Well, my dad built the stantion and we’ve been getting her used to it. Yesterday we finally closed the head restraint. It went fine, except she pooped all over. This morning we tried to get some squirts, but that didn’t go well. she seems to be more ornery in the morning. She kicked and swatted her tail. Oh well. We’ll try again tonight.
“It’s not how God intended it to be.”
But there’s so many more than just me,
So how can that not be intentional?
How can people think we’re to blame,
For being different- not the same?
They make us feel bad:
Unnatural, crazy, mad.
They kill us cuz we’re different
Or make us kill ourselves.
What do we do? Lie about who we are?
Must we go that far?
We’re aching to be free,
Can’t they hear our plea?
Can’t we be who we really are?
Do we have to keep hiding?
They say we are all equal.
How can that be, when we don’t have freewill?
You can’t go to the bathroom,
You can’t marry a gay, or you’re doomed,
You can’t tell many people,
Cuz they’ll whisper cruel things behind your back.
So how can we be equal?
Do we have to cause such a fuss?
Can’t they just take us for who we are:
Just human people, like they are?
Instead of making us stand behind a bar?
Can’t they accept who we are?
I haven’t told you much about my family, so here it is:
I usually call her mom, mother, or mommy (she doesn’t like Mommy, so I just do it to annoy her). She is 43 and is soooooo great. She has a degree in Fine Arts and a degree in Archeology. She is a stay at home mom and has a pottery studio and gallery. She is currently writing a children’s book. We often go places to draw together and she is teaching me to throw on the potter’s wheel. She is a constant source of inspiration and strength for me.
My mom has shoulder length wispy hair that is getting silver at the temples. She is 5′ 3.5″.
I call him dad, and daddy, and sometimes a weird nick name that I make up on the spot. He is 42. He works part time at a co-operative, non-profit camp. He has a degree in Business, and English. He isn’t as much a part of my schooling, but he does everything my mom doesn’t want to do.Right now he is building a station for our cow…
He is 5′ 8″ and has curly dark brown slightly gray, hair. He writes some, I think he would write more if he had more time, but he doesn’t really, so he doesn’t write as much. He is our source of wisdom, if we have a mathematical problem, we ask him, if we need a grammar correction, we ask him. So yeah.
Then there is me…I’m 13. 5 feet tall…yep.
Then I have various imaginary friends and siblings that I make up when I’m bored. The oldest of which I made up when I was about 7.
Her name is Soupy (??!!) and she has one daughter named Lu-lu. Soupy is always at meetings, so I would have to baby sit Lu-lu a lot. Soupy has a sister named Soapy…who isn’t very fleshed out…then they have a female relative (how they are related, I never really figured out) name Hutchyville. Now the story behind that name is this: We have what is called a hutch, basically a shelf set with some drawers too. My mother called it the “Hutchyville”, for whatever reason. So that is where I got that name.
That draws to a close My Family blog. I hope you enjoyed it!
Just got back from vacation! woohoo!
The calf is getting bigger. The chicks are giant. Meg still won’t let us milk her.
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!
This happened today between a teacher and me, since I was registering:
him: then you can add Fencing!
Me:(makes face and shakes head)
Him: Only if there’s a cute guy.
me: (makes even worse face, shakes head)
Him: only if there’s a boy.
Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I only think about cute boys!!! GRRRRR.
We woke up at 6:45 with a new calf!! It is a chocolate color and is a girl!! She is sooooo cute!