My dad beats me.

It's true.

I was hoping I wouldn't have to come out with this, but I think after tonight I have enough witnesses to back me up in court.

Okay... before anyone goes calling CPS (can they even do anything if I'm not a minor?), I'll tell the truth. He doesn't really. But tonight (Saturday, actually)  at church a whole bunch of us were kicking around a volleyball outside, and Dad goes to kick it, and where does it go? Right into my stomach. I collapsed. Not because it hurt, (because it didn't) but because I was laughing so hard. All I could hear was laughing and Troy yelling, "WHEN FAMILIES ATTACK!!!!!"

I don't know if there's too much that's actually interesting enough to post about, but I did act rather stupid a lot because I was with Ashley (tonight was our Thanksgiving dinner at church). We get together and are what everyone in the room stares at because we're laughing so hard at absolutely nothing. Here's some pictures from tonight:

Me and Ashley:

Jeremy and Blake (does Jeremy look possessed???)

Troy's tribute to Yasser:

Me and my neighborhood puppy friend who loved me because I fed her:

"Let us consider how we may spur one another on towards love and good deeds."
--Hebrews 10:24