Just Like Candace
Enjoy this cute story about relationships! I sure did. Used with permission.
Just Like Candace: A story by
Rebekah Vari
There was no doubt that Candace Palmer loved her little sister. She felt as if she would do anything for her. She had even prayed before Amanda was born that God would give here a little sister.
But there were times when it wasn’t easy being a big sister. For one thing, Amanda copied everything she did, or so it seemed. Just like the other day…
“Those desserts last night at Mr. and Mrs. Brown’s anniversary party were sure something, weren’t they?” said Mrs. Palmer at the lunch table.
“I know,” said Michelle, Candace’s seventeen-year-old sister. “I couldn’t decide which ones I wanted to try. There must have been at least twenty selections!”
“I liked the double-decker chocolate cake,” said ten-year-old Lucas. “That was the best!”
“But I especially liked the lemon meringue pie,” said thirteen-year-old Candace. “No one makes it like Mrs. Lloyd, and hers are especially good.”
“I especially like them, too,” stated six-year-old Amanda.
“You didn’t have any last night,” said Candace.
“Why not?” asked Amanda.
“Because you were so full of chocolate cake that we thought we’d have to roll you out to the car,” said Lucas.
“That’s enough,” said Mrs. Palmer. “Finish your lunch, and no more comments like that.”
“I still especially like Mrs. Lloyd’s pies,” said Amanda.
Does she have to keep using the word “especially” just because I used it? thought Candace.
“I’m glad, sweetie,” said Mrs. Palmer. “Now let’s all try to finish our lunch soon. We leave in an hour for our appointment at the eye doctor, and we don’t want to be late.”
Candace quickly finished her sandwich and helped Michelle clear the table and wash the dishes as everyone else finished.
“I want to help, too,” said Amanda. “I’m especially good at washing dishes.”
“Not today,” said Candace. “We need to get this done quickly so we’re not late. Why don’t you go brush your teeth?”
“But we’re not going to the dentist,” said Amanda. “I especially don’t like going there.”
“It’s a good idea to brush your teeth, anyway,” said Michelle. “You know Mama wants you to do it after every meal. You can help with the dishes tomorrow.”
Amanda sighed as she walked away. “I especially don’t want to brush my teeth.”
Michelle suppressed a laugh. “I think Amanda is being especially careful to use the word ‘especially’ today.”
“I find it irritating,” said Candace. “All I did was say it twice, and now it’s become a permanent fixture in her vocabulary.”
“You have to admit that it is kind of cute,” Michelle said.
“Maybe,” thought Candace. “But not when you’re the one being copied.”
A few weeks later, Candace’s friend, Amy, came to spend the weekend with her. They had been planning the weekend for two months, and Candace could hardly believe that it was finally here.
“Come on in,” Candace said, taking Amy’s bag and holding the door open for her when she arrived.
“Thanks. Do you want me to take my stuff up to your room?”
“Sure. We can go up there and get settled, then we can decide what we want to do.”
Amy followed Candace up the stairs and into her room, with Amanda following right behind.
“You have a really pretty room,” Amy said, standing back to admire it. “I like your curtains. The light blue color really adds something.”
“I’ve got a pretty room, too,” said Amanda. “Do you want to see?”
“Not now, Amanda,” said Candace. “Amy just got here, and we want to give her time to get settled.”
Amanda continued, “My curtains have bears and hearts on them, and so does my bedspread. Michelle sleeps in my room, too, because I get scared of the dark at night, but she keeps her clothes and things in here. Her bed doesn’t have bears and hearts, though. We have the biggest room in the house, did you know? Daddy’s and Mommy’s is the second biggest. Lucas has a room, too, but it’s downstairs. He’s not afraid of the dark. He’s a big boy and has a flashlight. Do you have a flashlight in your room?”
Amy laughed. “Only a small one. It doesn’t work very well because the batteries need to be changed.”
“Oh,” Amanda said. “My dad changes all the batteries in the flashlights here at my house. I don’t have one of my own, yet, but I hope I will someday. What’s your favorite color?”
“I like yellow,” Amy said.
“Me, too.”
“I thought your favorite color was red,” said Candace.
“I like red, too. I like all kinds of colors. Candace’s favorite color is blue, Michelle’s is pink, and Lucas’s is green. Mommy and Daddy like fall colors. Do your mommy and daddy like fall colors?”
“Well,” Amy began.
“Why don’t you go play with Lucas?” Candace asked.
“He’s outside raking leaves and doesn’t want me around because I like to jump in the piles,” said Amanda.
“Well, then, why don’t you go see what Michelle’s doing?”
“She’s studying at the computer and Mommy said I wasn’t to disturb her. I want to be in here with you girls.”
“We’re busy right now. Why don’t you come back later on?”
“When?” asked Amanda.
“I don’t know, but go find something else to do until Amy is done getting unpacked.”
Amanda walked out of the room, her head hanging and a little pout beginning to form on her face.
“Your little sister is so funny,” said Amy. “I wish I had a little sister sometimes.”
You can have her, Candace thought. She always dominates the conversation whenever I have a friend over.
A few minutes later, Amanda peeked her head into the room. “Are you done being busy yet?” she asked.
“No, Amanda. Go downstairs and see if you can help Mama.”
“She’s on the phone. Can’t I please come in? I especially want to be with you.”
The look on Amanda’s face looked so pitiful and pleading that Candace could hardly resist.
“All right,” Candace sighed. “But you have to be quiet. Amy and I are talking.”
Amanda came in, sat on the bed, and tried her best to be quiet for about the first sixty seconds while Candace and Amy talked. But it was no use. She simply couldn’t keep it in for that long. The urge to say something overruled.
“Guess what!” she broke in, “I can read a whole book by myself!”
“You can’t read, yet, Amanda,” said Candace, exasperated.
“Yes, I can!” she said. “I can read Curious George all by myself.”
“That’s only because you’ve heard us read it to you so often that you’ve memorized it. You can’t read, yet.”
“I can, too!” Amanda exclaimed. “I’ll show you.”
She ran out of the room and came back ten seconds later with Curious George in hand.
“We’re not going to read now, Amanda. Amy and I are talking, and you interrupted us. If you can’t sit quietly, I’m going to get Mama.”
“But I want to read Curious George to you!” Amanda wailed.
At that moment, Mrs. Palmer came up the stairs and looked into the room.
“Amanda, why do I hear you yelling?” she asked.
“I want to read Curious George to Amy, and Candace won’t let me. All they want to do is talk. Candace said that if I couldn’t be quiet, she would go and get you.”
“Let the girls have some time to themselves for a little while,” said Mrs. Palmer. “There will be plenty of time for you to read Curious George to them later. Let’s go downstairs, and we’ll get out the play dough while I start getting dinner ready.”
“All right,” Amanda said. “But can I be with the girls later on?”
“Yes, you can, just give them some time to visit by themselves.”
Candace rolled her eyes as Mrs. Palmer and Amanda went down the stairs. “She can be exasperating sometimes,” she said to Amy.
“I think she’s cute,” said Amy.
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly according to Candace, with Amanda out of the way. But she was dreading after dinner, for she knew that Amanda would probably be allowed to join them. Sure enough, no sooner had they been excused from the table than Amanda followed them upstairs again.
“Can I read Curious George to you now?” she asked Amy.
“Sure,” Amy said. “If it’s all right with Candace.”
Inwardly, Candace cringed. She knew it was the right thing to include her younger sister, but why was it so hard?
“Go ahead,” Candace said.
Amanda plopped herself down on Candace’s bed and beckoned for Amy to sit beside her.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Candace said as Amanda began to read.
Why does it have to go this way? she thought, as she walked down the hall. It’s no fun to have friends over when you can’t spend any time with them. I might as well just expect to have to include Amanda in everything we do this weekend.
Candace went into Amanda’s room where Michelle was picking up toys off the floor.
“Hi,” said Michelle. “Where’s Amy?”
“She’s letting Amanda ‘read’ her a story in my room.”
“Why aren’t you in there with them? Or have you gotten tired of Amy already?” she asked with a smile.
“I’ve gotten tired of Amanda already,” said Candace. “It seems like I can’t have any time with Amy without Amanda coming in and wanting to be the center of attention.”
“I don’t think she means to be that way,” said Michelle. “She gets excited whenever we have someone over and enjoys being in the middle of it. Most of all, I thinks she just wants to be with you because you’re older, and she wants to do everything that you do, including being with your friends.”
“But do I have to share all my time with her? If I always included her, Amy would spend all her time with Amanda. I may as well not have any friends over at all if I can’t spend any time with them by myself.”
“Who says you can’t spend any time with them by yourself? I thought Amanda was with Mom in the kitchen before dinner while you two girls were upstairs talking.”
“She was. That was after she was in my room earlier wanting to read Curious George to Amy. Mom took her downstairs and told her that she could spend time with us later. Now she’s in there acting like Amy came over to spend time with her.”
“Don’t forget that Amanda will be going to bed in an hour or two, and you’ll have time to spend with Amy by yourself for the rest of the evening. Unless, of course, I choose to come in and bother you.”
Candace laughed. “I don’t mind you. You always make things fun, but Amanda just gets in the way.”
“Don’t you think that Amanda thinks it’s fun to be with you as her older sister, just like you think it’s fun to be with me as yours?”
“I guess I never thought of it that way.”
“Remember, too, that Amanda is only six years old. I know it’s not easy to be patient with her. How do you think I feel sometimes having to share a room with her when she leaves toys all over the floor?”
Michelle finished gathering up the few things that were left lying around the room and placed them in the closet where Amanda kept her toys.
“I guess you’re right,” Candace said. “But why does it have to be so hard? It’s not easy to include her. You don’t have any trouble including her when you have your friends over.”
“That’s because I had you to practice on,” said Michelle.
“Me?” asked Candace.
“Of course. Don’t you remember when I used to have Jessica over, and you always wanted to play with us?”
“Yes, but most of the time I remember you including me.”
“And most of the time I didn’t want to. To me, you always seemed to get in the way, just like Amanda does with you. There were times that Mom gave me to spend with Jessica by myself, but there were also times that I had to include you. I didn’t like it, and it wasn’t easy, but I learned to enjoy having you around because I chose to enjoy it.”
“You mean I have to choose to want Amanda around?”
“You may not want her around, but when she is around, you need to look for ways to include her. I found that when I looked for ways that we could all have fun together, I had more fun than I realized I could have.”
“Maybe,” said Candace. “That’s easier said than done.”
“I’ll do my best to keep Amanda occupied while Amy’s here, if you like,” said Michelle. “I know that sometimes she gets a little carried away.”
“Would you? I would be so grateful,” said Candace with a sigh.
“No problem,” Michelle said. “I know what it’s like to be in your place.”
“Well, let’s go to my room and see if we can rescue Amy from the clutches of Curious George.”
Candace and Michelle entered the room where Amanda was just finishing reading to Amy.
“I’ve got another one called Curious George Goes to the Zoo. Would you like me to read that one to you, too?” Amanda asked Amy.
“I guess so,” said Amy, looking up as Michelle and Candace entered.
“Amanda, why don’t you let Candace and Amy decide what they’re going to do since Amy is Candace’s guest?” said Michelle.
“What are you girls going to do?” Amanda asked.
“We haven’t decided yet,” said Candace.
“When you decide, can I do it, too?”
“That depends on what it is,” said Candace.
“Amanda, why don’t we find something to do together in our room and then plan to spend time with Candace and Amy tomorrow?” said Michelle. “You’ll be getting your bath soon, and you wouldn’t have much time to spend with them tonight, anyway.”
Amanda sighed, “Okay, but it’s especially hard to have to go to bed early when Candace and Amy get to have all the fun.” She followed Michelle out of the room, Curious George dragging sadly behind.
Candace sighed. “At least she’s out of the way.”
The rest of the visit went smoothly enough as far as Candace was concerned. There were still times that she wished Amanda would go away, but she tried her best to be tolerant of the situation. Michelle helped out as much as she could by diverting Amanda’s attention when necessary, and Mrs. Palmer would occasionally step in when she saw that Amanda was trying to get her own way. But despite these times, Candace still felt annoyed by her younger sister’s presence.
“So, did you enjoy your visit with Amy?” asked Mr. Palmer after Amy had gone home Sunday afternoon.
“Yes, we had a great time. I was sorry to see her go. We had been planning the weekend for so long that it’s hard to believe it’s over already.”
“That’s the way it usually goes,” he said. “Were you able to include Amanda and Michelle in some of the things you did?”
“Sometimes. We had fun with Michelle, but Amanda was a real bother when she was with us.”
“I understand. I appreciate you trying to include her as much as possible.”
“It wasn’t easy. I don’t understand why she has to do everything I do. Michelle says I was the same way with her when I was younger, and I guess I still want to be like her in some ways, but I don’t bother her to death when she has friends over or try to do everything like she does.”
“That’s because you’re thirteen and Amanda is six. There’s a big difference.”
“I know, but sometimes I wish I had someone different for a younger sister – someone who wasn’t so irritating.”
“I don’t think Amanda is as irritating as you make her out to be. There are a lot of other younger sisters that you could have. If you really knew what some little sisters could be like, I think you’d be very grateful that Amanda is the way she is.
“At least she wants to be like you and copy what you do,” her father continued. “Right now it’s important for you to be a good example for her and make her feel accepted, like Michelle has done for you. It’s not easy being an older sister, especially to a very active younger one that likes to be in the center of everything, but I think if you give yourself some time, you’ll find that you’ll be grateful that Amanda is your sister.”
“What should I do in the meantime?”
“Thank God that you have a sister like Amanda, and begin to focus on her positive qualities. Try it for a while, even when it’s hard, and see if the Lord won’t help you change your perspective by it.”
“I’ll try,” said Candace, and she purposed in her heart that she truly would.
A week later, the Palmer family was at church sitting in their pew just before the service started. As Candace pulled out her notebook, she happened to look up and notice a new family coming in the door. They filed in and took a seat in one of the pews in the back. As she observed them, Candace noticed that they had a girl that looked about her age.
I’ll have to go over and introduce myself after the service, she thought.
As the service ended, Candace looked back again at the new family. It didn’t look as if they were going to leave right away, so Candace took advantage of the opportunity and went over to introduce herself to the new girl.
“Hello,” she said as she walked up. “I’m Candace Palmer. We’re glad you’re here today.”
“Thank you,” the other girl said. “I’m Janet Benson. This is our first Sunday here.”
“We’re glad you could come. Are you the oldest?”
“Yes. I’ve got four younger brothers and a younger sister named Grace.”
Candace glanced over at Janet’s little sister. She was standing on the pew, tapping violently on Mrs. Benson’s shoulder, trying to get her attention.
“Mama! Mama!” she cried. “When are we going to eat? I’m hungry and tired of being in this place!”
Candace winced at the volume of the little girl’s voice. She could be heard all over the room. Candace looked over at Janet and could tell that inwardly she was wincing, too.
Mrs. Benson ignored her daughter’s whining, and picked her up and brought her over to where Candace and Janet were standing.
“Could you please take her awhile?” Mrs. Benson asked Janet. “She’s starting to get tired, and we’ll hopefully be leaving in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Janet said quietly.
“Hold me, Janet. I’m tired of standing!”
Janet picked her sister up, who was quite a big girl for her age. As soon as she did, Grace wiggled out of her sister’s arms.
“I want to walk around,” Grace said.
“No, Grace, Mama said that you’re to stay with me.”
“But I want to walk around the church and play. There’s nothing to do if I stand here with you. Besides, you’re boring. I want to go over and see that little girl over there.” And she pointed to Amanda.
“That’s my little sister,” Candace said. “I can bring her over here to see you if you like.”
“No, I don’t want to go over to see her. She looks like a mean girl.”
“Why, Grace, that’s not a nice thing to say. You shouldn’t say things like that,” said Janet.
“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not Mama.”
With that, Grace broke loose from her sister and began to run around the sanctuary, nearly knocking over an older gentleman in the process.
Janet looked embarrassed and exasperated. “I don’t know what to do with her sometimes. She never listens to me or even to Mama. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, having a little sister yourself.”
Candace didn’t say anything. She definitely knew what it was like to have a little sister, even one that could be an irritation, but never did Amanda act like Grace.
Candace talked a few minutes longer with Janet, before Mrs. Benson called Janet over to help catch Grace.
“It was nice meeting you,” Candace said, as she went over to join her family again.
On the way home from church, Amanda spoke up. “Did you see that bad girl running around the sanctuary today?”
“I’ll say,” said Lucas.
“Was that the younger sister of the girl you were talking to earlier?” Michelle asked Candace.
“Yes. The older girl’s name was Janet, and the younger one’s name was Grace.”
“That’s a joke!” said Lucas. “I would have thought her name was Tornado.”
“She certainly was a handful,” Michelle said.
“I wouldn’t be a bad girl like that,” said Amanda.
“No, you wouldn’t, Amanda,” said Candace. “You’re a very good girl.”
“Am I?” asked Amanda.
“Of course,” said Candace. “You’re very well behaved, and I’m proud of you for being that way, too.”
Candace remembered what her father had said to her the week before. “I don’t think Amanda is as irritating as you make her out to be. There are a lot of other younger sisters that you could have. If you really knew what some little sisters could be like, I think you’d be very grateful that Amanda is the way she is. At least she wants to be like you.”
Candace felt a little hand slip into hers. She looked down to see Amanda leaning beside her.
“When I grow up, I want to be just like you,” Amanda said. “I want to wear glasses and have friends over and not ride in a car seat and do everything just like you do it.”
“Do you?” asked Candace, her heart beginning to melt.
“Yes,” said Amanda. “I want to be especially like you.”
Making The Most
I thought that I would share this article with you. I found it on The King’s Daughter Magazine. I hope that you can learn something from it! I did!
Making The Most
Laura-Lee Aardsma
Marissa thumped the last pot into the sink with a sigh. What had happened to Beth anyway? She was the one that was supposed to be rinsing. Somehow she had managed to leave the kitchen unnoticed.
It’s easier to do it myself rather than to chase after her, Marissa thought irritably, running the cold water over the soapy dishes. Why couldn’t the little kids just do what they were told?
Marissa wiped up the counters, and hung the dish towels on the pegs to dry. She sighed as she looked out the window. It was still raining, although it was beginning to slow down some. Heavy clouds hung over their house. It was dark and depressing outside, and Marissa’s mood wasn’t much better.
Shrieks from the living room brought Marissa away from the window and out of the kitchen.
“What is going on?” she demanded.
“We’re playing calf roping,” Trevor exclaimed joyfully. “I’m the roper and Gab is the calf.” He pointed to his younger brother whose leg was caught in a tight noose. “And Beth and Noelle are the audience. I thought Lynn would make a good calf, but she screams when I rope her.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good indoor game,” Marissa said, trying hard to be patient. “Why don’t you do something more quiet?”
“Too boring,” Gab quipped.
Marissa sighed and turned to go down the steps into the basement. If they wanted to play calf-roping, let them play. At least they were staying out of trouble.
Marissa groaned at the sight of the mountainous pile of laundry that greeted her in the semi-darkness of the basement. Why did her mother have to do errands on a wet and rainy day, and leave her stuck with all the work and a house full of restless kids?
Why am I stuck here in the first place? Marissa fumed as she sorted out a pile of light clothes and a pile of dark clothes. What’s the purpose, God? she cried out in her heart. I’m here doing the same thing every day for years, and no one even notices. Why can’t I be doing something that counts? Something that makes a real difference? I’m tired of preparing for the future; why can’t I get started living it?
Her thoughts were more jumbled and confused than the clothes that were now swirling in the washer.
Back upstairs Marissa was headed for the kitchen again when she noticed a trail of muddy footprints, starting at the back kitchen door, going through the dining room, and straight into the bathroom. Little puddles of muddy water mingled with one pair of little prints beside two pairs of bigger prints. Marissa groaned. She knew exactly what that meant. She hastened to the bathroom, wondering which of the children had dared to go outside while it was pouring rain.
Trevor and Gab looked up guiltily as she burst through the door. Lynn was sitting on the counter, her little feet stuck in the sink, both boys attempting to remove the mud that seemed to have become a permanent part of Lynn and her clothes. Puddles of muddy water were forming on the floor under the boys, and a puddle was quickly growing on the counter and dripping off onto the floor. Muddy hand prints adorned the wash cloth drawer, the door, and several places on the wall. Marissa stood speechless, surveying the wreckage.
“Me yuck,” Lynn said, looking very pleased with herself.
“It wasn’t our fault,” Trevor hastened to explain. “Gab and I went to play roping outside since you said it wasn’t a good inside game, and Lynn followed us out, and went swimming in the biggest puddle she could find. We had to go in and rescue her.”
“Yeah, we didn’t want her to get drowned,” Gab added.
Marissa wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.
“You shouldn’t have gone outside,” she said sternly, feeling extremely annoyed.
“But – ” began Trevor.
“But nothing.” Marissa didn’t let him finish. She sighed as she set to work cleaning up Lynn.
After all three of the children were washed and in clean clothes, Marissa plunked them all down on the couch, giving them each a book to read.
Armed with mop and bucket Marissa headed back into the bathroom. Her thoughts from earlier all came flooding back. What’s the point of going on like this? Why am I here continually being exasperated by these children?
Marissa squeezed the dirty water from the mop down the drain of the bathtub, wishing she could rid herself of all the confusion she felt just as easily.
Returning to the kitchen, Marissa glanced out the window, and saw the red flag of the mailbox was down. The mail had come!
Excitedly she donned coat and boots and splashed out to the mailbox. She opened the small box, and pulled out the large stack of envelopes, magazines, and catalogs. Sticking them inside her coat, she scurried for the house through the drizzling rain. After removing her coat and boots, she hastened to look through the pile of mail, stopping with an exclamation of delight at the sight of a pale blue envelope addressed in a feminine hand to herself.
Eagerly she tore open the envelope, and sat down at the table to enjoy a long letter from her pen-pal, Abigail, with whom she had been corresponding for several months. The letter began with bits and pieces of family news, and ended with several paragraphs that caught Marissa’s attention. She read, “I was interested to see from your last letter that you are struggling with some of the same things I have been over the last few weeks. May I share with you some of the answers I have found after much prayer and Bible study?
“You seem to be struggling with contentment with the circumstances God has placed you in. The first thing that really helped me was to realize that God really has placed me here. He knows what He’s doing, and even though it often seems like He does things I don’t like, I try to remember that His ways are far above my own.
“I had to ask myself, what is it that I truly desire? The reply that springs instantly to mind is: to follow God. Why is it then that I’m wishing for something new? God has placed me here; therefore I am following His will by being here; therefore I am doing what I truly desire.
“I too have felt that I’ve learned all there is to learn from living at home, and itch to put it to good use. But I wonder, are laundry and dishes, children and cooking, all there really is to preparing for the future? Perhaps on the surface, but if one digs a little deeper it is far more complicated. We have much more difficult things to learn yet. Think of all the patience, gentleness, forgiveness, servant’s spirit, joyfulness, self sacrifice, and grace that goes into being a Godly woman. I realize that these qualities are woefully lacking in my life. How thankful I am for this time to learn!
“We both have an opportunity to grow closer to the Lord and serve others, as well as prepare for the future, during this time.
“Don’t lose heart. God knows what He is doing! Let us not spend our time trying to figure out why, or wishing for something that is not ours, but instead let’s make the most of the time we are given now!”
Love in Him,
Abigail
“P.S. Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil. – Ephesians 5:15-16.”
Marissa set the letter down in a daze. She had no time to think on its contents, however, because Gab walked in just then.
“Did you get a letter?” he asked without much interest.
Marissa nodded.
“From Abigail?”
Marissa nodded again.
“We’re bored of reading books now,” Gab said next.
“What would you like to do instead?” Marissa asked.
Gab tilted his head to one side and considered her question. “I think we ran out of ideas,” he said finally.
“I’ll tell you what. You go get the blocks and I’ll go get Noelle and Beth and we’ll all build castles.”
“Well,” Gab said slowly, “I will, only if you let us have a battle afterward and try and knock over each other’s castles.”
“It’s a deal.”
The rain continued to patter on the windows, and the wind brushed the tree branches against the side of the house, but something had changed inside. The house was filled with the delighted shrieks of laughter from the children as they played with their big sister.
Marissa felt more at peace than she ever had before. The sun had broken in on the gloom and confusion. She had found the answers to her questions, and she meant to make the most of the time she was given from now on, no matter where she was. ©
Quiz
I took this quiz, and thought I would post it on my blog so you all could get to know me better. You can use the quiz questions if you want.
~~~~~~~~~~FOOD-OLOGY~~~~~~~~~~~~
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Olive Garden and Around The Clock.What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Chocolate!
What do you like on your toast? Jam and butter.
How many televisions are in your house? Only an old VCR player, so really, none.
What color cell phone do you have? Well mom has a pink one, and dad has a grey one, but I do not have one.
Are you right-handed or left-handed? Left handed.
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? No.
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? No.
How many pairs of flip-flops do you own? 1.
Last person you talked to on the phone? My grandma.
Last person you hugged? My little brother.
Season? Spring and summer
Holiday? Christmas
Day of the week? Sunday
Month? February and June.
~~~~~~~~~~~~CURRENT-OLOGY~~~~~~~~~~~~Missing someone? No.
What are you listening to? Music.
Worrying about? Nothing
What’s the last movie you saw? Kun Fu Panda with my brothers.
Do you always answer your phone? Most of the time.
Have you ever had a pet fish? Yes..
Favorite Christmas song(s)? The First Noel, We Three Kings, and Joy to the World.
Can you do a chin up? No!
Does the future make you more nervous or excited? Excited!
Do you have an accent? No. But I can talk with different accents.
Plans tonight? Maybe watching a movie.
Current hate right now? The pride that’s in my heart all too often.
Met someone who changed your life? Yes my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
What song represents you? Come, Thou Fount.
Would you go back in time if you were given a chance? Yes!
Do you have any tattoos/piercings? No.
What songs do you sing in the shower? None.
Ever had someone sing to you? My parents.
Do you like to cuddle? Yes, with my baby brother.
How fast can you run? Fast.
Have you held hands with anyone today? No.
Who was the last person you took a picture of? My little brother.
Are most of the friends in your life new or old? Some of each.
Do you like pulpy orange juice? NO!
What is something your friends make fun of you for? Nothing.
Have you ever ridden an elephant? No.
Do you like to play Scrabble? Yes!
What are you saving your money up for right now? A vacation!
When is the last time you ate peanut butter & jelly? A day ago.
What was the first thing you thought when you woke up? Hmm…..oh, that I wanted to go back to sleep! :O
Enjoy!
R.J.
