i love my family.

as the title suggests, i love my family. So much.

I love the fact that i can tell my mum anything. I love the fact that my mum and adam make me laugh. A lot.

I love how adam and my mum act like little kids and i can always hear them laughing and giggling.

I love how My mum and adam never fight.

I love that Adam loves playing with his nerf gun and is constantly running our household with sheer terror.

I love how when i attempt to sulk i am riduculed and mocked to the point where i have to hide my face because i can't contain laughter.

I love how Amity brings the family together.

I love how amity assumes that Jesus will help lost pupppies.

I love how proud adam gets of that.

I love the familys stupid comeback games.

I love how amity says "surprise!" after she's done a fart.

I love how amity uses "needing to do a poo" as an excuse to stay up late.

I love how amity assumes that everybody in the world wants to see her in her undies.

I love how embarrassed adam gets when outsiders witness how silly he actually is.

I love how adam insists that he has seen every single movie on the planet already so he doesn't have to sit through romantic comedies.

I love how amity was temporaily terrified of Jesus... the man who was always watching her and rose from the dead.

I love how no matter how naughty amitys been, and how much i've had to tell her off, she will almost always spontaneously come up to me, kiss me and say "I love you so much Wiah."

I love how protective we get of eachother.

I love the awkward silence that comes whenever amity says something innapropriate and we have to try not to laugh.

I love the family squabbles over television programs.

I love the personal jokes.

I love so, so much. i can't even describe them all.

I just love us.

Scrabble

My mum and i decided to have a nice game of scrabble a couple weeks back.

See if you can spot the first word that she put down.
(she had the first go)

Holidays

These holidays have been quite lazy.
I would say they were unproductive, but looking back i think i spent them semi-well.

- melbs
- movies
- sleepovers
- reading
- writing
- fishing <-- fun
- Sleepover and movie making with the dudes. (you know who you are)

The most social i have been was actually in this past week.

Monday: Morayfield shops and Morning Glory with Erin
Tuesday: Kippa, Little Fockers, Black Ops T-shirts and serious stalking with Holly and Erin.
Wednesday: Iceskating with Hayden and Grace-jerks and Erin and Holly.
Thursday: City with Hayden and Xanthe and Erin and Holly, and extra.
Friday: Lagoon with Grace non-jerks and Mueller people and Holly.

Saturday: Got my books ready for school and basically played "Sunlight" and "Daylight" over and over again. The fam was at an Engagment party and i was home alone for 8 hours.

~Daylight by Matt and Kim, my current favourite song. LISTEN TO IT.~

And today i have been trying to read another book.
Today i randomly did the math and realised that i have technically read at least 29 books these holidays. It doesn't seem like that, it seems like much much less.

yer, not too keen on school. not too keen on year twelve...but hey, I'll deal.

You know what bothers me??

like, really really bugs me... when people make a big deal about the floods and basically brag about the floods because there was a little tiny bit of water over somewhere so they couldn't go and get an icecream.

THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING.

That doesn't bug me as much as people not caring at all.

I had this realisation yesterday.
My mum woke me up early in the morning and told me to get all my most valuable posessions up high, and i had to look after Amity and a little girl across the road as every one was sand bagging, putting all our furniture on crates, and just helping every one out. I live on Dale street, and it tends to flood. The little girl was brought to me because her my mum crying out for help in the house across the road because her house was going under. It turns out the little girl goes to Mueller. Any way, before that, i went to work... but my mum ended up coming and getting me cause our road was flooding. And lucky she did, the waters were higher then i have ever seen them before... and last time i saw them... i'd said the same thing.

Adams parents came around to help us pack stuff up, and they ended up helping other people too. Heaps of people parked their cars out the front of our house cause the flood waters never reached as far as our house... but they ended up being swamped.

I remember yesterday feeling exhausted. as soon as i was alone i went into my bedroom and just lay on the floor. and i was annoyed. annoyed that i didn't have any electricity. annoyed that all my favourite stuff was in the car. annoyed that i didn't have anywhere to sit. annoyed that i had to sleep on a mattress at night. And annoyed that... (this is extremely shameful to me) that all our effort turned out to be for nothing, and we'd have to unpack everything today. Just annoyed, and exhausted and frustrated.

Then i walked outside, waded through my front yard and climbed my favourite tree, and watched my street. It was like a river, and i watched the SES boat go up and down resuceing people and their dogs, i watched Mums carrying children and bags on their backs wading through water, and i felt guilty.

How dare i be ungrateful? How dare i?! there are people dying!

Yesterday i heard Adams mum praying that the rain would stop, and soon after it did.

But i never thanked God for that... i just thought about all the effort.

Today, i watched a man talking about his experience with saving a young boy.
His Mum and brother were in a car and they had just come back from picking up the boy'school uniform. When a freakish wall of water came for them. They were trapped in the car, and this man saw them, called for a rope and came out to rescue him. He went to get the oldest boy (12-years-old) but the boy said "No, save my little brother first! save him first!" so he got the boy out. But when he went back for the others, the water was too heavy, and it swept him off his feet. He tried, but he couldn't, and the other helpers couldn't either. Apparently the boy was just screaming "Save my mum, please just save my mum!" before their tipped over and was swept away with the current.

The is true selfless ness. Man, when i heard that on the news... i bawled my eyes out. For ages. I guess i just realised thati shouldn't look on the dark side, God protected us! He protected us in an amazing way. Just a few centimetres and the waters would've started to seep in.

So, thank you God.

and oh yer, another thing thats buggin, is people paying out on Anna Bligh and the Jay-Gillanator. Seriously... they are doing the best they can... and they care. How often do you see leaders getting teary over their state?
Just in general... save the complaining for people who really need it.

For whatever its worth, here are some pictures of my street in the early stages of the flood.

You know what???

I am extremely excited too Kate Elyse.

EXTREMELY!!!!!!!! LIKE SERIOUSLY I CAN'T EVERN CONTAIN MYSELF I'M SO JOYFUL!!!

I've been doing a looooota prayin' lately and the verdict is simple...

GOD'S GUNNA USE USS!!

and our lives will be changed!!!!!!!!! I'm listening to really hard-core inspirational music right now, just getting in the mood for excitment :P hahahah

WOah... okay woah... just read the lyrics.... NOT a nice song :S
thank goodness i'm listening to an editted version.

KATE... we must organise something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D :D :D :D :D

I'm so excited i'm gunna google "extremely excited child" and post the picture below.



^ okay. I was expecting a little more facial expressions... but still... you can see the excitement in his eyes.

GOOD BYE FRIENDS!

A New Year.

SO! Exactly a year ago i wrote my first blog post. Quite early in the morning if i recall cause i woke up vomitting.

My mum is in her bedroom talking on the phone, Amity and Daddy are reading a book and watching some Bollywood cartoon about an Indian girl.

I have only made a few New Years Resolutions, but i think they are important ones.

Yesterday was a really lazy day. I didn't really do much at all. I just lazed around the house, playing with Amity, i think i might have gone to the shops... but i can't be too sure. Yesterday was kind of a fuzz.

Yesterday afternoon my fam was invited to a not-really-party at my aunties house. And we spent about 15-minutes deciding whether or not to go. I think my motivation was what finally tipped us over the edge, so we decided to go after all. i said "Amity will be my primary responsibilty" then my mum said "obviously Mariah wants to go" then Ad said "well she didn't go out last night" and i said "Why does that make a difference?" then Mummy said "because we've been out last night, so we're kinda over it." then i said... nothing.

WOw, it amazes me how i've remembered that conversation word for word... but i think you get the picture. we were all really lazy and tired. Oh wait... but thats actually NOT the point... the point was my motivation.

In order for you to see my motivation, i must take you back to Christmas day, 2010. I went over to my aunties house after we had hosted a christmas at our house with the other side of the family. My aunty's fam was feeling left out, so we made the effort. It was quite fun, me and my little cousins and Amity rode around on scooters while the Daddys shot us with the Nerf Gun, i dressed up as an ugly witch with a mullet and at the end of it i showed up the adults in a game of trivia. Which was brilliant since My Uncle and Aunty are full on academics. ANY WAY! We got my little cousins a bible each for Christmas. Not just ordinary bibles, but really special bibles. Fun bibles. I rememeber the bible i had when i was their age and i absolutely LOVED IT. Even when i couldn't exactly understand all the words, i knew that it was special and i absolutely adored it. Anyway, i got a bible too for one of my presents for Christmas. A cute pocket bible, one that i can take with me every where. I used to have one, one that i took with me absolutely EVERY where, it was my Grandads bible, so it was really special to me. One day, i was on the train and i was reading it. And i never saw it again. *sigh*

ANY WAY! My mum decided to rewrap my bible and pretend to give it to me when my cousins opened their presents, so that they would see how much i love mine, and know how special theirs is too. It worked, anyway my Uncle saw my bible and he started asking me about it, but i kinda got dragged away by my little cousins and i couldn't finish answering him... which i really wanted to, cause i felt like it was a question that would lead somewhere.

Later on, when we were on our way home my mum was like "So, [your uncle] said he watched a documentary about Jesus being married and he asked me what i thought about it."
I nearly jump out of my skin. "WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!"

Then my mum said "Well, i told him that i don't really know the facts, but i told him that it doesn't really matter. Cause marriage isn't a sin. WHat does it matter Mariah, would it really change anything?"

"Nahh! I'm not saying it would, it just makes me mad cause the main source of evidence is from some Gnostic gospel made like, 200 years after!!"

As soon as i got home i researched it. And i must admit i was pretty excited when i found out that the gnostic gospel of phillip was actually written 200 years after the life of Jesus, since what i told my mum in the car was just a random guess.

So, yesterday afternoon, when i found out that there was an opportunity that i could see my uncle for New Years, i knew i had one hour to write an essay about why Jesus was NOT married. Complete with disgusting references, photographic evidence and very telling quotes.
I breifly considered just talking to him, but i know him... that type of stuff doesn't work. It has to be facts, with evidence, presented with good grammar.
So i gave him the essay, he read it and i convinced him that Jesus was unmarried. YAY.

It was a really fun night, me and the girls were just playing all night. We played games and pretended to be characters from the Avatar, i was an earth bender, Lucy was an airbender, Ella was a water bender and Amity was a fire bender. AT first Lucy didn't want to play, but i finally convinced her by holding her horizontally and running around the yard saying shes an airbender that can fly. It was heaps of fun. and amity really got into it to, she was running around punching the air saying "me a fire bendaaaaaaaaah!" And later on in the night, we all got glow sticks, and amity got orange ones around her wrists so she could fire bend, and then we all got sparklers... so we all could firebend. And then we had a cartwheel contest, a hopping contest, a jumping contest, a running contest and a rolly polly contest. Not to brag or anything... but i basically won everything. (and so what if they are 2, 5 and 7 years old).
My aunty actually came out to join us at one stage, and she randomly started attacking me with tickles. And i was fully screaming, cuz i'm exteremyl ticklish. Then Little Lucy pushes her off and says "no." I was so stoked. She protected me! :D

And then we ate Pizza on a rug and gave the stars names. We had a bit of a DnM sesh. We talked about mean people, and what to do when people are nasty, we talked about our friends and we talked about God and stuff. It was fun. I am very lucky to have such wonderful little people in my life. Very blessed indeed.

So yer, that was basically my New Years Eve.

Today, i've just been watching Season 4 of 30 Rock with the fam and not much else.

Out.

Post Christmas Hardy Household.

(I bought Adam a Nerf Gun)

Adam: C'mon, just let me shoot you in the face...

Mummy: NO!

Adam: Awww... But Mariah let me!

Mummy: Yer, well i'm not a fool like Mariah.

Adam: It won't hurt!

Mariah: yer, it really doesn't hurt. It's just the shock when the suction plummets into your tender face. Really, It's alright!!!
*big smile and thumbs up*

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*sigh*

My mother didn't end up getting shot in the face. Whatta party pooper.