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Today was Mother's Day, and like every Mother's Day, the speakers at church talked about mothers.... more specifically their mother's.  In both talks they mentioned how their mother's have always been there to help them, support them, and to be there to fix their boo boo's.  I though it was true, but cliche. 

In the evening I had to go to a church meeting in Mission Valley.  While I was there, cut my leg on a chair.  After the meeting was over I drove home.  As I ate dinner I asked my mom if she had anything to clean my scrape.  She and Charmaine ran around gathering things to clean it up.  While I ate dinner my mom rubbed my cut with rubbing alcohol, applied Neosporin, and placed on a bandaid.  I thanked her and she gave me a kiss.

...and I realized that even now, at 24, my mom still fixes my boo boo's. 

Letter to Sister Buel

American Sayings

Charmaine and I were talking to my mom the other day and she used the saying,

"Why buy the cow if you get the milk for free?" 

We laughed because the last time she used that saying she got it totally wrong with,

"If you're getting free milk, then why committ?"

... it's the right idea, but the wrong everything else. 

We recited her famous butchered saying, and she immediately corrected us. 

We informed her, "That's what you said last time." 

"Well... same O, same O."

Time Lapse

It's been a long while since I've written a real blog update thing. There's a good reason for that though... I have nothing to update.  Nothing that requires a lot of detail anyway. 

I am currently trying to type correctly with the right hand placements and everything.  I am terrible at this though! I'm a keyboard looker and I use about 6 fingers when I normally type. I feel like my typing is peppier that way. Ahh.. and now I know why people get carpal tunnel! This hurts! Who thought of this?! I'm using the delete button a lot too... I'm going to type without looking OR deleting.  Here we go...

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Ok, that wasn't even readable... and my wrists hurt.  Good luck trying to figure out what that was about!

I lied when I said there was nothing to update.  I have been pretty busy... I just don't think there's anything worth writing about.  It's all business stuff... work, planning, etc.  I get bored just thinking about it... I don't want to bore you with writing it.

Currently on my mind: I miss having a friend to spend time with.

My friend Jane moved earlier this month... March 6th to be exact.  Charmaine and I spent a lot of time with her.  It was nice to share a friend with my sister.  Neither of us felt left out.  Charmaine and I are good friends as a pair.  We're terrible friends on our own.  I am very uncomfortable on my own.  I feel very uninteresting by myself.  Charmaine brings out the more outgoing side of myself because 1) I'm comfortable around her, 2) I feel like even if i look like an idiot in front of strangers or acquaintances at least she knows I'm joking, 3) We play off each other pretty well.  ANYWAY, my point was I miss looking forward to seeing somebody that I love (people besides my family, of course).  I miss having a friend besides my sister.  I like learning new things about people.. and I know about everything there is to know about my sister and she knows just about everything about me.

My friend, Amber, was once talking to me about love... I was just listening really.  I had nothing to add besides stupid remarks that were supposed to be funny.  Anyway, she was talking about how love is unique to each individual... that there is no set formula for love because different things work for different people.  She thought there shouldn't be a "Book of Love" because it's different for everyone.  I told her she should write a book about it..

This week as I was driving around my mind went back to that.  I wondered what my own book of love would be about.  What is my take on love?  My thoughts weren't about romance or being "in love", rather they were thoughts on love in friendship... or even love of fellowmen. 

Some people are very careful with the way they throw love around.  They hold on to it waiting until they find someone worth loving to give their love to.  They do it expecting to get love in return, but then are disappointed and hurt when they feel they are getting less love then they are giving. 

I'm not sure if I get that.  Why can't you just offer love with the expectation of getting nothing back?  You don't need to ration your love... it's not like you only get a certain amount your whole life.  Plus, if you don't expect to get anything back you won't feel that bad if they seem take your love lightly.  You should be glad that you love anyone at all.  I mean, it helps when someone returns the love because love only increases. 

Well... my thoughts didn't go past that point because I reached my destination by then.  I'm a very deep thinking driver.  I'm amazed I haven't gotten into an accident over it... especially since deep thinking makes me sleepy.

I need to curly my hair and wear black tomorrow because Michelle said so.  I need to look my best for the club picture tomorrow.... or today, I guess.

After Thought: I see this new little option that says "Publish this entry to your Facebook profile"... normally I write these entries only viewable to Nadia because she's probably the last person on xanga, but I'll try it out for the sake of trying it out.