It's Just Another Day at MHS :)

Got kinda slapped in the face today with something that happened a while back. Eh... Life goes on. Only that part of the day was bad. The rest was fine! I had band today, so that's definitely a plus! We got to watch part of World Trade Center because our teacher got sick and didn't want to conduct. Our drum major conducted for a little bit today instead. She did pretty well. She was sight-reading from the conductor's score (what the conductor looks at to make sure that everyone is playing what they're supposed to) and didn't quite get the cues down, but it's okay. We managed to get it all out.
I had US Government today too. It wasn't too bad. I had three friends in there to do the work with. We had an open book test and we got to work together on it. :) Can't beat that!
I would have to say that Robotics was the best thing out of today. We finished our tower and can now work on getting the new kicker in. If you don't know this year's challenge, click here. It'll explain everything! :)
My favorite part about coming home, especially since Christmas Eve, are the puppies that I have at home. Our Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Megan, gave birth to 8 amazing bundles of fluff on 12/24/09. :) Sadly, 4 died from the 26th to the 2nd of this year. We named them Annabelle, Clarice, Abby, and Emily. The 4 remaining puppies are absolutely adorable, at over three weeks old. They are walking and starting to growl at anything that startles them.We're keeping one and we're going to name her Chica, which means girl in Spanish. It's just amazing to us that she had an all girl litter! It doesn't seem possible with 8 puppies! Well I've got to go, you know... Chores and stuff :( They've got to be done!

Just Let Go... Let God.

Once upon a time, or as most tales go, a young gal with a heart full of love and compassion heard a story that made her very sad. Being two pennies short of common sense, she came to believe that she could fix this problem and therefore set herself up as a shield of protection.
Forgetting the words of John the Baptist, “I am not the Christ.” she stretched out her arms and stood in the gap between those who threatened harm and the one she was protecting. If she just tried hard enough, she believed or fought hard enough, protected long enough, everything would be okay.
Only everything wasn’t okay. The harder she stood her ground, the harder they fought and the more he seemed to need her. The more she did to protect him, the less he seemed willing to do for himself and the less honest he became.
Once she realized that no man carries a burden that someone else is willing to bear or faces a truth that no one is willing to tell him and that he’d grown weaker and not stronger like she’d hoped, she laid down his cross and took up her own.
She meant well and it almost cost her very life. In time she remembered the words of the one in the desert. The one who’s role was to make straight the crooked path, and point believers to the one who would come after him. She remembered that “standing in the gap” means standing in prayer and support, not in self sacrifice.
She found a note one day, written just for her and other two-penny-short friends who mean well. Together, she and her new friends, trudged the road of happy destiny. They laughed, leaned on each other, and stayed under the protective wings of the God they no longer needed to pretend to be.

First Blog!!

Well hey out there in the Internet! This is the first blog of Boondocks of Mathews.

I know that I should have some big meaningful reason to start this, but I saw a friend's and thought that it would be pretty cool to have one of my own!

Hope you don't get too bored here! :)