Christmas gift to My love

Dear My love,

What can I give you this year that I haven’t given you before? For, I have given you everything within me, my heart, my life, my spirit, my very being; all of these things are yours. What do I have left to give you? I’ve dedicated everything I am to you, and I want to serve you with everything within me.

I could say I will give you this year, but that promise could be broken or forgotten. I could say that I will give you my time, but I know I would often forget that I have given you that and will use it to my own pleasure or want. I could give you my love, but you already possess that to the full. I have searched my whole being for something that I can give you, but I haven’t found a thing that hasn’t been given you to already.

So, this may not seem big in comparison to the other gifts that I have given you, but it is given to you from my heart.

I will give you tomorrow; I will dedicate tomorrow to you, and live tomorrow for you and with you, because you live in me. And when tomorrow ends, I will say the same for the next day, and the next, so that way I am not giving you anything that I know I will forget about, and that I’m just giving you one day at a time. That I hope will mean more to you than if I gave you the whole year ahead of time, than if I gave you my whole life over and over again. Just one day at a time I will dedicate my life to you, one little step at a time I will walk with you.

Just promise me that you will help me, that you will hold my hand when I’m too weak to walk, that you will encourage me when I am fallen and discouraged, that you will help me to be everything that I should be, everyday that I’ve committed to you.

Thank you so much for being my awesome lover and friend, my confidant, my king, my father, thank you for being everything to me.

Much love from your lowly servant and lover

Leilani

Yuletide season...where is your cheer?

What I miss this Christmas.

1. Singing practice for caroling with all the people in the South Houston home

2. Everyones foolishness when we were practicing

3. Caroling

4. The jokes and fun we had while caroling

5. Spiked egg nog

6. The old c'mas movies we would watch, like White Christmas

7. Being with my family and friends

8. Livi's cooking

9. Secret Santa

10. A house with internal heating

I have so many memories with you guys in that home, and I miss you all terribly this Christmas season. I hope you guys have the greatest time, and most wonderful Christmas yet!

This, sadly is the first Christmas I'm spending away from any of my family, and also the first Christmas where I'm not part of any singing/caroling team, so I'm feeling very sad and lonely.
Christmas is supposed to be a happy time, an exciting time, a time where your trying to figure out for the whole season who your Secret Santa might be, and what they got you. A time which you spend with your family and close friends. But sadly it doesn't seem to be any of those things for me this year.
No presents wrapped under the tree with my name scrawled on them, no family or close friends to spend it with that are in the home, no caroling and revelry. But I suppose all things change as we grow older.
All that to say, I miss my family, I miss my friends, and I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!
As for me, I'm going to get myself a nice bottle of rum, and find a state of complete euphoria to snuggle into this Christmas day.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A BOTTLE OF RUM!

P.S.
Here are a few pictures I just came across that might brighten up your Christmas day as well

and here is another pic that I couldn't upload, but I thought was funny, in a weird little way.

Not so much happening...

Being back in Houston hasn't been so different from when I left, though a lot of people have moved on.
On thursday we went up north to Kevin Tinchers birthday party, it wasn't like a 'party' party, it was just a little get together with the home down here and a few other people as well. It was fun though, we just hung out, ate pizza and talked.
Friday I was going to go out ballooning at Joe's but there was a ton of traffic and the construction was slowing everyone down, and we had left late so I didn't end up going.
Saturday I went out to Joe's and Sunday as well, a lot of the same people still worked there as when I left, and they said they hadn't seen any of us 'bubble girls' in a long time. It was great fun, though I was bored when it slowed down, hopefully this weekend will be better.
Monday was rest day and for the first part of the day I had resigned myself to being bored and doing nothing, as Livi was going out with her sister and everyone else decided they wanted to go up north to play soccer. But then it didn't work out that they could go up north so we all went to the Galleria instead. So I got to go skating, and I saw a bunch of people I knew that still worked there, and just hung out. It was awesome.
Today we went to a play, "A Christmas Carol" it was interesting, I had never seen the movie really so I didn't have anything to judge it by. Just the actor that was playing Ebanezer Scrooge was a black guy, yet when he was 'younger' they were all played by white people. I thought that little bit was interesting. Oh and Ebanezer's 'maid' was actually played by a guy...yeh...weird.
Anyhow, the dishes are calling

I'm leaving on a jet plane

Today is the day!
Today is the day that I go on a plane!
Today is the day that I go on a plane to the states!
Today is the day that I go on a plane to the states for my visa trip!
Today is the day that I go on a plane to the states for my visa trip and visit my old home!

Yippie!

I know that was just highly annoying, but I just couldn't help myself, because I'm excited about going on a plane. So you will all have to live with it. I love flying, its so fun, and I haven't been in a plane for about 7 years or so, and today, I'm going on one!

This post is incredibly corny, but I just had to do it. I'm just in one of those moods where I'm excited and so I don't really give much thought to what I'm writing so almost everything I write will come out corny, or extremely boring.
But who knows, it could just be the way I am all the time...(pause here to ponder that thought)...umm...yeh, nevermind, I don't think I'm in the mood to make myself feel utterly stupid and corny. So yeh, just delete that thought from your minds.
Love you all! Will be posting about my adventures in the states with ballooning and anything else that happens, and hopefully they won't turn out as corny as this post has.

Its going to be their loss...

Have you ever tried booking an airplane ticket online at Continental.com?
Its annoying as hell!
I have been trying for the past couple of hours off and on, and it goes all good and well until you get to purchasing it. Then it comes up with a stupid error saying that the site isn't working and you need to call customer service. And then, to make things even better, the customer service phone number doesn't even work.
I'm annoyed, and am beginning to really dislike Continental. I'm going to try calling again tomorrow, and if it doesn't work, then its their loss, because frankly I'm tired of trying to book a ticket which I need for two days from now, and it not working.
Yes, I know that this post is boring, but I needed to vent my frustrations on something other than my roommates, and since more than half the people that probably visit my blog don't comment, or probably even read my posts anyways, then it shouldn't really matter that this post is boring.
So adios, and good night.

Why Me?

I was sitting all happily on my computer, chatting away with a few friends of mine, when Danny (a manager in the home) comes in the room, and graciously informs me that my breakfast day has changed from the usual Sunday, to tomorrow this week, as there's no one else to do it. But since I'm doing it tomorrow I won't have to be doing it on Sunday (what a relief.)
So I'm fine with that, and turn back to resume my chatting, when he tells me that I have to make french toast for breakfast, with orange sauce...
Great, I think, I already really dislike getting up in the morning to make breakfast and I get something hard to do.
I let out a resigned sigh, and he asks if I know how to make orange sauce.
I tell him no, and he then asks if I know how to make lemon sauce and its just like that, just with oranges instead. And once again I let him know that, no, I do not know how to make lemon or orange sauce.
He tells me to ask Kim about it and leaves the room.

So Kim comes in later saying that Danny had asked her to tell me how to make the sauce, and then explains how to make the orange sauce and what to do. I thank her, and she leaves.

11pm comes around and I find and borrow an alarm clock from someone in the home so I can get up on time to make breakfast. I successfully set the alarm clock and hope that I'll be able to get up in the morning, and then I retire.

BRrrrring, rrrring

I slam my hand down on the alarm clock, hoping that that will do the trick in turning it off, it didn't work, the second try did the trick, and I roll over to go back to sleep for a few more minutes.
I wake up 15 minutes later, and look at the clock, seeing that its just 15 after when it was supposed to go off, I stumble out of bed and struggle to get my clothes on, and stumble downstairs to the already lighted kitchen.
My eyes shut automatically when faced with such a bright light, I struggle to open them again, they start hurting so I stand there for a few minutes until I can squint successfully without my eyes giving me pains at such a bright light so early in the morning.
I look at the dining room clock, I have 45 minutes before I have to wake everyone up.
andI start cracking eggs in a bowl and then make some milk for the mixture, put cinnimon in and mix it all up. I get out the pans, and put them on the stove, grab the bread for the french toast, I'm finally just starting to get awake, when suddenly...

I realize the actual time

Its not 6:15 as I had thought it was.
For some reason the clock looked like it said the right time when I got up, but must have been my groggy eyes playing tricks on me.
It was in actuality 3:15 when I stumbled downstairs to make breakfast, and thus was the reason for the light being so terribly bright to my eyes.
With this new revelation, and just checking the clock once more to make sure that my mind isn't playing tricks on me this time, I head back to bed, and reset my clock for 6, and fall blissfully back to sleep.

BANG!

The door bursts open and Kim comes in the room, saying that is 7:15 and asking me if I was going to do reveille and make breakfast.
I'm awake in a second, just realizing that the alarm didn't go off. I explain myself to Kim and she goes off to wake some people up, while I repeat the procedure in getting myself ready for the day, while trying to figure out why the alarm clock decided to fail me this time, when it had worked so wonderfully earlier that morning.
Then once again I'm struck with the factor that I didn't pull the nobby thing on the top up, and thus is the reason it didn't go off.

I stumble downstairs once again, thinking to myself..."Why me? Of all the people it could have happened to....why did it have to happen to me?"

Proof of the Pudding

I have decided to approach and discuss a very opinionated topic that most of my friends know about. I do not want people to misunderstand my post, nor do I want them to think that I actually believe in the theory of evolution, I just have proof that some types of evolution do exist. So I will tell you this story, and let you tell me whether it is true or not.

There was once a girl that when she laughed no sound was heard, except for the deep inhalation of breath she took when she ran out of air.

Slowly the inhalation of air that she would take when she was laughing got louder and throatier, then as time went on, it started sounding different almost every time she laughed.

She did not do it on purpose, for many people would laugh and make fun of her when she laughed that way, but she could not help it.

As time went on, she developed what some people would call, a squeak, when she laughed, instead of the previous throaty inhale.

She tried her best not to laugh that way, but it was hard to make it different, and she just couldn’t seem to change it, no matter how embarrassed she felt when people would call her things like, mouse, or a squeaky clutch, or whatever else they could think of that squeaked.

But to her dismay, the harder she tried to stop it, the worse it became, she couldn’t silence it. It was something that just seemed to happen whenever she laughed, and she just couldn’t help herself.

And so ends my story, and thus proves that things can evolve (or devolve if you wish). It is not something that I’m posting for people to base their evolutionary opinions on, for that is something I don’t believe in, but it is something that slowly evolved into what it is now, a uniquely genuine silent laugh with a squeaky finale.

Its coming soon!

I saw this in the news of houston, pretty freaky, and yet another sign of the end.

check it out

I survived!

Wow, I finally have something to post about, but sadly I don’t have the pictures yet, soon though, hopefully soon.

Anyways, I just spent the last two days with a bunch of OCs at a little W.I.P. event that they had. I was part of the photographer/gopher/set-up/clean-up crew; it was pretty interesting, as well as fun.

Yesterday we went to the Papalote (it’s a science museum with a bunch of kewl different things) and we spent basically the whole day there, looking and experiencing different kinds of things.

There was this one exhibit where you get to experience what you’d do if you suddenly lost your sight and where you get to see what it feels like for people who could never see, they explain different things to you, then tell you to go into this pitch black room, where there are a series of obstacles you have to go over, under, around, and through, it was pretty interesting, but it was slightly ruined by someone turning on their watch light to see where they were going.

At another exhibit there was this surface that you lay on, and as you’re laying on it, they raise you up with tons of nails, it was very interesting, and though you think its going to hurt tons, you actually didn’t really feel very much of it at all, because your body evens itself out when laying down, so that you won’t have more weight distributed in one area than another.

Then, for the final experience, we watched someone dissect a real heart…

Ok, ok, it wasn’t a real human heart, it was a pig’s heart, but still, it was real. They said that the pigs heart is most like the humans heart overall, and so they use that for dissecting and showing the different chambers and everything, it was really interesting, and surprisingly, I wasn’t that queasy around it at all. After the lady finished dissecting it, she gave everyone permission to touch it if they wanted to, and surprisingly a few of the OC girls did touch it, I on the other hand, as well as the other team leaders were too sicked out to do so.

After that, the lady took out a cow’s eye to dissect as well, it still had some of the eyelashes attached to it, and it looked rather disgusting. I got sicked out when she began to squish the eye between her fingers, I couldn’t handle that, so I left, leaving the braver ones to see the all the little parts and everything that are inside the eye.

There were other things, we did and saw and experienced at the Papalote, but they weren’t as exciting or fun, or I just don’t want to expend my brainpower telling about them all. So that will have to do.

After that, we all headed over to the Corazones home, where they were hosting the W.I.P. event. It was a very nice property and a really nice place, and everyone was super kewl. I got asked about a dozen or more times from different people that lived there ‘if I was the girl that was going to join their home a while back’ and why I didn’t end up coming, and all that jazz. They were super kewl people though, I gotta admit.

Anyhow, they had a special little dinner for all the OCs where they had to dress up nice, then they had a little dance night for them, with games and live music from the resident band there, P.C.F. interesting name that has no meaning, but I won’t get into that, they were a pretty good band, and it really got the OCs out of themselves. Anyhow, after that they all headed to bed, and the staff stayed up for a couple games of volleyball in the freezing weather outside. I didn’t play, but watched and only lasted outside for maybe 20 minutes, at which time I felt like an ice cube and decided to move myself back inside to my nice warm bed, and computer. Needless to say, I ended up getting to sleep before everyone else, but they did wake me up when they came in from jumping in the pool at 1 or 2 am.

The staff had reveille around 7am this morning, but since I’m not a morning person, I dragged myself out of bed a little bit later. It took 2 cups of coffee to finally wake me up, and even then, it was as if my body had all the energy and my brain was still foggy, but I survived.

We had b’fast at 8:30 or so, but I had to get the classroom ready for inspiration and they class they were to have, so I had b’fast after I did that, then cleaned up from b’fast and after that I joined in the inspiration a little bit, but since my brain was still a bit slow, and my body was just getting started, I just ended up sitting down for most of it. Till the class started that is, then I had to start taking the photos, as up until then, someone else was taking them, but then they had to translate for some non English speakers who were attending.

After all of that, everyone had to go get ready for sports, which lasted from 10:30am to about 1 or 1:30, at which time I took a ton of photos of the sports. Though, actually I wasn’t taking photos all the time, as I had a very limited amount of space on the camera, so I did sit down and just watch for a bit. But then, I got taken away to help the lunch crew clean up a bit before lunch and set up the lunch outside, then served the plates for the OCs, and cleaned up afterwards.

Then, after lunch had to clean it all up, and set up the chairs for the W.I.P. presentation, and skits the OCs prepared. The girls skit was very cute, but took a little bit of time to get to the point of witnessing, but the boys one was surprisingly pretty well done, though of course it lacked in certain areas, it was really cute though.

After that was through, they OCs watched ‘The Wild’ and 6 of us staff members took 15 minute shifts keeping an eye on them, then we were free to pack our stuff up, and go swimming or whatever else we wanted to do.

It was long, it was exhausting, but I have to admit it was fun, and it was nice getting out and meeting a few other people that live in the city. And as soon as I get the photos from it, I will post them.

Oh and I had a nice little surprise waiting for me when we got home, apparently they moved the girls room to another room while I was gone. I knew it was going to happen but I just didn't know when, so now I'm in another room, with no bathroom, sniffle sniffle, but I'll live

furry things

I have come to the conclusion that fluffy dogs scare me
They may look cute and cuddly, but beware of the monster it turns into behind your back

on a side note, haven't been up to much lately
Turned 19 a couple of weeks ago, yippie!
no pics though, cause we didn't do anything for it
so sad, but now I must be on my way

just not cut out for this

I have come to the inevitable conclusion that I'm just not cut out to be a blogger. My life is too boring to keep up with, and whenever I do have something to post, I'm too lazy to do it, or I just don't have time.
I said almost two weeks ago that I would post pics of my trip to Ixtap in a few days, and I didn't, its taken me this long to post them. I'm just horrid it this. But I still try, that counts for something doesn't it?



This is the day after we went to the beach and got all sunburnt














All dressed up for dancing

















Aren't my nephews cute?




















Benji looks just like his dad in this picture, well I think so at least.












Such a happy little family

yippee!

I'm back online!!

But that hasn't been the reason for my silence, just haven't had anything to post, or just too lazy to post anything.
I'll post some pics of my vacation in Ixtapa sometime soon.

its the little things...

Sometimes I feel as if there is no point to this life that we live, that there was almost no reason for us being put on this earth besides having tests and trials. It sometimes feels as if we make no difference at all.
I've had a lot of doubts and questions, and they all just surface sometimes, but I know that I should just go to the word for answers.
Don't you feel sometimes that there's no point to it all? That we were just put here to have trials and hardships? That we make almost no difference in the world, or not enough?
Well I was chatting with a friend today, and we were talking about a lot of different things, and he said something that made me really start thinking. He said, sometimes it feels as if we're not making a whole lot of a difference or being able to change the world to where you can actually see the change, but then it came to me.
We might not always see the effects we have on people, we might not even know we effected someone enough to change. Its the little things that really change the world, or one persons life. When you talk to someone, when you witness to them, when you pray with them, you've started a ripple effect, and they in turn have started their own ripple effect on other people. We don't always see the effects of what we do in this life, but we will when we finally get to heaven.
So you can't just think that you make no difference at all, because you do, everytime you talk to someone, remember, your starting a ripple effect.

change is coming

I've recently been working on a new template for my blog, as this one is getting really boring.
But I've come up with a few problems

1. The template I've found has a few minor problems in the html, which have needed fixing and I've been trying my best to do some patching to it.

2. The template also does not have any links for comments, so I need some help with that, if anyone knows how to do that, please let me know

so let me show you a sneak peak at what it might look like when i get through with it


it will be either like this -->











<--Or like this

It's HUGE!

I have a new word

Brobdingnagian

go look it up in the dictionary

I feel special, oh so special!

So today was my first day out witnessing/tooling since I've gotten here. Yeh yeh, I know, I've been here for one month and haven't gone out witnessing/tooling? Well, let's just say that I don't get out much and leave it at that.
Ok so I go out with Jason (mexican national that speaks english that I barely understand) and we get dropped off not so far away so we won't get lost, but still in an area with not that many shops or anything.
So we make do with what we have, and go to the first plaza we find, go to a few shops there, and Jason stifles laughs whenever I say something in spanish (he's making fun of me, I know it).
I have limited spanish, and he has limited english, we barely understand each other, and we both have to repeat what we say a few times before the other gets what your saying, so finally we almost get to where we understand each other, after almost a full day of witnessing/tooling.
Anyhow, we finish the plaza, or at least all the stores that don't look busy, or don't look like their stingy, and we move on, down the street, in the direction of home, coming across a few more shops, not everyone said yes, and not everyone said no.
It was fine for a first day out for me, he's been out before, but yeh, not basically by himself (I don't count for much because I don't speak spanish yet, but I will try when I know more).
So we realize that a lot of shops are closing, and or are too busy watching Mexico get beaten by Argentina, so we decide to provision food. He tells me its my turn to do something, I laugh, he trys to convince me, I say I don't speak spanish, and they don't speak english, he rolls his eyes and plunges into the abyss...I mean restaurant.
First one says no, so we go on to another one, they say yes, and give us a little bit of yummy food, we sit there a while, watching the game, then decide to leave, thanking the sweet lady that gave us food.
We decide to try provisioning more food at another place, they say yes, and we sit down, they gave us more yummy food with carne, it was good. We watch the rest of the game, or what we thought was the rest of the game and thank the people and start our trek back home.
We finally get home after getting picked up by a sweet lady, and stopping at the store because she said she was only going to take 10 minutes, she took 20, but we still got a ride basically all the way home, YAY! Ok so we were out for I dunno, 5 hours or so, and put in our stats, and Marcos gives us our 10%, whoo hoo, money! The first since I've gotten here, 12 pesos! I feel special, I really do, and I'm not mocking, its money and if I do this again, it'll add up.

(ok I know this was a boring post, I was bored, and yeh, thought that my first day out witnessing was worth posting about, but I think I've just bored myself to death, and can only imagine what I've done to you, heh, so I'm going now.)

Happy Father's Day!

I'd just like to wish my Dad a happy fathers day.
I know I'm not the best daughter, I wasn't always nice to you, I had my battles and trials about you being the father figure in my life instead of my real Papa, but you did good.
You put up with me, you waited patiently for me to finally come around and see you as something other than the big bad guy all the time(even though I'm sure sometimes you were ready to chortle me). And you taught me many things which I will never forget.

Such as:
How to make fried egg sandwhiches
Practice makes perfect (or pretty close to it)
How to mark my bible
To put God's will first

And many other things, those are just a few that came off the top of my head.
So all this to say, I hope that you have a wonderful day, that you'll see this post sometime, and know that I love you, though I tend to hide it a lot, and that I'll always remember and appreciate that you were there for me probably through the toughest spots of my life.

Excitement of the evening

So I was sitting here quietly on my computer when suddenly I hear blood curdling screams coming from somewhere in the house.
Then laughter, so I think to myself, "Somebody probably just scared someone half to death, and thats the cause of the scream."
So that being solved, I continue what I was doing.
Then, more screams, this time they don't sound like someone scared them out of their minds, they sound as if something else scared them out of their minds, and judging from the scuffle I hear going on, its probably not human either.
So I decide to ignore it a while longer, being as I don't want to get caught up in the middle of things. But then curiosity takes the toll on me when I hear a few more screams coming from the kitchen area. So I decide to investigate.
So I creep out of my room...treading causciously so as not to be attacked by whatever they are facing. I reach the entrance to the kitchen, and slowly walk down the steps.
There's a scuffle going on in the kitchen, and it looks like things are getting messy. Kitchen table here, chairs strewn across the floor. Juan running in and out of the kitchen yelling, little Johnny grinning and doing the same thing, and Suzy probably with a broom in her hands. Looked like quite the excitement.
I grin and slowly ask whats the matter. They all just look at me for a second, then Juan gestures to me to go back out.
I look to my right and there behind the safety of the glass door stands all the women, besides Suzy of course (she knows how to take care of her own). And they start telling me to get out of the kitchen as well. I just look at them, and ask them calmly about what's happening.
They tell me its a rat.
A rat in the kitchen? Noo....surely we would have come across it sooner. But if it is indeed one it sure picked a good time to come out of hiding.
I decide to retreat back to my room, don't want some rat running over my room anyways.
Later Terry comes in and tells me breathlessly, "We got it, and it wasn't a rat."
"Really?" I ask him, "So what was it?"
"A Possum."
Great, I wonder, so how did that get in the house. But I kept wondering to myself.
Terry leaves the room a few minutes later, then Juan pokes his head in the room, gesturing me to come see their catch of the day. I avidly shake my head a vicious no. He smiles and leaves, leaving the door open.
Then a minute later he comes back in with, you guessed it, the possum, in a cage though. So I'm safe. Great, now we have a possum for a pet? Don't tell me its true. Do you know how many diseases those animals probably carry? Enough to make start itching.
So they decide against the plan of keeping the possum, or maybe it wasn't a plan after all, they perhaps just wanted to see my reaction about the possibility of it being a pet. Anyways, they take it outside of our property and took it on a long walk.
To where?
I don't know.
What did they do with it?
Same answer


Will post pictures that Terry got with my camera later, I'm too lazy at the moment

Where's my privacy?

So my room has been taken over today by avid world cup viewers during my quiet time.
I guess the saying "no rest for the wicked" holds true. Man did I want a little nap today. But its not gonna be...unless by a miracle the electricty goes out for a while, as it has been doing quite regularly lately. But usually only at night. Oh well.
So I'm subject to dialogue in "espanol" while I try to think, and type this post out. Maybe it will fade in the background soon and I can finally drift off to sleep. But for some reason, it doesn't seem plausible. Maybe later...or maybe I'll just crash somewhere else for a change, while I try to stifle my glares in their direction.
Oh its really no big a deal...I just am kinda tired and love to exagerate things when I'm tired, and annoyed, and just finished cooking for the last couple of hours, so yes, exageration takes its toll on my writing.
I really should stop soon, but theres not much else to do, except try to find some other comfortable place to crash till quiet time ends...which is like in an hour or something.
So I'm off to find a happy place, away from all this world cup business.

Why pick that one?

What I don't get is Pinata's.
Parents pick out their childs favorite cartoon character and then fill it with candy so that the child can beat it up till it all falls out. Why does the kid even want to beat his favorite character up? Just because there is candy in it? Hrm...I still don't get it.
Why not pick some character that the kid really hates then have him/her beat it up. Then they will actually have some point other than candy to beat the thing up. Or do they just get some sorta weird pleasure out of seeing their favorite character torn to shreds, just for the little treats inside. Or maybe their favorite character isn't really as special to them as a bit of candy is.
Myself if I was every given the opportunity of beating the crap out of something a pinata, and had the choice of what kind of pinata I wanted to beat up, I wouldn't pick my favorite character, or anything that in any way resembled cute. Maybe an ugly version of my favorite character, but not the one that really looks like it.


This maybe, because it just looks bad, and doesn't even look like the character its supposed to be. I mean look at it, its hideous, I would be happy to beat something like that up because its just discusting looking and doesn't deserve anything else but be beaten up. At least you get something good like candy out of the process of beating it up. Its gotta pay off for something. Right?



But definately not this one, its just too cute, and it definately looks like him. I wouldn't want to beat him up just for some candy, heck I wouldn't even buy the thing, because I wouldn't even need it to beat up. But still, its the thought that counts.

I'm not saying by any means that spongebob is my favorite character, just one that I really like. And it would just be sad to watch it be decimated just for some pieces of candy that I could buy a bag of or get some ugly thing that I wouldn't mind the thought of beating it up.

But also buying a pinata is a waste of money anyways, and instills in children that you should beat something up to get what you want. Now do you want your child thinking like that? No, so save your money and just buy the candy.