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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 4 years ago

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My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief

Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable

Percy is trying very hard to be good

Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened

“I’m going to kill her”

I wish I’d decked her right there

Percy turns red when he gets called on

Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods

Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare

Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures

Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room

Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip

Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed

Percy has to get summer jobs

Grover is a very bad liar

Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different

Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies

Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die

Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed

Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop

Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous

Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED

She wanted to be a novelist

Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad

His cigars make Percy nauseous

He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere

He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”

If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”

Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school

Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades

Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy

She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing

She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone

Percy wants to punch Gabe

Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week”

Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault

Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut

They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”

Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion.

Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around

Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom

In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death.

Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!”

Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him

Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof

Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger

Sally gets killed by the minotaur

She’s actually stolen by Hades

Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side

Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch

Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia

Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur

Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe

He considers lying about his age and joining the army

Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking

Grover is nervous about Mr. D

But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat

The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim

The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them

Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do

The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty.

Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes

Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.

He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor

Luke is 19

He’s in cabin 11

Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls

The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys

Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers

Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly

Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store.

Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling

The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing

Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand.

Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years

Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon)

Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades.

Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.

Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.

When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds

Thalia wound up becoming a tree.

Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind.

Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil

Clarisse has an electric spear

It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it

One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm

Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting

Luke wins capture the flag

Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother.

Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.

No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.

As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.

When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.

Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.

When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.

“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy.

Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training.

Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.

Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance.

Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him.

It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to.

Dionysus wants to kill Percy.

Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to.

Percy has a nervous laugh.

Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.

Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.

Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight.

The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights.

Percy is scared of the oracle.

Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe.

Percy doesn’t have many friends.

Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on.

Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions.

Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope.

Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry.

Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised.

Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one.

Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way.

The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas.

He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.

The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose.

Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena.

Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen.

Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy.

Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.

Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift.

Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake.

Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.

Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far.

Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her.

Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father.

Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon.

Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe.

Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld.

Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill.

Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him.

Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are.

Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.

Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.

This makes Percy immediately want a shower.

Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.

This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link.

Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.

He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt

Or to save the world

Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally.

Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack.

The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld.

Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it.

Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)

Percy can speak Latin

Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him.

The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue.

“Your head is full of kelp.”

In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door.

Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger.

Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free.

#the lightning thief #pjo #riordanverse #percy jackson series #percy jackson and the olympians #long post #text post #it's funny the things you forget #the details you gloss over #i will not be finishing this

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newtothewaywardparty · 7 years ago

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The Ghost of an Idea 3

Read Stave One: Bobby’s Ghost, Part 1

Read Stave Two: Bobby’s Ghost, Part 2

Stave Two: The First of the Three Spirits, Part 1

When Dean awoke, it was so dark he couldn’t make out the rickety TV stand in the ratty motel room. He blindly fumbled on the nightstand for his phone and checked the time, his eyes squinting against the blue glare of the screen.

To his astonishment, it read 11:58 p.m. Dean had passed out around two in the morning. He swiped his screen to wake it up, checking the date next to the time. Had he actually passed out and slept all the way through the day and into the next night? No, the date still read December 24.

Dean stumbled out of bed and groped his way to the window, pulling aside the curtains, upsetting a cloud of dust that rained cigarette ash smell into the room, clouding his vision and making him cough. When the fine powder settled, Dean almost shrieked. Jo Harvelle stood just outside the window.

She stood still as a statue, unblinking yet unmenacing. Her hair was long and golden, carefully arranged in gentle waves. Mindless of the cold, she wore not her usual hunter’s jeans but rather a long, white sundress, the kind Dean knew chicks sometimes wore to outdoor music festivals. The dress was cinched with a southwestern-style silver concho belt, studded with turquoise. Her well-worn shit-kickers completed the ensemble, Dean noted with a small smile. You could take the girl out of hunting, but you couldn’t take the hunter out of the girl.

The weirdest part was, she seemed to glow from the inside out with a strange light, making her appear both younger and older than when Dean had known her at the Roadhouse and, later, on hunts together. The light emanated strongest from her head, which was just weird. Dean held his arm up like a visor to protect his hungover eyes as he tried to see which version (childlike or ancient) she really was, but it made him dizzy and sick. He was going to blame the sherry.

Dean pulled the window open. Let’s kick this in the ass, he thought. “So you’re Bobby’s first messenger?” he asked.

��That’s right, sweetheart” Jo replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past.” She spread her arms wide. She always had a flair for the dramatic, Dean reflected.

“Can you maybe-” Dean waved his other hand to indicate her head, shining like a beacon in the dark parking lot.

“Fine,” she sighed, producing a straw cowgirl hat with a colored beaded band from somewhere and placing it on her head. The light dampened considerably so that Dean could look at her through narrowed eyelids. “But it’s not my fault you can’t look at it.” She pouted a bit, and looked every bit the young woman she had been all those years ago at the Roadhouse in Nebraska. Dean shook that memory away, trying to clear his head.

“Uh,” Dean began. Articulate as always. “So what’s the game plan, here?” The frigid air was beginning to make him shiver, even fully dressed as he had fallen asleep. He grabbed his own arms to stop his shivering.

Jo gave him a lopsided smile. “C’mon Dean. I know you like to pretend to be dumber than a post, but I know you’ve at least seen Scrooged.”

Dean shrugged noncomittally. He was a huge Bill Murray fan. Of course he had seen it, but he wasn’t going to give anything up easily. He was even more reluctant to admit he had seen A Muppet Christmas Carol back at the bunker with Cas. They had sat together on Dean’s bed, comfortable with beer and Funyuns. Dean’s heart clenched as he remembered fielding Cas’ questions. “How can a Pig and a Frog be romantically attracted to each other? How do they reproduce? This movie is extremely scientifically inaccurate, Dean.”

“Let’s go, Dean” Jo said, now seeming older again, confident and immune to Dean’s bullshit, holding out her hand through the window. “We’re burning time here.”

Dean took her hand, a little unsure how she expected him to scramble through the windowsill, high above the ancient radiator. Once they touched, though, he found himself floating, perfectly warm, through the air with her, flying above the Western Kansas countryside. The highway stretched out below them, and Dean could see wind turbines like a field of white sunflowers, their red air safety lights blinking at the top. It was like looking down onto a field of twinkling red Christmas lights.

“I can’t believe you Superman’d me!” Dean shouted over the rushing wind. He couldn’t help grinning widely as they soared over the Flint Hills, the lack of moonlight making their rolling curves seem sharper and deeper.

Jo laughed, a childish bubbling sound. “Can You Read My Mind?” She intoned in mock-serious tones.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re no Lois Lane, Joanna Beth.” He glanced down to see Mount Oread speeding toward them, the red-tiled roofs of the limestone University buildings visible even in the gloom. “Hey, this is Lawrence!” he exclaimed in recognition. “I grew up near here,” he said, even as they glided over his old elementary school, the playground where he had first learned to swing, pumping his little legs forward and back. It felt like flying. Dean experienced an unfamiliar physical sensation, one which he was unaccustomed to feeling, except on rare occasions of peace with Sam, and of course whenever he and Cas shared companionable moments, like when they had worked that case in Dodge City. He felt light in a way that had nothing to do with the magic of soaring through the air with Jo.

Jo steered them lower until they almost hit the roofs of the houses on the suburban block. “Do you know where you are?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Sam and I actually worked a case here about ten years back.” He blinked and somehow they were in the living room. He would have been more panicked but time travel had kind of becoming routine for him. Nevertheless, he was still amazed, taking in all the detail his memory had forgotten over the years. An afghan of multicolored granny squares adorned the avocado green and harvest gold plaid couch. A modest tree, draped with tinsel, stood by the window. Dean’s eyes fell to the carnage of empty boxes and wrapping paper under it.

“Oh wow! My Big Wheel!” He ran a hand over the red, yellow, and blue tricycle. “I totally forgot about this! And my G.I. Joe, man, he was so cool.” Dean picked up the action figure (no, it was totally not a doll, thankyouverymuch) and made shooting noises with its little gun. He turned, dropping it, as his eyes widened. “Oh, whoah, I totally remember this-” He started toward the object of his attention when he was interrupted by a man walking into the room.

He wore wide-leg light-wash jeans cinched with a brown belt with a large buckle. His western-style plaid shirt was tight with pearlescent buttons. His hair was shaggy (almost as long as Sam’s now), his face clean-shaven, but Dean would know him anywhere.

“Dad?” Dean breathed. His chest hitched. His Dad did not acknowledge them in any way. Jo placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s arm.

“They can’t hear or see us” she said, a too-kind expression on her face.

“Dean! Get in here, son. I found what I was looking for” John Winchester called. For the first time, Dean noticed the cardboard album cover in John’s hands. A small boy, little more than a toddler, careened into the living room, rushing into his dad’s arms with a squeal. He had a blonde bowl haircut, chunky cheeks, and brown corduroy jeans. Dean flinched, instinctively guarding against John’s reaction. His father only gathered the boy up in a bear hug and roared.

“All right, little monster,” John said, after setting young Dean down on the braided rug. “I want to show you how to use this new tool.” Dean’s mouth fell open as the man indicated the toy adult Dean had been wanting to get his hands on, an orange plastic Fisher-Price record player in its own portable case, designed for young hands.

With patience Dean had never seen John Winchester use anytime in his conscious memory, his father explained, step-by-step to his child self how to carefully place the vinyl on the turntable, turn it on, and place the needle. The album in use was John Denver’s Poems, Prayers, & Promises. After completing his explanation, John kindly coached young Dean through the steps himself, praising the child when he did something correctly, and gently correcting him when he forgot the order of steps or was too rough. Preschool Dean beamed, eyes gleaming, when “Sunshine on my Shoulders” began playing from the player’s tiny speakers. John patted him on the shoulder, silently approving.

“Boys!” came a voice from the kitchen. “Supper’s almost ready.” Dean’s mother appeared at the doorway, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. Mary’s skin was flushed from the heat of cooking. She was lovely and warm, just as Dean remembered. “Go get washed up now” she said, in a not-at-all-stern tone, putting her hands on her hips, her belly heavy with Sam, who would be born in the spring. Dean drank her in greedily. This was Christmas 1982. Dean was just three years old. This was his last Christmas with his mom. Their last Christmas as a family. Before…

Jo interrupted him. “What’s that on your cheek, Dean?”

Dean sniffed “Sweat. It’s too damn hot in here.” Jo pretended not to see him discreetly swipe at his eyes with the back of a sleeve. He resumed watching as his small family gathered around the oak table piled high with ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and of course, his mom’s homemade apple pie. Little Dean sat in a green molded plastic booster, eating enthusiastically with his Bert and Ernie and Big Bird silverware, his parents chatting happily on either side. Dean shook his head. “Poor kid,” he uttered under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jo. She raised an eyebrow knowingly.

“I just…” Dean struggled to find the words. I barely remember this, but at least I had it once. Sam never had it all, even though I tried my best. Now it’s Jack’s first Christmas, and…” he shrugged, stuffing his hand in his pockets. “I just wish I had maybe stuck around; shown him a good one. Like this.”

Jo smiled thoughtfully and waved her hand. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand” she said brightly, and suddenly they were in a different living room. Dean recognized the tan velour couch instantly. This was Sonny’s farmhouse, the boy’s home where he had spent a couple of months in 1995 after he had gotten nabbed for stealing food for Sam. Teen-aged him sat on the couch, sucking face with Robin.

Dean whirled on Jo. “What the hell? This wasn’t even at Christmas!”

“Your history didn’t leave a plethora of choices. We had to make do with what we had.” Jo shot back, defensively.

“We?” inquired Dean.

Jo gave him a sharp smile. “When Bobby Singer calls, I answer.” She shrugged. “Plus, I’m not gonna pass up the chance to work one last case with a Winchester.” She winked at him, then nudged his arm. “Shhh, or you’ll miss it.”

They turned back to the teenagers making out on the couch. They were discussing the upcoming school dance. “I’m not going anywhere, Robin.” Grown-up Dean winced at those words. He knew how much he meant them at the time. How quickly he’d forget them once John showed up with Sam in tow. Sam would come first, before anything else, for a long time after that.

“She was your first love.” Jo said, a soft look on her face. Dean’s face didn’t leave young Robin. He nodded.

“You never loved anyone like this again.” stated Jo. She looked older now, tired and sad.

Dean whipped his head toward her. “I have so!” he retorted.

“Not like this,” said Jo. “Not in that whole, pure, unguarded way.” The scene around them shifted. Sixteen-year-old Dean was tying his tie over that dorky short-sleeved dress shirt, and Sonny was telling him his father was here to take him away.

“This was the moment, Dean.” Jo said, voice low and deliberate. “The moment you discovered giving your heart to someone could mean getting it broken.” Dean’s tracked his young self helplessly as he went to the window, looking out at John and Sam. Followed the boy, he was just a kid, as he shook hands, brave face through tears with Sonny. Jo continued: “You always held yourself back after this. Cassie, Lisa, anyone else; you never really let them in.”

Dean grit his teeth and whirled on Jo. “Good talk, Russ. Next stop?” Jo touched his hand and they stood on the shore of a lake Dean had never wanted to see again in his life or any other. He barely had time to draw a breath before his eyes landed on Cas, blade sticking through his check, blue light escaping his mouth and eyes. Shit.

Read Stave Two: The First of the Three Spirits, Part 2

#supernatural #spn #fanfiction #futurefic #Sam Winchester #John Winchester #Dean Winchester #Mary Winchester #Jo Harvelle #A Christmas Carol #Dickens Crossover #destiel #deancas #Cas isn't really in this yet #don't worry we'll get there #it's a lot longer than I planned #yes I know it's not Christmastime anymore who cares?#I'm the same age as Dean can you tell?#1980s christmas

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ralphmorgan-blog1 · 7 years ago

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The ‘Me in My State’ meme is too relatable

We all hate to love and love to hate our home state.

Image: shutterstock/twitter

State pride is something we can all relate to — except when you're actually home.

As millions of people traveled back home for Thanksgiving, people started to get real nostalgic for their home state. A far-too-relatable trend began, and eventually people of the United States realized that we all hate to love and love to hate our home state.

Here’s a little bit of hometown pride from all 50 states.

Alabama:

Me in Alabama: fuck bama

Me anywhere else: Alabama, land of the sweetest tea and brisket crafted by Saban's angels. Such a breathtaking countryside view, you can hear "roll tide" be whispered by the gods & banjos coming from up above.Sweet home, Alabama. Sweet home(sheds tear) https://t.co/pxErVuw5Lq

— adriana (@adrianaalewis) November 25, 2017

Alaska:

Me in Alaska : i hate it here

Me everywhere else : Alaska is the biggest state and the most appreciative towards native Americans. My first word was northern lights. My bestfriend is literally a ptarmigan. I live on a glacier with my family of 100 moose. I bleed forget me nots. https://t.co/hQRNZ9f0Av

— ��Mistlehoe Em🎄 (@EmelyR1) November 26, 2017

Arizona:

Me in arizona: it's so nasty here Me everywhere else: it's a dry heat. Yea, we have the grand canyon. I'm from like, just outside of Flag. Nobody calls it Flagstaff lmao. Y'all gotta hike Bell Rock. You've never had prickly pear candy? We're going to Bookmans & Harkins. Sedona is https://t.co/p2Xbzx3f1i

— the simple coke of cola (@thxrosewoods) November 25, 2017

Arkansas:

Me in Arkansas: I gotta drive 35 miles to get a bottle of wine i hate this place

Me anywhere else: first off how dare you it’s pronounced Ar-kan-SAW. i was conceived in the giant budweiser can and born in walmart. I cry every time I call the hogs. Kris Allen is my wallpaper. https://t.co/XDKKbgQYnq

— Landon Watson (@wildwildwatson) November 27, 2017

California:

Me in California: Cali is congested, expensive and overrated. Hate it

Me outside California: the entirety of modern American culture relies on California. We are the technological heart that underpins the American economy. CA is simply the greatest geographical area in history

— jose (@MisterRudeman) November 15, 2017

Colorado:

me in colorado: why tf do people live here

me anywhere else: colorado is the best state. I skied directly out of the womb and then hit a bong. I can guide myself anywhere using only the direction of the Rocky Mountains. My middle name is 4:20. Coors beer runs through my veins. https://t.co/cu6elIKnlK

— adele 🎄 (@rllinginthedeep) November 27, 2017

Connecticut:

Me in Connecticut: Ct sucks

Me anywhere else: Connecticut is the constitution state. We are the backbone of America. We eat nutmegs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have swam up the Connecticut river. We sweat clam chowder. https://t.co/hiuqAfwjTU

— Sydney (@totallysyd) November 26, 2017

Delaware:

Me in Delaware: Delaware is cool.

Me anywhere else: DELAWARE IS THE FIRST STATE FOR A REASON. Joe Biden is my uncle and YouDee is my first cousin. Sales tax who? I was born a Blue Hen and will die one. https://t.co/ukrLmhzLsX

— Christine (@misschristinewp) November 26, 2017

Florida:

Me in Florida: this state is so fucking hot I hate this tourist attracting, mosquito ridden swamp land I’m melting

Me anywhere else: I live where you vacation! I drink orange juice every morning and eat Pub Subs every meal. My mother is an alligator, my father is Mickey Mouse https://t.co/XqKfmzbdEC

— S t e p h (@snreifschneider) November 26, 2017

Georgia:

Me in Georgia: Nothing ever happens here, I have to move.

Me, not in Georgia: *BRAVES CHOPS THROUGH THE DOOR* DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN'T EATEN AT A WAFFLE HOUSE, CHICK-FIL-A IS MY SAVIOR, RISE UP BITCH, ATL HOOOOOEEEE

— Delaney Strunk (@delaknee) November 27, 2017

Hawaii:

Me in Hawaii: this rock is too small

Me anywhere else: Hawaii is the most beautiful place on earth. Surfed to school. Had a pet dolphin. Ohana means family. Lilo and stitch or die. Protect da aina. Nothing but respect for MY queen Liliuokalani. https://t.co/K16zW6O7BX

— yay-c (@Jchitzz) November 26, 2017

Idaho:

Me in Idaho: This state has some serious issues

Me anywhere else: The Gem State is an actual gift from God. I was born and raised by potatoes. My first words were “Vote for Pedro,” and I was breast fed fry sauce. I bathe every morning down at the crick. It’s Boi-SEE, not Boi-Z https://t.co/daJ8fF6bEW

— Paige Lea (@paigevlea) November 27, 2017

Illinois:

Me in Illinois: IL sucks I hate it here

Me anywhere else: Illinois is the heart of the United States. Born and raised in one of our many cornfields, the first word I ever spoke was “ope.” By the age of 5, I was consuming Ranch Dressing in gallons. I eat Portillo’s once a day. https://t.co/9eV1LbfpjZ

— z (@actualIyzoe) November 27, 2017

Indiana:

me in indiana: indiana is boring lmao me anywhere else: indiana is a lush, richly-forested state with a plethora of wildlife. i learned how to make green bean casserole before i could walk. my mother is an ear of corn and my father is steak & shake.

— alexia (@ajzippysplits) November 26, 2017

Iowa:

Me in Iowa: Iowa winters suck I need to move somewhere warm

Me anywhere else: Iowa is the backbone of this country. Our farmers are essential to this economy. My mom is a corn stalk and my dad is a can of Busch Light. I eat a side of ranch with every meal https://t.co/OAN6M1cZdk

— Clarice LeBlanc (@clariceleblanc) November 26, 2017

Kansas:

Me in Kansas: I hate Kansas

Me anywhere else: I’ve seen burnt ends save marriages. K-10 is basically the autobahn of america, so that’s a thrill. I can name all 87 breeds of chickens and have a full back tattoo of the Flint Hills. I will be married in a quiktrip parking lot. https://t.co/ry9uddl5Lz

— D Henry Hanson (@hewhoisd) November 27, 2017

Kentucky:

Me in Kentucky: KY is so dull

Me anywhere else: I came out of the womb drinking sweet tea and yelling Go Cats. I rode a racehorse before I could walk. Ale 8 is the drink of the gods and I’ve never once said “you all.” Hot browns and bourbon are the lifeblood of our people. https://t.co/IhsAgd91AW

— Amanda Thurman (@amandaplease445) November 26, 2017

Louisiana:

Me in Louisiana: This state is garbage

Me anywhere else: Louisiana is the only state in America where anyone can cook. Louis Armstrong should be on the $100 bill. I made love to a beignet. https://t.co/DK5MIN8Mp8

— North Pole PPFA 🎅🏻 (@mcquizzay) November 26, 2017

Maine:

Me in Maine: This place is the worst

Me anywhere else: Maine is the most beautiful state ever. I bleed pine sap. I eat blueberries for all meals & have lobster claws for hands. I love the coast. Let's to to Canada this weekend. Bonfire anyone? https://t.co/NNHTwm4BGN

— Bay (@bayleigh_b) November 26, 2017

Maryland:

me in Maryland: this place is the armpit of America

me anywhere else: l put Old Bay seasoning on EVERYthing. l learned how to pick crabs before l could walk. Our flag is so beautiful. l love the Chesapeake Bay. l have had sex with a blue crab.

— holly jolly jordank (@jordank1230) November 19, 2017

Massachusetts:

Me in Massachusetts: Mass sucks

Me anywhere else: Massachusetts is where the revolution started we basically started the country. My first word was wicked and my mother breastfed me iced Dunkin’ coffee. I had road rage before I could walk. https://t.co/4H6NFjAb8U

— Kyle Manley (@tsmoochiewall) November 25, 2017

Michigan:

me in michigan: this sucks it’s so boring

me anywhere else: my first food was a coney dog. it’s pop not soda! detroit is coming back. I love going up north. 4 of the 5 great lakes prefer michigan. I can look south to canada. vernors cures any ailment. construction is a season. https://t.co/G16Vyt0oAa

— skyler (@skylerleslie) November 26, 2017

Minnesota:

Me in Minnesota: Minnesota nice? More like MN passive aggressive

Me elsewhere: We have 4 seasons and 10,000+ lakes. I learned to shovel snow before I could walk. Something about surviving seasonal depression creates a sense of community. Have you seen the Minneapolis art scene? https://t.co/ubGDLmQsIZ

— ally 🌿 (@_appelmom) November 26, 2017

Mississippi:

Me in Mississippi:I can’t even go outside without getting dirty. I hope I don’t become obese.

Me everywhere else: I live in the crooked letter state where everybody kin folk & the food is the best. We got koolaid pickles, ice cups, & the smallest towns ever. What’s hannin 😎🤪 https://t.co/YAKqXGyumX

— shekinah 🌸🐣💙 (@KinahMonroe) November 27, 2017

Missouri:

Me in Missouri: man i hate it here im going to move far away once im done with school

Me anywhere else: Country music is my everything. I could hogtie a calf before I was in preschool. I live in the gateway arch. I can fit 20 cornstalks in my mouth and my father is a hay bale https://t.co/9JF8Bspbi4

— Katherine Lewis (@Katherine_Lewi) November 27, 2017

Montana:

Me in Montana: this is butt fucking nowhere Me anywhere else: I am from the 4th largest state. We have the biggest sky. The last best place. I built a log cabin before I could walk. My mother is a glacier and my father is a moose. We have the freshest air in the world. https://t.co/z0qQRWLpjB

— Zoie Koostra (@zee_a_koostra) November 27, 2017

Nebraska:

me in Nebraska: I hate this corn field

me anywhere else: I’d kill for a temperature Tuesday @ Runza. Ope sorry, I’m just gonna squeeze right past ya. Could I get a pop with that? What do u mean you’ve never been to the CWS? *farmer waves to a stranger as I drive the speed limit* https://t.co/fH6f6XYym8

— Scout Petersen (@scoutpetersen) November 27, 2017

Nevada:

Me in Nevada: ugh Me in anywhere else: Why is every store closing at 8 like most store should be 24 hrs tf is this bullshit??? https://t.co/wCRXTM274A

— ems (@iiied) November 27, 2017

New Hampshire:

Me in New Hampshire: NH is just hillbillies and trees.

Me anywhere else: New Hampshire is the home to all things New England. I bleed granite. My parents are trees in perfect fall foliage. A Robert Frost poem was my first word. No sales tax is my life. LIVE FREE OR DIE. https://t.co/3Hwok0rZKv

— Terisé (@terisemcole) November 25, 2017

New Jersey:

Me in New Jersey: I can't believe I live in the armpit of the country

Me anywhere else: listen we have ocean, cities, mountains, and roller coasters. It's called pork roll. I love Wawa and I don't know how to pump my own gas. Central jersey is fake. Also go birds https://t.co/JxeqsEndAi

— hayley (@all_HAYL) November 22, 2017

New Mexico:

Me in New Mexico: everything is hot I’m on fire I wanna die Me anywhere else: New Mexico is amazing we have desert AND snowy mountain trails. You’ll never witness a more vivid sunset. Have u ever seen miles of white sand under a starry sky? I’m naming my next kid Green Chile. https://t.co/tAF9dx64z9

— Gabrielle 🌲 (@raisingbabyclem) November 27, 2017

New York:

Me in New York: New York is boring

Me anywhere else: New York is literally the best state ever. We got the city, the Christmas tree, the Yankees. If you’re not from New York you’re “mad” irrelevant ya heard https://t.co/IB2kkxQMEq

— Acon (@a_conn8) November 26, 2017

North Carolina:

Me in North Carolina: I hate NC

Me anywhere else: I once saw a dead man rise after the pastor dropped a bag of Cook Out’s Cajun fries in his coffin. The construction on Hillsborough Street is a small price to pay for the beauty and culture of Raleigh. We are all Cackalacky. https://t.co/OwTmpJZS9P

— Splenda Pappy (@caroline_oreo) November 25, 2017

North Dakota:

me in north dakota: this state is so boring

me anywhere else: this is the most peaceful state. we are the farmers of america. i could milk a cow before i could walk. my mother is a cornstalk & my father is a holstein cow. https://t.co/w8InFakVu4

— swaggy-t (@taylorajohnson8) November 27, 2017

Ohio:

Me in Ohio: ohio sucks its just corn fields and potholes

Me anywhere else: scarlet and gray are the only two colors i see. i was born in a buckeye tree. the pumpkin show runs through my veins. cedar point is the only amusement park. im getting married in a kroger. https://t.co/Gy5THontOq

— seth (@sthrvs) November 26, 2017

Oklahoma:

Me in Oklahoma: ugh we are so fucked

Me anywhere else: my left fist is Will Rogers, my right is Woody Guthrie, I will punch anyone who doesn't love chicken fried steak. The land we belong to is grand but also we should give it back to the indigenous as promised. https://t.co/wyOL1X9Bak

— chogborts head girl (@memphispunch) November 27, 2017

Oregon:

Me in Oregon: Oregon sucks

Me anywhere else: Oregon is my life. My first word was recycling. No I don’t know how to pump gas and what the fuck is sales tax? I learned to compost before I learned to walk. I breastfed on coffee and my 1st food was Dave’s killer bread

— Shelby Behr (@ShelbyBehr) November 27, 2017

Pennsylvania:

Me in Pennsylvania: Pa sucks

Me anywhere else: Pennsylvania is Home to the one and only liberty bell. I was born on the field of Gettysburg where my father Benjamin Franklin invented Hershey’s chocolate on a cheesesteak. https://t.co/vb6F37vXIJ

— Brighid (@jakeefswag) November 26, 2017

Rhode Island:

me in Rhode Island: I'm getting outta here

me anywhere else: I'm thirsty, where can I find a bubbler? Where is the nearest Dunkin' Donuts? What do you mean you don't know what coffee milk is? Oh you know someone from RI? What's their name? I probably know them https://t.co/cVDKXb3pU4

— Ellyn Narodowy (@Enarodowy) November 25, 2017

South Carolina:

me in south carolina: i want to die

me anywhere else: have you ever been to charleston? the low country is just SO beautiful. i drink brackish water to survive. don’t like the coast? greenville is the fourth fastest growing city in the us. you can see mountains from downtown :) https://t.co/hz0h4X3YY6

— George Maxcy (@georgemaxcy) November 25, 2017

South Dakota:

me in South Dakota: I hate this homogenous tundra

me anywhere else: Have you seen a jackrabbit run? The badlands is the most underrated national park. Tom Brokaw. Could you drive at 14? Because I could. https://t.co/RDpWUmaUYa

— K. Hansen (@kiesehansen) November 27, 2017

Tennessee:

Me in Tennessee: This state is the worst lol Me anywhere else: Tennessee is the volunteer state and features so many beautiful landscapes and populations. Nashville hot chicken is the food of the gods and the Smokey’s are heaven. Memphis style is the best bbq against all others https://t.co/xQKrhxXJ5y

— ❄️Ab-vent Calendar❄️ (@starbob0mb) November 27, 2017

Texas:

Me in Texas: this place is hot, racist, and boring Me, not in Texas: There is simply none like the Lone Star Star. Our coyotes wail, our sage blooms, our rabbits rush. Its history is rich and musical culture runs deep. All are lost until they have tasted their first honey butter.

— Thomas Portier (@tomas_portier) November 16, 2017

Utah:

Me in Utah: This state is problematic

Me anywhere else: Utah is a utopia cradled in the loving embrace of the Wasatch Mountains. The grid system is our nation's finest achievement. I am the child of a pioneer & a honeybee. Cafe Rio sauce flows through my veins. This is the place https://t.co/6KURvyDanF

— Sasha Smith (@SashaPSmith) November 26, 2017

Vermont:

Me in Vermont: It’s so cold. Get me out of this state. Me anywhere else: Jeezum crow, Vermont is the greatest state in the world. Home of Ben & Jerry’s. If you’ve never milked a cow or boiled sap you haven’t lived. We have parties in barns and frequently see Bernie Sanders.

— Natalie Jackson (@natjackski) November 26, 2017

Virginia:

Me in Virginia: this states mediocre

Me anywhere else: Virginia is home to the first English settlement and is the birthplace of 8 US presidents. Virginia is for Lovers. I came out of the womb and went to Kings Dominion. Our class took a field trip to Jamestown in the 3rd grade https://t.co/pKFi7q12Dr

— Taylor Bybee (@coasterstudios) November 27, 2017

Washington:

Me in Washington state: All this pollen is killing me.

Me anywhere else: I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME TO A TREE, ANY TREE, IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL DIE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOUR TREES. WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK DEAD IN THE WINTER.

— Bree Mae (@TheBreeMae) November 26, 2017

West Virginia:

Me in West Virginia: wow this place sucks Me anywhere else: WEST VIRGINIA MOUNTAIN MAMA. Beautiful nature!!! Scenic drives!!! We love our state so much our 8th grade history class is WV HISTORY!!! Too good for Virginia so we left!!!! GOLDEN HORSE SHOE!!! country rooooaaadz 🤘🏼 https://t.co/sYybMwmkcb

— hannah breen (@xHelloHannahhx) November 26, 2017

Wisconsin:

Me in Wisconsin: Wisco sucks lol

Me anywhere else: Wisconsin is amazing, we go to school in -40 degree weather. I was born on a November Sunday at Lambeau field. Knew how to Bucky before I was born. Cheese curds is my middle name.... Ope, I forgot to ask you where the bubbler is

— JENN•TIMM (@j_dizzledog) November 26, 2017

Wyoming:

Me in Wyoming: wow the weather is terrible; there is nothing & no one here Me anywhere else: Wyoming literally powers the nation. Yellowstone is the pride of America. The harsh, wild climate refines character. Only the best survive. We have mountains & peace. Ride for the brand. https://t.co/ulfWJE2v4u

— chelsey kay (@ChelsKay) November 26, 2017

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The United States of memes has something everyone can relate to

State pride is something we can all relate to — except when you're actually home.

Here’s a little bit of hometown pride from all 50 states.

Alabama:

Me in Alabama: fuck bama Me anywhere else: Alabama, land of the sweetest tea and brisket crafted by Saban's angels. Such a breathtaking countryside view, you can hear "roll tide" be whispered by the gods & banjos coming from up above.Sweet home, Alabama. Sweet home(sheds tear) https://t.co/pxErVuw5Lq

— adriana (@adrianaalewis) November 25, 2017

Alaska:

Me in Alaska : i hate it here Me everywhere else : Alaska is the biggest state and the most appreciative towards native Americans. My first word was northern lights. My bestfriend is literally a ptarmigan. I live on a glacier with my family of 100 moose. I bleed forget me nots. https://t.co/hQRNZ9f0Av

— 🎄Mistlehoe Em🎄 (@EmelyR1) November 26, 2017

Arizona:

— the simple coke of cola (@thxrosewoods) November 25, 2017

Arkansas:

Me in Arkansas: I gotta drive 35 miles to get a bottle of wine i hate this place Me anywhere else: first off how dare you it’s pronounced Ar-kan-SAW. i was conceived in the giant budweiser can and born in walmart. I cry every time I call the hogs. Kris Allen is my wallpaper. https://t.co/XDKKbgQYnq

— Landon Watson (@wildwildwatson) November 27, 2017

California:

Me in California: Cali is congested, expensive and overrated. Hate it Me outside California: the entirety of modern American culture relies on California. We are the technological heart that underpins the American economy. CA is simply the greatest geographical area in history

— jose (@MisterRudeman) November 15, 2017

Colorado:

me in colorado: why tf do people live here me anywhere else: colorado is the best state. I skied directly out of the womb and then hit a bong. I can guide myself anywhere using only the direction of the Rocky Mountains. My middle name is 4:20. Coors beer runs through my veins. https://t.co/cu6elIKnlK

— adele 🎄 (@rllinginthedeep) November 27, 2017

Connecticut:

Me in Connecticut: Ct sucks Me anywhere else: Connecticut is the constitution state. We are the backbone of America. We eat nutmegs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have swam up the Connecticut river. We sweat clam chowder. https://t.co/hiuqAfwjTU

— Sydney (@totallysyd) November 26, 2017

Delaware:

Me in Delaware: Delaware is cool. Me anywhere else: DELAWARE IS THE FIRST STATE FOR A REASON. Joe Biden is my uncle and YouDee is my first cousin. Sales tax who? I was born a Blue Hen and will die one. https://t.co/ukrLmhzLsX

— Christine (@misschristinewp) November 26, 2017

Florida:

Me in Florida: this state is so fucking hot I hate this tourist attracting, mosquito ridden swamp land I’m melting Me anywhere else: I live where you vacation! I drink orange juice every morning and eat Pub Subs every meal. My mother is an alligator, my father is Mickey Mouse https://t.co/XqKfmzbdEC

— S t e p h (@snreifschneider) November 26, 2017

Georgia:

Me in Georgia: Nothing ever happens here, I have to move. Me, not in Georgia: *BRAVES CHOPS THROUGH THE DOOR* DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN'T EATEN AT A WAFFLE HOUSE, CHICK-FIL-A IS MY SAVIOR, RISE UP BITCH, ATL HOOOOOEEEE

— Delaney Strunk (@delaknee) November 27, 2017

Hawaii:

Me in Hawaii: this rock is too small Me anywhere else: Hawaii is the most beautiful place on earth. Surfed to school. Had a pet dolphin. Ohana means family. Lilo and stitch or die. Protect da aina. Nothing but respect for MY queen Liliuokalani. https://t.co/K16zW6O7BX

— yay-c (@Jchitzz) November 26, 2017

Idaho:

Me in Idaho: This state has some serious issues Me anywhere else: The Gem State is an actual gift from God. I was born and raised by potatoes. My first words were “Vote for Pedro,” and I was breast fed fry sauce. I bathe every morning down at the crick. It’s Boi-SEE, not Boi-Z https://t.co/daJ8fF6bEW

— Paige Lea (@paigevlea) November 27, 2017

Illinois:

Me in Illinois: IL sucks I hate it here Me anywhere else: Illinois is the heart of the United States. Born and raised in one of our many cornfields, the first word I ever spoke was “ope.” By the age of 5, I was consuming Ranch Dressing in gallons. I eat Portillo’s once a day. https://t.co/9eV1LbfpjZ

— z (@actualIyzoe) November 27, 2017

Indiana:

— alexia (@ajzippysplits) November 26, 2017

Iowa:

Me in Iowa: Iowa winters suck I need to move somewhere warm Me anywhere else: Iowa is the backbone of this country. Our farmers are essential to this economy. My mom is a corn stalk and my dad is a can of Busch Light. I eat a side of ranch with every meal https://t.co/OAN6M1cZdk

— Clarice LeBlanc (@clariceleblanc) November 26, 2017

Kansas:

Me in Kansas: I hate Kansas Me anywhere else: I’ve seen burnt ends save marriages. K-10 is basically the autobahn of america, so that’s a thrill. I can name all 87 breeds of chickens and have a full back tattoo of the Flint Hills. I will be married in a quiktrip parking lot. https://t.co/ry9uddl5Lz

— D Henry Hanson (@hewhoisd) November 27, 2017

Kentucky:

Me in Kentucky: KY is so dull Me anywhere else: I came out of the womb drinking sweet tea and yelling Go Cats. I rode a racehorse before I could walk. Ale 8 is the drink of the gods and I’ve never once said “you all.” Hot browns and bourbon are the lifeblood of our people. https://t.co/IhsAgd91AW

— Amanda Thurman (@amandaplease445) November 26, 2017

Louisiana:

Me in Louisiana: This state is garbage Me anywhere else: Louisiana is the only state in America where anyone can cook. Louis Armstrong should be on the $100 bill. I made love to a beignet. https://t.co/DK5MIN8Mp8

— North Pole PPFA 🎅🏻 (@mcquizzay) November 26, 2017

Maine:

Me in Maine: This place is the worst Me anywhere else: Maine is the most beautiful state ever. I bleed pine sap. I eat blueberries for all meals & have lobster claws for hands. I love the coast. Let's to to Canada this weekend. Bonfire anyone? https://t.co/NNHTwm4BGN

— Bay (@bayleigh_b) November 26, 2017

Maryland:

me in Maryland: this place is the armpit of America me anywhere else: l put Old Bay seasoning on EVERYthing. l learned how to pick crabs before l could walk. Our flag is so beautiful. l love the Chesapeake Bay. l have had sex with a blue crab.

— holly jolly jordank (@jordank1230) November 19, 2017

Massachusetts:

Me in Massachusetts: Mass sucks Me anywhere else: Massachusetts is where the revolution started we basically started the country. My first word was wicked and my mother breastfed me iced Dunkin’ coffee. I had road rage before I could walk. https://t.co/4H6NFjAb8U

— Kyle Manley (@tsmoochiewall) November 25, 2017

Michigan:

me in michigan: this sucks it’s so boring me anywhere else: my first food was a coney dog. it’s pop not soda! detroit is coming back. I love going up north. 4 of the 5 great lakes prefer michigan. I can look south to canada. vernors cures any ailment. construction is a season. https://t.co/G16Vyt0oAa

— skyler (@skylerleslie) November 26, 2017

Minnesota:

Me in Minnesota: Minnesota nice? More like MN passive aggressive Me elsewhere: We have 4 seasons and 10,000+ lakes. I learned to shovel snow before I could walk. Something about surviving seasonal depression creates a sense of community. Have you seen the Minneapolis art scene? https://t.co/ubGDLmQsIZ

— ally 🌿 (@_appelmom) November 26, 2017

Mississippi:

Me in Mississippi:I can’t even go outside without getting dirty. I hope I don’t become obese. Me everywhere else: I live in the crooked letter state where everybody kin folk & the food is the best. We got koolaid pickles, ice cups, & the smallest towns ever. What’s hannin 😎🤪 https://t.co/YAKqXGyumX

— shekinah 🌸🐣💙 (@KinahMonroe) November 27, 2017

Missouri:

Me in Missouri: man i hate it here im going to move far away once im done with school Me anywhere else: Country music is my everything. I could hogtie a calf before I was in preschool. I live in the gateway arch. I can fit 20 cornstalks in my mouth and my father is a hay bale https://t.co/9JF8Bspbi4

— Katherine Lewis (@Katherine_Lewi) November 27, 2017

Montana:

— Zoie Koostra (@zee_a_koostra) November 27, 2017

Nebraska:

me in Nebraska: I hate this corn field me anywhere else: I’d kill for a temperature Tuesday @ Runza. Ope sorry, I’m just gonna squeeze right past ya. Could I get a pop with that? What do u mean you’ve never been to the CWS? *farmer waves to a stranger as I drive the speed limit* https://t.co/fH6f6XYym8

— Scout Petersen (@scoutpetersen) November 27, 2017

Nevada:

Me in Nevada: ugh Me in anywhere else: Why is every store closing at 8 like most store should be 24 hrs tf is this bullshit??? https://t.co/wCRXTM274A

— ems (@iiied) November 27, 2017

New Hampshire:

Me in New Hampshire: NH is just hillbillies and trees. Me anywhere else: New Hampshire is the home to all things New England. I bleed granite. My parents are trees in perfect fall foliage. A Robert Frost poem was my first word. No sales tax is my life. LIVE FREE OR DIE. https://t.co/3Hwok0rZKv

— Terisé (@terisemcole) November 25, 2017

New Jersey:

Me in New Jersey: I can't believe I live in the armpit of the country Me anywhere else: listen we have ocean, cities, mountains, and roller coasters. It's called pork roll. I love Wawa and I don't know how to pump my own gas. Central jersey is fake. Also go birds https://t.co/JxeqsEndAi

— hayley (@all_HAYL) November 22, 2017

New Mexico:

— Gabrielle 🌲 (@raisingbabyclem) November 27, 2017

New York:

Me in New York: New York is boring Me anywhere else: New York is literally the best state ever. We got the city, the Christmas tree, the Yankees. If you’re not from New York you’re “mad” irrelevant ya heard https://t.co/IB2kkxQMEq

— Acon (@a_conn8) November 26, 2017

North Carolina:

Me in North Carolina: I hate NC Me anywhere else: I once saw a dead man rise after the pastor dropped a bag of Cook Out’s Cajun fries in his coffin. The construction on Hillsborough Street is a small price to pay for the beauty and culture of Raleigh. We are all Cackalacky. https://t.co/OwTmpJZS9P

— Splenda Pappy (@caroline_oreo) November 25, 2017

North Dakota:

me in north dakota: this state is so boring me anywhere else: this is the most peaceful state. we are the farmers of america. i could milk a cow before i could walk. my mother is a cornstalk & my father is a holstein cow. https://t.co/w8InFakVu4

— swaggy-t (@taylorajohnson8) November 27, 2017

Ohio:

Me in Ohio: ohio sucks its just corn fields and potholes Me anywhere else: scarlet and gray are the only two colors i see. i was born in a buckeye tree. the pumpkin show runs through my veins. cedar point is the only amusement park. im getting married in a kroger. https://t.co/Gy5THontOq

— seth (@sthrvs) November 26, 2017

Oklahoma:

Me in Oklahoma: ugh we are so fucked Me anywhere else: my left fist is Will Rogers, my right is Woody Guthrie, I will punch anyone who doesn't love chicken fried steak. The land we belong to is grand but also we should give it back to the indigenous as promised. https://t.co/wyOL1X9Bak

— chogborts head girl (@memphispunch) November 27, 2017

Oregon:

Me in Oregon: Oregon sucks Me anywhere else: Oregon is my life. My first word was recycling. No I don’t know how to pump gas and what the fuck is sales tax? I learned to compost before I learned to walk. I breastfed on coffee and my 1st food was Dave’s killer bread

— Shelby Behr (@ShelbyBehr) November 27, 2017

Pennsylvania:

Me in Pennsylvania: Pa sucks Me anywhere else: Pennsylvania is Home to the one and only liberty bell. I was born on the field of Gettysburg where my father Benjamin Franklin invented Hershey’s chocolate on a cheesesteak. https://t.co/vb6F37vXIJ

— Brighid (@jakeefswag) November 26, 2017

Rhode Island:

me in Rhode Island: I'm getting outta here me anywhere else: I'm thirsty, where can I find a bubbler? Where is the nearest Dunkin' Donuts? What do you mean you don't know what coffee milk is? Oh you know someone from RI? What's their name? I probably know them https://t.co/cVDKXb3pU4

— Ellyn Narodowy (@Enarodowy) November 25, 2017

South Carolina:

me in south carolina: i want to die me anywhere else: have you ever been to charleston? the low country is just SO beautiful. i drink brackish water to survive. don’t like the coast? greenville is the fourth fastest growing city in the us. you can see mountains from downtown :) https://t.co/hz0h4X3YY6

— George Maxcy (@georgemaxcy) November 25, 2017

South Dakota:

me in South Dakota: I hate this homogenous tundra me anywhere else: Have you seen a jackrabbit run? The badlands is the most underrated national park. Tom Brokaw. Could you drive at 14? Because I could. https://t.co/RDpWUmaUYa

— K. Hansen (@kiesehansen) November 27, 2017

Tennessee:

— ❄️Ab-vent Calendar❄️ (@starbob0mb) November 27, 2017

Texas:

— Thomas Portier (@tomas_portier) November 16, 2017

Utah:

Me in Utah: This state is problematic Me anywhere else: Utah is a utopia cradled in the loving embrace of the Wasatch Mountains. The grid system is our nation's finest achievement. I am the child of a pioneer & a honeybee. Cafe Rio sauce flows through my veins. This is the place https://t.co/6KURvyDanF

— Sasha Smith (@SashaPSmith) November 26, 2017

Vermont:

— Natalie Jackson (@natjackski) November 26, 2017

Virginia:

Me in Virginia: this states mediocre Me anywhere else: Virginia is home to the first English settlement and is the birthplace of 8 US presidents. Virginia is for Lovers. I came out of the womb and went to Kings Dominion. Our class took a field trip to Jamestown in the 3rd grade https://t.co/pKFi7q12Dr

— Taylor Bybee (@coasterstudios) November 27, 2017

Washington:

Me in Washington state: All this pollen is killing me. Me anywhere else: I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME TO A TREE, ANY TREE, IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL DIE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOUR TREES. WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK DEAD IN THE WINTER.

— Bree Mae (@TheBreeMae) November 26, 2017

West Virginia:

— hannah breen (@xHelloHannahhx) November 26, 2017

Wisconsin:

Me in Wisconsin: Wisco sucks lol Me anywhere else: Wisconsin is amazing, we go to school in -40 degree weather. I was born on a November Sunday at Lambeau field. Knew how to Bucky before I was born. Cheese curds is my middle name.... Ope, I forgot to ask you where the bubbler is

— JENN•TIMM (@j_dizzledog) November 26, 2017

Wyoming:

— chelsey kay (@ChelsKay) November 26, 2017

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In the picturesque enclave of Rolling Hills, CA, where scenic vistas and tranquil surroundings create an idyllic backdrop for families, the pursuit of exceptional childcare is of paramount importance. In this article, we delve into the harmonious blend of care and learning that defines the exceptional daycare centers nestled within Rolling Hills, CA. Discover how these centers go above and beyond to create a nurturing haven where children thrive academically, socially, and emotionally.

A Synergy of Care and Learning:

The journey of early childhood is a pivotal time of rapid growth and development. It's a period when a child's potential blossoms, laying the foundation for their future endeavors. In Rolling Hills, CA, exceptional daycare centers recognize the intricate interplay between care and learning, understanding that the holistic well-being of a child involves nurturing both their hearts and minds.

Personalized Attention and Warmth:

Exceptional daycare centers in Rolling Hills, CA, prioritize creating an environment where every child feels valued and cherished. From the moment they step through the door, children are enveloped in an atmosphere of genuine care and warmth. Highly trained caregivers build strong bonds with each child, fostering a sense of security and trust that allows young learners to explore and express themselves freely.

Nurturing Lifelong Learners:

At the heart of exceptional daycare centers in Rolling Hills, CA, lies a commitment to fostering a love for learning. These centers understand that curiosity is the driving force behind a child's intellectual growth. Thoughtfully designed learning spaces are filled with age-appropriate materials and engaging activities that spark imagination and encourage exploration. Through play-based learning, children develop essential cognitive skills while having fun and building a strong foundation for future academic pursuits.

Balancing Play and Education:

Exceptional daycare centers recognize the vital role of play in a child's development. They seamlessly weave play and education together, understanding that both elements are essential for a child's holistic growth. Activities are designed to be not only educational but also enjoyable, allowing children to learn through hands-on experiences that capture their imagination and curiosity.

Supporting Social and Emotional Development:

In Rolling Hills, CA, exceptional daycare centers go beyond academics. They provide a nurturing space for children to develop vital social and emotional skills. Caregivers are attuned to each child's emotional needs, helping them navigate their feelings, build healthy relationships, and develop empathy and self-awareness.

Partnering with Families:

Exceptional daycare centers in Rolling Hills, CA, understand the importance of a strong partnership between educators and families. Open communication channels ensure that parents are actively involved in their child's development. Regular updates, parent-teacher conferences, and collaborative activities create a sense of community where everyone is invested in the child's success and well-being.

Celebrating Individuality:

In these exceptional daycare centers, diversity is celebrated, and each child's unique strengths and talents are acknowledged and nurtured. Through personalized attention and a tailored approach to learning, educators in Rolling Hills, CA, ensure that every child's individual needs and interests are met, fostering a sense of confidence and self-assuredness.

In Conclusion:

In Rolling Hills, CA, exceptional daycare centers redefine childcare by seamlessly merging care and learning into a harmonious experience. With personalized attention, engaging activities, and a focus on holistic development, these centers create an environment where children flourish emotionally, socially, and intellectually. Parents can rest assured that their children are in the hands of dedicated caregivers who are committed to nurturing well-rounded, confident, and curious young learners. Where care meets learning, exceptional daycare centers in Rolling Hills, CA, stand as beacons of growth and opportunity for the youngest members of the community.

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preschooltorranceca · 2 years ago

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Why coordination is crucial for kids?

Coordination is an essential habit in kids you have to take care of it. It helps the kids to work well in a team or a group. As parents this is your responsibility to encourage your kids to develop their coordination skills. In this post, we have mentioned why coordination is crucial for kids.

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Making Everyday Tasks Easier

Children who have good balance and coordination can increase their physical endurance and reduce weariness. Montessori Rolling Hills Estates, CA team thinks that Children acquire the skills necessary to perform actions like walking and dressing with a lot of practice and effort. This results in the tasks being automatic and consuming less energy. This advantage makes doing daily tasks simpler and safer while also assisting children in controlling stable body motions.

Attention and Concentration

The core strength of being able to focus on one thing for a lengthy amount of time is not in danger. Attention is very crucial to do any work finely, at an early age kids never want to focus on particular things we have to do an effort to develop this skill.

Development of Personnel

To examine a job holder's skills, coordination aids in gathering information on the job attributes of the job holder. This enhances the coordination system. With the help of this kid can learn new skills and get the experience to process in their further careers better.

Better Performance

If your child has better coordination ability you can deal with lots of situations and it will directly impact your performance. As per the expert kids who have a good quality of coordination perform well in the future. It helps the kids to work in a group and learn from different people and get socialize well with new people.

Build Confidence

Confidence is the key part of any child's development and coordination gives them it when they perform well in a group or front of others. A child's self-esteem and body confidence might increase when they are confident in their ability to accomplish tasks that call for balance and coordination. Kids with improved balance and coordination can engage in activities and take calculated risks to advance other physical abilities and talents.

Conclusion

These are some reasons why coordination is crucial for kids. As parents is your responsibility to develop a successful child with a different kind of skill. Choose Preschool Rolling Hills Estates, CA, if you are looking for a professional guide in your child's growth. We have a certified team to offer you the best services.

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preschooltorranceca · 1 year ago

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Exciting Hands-On Ocean Activities for Toddlers and Preschoolers at Child Care Rolling Hills, CA

Childhood is a time of wonder and exploration, and what better way to foster curiosity and learning than through hands-on activities? If you're a parent or caregiver in Rolling Hills, CA, looking to engage your little ones in stimulating and educational experiences, this blog post is for you. Join us as we dive into a world of exciting ocean-themed activities designed specifically for toddlers and preschoolers at Child Care Rolling Hills, CA.

Sensory Play with Ocean Water Bins:

Immerse your child in the wonders of the ocean with sensory play using water bins. Fill a shallow container with water, add ocean-themed toys, seashells, and colored rocks. Let your toddler or preschooler explore the textures, splash around, and engage their imagination in a mini underwater adventure.

Ocean Creature Art:

Unleash your child's creativity by engaging them in ocean creature art projects. Provide them with craft supplies like colored paper, glue, and crayons. Encourage them to create their own sea creatures or make ocean-themed collages. This activity not only nurtures their artistic abilities but also introduces them to different marine life forms.

Ocean Discovery Bottles:

Create mesmerizing discovery bottles that capture the essence of the ocean. Fill clear plastic bottles with water, add blue food coloring, glitter, and small plastic ocean animals. Secure the lids tightly and let your child observe the swirling ocean magic as they shake the bottle. This activity encourages sensory exploration and imaginative play.

Seashell Sorting and Counting:

Gather seashells from your local beach or purchase a variety of shells. Engage your child in a sorting and counting activity by categorizing the shells based on size, shape, or color. This activity helps develop early math skills, hand-eye coordination, and critical thinking abilities.

Ocean-themed Storytime:

Take your child on an underwater adventure through captivating ocean-themed storybooks. Choose age-appropriate books that explore marine life, such as "Commotion in the Ocean" by Giles Andreae or "The Rainbow Fish" by Marcus Pfister. Read aloud to your child, ask questions, and discuss the ocean-related concepts in the story.

Sensory Ocean Slime:

Engage your child's senses with homemade ocean slime. Combine clear glue, liquid starch, and blue food coloring to create a slimy ocean-like texture. Add small ocean animal figurines for an added touch of fun. Let your child stretch, squish, and explore the slimy ocean world, providing a tactile experience that encourages sensory development.

Ocean-themed Yoga:

Introduce your little one to the calming practice of yoga through ocean-themed poses. Teach them to imitate the movements of sea creatures like dolphins, turtles, or starfish. Incorporate soothing ocean sounds and create a tranquil atmosphere to enhance the experience. This activity promotes physical activity, flexibility, and relaxation.

Conclusion:

Child Care Rolling Hills, CA provides a nurturing environment where toddlers and preschoolers can engage in hands-on ocean activities that promote learning, creativity, and exploration. Through these activities, children develop essential skills, expand their knowledge of the natural world, and cultivate a love for marine life. So, dive into the ocean-themed adventures and watch as your child's curiosity and imagination soar to new depths!

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