I'm floating on air and have been since Sunday night; Why? Well, lets rewind to Saturday. Saturday I had a very important audition. I auditioned for A-3! Some of you know what I'm talking about for those of you who don't, let me elaborate. A-3 is the company class at the Springer Theatre Academy. The company class puts a show together in two weeks, and than performs it for two weeks. It is the oldest most experienced group at the academy, and it is an honor to be a part of this hardworking group of amazing people.
I auditioned with a group of about 13 kids. The audition itself was loads of fun. It's always fun to see my friends after so long, not to mention playing theater games with them. We bounced around, laughed, performed, and generally had a good time.
Than we went home, and the dreaded wait began. Sunday morning I went to church, enjoyed a missionary's slide show of the work that's being done in Uruguay, and Suriname, and than kept nursery for the morning service. I came home, changed clothes, ate lunch, and went to the library. Anything to keep myself busy. When we got home from the library we did our devotion with Dad.
It was during devotions that phone kept ringing. Our phone never rings on Sunday night, it never rings on Sunday period. However, the one night I'm waiting for a phone call it rings thirty times (A.K.A. three times). I kept giving Mom this look, "Is it for me?" Than she would shake her head. Ughhhh, the agony. Than finally Jennifer Adams calls and says, "Welcome to A-3!"
I didn't know what to say. "Thank you, oh my gosh, wow. I can't believe it." You get the idea. Ever since that night I've been on cloud nine. I have to keep telling myself it's for real. I can't wait till we start this summer! Summer couldn't come fast enough.~Louly
P.S.
For those of you who are interested in knowing who all is in A-3 here's the list. Oh and the show is Bambi.

A-3

1. Lisa Anders

2. Jasmin Anderson

3. Nicole Broach

4. Melissa Cone

5. Mary Lou Garcia

6. Ashley Jay

7. Victoria Leggett

8. Cameron McCarty

9. Stephanie Reeves

10. Dylan Stephan

11. Scott Valentine

12. Alex Willis

~Louly

Procrastination. You never know what it is you're missing until you stop procrastinating and do it. I knew there was gonna be trouble when I saw Katie emerge from the deep dark hole of doom. Our closet. (Okay so it's not THAT bad.) With... roller blades. Than she opens her mouth, that sweet to cute to be ignored mouth of hers, and says "Will you help me learn how to skate?" Of course she adds in those big brown puppy eyes and I'm sold...almost.
I wanted to help her because she asked me to, not Jess, or Caroline, but me. Than again I needed to get some things done, and she might get hurt, and it was cold- no, hot- okay perfect outside. Yeah, I was just coming up with excuses. Cold hearted me said, "yeah sure later. I need to clean my room and study some, but later, okay?" (A.K.A not really, I just want you to get those puppy eyes away from me.)
Well, I finished my room in an untimely manner an hour or two later. That's when she attacks again. "Are you finished? Wanna help me now?"
"Ah, no, not quite. I uh need to scrub my bathroom, and study still, but later I promise."
It's later. Where am I? Oh, you know, I thought I'd help Dad with the tree house design. He looked like he could use it. Than from behind, "Are you finished?!"
"oh! Um, no not yet. But almost."
"Fine I'll just go by myself."
"Oh, okay..." Now I'm kicking myself. Why couldn't you just go help for a few minutes? Huh? Why didn't you just say "Sure, Kate, I'd love too?" Think of those memories you just lost, of teaching her how to skate on Sarah Ann's first pair of skates, the same ones you learned to skate on. Good grief, what kind of selfish person are you?
Ten minutes later she comes back. "What happened?"
"I fell down."
Thank you Lord. I mean, I'm not glad she fell down, Lord; I'm just glad you gave me second chance. I definitely don't deserve it. Than again, I shouldn't be surprised. You also chose me before the dawn of time to be your beloved child, and not because of anything I would do or have done. So thank You Lord. "Kate, lets go try that again, you'll get better."
Before long, Ben was out there too. I could see it in the way her eyes glowed, that Ben being out there made her try harder. She was turning and stopping all by herself within minutes. Ben on the other hand was a mess. The most adorable mess I ever seen, but a mess all the same. His feet kept rolling out from under him, and splat! there he'd go on his bottom. He'd be laughing so hard he couldn't control it, let alone his feet on skates. That infectious laugh had us all rolling (forgive the pun) before long.
Yes the Lord truly blessed me with a beautiful afternoon. Katie did fall down and hurt her shoulder, but she was fine, and we got in a lot of skating before then, anyway. Thank You, Lord, for two wonderful siblings.~Louly

Well, the description of this blog was that I wanted to tell my stories. That in itself would seem to indicate that I have stories to tell. Well, I do, I'm just not sure their good enough. Then I remember that the second part of the description is that IF you HAPPEN to be amused, great.
All of these things have been running through my head ever since that last (and first) post. However, I have come to a decision; I think I'll tell my stories whether or not I think they're good, and just let you decide that for yourself. Without further ado here is my next story.
Two weeks ago today I was at work, as usual. (I am a professional nanny) David had just come home with two pizzas, which his kids didn't eat because, stupidities of stupidities, I had forgotten he was bringing home supper and had already fed the kids. We were just chit-chatting. We talked about the weather and how cold it had been that morning. So cold in fact that I had had to pour hot water from a milk jug onto my windshield that morning to defrost it...Quicker! David then proceeded to tell me the dangers of doing so like: It might cause the windshield to crack!
Well, I laughed him off lightly, and left for home shortly after. Well, on the way home I got paranoid and began to try and to see the windshield to see if perhaps I HAD cracked it. Well, it was dark out side so this task was difficult. However, every now and then I would pass someone going the opposite direction, and could catch a glimpse of it by their headlights. low and behold the windshield was...CRACKED?! "My windshield is cracked! No that can't be. I'm gonna have to call Dad, and he's out of town. Man! I can't believe it."
The only reason I even thought of this stunt was because Sarah Ann did it too, just about every morning. Dad had even told her to do it. Sarah Ann never gets in trouble, she gets away with everything.
Let's tally up everything that has happened to make Mary Lou's night go bad so far, shall we? First David spends wasted money on food his kids don't need (BTW I got to take home one of those pizzas), then I crack my windshield doing what I thought was perfectly acceptable.
While I'm musing over these things a car comes at me on the other side of the road. Let me just make clear to ya'll who know what I'm talking about, this was narrow little Countyline Road. The man had his brights on! I was furious and blinded.
Two seconds after he passes my eyes are still adjusting, when all of the sudden a little dog runs out in front me. I hit him. My heart skipped a beat and I just couldn't believe it.
I turned the van around and found him. Dead. I lost it. I decided I would try to find out who's dog it was. I drove up the nearest driveway, my heart pounding. I chickened out and ran back to the van. For some reason the next house didn't look so scary; don't ask me why, it just looked less menacing than the other one had. Again I pull in, put it in park, uncranked, and walk up to the front door. (After turning around several times. "Do it Lou, just do it!". I did.) This old man walks to the door yellin', "It's a little girl, Mother" as he hitches his pants up. He finally reaches the door and opens it. "Um, hi. Sir. Do you have a little dog? I-"
"Nope all we got is a big one out back. Why?"
"Well, I hit a little dog on the road just now and it's dead. (Sob.)" Now I'm crying great! This is when "Mother" reaches out the door to take my hand and says, " Oh don't worry darlin'. These things just happen. It's not your fault."
" I know I just feel awful though"
"Do you want to come inside and call mommy?" Yes the woman said "Mommy".
" No I'll just go now, thank you."
"Are you sure? I'll take care of finding out who's dog it is." (Another sob from me.) "Here come inside and call Mommy" There it was again, that word. I was kind'av creepped out.
"No I'l just go home, it's not far. Thanks." At this point she starts to tug hard on my hand that she still has in her possession. That little woman was strong. I struggled hard, and managed to yank my hand from her, at which point her husband, who has been muttering to himself hoping we'd listen as he explained what kind'av dog every neighbor in America has, hitches his pants again and says, "Let her go darlin', can't you see she wants to go home", non too gruffly. Hallelujah! She followed me to my car. uggggghhhhh. I got in and proceeded to ignore the backing up directions she was trying to give me, and got out of there!!!!!
Lets also make clear that in retrospect I'm sure all that lady wanted to do was help. it was just a little to much to handle all in one day. I mean add getting kidknapped to my day, really? I just wasn't up for it.~Louly