Aug. 22, 2008 - Oh To Sing The Night Away!

A while back, my sister and I went to a really neat birthday part sleepover.  It was neat because everyone there were Christians, and we had a rollicking good time riding 4-wheelers, building a large hay fort, and watching the birthday cake be lit by a blow torch.  Slightly unusual, but extremely enjoyable!

However, I think that the best thing of all was that night, as we lay in the hay fort in our sleeping bags.  A group of at least eleven girls singing their hearts out, is one of the neatest things that you can be a part of.  We excitedly shared our favorite songs with one another.  We sang until late into the night, simply enjoying and appreciating the words of each and every song. 

That is a night that I hope I never forget, just because of that simple enjoyment.  There was no TV, no movie, no entertainment whatsoever other than our voices.  I often think of it still, and want to do it again.  To be with those girls, to share the pleasure that most girls have of singing, with them, and to fellowship with them was very special.

 

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Jun. 13, 2008 - My Tribute to My Daddy

It was the Tribute to a Dad contest winners in the recent TOS magazine that got me to thinkin' about it.  I have decided to post this in honor of Father's Day. 

As sad as it may sound, I don't think that I am very close to my Daddy.  I tell just about everything to my Mommy, and Bluejane.  I love my Daddy fiercely, though.  If I were to lose him...well. 

I want to tell you some things that I admire and love about my Daddy.  The first one is the one that is most obvious if you know him like we do.  He is always cracking the corniest jokes.  A couple of months ago he came to us kids and asked, "What is brown and sticky?"  We all kind of stood there blankly, not quite sure what answer was expected of us.  We finally said that we didn't know, and he gave us the answer, "A Stick!"  Oh, he laughed so hard!  We laughed with him, because he was laughing, not because of the corny joke.  Now, whenever we ask him what is brown and sticky, he gives us a different answer every time.  "A dog."  "Your little brother after he has played in the mud."  "Syrup."  I love that about you Daddy.

I love my daddy because he works so hard to provide for us.  My Daddy protects us.  My Daddy protects us from the evils of this world.  He agrees that homeschooling is one of the ways to do this.  He wants us kids to do things together so that we will be safe.  He protects us from poverty.  He protects us from feeling hungry.  He protects us from the cold.  It is my Daddy going to work that makes it possible for us to have a house, clothes, animals, toys, crafts, hobbies, and play days.  He works, and that means that we can travel, we can eat out when we need or want to, we can buy candy and snacks on a trip, we can buy souviners when we get there.

Now, all of that is great, but it gets better.  My Dad isn't afraid of work.  He is dilligent and gets things done.  He doesn't complain about going to work, except on special occasions.  My Dad goes to work, works hard all day, and then comes home.  He would be a great example in dilligence for my brother, if only my brother would see it that way.  If something needs to be done, my Dad gets up and does it.  He doesn't really procrastinate.  That is something to be proud of. 

On the subject of dilligence, man, is my Dad dilligent.  He has been working on building his own little t-bucket (a classic car, for those who don't know) for years.  Of course we don't have the money for him to be constantly buying car parts for his car, and so he has dilligently done what he could.  He has saved money to buy the parts he needs.  He has made many of the parts himself.  It will still be a while before the car is done, but I know that he will keep working on it, and someday, we will be able to ride through town together in his car.

Now, me, I gain and loose interest in my hobbies.  A while back I was crazy about doll houses and miniatures.  I still do enjoy stuff like that, but the interest has faded somewhat.  My Daddy, however, still likes cars.

My Daddy likes to cook.  Many guys don't, or don't think that they should, but my Daddy likes to cook.  In fact, he watches cooking shows almost as much as he watches car shows!  One of our absoute most favorite meals that he makes we call Sausage and Rice.  Mommy cooks the rice, but Daddy makes the sausage.  I honestly couldn't tell you what he puts in it, because he changes it every time.  He seasons food like crazy.  Flavor is important to him.  The sausage is always loaded with flavor.  Sometimes he even puts honey in it.  Then we put the sausage over the rice and mix it up.  We kids only did this to flavor the rice, then ate all of the rice first, saving the sausage for last.

Cookies is another one of my Daddy's favorite things.  When he wants them, first he will come to one of us girls and ask, "Are you going to make cookies?"  We kind of slyly look at him and say, "not really".   Then he goes to the other girl and asks the same thing.  If neither of us agree to make cookies (which doesn't usually happen!) then he will make them himself!  His favorite ice cream is cookie dough.

My Daddy likes to do fun things.  My Mommy likes to stay at home.  I cross between the two sometimes.  When Daddy is gone, everything seems to be in black & white.  When he comes home, however, it is like going from black and white movies to VistaVision!

He almost always wants to be doing something, or going somewhere.  A favorite family pasttime, it to go for drives.  Daddy calls it "going for a nap", but not everybody naps!  We try to drive ways that we have never been before, but trying to avoid Dead Ends.  My Dad is the dead end king.  Somehow, he always finds them.

My Daddy cares for us and loves us.  When my sister starts to freak out about the required state test, my Daddy always reassures her.  She always feels better when he is at home and not traveling for work, when testing comes around.

 

My Daddy is practical.  Well, sometimes anyway.  He always follows the logical steps.  If something breaks, how are we going to fix it?  If something spills, how are we going to clean it up?  Then he does it.  For him, "no use crying over spilled milk" is absolutely true.

I love you Daddy.  I am so glad that you are with me.  Sometimes I wish that I could just be a little girl again, laughing in my silly way while you tickled me.  Small and carefree.  Not burdened with the affairs of this life.  Content to let you take care of me forever.

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Jun. 6, 2008 - Graduation Speech

This is the speech I read for my first graduation ceremony.  Mommy, and several other people thought it was really good, so I thought I would share it with y'all.

This ceremony signifies the end of thirteen years of homeschooling for me.  It is rather a startling thought that I have been through school, am now ending it, and am looking ahead to what God has in store for my future.

One special memory from my homeschooling years was when we did our medieval dinner, and invited our grandparents.  The guests were greeted with a castle façade over the front door, and joyful shouts from a rather feminine looking King Arthur (me), and an adorable little Queen Guinevere (my little sister).  We ate period food, or, at least as medieval as we could get, played games, recited essays, and displayed our handiwork.  The Middle Ages is one of my favorite time periods, so that feast was very enjoyable to me.

I have had my good days, and my bad days of homeschooling, just like anyone else, but all in all, I am so thankful that I have been homeschooled.  All of you are still homeschool students, pleas realize what a blessing your parents have given you. 

For my graduation, we created a slide show with pictures from my life, and to tell you the truth, I cry almost every time I see the sweet, innocent face of a little girl that used to be me.  I almost cry when I see my Mom crying.  I am finding it hard to actually realize that I am done, and that, although I can still be learning, school isn't something that I will have to worry about everyday.

People are continually asking me the inevitable question, "What are your plans for after you graduate?"  I answer with, "I do not legitimately sustain a conceptualization of my contiguous prospects!"  How's that for a mouthful?  Who else would say that they don't really have any plans in such a complicated manner except a homeschooler? 

This fall, I will be helping my Aunt take care of her foster children for a few months.    I am really looking forward to that as yet another learning experience.  After that, I truly don't know what I will be doing. 

Hopefully, I will always seek the Lord's will, guidance, and council.  The future may look uncertain, but as long as one trusts in the Lord, it can never look bleak. 

One of my favorite verses is 1 Timothy 4:12.  It says, "Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, and in purity".  We need to be an example to the world, even though we are young.  These next years of our lives will be one of the best times to focus on serving the Lord and others.  The energy and enthusiasm in our youth are gifts from the Lord that we need to use to bring glory and honor to Him.

 

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May. 16, 2008 - Protecting Little Knees

How many of you are older siblings?  I think that my subject may interest you.

We have an amazing responsibility as older siblings.  It is a responsibility that sometimes we desperately wish that we didn't have, but one that we are stuck with nonetheless.  You see, we are, in part, responsible for the way our little brothers and sisters behave, and for what they become as they grow older.

I am not saying that we share the resposibility of raising our siblings with our parents.  No, ultimately, that is our parent's duty, but we do have a small part to play.

Everything that we do and say affects someone.  If we invite the family for a game of croquet in the front yard, then that affects their plans for the day.  If we consistantly ignore our chore of taking out the trash, then everyone else has to suffer the effects of an overflowing trash can.  Thus the things that we do, also affect our siblings.

One big thing that sometimes can happen is NOT spending time with your siblings.  You can never spend too much time with them, but not spending enough time can be disasterous.  My sister and I are very close, but my brother and I have a rather strained relationship.  One of the biggest reasons for this is that I didn't enjoy spending time with my brother.  I didn't like the way he played.  I didn't like the way he wanted to play.  I didn't like how he talked, and I didn't like what he talked about.  Now, because of that, we are not the best friends that we should be.

I didn't spend time with him, and because of that, I didn't really know him inside and out like I know Bluejane.

We are suffering because of my selfish actions, and now it is a very hard habit that I am trying to destroy, not to mention repair the damage that has been done.

So, again, what we do will affect our siblings, not just ourselves.  What we do will also be reflected in our younger siblings.

I have a very sharp tounge.  I wouldn't be surprised if no man wanted to marry me because of my mean and nagging speech.  I have an awful history of making derogatory remarks, and putting my siblings down constantly.  I have been very rude.  Now, I can weep as I see the exact same thing in my oldest younger brother.  All that my brother has seen out of me was rudenes, so he didn't have a good and kind example out of me to follow.  Now he is going to have to struggle to bring HIS speech under control, just like me.

The biggest thing that we, as older siblings, have to deal with is the fact that our younger siblings look up to us.  They want to do the things that we do, and be like us.  Although that can be rather flattering, sometimes it can be a major stumbling block for our siblings.

Let's say that you go to camp, and while you are there, you pick up a couple of phrases that your camp pals used, and that your parents aren't pleased about.  Of course, you come home saying those phrases.  Eventually, your little sister starts to say them, too, and your parents reprimand her.  Now they are having to deal with the problem in both you and your sister.

Here comes the revealing part.  I have heard this so many times from my own siblings, that I ought to know.

Little sister now says, "But why can't I say that?  Big sister does!"

Whenever I hear that phrase it makes me pause and examine myself.  Do I really do that?  How awful if I do!  How can I stop?

Does this show you that we do have a resposibility to our siblings?  We should love them, and if we love them, we should want to protect them, and if we want to protect them from sin and the evils of this world, then we need to look at our own selves.  What things are we doing and saying that could cause our precious siblings to stumble?

Have you ever seen a toddler stumble as they are walking along?  They trip, fall, scrape up their knees, and run to their comforter.  Isn't it painful to watch?  How much more painful to realize that it was your foot that they tripped over?!

The term to describe all of this is example.  This is my one of my favorite verses.  One of my youth pastors e-mailed it to me once.  I think that I still have a copy of the e-mail, because it meant a lot to me.

~1 Timothy 4:12~

Let know man despise thy youth; but be thou

an example of the believers, in word, in conversation,

in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.

We have to be good examples to our siblings.  We have to protect their little knees from getting scraped up and scarred.

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Apr. 1, 2008 - It IS My Fault!

One of the things that my mother has always told me is that everything wrong that I do is my fault.  For a long time, I didn't understand this, but I do now, and realize how true it is.

Now, there are lots of ways that people will try to reason out of this.  One of which is probably used a LOT among brothers and sisters.  When you blow up at one of your siblings, and then blame it on them, and your parents tell you that you could have handled the situation much better a different way, I am sure that some people say, "Well, Tony made me so mad!  I couldn't help it.  If he hadn't spilled the milk, then I wouldn't be mad."  (pouty lips)

If this is the case, then you need to stop and look at something.  Was Tony really the problem?  It IS your fault for blowing up at your brother.  Your parents are right when they tell you that there was a better way to handle things.  YOU are the one who let the spilled milk rankle in your heart.

There are many other instances, all pretty much the same thing. 

"The devil made me do it." 

"Well, if my Mom wouldn't make me take out the garbage, then I wouldn't get this way."

"If I were an only child, I wouldn't have these problems." 

In all of these cases the devil is winning as continue to make excuses.  You are deceiving yourself.  One trait that is often admired in people is when they take responsibility for their actions.  This is very hard to do.  People are proud and hate saying that they were wrong.  They don't like accepting the consequences of the things they have done.

I am feeling kind of repetitive now, so I had better stop.  Please, just remember, that whatever you do, YOU did it, for better or for worse.  Take responsibility for your own actions; don't shirk them, or lay them on someone else.

By the way, I have not stopped Homemaker-In-Training Thursdays.  I have just not been doing it.  It is all my own fault that I haven't been doing it.  :)  Please feel free to post HITT's yourself.  You don't' have to wait for me!

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Mar. 12, 2008 - The Daily Dose Award

SuperAngel awarded me with the daily dose award about a month ago, or something like that, and so, without further ado, I will now award it to ONE person of my choice.

I would have to say my sister, Bluejane.  Although she doesn't blog every day, I see her everyday, and she makes me laugh, everyday.  I don't know what I would do without my daily dose of laughter from my beloved sister.  If you haven't already, please gallop over and take a look at her blog.

There you have it.  I have passed the award on, and now, well, I don't know.

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Dec. 4, 2007 - Nothing Beyond Our Strength

Well, I had a great verse to share with you all, but I cannot for the life of me, find it!

It was mentioned briefly at church, and I heard what the speaker said, but hadn't been paying attention when he mentioned the reference.   However, the gist of it struck me, and I have been thinking on this verse ever since.

It was something like, the Lord does not test us beyond our strength.  Why should he?  Why would he tell us to do something he knows we can't do?  That would be like a father telling his five-year-old son to go out and get a high wages job, tomorrow.  Getting a realy job is beyond the capabilities of a five-year-old!

Doesn't that put everything in a different light?  If God knows we can do it, then why do we worry, or question Him?  Why do we not obey Him?  I am not saying that I am perfect, these are my questions, too.

If God knows we can do it, then we can.

I also felt that Philippians 4:13 went hand in hand with this.

"I can do all things through Christ

who strengthens me."

God is our strength.  He does not test us beyond our strength, and He is our strength, so we can do all things!

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Sep. 24, 2007 - You Pull A Weed Out At It's Roots

Today, as I was weeding, I thought of something that is quite obvious, but nevertheless, still just as important.

This big patch of weeds that I was trying to eliminate just got bigger and bigger towards the middle.  Of course, the weeds got bigger and bigger, too.  The bigger they got, the much harder they got to pull. 

I was thinking of this as I happily weeded my way along, when I found another thought to go along with the first.  In our daily lives, the weeds just get harder and harder to pull.  Sin just gets worse. 

Going along with this theme, if you don't pull a weed out by its roots, it just comes right back.  A persistant problem.  Once again, in our lives, if we don't get rid of our sin at the root, at the beginning, from where it started, then it will keep coming back to plague us.

 

These are just some thoughts that I had, and I thought I would share them with you.

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May. 31, 2007 - Interior Decorating

I am generally known as the interior decorator in the family.  Most of the time I don't have the necessary materials for a professional job, but I can do pretty well with whatever is handy.

Every once in a while, Bluejane and I get this urge to totally rearrange and redecorate our room.  Once when this happened, we even pooled our money together and bought a floor lamp to help lighten things up a bit. 

My most recent creative juices cleaned up our bed post, where several bags, purses, and hats resided.  As a temporary solution, until we get a coat hanger, I stuck four tacks into the wall, placed the aforementioned articles on them in an orderly fashion, and then put a picture,that was color cordinated with some of the hats, above it all.  I think it looks really good, but Bluejane is kind of sore at me because I took down her posters.  Oops!

Eventually, I plan on sewing some curtains for our window.  I am thinking that cafe style curtains would look nice, but not seem to add to the clutter.  Now that I am talking about it, I am getting all fired up about making them!

I often think that it would be a lot of fun to totally remodel an entire room.  However, that is not likely to happen for a while.

All of this sort of got me to thinking, and I came up with an interesting analogy.  It has probably been said before, but I am going to say it anyway.

When Jesus comes into our hearts, he helps us to completely get rid of the disgusting wallpaper, wash away mold, repaint the ceiling, and replace the ugly fixtures.  Then after all of the old things have been discarded, he helps us to replace them with beautiful paint, wallpaper, fixtures, and furniture, things that coincide to create a wonderful, heavenly place to be.

So, when Jesus helps us "redecorate," He is helping us to destroy the ugly things in our lives, and replacing them with things that combine to create a beautiful person who is serving the Lord

 

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Jun. 17, 2006 - Humans and Habits

If there is one thing that humans have in common, it is habits.  Good habits, bad habits, we can't help it.  Humans are habitual creatures.  There is something we can do though.  We should know why good habits are important, how to form good habits, and how to dispose of the bad.

 

Having good habits is incredibly important for keeping yourself and your family healthy, safe, and happy.

 

You often hear your dentist telling you to get into the habit of brushing your teeth.  Why?  It keeps us healthy.  Get in the habit of being clean and well-groomed.  It is important!

 

Every night one of my parents goes around and makes sure that all of the doors are locked.  It is something they do to make sure that we all stay safe.  It is a good habit they have.

 

Finally, good habits are important because they  can keep your family happy.  Putting things away properly, and doing your chores promptly and without complaint are both ways to do this.

 

Well, now you know why good habits are a big part of every day,  but how do I put good habits into practice?

 

First, decide something you want to work on.  You can choose something as simple as closing the curtains each night.  If you need to, post a sticky note on your bed, or somewhere where you will see it.  If you can close the blinds for 10 days, then you will probably be able to do it without reminder.

 

Ridding yourself of bad habits is much more difficult than creating new ones.  There are two ways to go about it. 

 

It generally takes about 30 days to stop a bad habit.  Try not to do whatever it is for that amount of time.(i.e. biting your nails, or complaining)

 

Another way is to pick an opposite good habit to combat the bad one.  I have a problem picking at my finger nails while listening to my Mom read stories to us.  Instead of doing that though,  I try to do something constructive.  I can choose from crocheting, drawing or folding clothes.  It keeps my hands busy.

 

When choosing a good habit to fight a bad one, you have to choose something that directly ministers to the problem.  One that forces the bad habit out of exisitence.

 

I hope this has been helpful.  I couldn't find any scripture about habits.  I do think that God approves of forming good habits, and is glad when the bad are broken.

 

I do have a wonderful promise to leave you with:

 

Isaiah 41:13

 

For I the Lord your God,

   will hold your right hand,

Saying to you, "Fear not, I will

   help you."

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May. 1, 2006 - My Driving Permit

"Well, I hope everybody is in fine spirits this lovely day!  Oh, that is so nice.  How is your mother?"

 

Ahem, if you would care to take a look around, please start by checking out the post on my New Newsletter.  I would like feedback!

 

"Yikes, watch out for that tree!  You're turning to sharply!  Stop, Stop, STOP!"

 

I have started studying to get my permit.  I am reading the Oregon drivers manual, and every once in a while, I get to drive the suburban from the start of the gravel road, home.

 

The first time I ever got to really "drive" was when my Dad was working for my Uncle who farms.  I got to go with him one time and he let me drive on the way to the field.  It was kind of scary.  It was my first time driving all by myself, and there was a ditch on both sides of the road.

 

I did okay(better than my sister, who almost ran off of the road), but when we reached our destination, my arms were so stiff, and my legs were vibrating like a back massager.

 

Even now, with the small amount of experience I have, I still get very tense, and my Mom has to tell me to relax.  I am sitting on the edge of my seat, scaning the road ahead, hoping deperately that nobody will even consider driving past my car in the opposite direction.  The suburban is crawling along at a snails pace, and I am still nervous.

 

I was at choir one day, and the two girls sitting to my right were talking about how exciting driving was.  Then one of them said, "I don't understand how anyone could not want to learn to drive!"  I glanced at them, but didn't say anything.  Yes, there was a time when I did not want to drive.  No thank you, I was determined that I was not ready.

 

Well now I am, and I can't wait to get my permit. 

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Apr. 28, 2006 - Transitioning into Summer

Howdy folks, please go check out the Front Porch, my Mom is the Featured blogger and she is tickled pink! 

 

Also, you might be interested in My New Newsletter, all about writing.  Here it is my turn to be tickled pink!

 

Everyone loves summer.  Who couldn't?  Warm weather, fun at the beach, barbacues in the backyard..., I could go on and on.  I am sure that throughout all of you thoughts of yearly summertime activities, there is one small thought about how we are going to be prepared for this annual sunny holiday.

 

In my family, when we begin to think summer, we are only thinking it because the pyjamas we are wearing are not cool enough, and the turtlenecks are pushed to the back o' the closet.  In my family, it usully means a day or two off of school to take time to bring in eight boxes from the garage filled with summer rainment, and oversized garments.

 

After bringing the boxes in, we go through every article of clothing, determining, "Thats a little too small," or, "Mom these pants won't stay on my hips!"  Often a listener(for the bedroom door is kept closed) will here groans seeping out and under the door, "But that was my favorite shirt!  I can't give it to Sister!" 

 

Once that step is accomplished, we then begin to bring out all of the clothes in our room.  Discarding items that are too small or too hot for the summer months, is a much quicker task. 

 

Then, finally, we are left with packing everything back into the boxes, putting clothes in the dirty basket to be washed after their dormant period, and tidying up the room before Daddy gets home.

 

Bluejane and I start out enthusiastically, but as the day wanes our former happy selves have usually waned with it.  By that time our attitude is, "You had better come now, Mr Summer, or else!"

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Jan. 31, 2006 - The Culinary Arts

Hello everyone.  Please remember enter me Mums poll.  There are only a few days left to answer her questions, so you had better get moving!

 

I really like to cook, bake, and make.  I definatly did not get this liking from my mother.  She does NOT like to cook, and bake, and she believes that she is not creative, in the way of making things color coordinated, or pretty.

 

Not so with me.  If I have a feeling that mommy is going to make something that I don't feel like eating, I will ask to make breakfast.

 

Our breakfast menu is small.  Oatmeal, eggs and sausage, breakfast burritos, and occasionally, pancakes.

 

I like it when these foods are rotated, as I quickly get bored with oatmeal every day.

 

I'm often asked to make lunch, and here the creative ideas flow!  Mini pizzas, soups, and sandwiches are some of the mouthwatering(at least to me) meals we savour around 12:00.

 

Enough of meals, time to get to the good stuff!  Any dessert with chocolate, and without coconut, I dream of while the drool falls on my library book.  (Not Really!)

 

My sister and I enjoy switching Sundays.  What this means is one Sunday I will make dessert, and Sis the next. 

 

Part of the reason we do this is because, Sis hates Chocolate!  Can you believe this!? 

Something is not right with that.

 

So I suffer on my off Sunday with white cakes, and she suffers on her off Sundays, with chocolate!

 

Once I tried making potato chips.  Homemade potato chips.  Didn't work out too well.  Have you ever seen a limp chip? 

 

Uh, yeah.  Mabye next time.  I am interested in deep frying though.  Yes, I know it is not healthy, but it sure tastes good!

 

We love to watch Food Network's Cake Challenge.  Wow, are those cakes impressive or what!  Every time we watch that show, I think I want to become a cake decorater.

 

Not quite sure how that will glorify God though.

 

Well, sorry for the very rambling post.  Hey, anyone have breakfast idea?

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Jan. 11, 2006 - Four Beautiful Goats

Our family owns three Nubian goats, and one Pygmy goat.  Ebony, the herd queen, is our oldest goat, and takes life as it comes.  When we move she says, "Okay, whatever!"  Although, when she wants something she tells you with a loud voice, and a toss of her royal head.

 

 

 

Eyebright is my goat, and has won a Grand Champion ribbon at a goat show.  Since then she has delusions of grandeur, and is slightly vain.  I am going to show her and, hopefully, one of her kids at the county fair.

 

 

 

Beauty is my sister's goat, and is dubbed by some of my family "Beauty the Beast."  She hates change, and reminds me of a mule when she decides she dosn't want to go anywhere.  She is very pretty and sweet, despite the above description.

 

 

"Heidi, Heidi, Ho!"  This is the name of the littlest goat in the herd.  Heidi was raised in the house, and, well, sometimes thinks she is a human.  When we call her she answers in a high pitched "maaa" and lets us know she heard us.

 

 

 

Hey, now that I think about it, each of our goats has quite a bit personality.  Boy am I glad though, otherwise having four goats would probably be pretty boring!

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Dec. 16, 2005 - Feline Domination

My family owns three beautiful cats.  Some people say that their cats own them, but I think our cats are content to just live in our house alongside us.  Of course they do demand food every morning, and your lap when you are doing school, and your bed when you are trying to sleep, and to go out when you are busy.  Ok, maybe our cats do own us; we are now slaves to the feline species.  (Not Really)

 

Our oldest cat is a Siamese whose breakfast must always be presented on time when he wants it.  Ka-tu comes when he is called and takes nightly runs about the house.  He loves attention though, and when trying to take this picture, he kept walking up to me and rubbing himself against me.  Aaaagh!!  I just wanted to take a picture!

 

 

Cuddles is a recent addition to our family, and his name tells it all.  Ka-tu likes attention, but only when he wants it.  Cuddles doesn’t care when you want to love on him, and boy does he enjoy himself when he gets a hold of your lap!  School books beware when Cuddles comes around, because it is possible he might choose you to sleep on!

 

 

Our third cat is a small, timid male with the name of Ziggy.   He is the type of cat who is content to be loved from the ground.  He dislikes it immensely when he is picked up or held.  He is the serious one, and saves the silly stuff for when no one can see him.  He does make a point though to sleep in the middle of my bed, so when it comes time for me to get in bed, I don’t have room to get a decent nights sleep!  He generally leaves after the first restless tosses of my legs.

 

We love our cats very much, even my Dad, who insists that cats, “Stink and they bite.”  You can learn a few things from your cats.  If you are cold, go curl up under a blanket.  If you think nobody loves you, go climb into a lap.  And if you want to be the boss, go lay on someone’s schoolbooks.

 

 

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Nov. 10, 2005 - Where did you get that lovely red hair?

I am a redhead.  When I was born I had a slight red fuzz on the top of my head.  When my mother commented on it, everyone said it would fall out and grow in another color.  It didn't, it's still as red as ever!

 

As I grew older my hair turned into a big red ball of fire.  It had curls that went every which direction.  My mom pretty much gave up on trying to comb my hair, it was wild!!

 

Then, one day, I saw my mom cutting her bangs.  After she left I went in the bathroom, and you guessed it, I gave myself a hair cut.  Now all you readers out there, please keep in mind that I was only five at the time.

 

My mom was devastated.  Even if she couldn't do anything with my hair, she had loved it.  We had to go get my hair cut, very short, to cover up what I had done.

 

My hair has never been the same again.  It is fairly straight now, although when it gets humid, my hair does get frizzy.

 

And of course I get the inevitable question, "Where did you get that gorgeous hair?"  I have several answers for that. 

 

 1.  My Grandma (On my Dads side)

 

 2.  My Papafather (Grandpa on my Moms side)

 

And sometimes when I am feeling very clever I answer

 

 3. God!

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Nov. 9, 2005 - What do YOU want to be when you grow up?

Yes, I do know that some of you are already grown up, but you can play along if you wish.

 

For all those kids out there, what do you want to be? 

 

There are so many interesting professions out there, so many to choose from, and for some of us, so little time to do the choosing!

 

The first thing I ever wanted to be was a "fighterfighter."  At the time it was difficult for me to say, firefighter.  Of course, almost every kid(boy or girl)at one time or another, wanted to bravely, fight fires by wielding those large hoses.

 

I don't remember what I wanted to be next, but through all of my fifteen years of life I have wanted to be an artist, a baker, and a candelstick maker. Not really, but my latest dreams for my future, have been, a photographer, an author, and, someday, a loving wife, and mother.

 

My first question before I do decide on what job I want should be, "Would this be something God would want me to do?"  Then I should ask Him.

 

 

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Nov. 7, 2005 - Exasperating Mothers

  My mother can be very exasperating.  When I want her to know the answer, she doesn't, and when I don't want her to know the answer she does!  Here are some good examples:  I have a problem in school,and I ask her for help.  That's when I want her to know the answer.  But, at the worst possible time, she doesn't!

  Or I can read an interesting fact, and want to share it with her, and she already knows it!

  Another example of how exasperating my mother is, is when she says some thing she thinks is funny, when I think it is corny.  I give her a withering glare and she just laughs at me.

  Also, I will just be sitting on the floor, minding my own business, when all of the sudden she hands me something to throw away.  I get up and throw it away.  When I come back, and get settled, she hands me another piece of gargbage to throw away!  It might be a good idea to not come back after the first garbage.

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