Someone nominated my sister Deanna and me for the category of Best Homeschooling Teens Blogs. THANK YOU. Well you know what that means everyone follow the link in the picture and go vote for your favorite Homeschooling Teen Blog.

But remember this I DO NOT want you to vote for me because you don't know who else to vote for. Look at the list read, some blogs and find out who is Best Homeschooling Teen with a blog.

Happy birthday Gracie and Grandpa! My cousin Gracie turned 3 yesterday so here are 3 things about you:)

1. She is one of my sister Rachael best friends.
2. She is almost always happy.
3. She was named after Grandma Brown (Grace Carol)

Umm... since grandpa is over 50 I think I'll just do the name thing!

Spoils his surprise birthday/Chrismas gifts because he's too good at guessing!
Teases us a lot!
Every time we go to his house he requires that we kiss him (not that we have to be forced)
Very Pretty (but not as pretty as Grandpa C.)
Excellent tickler!

The pretty thing is a family joke.

Happy Birthday Grandpa!

This post is a little late but I just wanted to say that I think there has been a mistake. My birthday (April 6) is NOT only celebrating God blessing me with 12 years of life but also (if not only) that 1 my Mother worked so hard to raise me for 12 years. And that she sacrificed sooooooooooooooo much for me, THANK YOU MOM. Here is the most perfect poem for you:

MOTHER

By Edgar Guest

Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me
Never a thought of the joys that flew by;
Her one regret that she couldn't do more
Never a thought of the joys that flew by;
Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me,
Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I.
Oh, the long nights that she came at my call to
me!

Oh, the soft touch of her hands on my brow!
Oh, the long years that she gave up her all to
me!
Oh, how I yearn for her gentleness now!
Slave to her baby! Yes, that was the way of
her,

Counting her greatest of services small;
Words cannot tell what this old heart would
say of her,
Mother -- the sweetest and fairest of all.

And 2 it this is the 12th year that my Dad has worked so hard for me and the rest of our family day, after day, to have food and a bed and a roof to sleep under. THANK YOU DAD. Here is a poem for you Dad:

FATHER

By Edgar Guest

Used to wonder just why father
Never had much time for play,
Used to wonder why he'd rather
Work each minute of the day.
Used to wonder why he never
Loafed along the road an' shirked;
Can't recall a time whenever
Father played while others worked.

Father didn't dress in fashion,
Sort of hated clothing new;
Style with him was not a passion;
He had other things in view.
Boys are blind to much that's going
On about 'em day by day,
And I had no way of knowing
What became of father's pay.

All I knew was when I needed
Shoes I got 'em on the spot;
Everything for which I pleaded,
Somehow, father always got.
Wondered, season after season,
Why he never took a rest,
And that _I_ might be the reason
Then I never even guessed.

Father set a store on knowledge;
If he'd lived to have his way
He'd have sent me off to college
And the bills been glad to pay.
That, I know, was his ambition:
Now and then he used to say
He'd have done his earthly mission
On my graduation day.

Saw his cheeks were getting paler,
Didn't understand just why;
Saw his body growing frailer,
Then at last I saw him die.
Rest had come! His tasks were ended,
Calm was written on his brow;
Father's life was big and splendid,
And I understand it now.