Ants have invaded the kitchen and they are getting very annoying. Every time I see them, I open the cupboards and get out my new best friend: RAID: ANT & ROACH KILLER!

So I spray them with the bug spray, and those ones die. Then, I turn around to see the sink, and find a new troop that are taking little leftover bits of food from the drains. I mean, I might as well carry the RAID around the whole kitchen while I fix my food. Like, today I was making a bologna and cheese sandwich, and they had taken over the dry food cupboards.

But, fortunately, they hadn't taken over my CHEEZ ITS. Which is smart for an ant. Because if they had, they would be my enemies. And whenever I saw them, they would die without knowing what hit them!

And I absolutely HATE it when they charge the trash can. But, obviously, that is a place that an ant would like to be. Think about it!

Well, the ants feel tremendous joy when they see the old empty Dominoes Pizza box with little bits of crust and melted cheese still in it, and Oreo packages, and stuff like that.

So, my plan tonight, is to save what is left of the refrigerator, clean it out with a wet rag, and organize the drawers.

Then, I will get my best friend RAID, and take all the items out of all the cupboards, and let RAID do his thing.

Also, I am helping Mom out, because she loves an organized, fresh cleaned kitchen, so I'm sure she will be overjoyed.





Oh, and keep praying for Madeleine McCann. She still needs prayer.

True or False Tuesday!!

I have eaten a beetle terryaki salad before.


U tell me!

Answer Friday. Be there. Haha.



Poem About Obedience

I don't like to do dishes very much,
But I do them anyway.
I am a little queasy at taking out the trash,
But what am I supposed to say?

No, Mom. I won't do it.
I don't want to.
No! That's wrong.
I'm sorry, but that's not what the Bible says to say in Genesis, Exodus or Psalm.

Moms are in charge of kids.
That's life, that's how God made it.
He loves us just so much,
That when we disobey He can barely take it!

When mothers tell their kids,
Go do this and go do that.
We should do it without fussing or
sighing, which is acting like a brat.

I think kids should help their parents.
Wash the dishes, make their beds,
Cause God is always watching,
and He always knows what's cooking in their heads.

The more chores, the better!
I think is how it should be.
It teaches us kids how to be mature,
And shows us responsibility.

And punishments are necessary,
no matter how hard it can be.
When you just have to tell them,
Next time, THINK, HONEY!

Parents are responsible,
As to how their children act.
And so, when the time comes,
They must tell us STOP THAT!

Doing dishes, is not so hard,
Neither is making beds.
You should never think you're being abused,
Inside you childish head.

So, you have to wash the dishes.
Why? Because Mom said.
Now either you can do it now,
or get sent straight to bed.

No. Not straight to bed.
This may offend someone,
But that kid should get spanked,
so that he'll regret what he has done.

Mom will always love you,
since love isn't a prize you have to earn.
But, she is preparing you for the future,
when life will require you to DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD and LEARN.

Well, the dishes are waiting.
and Mom has told you to wash them and put them away.
Now you already read my post, so...
'Yes, Ma'am. I'm coming.' are the perfect words to say.

I had to learn these rules.
And I hope you other kids can too.
Cause I am absolutely positively sure,
That your parents will thank you.

Love and God Bless. Keep praying for Madeleine McCann.


And The Winners Are.....

'GASP! That's what Chinese Food Is REALLY made of??' - Award

'I CANT BELIEVE IT!! Jayde finally blogged!!'-

'Look at that litter box!! I WANT ONE!!!

'Webcam Vet, Say Ahhhhhhh!

Honorable Mention: fourth
Fourth: 'These bills are OUTRAGEOUS!!


It was so hard to decide since u all did GREAT!!!

well, the computer wont let me post the award so that Ashley can put it on her blog, so, sorry.


here is the poem and advertisement.


And the poem for my dad

I just won fourth place,
On my daughter's caption contest.
I know I didn't win first,
But I know I did my best.

And, I have been tagged by my sister to do poems about the people i tag.


Hi, Aunt Pam.
I just wanted you to know,
That I miss you very much,
And that my family says hello!


Hi, Mom.
Even though,
we're in the same house.
You've just been tagged by me,
Now go tag someone else.


You have just been tagged.
By me. Hehe!
Now it's your turn,
I wonder who it'll be?


You have to do something!
Go tag anyone you please,
I don't care if they're purple or red,
Just tag them, and get this out of your head!

Pen of Jen:

You're IT!
Not me.
I tagged you!
so now it's your turn. GO CRAZY!!

Well, BYE!




I am going to try to keep track of the following:

Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday:

True or False Tuesday: I'll give out a statement about myself, like,' I hate coffee' and you all will tell me if it is true or false. Even if you aren't family, feel free to do it.
You'll find out the answer on Thursday.
Wicked Wednesday: I will let out a secret about someone. That's why it's called Wicked Wednesday. YOU could be a victim of it, so watch out!!!

Funny Caption Friday: I will post a funny picture, and you all will make up captions.
I will have a 1st place winner, will win a Goof Ball Award, either I'll create it myself with the wonderful Windows Paint Shop, or I will find it on the internet somewhere.

Second Place will win a place in my links.

Third Place will win a advertisement on my blog.

And, Fourth Place will win a comment on their blog from me, and a poem written by me.

I want as many people as possible to join in these activities, so tell everyone about it, because everyone is welcome.

And keep praying for Madeleine McCann.



McCann Update

Well, the police think that Mrs. Kate McCann, who happens to be a doctor, was accused of overdosing the girl with either medication or drugs.
They found hair and Madeleine's blood in a car that the parents had rented 25 days after Madeleine's disappearance.

The police are trying to find Mrs. Kate McCann's diary, for any sign or clue of her daughter's disappearance.
They have already searched the house, and the car, and the hair and blood was all they could find.
But, they are looking at every toy and clothing item of Madeleine's, such as the faded pink bunny that Mrs. McCann has been seen carrying around, and Madeleine's dresses and socks, for any trace of recent usage.

No one has any idea where Madeleine is at the moment, but about 5 or 7 months ago, a lady walking out of a church supposedly saw Madeleine in a nearby alley, being carried away by two large men, and little Madeleine was put into a dark car. The license plate number is unknown, as the woman tried to memorize it, but when she looked the second time, the car was gone.
Which means that the men must have been in a hurry.

The lady is now missing as well, as I would suppose, since she saw Madeleine.
You would think that the men would have grabbed her so that she wouldn't give them away.

The authorities still say Mrs. McCann is a suspect. Mr. McCann, they are not sure, but they do believe he knows about her disappearance in some secretive way.

But, they haven't found any trace or clue of Madeleine anywhere except the hair and the blood in the McCann's rented car.

Back to you, O' Reilly.

Haha! I just had to add that!

Everyone, keep dear Madeleine in your prayers. She needs it, I can assure you.

This Is For Madeleine McCaan And All The Other Ones

A song I heard today, and I nearly cried and I want to share it with you.

The first verses don't fit but I am going to do it anyway. It fits for all those children in the world.
With the same problem, and worse problems. I will sing it on youtube and give you the URL to see it when I do.

She goes to school with the lunch she packed.
Nobody knows what she's holding back.
Wearing the same dress that she wore yesterday.
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask.
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.
bearing teh burden of a secret storm.
Sometimes she wishes she was never born.

Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone.
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night.
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the light.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.
When morning comes, it'll be too late.

Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone.
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel.

A statue stands in a shaded place.
An angel girl with an upturned face.
Her name is written on a polished rock.
A broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone.
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel.
The End

I nearly cried when I first heard the song today.
It is so sad how the world has corrupted so strongly. Madeleine isn't the only one.
There are so many more that need our prayers just as much Madeleine does.
Their names and faces are unknown to us, but their souls are suffering. And we need to do all we can about it.
When we hear a child's scream next door, and an adults angry voice, and the screaming slowly fade, we need to do everything we can to help them.

We need to be their guardian angel. And keep our eyes open fro anything we can do to help
those broken hearts out there.
If there is anything that makes me upset enough to cry, it is child abduction and child abuse, and every other thing out in the world that disturbs a precious child.

God put us on Earth to praise Him, and one the things that makes God happiest, is helping those who need help.

Triumph over evil is one of God's favorite things, as long we are doing it for Him.

Sorry I haven't written too much lately, but I have school, so just please don't desert me.

God Bless Those With Sad Problems Such As These, And Those Without.

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