Sisters, sisters...

My dearest sister and I, and now she's just another year older...wow, we grow up fast.

Sisters, sisters
There were never such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I’m there to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from rome
She wore the dress, and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain and sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who’ve seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man
(By Irving Berlin, thanks man!)

21 and counting...

So she's one year older, one year wiser, and is now of legal age to drink!

How wonderful! Now she can buy me drinks! Muahaha

Happy birthday Boo!

You know I love you, and miss you terribly!
I hope you have a great one this year, party hard, and have a rockin time!



...I was going to upload a picture, but the thing is taking too long to upload.
Oh well, next time

Is my house too small? YES!!

You know your house must be too small when you find yourself sitting in a bathroom on your computer, so as to not bother the people in your room, or in the rest of the house. As the whole house is full of people, sleeping here or there. Or getting ready for their repose.

This is the position I find myself in, sitting in the bathroom, on a stool in front of the sink. If anyone came in right now, they'd think it was the funniest thing. Either that, or else I'm extremely addicted to my new computer and had to get my nightly fix. Which btw I'm not, but it might look that way to different people.

Now I must go before the door gets knocked on again, and I get asked what the hell that typing is?

His name shall be called Larry....

This is old news, but I thought I'd post it anyways, because I think its funny.

I have a stalker!

There, I've said it, now I will have the whole world* protecting me against you! Muahahaha! I feel powerful. (*when saying that, its not literal, just perhaps my family...not that I need protection from you anyways heh)

Not only has this stalker searched intensively on the Mo site for pictures of me, but also showed up right at the steps of the place I was ballooning at, Joe's Crab Shack. I was...shocked, completely speechless, I didn't know what to say (for once)...and he was in MY seat of the van.

Here I am, very mad that I am left late at a ballooning spot, and hoping to get home soon, as Ricky and Rosie were going to be letting me use their computer,because I wanted to talk to this stalker of mine, but Tim is late with picking me up. I called him, and what did he say? "Um...I'm going to have to do some business before I get you, just be patient I won't be long."

An hour later...he's not there, and I'm starting to begin to get past my annoyedness and get into my pissedoffness.
Aaron, who came to do some extra fundraising during that time, since I was supposed to be home about an hour before, comes up to me and says, "calm down Lani, its going to be all right, believe me your not going to be mad at Tim for long..."

If only I knew, I mean I should have caught it. But no...I didn't, I was so caught up in my pissedoffedness that I didn't catch that subtle hint at something good. I said to him "Oh no, your not going to hear the end of this, I'm not going to speak to him for days." Aaron just silently chuckled and shook his head, knowing what lay in store for me, and was amused because he knew how my emotions would change in a heartbeat towards Tim when I found out what his "business" was.

Finally, he shows up. I get my purse and grumble my way out to the car, not caring who caught my deathly gaze...when...to my horror....someone is sitting in MY seat, and I didn't recognize them. I stop, take a double take and noooo.....who else can it be but my very own "Stalker".

There he is, smiling all smug and happy that he caught me by surprise, and sitting in MY seat. I was completely speechless and hardly believed it. I couldn't understand how my home could have worked something out like this behind my back. Who would have known they were capable of something like this? I never did suspect, even though everyone thought I did, and was just playing along. Boy did I have them fooled.

April Fools at Joes

I made a turtle bracelet for a round server at Joe's today, she immediately named it "Billy" and started talking to it, cuddling it, cooing to it and the like. I didn't know what to do except smile and nod my head. It was quite an interesting situation. I mean I thought that she was some kind of normal until she started doing that. And the funny thing was...was I only saw her doing it whenever she was walking right past me. Muttering things like "Let's go Billy!" with enthusiasum. I was amused to say the least.

I was afriad to order food at Joes today, because it was April fools and I wasn't sure what they would do to my food. My stomach started growling really loudly around 3pm and it was too hot outside to walk all the way down to MickyDee's or some other fast food restaurant, so I decided to take the risk. It wasn't as bad as I thought actually, because they did nothing to it...that I know of at least.

Anyways, I didn't see very many pranks pulled on anyone today, except one of the servers asking one of the hostess's to look for some cottage cheese in the fridge that they didn't have. She didn't even know what cottage cheese was...so I told her it looked like lumpy yoghurt. She spent 15 minutes looking for it, until she realized they didn't even have it. Wasn't that funny...but anyways. That was the only thing I recall that was a prank.
So that was my day, as much as I can recall after a long day of latex and screaming children.

(Use latex! It prevents the cause of screaming children!!)

Funny quote of the Day

I get funny quotes in my inbox in Gmail, I decided to share one with you

"I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio."
-Joan Rivers -

look at me I'm invisible

I have been informed, that people don't know how to post comments on my blog, well...I'm not going to explain it. Cause that would just make me look desperate for comments, and I'm not...really I'm not......fine you caught me. I love comments, I really do, but I'm not going to post how you reply to my posts, cause you'll just have to figure it out like I said above.
Anyways, among other things, I have been sunburnt. Dreadfully horrid I know, but its what I get for not putting sunscreen on, on a terribly beautiful day, where you wouldn't really think about getting burnt (that is of course, unless you were canning of course) But silly me, I never think of these things and now I am burnt.
It feels weird, I crinkle my nose and it stings and feels like my skin is being pulled dangerously tight to where its about to rip. I get strange feelings that it could if I keep on trying to wrinkle my nose, but I won't, because it also has an annoying feeling to it. My face feels hot, probably because of the fact that it was cooking in the sun all day yesterday, and its still cooling off.
Anyways, isn't it great being woken up in the morning? Isn't it the most grandest thing when someone beats on the underside of your bed to wake you up? Isn't it so terrible when you wake up in a bad mood because of it? That happened to me, but I shall refrain from using names, and just say that I'm happy now, and have almost forgotten the incident and hope that it doesn't happen again, because worse things will happen than me just simply getting out of bed and growling.
Now that thats over with, on to other things.
I am going to be called, in about 54 seconds to go take the kids, I can just feel it. I cringe, waiting for the inevitable....
I must go

mythos signing out

Neglection

I have been neglecting my blog.
Why?
Because, first of all, I don't have time to post.
And second, because I don't have a computer to use to update regularly.
Explanation enough for all you phantom readers?
I have realized as well, that since I haven't been proclaiming my blog to the world, then I don't get replies to my posts as well, which saddens me.
Maybe its just my pride screaming out, "LOOK AT ME, I'M HERE TOO! ALL FOCUS ON ME!!" But then again, I don't really think so.
My life, has been normal, kids, cooking, cleaning, and most of all ballooning.
I have realized that, I don't have that much of a life to speak of, and the things that happen to me are inconsequential. So I'll refrain from posting about them, unless they are really outstanding.
I also realize that having a blog is a complete waste of time, but everyone loves timewasters don't they?
That is why we have things like Xbox and television. To waste our precious time.
And I have no idea why I even post on here, or consider changing the backround of my blog, cause I'm tired of looking at it. But that doesn't really matter

Mythos signing out

Imagine

What if we all had powers like healing, telepathy, and flying, imagine the contests that we would have. The things that we could do. The places we could go, and the things we'd see.
I've always thought it would be kewl to be psychic or have powers like telepathy, and telekenesis. But sadly such powers are only mythical, and do not exist in the real world.
I used to entertain the idea that I was psychic, sometimes I still do when I have moments where I knew exactly what someone was going to say, or how they were going to react to something that happened, but such times are rare. There have been times where I've seen what was going to happen in less than a minute or so, like this time I was standing on the porch of our little double wide (yeh yeh I know, a shame to live in such a thing) enjoying the wind storm, partaking in the wild beauty it was putting forth, and then in my minds eye I saw a tree branch breaking off of a tree not 30 feet away and falling into the exact spot I was standing. Me being the cautious person that I am jumped back a few feet to be sure, and to my surprise the exact thing happened that I saw not a moment before. I was, to say, amazed.
So personally, I do think we all possess such powers as psychic abilities once in a while, but they are for our own good withheld from us on a daily basis.
Things would be too easy if we could just pick something up with our mind, or fly to some faraway place at a whim, or could just read peoples thoughts, not to mention a bit crazy. Healing powers would be nice to possess but the same with that, if we could heal, then we wouldn't have to depend on God so much, and I think for that reason he probably decided not to give us such capabilities. We probably would have by now proclaimed our own selves gods and wouldn't even give him a second thought. To which I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy with.
So I suppose, that it is good in a way that we don't possess such powers. Though it would be nice to be psychic or fly.

Mythos signing out

Colds

What a way to spend free day, in bed sick with a cold and an ear ache. So sad. If I was well I'd be hanging out with people up north that I haven't seen in ages. But no, I had to get sick after coming back from our trip to Port Isabel and Matamoros. So dreadfully horrid.
It was fun though, got to see people I hadn't seen in a while, while down in Harlington. Got to hear the band jam and hear a new song of Buckles. That was groovy. And we spent thursday at the beach...it was cold. Thats probably where I got sick from, but it was still fun. We walked down the beach a long ways, filmed Mike tumbling down the sand dunes, and mooned passing cars.
Besides that..I haven't been doing very much. Besides fundraising, and getting sick, so yeh..my life is boring as of late.

Mythos signing out

Carnivores and Potatoes

I just realized a while ago, that I have an immense like for meat. Its like its an incessant craving when its around, especially when it is beef or chicken. The other night I went to Golden Coral with my parents and I had not one, but two good steaks. I just don't get fed beef enough at home, I had to stuff myself with it while out. On top of that I had bourbon chicken, plus potatoes.
Potatoes is another like of mine, mashed, wedges, or french fries, all good to me. I gotta have them.
I just realized...that I'm posting about food likes, isn't that just so lame? Blame it on the sugar high I have from eating a piece of ice cream cake.

mythos signing out before she comes up with other lame subjects to blog about

Reminiscing on the past

So I'm going through old pictures that my mom asked me to go through, pictures of us ballooning when I was 10, when I was 12 etc. Pictures of C'mas shows that we did years ago, and they all bring back such good memories (of course there are a few bad ones mixed in, but I prefer to dwell on happy times).
Isn't it odd that you usually remember only the best times, I don't speak for everybody, cause we all do remember some pretty bad times in our lives, but when you look back on it, it doesn't seem so bad after all and you find that you can laugh about that stupid thing that really pissed you off at that time.
Anyhow, so I'm going through these pictures, and I remember so many times where life seemed so much simpler. Of course, I hadn't really been introduced to the world yet, so maybe that hadn't clouded my viewpoint then. But, still nonetheless, life seemed so much easier. No screaming children--besides the ones I ran into while out ballooning--lots of smiles, laughter, and best of all, I still remember them.
Its amazing how your memory is triggered when you look at pictures. You remember what you were feeling at the time that picture was taken. Remember some of the events of that day. And you remember, that because of all those annoying c'mas shows you did, you probably were made famous in some kids mind for a brief while of time.
Another thing that gets me when I look at pictures is how much people have changed throughout your life. Their personality, their tastes, their looks and sometimes I'm tempted to believe that we really do improve with time...but then I remember that once you hit 40 then things just seem to fall apart, or just plain fall (such as breasts).
When I look back to when these pictures were taken during my life, I actually miss it, miss those times of happiness. The closeness I had with my friends, even though they did get on my nerves sometimes. But I think about it, and I really miss it. I was told so many times that I'd look back on that time in my life and see that it was a blessing, I didn't believe it at the time, but now I do. I see my life now, how much harder it has become to live and make it through each day, and I look back then, and I wish things could be like that again.
Of course, probably after a day or two of reliving life back then, I'd want things back up to date again, you can't live in the past forever, the future has to be formed as well, and dwelling on the past won't help you make it in the now.
I guess the reason my reminiscence is because I'm faced with so many choices right now, and am just afraid to choose. But of course there comes a time in life where you have to make your own decisions (with the Lords help of course) and you can't depend on someone else to make them for you anymore. Yeh, I know its called growing up...I just miss the simplicity of earlier years in my life.
Mythos signing out

Ballooning has its moments

So maybe ballooning does have its moments where you just have to laugh at people because of the way they act. The questions they ask, etc.
It cracks me up every time someone asks me if I made the balloons on my stand or not, and even more when I'm standing there making one! The lack of intelligence people show sometimes amazes me, and brightens up my day, proving me to that I'm not that stupid afterall.
This last friday while ballooning at Joe's Crab Shack, I had the hilarious privilige of observing a kid have a conversation with himself. Not only was it a conversation, but it was a heated argument, debate, whatever you'd like to call it. Here I am, trying to pass they time with watching some kind of sports on the Tele and this kid is there arguing with himself. At first I thought he was talking to me, because he was looking straight at me, but no...he was really talking to himself. I heard the word "chicken" come out of his mouth quite a few times, then came to the conclusion that he was calling himself names.
Then, me being me, and didn't want to be rude and stare I turned back to face the TV to see what was on now. The kid still kept yabbering on, arguing with his multi-personalities about squinting. I'd glance over, every now and then, just to make sure that he hadn't tried to invite me into the conversation at all, he hadn't, he was too caught up in his argument with himself to realize that there was anyone else around. I had to stifle the irrepressible urge to burst out in hysterical laughter so many times, the kids was on something, I swear, either that or he just didn't have any friends so decided to make up a few of his own.
A bit later, I glance over and his mother is playing around with the airplane that I made for her skitzo kid and teasing him. She notices that I'm looking her way and tells me "The reason you have kids is to get on their nerves, not so that they can get on yours, remember that. If I never give you another piece of advice, just remember that." Ok, sounds like good advice, I should remember that, get on the kids nerves rather than them getting on mine. But I'm not planning on having kids, so I'll just have to suffice with getting on the nerves of the kids I take care of.
Ok, I'm bored now, signing out

happy times

ok, so I just got back from Mexico today, took a full 24 hours drive to get back here. I didn't sleep at all last night, not due to insomnia but due to watching Dark Angel Series 2 all night long. Worldy, yes I know, but there was nothing else to do, it was either that, or sleep in a very cramped position to which I'd wake up all grumpy like. The trip down was bad enough, but memorable. I finally fell asleep at the border, but then was awakened 20 minutes later to have breakfast, slept most of the way up to Austin, then got a cappuciono and sleep was squelched by that and Sun chips, my all time favorite chips in the whole world.
I partied in Mex city for New Years, was pretty groovy, didn't know even half the people there but still had fun. I hung around people I did know, sat in a corner, talked to people I didn't know, made new friends, played a crazy game where you try to pop a balloon thats stuck out of someones back pocket with your teeth, I lost. Danced and laughed. I had fun. It was a pretty groovy party.
Anyhow, all that is over, and just memories in my mind to which only I am amused by it all. But I'm home, had a great time, miss all the people I met, and I miss Mexico.
It grows on you after a while, my first impression was that is was an ok place, but then after spending two weeks there, anc coming back to the states, I actually liked it. It was a pretty awesome place to be, and I miss it.
This is a drawing I did of my adorable nephew Alex while I was down there, had some time on my hands so pulled up a picture that was taken and drew it, I gave the original to my sister-in-law, so all I have is a digital photo of it, but its all good.
mythos signing out

The silent blogger

Ok so maybe I don't post that often, and I'm not too good at this, but its mainly for the ones that asked it of me. since I don't write e-mails that much anymore, and people wonder what I'm up to.
Dear Lord that was a mouthful.
But yet they still wonder what I'm up to cause I don't post on this darned thing that much at all. Cause, well frankly, I don't ever know what to say. (isn't that absurd?)
Anyhow, it has been said, I think one too many times, that a picture is worth a thousand words. So here are a few that have been taken in the last few days.

This is my brother Nathan, his wife Ali, and their two adorable kids, Alex, and Benji

<- Myself, Gabe and Mel

beautiful women, myself, Mel, Ali, Pri, and Anj

Myself and Mel in our c'mas attire.

My family: Nathan, Myself, Ali, my Dad, Mom, Alex and Benji

The parents and myself

Me and Ali

the nut of the family my dad

I've been caught

aren't they just so cute? Ali and Nathan

My little cowboy

Alex (such a cutie)

Myself, Pri, and Mel

I'm a cowgirl

YEE HAW!!

Mel is a sexy one she is ( I just love this photo I took of her)

Ali, isn't she beautiful (I took this photo as well)

Ok, maybe I overdid it with so many photos, but there were so many to choose from I didn't know which to post. So I chose the best and posted them. I've been having fun in mex so far, as you can tell by the photos. But photos don't always do memories justice. Some things I just can't put down on paper or capture in a photo

Mythos signs out

Mental blockages

Why is it that every time I sit down to write of something that happened to me recently. My mind just goes blank. Is it some kind of mental thing to where my brain just shuts down as soon as I sit down to write something? It has happened to me almost every single time I want to post something. Nothing comes, I'll sit there, write a line then erase it cause it just doesn't come out sounding right.
You see, I sat down here right now to write about the trip to mexico, but my mind just went totally berserk and blanked out on me. It might either be a severe case of writers blockage, or the result of an oncoming headache. Either way, my brain is dead...but I just won't give in, so here I am trying again because I know I'll never write about it if I don't write about it now.

We left around 4pm yesterday afternoon to first drive all the way from Houston to Austin Texas, where we ditched our van and all piled into Nathans vehicle (we all meaning my parents and I, plus our luggage). It wasn't so bad at first, because there were only four of us in the car, but we still had to pick up Nathan and Gabe from somewhere near San Antonio (Brian was driving the vehicle at the time of our switching). So to start out it wasn't all half bad, but then, we found out that we had to stuff more luggage and presents into the already stuffed vehicle, that I could foresee would barely hold us all as is. But stuff we did, more luggage, presents and Nathan and Gabe. All into the van. I got the unfortune seat against the window, where to my horror, I was squished, jolted and crushed. There is nothing that describes the uncomfortable night that I spent in that car. (Needless to say I didn't sleep all that much last night.) I maybe caught perhaps in all 2 hours of sleep in that car, but it was nearly impossible seeing as I had no room to stretch my legs out and they were cramping up horridly, and I had my mother sleeping on my shoulder which squished me into the side of the van, and she had my dad sleeping on her shoulder which squished her into me, and me even further into the side of the van. I was terribly uncomfortable, but I survived.
Around 1:30am everyone decides that its time for breakfast...yes breakfast. They just couldn't possibly wait for a decent hour and decided to stop at the first whataburger they saw. Everyone kept asking me if I was hungry or not. I looked at them as if they were out of their minds and asked "are you kidding? its 1am." To which they replied, "yeh, so? breakfast time." All I could do was shake my head and hope that whatever they were suffering from wasn't contagious. Sadly it was, for I succombed to the slight hunger I felt and decided to get some hash browns. I proceeded to ask my mother for a dollar for them, all she said in response was "don't you have your own allowance to spend?" A impish grin appeared on her face, I laughed in return. Then Gabe feeling sorry for my obvious plight, proceeded to hand me a dollar for my hash browns. Brian and my dad dug change out of their pockets for me as well. Then my mom confessed she was just joking and they could take their money back, she'd give me the dollar. Too late though, it seems that she lost her crown that night because they all flatly refused. (Later they decided that I was the official change collecter and that any extra change would go to me, boy I'm going to be rich!)
Luckily, the trip wasn't as boring as I thought it would be, 20 long hours in a car can be pretty taxing with nothing to do. But my trusty mother brought with her a handy little booklight which I put to good use till the batteries went out right on the last page of my book. Then someone had brought a DVD player and some DVDs. So my mom and I stayed up and watched "Lara Croft The Cradle of Life". After that, we drifted off to sleep. Or at least my mother did, while I was subject to being squished for the rest of the night.
Its strange that when traveling I can either sleep a whole lot, or just barely enough, in this case it was barely enough. But I have have survived thus far.
This morning I had the utter shock while visiting a rest room at one of the many stops we made, that there were no seats on the toilets. I was mortified, here I am, an american girl that has never known a toilet without a toilet seat. Probably the first of culture shock that has hit me since entering mexico. But since there was no where else to go, I gave in and just squatted like every other person did. Why there were no toilet seats, I have no idea, but this mystery must be solved.
Around 10:00am we stopped for a brunch, of fried chicken, biscuits, french fries, and mashed potatoes. Not your all Mexican meal, but it was good. The rest of the day was spent driving, and more driving, and guess what, even more driving.
We finally arrived around 3 or 4 this afternoon, I'm not exactly sure, since I have no time telling device that works right now.

end of boring transmition

Over-cooked

It's strange that a lot of inspirations to write usually come to me when I'm out ballooning. I'm in the middle of making a balloon and some word or phrase will suddenly give me an inspiration to write it down on paper. Sometimes it comes out in pure eloquence, like I'm writing liquid, and other times it comes out in spurts, like I'm choking to get every word out. The latter happens more often than the former I'm afraid.
Thus the following...

Murder, she purred
Through silken sheets
And dimming lights
As the clocks count
She purred again
The yarn unwound
Lay draped across
Alabaster
Time was murdered
The yarn lay dead
Red streamed on silk
As she just purred
Cooing beneath
Murder, death, strife
*End*

That was an inspiration that hit me while ballooning at IHOP. From where it stemmed, I have no clue. But it just came, in little spurts as you can see.

Anyhow, there was something else Iwas going to say, but it has been cooking in my brain for a while today, and I fear that it may turn out a bit over cooked in the end. (there goes the fire alarm!) So sadly, it has been thrown out the window.
My brain has died, my thoughts have flown, and all that is left, is an empty head.

the myth, signs out

Two years have gone, and so has she

It was brought to my attention during Activated meeting tonight, that two years ago today, Megan passed on to her reward, thus explains what this post is about, and what I will write.

It was a normal day, just like any other, we went about our jobs, our lives in normalacy, slacked off here and there, yet something was wrong. We felt it, ever so slightly, but didn't acknowledge it, till the day was our own, till we could pause to reflect on our own time. I remember that tight feeling in my throat, that knot in my stomach, and the urgency to write. What I wrote, I cannot remember for it is not important, its what happened thats important.
My sister, and a friend, both caught the urgency in the spirit as well, and retreated to their own places of solitude to pour the feelings they felt out, each in their own way.
My friend, down to the broken bridge at the end of our property, to cry, and scream, and cry some more. She felt, she heard, she sensed that something was wrong, something was not right. She felt as if someone needed to scream, but couldn't. And she let the feeling loose in her. She cried till there were no more tears, and she screamed till her voice was hoarse. Yet still, there was that urgency in the air, an urgency to pray, for that someone that could not scream for themselves.
My sister, retreated to her room, in the dusty little camper, and poured out her heart on paper. Verses came, poetry, prose, all of it not about the joys of life, not about giving of life, but the taking of it, giving it up.
We all poured out our hearts in our own ways that night, not knowing why we felt the way we did, not knowing that the other felt the same.
The next day, the dreaded news, "Megan is in the hospital and we don't know if she will make it, she has had numerous strokes, and is in a coma. we need to pray for her"*
We were shocked. The few sensitive ones in the home, began crying, and praying desperately for her. Calling on the keys and claiming the Lords promises that he had given.
The most shocking part of the news, was the fact that it had happened the night before, the night when all of us sensed that something was wrong, something was amiss. And someone needed prayer.

I didn't know her as well as some, I wasn't a close friend of hers, I'm not part of her family, but I did think of her as a friend.
I must admit that sometimes I was envious of her, for having all the guys chase her and being left out of the lime light. At parties she was surrounded by them; and me, I stared sullenly and wished I was her. Wished I could be like her, and wondered what it was about her that all the guys liked.
I remember admiring her for how on fire for the Lord she was, and how much she could probably do for the Lord. I remember sitting next to her in inspiration and how I tried my hardest to hit all the same notes as she did, thinking that she had such a wonderful voice, and how I wished mine would sound like that.
I know I probably said some things about her that I shouldn't have had. Thought some things that weren't nice, and I won't justify myself by saying that we all do, because that wouldn't be right.
I cried many tears when I had heard of what had happened. I was sorry for all the things I had said, and thought about her. For I knew I would probably never see her again, but hoped I would so that I could apologize for all the things I'd thought about her, even though I knew she didn't even know about it.
I cried, I prayed, I wrote, I implored the Lord to spare her life, because she could be so mightily used of him here on this earth. I thought that she still had so much to accomplish here, so much to do. But the Lord had bigger plans for her.
Every new update about her situation had us on our knees crying out the Lord to spare her, and give her back life. Raise her from the dead, so to speak, yet he didn't. His ways are not our ways. His thoughts, not our thoughts. I know our prayers didn't go unanswered, they couldn't have been, he just used them in a different way. He is still using her, but up there, and she is more alive than ever now. So he has, risen her from the dead in a way, but not back to this earth,but to live eternally with Him.

*I know I didn't add all the facts to it, its the just brief of what happened. Of what we heard on that day, since all the facts weren't disclosed, from what I can remember at least. So forgive me if I didn't expound.

the days of ballooning

I've decided that my baby blog, has started out really boring.
But I do have a good excuse for it, my life hasn't been that exciting as of late.
but enough of that. I shall talk about my day ballooning
It was a pretty normal ballooning day, complete with an annoying manager that always threatens to throw me out with the trash (no, he's not that kind to me.)
He even got Livi going on about it, encouraging him and the like (and she was supposed to be on my side) sniffle, whatever happened to girls sticking together against the guys, nobody loves me
I had to defend my own honor, against 3 people (he got another manager of the place to go along with it as well) and I did a hell of a job at it, I'm not that used to defending my right to living amongst normal people and not with peoples stinking leftover rotting lunches.
But in the end they gave up, and left me alone, just like they always do when I stand my ground and dare them to take one step towards throwing me in the dumpster. (can't you just see me doing that?)
Anyhow, after that the day went pretty well, made a lot of balloons for screaming children, and annoying adults. I got dead tired at around 6pm but then had to keep on dishing out the balloons, for the demands were plenteous but the laborers were few.
And so since the rest of the day went on pretty normally, I shall end this and not bug you further

myth signs out

Empty, yet fulfilled

Ahh, there is nothing like an empty house
No noise, no screaming children
Just me, my silence, and a computer
But then the occasional outburst from a lingering child interrupts my silent reverie and startles me back to reality, where I find myself remembering that it is impossible to actually daydream of being in an empty house with 24 people living in it.
Of course the fact that 6 people are away at a teen camp brings the numbers down a bit, and then the Stone's and their Pebbles are away for the better part of the day, so that brings it down some more. And a few other people are missing here and there for their doctors appointments and visits with friends.
So for the most part, the house is empty.
And I get to enjoy at least part of the day in peace.

the myth signs out