My Mom.

My mom.

She's one of the most important, influencial people in my life. 

If there's someone who deserves to say that they've been through some hard times, it's definitely her.

Born in Guatemala, a family of nine, and poor. No shoes, at times nothing to eat. Every morning she would get up at 4 to make tortillas. Most of the time that's all they had - tortillas and coffee. After that, gather her few school items and walk barefoot ten miles to school. In the winter, by the time they got to school their feet were numb and sometimes even bleeding. In the summer, they would try to find as much shade as they could to not burn their feet. My grandparents could only afford to send her to school till she was in 6th grade. (There were no free schools down there back then.) She won a scholarship for three years. She completed school up till 9th grade. Aside from those, she also didn't have that great of a childhood parentwise, either. 

Her mother died when she was only 16. It's really hard for me to imagine that. A few years later, she was unwillingly married. The man showed no love at all. She got a divorce, and went back to live with her dad, and her two daughters.      Since it's so poor in Guatemala, she had to come up to the US to work, and send money down. I don't know about most people, but when I think about going to another country, I think of flying an airplane. Not for her. She had to save up tons of money, and take a bus from Guatemala to Mexico. From Mexico, she had to cross the border. She was caught the first time and put in jail  for three months. She did make it the next time, and had to walk from the border to MD. She would send money down for the main purpose of her daughters getting an education, only to find out a while later that neither of them were attending school. How hurtful must that have been?

Here's where most people know her from. She lived with my aunt, (Jehovah's witness) and Mrs. Tello invited her to church (IBC) one day. She and my dad met sometime around then, but my dad wasn't the type to go to church. He went to church, they both got saved, and then were married. My dad had been a consumer of  that 'strong drink' since he was in his teens. The next years were terrible. It was like a horrid painful nightmare for me, but I have no idea how painful it was for my mom. Yet, She still remained faithful to God, and continued to go, and take us, to church.

My dad stopped that habit about 3 1/2 years ago, and was back in church, and has been since. :) 

Yet, it doesn't stop there. She works at Southern Maryland Hospital as a supervisor. About a year and a half ago, the owner got very mad about something (Who knows what.) and fired her boss(es) and moved her to the evening shift. Not only to supervise, but to clean, too. Every night she comes home from work late, and extremely tired and in pain. She has tendonitis, and arthritis. 

 On top of all that, she still does her part in doing more house work. She will not relax, unless forced to. She is very selfless. You'll rarely ever see her spend money on herself. There's always something that can be bought for someone else, or something better that money can be spent on. I'll always see her reading her Bible in the morning, and at night when she gets home. (Around and sometimes past midnight.) She's also very patient with me, something that is a HARD task. Who knows how she does it? 

Happy Mother's day, Mom! I love you.

A little late...

I'm a little late on posting this, but even though the giveaway is over, this looks to be a pretty neat book! Even though I'm not a mom, I might try it out, to help my mom! :) 

http://31daystoclean.com/

Don't Boast 'bout tomorrow!

*Long post*
"Boast not thyself of to morrow, for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth."

'Ooohh so true this past weekend' 

I had my schedule all planned out for this weekend. NONE of it happened except for a few things, that were slightly altered, and good! ;) 

But then, there was Sunday. ;D

Got up at regular time, then went to the living room to sit for a minute till I was completely awake. I fell asleep. Woke up about 10 minutes later, while pressing on my palm to show me what time it was! Ooh, the things I do when I'm halfway asleep! :P After I was completely awake, I went and read about the resurrection. After that I checked my emails. While online, someone called. It was about 6:55, so I thought maybe it was someone calling for a ride. The number looked familiar, but I couldn't place a name to it, so I decided to let them call again, if it was really important. Then phone rang again after the last call ended, so I picked it up. It was Bro. Skinner asking if Kent and I were going to the church yet. :) He had mentioned to me about helping in the kitchen on Sunday, but I didn't know at what time. We were all really busy, so there wasn't a way that I could get a ride before 8:30. Everything went well for the rest of the morning, till I remembered I was supposed to bring a white shirt and black skirt for the musical. I found a skirt, but could not find a white shirt anywhere. I found ALL of my white shirts (and undershirts) in the dirty laundry pile! 

Lovely, eh?

So... I quickly grabbed two shirts, and hand washed them real quick. Then dried them with a hair dryer. :D

We went to the church, and while back in the choir room, I thought that maybe I should go check to see if they still need help in the kitchen. I went down, and sure enough, they did. :) I started on something, didn't finish it at the moment but I said I would be back. I made it in time about 3 min. before the service started. After choir finished, I went back down to the kitchen. Got done with what I needed to do, so I was going to go up for the service, and come down when the invitation started. I went to the Sp. Ministry, and they were on a break. We sang a hymn, and as the sermon started, I had to go help with the kid's class. 

Kent came and got me when the American [hehe] service was doing their invitation. I was to serve at a table. The people came and went. 

Next, get changed for choir. We had ridden with some friends;) ('cause mom and dad has to pick some people up) and we left our clothes in their car. They had gone home real quick, but were going to be back. At  first I was looking on the bad side of it, but then the great thought came into my head: If they don't make it in time for me to get changed, then I wont have to sing. :D They made it in time though. :P

During the musical... well first I should explain that I had had a nasty cough the whole weekend, which too, I did NOT expect. I think it may have been from the pollen, but I have NEVER been coughing as bad as this time. So anyways, during the musical, I had the urge to cough. Not one small cough, but a continuous cough. Oh dear. I managed to hold most  of it in. It was soo hot up in the choir loft. Most of us were sweating. When we got out, I thought "I'm finally going to go listen to a sermon." ;) While walking through the hallway, I got called from the nursery and told that I was supposed to be in there. So much for going to church! ;) I felt like a heathen. 

Church finished, and we were supposed to go drop people off, right away. Our mini van has no AC, and it was up in the high 80's. And humid. 

We finally got home. I did some cleaning and relaxed the rest of the afternoon. During the evening hours I sat on my bed and thought about the crazy, yet wonderful morning. Things were so nice, peaceful, and ok. I was going to email some pictures to someone, and post something on here, when suddenly, all my programs froze and a window opened and told me that my computer has viruses. Ooooh my. I tried to run my supposedly "security system" but it wouldn't open it, 'cause that too was infected.

So now, I'm computerless. I don't really care, except that my school is on there. I hope it doesn't 'eat' it. :-/ Some great way to end a day! 

On the bright side,

-No school

-I can finally do my list of thing that I've been wanting to do.

It may be a while till it's fixed. ;)