An Everything Daughter

Okay, this is the deal; my dad is pastor/ teacher/ biker/ theologist/ teacher (wait, did I already say that?) / Dad/ husband/ chaplain. Try saying all of that in one breath! Well anyway, he does all of this stuff and it is totally crazy! Oh, did I mention that he also taught sunday school? So I guess that makes me an everything  guy's daughter. But Dad says that when kids do very well in school or graduate, the Dad's get all the credit. I think he is kidding. Oh, and remember all of those things I listed at the top, my dad is currently looking for a job! That is so crazy! Wouldn't you agree? But that is not my biggest involvement with my dad's number of talents; he tells almost all of the stuff he learns, teaches, or knows about this stuff to me! Or he tells my mom and she tells me. And that's not all.

My family just started going to a new church. My parents told me that everything in that building is symbolic of something. Like the ceiling is supposed to look like the ark from Noah's Ark. At family worship, they told us tons of these symbols and what they mean. Don't get me wrong, it was interesting. But I had a headache the size of Mt. Everest! Later on, Dad had a headache too. I am certain that it was all of the knowledge that he had just recited. But in-spite of all the head issues, it is pretty cool being a pastor's/ teacher's/ you get the idea.       

Friends

There are different ways you can tell that someone is your friend. One way is that they will care about your personal problems. Either it be divorced parents, or failing grades, they will care. Another way you can tell is that they will not leave you out. If they think they might be leaving you out, they will pull you in. One of the biggest ways you know someone is your friend is that they will stand up for you. Just recently, my best friend did that. I was sitting alone at a table, when my friend came and sat down with me. Well usually she has a different lunch and other people she sits with. But that day was a test day. I expected her to be with her other friends. When she came and sat down she seemed angry. I asked her what was wrong. She said some of the other girls were talking about me. Apparently, when she told them I was one of her good friends, the girl said,"I don't care." I was kind of shocked. Well I had never really liked that girl, but I was still surprised. I thanked her and we went on talking. That was not the first time I realized how grateful I was to have her as a friend. But It is times like that when you know the words, "your my best friend," really count.  

Nothing I Want, And Nothing I Need

A lot of girls at school have boyfriends. They seem pretty happy with them. Well except for one little tiny thing. DRAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!  I mean seriously, join drama club if you want that! Ok, so maybe not all  boys are dramatic, but why take a risk. If anyone besides my family reads this, I'm   not saying this because of a recent conflict with a boy. I'm saying this because I don't want conflict! I am doing perfectly fine without a boy in my life right now. I am living proof that you don't need a boyfriend to graduate middle school. Other girls out there, if you have a boyfriend, don't break up with him. I'm just saying, in the future, your life is way easer without a boy in it. 

From PK to NCK

My dad is no longer serving as a paster. So, for the time being, I am just Aaron Ott's daughter. And I am perfectly fine with that. But maybe this summer, I might be able to say,"my dad is navy officer Chaplain Ott." Yes, It's true. Since Lieutenant Galvin, Dad's recruiter, has 100% accuracy things are looking pretty good. We are going to have to move were ever they tell us to. I am going to miss Chanah and aunt Faith and everyone else I met. We might have to give Madison to Grandma and Papa. We could bring Nyute. But in-spite of all the sacrifices, I think I will learn to like military life. Mom was reading this book. It said that the navy gives your family tickets to Disneyland and other places like that sometimes. We might even move over seas. How cool would that be! It would be nice to live in China or Hawaii or France. I think I either want to stay were we are or go some place far away. But as long as I am around, standing or walking, when someone asks me were I'm from I'll say, " I'm from Texas, the lone star state."   

The Game Room

It's big, it's bad, it's THE GAME ROOM!!!! This is the place where us KIDS can have fun upstairs. When I'm board and don't feel like doing my homework, I go there. This room includes:
. Air Hockey
.Phoose Ball
. Darts
We got most of those things for Christmas. Mom and Dad were up all night working on them. It was pretty cleaver how they hid them on Christmas day. Well I have to go and play air hockey now.

CELL PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I got one, I got a cell phone! I have been waiting to get one fore a while. I got it for Christmas. My parents are so cool! Now I have to learn how to text. That should take a while.

Mom, Dad, and puppies?

OK, it's true. My mom found two puppies in the side of the road. And when I woke up, Joshua told me to look at them . They were the cutest things on the block. At first we thought one was a boy and one was a girl. But the we noticed that they were both boys. My mom tried to give them a bath, but they were too wiggley. So we gave them a bath in the bath tub. We called them Juneau and Denali. My dad thought they needed Alasken names. And by the way, it was mostly my dad's idea to keep them. It's pretty obvious to tell who is who. Not only because Juneau has a blue collier and Dinale has a red collier, Because they have different personalities. Juneau is way moor submissive and calm. Wale Dinale is moore aggressive and rough. And one time Dinale was whining. He was sopped to be asleep. Then Nyute leaned over the bed and gave him a talking to. Not a bark, but a talk. Nyute and Madison have been parenting the pups. And I keep telling my dad"four dogs."