My awesomely gracious friend, Victoria, offered to take me shopping with her and her family yesterday in Pensacola. There are 3 kids, Victoria(18 next November), Spencer(shudder)(13), and Andrew(9, I think).
Considering I absolutely adore their family, I naturaly said yes. That was a great desision on my part.
We started at Wal-mart. We had to seperate ’cause Mr. and Mrs. White-a-rooskie were Christmas shopping for Andrew of Spencer(shudder) or somebody. Victoria and I went around looking for a Christmas present for my dad. The two boys trailed behind us, often times stopping to look at some technology gadget. We never found what we were looking for. *sob
Next we went to the mall, Mr. White-a-rookie’s favorite…not. We got lunch there, and the White-a-rooskies generously refused to let me pay for my own food. I really like them. But I have a funny story about lunch.
First off, of course, we went around and tried all of the free samples that the resturants had out. We were trying to decide what to have when we come to the last resturant. There was a nice Chinese, or Japanese(I don’t know which), standing there giving out different types of chicken. “Oooh, yes. You have some of dis. Dis spicy, yes you like it? Try so of dis. Di spicy pepper chicken. It good. you no need to buy big meal, you buy kids meal. Big meal costs bug bucks.” The lady was saying. Victoria and I had a piece of each and were about to leave when she points to the buffet where people are ordering and says “You go try, it good. Try some. We have lots of stuff.” She says. The guys behind the counter serving the food starts to shout across the room “Come try! Yes, you like it. Come try!” Victoria and I just looked at each other. After the lady told us to go try again, Little Star and I walked up to the buffet and took what the man had to offer. We then returned to where the rest of the family stood, near the sample lady. Upon our return, the lady says “You gonna eat here? We have lots of food.” Victoria replies “I’ll talk to my parents and see what they say.”
We later felt guilty, for we did not decide to eat at Brickey’s Grill. We all ate at a different place, Victoria and I first going to the Chinese restaurant where she was ordering. That was kinda funny, for Victoria couldn’t understand most of what the lady was saying. I had pizza next door. I’m not a Chinese person. I just like their meat. Mexican and Italian is more my taste.
Afterwards we went to the opposite end of the mall and stopped at Belks. Victoria and Mrs. White-a-rooskies looked at purses while Spencer(shudder), Andrew, and I traded riddles back and forth. After a little while Victoria rejoined us, and then we went and looked the hideous dresses they had. I don’t know who wear’s some of the dresses they have there, they were incredibly ugly. Ick.
After that we drove on over to Toys R Us, which is where we were for the folllowing 2 hours. After Victoria and I had roamed the entire store looking around at the toys and Spencer(shudder) looked at every Lego there, we got kinda bored. Bored.
3 bored teenagers+1 bored kid+2 mature teens trying to get a picture together+1 immature teenager with a foam boogie board+2 teenagers who are always bickering+Rubber balls=NOT GOOD.
We’re not going to go into that. It was catastrophic.
After Toys R Us, we went to Life Way. We were there for probably 15 minutes and then we left.
And last but not least, Sams. Of course the first thing we did was go around a taste all of the free samples. After that we went to the book section. Andrew, Spencer(shudder), and I read Diary’s of a Wimpy Kid, which are absolutely hilarious, and Victoria went and looked at clothes, though she did join us afterwards. We laughed through the book, and reluctantly put down the humorous book when Mr. and Mrs. White-a-rooskie were done shopping and called us to the checkout.
On our ride home, we talked about random things; the normal. We dropped Victoria off at some people’s house whom she was babysitting for. The White-a-rooskie’s then preceded to take me home.
I had a exuberantly splendiferousday. The White-a-rooskies are dear friends, and I cherish them greatly. So, to Victoria(Little Star), Spencer(The Hooded Caper), and Andrew(Mr. Sarcasm) and Mr. and Mrs. White-a-rooskie; you guys are really cool. I am so glad God put each of you in my life. Y’all are so special, and I pray God blesses all of y’all greatly. I plan to know you guys for the rest of my life…so prepare yourselves. (evil laugh)
God bless,
Kait
a.k.a Jane
Right now, I am talking to Victoria on my phone and chatting with her on my Cbox. Victoria is chatting with me, and chatting with her brother; Spencer. Spencer is chatting on my Cbox. It’s a big circle.
I have some friends at co-op. They’re really cool. I thought I’d write a post about them. Their listed in no particular order.
The first is Victoria White. She’s sweet. I really like her. That’s why she’s my friend. My Bestest Everest Friend. Yeah, we make a great really strangish team. Oh, and we’re really good at playing Last Word.
Then there’s Lizzy, or Sunshine. She’s just plain weird. No no no, that’s not right. She’s a wriedo. Don’t ask. It’s not a long story, I just don’t feel like telling you. Liz is pretty cool. She makes me laugh a lot. She thinks I’m amazing. She rocks. We make a good gig.
Then I guess comes Katie. She’s like me but older, shorter, funnier, black-haired me. Wait, I guess she’s not that much like me. She’s incredible, too put it midly. And she’s funny. We get along great. 
And Danny. Yeah, then there’s Ol’ Danny. He ain’t old, though. He’s kind of like a big younger brother. Kind of. It would be dangerous to say he really was. My worst nightmare would’ve then come true. He’s hilarious. Like his sister, Katie(above). We’re good friends.
And then there’s Spencer; Danny’s partner in crime. C-R-I-M-E.
B-A-D.
That’ all I have to say.
And then there’s Jake. Or haha. Or Rocky. Or a hundred other nicknames he has. He’s…I don’t know; mentally deranged? A no-puntuation-user. A smart alcik, too. Yeah, I meant to spell it that way. He’s a goof.
Okay, this isn’t Jake. But for the moment I don’t have a picture of him and Stripe is his closest relative; his twin, in fact.
This is my friend Josh. Not Joshua, Josh.
He’s kinda quiet, yet really funny, and awfully goofy.
And then there is Christina, Kevin, Mary, Katie H, and a lot more. But these are the ones I’ve got pictures of…or was able to find a picture of their twin’s of. And I have to go to Victoria and Spencer’s house for a party. I only got those done by now and I want the post up. So…
I’ll have to do a major “all my friends” post some time.
“Just Born”
“4 Monthes Old”
“Beware: Tiger Will Attack If Provoked. Befriend At Your Own Risk”
”Flower Girl(2 years old)
“School Pictures(5 years old)
“Best Buds…Kinda(7 years old)”
“Curly Curls(7 years old)”
“Me On The Ice(7 years old)”
“Smile!(8 years old)”
“Playing in the Snow; Rhode Island(9 years old)”
“Where I Belong; On A Farm. Just Loving the Cattle(10 years old)”
“‘I Wish I Was In Dixie’ Wait…I Was; Dixie, Idaho.(11 years old)”
“Merry Christmas! Christmas 2006(11 years old)”
“Showing My Sheep, Little Bro, In The County Fair.(12 years old)”
“Me After I Had My First Major Hair-Cut(13 years old)”
”Me 2009(14 years old)”
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!
Hello everybody. I just wanted to let you know I’ve moved my blog over to my own site, so if you’d like to read it go to Kaitlynology.com/blog. Thanks!
Just have your friend drink a cup of hot chocolate at 8:00pm, 2 hours before you go to bed. Then, when she has to go to the restroom in the middle of the night right as your getting warm and sleepy, go with her and run to the restroom that is too far away through the chilling 23 degree night with her and your other friend who felt obligated to go, too. If your extra lucky, she’ll have to go again 20 minutes later.
Trust me, I know.
Is probably “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers”.
I watched it with my friends after church today. It was great. There was some great songs in it, too. Some of my friends seemed to really like those songs. I have a video to share later…
I have some new favorite songs, too. Like “Goin’ Courting”, ”Sobbin Woman”. We were singing and dancing like lunatics to the “Goin’ Courting” and ”Sobbin Woman” Then we listened to ”That’s The Gal For Me”, one of my favorites. We were singing it. Then we stopped and thought about the song.
The first line is
“Oh bless her beautiful hide, wherever it may be.”
That’s really interesting.
I was chatting with a friend the other day when it was mentioned that I was sensitive.(It wasn’t a offense, I brought it up)
“I’m not really that sensitive, ok I guess I am. I’m working on it though, and I’m working on befriending those I’m annoyed(put annoyed, meant peeps that make me feel upset) by. It’s on my list. I always have somthing to work on.”, I replyed.
“wow…your really open, especcially on your blog” Was the persons reply.
I’m open, too.
“I believe in making it clear that I am not any better than you or anybodys else. Why should I hide(as in to pretend to be something I’m not)?
Besides, the Bible says to admit your imperfections and try to fix them.” I returned.
“that’s not exactly what I’m talking about, but yeah…”
So I learned at that time that I’m sensitive and open. And a lot older than I look. I’ve also learned that I’m crazy, and goofy.
Yeah, my sensitiveness is a fault…one that I am working very hard on. In fact, I’ve now befriended a couple people I used to be too sensitive towards. I’m near reaching my goal. Usually it’s in volleyball or some other sport when I remind someone of a rule or something that might help them hit it better or something and I get the “whatever, I’ll do what I want” look or I get ignored. It drives me mad. But, I recognized how I was reacting recently and realized that getting upset about it wasn’t the right course of action. After a couple good readings in Proverbs and a good deal of prayer for patience and wisdom, I started giving out instructions less, for who am I to correct?, and started trying to encourage more. And when I do correct, I try not to get frustrated when I don’t get the reaction I want. Ok, they do what they want. Their consequences are their own. I’ve automatically got the bossy gene since I have 6 brothers, and I have the tendance to be too bossy. So, still a lesson in progress; critisize less, encourage more.
Then there’s the whole “open” thing. Yeah, I think writing out my thoughts and faults helps me realize what I need to work on. It comes to me pretty easy, and I find that a blessing.
I’m goofy? I object most strongly.
I’m crazy? Now that is a well known fact.
Well, one upon a long time ago my dearest litte puppy had a blog called “Our Blessed Puppy”. Sadly, we had to take down that blog due to the fact the Moses, as he was known as then, was too young to have his own blog. Now, Jack, as he is known as now, is old enough to have his blog back. But, since his personality has changed so much over the years, we had to remake his blog. You may keep up with my Jack Russell Terrier by reading his blog, here. And he’s a little doubtful about this here “Bloggy Thingie”, I’m sure he would love it if you gave him enthusiasim boost and leave a comment. Be sure to check back, because Jackie always leaves a thank you note…and perhaps some more than that…
Thanks!
