Compassion

I should never go on the compassion website. It makes me want to sponsor more little ones. I already sponsor 2 little boys Joel and Loukmane, and have a third boy, my correspondent child, Robert, but looking at the hundreds of children who need sponsors just tears my heart into bits.

This morning I was on the compassion.com site, and I came across this little boy named Jorge from Ecuador.  His profile said he was crippled in one arm, but he still had the most beautiful smile on his face! I wish I could sponsor him so bad! But I'm confident that with that darling smile on his face he is going to get a wonderful sponsor! If somebody out there in the blog-o-sphere is thinking about sponsoring a child, I hope you'll take a look at Jorge. He's 6 years old and his birthday is in just 2 days!! Wouldn't that be a wonderful birthday present for this precious little boy? Here is the link to sponsor Jorge http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/child-biography.htm?needKey=EC5930350
Please take a look and I hope you'll make the decision to sponsor a child today, whether it is Jorge or another little one, I know some little one out there will love you forever for your decision to sponsor them! If you can't financially sponsor a child, Compassion has a great correspondence program! Its definitely a win-win situation. You don't have to put out financially if you can't afford it, AND you get ALL the letters!! :) 

All for now everybody :) I'll post again soon!

xo Lisa

Opening Up

Alright, I'm opening my blog to the public, finally. After over a year of me not-so-faithfully writing in it, I'm going to share my inner thoughts (lol!) with the general public haha. I should have lots to blog about tonight, depends on how long I feel like typing for though haha.
So, without further adieu, I'll get started on my blog for tonight.
First off, I started to sponsor a little boy from Burkina Faso named Joel Nakoulma. He is six years old and I'm very excited to start my relationship with him and to learn about him and know him as he grows physically, mentally, and in his faith.
Next, I have been searching, for some time now, for a cozy little house for me to move into and call my own. I found one tonight. Showed it to my parents who said they would take a look this week. I was pumped. On cloud 9. Thrilled. And just about everything in the book. Till they said they would give Gaynelle a call. Gaynelle, being my cousin. I was like "um. wtf do you need to call her for?" to which they replied, she wants to rent from us. I was LIVID, and promptly flipped out at them. "So, I've been wasting my time, looking for a house for SOMEONE ELSE to live in? You've GOT to be joking." They weren't. Countless nights I have laid in bed, searching for a house that was close by and cheap and well, perfect for me. And all this time I've really been looking for Gaynelle. Not impressed.
Third, I called out John's girlfriend Cindy, about their little "joke" they played on me. She meant every word she said. So I said, great, well, have a good life, bitch. Then I messaged my brother, and informed him that I had had my heart broken one too many times by him, and I would no longer be dealing with the bullshit he pours out at me, and until further notice, I am an only child. *Please submit all applications to be my new big brother to my facebook account :) Rules are as follows: you must not break my heart, you must not say nasty things about my family, you must act like a big brother and not like a 24/7 asshole.*
Fourth, I am planning on breeding my rabbit, Thumper this summer and I am a) looking for a suitable buck to breed her with, and b) looking to see how many people would possibly be interested in a bunny :) Thumper may possibly be up for sale after the breeding and birth as I am looking for a tamer pet who allows me to handle it. ( I need a cuddle buddy)

One Cruel Joke

So, for the last two months-ish, my brother and his girlfriend have been playing one horribly cruel joke on me, and I felt I had to blog about it to "get it off my chest" per say. Around November 22nd ish, John's girlfriend, Cindy, messaged me bitching about me consoling what I believed to be my brother's broken heart. He was upset (or so I thought) and had said she was gay, and Cindy thought that I believed she was. So she decided I wouldn't be allowed to be a part of the twin's lives anymore (the twins being my nieces.) and nor could my father, and she proceeded to speak cruel words about my father. I replied and tried to be gentle in my words, in hopes that whatever I had said or done to vex her would be forgiven. It didn't happen. We fought for a few days, her with nasty words, me with gentle words and ending with God Bless you, trying to soften her heart a little. Eventually I became angry and vexed at her myself and threatened to make sure all dad's friends could see the words she had written about him, and had their chance to say cruel things about her. I never followed through with my threat because I didn't want to become like her. She then blocked me, from her profile as well as her childrens accounts, which made me heartbroken to know that I couldn't talk to my nieces whenever I chose.
I continued to talk to my brother through this, and we had our fights, and on Wednesday, he deleted me as a friend on facebook, after I confronted him about his relationship status as being "It's complicated" and he responded with he was only looking for sex. When I growled at him for deleting me, he told me to relax, that this whole thing was just a joke, and that he and Cindy were just peachy.
That hurt me deep. I couldn't, and still can't, understand why someone would do that, and how they found that process funny, when I had to suffer so badly.
Tonight I confronted my brother about the matter, but he has yet to respond. TOmorrow I will go after Cindy, as I feel I deserve and explanation for all this nonsense.

thumper

I bought a bunny tonight. Her name is Thumper, she's a four month old dwarf cross, and she's some cute. But I'm not allowed to have her. Why? I don't know. I don't deserve a reason I guess because nobody would give me one. Not a real one anyways. "We're not allowed farm animals" -She's a rabbit for crying out loud! Not a horse! "The neighbors might complain" -over a fucking caged rabbit? They *really have issues if they complain over a rabbit who is in a cage, not in their gardens. "You cant take care of a pet! Look at your fish!" -the water is clean. the fish are fed, and obviously healthy.
I don't understand what the deal is over a dwarf rabbit. I didn't even get a shot at proving myself to them. All they care about is the fact that there are a couple clothes on the floor, and that i don't have my license yet. Every day it's the same thing. "Get your license. Get your license." its like a damned broken record that i can't turn off.
I love the fact that i am not mature and responsible enough to take care of a rabbit, but they want to get me a house. Because that's soo much easier to take care of than a rabbit. Ugh! I just want to cry somedays. It hurts my head.

FML

Too much stuff has been going on lately. I'm just tired of it all.
First off, Hayden dying drained my energy for a few days, and then my dad had to have surgery this week, yesterday actually, and i'm just so drained from that, with the stress of the surgery first of all, and then people coming at me from all directions wanting me to pass on their well wishes and love and prayers and all that and i just cant keep up with it! and i'm so busy right now anyways, with school, and volunteering for the Salvation Army, and it looks like i'm going to be getting a job next week or the week after, and Christmas is coming up, and I'm trying to get everyone bought for for that, and I'm just so tired. all i want to do is go home. I NEED to go home, but I'm going in (hopefully) two weeks for a Christmas vacation. I'm so tired. so very tired and sleep doesn't seem to help, and i don't get enough to begin with, and the kid next door yelling all night sure don't help me to get more.
Life right now is not working in my favour. Besides all that, my best friend here has swine flu, although he is getting better, i drove home with him on friday, and he had it then, so i've been exposed so that makes matters worse too because if i get it, well, i'm just fucked because i can't go home and infect my father right after he has heart surgery.
fml.