Discontinued.

Unfortunately we don't put up as many posts as we should. We're just not keeping up with it. So, for those of you who follow us, we're sorry but we are discontinuing this blog.
We'd like to thank you for reading though. So, thanks! (:
~Native, Black, and Mexican

Tired of being poor.

I love my parents. Just thought I'd get that out there before I started.

When we lived in Miami, OK. I never thought of us as poor, middle class, or any of that junk. I just thought we lived the way regular people did, just with a little more restrictions, which I was okay with. It was easier times. Then we moved to a big school, where some people were poor, some middle class, and most REALLY well off.


That's when I realized that we didn't have much money. We moved into a home improvement project, that to this day (4-5 yrs later) are still not done. Why aren't they done? Because, we don't have the money to fix them, and my dad is a truck driver...so he's not home much to even bother. Thank goodness for college!



I am so glad that I'm in college and trying to succeed. I'm going to have an actual career! I'm going to make money and be independent! Which is what my parents want...and what parent wouldn't want that for their kids??

-Native

GOD

Every day I am astounded by the sheer reaction to those three letters in that order.
G
O
D
The word that changes worlds.
And hearts.
Wars
Salvation
Tragedy
Shelter
Poverty
Prosperity.
I am confounded everyday by the thought of our God.
Not that he is real or what hes created or what he allows and what he causes.
Because I, a finite nothing will never understand God.
I am consumed at the sight of how man has corrupted what hes given them.
He created a beautiful planet; we've nearly destroyed it.
He's given us knowledge; we choose to deny his very existence with it.
He's given us life; we've decided its okay to destroy it before it begins through abortion.
He has given us great nations and prosperity; we kill and steal everyday, locally and in War.
He has given us love; yet every day people protest the right of gay marriage.
Not trying to be intense.
But WHAT HAPPENED!?
Why does this world choose to deny the greatest love in the world?
G
O
D

I know this is a fun blog...
But I'm just kinda sad today.
Sorry......



~Black

FOR TOO!!

For too!!! For too if your wondering what for too is, it is MY bad grammar. lol. well every time i text or talked i would use for too instead of "so I or so". And my friend Black, would always get on to me, for too my bad grammar lol. And now my two other friends Andrew (who we left out of the blog) Caleb, and also Black, now use it as a common phrase all the time. For too now we have all made a pact that all of us at our weddings will say "for too" instead of "I do"!!!

FOR TOO, bye

~Mexican

School

School starts in like 3 weeks!!! what?????????

10th grade..

nuf said...

I guess that it all boils down to how committed to the future you are.

I AM don't get me wrong,

its just the thought of deciding what i have to do someday now!!!!!!!

I like to live free! :)

~Black

Work Story (Names have been changed and story has been sensored.)

I went to work yesterday and found that my boss, Sharron, brought her 9 year old daughter, Anne, to work, which is not a big deal. Anyway, she told her daughter to go in the other room where I was working and read her book while she was in a meeting. When she came in there, she sat down and started reading her book. She looked a bit shy so I started talking to her. Then, I let her help me rinse off some pens that had candy on them, which required going to the lady's room and using the sink. That didn't take long at all.
After everything was done in the room, I went back to my office, which I share with a co-worker called Betty. Then I started to put a new anti-virus program on my computer, and Anne complained that she was bored. I told her that I was sure it would be okay if she played on her moms computer until she got back from her meeting and Betty agreed. So, she went in her moms office and got on the computer. She came into our office about 3 or 4 times to complain that she was bored, grab a piece of candy, and we would send her back to Sharron's computer.
When Sharron returned from her meeting, she went to her office to discover Anne scrunched in the corner. Betty and I heard the entire conversation:

Sharron: "Why are you scrunched in the corner like that?"
Anne: "Mom, I think I peed my pants."
Sharron: "What? Are you serious?!"
Anne: "Yep."
Sharron: "Stand up and turn around!"
*Pause.*
Sharron: "OH MY GAWD! It's all over your pants and shoes! We brought you an extra shirt, I didn't think I'd have to bring extra pants! Why didn't you go to the bathroom?!"
Anne: "I didn't know where it was."
Sharron: "You didn't think to ask anyone?!"
Anne: "I asked Betty to take me, but she didn't."

Then she came into our office.

Sharron: "Betty, Anne said she had to go to the bathroom and you didn't take her."
Betty: "No! I promise, she just came in here a few times and said she was bored!"
Me: "Yeah, she didn't mention one time that she had to use the bathroom."
Sharron: "Oh, really?"
Betty: "Yeah, no joke."
Me: "If she had to go, she could have, because I showed her where the bathroom was."
Sharron: "Oh, reeeaaally... ANNE! DID YOU HEAR THAT?! NATIVE SAID SHE SHOWED YOU WHERE THE BATHROOM WAS!"
Anne: "I couldn't find it."

After that, Sharron made Anne go to the bathroom (which she easily found) and put a big t-shirt on. When Anne came back:

Sharron: "Did you clean out your underwear?"
Anne: "No, I just didn't put them back on."
Sharron: "Well, we have to go to Walmart. I hope we don't see any of your friends."
Anne: "Hahaha."
Sharron: "I'm glad you think this is funny, cuz, you're grounded when we get home!"
*Pause.*
Sharron: "Oh, my! WHERE did you pee?!"
Anne: "Umm...I was sitting at your desk."
Sharron: "I have a FABRIC CHAIR! Now I have PEE IN MY CHAIR! AND YOU HAVE PEE IN YOUR SHOES! Oh, crap! There's a computer guy coming to the office today to look at my computer! Now I have to put a note on my chair for him not to sit in it! Betty, please tell him it wasn't me..."
Betty: "I'll tell him what happened."

The entire time I was holding in my laughter! I mean, what 9 year old kid pees their pants and on top of that lies about the reason?!

-Native

Grounded

Why do parents ground their kids? I never thought,"Oh, I can't go to the movies? I'll listen to you more mom and dad!!" No.... I secretly thought I wish I could burn the house down... ( I have problems I guess.) And right now Mexican is grounded. Why you ask? Because he was half an hour late when he got home from mini golf......
When I'm a parent.... IF I'm ever a parent, I'll simply hit my kids. Because I'm a good patriotic American!



I DON'T Beat kids!!




..................much


~BLACK!