February is a crappy month

I don't like February at all. The month messes with your head. I blame it on the weather. The sun comes back and the snow starts to melt. It looks like spring is here and then....BANG!a snow storm. Back at square 1. The month feels like ages. Nothing interesting happens.
I want spring. I don't want to be cold anymore. I want to pack away my sweaters and crack open my skirts and dresses. I like looking outside and seeing flowers, not dirty snow and sand 2 miles high. I'm sick of falling on my butt because of the stinking ice, or stepping on snow and sinking down to your knees. Please spring come:(

Bring on the fish

Today is Ash Wednesday, the starting of lent. I'm Catholic and today is fasting. We can only eat little meals and no meat. I really don't know why we do this, but we do. When I was little my mom told that Jesus gave his life for us and for lent we can give up something for him. For the next 40 days will be interesting. I will be giving up candy/Ice Cream. I love Ice Cream. I have some about every night. I don't know if I can make it. Also during lent we can't eat meat on Fridays. You have to be very careful of what you eat. Once I was making eggs and not thinking, I put ham in it. My dad comes over and stares at me. It hits me that I can't eat that. I had to pick out the ham one by one. What was really hard was birthday parties. Having pizza. I could only have cheese pizza while other people have pepperoni. As you get older it's not that bad. When I came home today, I saw a brand new tarter sauce jar on the counter. Fish. I'm not in love with fish, but I can hack it. For every Friday now we have fish. This is the time were we clean out the freezer of fish from our last trip. My dad for some reason, is pumped about that.Can't wait until Easter:)

Swimming is my life

I love water. I love going underwater and look at the bubbles. Swimming gives me my love. I get to jump in a pool everyday; except, I hate the work outs. I dread the feeling of not being able to breath. For the past 7 months, after school I've been going to swim practice. I'm getting to the point were I'm starting to hate going to the pool. The pool is my 2ND home. The chlorine is now in my blood. I think I will never be able to get the chlorine smell off my skin. When I leave this town, I want to move by the ocean so I can learn to surf and swim with the fish. That would be my ultimate dream:)

My hero

My hero is someone who can do everything and still be beautiful.
My hero dries my tears with laughter.
My hero is smart, and not just book smart, but stain washing smart.
My hero is my go-to-gal.
My hero is someone who gives me wisdom and strength to get through the day.
My hero would drop anything just to make me happy.
My hero loves me even when we fight.
My hero is a person who I admire.
My hero tells it the way it is and I like it.
My hero is a person I want to be.
My hero, My friend, My mom.

Take a Chill Pill

Some of the craziest fans out there are parents. Today I had sections for the Y swim team. We were the last team to get their and their was parents everywhere. You had grandparents, aunts and uncles, other siblings running around. It was crazy. I was sitting on the pool deck and I see a women literally running up and down the deck screaming at the relay. Her face looked like a tomato and her veins in her head were bulging. I thought she was going to fall in the pool. The video cameras. You couldn't even walk around the deck without getting in the way. The dad I saw had to at least have the video camera running for half the meet.(Y swim meets are not short) I'm thinking to myself, these parents are crazy;it's only a Y swim meet. Don't have a heart attack over one. Then you see Albert Lea parents sitting on their butts, calm and collected. But the parents on the other teams are wild animals trapped in a small room.