Saturday, September 27, 2008

It's our anniversary!

About, anyways. My tummy ache and I have been together for a whole year! :D *fake happiness* Woo-hoo! It was about this time last year when I got my first tummy ache in this series...or mess...or saga. I call it "Episode 3: Return of the Pain!" :P Last year, between the 21 and the 28, we went to Little Cesar's pizza, and I got my first tummy ache...the beginning of Episode 1...Oh well, at least I'm not moping! I want flowers and get well cards to celebrate, cause if you have a year long tummy ache, you don't get "Get Well Soon!" cards, or flowers. If you have surgery or something like that, you get that stuff. IT'S NOT FAIR! *whines* :P *sigh* Well, I'm off...

Thursday, September 25, 2008

*cue whiney voice here*

My teacher is so mean! I was supposed to write this assignment for Grammar class, and she gave me a B!! MINUS! *sniffle* And she said one of my sentences was CRAPPY! *sobs* Her exact word! *sniffle* she's so mean! She didn't even have any sympathy when I produced (semi) real tears! (okay, so they were totally fake...) WAAAAH! *glares at mother--I mean teacher) So mean. JUST BECAUSE I WROTE A BOOK DOESN'T MEAN EVERYTHING I WRITE IS GONNA BE PERFECT!

*Note this message was totally sarcastic*

Monday, September 15, 2008

Well, that's all, folks...

According to the doctors, I'm crazy. But you all already knew that. :P Seriously though, we've hit a dead end. No more. Nothing else we can do. My stomach ache will forever remain a mystery. They have found nothing medically wrong with me, but I think--no, I KNOW that it's NOT in my head. If it was, I'd have a tummy ache all the time, or whenever I thought about the thing that I was depressed or whatever about. But I get a stomach ache WHEN I EAT and AFTER I EAT. So that wouldn't make sense. That, and I think there's a girl with the same thing I have. I have to get more info before I know for sure, but I'm pretty sure that we have the same thing. *sigh* You know what, you'd think I'd feel worse than that, but I don't. I know that there's a plan for my life, and I know I'm not crazy. I know God's gonna help me. I know He'll help all of you too. Prayin'.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Dear Heavenly Father,

Please help the families of all those people who were in the World Trade Towers and didn't get out. Please, Lord, help them. Give them courage, and help give them a shoulder to cry on, because You know they'll need it. Lord, help our troops, our President, and help America to open her eyes to the tragedy of it all. Help us all to remember what we're fighting for. Please, Lord, help our troops, keep them safe. Lord, help my family this day, and my friends. Help Rae, VJ, D, Ali, and Xingu, and all the others that I didn't mention. You know them, you love them. And, Lord, please, please, please help the men, women, and children who lost loved ones that day.

In Your name I pray, Amen.

That's how my prayers go, today. Not exactly like that, but along those lines. I remember, vaguely, what happened. I remember that the towers fell while my mom watched news in the kitchen. It was Fox news. She watched. She looked at it, shocked, I guess, then I remember tears. I don't remember if I cried, I can't remember that. I remember that the news was on all day. I remember that Mom couldn't watch it all day, so she went to her spinning wheel and began to spin. She spun a lot of yarn that day, then knit it into a scarf later. She calls it her "9-11" scarf.

This morning, after I brushed my hair, I came out of the bathroom and looked up at the T.V., just in time to see the World Trade Towers coming down. It was a recorded video on the news. Replaying it. I felt my breath leave me. I sat down at the table and poured my cereal, trying not to cry. I might have, a little though. But I didn't let anyone see it. We left the house, right after three kids had said something about their dad who had died in the collapse of the Towers. The last words said were from the girl. "We love you, daddy." A tear slipped out.

Today, my friends, I take my hats off to those men and women who are serving our country. (Figuratively speaking) And finally, MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA!