Ugh... mondays

Yeah, I don't like Mondays. Why? Because everything seems to go wrong on Mondays. Sometimes Sunday nights are worse, though, because you are extremely stressed about the next day, and you know you have to get up early... yeah... Mondays are not fun.

eh... bye.

-me

Thanks, Mar.

It's official. Mar and I are even. We have this thing where we each get "mad" at each other when we go away for a weekend or miss school. I went to Kenya... yeah she really was mad about that. She went to Florida and missed school, I was "mad" at her. I went to Virginia for a weekend she was "mad" at me. She goes to CINCINATTI WITH MY BROTHER and I'm not sure if I'm really mad at her or "mad". Thanks, Mar. Now all I have to do is watch House and NCIS. and share carrots with the dog. You owe me, Mar.

So... 5 hours into my weekend and I have:
Finished my homework (all that is due until wednesday)
Ate supper (Jimtown Pizza)
The dog bit me (it wasn't my fault. I was rubbing her side and she went psycho)
watched 1 1/2 episodes of NCIS and 1/2 an episode of House. And partial episodes of Hannah Montana during commercials, and one Jon & Kate plus 8.

A very exciting weekend? I think not, not if this is all that happens.

eh... adios.

To the Babies of the AGC Baby Center

Last night I sat on my bed after everyone else had disappeared into their rooms and the dog had snuggled under my parents' covers. As usual, I contemplated whether or not to journal that night. I decided not to, since my journal was in my school bag, which was in the kitchen, and I didn't feel like wandering downstairs and then going back upstairs. But I still felt like writing. So I flipped through a few old notebooks, searching for a piece of blank paper. I grabbed a pen, and began writing. This is what came of it:

Dear Babies of the AGC Baby Center,
I will never forget you. I will never forget our smiles, laughter, and tears that we shared. Never before has one look caused so many emotions to tumble into my heart at once. Although we are so distant, I sometimes feel as though you are right next to me.
When my arms ache to hold you, I pray that someone is there to hug you and kiss your cheek. When I think fo the babies that didn't make it, I pray that Jesus will wrap His arms around them, and say how much He loves them, too.
Every night I pray for your Aunties. I admire those women for what they do every day. Every night I pray for your future mommies and daddies. I ask God to let them open up their hearts and homes to just one child. Every night I wonder what happened to your real mommies and daddies. I wonder why they didn't keep you.
Every night I wish I could hug each of you and kiss you good-night before tucking you in. I wish I could help with your suppers and sit on the floor with you again.
Every night I pray that God would give me the chance to go back. I also pray for the ones who know the are going. I pray that they would love you as much as I do.
Babies- I also pray that you would receive the maturity to understand the sacrifice Jesus made for you. I pray that you will love Jesus with all your heart, mind, soul, and being. That is what I pray for the most.
Babies- I will never stop loving you and those that care for you. I will never stop praying for you, and I will never stop fighting for you.

love always,


Auntie Kaylyn


As I wrote this, tears filled my eyes and I couldn't keep them from spilling over. A few weeks ago I realized that I left my heart in Kenya. My heart isn't here, in Elkhart, Indiana, but in the village of Ngata halfway around the world. I don't think I'll ever get it back, either. My heart will always be with the babies. Jolinda was right when she said we had caught the baby fever.





This is where my heart is. With this handsome young man.

Stinker McStinkerpants

This goofy-looking creature is my dog. Her name? Marisol. My mother named her that. ((When we first got her my aunt kept calling her Mariposa because my cousins had just watched Barbie Mariposa. haha)) She's three years old, and the strangest dog I've ever met. She likes to attack my feet and pretend that she's mad at me. She also likes carrots and iceberg lettuce. Who knew she was so healthy? She also thinks that my bed, is hers. She has yet to learn that those are my blankets, and no, she cannot take them.

Sure, Marisol is a pretty name, but she has many more.

Goofball, Stinker, TurdBasket (thanks, Dad), Puppers, Pupita, Puppy, Stinker McStinkerpants (the newest one), Naughty girl, Good girl, Goofy, Weirdo, Chinese-puppy... etc, etc.

As you can see, she is much loved by our family.

Quiz Festival

So... today was the quiz festival, and after a quick run-through I kept score for my dad as he quiz mastered. Then I convinced my dad to let me quiz master. I thought I did pretty good for my first time. :D

Yup... so that was my day. Got up at 6:45 and got home around 3:30. Now I'm talking on the phone, IMing and speaking random spanish. :) Always fun.

-kaylyn

CORRECTION!

Elhart Christian Academy is cancelled for Friday the fifteenth.

Am I happy? Ecstatic? Throwing a party? No. I'm actualy rather upset. I feel like Wednesday ended like a two part show, and now I have to wait 3 more days to see the next part. :(

Oh well. Maybe tomorrow I can just chat with Mariana... take random pictures... and speak random spanish. :D yeah. sounds like a pretty good day.

adios, mis amigos.

NO SCHOOL!!!

Yes, it's true. School for ECA was cancelled today. Kind of made me mad, though. I wanted school off on Monday. I don't like Mondays. Oh well, we might have a two-hour delay tomorrow. I don't really want it, though. And school better not be cancelled, the homecoming game is tomorrow.