Why I couldn't date a vegetarian

I was eating lunch the other day, and I realized all my entire meal was meat. Not just the main entre, but the entire meal. Everything had meat. Meat on meat, if you will. And, at that moment, I realized that I could never date a vegetarian, it wouldn’t work, ever. They would be offended always. I would eat way too much meat in front of them. We would have discussions like, "babe, maybe you should just try to go one meal without eating meat, just one a day." And, I would say something like, "uh, yeah no. That will probably ruin my entire day. I can’t because I value my mental health." Or we would have conversations about the rights of animals, and I would undoubtedly make some snarky remark about finding joy in taking those rights away. I know, you probably think I’m a horrible person at the moment, and hey maybe you’re right, but it’s my defense mechanism. I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable or disagree. I'me working on it, ok? So, I made the decision to save others the trouble and not date vegetarians ever. Lets be honest I say enough offensive things without that pressure in my life. 

I'm back

I haven't posted in a long time, like 2 years long time. I moved, went through a bad breakup, went back to school, got a cosmetology license, bought a new car, and did a lot of other things that seem way more adult than I can handle. But, hey that's what happens when you become an adult, you do way too much and you try to figure out life before you actually know what you're doing. At least that's what I've taken away from adulthood so far. I was talking with a friend yesterday, and I think becoming an adult may be the worst thing I've ever done. Either way, I'm here and 25 is fast approaching. I've been setting some 5 year goals, which also sounds extremely awful, but that's also something adults do right? I don't want to be a full adult or at least I don't want to be a boring one. I guess I'm not that boring, I have a mohawk that's purple, blue and silver. So, I guess I stray from boring. I guess my real fear is being stagnant. I don't want to be a stagnant person. Stagnant equals death to me. I guess this is why people have quarter life crisis moments. They realize they're 5 years from 30 and everyone is pushing traditional marriage views, and all of us don't fit into those views. Nor do we want to. I know I don't want to. I want to travel and be challenged and die doing things that I love. Maybe that's why I'm writing again because I want to do the things I love and that spur me on. Writing is one of those things. Even if no one reads it, it's fine, I just need to write in some other form than my journal. Either way I'm back. So, if you're reading, welcome to the journey for the first time or welcome again. One of my 5 years goals is to post more. Some will be funny, some will be sad, some will be angry, and some will probably make no sense. But, here goes nothing.

Stepping In

You stepped in when you didn’t have to

You had already done the job you were meant to do

But you cared

I wore your t-shirts, pulled your mustache, sat in the seat of your car

You taught me how to fish, which is my favorite thing by far

You sat through my games, went to my meets

You watched me perform, you watched me compete

Before I could drive, you played chaffer

School, parties, friends, I’m sure it’s just a blur

But, I remember the times you showed me more grace than I deserved

You showed me what it looked like to be served

I still see that now

When my car breaks down, when I’ve had a bad week

Often it’s your comfort that I seek

You always have the answers or the right thing to say

No matter when I rapid-fire call, no matter what time of day

I’m often a mess, I cry, and I fail

But, either way your love, it always prevails

You challenge me with questions about God

You don’t make it easy, you poke and you prod

You helped shape me into who I am today

And, I can only imagine all the things you could say

But, I doubt you would because you rarely do

Often I’m thankful for that, too

Your humility is what makes you great

You listen and you don’t berate

I’m thankful for the love and the care

I can imagine most of my acts of stupidity were too much to bare

I know it can’t be easy to be where you are

However, I’m grateful for you by far

Thank you Papa for letting me see

What greatness is really supposed to be

What are you afraid of?

Well, I decided tonight to do something that I've never done before. I was mowing the grass, and I felt a desire to be adventurous. Not really like jump off a building get an adrenaline rush, adventurous, but more of the, I need to face a fear today, kind. So, I did a mental check list of all the things that I could potentially do that would be new to me. The first one that came to mind was, go to the movies. Now, those of you who know me, or have read earlier on in my blog, I don't go to movies alone. However, I felt today was as good of a day as any to face the fear. I figured since I already have conquered eating out alone, which I can proudly say no longer makes me feel nervous at all, it was time to conquer this one.
So, I set out on my journey. I had gone through the list of movies the beautiful Capital 8 is showing this weekend, and I debated on which ones to go to. Now, this was a hard decision because I want to see almost everyone in the theaters right now, but I settled on 42. The awe inspiring experience of Jackie Robbinson, the first African American man in Major League Baseball. Really, it's a movie that's right up my alley on all levels. But, I'm jumping ahead of myself.
I left the house and by the time I reached the highway, I had almost decided to turn around. But, I thought to myself, "Marie (I often refer to myself by my middle name because I'm usually scolding myself and really it only seems right) you will go to this movie, and you will like it." So, I continued on to the theater and took this photo to show my excitement for what lie ahead.

So, I got there, and the first thing I realized was everyone else had the exact same idea I did. I hadn't thought about it being opening weekend, on a Saturday night, of Iron Man 3. People were dressed up and there was a pretty long line. My palms began to sweat a little bit just thinking about waiting in line to buy a ticket, alone. I know, stupid. But, I waited in line, between a teen couple, who obviously were in love, I could tell by the awful amount of PDA they were displaying in front of me, and a guy who seemed to be venturing out alone like me. For some reason that gave me a little courage. I then obtained popcorn and a root beer, totally blowing my diet, but I was ok with it because I had already decided I was going to make this my supper, as unhealthy as that is. Walked to the line, passing Iron man and some man with a fake gun and a mohawk, gave the guy my ticket and did the walk of, what felt like, shame.

The movie was all the way at the end of the hallway. I turned in, quickly chose my seat as to not be noticed, and sat down 2nd row from the back. I, however, unknowingly left myself in a very vulnerable place. I had 2 empty seats on my left and right. The lights went down quickly, so I did not feel like I was being stared at, so that was a plus. Soon, 2 ladies walked in and wanted on the inside of where I was sitting. I stood up, let them in and the movie began. Little did I know the ladies next to me where going to be the most empowering women that could have set next to me in this movie. I felt like we almost became friends durning the movie. They talked, which the people in front of us weren't too happy about, responded to the movie, which honestly some pretty funny commentary, shouted and clapped. At some point in the movie, one of Jackie's teammates stood up for him, and I even responded out loud. The ladies laughed at me, and I apologized, but they encouraged me to carry on. I was pretty quiet most of the movie, until Jackie began to steal 2 bases, kind of giving a silent middle finger to the racist pitcher. When he was running, I got really excited and just hollered out. Luckily, the ladies beside me were also overcome with joy, and scream "Go Jackie, you show 'em" The movie came to a close and of course, I cried, as I do in most moving movies. I think I cried 1. because the movie has made me realize how far America has come in such a short time on the issue of race and 2. because of just how much Jackie had to put up with in going first.
In the movie Jackie says to the Pirates pitcher, "What are you afraid of?" and then repeats it to himself. As cheesy as this is going to sound, in that moment I felt dumb for fearing going to the movies alone. Compared to what he went through, I'm just being a big old baby.
So, needless to say, I enjoyed myself. I'm grateful for the ladies that sat next to me, and I am thankful for the challenge to face fears. I will be returning to the movies by myself again, and who knows maybe I'll face a new fear again soon.

Seriously!?

I've realized that taking yourself too seriously is really overrated. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still have a long way to come in, "arriving" at not taking myself too seriously, but I've learned a little. It's made me become a better laugher, a better lover and all around better at seeing the Lord in things. I feel like I would miss out on a lot of great things if I wasn't learning this.
If I took myself too seriously then:

• When a client coughs and spits toothpaste straight into my mouth, I probably wouldn't be able to laugh at how that possibly could happen.
• I would have missed an opportunity to dance with a client, I mean full-out unhindered dancing, in the car to Celebrate, and later realize that 5 car fulls of people are staring. 
• I would continue to feel like I have to beat the guy on the elliptical next to me at the gym. The one who ALWAYS gets on the one right next to mine. 
• Not be able to laugh when you go on a walk with a client, and she's screaming about a dog's poop, while the owner is right there. And, she is asking, "What's that?" and tries to pick it up.
• I wouldn't be able to cry with a client when I walk into a her apartment, and she's bawling. When I ask why she's sad, she says, "I'm not sad Miss Kelsa. I'm happy because of you and Miss Kendall." 
• I may watch more sad things because it's "real life." But, that's not going to start happening. 
• I wouldn't learn as much from my clients. 
• Talking out loud to myself in Gerbs may actually embarrass me. 
• Being a regular at Chipoltle wouldn't be so cool to me. 
• I may have never known the beauty of shouting in the gym over a soccer game. (It really is invigorating, no wonder gym screamers do it)
• I Would limit the amount of times I listen to Ed Sheeran, Match Box Twenty or Mumford and Sons on repeat. 
• I would actually learn how to spell words like permanent, beautiful, Wednesday and hilarious without having to say Wed-nes-day.

In all honestly, I would probably miss out on a lot of great things in life. I want to embrace learning this more because, I believe, it will make me a better servant. Hopefully, later on down the road I can write out another list in my journal of things that once bothered me or where pride crept in and robbed the Spirit of living through me, and say "Wow, that bothered you. Seriously!?"

Is this real life?

Before I just into my story, I just wanted to say I'm back. I know, I took a long break, but I am back and ready to write. Quick update, I'm now working in Columbia, MO at an organization called Boone County Family Resources. I work with adults with Developmental Disabilities. I'm still living in the Kearns' home, but there is movement toward the trailer park! (even bought a couch and kitchen table this weekend) Other than that, not a lot of change. Enjoy!!

Last week I had one of those “how in the heck did I get here” moments. No, not one of those “I hate my life, how in the heck did I get here” moments, but a real, “whoa never saw this one coming” and then laugh because God really has a way about him, moments.

It came in the midst of helping a client over the weekend. This client had been having trouble walking all weekend, and I was doing a foot check to see what was going on. Now you may say, and why did this have you wondering about where you are in your life? Well, the realization, or question rather, popped into my head when I realized I was simultaneously eating lunch. I took my lunch into her apartment, took a bite and mid-chew got down on my knees and began prodding her foot. I poked, applied lotion, picked off skin, lifted a callus, got it up close to my face to really get a good look, and there once I swallowed my food it just hit me: “You went to college and got a journalism degree, did you ever think this would be your job, this would be a great passion?” I stood up and laughed, literally out loud, at what had just happened. I realized I was still in my pajamas from the night before. It was hour 30 of my 32-hour shift; I had snot on my pants, foot lotion on my pants, syrup in my hair, which was pushed back by a band into some faux-afro grease ball, and I smelled faintly like hamburger. I was clearly a sight for sore eyes; I’m surprised the guy that had just delivered my Jimmy John’s didn’t jump at such a fine looking woman. 

I love my job. I love going to work and spending my days, or nights, with these people who teach me so much. They teach about loving, giving, forgiving, laughing, grace, humility and not taking yourself too seriously. Of course, there are moments I get overwhelmed or frustrated, but in the end I love it. I always believed the Lord would put me somewhere I could be an advocate for someone, help people in need, assist people in life, but I had never assumed it would be in this field.

So, yet again God has really surprised me with his movement in my life. But, I’m thankful, and amazed this is where I am. Well, that’s all for now, but soon I’ll be writing about why I’m thankful I don’t take myself too seriously. There are a few case scenarios, and of course, they are typical Kelso. 

Kiddo Convos (4)

Today hasn't been the best day. The kids came home today from a very unstructured day at school, where they got 3 donuts each. They fought all night, back talked and refused to listen. So, I'm thankful for Bedknobs and Broomsticks, circa 1971, right now. Though they haven't been the most obedient children today I'm still thankful for them, and I'm thankful for their safety, especially after the tragedy that CT has seen it makes me want to hug them and remind them I love them even more. I'm also thankful for the laughter they bring to my life, so I wanted to share another Kiddo Convo today because honestly, I need it! I need to laugh, and I'm going to take these quiet moments to do it.

While cooking potatoes for supper:
Reg: Um, yeah his butt is gone.
Alis: Uh Kelso wheres the potatoe's butt?
Me: (laughing) I mean I'm cooking them right now I guess.
Alis: Huh?
Reg: She means Mr. Potato Head's butt.
Me: (laughing) Oh I'm not sure.
Reg: Here it is.
Alis: Well, um, can you put it back on? Unless you want to cook it too.

While the boys were eating breakfast:
Don&Reg: (running) Help!
Me: What?
Don: There's a fart monster in the kitchen.
Me: Excuse me?
Reg: Yeah we were eating and then a fart.
Me: I really have no answer for you.
Don: (as honest as could be) It wasn't me and it wasn't him.
Me: (looking to the kitchen) Uh, yeah still no answer.
Reg: Can you come lo... oh wait I think it was Calie.
Me: (listening) Yes, you're right the cat is farting.
Don: Fart monster, how ridiculous are we?

Eating Pizza for supper:
Ken: Why are you eating those hot dog things.
Me: They are brats, and I'm eating them because I can't have pizza.
Don: Why Diabeetus?
Me: (laughing)

Reg: Hey, what's your name?
Maureen: My name is Maureen.
Reg: Huh that's too bad.

During breakfast:
All kids: Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider.
Me: Ok we're done.
Ken: Wait! No! Aliens go to Jupiter to get underwear.
Don: Oh yeah aliens love underwear.
Reg: Oh yeah that's right.

Talking about math and shapes:
Don: Do you know what a spear is?
Me: A sphere, not spear.
Don: Oh yeah. Do you know what a spear is?
Ken: Oh yeah I know what a spear is. It's the thing you hit your horse with.
Me: (laughing)

Da Kids Week

I would say success is when all the kids you're watching are bathed, fed and on the school bus without any melt downs or loss of limbs. I know that's how I felt this morning because this morning started the 7 day stretch of mornings of respite care, and I guess if there was any morning to worry about it should have been this one. But, I guess there always is the surprise factor. :)
I didn't sleep well last night for 2 reasons. 1: The morbidly obese cat at the house pounced (well more like flopped) on the bed at 2 am, making me literally jump out of my covers in attack mode. 2: I was so scared that the kids were going to be late or maybe I had forgotten to do something the night before that I woke up every 2-3 hours. Well the alarm went off at 615 and as usual I laid in bed for 15 minutes until I had to get K up to start her day. She hates that mornings, so it's slow moving. The boys trotted out before 7, so I was grateful for that. We ate, got dressed and even had a little time to play before the bus came. I would say that's a great feat, well at least for me. The start to, what I hope is, an ability to take other kids in.
So, today I feel successful, and I guess we will see how that goes come supper time tonight. Hopefully the same thing is true!
PS: stay tuned for some Kiddo convos, I plan on having some at the end of the week... they're already reeling in the hilarity.

Kiddo Convo (3)

I'm not sure what I expect when I spend time with the kids in Columbia, but I know it's hardly ever what happens. These are some thing from this week and last week. The next one I do will probably be all magic because I will be spending an entire week with them while their parents are on a little vacation. That's 24/7 for one week! I can only imagine the surprises that will be in store for me. Until then, enjoy what has transpired from the last 2 weeks of adventure!

While getting ready to eat supper:
Me: And some green beans for you.
Don: Uh no thanks.
Me: Not an option, sorry.
Don: Well this isn't fair.
Me: I know, I know.
Don: Kelso seriously I can't eat this I'm not a herbivore.
Me: (laughing inside) Good use of a large word, but you still have to eat it.
Don: What if I said I was a carnivore? (then explains what the word mean)
Me: I'm glad you've been looking those words up, but the green beans still stand.
Don: Man...

Another time out:
Reg: I'll just explain what I did, and why I am sitting here.
Me: Why? It's not going to get you out of time out.
Reg: But you always ask why I was here when I'm about to get up.
Me: Yes, but that's when your time is up.
Reg: Well we could just skip the time and call it even.

Later on that night at supper:
Reg: Thank you God for all this food and people and the sky and the grass...
Me: (chuckling because when he prays it's usually about 5 minutes and all the kids have started eating by then)
Reg: Oh and before I'm done thank you for Kelso, even if she puts us in time out and doesn't understand.

While standing in the drive way with my crocheting hook in my mouth:
Reg: Kelso! We do not smoke!
Me: (laughing) Well I'm not.
Reg: Then what's that?
Me: It's my crocheting hook.
Reg: Likely story.

Before I was about to leave last night:
Ken: Kelso I don't want you to go, just stay here a little longer.
Me: I have a meeting. I have to go.
Ken: But I don't want you to. Just stay and we can talk.
Me: (feeling loved by her sweetness) Well you will see me all next week, everyday all day.
Ken: Well in that case then... never mind.

Kiddo Convo (2)

I haven't been with my Columbia kiddos in a while, but I will get to see them tonight. However, I got to spend some time with the Carson kiddos last night, and as usual they did not disappoint with their comments. I brought them Christmas presents because in the upcoming weeks it's going to be a little hard to see each other. These are some of my favorite quotes.

Me: Well I'm going to go.
Micah: No! Why?
Me: Well you have to get ready for bed and brush your teeth, and I have to go home and do the same.
Micah: But, I wanted you to use my toothpaste.
(this is the first time I have ever gotten this request, so I thought it was funny. But, like any good friend does, and yes this little guy is my friend, I said:)
Me: Well... next time I'll bring over my tooth brush, and I'll use your toothpaste.
Micah: Yeah then we can have a teeth brushing party.


Sometimes I'm a little confused by Avery's convos because communication can be difficult still, but this is what happened, and I thought it was hilarious:
 Avery: Hear that?
Me: What is it?
Avery: Daddy loud, I'm going to spway him.
Me: Spray his with what...
Avery: (runs to the top of the stairs mumbles something then laughs)
Me:  (laughing) did you spray him.
Avery: uh huh (laughs)


As I walked in the door to the kitchen:
Micah: Uh... are those presents?
Me: Yes.
Micah: For us?
Me: Yes.
Micah: Can I have them now?
Me: You have to wait for a moment.
Micah: But Kelso I'm so excited inside I can't wait.
Me: Well you have to wait for your dad to comeup.
Micah: ok... I'll wait. (maybe 10 seconds later) Kelso, now?
Me: Be patient.
Micah: (frowns) You've told me that before, and I don't like it. I just don't think you understand. 

Nathan S.

This is Nathaniel, he goes by Nathan. He's 13, and he is very eager to meet a forever family that is willing to adopt him. Nathan, at first, can seem shy and a little bashful, but he opens up quickly. Once Nathan has opened up he is very talkative. Nathan, like any 13-year-old, is very energetic, loves sports and video games. Nathan really enjoys one-on-one time, taking and intreating. Nathan currently has no pending family for adoption.  If you are interested in learning more about Nathan or others like him please visit moheartgallery.org or email moheartgallery@adoptex.org. 

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Yes

The mom I want to be, but really the mom I'm probably going to be! My mom said a great truth about this: "Yeah, you always have this great idea in your mind then the kids derail it." 

Jeff City Adventures

What does a girl have to do to get some Indian food in Jeff City? That's all I wanted last night when I got off work. I had been craving it for a while, but I had suppressed the desire because I know cooking it would mean stinking up the house, and I'm pretty sure the family I live with wouldn't really appreciate it. But, yesterday they left, and I knew they would be gone for a few days. Perfect timing, I thought! So, when I got off work a little early, and I didn't have to babysit, I knew all signs pointed to go!
I went to Walmart to buy some necessary things that you need to have the proper Indian meal: parathas, these kind of look like tortillas but different, some needed spices and of course Indian style rice. Well, I struck out there, so I went to Hyvee. No luck. Same for Schnucks. I got desprate, pulled out the trusty Iphone and googled "international food store." An answer to my Indian food dilemma! There was one on the other side of town!
So I was off in Gladys, my trusty minivan, to find this international food store. I hit Jeff City rush hour but nothing would stop me from getting my goods. Nothing, except for the food store no longer being in existence! I was a defeated. My hunt had failed, so like any good book worm does, I went to a used book store to sooth my broken heart. However, on my way to the store, out of the corner of my eye, right next to the Little Ceasers and 60's Love (which reecked of... well I bet you can just guess) I saw a little place called Taste of India. Oh yes, this was it! I didn't stop though, I went to Nancy's Trade a Book and then even to Hastings.
See, I didn't stop because I have a small fear of eating in places alone. Yes, I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's a fear I have. I'm not really sure when it developed or why, but it's there. When I moved to Jeff City I vowed to work through it. At one time I wouldn't even go to fast food places alone. But, I can now go into places like Chipoltle or Taco Bell and eat all by myself, like a 22-year-old should be able to do.

I had never ventured out to the sit-down-serve-you type places and that's just what Taste of India was. After my Hastings visit, it had been decided, I was going to go and do it alone! I drove, parked and got out of the car. As I walked to the door my mouth went dry when I saw there was NO ONE else eating in the restaurant. (side note, this may scare some people, but if you are not familiar with Indian places their busiest time of day is lunch because they have a buffet and it's a little cheaper. It doesn't mean the foods bad) I got to the door, and I almost turned around to go back to the van. There was a carry out number on their sign, and I thought about chickening out and doing it. No, I was going to be brave. I went in and of course the waiter, who's name was Joshua and we had a good conversation, asked if I would be the only one dinning. He sat me in a booth and took my order. I got my food, and I ate alone.
Now, because I'm a white girl in an Indian restaurant. when I begin to eat with my hands it draws attention. But, my Indian friends in college taught me well, and they made me promise to the rule, when you eat Indian food you must eat with your hands because it tastes better, plus it's cultural. So, I kept the pact. The ladies that worked at the restaurant were, what I would call, gawking at me. I think I must have gotten stage fright because suddenly I was no longer hungry, but I finished what I had put on my plate. I asked for a to go box, paid and then had a lovely conversation with the lady at the register. By the time I made it home I was hungry again, so I finished my leftovers at home. I'm still counting it though! I was there for 25 minutes, and I actually ate alone.

My next step is to eat somewhere like Olive Garden. It still makes my mouth dry to think about that, but I'm working on it. You never know, I may just work up to going to the movies alone...Yeah, I agree, probably not!

Ash V.

This is Ash! He's 12. Ash is very eager to meet an adoptive family, and he wants family that he can consider his friends, too. Ash enjoys skate boarding, bike rides and garage and yard sales, that's my kind of kid! He has a very captivating personality, and he has a very relaxed demeanor. Ash says that he wants a family who loves him for him. He currently has no pending family for adoption. If you are interested in getting more information about Ash or other children like him visit moheartgallery.org or email at moheartgallery@adoptex.org

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Hakeem M.

 This is Hakeem, he's 17. Hakeem is looking for what we call a forever family, who are willing to support him beginning in his teenage years and will stay with him for life. Hakeem likes movies and video games, but he loves sports. On his basketball team he is one of the major stars, and though he's good at basketball he wants to be a professional pro-wrestler. He has a great sense of humor and a sweet spirit. If you are interested in learning more about Hakeem or others like him please visit moheartgallery.org or email at moheartgallery@adoptex.org

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The End that's the Beginning

There have been a lot of moments in my life where I have reached an end that I never thought was coming. The end seemed so far off but really it was just around the corner. Like:

• High school graduation, realizing what I had known for 12 years was over. 
• When I got off the plane in China, I never thought I was going to get there. All the preparation that the trip took, I thought it would never come. 
• When I had my first conversation in Chinese. I had been there for over a month. It was at a little shopping market I went to every day to get food. I was stunned, and I'm pretty sure the lady was stunned too. 
• The first batch of bread I cooked while in college. I think I tried about 7 times before they actually turned out. 
• Learning to drive a stick shift. 
• Trying to figure out how to manage a budget. 
• Trying to figure out how to get around by myself without getting lost in St. Louis
• Graduating college. Going into the "real world" after 4 years of classes, exams and late nights that I sometimes didn't know if I would make it through.

Those are just a few examples that come to my mind when I think about 'ends' in my life. Really though, they were new starts. They all led to something else. I had another end today, that will just lead to another something else. I finished the last class in foster care. Really, I wasn't sure if I was actually going to reach the end. There were some Saturdays I would have rather slept in or when I asked if this was really what I was supposed to do. But, I finished. Now it means the real work begins. Actually getting placed with children, and not just children teenagers! Well, it'll be a new beginning, yet again. I'm excited, nervous, anxious and a slew of other things. Yes, I know there are verses for those things in the bible and believe me I probably will wear them out just by my eyes running over them, if I haven't already. But, though I know there will be struggles, I know there will be great victories. There's going to be MUCH learning through these next steps in life, I mean there already has been. But, I look forward to sharing them with you. For now, I finished this leg of the race, I can't wait for what the next will be! 

Daisy D.

This is Daisy D. I love the name, such alliteration! Daisy is 15, and she likes doing what every teenage girl likes, talking on the phone and being with friends. Daisy is really outgoing, and she loves to smile! Daisy wants to be a lawyer when she gets older, and right now one of her passions is debate class. Daisy has started her own cupcake business to make some money. The business is called "Daisy's Diva Cupcakes," which I think is fitting a teenage personality. Daisy currently does not have any pending family for adoption. If you would like to know more information about Daisy or others like her please go to moheartgallery.org or email moheartgallery@adoptex.org

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Kiddo Convo (1)

Well I stole this from a great friend who post convos between her daughter and herself. I loved the idea, and I wanted to post convos from the kids I interact with because I'm honestly amazed by most of the things that come out of their mouths. Here on some from last night:

Me: Alright put your play clothes on to go outside.
Reg: Whoa Miss Kelso.
Me: What?
Reg: Your hair isn't looking crazy for once.
Me: (tying to decide to laugh or not)
Reg: I'm just sayin, maybe you should wear it like that more.

While playing outside and the trash man was picking up trash:
Me: What are you guys doing? Don't lay on the curb like that you're practically in the street.
Ken: Kelso, shhh. We're pretending to be trash to see if he picks us up.
Me: Why in the world...
Ken: Shhh!!! Here he comes, you'll give us away.
Me: (watching)
Trash man: Umm....
Me: Yeah it's typical.

While playing a card game:

Don: I'm a little kid. I'm only 8.
 Me: oh don't play that card
Don: you're 16!
Me: well thank you but I'm way older than 16.
Don: ok fine 20
Me: 22
Don: see! You're 100 years older than me and...
Me: (dying laughing)

While getting onto Reg for not listening and doing opposite of what I asked 3 times:
Me: Why aren't you listening very well tonight?
Reg: Well you see my bike is a mountain bike so I can't go up the hills because the tires can't handle that much weight.

Me: What? What does that have to do with my question?
Reg: I have a mountain bike and...
Me: (putting my hand up) I get it.