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OH MY GOODNESS, I am so dense sometimes.I didn’t put two and two together until I was telling Becky and Lisa who we were hosting…and it IS James and Johanna!!! Ash, you’re on it. This is just SO funny.

Anyhow, that’s all I have for now, so maybe an edit/update later…

EDIT/UPDATE…
Okay, so you wanna know what I did today? I actually had a worthwhile day. For a loser like me anyway. Anyhow. I woke up this morning to this huge thunderclap that sounded like the world was ending… no lie. My dad has an aluminum boat against the west side of the house, and lighning likes to hit it. So I got up, though it was a bit early, and moved back down to the bottom bunk. Woke up, cleaned till noon, then went over to Lisa’s and finished my “surprise” skirt for camp. My goodness, it’s awesome. But it’s a surprise… shhh…

Came back, gooped around for a while, went to Walmart with Mom and Tegan to get fabric for Teg’s skirt. Which is… well, very Tegan-ish. Came back home, had dinner, yadda yadda, and then after the kids went to bed I actually put together and sewed a pair of flannel pajama pants for Tegan. With Lisa nowhere in sight. All by my lonesome, and they actually look like pants.

This is a lame entry, methinks, but I’m about to get off and head to bed… seeing as how, at this point, it’s tomorrow.

Which means five days till camp on BOTH calendars.

Over and out.

New layout and no, I didn’t make it. I’m going to make one similar, though, so don’t yell at me for bugging anyone’s eyes!!

I haven’t really updated in so long, and life is actually… happening! I am officially a high school graduate now… it’s all on paper and I just spent thirteen years of my life to hold this one piece of paper in my hand. It’s absolutely amazing. But I truly do have friends who love me… friends who go out of their way to throw a surprise graduation/ late birthday party for me and friends who call people to get an announcement in the bulletin.

So I’m really, really happy right now.

Of course, it does help that there’s less than two weeks until camp Yeshua! There’s so many people that I can’t wait to meet, to re-meet, to see after such a long time… and there are people that I’m not in a particularly big rush to see… … but everything will work out if it’s meant to, and I think camp will, once again, be a WONDERFUL experience!

Real update later, I promise. I’m such a slack-off.

I’m beginning to learn that growing up can really be tough. You’re a kid and everything is so simple… you love your parents, your parents love you, and the biggest trial in your life is that you can’t go out and play as long as you really want to. And then you get to be about fifteen and you’re really a teenager… thinking that you’re falling in love or thinking that you’re really too old for all of this nonsense… when in both counts you’re really not.

And then you’re eighteen with younger kids at home… and you’re getting more and more responsibilities. Your parents lean on you a little more to  help bring up the preschoolers, but when you act on your resposibility, “you’re not the parent.” It’s a total and complete time of limbo… too old to really be  a teenager and run around being stupid, but too young to really fit in with the adult crowd. Too old to be worried about the daily life of  high school, but too young to be a true college student.

You already realized that your parents weren’t perfect… that one shocking day when you’re getting to almost be a teenager and you realize that your parents aren’t exactly God and sometimes they do things wrong or just not right… but as you’re starting to enter their world you realize that there are a lot of things your parents do that you don’t agree with. But since you’re in limbo, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it. Too old to sit there, mindlessly agreeing, but too young to truly do something about it.

And there’s certain rules that were made when you were a rebellious young teenager that maybe no longer apply, but nobody is making a move to abolish them. Yes, it made sense when your father said no to makeup at eleven, but maybe now that you’re eighteen you think you’re old enough to handle it. And now that you are eighteen, you have no clue what to do with it,  because there really is more important stuff to worry about right now.

Like how all of a sudden you’re being thrust into this adult world you’ve been existing in but never really a part of… you have to make lifelong decisions all of a sudden and your parents expect you to take full responsibility and act on your own initiative and be totally prepared for life in general, but yet they still treat you as a child and make these insane rules and are still generally controlling… eighteen in a time of limbo.

And all of the stupid things start piling up… like how they want you to strike out on your own and have a job, a liscense, and a car, but yet they’re too busy to take me driving or to take me somewhere to pick up job applications.

I love my parents, don’t get me wrong, but when something stupid crops up, like the fact that I truly want to be able to be friends with and help the only daughter of a family we’re practically having a feud with… I just want to scream.