Friday, November 27, 2009

Happy Birthday Dad

Dad is a Thanksgiving baby. Since I'm not a Mom, I can't say for fact if that would be a blessing or not so much. But from a kids perspective, I think a baby would be a great thing to be thankful for even during a busy holiday. :) Yesterday during Thanksgiving, we played a game where we wrote down different things we were thankful for and then put them into a plate, after that we took all of them and tried to guess and see who wrote what. It was a great game to see all the different things people really were grateful for, though I think some people decided to copy me or something, because there were 3 other people who "were thankful for Mac or Apple computers" and "Salvation" or something along those lines. :D Besides that, everyone had many different ones. We had a blast.

Dad really has been the role model for our family of what Christ would do for his church. Dad is a servant to those in need, he leads us in *exciting* Bible studies every morning, he gets his work done promptly, he hardly ever complains about anything, he is a strong man of integrity and most of all he loves the Lord and his family. He is all I could ask for or ever dream of wanting. I love you Dad!

~ sarah k.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Random Post

I like you and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.

I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, Remember when you told me something special
And both of us remember

When I think something is important
you think it’s important too
We have good ideas

When I say something funny, you laugh
I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too

I like you because you know where I’m ticklish
And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes
But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too

You know how to be silly
That’s why I like you
Boy are you ever silly
I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you

I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly
Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never
Too late, it’s a quarter past silly

Sometimes we don’t say a word

We snurkle under fences
We spy secret places

If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off
You are one too

If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me

If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,
then you are getting ready to jump


That’s because you really like me
You really like me, don’t you
And I really like you back
And you like me back and I like you back
And that’s the way we keep on going every day

If you go away, then I go away too
or if I stay home, you send me a postcard
You don’t just say Well see you around sometime, bye
I like you a lot because of that
If I go away, I send you a postcard too

And I like you because if we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
Then you are the one that is yelling for me

And I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don’t always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad
You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too
It’s awful when the other person isn’t
They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose

I like you because if I think I am going to throw up
then you are really sorry
You don’t just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that
You say, maybe it was something you ate
You say, the same thing happened to me one time
And the same thing did

If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one
If I find four, I give you two
If we only find three, we keep on looking
Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don’t

If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too
Then it’s fun to have a broken arm
I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours
We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

I like you because I don’t know why but
Everything that happens is nicer with you
I can’t remember when I didn’t like you
It must have been lonesome then
I like you because because because
I forget why I like you but I do
So many reasons

On the 4th of July I like you because it’s the 4th of July
On the fifth of July, I like you too
If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses
If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines
We could be a HOLIDAY
We could be a CELEBRATION
We could be a WHOLE PARADE

See what I mean?

Even if it was the 999th of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January
I would go on choosing you

And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again

That’s how it would happen every time
I don’t know why
I guess I don’t know why I really like you

Why do I like you

I guess I just like you

I guess I just like you because I like you.

-Sandol Stoddard Warburg

This was on someone's blog so I thought I would post it for some reason, don't ask why.

~sarah k.

Saturday, November 7, 2009



Sorry that I haven't posted in a long time! Life seems to get busier and busier. As soon as I get time, I promise to post about our cross country season, speech and debate and any other thing I have been up to! :D

God Bless...
~sarah k.