Well folks, I'm now OFFICIALLY 15!!!

I really can hardly believe it! This is so weird. I just got off the phone with Lace, and like, she asked me if I felt fifteen, and you know what? It's weird, but on my birthdays I never really feel older necessarily. It's more a feeling that 15 in now my number. It's my new age, you know? Okay, probably not, but what the heck! Anyway, my birthday has been great so far, with hot chocolate and donuts this morning, a happy day at school (school on my birthday?! WEIRD!!!), a picnic in the park (a park with -gasp, dare I say it?- GREEN grass! And then I went home and played with my new "toys"-Earphones and a movie, and now I'm just sitting here blogging, waiting for dinner and almost impatient for an evening of more happyness (yes, it's supposed to be spelled that way when using it in the sense that I'm using it in. I could/would say happyish, but to enhance the "-ish", we must therefore add "-ness", but I don't mean happiness as in filled with happy things. But rather, filled with me being happy. Hence, the "-yness". Though you won't find this term, or any other grammatical term that refers to this, and your English teacher will ask you if you're smoking something if you ask her this, it is indeed a part of my vocabulary, and since it's my birthday...) and joy. Thanks to everybody for the great gifts!

luv from me, your officially 15 blogger,

Katy

TOMORROW!!!

I'm so...excited? Happy? Thrilled? Energized? Glad? Joyful? I think the best word to describe my feeling on turning 15 (TOMORROW!) is eager. I'm eager to start a new year-and I think the New Year really begins for each of us afresh on our birthdays. I always like to start on a new drawing with a fresh, clean piece of paper. I like to start new, to start fresh, again, once more...with a clean slate. A fresh surface. A new start. Every birthday is, for me, a new beginning. It's a chance to not exactly start over, or right past wrongs, but more to have another chance of doing right this time. I've learned so many lessons in this past year. And boy has it been a year to remember! I participated in a discipleship program at my church, along with MOPS, and I really learned a ton through both of those. I started HomeLink last year, and I took Entrepreneurs and American Sign Language (ASL) and I can't believe how much I learned from those two classes either! And then I moved. And it's been a whirlwind of activity. Meeting billions of people (okay, mabe not billions), enduring the stifling summer heat of Winnemucca, reading a whole another loooong list of books, taking trips to Reno, moving into our house, painting, driving, mowing, chaos, arguments, crying, screaming, organizing, finally starting school, homework, and now...What next? What does the future hold for me? To be honest, I don't know. But in reality, there is no future, only the present and the past. We're living the future right now. But if we're living the future, it has become the present. I've learned a myriad of new things this year. I few of them might be...

• If a child is holding a cookie, don't even attempt to take it from them
• How to change a diaper
• That good food makes people happy
• Plenty about ASL vocabulary and grammar structure
• The fundamentals of advirtising, though not how to spell it
• That God works not just in mysterious ways, but humorous ones as well
• I like my hair short
• Hair straighteners can be bought for only $7.00
• Wal-Mart has incredibly low prices...
• ...but you get what you pay for
• When shining shoes, and putting on blackening to shine up the edge of the soles, never hold the shoe upside down
• War of the Worlds, The Island, The Brothers Grimm, Charlie and the Choc. Factory and Just like Heaven are exceedingly good movies, though for different reasons
• Water that is more than 3 days old tastes disgusting
• No matter how many times I try tomatoes (DAD) I'm not going to like them
• My dad doesn't think that it's even possible to have enough stuff to talk about in order to be on the phone for more than an hour
• My dad has no idea how much stuff me and Lace have to talk about, because he only hears less that .002% of what I talk about with her.
• My dad doesn't understand that girls have many things to talk about, most of them none of his business
• That old show, All In the Family is actually kinda funny, even if slightly cheesy
• 90's movie previews are mind-bogglingly dumb
• Hilary Duff may have a good voice, but she can't act
• Return of the King was amazing, and I can't believe the LOTR trilogy is over
• I'm dying to see Peter Jackson's King Kong and I really hope he makes the Hobbit
• Revnge of the Sith wasn't a quality movie, but I guess George Lucas did his best
• That I'm very glad that George Lucas finally figured out the JarJar is a dumb character and needed to be removed from the Star Wars films
• Eldest, Year of Wonders, The Man in the Iron Mask, Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, When the Legends Die, and The Thief (to name just a few) are very good books
• On Walden Pond is a really hard book to read in which the author rambles about all kinds of things and makes no sense, and I'm not going to try to read it again till...later
• Apparently philosophers feel the need to make their philosophical discoveries really hard to read
• Despite what I may thing, indenting paragraphs is indeed important
• HTML is fun to learn and to use
• I can make cool websites by typing in weird codes that mostly make sense (sort of)
• Geometry is really, really boring
• It's really annoying to sit in front of people who sit and brag about how they're a senior and they failed this class last year, and they have to take it again so that they don't fail the proficiency test-again.
• Officer Dawson is nice, and he just took his tazer test
• When you get certified to use a tazer, you must get tazered yourself
• I like my teachers, Mrs. Nachiondo and Mr. Espinola
• Mrs. Knight is nice too, and she reminds me of my mom
• How to spell the word nonantidisestablishmentarianism
• And more...

But that'll have to wait till next time. So long readers!

Your ever-so-much-wiser-from-this-past-year's-lessons blogger,

Katy

The Flubber Fiasco

You just can't keep a good toy down.

Flub-ber (n.): From the term flying rubber. A vicious, gooey green blog that defies the laws of physics and makes basketball players bounce and cars fly.
So much for definitions.
Now, I'm sure thatt you have probably seen one of the Flubber movies. This stuff was first "invented" by Fred MacMurray in the film The Absent Minded Professor way back in March 1961. (Was this around the time that dinosaurs roamed the earth?) The movie made Disney so much money that it decided to make a sequel: Son of Flubber in 1963. And, not to let a good thing die, Disney released Flubber in 1997, a remake starring Robin Williams.
All good movies today have tons of product tie-ins. Remember the merchandising onslaught of The Lion King? Lion King dolls. Lion King drinking glasses. Lion King clothing. Lion King stickers. Lion King...well, you get the idea.
Of course, the latest incarnation of Flubber was not exception to this marketing blitz. Flubber seemed to be everywhere at just about the time Disney geared up to release its latest incarnation of the rubbery substance.
What few people know, however, is that there was a somewhat less successful tie-in attempted when Son of Flubber was released back in 1963. In fact, it may possibly be one of the most bizarre stories in all of toy history.
The product, of course, was named Flubber, and it was marketed by a toy manufacturer known as Hassenfield Brothers (better known today as Hasbro). This particular formulation of Flubber was a mixture of rubber and mineral oil and had properties similar to that of Silly Putty. In other words, it bouced like a ball and could make comic imprints.
The product was introduced in September 1962 and Hasbro sold millions of units. The company advertised that "Flubber is a new patent-approved material that is nontoxic and will not stain." But then, reports started to come back that some children were developing full-body rashes an sore throats from the product. The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) began investigating the product to see if these claims were true.
The bigwigs at Hasbro were mystified. The product was supposed to be harmless and had passed all of their safety tests.
In March 1963, a Kansas woman filed a $104,000 lawsuit against Hasbro, claiming that the Flubber had caused rashes so severe that both she and her three-year-old son required hospital care.
Th company decided to retest the product. Instead of testing it on kids, Hasbro ended up using prisoners who volunteered to be guinea pigs. One prisoner developed a rash on his head. Why he was rubbing the Flubber on his head, one will never know, but it seems that the Flubber could irritate the hair follicles in a very small percentage of the human population.
What to do? What to do?
By may, over 1,600 complaints had been received (although some were for similar products made by other companies). Hasbro had no choice but to issue a voluntary recall. About 3 million Flubber balls were returned to the company. Then came the big question: Just what do you do with a huge mass of rejected Flubber?
The obvious answer was to incinerate it. This seemed like a good idea until a huge black cloud formed and blocked out the sun. While the Flubber bounced, it was clear that it shouldn't be burned. Hasbro had a big mess on its hands.
And back to Hasbro the Flubber went...
It was decided that the balls should be trucked off and given a proper burial in the city dump. This also seemed like a good idea until Hasbro received a call from city officials that kids were breaking into the dump and stealing it.

And back to Hasbro the Flubber went...

Habro's next step was to do something that would be highly illegal today. The company decided to dump the bals into a large northern New England lake. Workers drove to the secluded lake and started to dump case after case of Flubber into the water. They quickly learned that Flubber floats. Two fishin schooners were rented and it took four days of "fishing" to catch the setimated 50,000 Flubber balls.

And back to Hasbro the Flubber went...

Hasbro's next solution was to bury the stuff in its own backyard. The process was very simple: (1) Dig a big hole. (2) Pour in truckload of Flubber. (3) Cover that with a truckload of sand. (4) Squashi it all down with a steamroller. (5) Repeat steps 1 to 4 until all of the Flubber is buried. The Flubber burial ground was the paved over and made into a corporate parking lot.

One would guess that this was the end of the Flubber fiasco, but it was not.

Fast-forward forty years or so to the present. Hasbro employees claim that on a hot summer day, the Flubber actually oozes up through the cracks in the parking lot pavement. Probably just their imagination, but then this stuff did seem to take on a life of its own.

Useless? Useful? I'll leave that for you to decide.

This story is used with permission by Mr. Steve Silverman. It is an excerpt from his book of fantastical true stories called, Lindbergh's Artificial Heart. Hope you enjoy this and future stories!

The LAST Friday

Look! Me!

Oh my gosh, guess what?! I just realized this. ... . I...am going to be...15...in 3 DAYS!!!!! Oh my gosh! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! AND I get to hang out on the weekend and just savor the passing of my last days as a fift-I mean fourteen year old. Okay...I just thought I'd let you guys know (you guys being anyone who is now reading this) That this is the LAST Friday...that I will ever...be 15. Sorry--14. *sigh* Okay, now I'm leaving you, and I'm taking my monkey. (Sorry...Inside joke)

Your inside jokester and blogger who is almost fifteen,

Katy

The Peshtigo Fire

Because of Hurricane Katrina, and the approaching hurricane, Rita, I decided that this story might be appropriate. I pray that even though I'm sure New Orleans needs tons of help, I pray that we aren't forgetting the other places who got hit bad by Hurricane Katrina. Now, on with the second story from Steve Silverman's book, Lindbergh's Artificial Heart

You've never heard of the Peshtigo Fire because a cow stole the spotlight! You know exactly which cow I am talking about. Mrs. O'Leary's cow. That darn cow that supposedly kicked over the lantern and burned Chicago to the ground. There is no real proof that the cow actually did it, but in our minds she will always be guilty of the crime. That October 8, 1871, fire destroyed some 17,500 buildings, and caused an estimated $200 million in property damage. Approximately 300 people were killed and tens of thousands were left homeless.
Yet, on that very day of the Chicago disaster, another fire erupted that killed many more people, and consumed 500 times more acreage. You have probably never heard of this fire, so you must be wondering where it occurred. Was it China, Africa, or Australia? No, it was right here in the United States, just 220 miles north of Chicago, in Peshtigo, Wisconsin. And, because of the attention placed by the history books on that clumsy cow, the worst fire in American history, at least in terms of loss of life, is basically forgotten today.
At the time, Peshtigo was a booming lumber town. Approximately 2,000 people lived in Peshtigo and more than 300 worked in it's woodenfares factory producing tubs, buckets, and the like.
The spring and summer of 1871 were particularly dry through-out the entire northern frontier. Rainfall was considerably below the norm, and a strong southwesterly wind produced increased evaporation. Swamps and wells dried up and the grass was like tinder. In other words, the weather was ripe for a great fire.
Small fires had been popping up in the region for many weeks. On the evening of October 8, things in Peshtigo took a very bad turn. A tornado of fire sprang up from nowhere. Its accompanying hurricane-force winds toppled chimneys and tore the roofs right of homes and businesses. Flames shot up above the tallest trees. Cinders and sparks flew in all directions. The inferno of hot air, filled with sand, ash, smoke, and dust, was not fit to breathe.
Panic ensued. Men, women, children, and animals, all fled for their lives. But there was no place to go. The flames were everywhere. Hundreds of people crowded into the Peshtigo River, but the air above it seemed to be on fire. Others attempted to cross the wooden bridge to the other side of the river, only to discover that the people on the other side had the same idea in mind. Some people sought shelter down the shafts of their dried-out wells.
Within one hour, the town of Peshtigo was gone, and so was a large portion of its population. Some of its citizens had been trampled to death. It was reported that a number of people just burst into flames from the heat while on their way to the river. Others on the bridge died when it caught fire and collapsed into the river below. Those that sought shelter in the water were forced to stay there for five to six hours. Even with all the heat of the fire, many died from exposure to the cold river water. Many others were crippled for life.
To this day, no one really knows what the final death toll was. Too many bodies were reduced to ashes, and entire families were wiped out. It has been estimated that some 1,200 to 1,500 people lost their lives to the inferno. Two-thirds were from Peshtigo itself, and the remainder from its surrounding areas. Only 383 of the bodies were ever positively identified. One mass grave in Peshtigo contains the bodies of an estimated 350 victims.
Over 1 million acres of land were burned before the flames died down. The material damage was estimated to be in the millions of dollars. It was later reported that 27 schoolhouses, 9 churches, 959 homes, 1,028 barns and stables, and numerous farm animals were obliterated along the fire's entire path. Railroad magnate William Ogden, owner of Peshtigo's woodenwares plant, lost over $3 million between the Peshtigo and Chicago fires. The frame of only one building, which had been under construction at the time, actually survived the fire. It was scorched, but the high moisture content of its green wood prevented it from igniting.
Since everything was burned to the ground, news of the fire and its great death toll was slow to reach the outside world. Even when it did, the Great Chicago Fire had already captured the attention of the rest of the U.S. population. Little relief came in, and the governor of Wisconsin was forced to issue a proclamation that basically begged for some of the aid to be diverted from Chicago to the victims of the Peshtigo disaster. Eventually, some assistance did come, but it was nothing compared to what Chicago received.
Today, little is remembered about the greatest tragedy of its kind in U.S. history. It is barely mentioned in literature and little real evidence of it actually exists. A local museum has some charred wood, a metal pie plate, and a few singed Bibles, but that's about it.
If only that cow had not stolen the spotlight...

To visit the Peshtigo Times' website, click here

The Horrors of DHMO

There is a tendency for those that are famous or have a large following to use their position as a pulpit. I don't claim to move in the same league as those people, but with the high readership of my Web site, it would be remiss of me not to bring to your aattention one of the scariest chemicals that I have ever come across.
This particular compound is known as dihydrogen monoxide, or DHMO for short. DHMO does occur naturally, but man has managed to produce large amounts of it as a by-product of our modern industrialized society. As a major component of acid rain, scientists believe that DHMO has managed to infiltrate every stream, lake, and ocean worldwide.
DHMO is a colorless, odorless, and tasteless chemical that is responsible for the deaths of thousands of people each year. Accidental inhalation is a leading cause of death due to DHMO. Prolonged exposure to it can produce serious tissue damage. Many people each year suffer from serious burns because of contact with DHMO. Current research has found DHMO in the tumors of cancer patients.
Mankind uses DHMO in many ways. It is a major ingredient in industrial solvents and coolants, is needed for the production of Styrofoam, is used as a fire retardent, and is widely used to distribute pesticides. In fact, DHMO is a component of a number of caustic, explosive, and poisonous compounds.
Scared yet? It only gets worse...
DHMO has even found its way into our food and our drinking water. Dairy farmers feed it to their cows in massive quantities to increase milk production. As a result, nearly every gallon of milk available in the supermarket today contains DHMO, although a handful of companies are now manufacturing DHMO-free milk. Research has shown that DHMO is an excellent preservative of vegetables, and it is widely used in supermarket produce sections. DHMO is also an additive in many shampoos, shaving creams, and bathroom cleansers.
I have been telling my student about DHMO for years, and they have always reacted with horror. That is why I have decided that it is important to let you know. But there is something that you can do to help. Write to your elected representatives and let them know that you want DHMO banned. Let them know about your concerns. Mail them letters of protest; sign petitions; get your community involved. There is a lot that you can do before it is too late.
But wait! Think carefully before you leap. As I mentioned earlier, DHMO is short for dihydrogen monoxide. That is two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom combined into a molecule. Does that sound remotely familiar? Have you ever heard of water?

This is an excerpt from Steve Silverman's second book, Lindbergh's Artificial Heart. To read more of these stories, visit his website at: http://home.nycap.rr.com/useless/ More stories to come!

Party at my Blog!

Me is excited, cuz me is having blog party today! Me is just waiting for peoples to show up. Oh-me should tell you that having a blog party makes me talk in caveman speech. (ug ug.) Okay, now me have blog party!
Ooh, doorbell is ringing! Me wonder who is here?
Me open door
Lacey: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeE!!
Me: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Lacey: Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: HIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeee me happy to see you!
Lacey: Me too!
Me: Hey, who all these peoples you gots here?
Lacey: Oh! These is my peoples! You sure you want to know all their names, cuz it really long list.
Me: Tell me!
Lacey: Okay, I tell you. This is Andwoo, Packwacky, Kalli, Shawna, Nichole, Megan, Keshia, Andrea, Justin, Jeremy, other Jeremy, Emily, Alisa, Tiffany, Krista, Ashleigh, Ashley, Byron, Tiggs who is actually a cat, Static, (also a cat), Turtle Wexler, Mal, Creepy Stalker Peoples, Joey, David, other David, Caleb, and some other random people who only came to annoy me.
Me: Hi peoples!
Lacey: Peoples, say hi!
Lacey's Peoples: HHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Okay, please stop trying to spit on me now. Hey peoples, meet my peoples!
Lacey: Who are your peoples?
Me: My peoples is mostly peoples I don't know that gud, but that's okay. They is Elizabeth, Keira, Esmerelda, Karl-He's-So-Hot, Trevor, Viggo, Miranda, Liv, Cole, Beatrice, Lydia, Jay, Johnny, Darin, Aimee, Jason, Jaime, Adrianne, other Jaime, cheerleader person, and Yeah.
Lacey: Yeah?
Me: Yeah is my invisible friend who follows me everywhere and when other people like Cole or Jamie, or somebody ignore me tells me that I'm nice and that Yeah still likes me.
Lacey: Oh. Okay!
doorbell rings again
Me: YAY! More peoples!
Lace: YAY! More Peoples!
me open door...me see mooms there.
Me: Hey! Mooms!
Mooms: Yo! Katy!
Me: Hellooo!
Mooms: So I vas just valking down ze street vone day, and zis man, he come up to me and he say, "Do you vant to be a soopearmowdel?" And I say, "Wei" and so here I am in New York, on ze cover of Vogue.
Me: Um...Moo?
Mooms: Huh? Oh, sorry. Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Okaaaay. That weird.
Mooms: These my people! These is Kat, Toby, Carrie, Bre, Sarah, other Sarah, Punpkin, Orlando Bloom, Bwucey, Wumer, Nikkie, Kirstie, Cookie, and Johnny-boo!
Me: Hi Peoples!
Lacey's Peoples: Hi Peoples!
My Peoples: Hi other Peoples!
Moom's Peoples: Hi!
Me: YAY! We all here now! Let's have party!
All Peoples: YAAAAY! Party!
Me: Hey, who's that?
Lace: Hey! What you guys doing here, Nads, Heatherweather, Mom, and Two-Headed-Monkey-Who-Only-Has-One-Head-Now?
Other Peoples: We here to annoy you! Hi!
Me: Hi!
All Peoples: Hi!
Lace: Whateva, you stay there.
Other Peoples: Okay!
We go inside to have party. Doorbell rings again!
Me: More Peoples?! YAY!
me open door. Petah there with his peoples.
Me: Hey, me bwo Petah!
Petah: Hey all you peoples, me has brought more peoples! YAY!
Me: YAY! Who are peoples?
Petah: You alweady know dem!
Me: Yes, but other people no know them!
Petah: Oh. Okay, my peoples is Sammo Whammo, Tyler, John, Justin, Jeff, Wilkes, Keith, Kevin, Taylor, Stephanie, Becky, Sarah, Rachel, other Rachel, Jenny, Katie, other Kevin, Ledi, Erin, Loraina, and Mindy!
Me: Hello!
All Peoples: Hello!
Suddenly my other brother shows up with his people!
Bardypoo: Helloo!
Me: Hello!
Everyone: Hi!
Lace: Hi!
Mooms: Hi!
Petah: Hi!
Other random peoples who are here for no apparent reason: Hi!
Me: Hey Bard, who is your peoples?
Bardypoo: Well this is Kirsten, Tom, Ben, Jack, Daniel, and other roommate peoples. Oh! And Robbie, who loans me Smallville.
Me: YAY! MORE PEOPLE!!!
doorbell rings AGAIN! Me answer door. lots of random people I don't know are there.
Me: Umm...Hi?
random Peoples: Hello! We here for your blog party! You said we could come!
Me: Oh, right! Hi!
Everyone including Lace, Mooms, Petah, Bardypoo, Other Peoples: HI!
YAY! Now we finally get to have a party!
we stay up until 5am watching all LOTR movies and then we play scattergories and blindsman bluff, and then we run around my neighborhood screaming just for fun. We eat lots of candy, popcorn, and yummy stuff, and soda, but none of us feels woozy or throws up, and we don't get any cavities (YAY!). By the way, all the boys went home at 10pm, cuz they said they had to go to a party at Bates's. So we girls stay up way late talking about girl stuff. Finally, exhausted, we all go home and sleep. Party over, who's next?

Beauty From Pain by Superchic[k]

The lights go out all around me
Onle last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive
But I feel like I've died

And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams runl ike sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away

Chorus:
After all this has passed I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from my pain
You will bring beauty from my pain

My whole world is the pain inside me
The best I can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory
I wonder why God lets me walk through this place

Chorus

And though I can't understand why this happened
I know that I will when I look back someday
I see how you brought
Beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames

Chorus

Here I am at the end of me
Trying to hold to what I can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to your promise there will be a dawn

Chorus

Happy Birthday to Me!

I can't believe I'm turning 15 on September 26th! I mean, it's just weird! What's also weird is that I already feel 15, and I keep thinking that I'm turning 16. I can't wait till I can get my permit and learn to drive in March! On Saturday, I met another one of our new neighbors, and when she asked how old I was, I said I was 15. Then I had to correct myself and tell her that I was actually 14, but I was turning 15 on the 26th. I didn't even think about it, it just popped out. It was strange. So anybody out there who wants to buy me a birthday present should know that I really really really really really want The Fellowship of the Ring, the 4-disc Special Edition. And of course Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Hidalgo. And since I know that it's not just NICE people like me or elastagirl or shortchikk who surf blogs, I'm NOT giving out my address online, so my apologies to all of the weird, scary people out there who want to stalk me. If someone was actually visiting my blog because I told them about it, then they'd probably already know my address anyway. And if there's any stalkers who are already stalking me, then I'm sure they already knwo my address by heart. If you don't know my address, which is highly unlikely, then email me, and if you don't know my email which would be even more unlikely, then leave a comment on my blog, and maaaaybe I'll tell you if you can somehow prove that you're not some stalker person, and that you actually know me. Aaaanyway...I should mention that I love Superchic[k], and I already have their remix cd, Last One Picked, and Beauty From Pain. Umm...I love books, and I love to read and write and draw. Well that's all for this birthday post, so...so long!

Your Almost-15 Blogger,

Katy

My Web Page

Want to know more about my favorite movies? Visit the site that I'm building for my Web Design class! It's all about my favorite movies! The URL is:

http://www.humboldt.k12.nv.us/respinola/studentpages/granathk/

Your LOTR loving blogger,

Katy

My Big Fat Mouth

Your favorite blogger is back-finally! To give you a new update as to what the heck is going on in my life! Since moving to Winnemucca, my relationship with my parents has basically gone downhill. I'm kind of upset about it, because our relationship was just starting to really be a little more smooth. Now we're in the rocky stage all over again. After a bad fight, or something, I don't even really remember, I just decided to go to the Word about this. I was remembering that James says something about the tongue, and since that's my biggest problem, not being able to keep my big, fat mouth shut, I turned to James chapter 3. And I was really struck by what James 3:8-10 says. It says,

"But no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise God our Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. My brothers, this should not be."

The words, "This SHOULD NOT BE", echoed in my head. It was like God saying, "you're praising Me on Sundays, but then you go home and talk crap to your parents. They're my creations, I'm in them, and you're dissing them way too much. Cut it out, they don't need this right now." So things have been a little better since that encounter, but I'm still working on it. If anybody feels like they wanna pray for me, please, go ahead.

Your favorite blogger, who happens to have a very large, fat mouth,

Katy