oh goodness.....the memories.

Because I'm so bored I decided to write out my favorite memories. One of my favorite memories is building forts with bryan when we were little. It seems like we made giant forts that took up nearly the whole basement, it was insane!We would alway leave a little hole so that we could fall asleep in the fort watching blues clues. It was so fun, Bryan was totally one of my best friends.
Another one of my favorite memories was when we would hang on the garage and pushed the button so that it would carry us up. It was so fun.....till we broke the garage and had to buy a new one.
One person that I have a ton of memories with is Ben Wilson....or as I would call him, Benny Boy. We got married in his treehouse, ran through the sprinklers naked (we were soo little we didn't even know anything), played in his moms make-up, ran from his older brother ryan, and played house with his little sister michalea. However one of my personal favorite memories is one that I remember the most. His parents were making out in the kitchen and we were passing by to go outside. Ben didn't think anything of it and just continued on to go play on the swingset. I however was very intrigued by this. I was a little girl that thought "oh they are married so that must be a game they play. Since me and Benny are married we should do that too." So after watching them for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds, I figured out what how to kiss. I ran out to ben when he was on the swings and said to him, "Ben, we need to kiss like your mom and dad do." He didn't even take time to think about it. The answer was no and I could tell he wasn't going to change his mind. But I kept trying anyway. I begged and begged till it was time for me to go home. The next day I came over and as we were climbing up into the tree house I told Benny kissing was no fun and that we didn't need to kiss each other. As soon as I said that, he kissed me. I guess it just had to be his idea. Hahahahaha oh the joys of being a preschooler.
The day that I met Carrie Smith was a day that I'll never forget. She was selling lemonade and had only made 50 cents. However she wanted more customers so she lent me and Jen her 50 cents so that we could buy some lemonade. Haha after that Jen and Shiree were catching queen bees in the bushes and me and Carrie went inside to watch. I asked her what her name was at least 20 times, I guess that was my idea of small talk when I was 5. She then showed me her toy closet and I was in awe. that's all I could talk about for the rest of the day. That seemed like such a big closet for sooo many toys.
My last memory is of my 6th birthday. We were having my family party and right before we lit the candles I decided I needed to go to the bathroom. While I was in there my dad came to the door, knocked, and asked "Court, are you going number 1 or number 2?" I was so embarrassed thinking, "he's yelling this, that means everyone is going to hear, crap!" But for some reason I yelled back, "number 1!" I then heard my dad return to the kitchen and announce it was number 1. When I was out of the bathroom I saw people exchanging coins. Come to find out, my dad conducted a bet while I was in the bathroom about whether I was going number 1 or number 2. This is something that is expected from my dad, however it was my birthday and I was so embarrassed. now that I look back at it I laugh so hard thinking how brillient he was.
Oh the memories. I miss being young and I can't believe I'm growing up! It's insane! soon enough I will be graduated and off to college asking my roomies what they are goingm number 1 or number 2. hahaha In some ways I'll never grow up.

The Walmart Woman who changed my life.

Me and my mom went to Walmart to get some treats. Once we got our treats we went and got into this line behind a blonde lady who looked like a barbie doll. She was so pretty, but as I looked at her pile of stuff I regretted getting in line behind her because I thought it would take so long. Now I'm glad that I got in line behind her. She was buying all these shirts for a dollar, there we at least like 30 shirts. I said "Wow! that's a lot of shirts!" She said "Yeah but anytime I see a deal I jump at it." She then proceeded to tell me and my mom about how she brings these shirts to the homeless. She told us that when she brings the clothes to the shelter that the people are so greatful! They are so excited to be able to get these clothes because they have so little. She told us about how they like to keep the tags on because it shows that they have new clothes. After that my heart sank. I am constantly feeling so horrible for those less fortunate than me. I realize that my family may not be doing to great at the moment, but hey, we're not on the streets, we have food for every meal, we have clothes that are not worn out, and we have family that loves and cares about us. There are people out there who lack one if not more of these blessings. The check out girl was having a hard time because first each shirt was going in as 3 dollars instead of 1 and then the ladies check wouldn't go through. Because there was time the lady then told us a few stories. She told us about a friend that owns a store and after every line of clothes she orders she gives the extras to her and she passes them on to these homeless people. She said that she had three pairs of designer jeans size 43 or something like that. As she was driving to the shelter she saw a boy around the age of 19 that looked like a size 43. She pulled over and asked him what his pant size was. (yeah, a weird question) He was scared of her, she said that these people are more scared of us than we are of them. He said he didn't have money to buy pants. She told him about the pants and he questioned her definition of free. She reassured him that she would give them to him for no cost. turns out that this boy was that exact size. He took the pants and started crying, he told her about the life that he has had. He said that his mother died and his father left them when he was just a young little boy. He didn't have a home or a family. He had the same pants for the longest time because the clothes donated were never big enough for him. His pants were worn and had holes all up and down them. She just possibly changed his life. She then told us of a woman that was stuck with a bunch of men at the shelter. This woman was high and so the walmart lady told her "I don't bring people home who are on drugs. I'll come back tomorrow and if you are completely clean I will take you to my home to stay the night." The next day she went back to the shelter and the woman was not there, however just as the walmart lady was about to leave the woman came running up. She told her that she was clean, she said it was the hardest thing she'd ever done that people were offering her free crack right and left. The walmart lady brought her in and kept her there for a couple of weeks. She got her cleaned up and got her new clothes. Because of the walmart lady this woman was accepted back into her parents home, met a wonderful man, has been completely clean for quite sometime, and is now getting married. She called the walmart lady and asked her to be her maid of honor because without her none of that would've EVER happened.
All this just reminded me about how you never know when someone needs your help. How you never know whose life you can change and who needs you. I can't wait to go out there and start collecting clothes for these homeless people. Yes, some may argue that they don't want to help people out because they put themselves in that situation, which is true. Yes they may be addicted to drugs and have other issues. But how are they ever going to have a decent life, and get out of all that they are trapped in if they don't get help and feel love. We are forgiven for our sins and we need to look past others sins. We can help change someones life. Would you ever give that chance up? The feeling of helping someone in need is priceless and it is what we should be doing with our lives. Instead of going to walmart for a treat maybe spend that dollar or two on a shirt, a toy or something else that could benifit someone in need. Who knows, maybe the sacrifice of your sweet tooth could help delay or even stop the sacrifice of ones life.

Great Grandma Angus

My Great Grandma Angus is now 97. I remember going up to Idaho Falls to visit her when she lived by where my Grandma and Grandpa Cook now live. We would take road trips up here and stay with her and go see and try to catch the frogs. She always loved to sit out in her swing. For some reason I remember her very well, even though I didn't see her very often. I think out of all her great grandchildren I saw her the most because I was always taking road trips with Grandma and Grandpa Cook. I went to go see her this last weekend and she wasn't doing too well. She had been in bed all day. However, she was very alert and remembered me (I was very excited about that). Today, Sunday the 5th, Grandma Cook came out of the office and told us that Grandma Angus wasn't doing well and that we needed to go see her, that she was most likely going to die if not tonight then in the morning. Once I saw her, and realized just how bad she was, all I could do was wonder if she would die while I was there. After everyone had visited with her and started to visit with each other I stood by Grandma Angus' bedroom door. I know this is probably terrible, but I just couldn't help watching to make sure that she was still breathing. She didn't die while we were there but we are waiting for the call. She is ready to go and it will be better for her once she does. I love her very much and so does all her many family members. Grandma Angus, I love you and always will! I'm glad I got to see you!

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10 games for old age :)

1. Sag, you're it!
2. Pin the toupee on the bald guy!
3. 20 questions shouted into you're good ear!
4. Kick the bucket.
5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says turn over.
6. Doc Goose.
7. Simon says something incoherent
8. Hide and go pee!
9. Spin the medicine bottle
10. Musical Recliners