My place...

If I was somewhere else right now I would want to be at my church. Hillside Baptist Church. I've grown up there and it literally is my second home. so many things happen there that are as much a part of me and my life as anything else I do. Now that I'm out of the teen department I am actively involved in almost everything at the church. I teach a Sunday school class and help in the primary church classes because I love those kids so much. They are like my little brothers and sisters and to my mother's heart they are like my children too. I sing in the choir and in special music. I am also in orchestra and special instrumental music too. I am the projects director for our Wednesday night kid's program Master Club. I am in charge of costumes for the children's Christmas play this year and I'm helping with the music for that. I instruct a cardio workout (Zumba) class for the ladies at my church and work in the kitchen when we have fellowships. I also help with many many other things that need to be done and if someone asks me to do something I pitch in and help because I love my church and my church family and I want to make it the best it can be. When all of the "minor" details are taken care of then it's easier to worship the Lord. My church family is the most awesome church family ever. Every one's chemistry is great and we try to always portray a loving friendly attitude to everyone members and visitors alike. In the past few years several of the older people have taken me under their wing and taught me things and showed me things that will help me for the rest of my life. The older people really invest in the young people at my church and they really care about them too. We have three amazing pastors and they all do their jobs seamlessly and effectively. Many things have happened over the years. One night we were having a youth all nighter and us girls had already went up to my youth pastor's house with his wife, Mrs. Kristen, to watch a movie and do each others hair and things like that, and I guess the guys thought it would be a good idea to use the rolling bottoms of the trash cans to use for scooters and they got a little rowdy and they made a big hole in the wall. And I'm pretty sure it was my youth pastor who was on that scooter.

Knock down drag out...

My friend has been ignoring me recently and it's really ticking me off because I haven't done anything to deserve it. We were supposed to go shopping a couple Sundays ago but she cancelled. My other friend and I didn't end up going anyway so that was fine and everything, not mad about that then I go to lunch at a church member's house and who do you think is there but my friend who was too busy to go shopping with me! She was like, "Oh my plans were cancelled". Uh yeah! She doesn't tell me anything anymore and she doesn't even care how I'm doing at all. We are from the same church and people always come up and ask me how her or my best friend, who is going to college at Truman State University, are doing and I'm like, "How am I supposed to know? Why don't you ask them!?!" My best friend doesn't go to my church anymore because she is too far away so I understand people asking about her (besides the fact that we are almost inseparable) but my other friend does. Why don't they just walk to the other side of the church and ask her? And what about me? I'm not doing so hot myself but it's ok don't ask me about it because you just assume I'm fine because apparently I'm always fine! It just irks me that when she comes home and wants to do something she wants everyone to drop their schedules and spend time with her but when we"ve actually planned something, that she has wholeheartedly agreed to, she cancels last minute then makes up an excuse. Whatever I don't want to deal with you right now so whenever you get over this all about me attitude let me know and we'll talk.

Rich and Ugly or....Poor and Beautiful?

I think I would rather be poor and beautiful. I am already poor so that would be nothing new and I would much rather be a good person and someone that everyone liked rather than someone who had everything but didn't ever share it or anything. You can always make money but you can't always "make beauty". I believe that true beauty comes from inside and when you let it show on the outside it makes you even more beautiful than you already are in other people's eyes. People have preconceived notions about others sometimes before they even meet them. A lot of times it's from seeing them doing something or talking with someone else and they make judgements about you that are either favorable or unfavorable. You can always change that opinion but people's first impressions stick a long time. It's better they see you with the right attitude the first time because then they will be much more receptive to what you have to say. Being poor is not a disease either. If you have things in your life that you really need, like family, love, faith, joy, then you don't need a lot of money. don't get me wrong it would be nice to be rich because it would be a lot less stressful and you could do things you wanted but as the old cliche goes "money can't buy happiness". Besides if everyone were poor and beautiful poor would become the new average but nobody would really care because everyone would be nice and friendly about things anyway.

OGYBL!!!

There have been so many times I have laughed with my best friend Teah. I remember one time we were just sitting in her room and I was sitting at the computer and she was sitting on the floor next to me and I have no clue what we were doing but all of a sudden something struck us as hilarious and we start laughing really hard. We probably laughed for a minute when one of us made a comment and that really got us going. We sat there for like 5 more minutes laughing so hard that no sound was coming out. Our mouths were open and we were grabbing our bellies because they hurt so bad but we could barely breathe because of the laughter. we finally got ourselves under control but we made the mistake of looking at each other and we totally lost it again. We still have no clue what we were laughing about but everytime we think about it and remember each others faces we crack up. I almost started laughing in the middle of class as I was writing this.