Yes. I am telling the truth. We went to see them Labor day weekend. They came to see us 3 weeks afterwards because Mr. Graham Cracker was out to seA and they wanted the time to pass quickly. I think Mr. Graham got jealous. So, noW they are here again. At least they’re awesome. And we have a giant couch, cause Guys and I have to share the couch. It’s crowded. But totally awesome. Totally. We’ve been staying up until like 12 every night.
They’ll be staying a “few” days. Last time it was a week. Yeah. We’re having fun.
Four bedroom house, 6 pets, 16 people. It awesome. Totally.
I was trying to be charming.
There was a group of teenagers gathered around talking about something I can’t quite remember now. What I do remember was that I was fourteen, and that I was nervous. And then one of the coolest guys I knew turned towards me and flashed a smile that made me even more uncomfortable. And so I did the inevitable, ridiculous thing that insecure teenage girls are supposed to do in situations like those: I turned to walk coolly away from the conversation… and I ran into a wall.
Yes.
In front of the coolest guy I knew… I ran into a wall.
What made it worse was that he immediately rushed over, eyes wide: “Are you okay?”
I wasn’t okay. I felt the beginnings of a splitting headache. But it was nothing compared to the humiliation that I knew would linger long after I left the company of my peers. I ran into a wall!
I have found a new daily-reading blog. It’s called Joyfully At Home. The lady is awesome…and she’s Voddie Baucham’s daughter. That was a snippet from the post I read today on her blog. You guys should definitely go check it out and add her to your blog list.
I want to post about something, but I don’t really have anything to post about; so here’s a bit about my day at co-op yesterday.
After a no-rush-morning, we finally get to co-op(2 minutes down the road). My first class is Church History, so I go there and learn about…Church History. 
Actually, we learned a bit about King Charles. I enjoyed that class, as I do every week. My next class was drama, so after a 5 minute break talking with dear Lizzy, and newbie Shelby I headed off to drama. That was fun, too. We did an Improv thingie and we had to do a slide show of vacation that we went on with 2 narrators. It was really neat to see what the groups could come up with in 5 minutes(our time limit). We got off drama 5 minutes early, so we had about 10 minutes before we had to be in our next class. Lizzy was on her computer, and Becky was in the nursery watching the babys, so I talked with Josh about what his next class was because he seemed to disappear off the face of the earth during my next class. I asked him if it was ballet. Then Spencer came along, joining are laughter-filled conversation. After 10 minutes of jawing, we went to our classes; Josh – Guitar, and Spencer and I headed off to Creative Writing. We learned stuff. We had to do a circus performer thingie; some peoples were pretty funny! After creative writing is lunch; all the guy’s favorite. During that time I ate with Shelby, Jeremiah; Lizzy and Becky were on their computers next to us, and Josh, Spencer, and Christina showed up in the middle of our lunch and conversation. The conversation. What does dude mean? For your own sake, DON’T look it up! Nor a dudette; you will not be able to stop laughing! So, after that anyone who said “dude” made everyone who heard it laugh. The adults must of thought we were crazy. John came in during our conversation and laughter and after being called dude had no idea what was so funny. He probably thinks we’re insane; and we are.
After lunch I don’t really have a class, so I assist with organized sports. I went in there early and sat on the bleachers to have an observing moment. I stole a glance at Lizzy who was talking with Katie H. about something, probably school, she sent me a quick grin then went back to her conversation. I watch some of the guys pass a foot ball back and forth. At first it was just John and his younger brother, Luke, but then Josh joined in and of course Spencer followed. Spencer, exceptionally tall, John, the sport player, Luke, good at getting the ball, and Josh, good at getting in the way of people trying to get the ball, were actually kind of funny to watch as they all joined together and played a make-shift game of football. I looked over to see Katie, who looks like my cousin, and Lizzy, fun-size, still chatting. I decided to go and see what they were talking about. Nothing, it turned out. Liz disappeared, and Katie started talking to me in Sign Language, which I understood and replied to. That’s pretty much what happened. There was another adult helping that day so I didn’t really have anything I needed to do. I just watched the kids, and teens, play kickball and four-square. After that was Spanish. Some how, to my horror(just kidding), I ended up in a kind of circle group of Katie H, Spencer, Josh, John, and I. We had to take a test. Then we had to hand them in. Then she handed them back out to random people. And we had to grade the random peoples paper. It was awesome.
I missed 8, or 9, out of the 26 questions, but half of them I didn’t know because I wasn’t there one week. (I was throwing up everywhere).
Spanish is my last class, but my mom is head of the cleaning people, so we are usually there for another 20-30 minutes, during which time I play piano with Becky. She is amazingly good at piano.
So…not very many of you probably read to here because of the total boringness of this post, but I want to remember the gifts God’s given me: Friends who love me…lots of friends whom are equally as special to me, and a great co-op where I can learn some of the things that wouldn’t be as fun to learn without them.
Just a note to my co-op friends; Liz, Katie, Becky, Katie H., Josh, Spencer, Victoria, Christina, John, Danny, Jake, Kevin, and many others…you guys are awesome, and I thank God that He has put y’all in my life. You guys have taught me many valuable lessons without even realizing it, and I thank you.
That’s what I was; burned. By boiling hot butter that spattered my hand when I flipped a pancake and took the top layer of skin off. Ouch?
I have 4 blisters on my hand right now, but I can’t see them because they are covered in the about 50 coverings my mom put on it to decrease the chance of infection. It doesn’t hurt right now because of the dose of Motrin I took. It hurt a lot when it first happened. Feeling bad for me? Don’t. ‘Cause it didn’t hurt bad enough to keep me from going to my friends house to help her with the horse fair she was doing for her students. Or ganging up with my teenaged friends, Liz and Becky, to play practical jokes on Becky’s older brother. Or laughing so hard my guts felt like they were going to spill out after his crude response. Or chasing Becky around because of her badness. Or throwing water balloons.
A great day?
5 horse-crazy 10 year old girls, 2 horses, 1 foal, 2 teenagers, cheese, secrets, a phone, and one unsuspecting victim.
Yeah.
It was a great day.
I can keep a secret.
I can read…and extremely fast.
I can waltz, and I love to.(especially with my littlest brothers)
I can have 6 younger brothers without losing my head…so far.
I can cook, and pretty good thanks to my mother.
I can ride a horse, though I’ve only ridden about 4 times. I do wish it was many more times than that!
I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me.
I can’t wiggle my ears.
I can’t drive…yet. Beware fellow drivers when that day comes.
I can’t walk on my hands.
I can’t keep a straight face. At all.
I can’t fly. Touo badq.
I can’t type right, obviously.
I can’t talk to the people in movies through my TV, and too bad ’cause they could use my advice,
I should read the Bible way more often than I do.
I should learn to think before I say something stupid.
I should watch where I’m going. (long story)
I should be more cautious.
I should not care what other people think about me and know that God knows my heart; and that’s what matters.
I should be more giving and generous.
I should watch my temper, which has a knack of showing up when a really don’t want it to.
I shouldn’t laugh at stupid jokes.
I shouldn’t like Spongebob(according to a friend)
I shouldn’t be so worried about how I look…and I’m working on it.
I shouldn’t be alive.(another long story)
I shouldn’t have ever gone up into those mountains with my dad.(yup, long story)
I shouldn’t not like root beer; but I don’t. By the way, I haven’t ever found anyone else who doesn’t like root beer, and all my friends think I’m insane; so if you have any thoughts on that please leave a comment!
I shouldn’t be where I am; but my the Lord’s abounding grace I am.
I could watch a lot of movies, but I choose not to. (whatever…Phil 4:8)
I could learn to play violin…if I had one.
I could be done with high-school by now, but I don’t feel like doing it every day…yet.
I could read when I was 2.
I could live as the Amish and be perfectly happy. In fact, I really want to. REALLY!
I could not like roaches, but I don’t care enough. God made them too, you know.
I could stop writing, but now I can’t seem to stop.
I couldn’t be an only child.
I couldn’t live without chocolate…well maybe I could.
I couldn’t eat sushi. Don’t even try to get me to.
I couldn’t not read.
I couldn’t write neatly to save my life.
I couldn’t live in the snow year-around.
I couldn’t think of something to put here.
I encourage you do to this, too! It’s a lot of fun, please let me know what you think!
Note: I’m not a girlie girl – at all.
I caught the sweet girl yesterday, and thought she was real neat.
But my mother seems to think other wise, and says. “That thing you may not keep!”
I want to hold her in my hand, rub my fingers down her back.
But if I do I know my mom will give me a good whack.
Momma said “That thing will bite, just you wait and see.”
I replied in my sweetest voice, “She wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“We shoud keep her.” I said to her, “She’s little and could get used to us.”
I could tell by the look on my mother’s face that she’d rather get hit by a bus.
I got to keep her for while, so a good friend could see,
and after that good friend went home, I kept her, now for me.
I put some grass into a cage, and some dirt and some sticks.
I put Tosha right inside, she seemed to like it quite a bit.
She explored and looked around, and found a spot she liked.
She curled up into a little ball and went to sleep for the night.
I woke up and it was raining hard, so I went to rescue her from the wet
She was aleady awake and up and about and had left the place she’d slept.
I still have her in my backyard, mom hasn’t said “Get rid of it” today,
So she’s safe now in her cage, she safe, if only for a day.
She’s been real fun for the time I’ve had her, and a memory she leaves in her wake;
the memory of the day we found Macintosh, the memory of Macintosh the snake.
We’re sitting in the Graham Crackers trailer. The sun has finally come out after the 2 hours of rain. I’m playing with Pops, Mom and Mrs. Graham Cracker are talking about kids or something, my dad’s laughing at something Mr. Graham Cracker said. All the kids are outside, except for me and the babies. Sam’s taking a nap.
Sis walks in and asks to put on her bathing suit.
“What? No” Mrs. Graham Cracker says to her daughter. Then asks, “Whhyyy?”
“Because the guys are playing Slidey Slide, and and I don’t want to get my clothes wet.”
“Slidey Slide?”
“Yeah. And I don’t want to get my clothes all wet and muddy like theirs”
Silence.
“This sounds like a picture moment, Kait” Mrs. Graham Cracker says to me.
I agree. I grabbed my camera off the Graham Crackers counter, and follow her out the trailer door, wondering what nonsense my brothers and their friends were up to now.
We go down the small hill to where the lake meets their back yard and look down the lake’s shore. This is what we see.
Yeah. Wow. Apparently Slidey Slide translated is: Slide down this nasty slimy mud hill into the fish-poop-filled, littered lake. I wonder how much they accidentally drank? Ick.
When we got there they were just in the mud, getting their feet wet a little as the slid down. Then things got really messy. It’s funny; you’d think they’d do the worse while the parents weren’t looking, but with them it was just the opposite! They didn’t start actually getting into the water until after we showed up.
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They were a mess.
Bud came around and saw what was going on. He very carefully slid down down the hill, put his foot in the water and tip-toed out. At least he tried to.
Beebo tackled him full-force, though you can’t tell from the pictures.
And Guys found this frog, who was named Murdock.
It was an awesome day.
There was a man who was drowning in the middle of the ocean. He called out to God saying, “Lord, save me!”. And he believed God would.
A boat came by and saw the man drowning. The captain yelled, “Hey there! Climb aboard, we’ll save you!” The man then said, “No sir, my God is going to save me.”
The captain shrugged and continued on his way. Not too long afterwards another boat comes by.
“Climb aboard, we’ll save you!”
“No sir, my God will save me!”
The man was about to drown when a third boat came along.
“Climb aboard, we’ll save you!”
“No sir, My God will save me,” the man replied is gasps.
The third boat sails away.
The man drowned.
When the man gets to heaven, he sees God face-to-face.
“God,” he says,”I cried out Your name and put my trust in you to save me, but you didn’t! Why, O my Lord? For I had faith in you like no other!”
“Child,” God replies, “Your faith was steadfast, but the gifts I sent you were pushed away. I sent 3 boats to rescue you. Yet you turned everyone down because you were expecting huge miracles to save you. You would not except My way of saving you. It is not My fault you were not rescued, but your own.”
As you may know from the posts below, we recently went Mississippi to visit some friends. Here is my first post about the trip.
They live in a trailer. Yes, they and their 5 kids live in a trailer. Mr. Graham Cracker is a pilot-in-training. They recently moved from here to … They live in a trailer park. Behind the trailer park is a lake. More like a ginormous puddle for how clean it is, but a lake.
