The Case of the Recycling Thief

The dedication my father and I have shown towards recycling has been outstanding. My father has been so faithfully helping me recycle by putting all his plastic water bottles into my recycling bag. Needless to say, my bag has been growing. However, recently my bottles have been magically disappearing!

After an investigation, my mom finally fessed up to the crime she has been committing...

My mom's idea of "Kat's Cans"

My mom's idea of recycling is to reuse the plastic bottles as pots for her future garden. I guess my mom does like recycling after all.

Nuke the Whales???

When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I owned a "Nuke the Whales" t-shirt! As you may know I am an avid whale aficionado. I love to say "save the Whales!" My youth Pastor Eric dared to give me this lovely t-shirt. I have only worn it once, unknowingly, to Pastor Eric's going away party. This is an example of what happens when you lose control of your shirtwaist choices.

Its a cute shirt without all the nonsense on it!

 I like to recycle to conserve the Planet and to save the Whales, but the only way to save the World is through Christ.

The Lord is close to the broken hearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalms 34:18

Recycling Musings

No, the brain injury did not stop my passion for recycling!

For a while I wasn't allowed to recycle. But then I made a deal with my Mom that if I didn't complain about speech therapy (obviously I don't need it, I talk fine) she would allow me to recycle. But, she won't allow old cans and bottles in her car. So my Dad took me in his work truck-unfortunately his truck is a wee high for my entry. Not to be stopped my always resourceful Dad brought the mini trampoline and bounced me right in! I made $8.00 recycling, and will be using this money to buy my speech therapist dinner.

Habakkuk 3:19 God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer's; He makes me tread on my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.

First Musing

My current musing is that I woke up and missed three years of my life. I have different furniture (my sister took all the furniture!), my friends are getting married, my cousins have babies, and my sister is back home. I couldn't figure out why this guy named Obama was always on tv, I kept saying "Where's Bush?!" But there are still some consistency in my life, like my love for pugs, Mini Coopers, my family still loves me, and I still love God. While I miss the old things such as my job, old friends, and Winston (my truck), new things have taken its place like my pug Poe.