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Oh Buddy.

It is Sunday night, and I am looking at this upcoming week with eyes full of excitement, and wonder. I wonder what is in store for this simple girl, in this crazy world. Today in church I learned about being a peacemaker in the home. This is one of my many flaws, arguing with my younger brother. As he is reaching his teenage years, I am scared to death because he is finally starting to hold his own. He can fight, and so can I. Being your typical "Forsyth" we are both so stubborn. I love him to death, and I am working this week on being a peacemaker. Here are some things I have learned this past week.

1. Having a heart-to-heart conversation with Cal, my older brother, was much easier than I thought it could be. Okay, we were texting, But HEY it's a start. I feel like the older we both get, the more we are starting to need eachother. I enjoyed actually taking to him, and it made me wish we talked more., because it was so easy.

2. I CAN live without Diet Coke. I have been Diet Coke sober for about 6 days now, and I am STILL living. The first few days I got headaches, but I have been fine since! This is all new for me, and I have to admit that the only negative to drinking water all the time is the constant trips to the restroom. :S

3. I miss baseball. This week I attended 2 baseball games, and loved each minute. I mean, come on, with good friends and good action, baseball is the perfect sport.

4. My dad can SING! He sang tonight at this church event, and he did a fantastic job. He always has sang, and now the whole world (well, some of the world) knows it. I am so proud of him and his talent, and courage to sing in front of all those people.

5. Count your blessings. I love sitting back, and thinking of how blessed I am. I think you should take a moment and think about them too!


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