ok. joy. i know this doesn't look like you, but who cares. at leaste i got the hair.

so. now i've fully, almost gotten you back for writing so much about me...
and posting that pathetic link to that horendous picture you drew of me.

now. about that tazer. we should pread the word. heighten awareness. bring down crime one female at a time. Hahahah! just joking. although if every woman in america had a tazer, i wonder if guys would think twice before attacking them. better yet. if every woman in america had a GUN! what say you?

all comments must be submitted in writting. you cannot speak to me openly about this subject. WHY? because i can!
have a swell day!

Why the pouch?
Kangaroo's
In the desert species, carrying the baby in the pouch is convenient for the female, who may travel many miles for fresh food and water. The youngster stands a greater chance of survival because it does not have to keep up with her and is tucked away from predators.
During prolonged drought, kangaroos stop breeding. In some species, a doe [the female] is able to delay the development of a fertilized egg inside her until an older joey dies or vacates the pouch.
This remarkable phenomenon occurs in the red kangaroo, the eastern grey kangaroo, the common wallaroo (euro), the brush-tailed bettong, and several of the larger wallabies. It has also been noted in the honey possum and some non-marsupial mammals such as bats and seals.2
Another incredible aspect is that the doe can determine the sex of her offspring. How she does this is unknown, but she tends to put off bearing males until she is older. Males move away after about two years, but females stay with their mothers longer and benefit from ongoing support.3
A doe is nearly always pregnant. From sexual maturity to death, she is rarely without three offspring — an embryo in the womb, a joey in her pouch, and a larger youngster at her heels.
The joey is born after a gestation period of about 35 days (depending on the species) and in the largest species is the size of a human thumb nail. In the smallest, it is only the size of a rice grain. Naked, blind and deaf, it must make its way unaided from the birth canal to the pouch.
All going well, the climb will take less than 10 minutes. The joey can survive only a few minutes unless it reaches the pouch and attaches to one of the four nipples. Once there, its mouth swells on the nipple so that it cannot be removed without injury. A ring of strong muscles, similar to human lips, seals off the opening to the pouch to protect the joey from bouncing out, and keeps the pouch waterproof if mother goes for a swim.4
After three months, the developed joey emerges from the pouch to make short trips in the outside world. However, it will return to the pouch to suckle and sleep until eight months old.

www.ChristianAnswers.Net

animals are amazing. it just proves God's devotion to this world until we can be with Him in heavan. i was reading about Creation science a little bit ago, it's fascinating stuff. this site tells from a christian perspective how the animals dispersed, or at leaste some of there theories and speculations and of course biblical facts. read it, it's awesome.

http://christiananswers.net/q-aig/aig-c006.html

WARNING:some of the following contents may be stylized, exaggerated or accidentally made up. enter at owners own risk.


Ok. so i have a really dear friend. her name is joy.she's beautiful. amazing. friendly. outgoing.she's only 4ft.11in. but God has given her grace beyond measure. her love for Him is what always makes me want to scream for Joy! having a friend like her is a deep blessing.We've been friends since we were in 2 grade. here are my most fondest memories of her.I was running around. my hair flowing in the wind. i was only 6. it was recess. i was oblivious to most things. people didn't stand out to me. i was in my own little world. but she did. she had long blonde hair. blueish green eyes. and she was romping around this green field. i was so curious as to what she was doing that i walked right up to her and asked her what she was doing.she looked at me and said..."why. i'm being a horse!"i was so confused. i had never seen a horse. so i asked her if she could teach me. she did, and we were best friends ever since. we spent so much time together. her always getting me in trouble. one time, me and her little sister jenny were planning this huge slumber party. i mean it was going to be massive. with junk food and fun movies and we were going to invite her cousin! her mom had taken us to the snack shop and thriftway and we had picked out pop and pizza and candy and stuff!!! i was stoked, the first fun party i would ever be invited to. well. me in my curiosity. Kelly (Grrr....) decided to watch a movie. rated R!it was called "Maximum Overdrive" a movie about machines that came to life and killed people. my mom distinctly told me to ask before watching any movie. well, kelly said it was a good movie. but i decided i shouldn't watch it. so me and joy went into her room. joy got Ancy and went out to see her favorite part, where a little boy on a baseball field gets his face bashed in when a pop machine shoots out pop cans. well. i was ledt in the room, all to myself. what was i supposede to do?! i went out there at sat with them and watched the movie. it was scary. almost at the end, laury comes in and says...carina, did you aks your mom if you could watch this? i kindof mumbled a yes...(blatent lie...) but laury called my mom anyways. my heart Burned. fear seeped through my soul. not only had i watched a rated r movie, but i ahd lied to laury. joy and kelly were oblivious to what was going on. they were obsorbed in watching the morbid movie. laury ;looked at me and said..."your moms coming". that was the end of the worlds greatest slumber party. my mom came and got me. joy didn't seem upset...to me anyways. but she was still my most coveted friend. the person i looked forward to seeing everyday at school. we've been through so much. i was shocked when she had a boyfriend...in like 3rd grade! i was partially disgusted. i was really mad, when rumors started to spread that she had kissed him. i refused to beleive it. there were so many times i cried in school. one of the worst memories of joy was on one of those occasions. 3rd grade. Mrs Packrds class. we had just had a bubble gum blowing contest to see who could blow the largest bubble. i knew i would win. i knew my jaw was capable of such trama! i was ready. psyched up. prepared! we were given to pieces. i decided to try the contest and if i failed, i'd keep the other piece for recess. well. i failed. sadness. oh well. i had that other piece for recess. well...lalalala...recess finally came. i went to the undercover area. feeling free to enjoy my piece of gum. joy and another girl walk up. they started harassing me. telling me i couldn't eat that piece of gum. if we had an extra we had to give it back to the teacher. well, i knew the logic in it. but i refused to beleive it. so i shoved the piece of gum in my mouth and chewed on the savory flavor. (it was bubblicious. the kind every child wanted, but my mom would never get!) well. that just made joy mad. so she said i had to spit it out and throw it away. at this point i didn't understand why all of this bickering was relevant. so i started to cry. i juices were drooling out of my mouth i was crying so hard. i think i ended up swollowing my gum. well. joy decided to change her tactic. her and the other girl calmed down and said "your so sensitive!"
what was this word! sensitive. i had never heard it before. i automatically assumed it was a horrid word and that it was inulting me. so i screamed back! "I AM NOT SENSITIVE!!!" this made them laugh. "You are sensitive!" this went back and forth for the whole recess. i was sobbing, weak from crying, shaking from furry. they were amused and thought it was hilarious. we walked into the classroom. my eyes were puffy and red. i was still choked up. the teacher pulled me aside and aksed what was the matter (really what was going through her mind was why can't this stupid sensitive girl go through one day without crying over something stupid...?) well. i mumbled something about them calling ,e sensitive and not letting me eat the gum...and it was a horrid gloomy day for me. but does this stop me from loving joy? does this make me dread being in her presence? does this make life more horrifying knowing she is still alive...?
no. far be it from me to ever dread being in this short girls presence. her very eyes puncture deep rivits in my kind. thanks God for making and molding such a beautiful person.

Amen. (let it be so...)

Well, thank you joy for a fun day. i hope you had as much fun as i did. i always am excited to hang out with you, and saving your life makes it a ton more exciting. i REALLY thank God for His intervention in that situation. it was pretty crazy.

so. my most favorite parts of the Bible, are the action packed areas. some people like the romance...(?), some people like the hard to understand stuff, but i like the action. take this section for example...

Judges 19+20

a story quite similar to Sodom and Gamora. my favorite part...

Jdg 20:16 Among all this people there were seven hundred chosen men left-handed; every one could sling stones at a hair breadth, and not miss.

yah. that's pretty awesome. these people were devoted. they weren't stupid. i always imagined the isrealites as being incompitent. only relying on God for protection. but these people were strong. and they relied on a strong God. (the only God). i was almost sad when it said
Jdg 20:44 And there fell of Benjamin eighteen thousand men; all these were men of valor. (well, NIV says " all of them valiant fighters ") But it was Gods desicion. and if you read the reason this all took place, you'll end up wanting to route for the isrealites. anyways. that was a really awesome story. i thought it was a remix of Sodom and Gamora. in fact i think it is, but i'm not sure why God would do that again. oh well.

have a good night.

wow. i'm such a slacker. i havn't read the Bible for like two whole days now. so much for me trying my hardest to read it. and please don't tell me "how hard it is to devote your self to reading the Bible everyday" I understand that...thus the complaining. just thinking about it makes me want to act upon it. so if i have to type this same sentance over and over again, everyday for the rest of my life, in order for me to try to read the Bible consistently, i guess that's what i have to do.

ok. i bought a sketchbook the other day, and i've dvoted it to the human body. i can't wait to see my skills be refreshed and molded.

...and now on to my thoughts.

India.

yes. i want to go again this year. if God will allow me, i will go. the only way i could see me not being able to go, is if i got a job and my boss said no. so i'm looking forward to it. the last two trips, i just lept into it. Focused on God but not really seeing if it was what He wanted. i automatically said YESS!!! i'm going! and went. obviously God didn't stop me. but i still felt bad for not even trying to see where He wanted me to go. well, now i'm 98% sure. the other two percent is a "He still might shut the door..." But i'm looking forward to it all. some day i hope i'll be able to go to tibet and china...and alot of other places, but right now, i'm content with India.

God's pretty awesome. and i know how much i grow when i go to india. each year was like ten years of growth for me. i have thought about how my life was before i went to india. i was weak, i knew God and wanted to honour Him but didn't know how, or who to share it with. I was socially afraid. well. now i'm quite different. at leaste i think so.

so. what could God possibly do again in my life if i went on another trip? Tons. i'm not sure what, but i always seem to get a few steps closer to God, the farther away from home and the more i have to rely on my friends for safety.

anyways. that was way to much rambling for my taste. now, off to study. and do some art.