Laughs and Tears

Number uno thing to build a relationship; live life meaningfully, go through stuff together. That meaning trials  and happy moments.
Ok now Books: books to me are a life. just its usually made up but they are a life nonetheless.
Ok now Life: Life is  trials, and happiness, a course where you are on a bike. There are up hills and down hills. no way to go around them. That's how life is. you can choose to give up or keep going.

Mix them all up time: So when I was little my mom and I read a book called Chester, I Love  You .   My mom and I cried waterfalls as we were snuggled up on a couch. Wow those were the times when our relationship  was mighty fine.

Recently I had felt like my relationship with my mother wasn't as strong as I would like it to be. So i asked my mom t read me a book. people, I am a teenager. I don't think it is normal. So together we read Charly by Jack Weyland. Talk about tears and laughs. We laughed. We cried. We laughed some more and we cried some more. Today we balled our eyes out and it was great. I feel so much closer to her; like I can cry in front of her. I feel like a little kid and I like it like that. Bee tee dubs, Charly is a really really really really really really really really good book. By reading a book with my mom we went through the trials in the book together and it was amazing. Even though when I asked her to read me a book she looked at me like I was crazy, it was all worth it.

Sundays

Do not let Sunday be taken from you If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week

..........I respect the man that said this :)


Happy days: I got to see my friend Noelle at church today, she is just great . I hope she knows how special she is to me! So that was one of the highlights of me day ;) others included having my dad teach or sunday school lesson....that was hilarious 

mmmm, splashing in baseball field puddles; check

"Pace is probably wondering why she is not getting wet" -Jaret

Just  few pics from this day :)

nail polish to life

Stop living life like you are waiting for nail polish to dry!

Dude, live on the wild side, be unique. Quick note: "You are unique; just like everyone else" or "Everyone is unique" Theses quotes always annoy me because its like everyone is unique and the definition of unique is not like everyone else and if everyone is unique then ughhhh just a quick note. So I don't paint my nails very often. Lets say about once a year. But every time i do it I regret it afterwards. I did it today and was reminded why I don't do it; I have to wait like a million years for it to dry. But as usual I kinda tried to do everything that i would usually do with wet nails. That really failed bad. I felt so weird and awkward trying not to touch anything and if I did I would have to touch it a certain way. I felt so vulnerable and not safe doing anything. (you are probably really confused right now.)Then I got  brilliant thought slash Idea! I have been paranoid about everything and wanting my nails to be perfect and that is not working so I decided that I would do everything I would normally do and pretend that I didn't have wet nail polish on. So I did and my nails were Deestroid! But it looked very intriguing and I had a lot of fun! 

Stop living life like you are waiting for nail polish to dry!

Love,

Mase

Pee ess: I apologize deeply if that was confusing and you don't understand

it will all be worth it...

black Friday...... just the name gives me the chills. I had never really participated in this  "holiday" until today. Scary. But the thing is, I only went to Jo-Ann Fabrics. Lets just say there were a lot of savage seamstresses. I went to bed Thanksgiving night at about 11:30 pm. My madre got me up this morning at 4:45 am. I rolled out of bed dragging my pillow and blanket with me. I slumped to the car. My mom on the other hand was nicely dressed and had makeup on. Yea, that is not me. I go for  the 'roll-out-of-bed' look. That's the way I like it. Anyway, about black Friday and the frantic fabric huggers. We drove for an hour before finally getting to our location. The cars around us were frosty like they had been there all night. We sat in the car for moment and we saw the Staples store next door line it had about 25 people in it and we laughed and said, "I  am glad we don't have to wait in that line." But alas, we see the Jo-Ann fabric line moments later and see that it is about 4 to 5 times as long as the Staples line. I wanted to be in the Staples line. I waited in my pajamas and man-shirt. Finally the doors opened and our line rushed forward. That was scary. The store was cold and evil and hateful feeling. Everyone rushed to get a ticket for the fabric cutting thing. Yea, I have no idea what that was about but I was in charge of the cart and it was pretty awkward to have to weave between people and get out of peoples way. I would walk just a few steps away from the cart to look at something and I would get some murderous glances at my cart full of snuggle print flannel. Eventually I got to go and look at beads, yarn, canvases, paints, Christmas junk, wood stuff, paper, frames,.......,.......,...........,beads, yarn, canvases, paints, Christmas junk, wood stuff, paper, frames,.......,.......,..........beads, yarn, canvases, paints, Christmas junk, wood stuff, paper, frames,.......,.......,.........(I circled the store a few hundred times); lets just say after a while meaning 3 hours and 36 minutes, everything looked the same. We saw a few ladies snoring in the pattern section, and I yearned to be among them. Carts were piled high with teetering mounds of cuddle prints or whatever. The giant foam pieces called me from a  secluded part of the store. I flipped mindlessly through pattern books which made me kind of depressed because every picture reminded me, "you don't know how to read a pattern, Mesa." All day I kept reminding myself  "it will all be worth it."This comforting technique did not work. A lady handed me a "b-71" ticket, Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! What a soul. That saved us about 45 to an hour wait more. But I will tell ya, After all day only running on a roll that I had for breakfast, whoo i was wiped. But guess what, after that lovely adventure of waiting in line to get in teh store, waiting in line to get the fabric cut and waiting in line to pay at Jo-anns I felt like I was in Elementary school again with all these lines.Then........we went to Michaels; another craft store. I am not joking. We were there for another 2 hours but at least they had better art supplies. Then we went to Tj-Maxx. we were there for like 20 minutes but I felt like I was going to pass out which I did in the car. When we got home I stayed in the car for another hour and slept. I had a weird dreams about my friend on Facebook asking me if I had seen her pictures of foxes that she drew and I was like, "I don't know, I am like half asleep right now (which was true) so I am kind of out of it." i woke up thinking I would be on the computer talking to her. So that was weird. I learned soemthing today: Black Friday is the day where the good and bad people are sorted out.

thought

I love how, in scary movies, the person yells out, "Hello?" As if the bad guy is gonna be like, "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen! Want a sandwich?"

No, I didn’t trip the floor looked like it needed a hug.

Facebook is the only place where it's acceptable to talk to a wall.

Seeing a spider is nothing. It only becomes a problem when it disappears.

Facebook is like a fridge. When you're bored you keep opening and closing it every few minutes to see if there's anything good in it.

I sprayed a mosquito with mosquito repellent and now it will have no mosquito friends.

Always remember that you are unique; just like everyone else.

What's better Google or Yahoo???? Wait I'll Google it !!!

Just something to think about :)

I am thankful for...weird?? nah

I am thankful for some things that people think is kinda odd..... Personally I think it's amazing! So Happy!

...the mess to clean up after a party

because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

...the taxes I will pay

because it means that I'm employed.

...the clothes that fit a little too snug

because it means I have enough to eat.

...my shadow who watches me

because it means I am out in the sunshine.

...the spot I walk from at the far end of the parking lot

because it means I am capable of walking.

...all the complaining I hear about our government

because it means we have freedom of speech.

...that lady behind me in church who sings off key

because it means that I can hear.

...lawn that needs mowing, the bedroom that needs cleaning and dryers that need fixing

because it means I have a home.

...my huge heating bill that I will have

because it means that I am warm.

...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day

because it means that I have been productive and done my best.

...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours

because it means that I am alive to enjoy another day with people I love :).

There are three kinds of days:

1. Good days,
2. Great days, and
3. Outstanding days.

I hope yours is Outstanding!

because mine sure was :)

No matter how trapped you feel, it's gonna be OK. keep going, Keep serving :)

Be wild!

Just thought this was kind of funny especially since I am blogging right now.

Th Parable of the Mood Ring

Once upon a time there was a cute scout with his troop at the  zoo. They were finishing and were gathering in the gift shop. This young scout didn't have any money but everyone else did. Th leader asked him if he wanted something an she could loan some money to him. He denied it with a shake of his head but continued to stare ate the mood rings. The other boys around saw this and piped up, "we have extra money." with the support of several young scouts the 10 year old scout had  a mood ring. he slipped it on and it immediately turned purple. they all looked at the slip and it said that purple means love, the young scout looks up at his friends and says, "Its purple because of the love I feel toward you guys."

Expectations

Expecting the world to treat you fairly

because you are a good person

is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you

because you are a vegetarian.

So true

a new day, a new way

I have a secret skill, I can read you. Weird.

anyways, today was cool. I built catapults in science and I am doing really good in that class. And found some pictures I enjoy.....

Their tender sides show

Love

Happy!

retro

Love it the ultimate trip

there is something about mail

Amen

I want one!

who would of thought?

thank goodness

torn apart

Me too

Be still and feel the sunshine in your life

we dream

seriously 

poor cactus

no matter what you think

buds

"I want to become the next Jillian Michaels" 

Amen

Thank goodness

guilt trip

my to do list

Hannah, i dedicate this to you