Mindles Mumbles

Geez... when it rains, it pours... why is that??? The last two weeks have literally been painful! The church where I work aint got no youth group, so I desided to fix that for them. This Saturday I am having a huge yard sale to raise money so the youth room can get fixed up and I can buy "fun" stuff for it. The next two weekends then will be dedicated to "creating" the room and plaining events. The 29th of this month I have planned a big "blow out" for the youth group. I searched myspace and found a kickbuttband to come and play fer it. They are commin all the way from Chico, just to play at our little church. It ROCKS! I am totally stressed about it though. Like what if the yard sale is a flop and I dont raise any money, then the event will be a flop and no kids will come to the youth group, and then everything will be a complete and udder lose. AHHHHH!!!! with that all goin on my family has divided over an ongoing fight that started 28 years ago. My moms sister (who I was living with untill the fight last week) has some issues with my parents. Things were fine, but sometimes something will trigger a fight... last sunday all Hell broke loose, and so I moved back home with my ma n pa. It sucks, but its free... so... Then the next day my cat died. I havent had time to really greeve yet, it sounds really horrible, but I have been too busy to be sad really... its just another brick to weigh me down i suppose... when things slow down I think I will cry. I havent made a credit card payment for any of my credit cards (which is over 7) in two months... lol... i am getting constant phone calls... People want me to help them or hang with them, or babysit for them, and I say yes... I have no idea why, or where I will find the time. Then... I I have too much to do then to worry about that. I hate going to work now (my aunt is also my boss) so things are very uncomfortable, and for some reason my bestest friend is being a grouch. I am so thankful to God for Daniel, even though my life is bullcrapright now, he is still holding my hand. I really need a weekend away or go on vacation or something... I dont know what the point of this blog is... im just ramballing on and on, probally boring y'all half to death... I am going to take some sleeping pills and pass out... LATER DAYS Y'ALL

Fun Facts about Sarah Colbert

Subject : FACTS

Posted Date: : Aug 5, 2005 6:19 PM

1) I love driving, especially on road trips.

2) I sleep too much, and everyone complains about it, and that pisses me off.

3) I am scurd of the dark.

4) I am a horrible speller

5) Even though I am a tuff broad, I am a sucker for a sappy romance movie.

6) Black liqorish is almost as good as chocolate to me, well, maybe not... but it is good and I love it, not as much as I love chocolate cause chocolate can make any hurt go away.

7) I bit my nails and dont plan on stopping

8) I consider my brother Zach one of my best friends.

9) I love pampering myself

10) I love being on meds, I feel I can conquor the world.

11) Jennifer Nicole Eller is the best friend I have ever had.

12) I hate school work, but I love every english class I have ever taken.

13) I like to go fishing

14) I hate talking about bodily functions

15) Yellow roses make me smile

16) I am addicted to spending money, and it is getting me in trouble

17) I hate most of the female race

18)I don't believe in people who are "psychic"... cause if they were really that psychic they would win the lottery every month, solve all the crimes in the world, find Osama Bin Laden, and they would come to my house and they would know how to fix all my problems, and they would also know that I want them to do that.

19) I love my family more then life itself

20) I love my job, even though I get paid less then the kids working at In-N-Out, and they get bennifts even and I dont, and I have spent thousands of dollars in schooling to have the job I have now.

21) I dont like scary movies or to be scurd in general

22) I hate parents who refuse to disapline their child, and I hate parents who spend more time in a line at starbucks ever morning then they spend with their kid. I think they should be slaped, by me...

23) I take most things to an extreme

24) I am VERY complusive

25) I can sence demonic spirts

26) I am the epitamy of an airheaded blonde, but have an understanding of logical thinking.

27) Big Burly trucks are hot

28) I like to feel needed

29) I have an appreciation of music as an art.

30) I used to be in the church and shcool chior

31) growen-ups were children first

32) I am addicted to myspace

33) I make the best mac and cheese ever

34) I cant swim, but I am a good dog paddler

35) I am going to marry Daniel

36) When I was a child I wanted to be a dog when I grew up

37) I like saying... "shes got dem moles...."

38)I know enough about the Bible theology stuff and personal relationships with Jesus Christ to be a pastor.

39) I love the winter cause snow looks magical to me

40) I really really really want to go Vegas

41) I could eat cereal and watch cartoons all day long

42) I love to dance

43) I believe in alians and Bigfood

44) I love the rain

45) I have three tattoos and plan on getting two more, and have have 7 piercings, but only have 5 now

46) I have moved more then 17 times, 15 times were in the Redding City limits. I lived in Paradise for 5 months, then Chico for 6 weeks when I was little

47) I can not stand people who are picky eaters

48) I am a very self centered person

49) I am easily entertained

50) I really appriciate that you read this... seriously... thanks! GO YOU!

Essay for a class

Little Red Stang Rider

By Sarah Colbert

Characters

Ma

Narrator

Gal

Dude

Buckle Bunny Friend



Ma- Now where do you think your going?

Gal- Me and some buddies are going over to the rodeo Ma…

Ma- Well, you make sure you get your rear back in bed before the morning, and…

Narrator- Gal rolls her eyes and slams the screen door before her mother can finish. Gal ain’t usually rude like that to her Ma, but tonight Gal was in a rush and ain’t got no time to dilly dawdle and listen to her Ma be concerned bout her. Gal hops in her last years model red convertible Stang GT, turns up the custom Mach sound system, revs the engine, then is on her way to meet up with her friends at the rodeo.

Gal- Oh dang, I’m bout on empty. I gotta get me some gas for my car… shiznits… I am

Gonna be super late.

Narrator- Gal turns into the next gas station, pulls up to a pump, hops out of the car and struts into the store, making sure to smile and wink at the group of guys staring at her.

Gal- Hey pal… I’ll put then on…

Narrator- Gal couldn’t finish what she was telling the dude, she stood motionless, staring at the clerk.

Dude- Ten on?

Gal- (blinks a few times to shake herself out of the trance) Ten on pump four. Dang, you’re a looker. You know that right?

Dude- (snuffs a laugh) Thanks, here is your receipt.

Narrator- Gal moseys along back outside so oblivious to the world around her that you might think this tough broad believed in love at first sight.

Dude- (yells as Gal leaves the store) You ain’t bad yourself.

Narrator- Gal looks back and winks at Dude, then thinks… “hmm, did he just say ain’t? He looks like a city boy to me, but he said ain’t…” Gal finishes her task and is soon in the dirt parking lot at the rodeo grounds with her friends.

Buckle Bunny Friend- Woohoo! Dang girl look at you. Are them new boots?

Gal- Na, these ain’t new. You look cute too! Doin your usual prowl?

Buckle Bunny Friend- Of course. You gonna join me?

Gal- No way, I ain’t like that. I come to the rodeo for the show, unlike you… Anyways, lest go get us some seats.

Narrator -After a few hours of bulls, blood, dust, mud, boots, chaps, cowboy hats, Bronx, steers and cowboy cheers Gal was back in the dirt parking lot chit chatting with some people.

Buckle Bunny Friend- Oh my God…

Narrator - The ground rumbled as a powder blue 1990 Ford F-250 7.3 litter diesel pulled up, decked out with a 96’ Ford nose, roll bar, 5 KC lights and a “Git-R-Done” decal plastered on the front window, sitting on 44-inch Super Swamper Boggers. 6-inch Sky Jacker spring lift, 6-inch custom lift reverse shackle cross member in front. 6-inch springs with a custom made shackle flipped in the rear.

Gal- Dang, I gotta get me one of those…

Narrator- A tall and very handsome guys hoped down from the monstrous truck.

Gal- Hey there cowboy, that’s a nice rig you got there.

Dude- Yep, all the better to take you 4x4in in lady.

Gal- Nice hat you got too. I like it.

Dude- You like that? I knew you would so I thought to myself… All the better to get her attention.

Gal- Your smile got my attention, you got yourself a nice smile…

Dude- Golly… thanks… so if I smiled at you would you come with me to the honky-tonk for some close dancing?

Gal- (giggles) Ya know, when I first saw you working behind the counter at the gas station I thought you was a city boy. You sure showed me wrong. The Honky- tonk? Shoot-dang boy, if your gonna take me someplace in your rig, take me up to the swamp. I’ve got me some hillbilly friends that are throwin a shindig up there. We all circle up the trucks, fire up the brush, untuck our shirts and kick some dust… Ya interested?

Narrator- Dude grabs Gals hand, they climb up in the truck and are gone in a jiffy.

unfinished

Glaring lights, spirit herd curses, frustration overpowering all of the senses. Fear is the result of an unspoken language. A language simple enough, but not an option in one life. Rejection crosses the mind and hides in the conscious thoughts of this mortal. The open mind is blocked at all exits by the hope of acceptance in this walk of the now. Why... is the prodding question, the question unspoken. Your thoughts are hidden behind the red of my actions. My actions are minimized by the red of your thoughts. Compromise is a talk of the weak. Both are strong and as a result truce is a laugh to think...

Promise to Hate

Hidden rage boils inside this soft spoken soul. The true heart is wrapped with layers of pretense love and cheer. Fearful hate accompanied by murderous thoughts consumes her whole being. The one true love she knew seems to have gone away, or perhaps He too has been consumed by her pure hate. Living life as a lie exhausts the light in these eyes. A dull, mindless stare replaces her genuine smile. He promised He would never leave, He promised He would never forget, He promised to always love her, but now she is completely alone.

Drowning in Hate.