Happy Fathers Day!

Fathers Day....just another day on the calendar, but a day to remember fathers. I am horrible and never remember these little "holidays."

My father wasn't someone who would want a big show of a day just for him. He wasn't flashy or self-centered. He was a man that was proud, honest, and very family- and faith-oriented. I have learned many things from my father over the years. A lot of what I have learned has been what not to do in life or how not to treat people, but I also learned quite a few lessons. One of the most important and relavent lessons my dad taught me was to work hard. No matter how good or bad of a job you had, you should always do your very best. If your job was to clean up cow poop, be the best poop cleaner ever. I have taken this lesson with me in life. As all my fans know by now, I am just returning to college so that I can find a career that I will be good at and enjoy. Over the last ten years, I have had a lot of not so nice jobs. Even though they aren't glamorous, I always try to do my best and try to make changes to my job to improve what I am doing. I hope it has paid off in the long run.

Another lesson my dad taught me was the importance of family. No matter where life takes you, however bad it gets, you always have family. Many times I have not gone to parties, to bars, or whatever else other people are doing-if it involves a conflict with something going on in my family. Sure, I've skipped out on reunions or little parties here and there-but I always try to put my family first. This also includes my extended family. In the recent years, I have learned how important it is to have my extended family and I have developed a deep respect for them. I got an email from my aunt today. She recently had knee surgery and had some problems with it. While she was dealing with that, her daughter was diagnosed with breast cancer. She helped her daughter through the chemo. She wrote to me that she wanted to be the one going through it and not watch her daughter-even though she is well over 40-go through all that pain and suffering. My aunt's husband died from cancer about two years ago. She has been through a lot. I can only keep her and her family in my prayers because I don't know what else to do for them other than to be there and be supportive.

Glitter Hands, Glitter Hands-Razzle Dazzle

Some days, wouldn't it be great to go back to being a kid? The days when you never thought summer would come, and when it finally did-you never sat still. I miss being able to explore the farm whenever I want or go for a bike ride to see if any of my friends are home. I used to go to the pool every single day and almost every single evening. The days were long and fun, and the possibilities were endless. I had no worries being a kid-well, except for the normal kid worries of making sure no one is mad at me or that I have cool friends. I would love to give up all the responsibilities in my life and let someone else do all the worrying and making sure bills are paid, food is cooked, and all I have to do is play instead of work. I wish I could do that all with the knowledge of what I know now.

Oh, to have three long wonderful, fun-filled, worry-free months!