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RedVelvetVenus
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Name: Kristen
Location: College Station, Texas, United States
Birthday: 3/16/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading
Teaching
Shopping
Anything PINK
Confections (I'm the girl who makes the strawberries)
Interior Decorating
Fashion
Europe*I've been everywhere minus Spain and France*
I love to cook!
Occupation: Education
Industry: Education
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  RedVelVetVenus
Member Since:
4/6/2005
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| I have had strep this past week and it has really took its toll on me. It was the first time I have been sick since last year with the whole minigitis thing. I love kids but if they would keep their boogers to themselfs I could love them even more. I think I was an easy target for strep with my stress levels being high with the whole trying to work/Abby's Baskets thing/ Ambrose Open House/ Building my 2 apartments/ and everything else in my life trying to go on at the same time making me very stressed and egdey. Edgey is that a word?!? Its probably a lot nicer way to put what most ppl would say I have been latly, and for that I apologize. I started talking to Chad again, I was glad we could still be friends and that he doesnt hate me. I enjoy talking to him so much becuase he actually listens and genuinly cares about things I care about and even if he doesnt he tries to just becuase he likes me, and that feels really good. I think I am going to live in the two bedroom side of the house now, even though I like the floor plan of the one alot better becuase the entire reason I went ahead with this plan was so I could have a washer and dryer and that would defeat the entire thing. I am going to invite Carah back over and get her opinion though. I got my chair upholstered, its Tangerine and Hot Pink of Course, I love it so much I just have to get the legs painted on it now. I dont think its half bad for something I found in the Trash! 
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It's hard to believe my little brother is now nine! | | |
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| My brothers father died today. He was sick for a long time and even though you know its coming, it still makes you feel gloomy inside. I did not have a good relationship with him, but I did have a little bit of respect for him because he was my brothers dad, and while my father was in prison and he and my mom was dating he did take care of my sister and I financially. Even though I feel my brother is better off, and the last time I saw Garrett I left mad because it was my birthday and I felt like his presence, and his comments towards me ruined my plans with my mom, I did cry today... Well writing this is making me cry again, but I am not sure why. The thing I hate about death is how when someone dies everyone says well he's in a better place now as if everyone gets to go to heaven, and as a person who knows the good news, I am thinking in the back of my mind, I really don't think he knew the lord. I find it really hard to believe even though I would really like to that Garrett in fact did go to heaven. It also bugs me that I feel like maybe I didn't do my job and share the good news with him, and now it possibly could be to late. Even though I think if I remember correctly that in Revelations its says that everyone dead will live again and get a second chance, but also growing up Catholic I think that might be the Catholic in my mind with the whole purgatory theory. I am going to have to look it up and see. I don't know why this is bothering me people close to me have died before, I think mostly because I am worried about my brother being so young, and also my mom who's already an alcoholic becoming worse to drown her sorrows. At this point she is doing well, but I don't think reality has hit her yet. I guess I just ask for peoples prayers for my brother and my mom. I don't compleatly understand if my deep thoughts and tears are for him or because I need to rethink how God might be feeling about my relationship with him right now as well... nothing like death to give you a rude awakening. I guess I could use a few prayers as well right now. | | |
| So Sean the sweetie decided he needed to tear apart the ruler he was using to make a word chart in my class today. It was one of those wooden rulers with the metal along the side. He, for some reason he couldn't tell me after the fact, wanted to pull out the metal strip off it, and as he almost pulled it out completely it sliced his finger so deep and thin. The poor little guy, his hand was blood soaked and by the time I had reacted it was all over mine as well. I was putting pressure on it and his eyes were tearing up so much and I said to him that's what you get for tearing up my stuff. At that moment he kinda dried his tears up and just took the pain like a little man, it was so precious, but in the back of my mind I was like oh dear God I'm about to be fired for saying what I did after he tells his mom on me. I didn't let him go to the nurse just held his little bleeding hand with pressure, and put a Band-Aid once the blood stopped gushing out everywhere and made him hold it over his head for half and hour. He seamed fine after I told him it was what he deserved and took the pain for what it was, but I really wish I wouldn't have told him that. I know being destructive is just something kids, boys mostly in general typically are, but I still wish I wouldn't have said it was what he deserved, it simply was a kid being a kid. | | |
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