tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36464644760795791572024-02-19T09:07:04.476-08:00Blue Denim Skirts and Red High HeelsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-25499437153834550542013-05-28T14:20:00.001-07:002013-05-28T14:20:53.032-07:00The End to the Beginning<span style="font-family: inherit;">Graduation
is coming up in only six days. I am graduating along with my friends
Frank, Glo, Kathleen, Abby, Maggie Q and lots of others. We all
can't believe that its all almost over and that we will be going
to college after the summer is over! The other day I told
Glo I didn't think I was ready yet. I'm pretty sure she said the
same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">The
most awesome thing so far was our Church's Graduation Mass
on Sunday. At the mass everyone graduating sat in the front row
in our cap and gowns. The best thing was that Fr. Tappe blessed us
with a special blessing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">That's
when it hit me: I'm really graduating! Graduation is the end of a
good era. I won't be in high school anymore. It's almost over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">On
the other hand, graduation is also the <i>beginning</i> of
a good era. After its over I am going to take the next big step
and go to college. I can't wait to go to college and meet
new people. I'm also looking forward to learning on
a higher level and beginning my ultrasound
technician program.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> In
my mind I was thinking oh no, I don't know if I'm ready or not.
However I'm looking forward to getting into college and taking the
next steps, too.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-50639282188211995612013-05-25T17:07:00.001-07:002013-05-25T17:07:20.838-07:00Saying Goodbye to our Beloved Dog<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Our
loving dog Judy past away in her sleep a few weeks ago.
We found her right before we all went to bed. My dad called her
name and called her name, but she wouldn't come. Then we saw her
sleeping on the floor by the chair, but she wasn't sleeping. I ran
over to our neighbor's house so she could help us see if Judy was
still alive. She looked at her and saw that she was gone.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">The
hardest part was calling Chris, because Judy had
been his dog! We all went to sleep. The next morning we went
and got Chris so he could see her before we buried Judy.
It was all very sad. We all couldn't believe that
she was dead. We all had a really hard time with the fact the
she wasn't going be around anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Judy
was the sweetest dog you could ever dream of. She was part of the
family. Usually, when we went on vacation, she would go with us.
She would always sleep with you when you were sick. Judy was like a
best friend to everyone in the family. She was a great dog who loved
everyone. There will never be a dog like Judy again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">R.I.P
Judy!</span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-48043891214741116162013-05-25T16:50:00.002-07:002013-05-25T16:50:54.093-07:00Overnight Success<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
picked my friend Nelly up Saturday morning to go get something to
eat, and then go to my Church's car wash. We had so much fun, we
even had a water fight! Then we had to stop because more cars came
and we needed to wash them, not each other. After the car wash we
took Nelly back to her house for a little bit. I had to clean my
room, but before I went to the store to get snack foods for the sleep
over. We went home and cleaned my room. I didn't know if
I was going to get it all done, but I did (with my Daddy's help). </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Mommy
wanted to go to the store real fast, so Dad and Mom and I went
to the store then picked Nelly up. We went back to the house, got
our snack foods, and went up to my room. We chilled, talked, made
jokes, and played with our Iphones. Nelly was singing for me as
well! We just had lots of fun but then we went to bed early. </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">In
the morning, we woke up and ate breakfast. We went to church
together. Then I went to youth group, and my Mom and Dad took Nelly
home. It was all so much fun!</span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-84626548084871136932013-05-25T15:42:00.001-07:002013-05-25T15:42:14.139-07:00Showing me the Light<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
had a really good talk with my Dad about love. A few mouths ago I
thought I was in love. But my Dad told me love is mutual; if it is
not mutual, it isn't love. I thought he loved me, but I was wrong!
So, if he didn't love me back it really wasn't love.
It may have </span><span style="color: black;"><i>felt</i></span><span style="color: black;">
like love, but it wasn't.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Its
hard for us to tell what's real and what's not. I'm 18 and I have no
clue what real love is like. I just know its not like in the movies,
like every girl hopes it is! It's more like your Mom and Dad's love
or like your friend's Mom and Dad. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">When
you see real love you, will just know. But I'm telling you its not
easy to know. When you think you're in love, its not always real. So
I think you should just start praying for that person to come into
your life and stop looking hard for it. I have learned that things
come when you don't look. It will all happen on God's
time, not ours.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-89806070092458559152013-05-25T15:10:00.002-07:002013-05-25T15:10:20.252-07:00I'm Taking the Steps<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">I'm
working hard to be the person I want to be. The person I have
dreamed of becoming! When I turned 18, I became the person I said
I would never be. I am ashamed of who I was! But now I will take
the steps to be the person I want to be.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">I
was the person who went the easy way, even if it was the bad way to
do things. But now I'm willing to take the hard and better way!
It isn't easy doing the right thing; people don't tell
you that. You have to find out on your own, but everyone knows that
its best to do the right thing. If you do the bad thing, you end up
being the person you were before and have to start all over again.
No one wants that; but it can become easier when you start being that
person you always wanted to be. For me it seems to be getting
easier day after day and I'm getting closer and closer to being that
person.</span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-42977595687131685102013-05-25T14:50:00.001-07:002013-05-25T14:50:42.860-07:00Bingo! Its a Dance! <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">My
youth group had a bingo night/dance. We are raising money for our
summer trip; we did the dance because you can only do so many car
washes before your ears get water logged. Also, most people would
rather go to a dance! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We
also played bingo for a while. When you think of bingo you think of
old people, but even teen's love bingo! Some people won cupcakes and
other sweet foods! Everyone had to make something sweet to take. I
made chocolate chip cookies; most of the time I would have make a
cake, but I forgot I had to bring something until the last minute. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">After
bingo we turned off the lights and turned on the music. At
first no one got up and danced, but then good songs came on so
everyone got up and danced. My favorite song was the Electric
Slide. Then after a lot of dancing, we all got food and drinks and
just chilled and talked. I talked with my friend Mark and his
friend Isabele. We talked about Mark's homework and where she goes
to school and how loud the music was! Then more good songs came on,
so we got up and danced some more. By then we were all comfortable;
in fact everyone was sad it was over.</span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-18403582200744041812013-05-25T14:36:00.001-07:002013-05-25T14:36:44.577-07:00All Dressed Up with Someplace to Go<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">It
finally happened! The thing that you wait 4 years for!! Your Senior
Semi-Formal!! I have dreamed about my Senior semi-formal for
years because I have older brothers and they told me about their's,
so I have been waiting for mine to come. And it did.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Before
it me and some of my girl friends got ready together. We did our
hair and nails and makeup all together. It was so much fun. Then
our parents took pictures together then went on in. We all
couldn't believe it was our last one. We got in and everyone
looked great in their dresses and suits. So we all talked for a bit,
then we sat down and started to eat our dinner. The food was pretty
good.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">After
we finished eating we had the no-talent talent show. As always, it
was very funny! Then after that we had the Senior awards. It was
awesome! i got the “Mary Poppins” award for all my
babysitting and for always having things on hand in my big bag when I
need them. Then some of us went to the after party and some went
home</span> .</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-24449442302444769072013-05-20T18:04:00.000-07:002013-05-20T18:04:03.275-07:00My First Trip to Ocean City<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">My
Mom, Dad and I all went to Ocean City for the first time a couple of
weekends ago. At first, I wanted to have the weekend with my friend
and not go! But then I got there! It was so pretty! At the hotel
where we were staying we had an ocean view. The ocean was right
outside our window. It was awesome!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We
got there on Friday, and we went into the indoor pool. It was
really nice and not too cold. Then my Dad and Mom went to a meeting
for our church. That was the main reason we were there; my Dad had
lots of meetings in Ocean City. But we came to have fun too. Then we
went down to the second floor to have some food. Then we got tired,
so we went to sleep. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">The
next morning I had plans to go hang out with two good friends from
CBA. It was great. I spent the day with them and their cool
family! We went and walked by the ocean. I got seashells and other
stuff. It was the best time I have had in a long time! Then we went
and got something to eat at a BBQ place; it was really yummy!
Afterwards we went back to their house and chilled for a bit, then
they took me back about 7. Then I went to talk to my Mom and Dad
about my day! I showed them pictures and my seashells. After that
we got ready to go down again to get something to eat. We just
chilled down there and had a good time until it was time for bed. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">The
next morning we woke up, got ready to go, then headed back home! It
was one of the nicest weekends I have had in a very long time.</span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-87984719609526029342013-05-20T17:38:00.001-07:002013-05-20T17:38:31.956-07:00Senior Year is Almost Over<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
can't believe my senior year is almost over. It seems like last
week I was a 7th grader coming into CBA for the first time. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
remember my very first day of CBA. I was scared; I didn't know
anyone, I didn't know what to do. I just went with nothing but a bag
and school supplies. But now I could tell you pretty much where all
the classes are and I have a great group of friends! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">CBA
was everything I could wish for. Everyone is like a big family!
Some of my favorite people to talk to are the 9th graders;
they are so sweet and they have so much they want to know about high
school! I know a lot now from being in CBA for 6 years. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">I
can't believe it's been 6 years and, that I'm starting collage this
coming year. I have big plans ahead of me, and can't wait to get
started. My time at CBA has been great. I've been blessed with so
many things! But CBA is sadly coming to an end for us Seniors. Its
going to be heartbreaking to leave CBA. Everyone falls in love
with CBA after being there awhile but everything comes to a end.
But its all good because my next step in life is going to happen with
college.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-38012737813297953122013-05-20T17:18:00.000-07:002013-05-20T17:18:08.427-07:00Why Matthew Why<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
finally saw the season finale of Downton Abbey. My parents had tried
to tell me how great the show was, but I didn't believe them. Boy,
was I wrong! It's great! But the third season finale! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Wow!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">It
was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. My favorite
character, Matthew died right after his baby boy was born!
How could they kill off the best person on
the show? It's because the dumb actor didn't want to be on
the show anymore! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">I'm
so mad that he left the show. I can't see why he wouldn't want
to be on one of the best shows out there. He was a big part of the
show, too, and so many people are so mad. They are
writing about how much they hate the actor for leaving the
show on the actor's Facebook page! Its got to be kind of bad, because
he shouldn't have left the show. If he just stayed, no one
would be mad at him, but he left! There isn't much more I can say
about it!</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-38976642420659102952013-05-20T16:57:00.000-07:002013-05-20T16:57:30.284-07:00Some People Rise, Some People Fall<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">A
friend and I went through the same thing. But what is different
about her and I is I rose and she just fell. Another thing that
makes us different is, I wanted to get better; she just sat there and
felt sorry for herself. I felt bad, but she didn't want help or want
to change! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">What
I want is to get better and move on with my life. I don't think she
will ever see that's what she needs to do. Sometimes I feel like
she is so blind to the help she could get! As for me, I'm getting all
the help I need! I just know there is so much more in her than she
is letting everyone see. She could be so great one day, but not if
she doesn't get better or do better.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Its
so sad to see someone not even try to help themselves. I tried to
help her but I couldn't. No one can. She doesn't want help. I
thought I could help her, but no! I was wrong! She said over and
over again that she needed help, but she won't get it.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">That
is why some of us get healthy again and some don't. You have to be
willing to see that you aren't doing well and get help. One day she
will see she should have gotten help when she needed it the most but
choose a different road--and not a good one, either.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-4925967627253291682013-05-15T17:22:00.000-07:002013-05-15T17:22:01.990-07:00What to Wear and What not to Wear.<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
go out to the store, and its hard to shop for decent clothes. What
the world wants you to wear is very different from what I would wear!
I like to look good without looking like a a bad person. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Some
of us don't want to show everything we have to the whole world. How
you dress shows what you are willing to give out, too. The girls who
wear the bad outfits are giving out way more then I'm willing to! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
like how I can wear nice stuff but still look good. I still wear lots
of dresses, but I just don't show everything off like some girls! I
believe that everyone should always look nice, even if you're just
going to the store. Sometime I know we are just too lazy to get
dressed up. I feel the same way sometimes. But we should look nice.
</span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">What
we wear sends a message. I would like my message to be a good one.
We all should want that! It takes a lot to look nice and show
yourself in your outfit. But its a good feeling when you can say I
dressed like me today. People can tell what kind of person you are
within your outfit. A lot of people wouldn't see it like this, but
this is my outlook. I think a lot of people should try to think like
this a little! I think a lot of people don't even think about what
they are wearing. But a lot of people don't even care if they look
good, but we should all try to look our best.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-76840941060938139822013-05-15T17:00:00.002-07:002013-05-15T17:00:41.092-07:00October Baby<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
saw this pro-life movie called </span><span style="color: black;"><i>October
Baby</i></span><span style="color: black;">.
It was so amazing and moving. Its about a girl who finds out she is
adopted. She goes to find her birth mother to find out why she was
given up. She finds out that she is a failed abortion! She had a
twin brother who came out with only one arm; he didn't make it more
then 3 weeks after they were born. All she waited to know is why she
wasn't with her birth mom, and she finds out all this painful stuff
from her past that she didn't know about.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">She
was mad at her mom and dad for not telling her that they were not her
birth mom and dad! They didn't tell her because it hurt too much to
talk about. It was just easier not to say anything at all. I get
both sides! I would want to know—well, I do know! But I get why
they didn't want to talk about it. Its hard because since it was a
failed abortion, she had lots of health problems. She finds out
when she is 18 when she passes out at a play.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">In
the end she got to see her birth mother. Her birth mother tells her
just to go! She went back 2 days later and left a note for her birth
mother telling her she forgave her. Her mom opened the note,
collapsed to the floor and started crying. I'm sure she felt bad for
what she did, and that's why she didn't want to see her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">It
was a really great movie. I think everyone should go see it! </span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-74200182224180217242013-03-20T17:23:00.002-07:002013-03-20T17:23:48.263-07:00You Never Know People!<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
did it again! I always make friends with people who need my help. I
think it's important to help people, but there is such a thing as
going too far. I always seem to do that. Then, I get taken
advantage of! And that's a bad thing! No one should take advantage
of anyone. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">They
always say they care about me so much. So I want to help them so
badly. Then, boom! Before I know it, they've taken advantage of
me! It happens again and again. I don't know why I make that kind
of person my friend, but i do! Maybe it is because I feel badly for
them and want to help them! I have been a bad place and just wanted
some help, but I couldn't ask for it! So I get closer to the people
that need my help. That's a bad thing because I still need help
myself. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Its
so important that you pick the right people to be your friends,
because there are lots of wrong ones who can make your life harder
than it has to be. So I think you need to get to know people before
you get to close to them. Its not healthy being close to those
people either! We all need good healthy friends.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-49747091051143468852013-03-20T16:59:00.000-07:002013-03-20T16:59:35.950-07:00Growing Up<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Every
18 year old wants to grow up and get out from under their parent's
wings. But when you get to the time when you have more freedom, some
people go overboard. They go out with the wrong guys, get tattoos,
drink, smoke and stuff like that. They do all the things their
parents told them not to do; as soon as they can, they want to, so
they do it all! Its a bad path to take, but some of us choose one of
them or all of them! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Becoming
an adult is hard; there is so much you can do when you are an adult.
You are just so tired of being told that you are just a kid and that
you don't know anything. So you go off on your own to see what the
world is like--not through your mom and dad's eyes, but through your
own. You see its hard being an adult too. No one ever said it was
easy because its not! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Becoming
an adult means making the right choices. The reason we are adults
and still in high school is because we still need someone to show us
how to be an adult. Most of us need help knowing the right way to
grow up. Its not like you say on your 18</span><span style="color: black;"><sup>th</sup></span><span style="color: black;">
birthday, “Hey, everybody, I'm a grown up! I'm just like you all!”
You turn 18 and then </span><span style="color: black;"><i>you
work on growing up</i></span><span style="color: black;">.
You learn how to make good choice by being able to say no to the bad
ones. It takes a lot of work, but you don't just want to sit around
and hope you will grow up any minute. It doesn't just happen.
Growing up is not easy but its worth it in the end.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-65823795981621062362013-03-10T12:53:00.001-07:002013-03-10T12:53:51.203-07:00What Kind of Friends Should You Have in Your Life?<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We
all need healthy people in our lives. They are the people that will
get us far. We want people that will help us, not put us back into
the dark place that we were in before. We need people that will be
there for us no matter what! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Most
of the time you have a few people that will only be there in the good
times. When the bad times come—boom, they are gone! You don't
want that kind of friend at all; they are no good for you. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">It
is good to have friends that are better than you are, because they
can shine the light into your darkness. That will help you find the
light in your own life. (There is a light in your life! It isn't
all bad!) </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">If
you have two unhealthy people together, things can only end badly.
They will get into stuff they shouldn't. When you have a healthy
friend to tell you, “Hey, Maggie, maybe you shouldn't do that,”
it helps a lot because it makes you rethink what you're about to do.
You say to yourself, “If my friend says I shouldn't, maybe they are
right.” Your good friends will only want the best for you! They
never want something bad to happen to you. What about a bad friend?
Chances are, they just won't care what happens to you. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We
should fill our lives with healthy people! They are better for us in
the long run.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-27488502717296058582013-03-04T17:30:00.000-08:002013-03-04T17:30:44.163-08:00Family and Friends<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">My
family and friends are the ones who will be there no matter what I
did to push them away. I was having a hard time. But instead of
reaching to them for help, I pushed the most important people in my
life away. That just shows how bad off I was! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
didn't want their help, but that doesn't mean I didn't need it.
Because I did. But in spite of the way I treated them, they never
gave up on me. They tried and tried to get me to do the right thing,
and I thank them so much for never giving up on me! They had the
faith and hope I didn't have. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Because
they didn't give up, I'm back on the right road! I will be getting
better with all of their help. They are the people I should have had
in my life, not the friends I thought cared. They let me go down the
wrong path; that's not what I would call friends. Some of them even
</span><span style="color: black;"><i>helped</i></span><span style="color: black;">
me go down the wrong way! My family tried to tell me they were bad
for me, but I wouldn't listen. I told them, “No, no, no, its just
that you don't like them!” But I now know my family was just
looking out for me.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It
feels great to have my family and friends looking out for me no
matter how far from them I get. They are always going to be here for
me. I know that now. Its the best feeling a girl can have!</span></span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-58806597067231900482013-03-04T17:07:00.001-08:002013-03-05T06:55:37.277-08:00Who is Right and Who is Wrong for You.<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">There
are so many great guys out there. Unfortunately, there are also so
many wrong ones. Sometimes it's hard to tell the good ones from the
bad ones. I know. I just got out of a relationship with a bad one.
I'm telling all of you about what happen to me because I hope my
story will help you not to let this happen to you! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Every
girl should have a good guy. But I didn't. The guy I was involved
in always made fun of me. He told me how bad I was all the time,
telling me about everything he didn't like about me and telling me
what was wrong with me . When we were on a date it was ok. Then, when I got home
he would text me or call me, just to and tell me how ugly and fat I
was or how bad my hair looked. I cared about him so I always let it
go. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
now know that deserve better than that, I really do! We all do! No
one should let that happen to them. Because when you hear that stuff
from someone you care about, you begin to think he may be right. But
he wasn't at all! He was so wrong about me. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">As
girls we should never let a man tell us if we are good or bad! We
know in our hearts what we are, and it is never what the rude guys
are saying. Just remember that when they are tearing you down, they
are doing it to make himself feel better. I'm pretty sure it worked
for him! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">It
was the last straw when he told me to go kill myself and no one would
care! After he said that, I told him we were done. Then, he didn't
understand why I did that. That means there is something really
wrong with him! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No
girl should be in a relationship like the one I was in. That is no
way to find the one for you! The one God has for you will never
treat you like he did me. Don't let any guy treat you like he did
me, please. It killed me to be with him. It will kill you too! It's
not right at all.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-50681886165806178022013-03-03T15:48:00.002-08:002013-03-03T15:48:32.212-08:00The Mirror<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">The
mirror was something I couldn't even look at without thinking
something bad about myself. It's very easy to find something bad
about yourself. Want to know why? Because we aren't perfect! We
are imperfect, but that doesn't mean we aren't pretty! We all are so
beautiful. God made us the way we are! Do you really think He would
make one person ugly or fat to make them feel bad about themselves?
No! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
have learned that when I look in the mirror to think about what I
like about myself. There is so much good about me--much more than
there is bad! That's a really hard thing to say about yourself
because you are more likely see the bad then the good. You need to
change your mindset in order to see the good in yourself. If all
you do is think bad about yourself all you are going to do is feel
bad for yourself! That's no way to live.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There
is always so much good in everyone! I can tell you one good thing
about everyone I know. I really do know how easy it is to look
down on yourself , but I can't even tell you how much worse it is for
you! I even know a friend who has covered her mirrors because she
can't even look at herself anymore. That's so sad to me because I
know this girl; she is so beautiful, and I only wish she could see it
too! But sometimes we are so blind to what we really look like.
There are so many good things about us, we just need to see them! </span></span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-40213009249838959032013-03-03T15:08:00.002-08:002013-03-03T15:08:39.857-08:00I'm Back!<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am
going to get my life back in the right place. I am going to even
make it better than before I went off on a bad path! I'm ready to
change and be a better person.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
think some people go down a bad road just to get on a better one. I
think that's what I'm doing as I write this. It feels right to be
back being myself again! I kind of missed who I was before. Now, I
am who was before but even better. It feels great, but I still
have lots of work to do. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">To
even get where I need to be takes lots of work and will power. Its
not like you can just say “I want to be a better person,” and
then just do it! It takes lots of work and time. I had to learn that
it just doesn't happen over night. When it does happen you have to
keep it up. There are dark things in your life; you need make sure
you take another way so you don't fall into them again. Its a big
deal to be the person God wants you to be, because its who you were
meant to be all along. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When
you are 18 you don't really know who you want to be. After
everything that has happened I know. I know who I should be, and I
can't wait to become the girl I have been waiting 18 years to be.
With the help of my family and friends, it will all be okay. I'm not
going to say its easy, because that's not true. It’s not easy at
all. But I know I can do it, with God's help. </span></span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-40005602264484782632013-03-01T15:08:00.001-08:002013-03-01T15:08:10.344-08:00If Only You Were Here<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
miss my Papa (my name for my Grandfather) with all my heart. My
life would be so much better if he was here! He was and is my angel!
He always knew the right thing to say. You would ask him if
something was right, and he would say the best things back to you.
He was a very wise man.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
believe if my Papa was still here we would all be living at home as
happy as we could be. He was like the piece that every family
needs; without it you fall apart. Something like that happened to
our family. After he died we all started to fall apart; no one knows
if his death was the reason, but I think so. We are doing alright
without him, but its not the same as it would be if he were still
with us.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Even
though he's not with us, in a way he's still here. You go day by day
and remember things about him. I do and say things and think about
what my Papa would think, most of all what would my papa do? </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
really do live to make him happy! I'm trying to be a better person.
He will be happy to know I'm trying to change my life!</span></span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-8339678507908780772013-02-27T17:46:00.001-08:002013-02-27T17:46:25.768-08:00The Story of a Girl<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
have a friend who just went through a hard time in her life and I
want to tell you all a little bit about it! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">For
the past 2 months she has had a really hard time. It has just been
one thing after another! She was making one bad choice after another.
She didn't know who she was or who she wanted to be. She made most
of the mistakes you could make at age 18, or even any other age. She
told me it was like her world was going places she didn't even want
to go. There was so much she had done just because she could. That
is no way to live! Everything you do comes with consequences, but did
she know that? I think not! She kept doing them till she hit rock
bottom. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">You
want to know what her rock bottom was? It was taking too many pills.
She had to go to the ER to drink charcoal so she could get sick and
get them out of her body. I know, this is a hard thing to talk
about; but it happens a lot these days. She said when she went to
the ER that all she wanted to do was get out. Then she went up to
the psych unit. She was alone and scared. The only thing she wanted
was to get better and get out! Then she started to go to the groups
and classes and started to open up about what had been going on in
her life. She started talking about why she had taken the pills.
She started to know that she needed help and she was open to anything
and everything they would try. Then she didn't just think about when
can I go; she thought about how can I do better! </span>
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">She
helped her self and got on some good medication and got help. She
talked everything out. She got input from doctors and her new
friends. She said it was great that she made new friends in there
because they get what its like to be in a bad place. So she just
wanted to thank god for everything that happen to her. She wouldn't
be the woman she is today without what happened to her. She went
there for the better! She said she will be on the right road now.
She got the help she needed! And now she will just take it day by
day and she will be alright one day soon!</span>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-69428593600723051942013-01-14T15:16:00.000-08:002013-01-14T15:16:42.364-08:00Living Like the Homeless<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We
are all so blessed in what we have—food, a home, money, a family,
friends. But sometimes we all need a little reminder. A few weeks
ago I went on a hunger retreat, and we lived how homeless people. It
was crazy and so sad to be like that! I could never think about what
I would have done to my life to get me in that situation. Its
really sad. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
feel so bad for homeless people! We had to make a box house and sleep
in that all night. It was cold and not comfortable at all! We
couldn't even change our outfits; the homeless only have one thing
and they are wearing it. The next morning then we had to feed 18
people on $20 because the homeless don't have much money at all.
Then we had to go door to door to ask for cans and other foods! By
this time we felt so bad for homeless people at this point. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now
when I see homeless people I feel their pain. I feel so bad that
they are in that place! It was so weird living in someone
else's shoes—especially when its not good shoes. Now whenever I
think about what I don't have, I think about all the things I have
that the homeless don't. I have sooo much when I think about it. I
have a house. I have friends. I have a family. I have a job. I
have money. I take trips. I get christmas gifts. They don't get
any of that! They have to stand on the side of the street asking for
things just to survive. Now I pray for the homeless to work hard and
get their lives back together. That's the best thing for them to do. </span></span>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859730322300206508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646464476079579157.post-7737403471233816732013-01-14T14:53:00.002-08:002013-01-14T14:53:35.184-08:00Christmas 2012<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">This
was a good Christmas this year. All five of us were together--Chris,
Josh, Mom, Dad, and me. I'm pretty sure my mom had been wishing for
that for at least 4 years. Every family has their ups and downs and
things that they don't like about each other. But forget all that,
because we are a family. We should be together for Christmas and we
were! </span>
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">We
had an awesome Christmas, too. I went to church on Christmas Eve and
then again on Christmas Day. The services were both so moving. On
Christmas Eve i went to the kid's mass; that was so sweet.
They had the kids singing the songs, then they got all the kids to
come up and see baby Jesus. Then, Fr. Kramer asked all the kids what
gift did they bring to gave to God? One boy said I didn't know we
needed a gift! Then, this little girl said, its us, we are the gift!
I am 18 and I never thought about it like that and a little girl
did! </span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">After
church my mom and dad picked me up and I got in the car thinking I
was going home. But no, we had to go to the store on Christmas Eve.
In my head I was thinking, Oh no, that's when all the crazy people
come out; we got out just in time, trust me. </span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then
we went home. Every year we open one gift on Christmas Eve, so we
opened them! After that everyone just chilled for a bit, then went
to sleep.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
woke up at 5, and had to wait till 7:40 for everyone else to get up.
Then we all got up and everyone said Merry Christmas! We opened
more gifts and then we had some food. Then we all played with our new
stuff , then got ready for Christmas Day mass at 10:00. That was
really nice, because my whole family was being God's gift together.
After mass we went to lunch, then went to see </span><span style="color: black;"><i>Les
Miserables.</i></span><span style="color: black;">
The movie was amazing, and a really great ending to a awesome
Christmas!!!</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">The
most exciting thing happened to me recently. I went to Disney World
in Orlando, Florida for my 18th birthday. It was amazing! I went on
the most amazing rides (most of them a few times). Also, Disney
food is so yummy; I don't think I had one bad thing to eat there. I
took pictures with all of the Disney cast members! </span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I
got a lot of attention, because I had a pin that said “Happy 18th
Birthday Maggie.” Every time I walked by a worker they said “Happy
Birthday.” That was so awesome it was everything I wished it to
be! </span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My
Mom worked so hard on that trip, and I am so thankful, because it was
so great! Who wouldn't want be at Disney on their birthday. My dad
got me into one of the shows, like I was in it! Josh got one of his
friends to get 10 or more people to sing Happy Birthday to me; it
scared me, too! My family worked so hard on that trip! I just don't
know how to thank them enough.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My
favorite characters are Chip and Dale; I got to go to go to a camp
fire with them, and it was awesome. For my birthday dinner we went
to an all-you-can-eat seafood place! I love seafood! It was so good;
everything was just perfect.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
have nothing bad to say about my trip at all! I am so blessed. Not
a lot of people can say I went to Disney for my birthday, but I can.
Disney is where dreams come true, and my birthday dreams did!</span></span>
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