My mom showed me this today and I thought it was pretty cute. Moms are so special and I don't know what I would do without mine. She's mom, but she's also my close friend. I'm so grateful for her.

WHY GOD MADE MOMS
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of ?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball. 2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic; they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Dye it. You know her hair. I'd dye it, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

This weekend

Happy Happy Happy... God is SO AMAZING!!!!!!!

=) Morning

Goodmorning everybody. Okay so it's more like good afternoon but for some reason it feels like morning. I'm back in school from my 4 day vacation and I am desperately missing my bed. I woke up this morning and my first thought was, "please tell me I can go back to sleep." I am not so lucky as to wake up and find that I have somehow fastforwarded to find myself waking up on a Saturday morning. Pooh. =)
All my classes are going quickly which is good yet bad. Good because I haven't been bored yet but bad because that means work is coming quickly. Background info: I got sick with a really bad cold this weekend and my cough is bad enough to make me want to cry. Working will be interesting if this cough doesn't let up. Hopefully it does though and hopefully George is in a good mood. Hmmm other news for this week... I have an Oratoracle speech to write and memorize for tomorrow's government class. I'll be sharing it for the American Legion on Friday for competition. College english is on Wednesday and I'm not sure when I work yet. Okay so class is going to start. I hope everybody is having a great day. Talk to you later. God bless.

I believe in Love

I went to a concert last weekend and this is one of the songs sung by Barlow Girl. The chorus to this song actually came from a quote engraved on a wall in a concentration camp from the Holocaust. It's an encouragement for me to never give up. God's always here for me. How amazing is He?!!!!

Kacie

This is the beginning draft of an essay I'm writing for College English but I thought I'd put it on here for Kace. I love you girl.
That is Us
Life is nothing without friendship, a lesson I have learned well and I am sure will continue to learn forever. Many friends have influenced my life but all in different ways. Kacie Richard is one of “my girls” as I like to call the trio I hang out with. Kace has taught me a lot in the way of friendship and life itself, that two people, no matter how different, can be friends; that friends are there when a shoulder is needed to cry on or when someone is needed to simply talk to or to vent our anger out on. She taught me that there is nothing in this world better than a good friend because they will never stop caring.
Kace and I are about as different as night and day in some ways, yet in other ways we are identical. Kacie is short, I am tall. She has long, light brown hair while I have straight-as-a-board, dark brown hair. Kace has grey-blue eyes, and mine are dark brown, though both of us have eyes that give away exactly what we are feeling inside. Both of us have days where we bounce off walls and days when we drudge around not wanting to be a part of the world. We both talk with our hands and hug people randomly. Blowing kisses is another tradition. We both can read each other like an open book. That is us.
Kace and I went to the same school since kindergarten but never really got to know each other until the beginning of my junior year of high school. We were both in art and both friends with Sammy. That’s how the whole thing started. We girls, Kacie, Sammy, Becca and I, began going out to eat fries at George’s at least once a week. We called ourselves the two-ranch club because we always got two ranch dressings with our fries. Over such a simple thing, fries, a great friendship was created.
There were quite a few times this summer when only Kacie and I could make it to fries due to work conflicts. I remember her always ordering a Sprite with French fries and me a Coke with French fries, with two ranch for both, of course. Tradition. Having fries with Kace is our time to just unload and talk. We can be loud and nobody cares, two girls sitting in the back corner booth at George’s giggling away. That is us. We can be completely open with each other because we know that we won’t judge each other. That is a really important part of our friendship.
That is one of the many lessons Kacie and my relationship has taught me. It is possible to have a friend willing to listen and not judge. I can remember one night when we stayed at her house talking, and talking, and talking some more. We both lay in her bed and spilled out everything about our futures, our pasts, who wanted to be, who we were afraid to be, where we wanted to go, places we had been, the people we had loved, the people we had hurt and those who hurt us. Kacie understands what I feel like and even when she doesn’t, she tries her best. She never says, “Mary that was stupid of you” when I do stupid things, she stands by me and helps me get through the mess I often cause because of the stupid thing I have done. That is Kacie.
Kacie is the type of friend who will run to the rescue when she is needed, not just a friend there when it’s convenient. There have been so many times when she can tell something is wrong and immediately she starts asking questions and figuring out how to help me. She is willing to rush to me when I am about to break down for some reason and can almost always keep me rational. When I’m inconsolable she knows I need a friend to talk to.
I remember one day this past fall when I thought something may have happened to Mike. Ten soldiers were killed in Iraq and everything, the location, time, job, and soldier's home bases matched up with Mike. I was so scared and broke down completely ten minutes before I had to be at work. I called Kacie and told her about everything. She called me back at work, relayed to me everything she had found on the story, said everything was going to be okay and asked me if I needed her to come into the restaurant. She would have been there in a heartbeat if I had asked her to, but I told her no. Always there for me, that is Kacie.
There were so many times last year that I don’t want to think about having lived through without Kacie. She has left for college in Aberdeen and it’s hard. Since she left there are times when something is happening and my first reaction is, “I want to tell Kacie.” Phones work but it’s not quite the same. I remember before she left, thinking that life was going to be different without her, and I was right.
Kacie is one person who I absolutely love. As far as friends go, she is one of the best I could ever ask for. She makes me realize things about myself and life and that I wouldn't have discovered if she hadn't been here for me. She makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me know that I am cared for. The biggest things that Kace does though, is to be a friend through thick and thin. Somebody once told me that best friends are sisters that God forgot to give us. That's absolutely right, that is us.

I'm back in school after leaving school during last hour yesterday. I developed a lovely migraine headache (more sarcasm, sorry) yesterday and went home early. I had college english last night and made it through most of the class before I couldn't stay anymore. I slept like a rock last night and woke up this morning with my head still pounding. Mom allowed me to stay home and when I woke up at 10:00 the pounding was gone and I now have just a normal headache. Thank goodness. I finished my computer applications project early and have some free time so I figured I would write on here for a moment.

I know I was tagged by Beth about a month ago but I am finally getting around to doing this so here goes.

I come from a family of six kids and love them all dearly. Four of my siblings are married and three of them have kids who I am also madly in love with. I absolutely adore kids.

I hate cleaning bathrooms at work. (Love cleaning in my own house, while at the restaurant it is completely different )

I can’t do a single pushup…not a good thing during basketball practice.

I have a tendency to start things on fire in my kitchen. Towels and potholders are my favorite. (Cooking is something I still have to work on a little bit;)

I like to learn new things all the time.

Reading while cozy under warm blankets on a rainy day is absolute bliss to me.

I’m not a morning person most of the time. It takes me a good 20 minutes to wake up before I can comprehend anything or speak English. The best you’ll get out of me, “hmph” =)


Hmm so there are 7 random facts about me =) Most of them are well known but I hope you don't mind. In about 15 minutes the entire high school is leaving for Rolla. Our football team has co-oped (along with the migraine I have lost all spelling abilities) with Rolla and Rocklake. We've done amazing and only lost one game. We're now in the state-quarter finals and having a big pep rally at the Rolla HS gym. When we get back I get to go to work =)