There are so many questions about life, what will happen, why are we here, what is my purpose, who is truthful and what should I believe? So many questions, so few answers. Will there ever be answers or are we lost and confused forever? Should we run on faith or look for explanations? A little help would be nice. Can you still ask questions but still honor your religion? Will he be angry for my questions? If you believe that should be good enough for you to keep faith. But what will he think on judgement day, will I be good enough with my faith and good heart alone?

Doesnt it amaze you how people will compete over anything, and for what? Just so people will know you can do something. Sports are always a biggy, and im no exception of that, I always love being a part of or watching a win. But thats not it, people compete for attention, for boys/girls, you name it and we want to be the best. If we arent, then we arent good enough, so we train, prepare and work harder so we will be on top next time. Its good to work for things, dont get me wrong but its the senseless things that we out more emotion and passion into. Isnt that something... Isnt that something

What happens when people start pointing fingers and judging others. Its chaos. Rumors fly, attitudes peak, and fights break out. All for what, to save yourself? Was it worth it to see several others fail because of your foolish decisions? Stop and think, dont be wreckless or cause pain upon others. Because one day it will be you at judgement. And what will they think and say? Put your heart and mind to good use and be kind, for one day it will be returned to you in a time of need. So what will happen when you start to help rather than hurt?

Thanksgiving. Thats interesting, with a boyfriends other half of the family that you have never met, and he was reluctant to tell you they would be there. I think it was on purpose so I wouldnt freak out or back down. So you just walk in with a nervous face and sweaty palms. And by the way, where does he keep going? Leaving me, to fend for myself, and communicate to the ones brave enough to ask questions. But all turned out well, nice conversations and great food. Finally, its off to see my family. This oughta be interesting.

There is not one day of my life that I would undo. Because everyday has had a large impact on my life. Good moments have made me happy, bad moments have tough me a lesson and made me stronger and more prepared for what life can throw at me. Every moment of my life has been given to me for a reason, they way I choose to spend that time has made me into the person that I am. I have gone through pain, I have been in trouble, I have had some of the most amazing days and I haven’t regretted any of it. So no, there isn’t a year, a month, a week, or even a day that I would undo because that wouldn’t make me, well..Me now would it?

The one thing I have that means the most to me would be the blue birthstone ring that my mother bought me for Christmas When I was thirteen. And the person besides my family that means the most to me would have to be Richard Thomas. Richard plays baseball for a nice college and has recently hurt his wrist very bad. If he doesn’t have surgery then his whole baseball career would be over and he wouldn’t be able to finish college because the baseball scholarship is paying for his education. His family is short a few hundred dollars and they don’t know how they are going to be able to afford for the surgery. I know that he is in a bind and would never ask me for the money but I feel like I should try to help, he has done so much for me already. A ring is just a possession, but he needs his future, so I visited the pawn shop to sell my very much real ring and mailed the money to him so he wouldn’t be able to refuse it. I could give up one thing of mine for someone that means a whole lot to me. It was given by my mom, but there are other things that my mom has given me and will give me. This is something he could never get back later, the money is needed now.

Cats and Jeans

At my dads house we have a cat, her name is Cali and hse always rummages through my bags. One night i forgot to zip my bag up and she drug out my favorite and only pair of jeans that I had brought and they were all ripped up from her clawing. We planned on going to a concert that day. SO I had to either wear them or stay at home. I was so embarrased that I hzd to wear them. But when we got there all the young girls were complimenting them saying they wished they had come up with that idea, alli would say is that it was my cats brillient idea. so they are still my favorite jeans but not only because i like them but also because they started the hole injeans trend, all thanks to Cali.

Amanda was a young girl who had many friends. Zoey was her best friend though, since the first of elementary school. Each and everyday they would spend time with each other after school.Coloring on the sidewalk with chalk was always their favorite thing to do. Henry, Amanda's little brother would always try to ruin what they have drawn or just stand around and try to bug them and criticize their artwork. In just a few minutites he would always achieve his goal on bothering the two girls. Day after day it was the same routine, arguments after arguments it never ended. just one day Amanda wished her brother would leave them alone. Prank, she thought, she would just play a prank on him, that would teach him. Quietly the next day Amanda and Zoey entered the house where she knew her brother would be playing in his room, they snuck up to his bedroom door and locked him inside. After he realized the girls were home he ran to his door trying to open it, but it wouldnt open. He started screaming for his sister to come help him because he was scared. Amanda just walked out the front door to go enjoy her peaceful day with Zoey and no nagging little brothers. Of course she eventually let him out, and he learned that he shouldnt bother his sister anymore because you never know what she could do back.

If I was given one day to live over again it would be the day I went to my first college football game. I wouldn’t do anything different. Riding three hours with my boyfriend to Lexington to watch my favorite college play was amazing. You walk in the stadium and there is so much energy, so much excitement. The lights are as bright as can be. You’re all cheering and chanting the same phrases to the players below. Watching and waiting to see what is going to happen next, anything is possible in a stadium full of talent and ambition. Everyone is there for the same reason, to see a victory. You can smell all the food, hot dogs, nachos, and burgers. There is so much talking and screaming you can hardly hear yourself think, but you wouldn’t change a thing about it. It makes you think that you can believe in anything, that anyone from a small town can achieve their big dreams.