Support Our Soldiers (and many other rants about the absurdity of our country)

I didn’t realize up till a few days ago, after watching The Hurt Locker, how much I and many other people took our soldiers for granted. Some even take their frustration with the fact that there even is a war, out on the soldiers. My dad said that once, when the soldiers were coming home, after risking their life to save our little ungrateful butts, a few peace obsessed people threw tomatoes and paint at them. That made me so mad…. And the irony! Don’t you see it? Peace, peace, peace, peace…..yet they throw things at the people who are trying their best to preserve and fight for our freedom. Would they rather us be peaceful- in other words, lay down our freedom and be slaves? Don’t they realize that we can’t sit down and talk to these people? Kindly ask them, “could you please not kill me?” and see how they react.
A little before July 4th, 2009, North Korea told America that they were going to test a missile– launching it in the direction of Hawaii, and if we did anything to intercept it, we would be declaring war…. Somewhere in there, I heard something about them obliterating the USA. I seriously got terrified, but my dad assured me that we had the power to stop it and went on to describe to me how if we spotted a tiny dot in the sky turning out to be a missile, we could shoot it down….And I forgot the details, but it was amazing, and we should definitely be thankful that we can be this safe and have this freedom.
The Hurt Locker is based around the bomb squad and their work in Iraq, 2004. Their job was to go to wherever a bomb was sighted- or even the least suspicion of a bomb being there- and to dispose of it. Sounds easy enough, no? But… Even the slightest wrong move, or even, as my dad told me, a cell phone call (apparently the terrorists could program it so as soon as they called this cell phone- BOOM, the bomb would go off) and the brave men/women, risking their life (as I have said before), will have been blown to smithereens.
Alright, so let’s say war is bad. I mean it is, but sometimes it’s necessary. I’ll get into that later. Let’s say that war is NOT necessary. Umm…I can’t say that.
War is necessary. Our enemies are not going to stop the bombs from killing us all, or refrain from taking us as slaves and working us until we all die. I exaggerate, but they obviously do not have their head on their shoulders if they’re blowing people- their own citizens as well- up!
I got in somewhat of a discussion with a girl on that famous website- yes, supersecret- and she said that war was bad. I said yes, but sometimes it was necessary. She said no. And as an example, she began, “what if someone dropped a bomb on your home and it killed all your family?” I think that she was trying to say- “what if we dropped a bomb on an innocent citizen’s home and killed all their family?” I said, “if someone did drop a bomb on my home, and killed all of my family, I would do everything in my power to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again, to other people’s family.”
Now in answer to what I think she was trying to say, I’ve worried about that as well, but my dad says (yes I talk to him a lot) that we don’t randomly drop bombs, we keep the innocent person’s safety in mind.
Now back to the irony…peace, peace, peace, yet we can kill our own children in the womb? Peace begins in the womb. Get that into your heads, people. Please!  If we can kill innocent lives in the womb, who don’t even have the ability to defend themselves, how could it possibly be wrong to fight for our freedom? To defend and protect our country? Yes, that’s what America does. How is that so evil? An even greater evil than abortion? I honestly don’t understand it. Please explain…..

Ecstasy (a kind of thrown together ramble about this summer and events to come!!)

Sorry I haven’t posted anything! I just haven’t really had anything to update y’all on.
But NOW, SO MUCH! Max is one year old, (coming up on 15 months- I’m behind, I know) he’s now WALKING, (just a few steps, but still!!) and I got tickets for a concert where Blink-182 (if you’re sensitive to bad words, don’t look them up! Haha) is playing. My mom’s taking me and my three friends.
Originally, Augie was sad about how she couldn’t go because no adult would take her- but then I asked my darling mother (no sarcasm there) and she said “maybe” and then seriously started considering it!! And even talked to my dad about it. They’re all as excited as me!!
When Augie and I called up Kembry and Claudia and asked them to come with us….Well, I just about went deaf! I told them to shush ’cause I needed my eardrums for the concert.  Needless to say, they all are in love with my mom, and Augie even said that if she were an elf, she’d make my mom shoes. Hahaha!
AND, my mom also gave me permission to highlight/dye my hair. And my friend gave me a straightener.  I’m one happy camper!
The concert is Sept. 4th and it starts at 2pm running until whenever Blink-182 (the last band on stage) decides to quit playing. 11ish?
Anyhowdy, that’s what’s up and new, and….How was your summer?
Mine was HOT, and work filled! I got a job. I help out with my parent’s business. Cool, huh? Actually…it sounds cooler than it really is. I only get 10%- and we’re talking cleaning houses.  Hahaha- fun! But now I’ve got the bug and it’s torture to come home to our dirty home…I’ve cleaned the bathrooms and kitchens twice. Then they get used and they’re dirtier than they were before.
Anyway, I can’t think of anything else to say, but there’s so much.
I grew taller. Kinda. OK, not really. A fourth of an inch.
Our camera broke and we found out about it the day my friend straightened my hair- yeah, it was a big deal and then we can’t take pictures!  We haven’t fixed it, but we bought another one. And I’m in love with it!  I’m also in love with our new car. Yes, new car! I can’t believe I forgot to mention that! It’s amazing. A 2005 Kia Sedona, with AC, a radio/CD player (my dad already broke the CD player) and the very back seats recline! I can’t wait to take a road trip in it.
My new favorite smileys are: O_O and ^_^. Both cute, don’t you think?
I found out that my mom’s best friend from 7th grade likes blink-182, and only lives 3hrs away from us, so she and her son (my age- taught me how to blow raspberries when I was three- haha) are planning on driving out to see them with us. It’s going to be fun and full of Blink-182!
My cousins are moving out from VA, and I might be their new babysitter!
Happiness is Overrated- says The Airborne Toxic Event. (Song title- I’m a little weird, I know)
Alright, my sister is bugging me to let her go on the computer, and I’ve got Max asleep on my chest, so I’m going to go……sit on the sofa, after plugging my mp3 player into the speakers so I can listen to all of my fave songs….. Yes I’m a music fanatic. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you even did get this far!!) and for reading my blog and putting up with my randomness and weirdness and…MEness, haha.
Love you all!

~Eva

PETA has turned pro-life

http://hamptonroads.com.nyud.net/2009/06/peta-wishes-obama-hadnt-swatted-fly

My 10 Goals for the Summer

1: learn how to ride my skateboard

2: expand my..uh..musical knowledge (believe me, its very minimal)

3:  clean my room

4: be somewhat nice to my family (its harder than it sounds)

5: learn how to play the guitar

6: read more

7: write more

8: blog more

9: try not to be such a loser….

10: complete at least ONE of these goals…

Size Matters aka The Boastful Mouse

“I’m not scared of anything!”
Said the mouse who was very small
“You people keep telling me I’m tiny
What are you talking about? I’m one inch tall!
Besides, size doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter, no not at all!
Look at that elephant
How scared he is of me
All I have to do is shout
And he’ll run away-see?
I’ll bet that lion would do the same thing
Just run away cowardly!”
And saying this, the mouse trotted away
And bade us follow him
To where his prey lay
The lion licked his lips
The mouse’s fur turned gray
“What’s the matter?” he cried
“Why aren’t you running away?”
And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you
What happened to that mouse so small..
Maybe I just ought to warn you
You see, size does matter..it matters to all.

Boredom (and stuff)

Well, my dad says boredom is good for me, but I’d like to disagree.
Boredom is NOT good for me. At all. Nope, not even in the slightest bit. It’s too boring. Boredom is boring. You do get what I’m saying, don’t you?
What my dad is trying to say (but not saying very well) is that I should never be bored because boredom is bad for me. Being bored proves that I have been too entertained.
For instance, I was watching a lady wander mindlessly in the streets in an old French film…I said it was a little boring and a little pointless…Dad said I was spoiled.
I’m not spoiled!! Or I might be so spoiled I can’t even tell that I’M spoiled!! Oh no!!
But seriously, how many people my age can say they know who Cary Grant is? How many people my age can say that they’re infuriated by the fact that in 1999, Humphrey Bogart was nominated the greatest male star by the American Film Institute.  I mean, come on!! Cary Grant SO deserved to be the greatest male star, not the second!
Ah, am I boring you?

Good luck staying away from boredom this summer!

My latest reads, and a little rambling…

I’m reading a few books right now, and I thought it’d be nice to share the titles with you. . I’m nice, huh?
For my birthday, my dad got me Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton, and I am in the middle of the second chapter…It’s a tad hard to understand, but when you do, its like a whole world is opened up in front of you..”Yeah!! I totally get it now!!” haha.
I’m also trying to read Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis.
Impressive, huh? To tell you the truth, I’m getting burnt out on small print. I open up an Agatha Christie and go “pffffft!!!!” tehe, I guess I’m getting spoiled!
Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve gotten addicted to this stupid website, and I can’t stop going on it! I’ve been a bad blogger. .
But seriously, I haven’t had anything nice to talk about!! So now I’m bragging.
I’M READING CHESTERTON!!!!!! .
I think my brain takes little breaks, cuz every once in a while I find myself asking a really stupid question like, “squids have EYES?!!” or “we have a GOVERNOR?” and the latest, “my name’s EVA?!” haha I’m joking about the last one…. Or am I?
Needless to say, my brain is taking one of its stupid and necessary breaks right now, cuz I can’t seem to do anything productive except play on the computer… Which isn’t productive, so it don’t count!!
Anyways…. I’m feeling too productive. Don’t want that, do we?? Didn’t think so.
Bye!
–Eva
PS I’m really sorry this is so lame.

Good News and Bad News

Using a method I learned from this post, I will proceed to tell you my news.
The bad news is, I won’t be able to have computer a lot this week, because my Grandparents are coming in town, and I have to clean up the house and get ready.
The good news is, my Grandparents are coming in town.

I’m really excited, because I haven’t seen them in FOREVER!!!! Gosh, I can’t wait!
But I don’t get computer time…. That sort of tames the happiness! LOL.
Haha… Hehe… Hoho…. Huhu… Hihi….. Bye-bye!!!

Easter Sunday

My family isn’t the best at going to bed early, or waking up early. Or even getting anywhere early, for that matter.
So we went to bed late last night, but the Mass wouldn’t wait for us, and we had to get up anyway. My siblings weren’t too happy about it, and it took a lot of threatening to get them up! We got to Church on time, and found a seat in the back, (behind some really tall people… How’s that for my self esteem?!) and we sat through the Mass. Well, I did. Chet fell asleep, Greta was acting like she would, and Max fell asleep in Mom’s arms. I was the only one who was semi awake. Even my mom and dad were nodding off.
So yeah, this story has no point to it. Just saying what a good Easter it was, and how fabulous I felt! We’re going to my Grandparent’s house in a few minutes… We don’t know what kind of meat we’re having, but I’m happy as long as it’s MEAT! (The Fridays during Lent were utter TORTURE for me–a meat-a-holic) Mom joked that we were going to have Tofurkey… Good thing I didn’t believe her, or else I would have had a heart attack and I wouldn’t be writing to you and sharing my exciting story! .

Happy Easter!!!!!!!!

I miss my little Max (poem)

I miss my little Max
He’s growing up so fast!
Ten months already
In four, he’ll be eleven, I’m not ready!
He now has four teeth
Which he uses for biting me
Another one is popping in
Another tooth! Imagine it!
Max loves peek-a-boo
It’s his new fav activity–well, crawling too.
His hair has grown kinda long and curly
Mom says she’ll never cut it! But it’s not too girly.
Max is crawling now! He’s crawling really fast
One minute he’ll be behind me—the next, past.
His personality is really shining through
He laughs a lot, crawls everywhere, pulls my glasses, too.
He’s starting enjoying riding on our horse
“Of course its not a real one,”  I say with remorse.
Just two months ago, I was going to put up a post
But then I started procrastinating, so here’s your burnt toast.
I guess I have nothing more to say–but Max really loves his dad
He reaches for him everyday, but not when he’s mad.
He’s trying to pull my nose off right now, so typing’s really hard
But he’s grabbing stuff of the desk, so I’m on my guard.
I’m going to add pictures now, so my poem must end
Sorry it’s kinda lame, I didn’t get to write it in pen.
All these pictures are a reflection of my master photography
Don’t say anything please, just humor me!

Happy Easter!!
(just to let you know, so you won’t be confused, the “captions” are on the BOTTOM of the picture!!!)

Max–  9 months.

Max—8 months. Posing for me with a blue headband on!! (I wanted to see how he’d look as a girl. )

Max–10 months. If Jesus was on THAT cross, he would’ve drowned.

Max–around the age of 9 or 10 months. Look, you can see his two front teeth! CUTE! (sorry the picture’s not flipped–my dad’s computer is WEIRD sometimes!)

Max!!!! Peeking out from under Mom’s arm, as she tries to type.

Max? No, me! Around 6 or 7 months, I think.