WE GOT NEW FISH....So far we have 7 fish and a snail. Sunday I went to go clean out the fish tank and upon opening the lid there was a grusome discovery, FELLA WAS DEAD!! Poor little fish, I hope he's in fishy heaven these days. SO we got a new fella last night and lots of other fella's to go along with our black molly "Guy." Guy freaked out upon discovering he had friends. Before it was just the Black Molly, Dalmation Molly and this cool Glass Fish. So he was not to keen on welcoming new strangers to his already claimed tank. He's a little territorial, but he'll get over it. The Glass fish is taking the transition well, and I'm proud of him. Brooke is really excited because she also got a "NEW" Vintage car to go in our Vintage fish tank. It started out with one VW Beetle and I think this is an old Ford Model T!! It's very cute and the fish don't really know what to think about all this yet. Our new dalmation molly is pretty small and our Black molly was apparently that size when we got him, except he grew up really fast. They are cute though and I'm especially happy about my new purchases.
On another note, Brooke and I had a good "Girls Evening Out" last night. I picked her up from daycare and as everyday she was so excited to see me and screamed, "My Mommy's here!!" Then she runs around screaming it!! She's happy most of the time and then sometimes we have our days. We went and had my tires rotated, went to HEB and bought Pull-ups, then went and ate at Chik-fil-A and we didn't even have to play on the playground, and then we went to Petsmart to get our fish. We had a good time and for the most part she was well behaved. I was really excited to get to spend that kind of time with her. It makes me feel a little better about being a parent and going to school to make OUR lives better, but mainly hers. We have been through financial difficulties and she doesn't even know it, but one day she will, and I want much better for her. I look at the little Miracle in my bed every morning and think about what a precious gift God has given to me and what an honor is it to be a mother!! I love that little girl, so much!! Therefore when Fella died I wanted to get her more fish to love and care for!!
Anyway, enough of my sad little, mushy story!!!
Monday, January 29, 2007
Yes, dear friends I'm speaking out about something. I am a PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals). I have decided to boycott many things, if this includes the one thing that I love to attend and that is the rodeo. I took Brooke to the circus last year, and I told myself I would NEVER do it again, and she wasn't allowed to go with anyone. I hate the way they treat the animals, it was really disturbing. I'm not saying that they were cruel but they are kept cooped up until show time and like the elephants were just stabbed with a little "control stick" when they weren't out of control. Irritating. Showcase women, children, men, but not the animals. I watched a Pink video where she spoke out about buying Australian Wool. Ladies and Gentlemen watch it at your own risk. Small children should not watch this as its very disturbing.
*I DECIDED NOT TO POST THE VIDEO AS SOME CHILDREN MAY SEE IT AND IT STARTS UP IMMEDIATLY. HOWEVER, GO CHECK OUT HTTP://WWW.PETA2.COM FOR MORE INFORMATION. THEY ARE COUNTING ON YOU*
There are more things, so go check them out and think about what those animals suffer. FOr me there are possibly no more stockshows, meat eating, rodeos, circus', or anything animal related. I'm standing up for the animals!!!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
AND LOTS OF IT!!! WOohooo!! Here are some pictures that I took last night. I will post the one's from today and this morning probably later on this evening or tomorrow. They have cancelled class for MC so out of the 3 classes I am taking, I've only been to one. WOOHOO...until next week I guess. It's not supposed to get any better after today. We'll see if the weather man is right or wrong. I guess you could say that my dad is Information Central to our family and many others. He watches the news at like 6 in the morning...GO DAD!!
Anyway, he loves us and he gave me a call to make sure that I had made it alright this morning, and indeed I had. Although, on my way you could tell where several people had made not so pleasant exits off the road. There was a mustang that was going west and apparently he slid and ended up quite a ways up in the mesquite trees of a pasture, which is a ways off the road!!! Anyway, here are some pictures.
Sorry, won't let me creat a slideshow, but go check them out anyway!!!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, and I decided to pay him tribute. I was not raised racist and I will not raise my daughter that way either. I strongly believe that we should accept EVERYONE regardless of skin color or accent. I thought that the best tribute to him would be his own, the words he gave us 40 years ago. They are better than anything I could ever write. Thank you Martin Luther King, Jr. for the things that you have envisioned some have come true today.
"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
So 2007 has finally arrived, and I haven't thought of any New Years Resolutions...I'm not good at keeping them anyway. I didn't do anything, I just sat at home twiddling my thumbs, however, my sister and I had a good time spending money on Sunday!!! It was great!!! My mom, dad, and Brooke went to see my oldest sister Tuesdie on Saturday and that was fun. I haven't seen the girls in a long time, and the newest little member Preslee is just as cute as can be. I'll have to post pictures!!! Anyway, we drove back home Saturday night and slept in for a long time on Sunday!! WOOHOO!! Then we got up and got ready to go to town and meet with Celeste and went shopping. Yesterday Celeste and the kids came over and that was fun. Anyway, my best friend Megan has moved to Amarillo now and she's gone not forever, but hopefully temporarily. I'm happy that she's moving on to another step in her life, and seeing her happy makes me happy. I didn't get to see her yesterday before her and Danny left, however I wish you guys luck and I love you both very much. Anyway, better get to work.