Aubree’s Journal

Aubree’s Journal

What is the point of drama? Why do we make a big deal out things? There are
Some divas at my school. They cause drama, I think just to get attention. Breelin has an opinion about everything. We were in Home Ec class, that’s a class that teaches you about cooking, sewing, taking care of babies and basically learning to run a house. Mrs. Francis our teacher borrowed some baby dolls that were like real. You feed them, and they burp and potty. Mrs. Francis was telling us about burping after we fed the baby and before she could finish, breelin said “I already know all about that!” She picked up the baby and it spit up all over her sweater. She of course made a big scene about it. She was embarrassed. I realized, she is insecure about herself. She always is trying to prove to us how smart she is and it back fired.

You don’t have to be the most popular, beautiful, smart or try to get all the attention. I have found that when you are just yourself, you are more happy. God created you special in every detail. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. They way I roll is, I know not everyone is going to like me or be my friend. I know I can’t please everyone. If people don’t like me, for me. Then I’m better off without them. There are some people who are so unhappy, nobody can be their friend.

Just be you and you will find your smiling a whole lot more.
Smile Jesus Loves You!
Aubree

Aubree’s Journal

Here I sit in the hospital. I almost died. Our Class went to Reagan Falls to spend the day. It was great we went swimming, played beach volleyball and had a great day. Timmy hit Curt in the head with the volleyball and then ran off. A storm blew in right when we were loading on the bus to leave and we couldn’t find Timmy. I found him up on a hill and he was hurt. Lighting was everywhere and struck right next to us. Without thinking I ran in the bushes after him. I thought I got pricked by the mesquite thorns, I was wrong. One the way back to the bus, everything went white. Next thing I remember I’m in the hospital.
I got bit by a rattlesnake. They tell me the bus turned over on the way to the hospital. A bunch of the kids were hurt. We are all gonna be okay.

A lot of things went wrong that day. I didn’t stop to think. I guess that was stupid on my part. I should have waited for a teacher. Joey tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen. Let’s see, I almost got struck by lightning, a tree almost fell on me and I did get snake bit. I guess God’s angels were watching over me.
Take my advice, don’t rush into a bad situation without thinking. It could cost you your life. Get help.

Blessings

Aubree

Aubree’s Journal

It’s been several months since the storm and the funerals. It was hard at first, I felt guilty that I lived. My good friend died and then my best friend moved away. They were both in the band when we started it. It took a while for us to be able to do the band without it feeling weird.

I thought I was doing pretty good. Me and Justin and Joey went down to our special place down by the creek. Mark and Mandy always came to. We built a covering out of limbs and brush, like we were on an island. We took our guitars and we would write songs, sing and play. We had not been down there since the tornado.

Me and Justin brought our guitars and Joey brought his drum sticks and a conga drum. As we got closer to the spot, we started walking slower and slower. The memories just flooded back. We stopped, Justin said we might should find a new place to make our fort. Joey said it felt creepy now.

I thought about it, I told them your looking at it the wrong way. When I stand here, I remember music, laughter and fun. I don’t want to lose the memories or forget. I realized that even though it has been months and the hurt was less, I still was not over it.

We decided to keep our fort and name it in honor of Mandy and Mark. We called it “MM’s Creekside Fort”. We sat and decided to talk through our memories and work through the emptiness we felt. It was easier talking with Justin and Joey because they knew what I was feeling. I think now we are finally healing from the hurt that we buried deep down and never faced.

When you have been through a bad experience and suffered a loss, it is important that you talk about it. Find someone who you feel close too. If you keep it buried, it will be worse on you when you have a memory that will trigger the hurt all over again. Don’t be afraid of the memories and don’t run from them. Treasure them. One day when Mandy comes back, I’m gonna take her there. I think she would like it.

Blessings to you all

Aubree

Aubree’s Journal

My Dad started this festival called Western Days in Rhinehart. It started with a parade on main street. My Dad had gotten the military post to be in it. They wanted to shoot a cannon at the end of the parade. My Aunt Ida said no way, it will blow out all the windows on main street. My dad told them no, because it would spook the horses and livestock in the parade. The ag boys got to lead their winning animals down main in the parade. We decorated a flatbed truck and our band played the whole parade route. There were games all day, turtle races, pie eating, cow chip throwing and fiddling contest. There were ribbons for quilts, crafts, pies and preserves. There were bands playing all day. We played two sets that day.

The coolest thing was my dad got this mechanical bull and set it up on the end of main street. I gotta ride it! So much fun and funny to watch! At the end of the day there was a street dance and Justin’s Dad’s band would play on a flat bed trailer. They would throw out saw dust all over main street, so your boots could slide easier while dancing. People came from all over the country.

This is country life, it don’t get any better than this!

Aubree