Great Apology

Yoeli and myself (Wenya) greatly apologize we haven't posted for such a long time! I've been busy between the transition of high school and college (this fall). Also working a full time job for the summer, while attending my brother's baseball games. Yoeli just doesn't have internet for the summer, so she has a valid excuse. Just wanted to leave a quick note I will try my very best to be dedicated to this blog starting in August. Just give a little bit of time to find a place for it in my schedule! Thanks, y'all!

Lots of Love,
Wenya

Quantity over Quality

Our world has turned into a place where if you can make the product cheaper with plastic c, then you will ditch plastic a. Through all of the changes of making more product for less money we have lost a great deal of quality. Don't assume me to be slamming all companies and businesses because some I really appreciate for sticking to quality.

When I was younger, my parents were not the rolling around in money (and still aren't) but they are happy. I saw they were happy and realized a few things about how my dad did things on the farm as I grew up.

Pins with the Pigs

"I can't find anything on my Pinterest account." Welcome to my life, sweetheart.
Organizing, I'm the organizing goddess. (Not in reality but wishfully thinking.) Friends comment about my Pinterest like "200+ boards, how do you find anything?", "She [Wenya] has the most Pinterest boards",  "I hate going to your pinterest". Well, I love the way I have my Pinterest, I can find everything when I need it. I have no regrets for having 200+ boards.

I Don't Want to be "Skinny"

First, I'd like to apologize for not posting for a month. It's not because I don't love y'all or that we are canning the blog. I have been at musical practice 3-5 times a week since the beginning of February up until this Monday. After that we have four performances, and then we are finished. I'll have an empty void in my week where musical related events were, but life moves on with memories in my heart.

Secondly,

Write

I have what I would call writer's disease. Unlike most diseases, it's beautiful. It's as beautiful as a newborn baby in a mother's arms, the first time you ride your own horse, the cry between two friends when achievement is reached, and the most beautiful view on plant earth. The symptoms of this beautiful disease: writer's block, three million ideas swimming in your head all at the same time, not being able to do anything but write at a moment, and having someone describe it again so you can use it in your next story.

Writer's have a special gift of capturing emotion in their own unique way. I've never met a writer who writes the same as another, similar but never the same. Sometimes we like to tear apart a piece of

A Strong Desire

On this class block morning I'm working on everything I shouldn't be, mostly because I don't feel like working on more pressing things. Like I should be working on studying for my college statistics test today, the final draft of my composition paper due tomorrow, or writing my theology paper. But it's quite obvious to all of you reading this that I'm not working on any of those things.

The last three months of my life I've been questioning every decision I've made about my future. If you don't know me well enough from this blog - I'm the girl with a million flairs. Flairs are a special or instinctive ability for doing something well. If you're questioning my proof, my mom on her Winter Blahs card (she sends our Christmas Card in January) wrote that it would be interesting to see where the Lord leads her. Stating that I don't know what to do with my life because I can't decide what I'll

Bill Nye and Ken Ham Debate

I spent my evening watching Bill Nye and Ken Ham debate creation and evolution. It's incredible what we have at our fingertips on the internet. If you're like myself, an input person (someone who collects various things of interest and stores them away for later reference), you may enjoy the debate. It makes you think some also, but thinking is what keeps our minds active. The first two hours were good, after that I started to force myself to watch. I finished strong so it's all good y'all.

So God Made a Farmer

Dodge Ram's commercial is my favorite Super Bowl commercial of all Super Bowl history. Nothing will ever top Paul Harvey's voice in the midst of that game of football (which most of it I don't see). I don't doubt that most farmer and ranchers feel the same way, and nothing could change our minds.

Dodge Ram's "So God Made a Farmer"

Paul Harvey's Full Farmer Speech

(this isn't the one that played during the

Super Bowl, this is the full length speech)

Change of Heart and Attitude

I've recently come to the conclusion that there's some things about myself that are absolutely down right awful. You might consider it as being too hard on myself, but I'm trying my very best to be a woman of God. I don't just want to just be a classy good hearted cowgirl, I want to use all the potential God put in me to be the best version of myself I possible can before I have twenty years on my bad habits. (Don't worry those bad habits aren't alcohol, smoking, and drugs.)

• Mental use of profanity and vulgar words. Everybody uses them it seems these days, but is that okay? Is it okay to just throw around vulgar words that describe something beautiful between a man and a woman? Every person on this earth came from that beautiful thing called sex, if you

Builds Who You Are

I'm going to tell you something deep down in Yoeli and I's heart. We don't like talking about it because we think about crying every time someone mentions her or we think about her.

Told by Wenya

It was my sophomore year of high school and Yoeli 8th grade year that my grandma died. I can remember every detail from that day like it was yesterday and today is the second year she's been gone. My grandma had by diagnosed with Leuwy Body Dementia when I was in middle school. Luewy Body Dementia is the closest I ever want to be to a living hell again. It puts alzheimers to shame. I don't know if you've ever seen anyone with Alzheimer but they can't remember anyone or anything. Luewy