I’ve just made, well a month ago, a new theory. If we added all the money that members of the Family have spent at Ross we might have enough to own the place. Okay, maybe not quite yet, but give it another 10 years. I shop there. Everyone I know shops there. It’s the cool store, cool name brand clothes, for dirt cheap. So maybe they’re not as cheap as dirt, becuase dirt is free.
After Wordstock I stopped at Ross for a quick peak. Before you label me as “worldly” I went with a friend, she needed to get something. I had nothing better to do, and no money, so I went along. I started to browse in the shirt department, and I was astonished to see most of the shirts that I had just seen on girls at Wordstock on the racks. Strange. So that is what gave me the idea for this theory. Another reason why I think us Family people shop there is because it’s the cheapest out of the two stores it competes with, TJ Max, and Marshalls. I happen to like Marshalls selection of clothing better, at least it is in my area it has the better stuff, but it’s more expensive, so therefore I am left with Ross as my only choice. Poor missionary, needing cool stuff, to be a cool missionary?

Imagine, a 90’s world stuck in the 80’s, your clothing being sparkly silver plastic, and being forced to wear a triangular sticker somewhere on your body. Everyone conformed to listening to rock/pop/jazz/salsa/every musical style mixed together to form one new one style…mixyrock. Alright I just finished watching The Apple. It was supposedly one of those movies that everyone saw when the were younger, part of the circuit videos. But I wasn’t around during that time so it was a first for me. It was scary and freaky yet strangely cool. The costumes were down right freaky,the dancing was definatly musical quality, but the undertone comedy was quite funny. Other news. Did a carwash today. Quite fun and peachy. 73 cars were washed and I washed aprox. 60 of those cars tires. Which there is 4 tires per car, meaning that I washed 240 tire wheels. SWEET!

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from the wrong
Choices, drugs, relationships, and problems
I thought I could but I couldn’t
Tried but I didn’t
I was too young

I thought that by my birth things would change
That I could change you, remold you
Cause you to take a different road
But I didn’t

Even through all this:
Barely knowing you
Living most of my life without you
I still remember:
Your laugh
You smile
The times we went out to see:
Seseame Street
The Power Rangers
Disney World
The times we traveled on:
The subway
The bus
The car
The days of getting me ready for:
School
Dance class
Parties

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most
Those four years
The lonely nights
The lonesome days
But especially that one night
I wish I was there now
To comfort, to hold you

It’s been hard growing up without you
Without really knowing who you were
Without you watching me grow
In life
In love
In maturity
But I know your up there in heaven
Smiling down
Watching me
Laughing with me at my stupidities
Crying when I do
Being the ear at need even though your gone

I know you’re in a better place now
And I will always love you
My friend
My Mother

Cherryn Love (1960-1999)

Life is not one uniform laiden sky loaded with weeping clouds; the darkest horizon is rainbow-spanned; the bright spots outnumber the dark. Life is not all music in the minor-far less a clash of discord and dissonance. It is rather made up of blended harmonies.

Here’s a nifty poem I came across today. And if anyones happens to read it, please comment so I can see if you understand it’s niftiness.

And shimmering up in a quivering waves of heat.
In yellow golden white hot hungry tongues
Flaming up and flickering apart
In solid orange-red sheets
And shooting upward
Turning
Turning evil red
Black-hot char
On a warm gray bed,
Fire
-John Coblentz