Tributes

Abby Jane-
You are beautiful, inside and out. What sticks out about you is that you know what you believe and you follow after that with all your heart. You are generous, caring, giggly, and responsible. Just remember, in all things, have fun. Life is meant to be lived daringly. You nicely surprised me when we were in the car listening to "Yeah" by Usher and you started dancing. Yeah!!! You are such a good listener, and you always make me laugh somehow. I long for the days when us four girls can move in together and wreak havoc upon whatever town we live. I love you so much.

Grace Elizabeth-
Although we are often ridiculously competitive over petty things, you know I never mean the negative things I say. You are super attractive, and your large ba-donk-a-donk only makes you that much hotter. And no, not like a "hot soccer mom." More like a hot 17-year-old. I can't say I love you more than you know, because you DO know. You were my strength during my slight emotional meltdowns during the "Germany" phase, kept me from being afraid during thunderstorms, and rescued me from that crazy, leering, blond psycho path when no one else noticed poor Joy being molested.


Rebecca Hope-
Even though we are all still the weird homeschoolers inside, I must say, you do display your inner homeschooler with great flourish. Not that anyone who hasn't been homeschooled would notice, but the little silly things you say and do make you who you are. You are quirky, fun, loving, silly, and basically an awesome person to hang out with. You make life never boring. Just remember to keep it real, a.k.a soft & floppy. You are a truly beautiful person. I love you, and I'm going to miss you so bad. So hurry up and come back.

Rantings of the Least Likely of all the Cousins to Rave about anything- by Abby

the purpose of this post is to point out at least one good thing (more if I can think of them) about each of the three most important girls in my life. I'll leave it to you to return the favor...

WITH WISDOM COMES GRACE~

Grace is the center of the see-saw. Rebecca and Joy occupy one end, while I cling to the other end. Grace is the voice of wisdom calming Rebecca and Joy's wild spirits, and egging me on to let go and live. Grace, you're awesome. Trust yourself and live.


ODE TO JOY~

A monkey, a super model, Smeagle, and a princess.... don't ask me how it's done, but Joy has somehow managed to bundle them all together into one hilarious, beautiful, fun-loving, daring, sometimes frightening cousin. Yea. That pretty much says it all. I love you Joyus!


REBECCA'S REASONING~

I don't think I'll ever understand you, my dear. Many a drawn-out conversation have we had, and rarely do we completely agree on anything. But that's okay. It only shines a brighter spotlight on the common ground that we do share, and makes our lighthearted moments even lighter. So not to make this too overly sentimental, I love you and I'm going to miss you. And please do send me a photo of the safety device they put on your rifle!


OKAY, RANDOM MEMORY:

do any of you remember when Hannah told us a story about a fat woman who went into a Rodney Howard Brown meeting and got hit with the Holy Spirit and danced until all her fat fell off, using a magnadoodle to illustrate her story?

it's not a ditch, just a rut in the road - by Abby

guys are wierd. they're either like a slobbering, growling pittbull, or a caged puppy who just wet his newspaper. either way they wear a mask of complete cool and total control of the situation. if you have nothing to say, they claim to have made you speechless. if you just grabbed the words right out of their throats, they claim they never meant to say anything anyway.... and if you tell them to back off and quit flirting with you, they play dumb. they're good at that. if they're riding high they try to get your sympathy. if you ditch them, they pretend they're riding high. king of the hill. hah! more like the little ant struggling to dig a tunnel under the hill, hoping you don't step on it. sorry buddy boy, it's not a ditch..... just a little rut in the road. you'll get over it.

Becky is Odd as well - By Joy

Although our friend Becky here thinks that she has escaped from the weirdness radar, no such luck!

I shall confirm a few things that she has said: Grace is the responsible head on all of our shoulders...keeping us from doing ridiculous things and chiding us when we do.

Second, I have come to terms with my monkey muzzle so it is no longer an issue. I find it sexy.

And lastly, Louie was skinny and Justin didn't dip.

HAH.

But anyways, Rick, I will miss you sooo much, and I love you more than words can say. Stay safe, please?

the Evil Wizard in silk wraps- by Abby Peisch

I'd like to give a shout-out to all the girls in America who are sadly deceived into thinking they look hott in orange... you know, those girls who strut around in the grocery store in their clingy sweatpants, their hair up in a mad-mommy pony-tail, and their fake orange tans? Do they never look in a mirror or something? Wake up girls, you look like you're slathered in red mud! My prejudice against tanning salons is slowly ebbing away, but not against the people who spend the majority of their lives cooped up inside them. It makes me sick.

And the other half of their lives are spent in nail salons getting their acryllic claws buffed and filled and cleaned. Hands are made for working. Yea you can paint your nails now and then, and please keep them clean (for my sake if nobody else's), but for heaven's sake let the Evil Wizard have the claws. Maintaining nails that prevent the hands from doing anything useful, like washing dishes, putting on makeup, or typing an angry blog, is the equivalent wearing a huge sign around your neck stating "I HAVE NEVER WORKED A DAY IN MY LIFE. I AM A BRAT." I know those girls are out there. That's right, I'm talking to you. Please take this to heart, but do not take offense. If I am ever found alive in a nail salon getting acryllics I will personally copy this blog onto a piece of paper and eat it.

Joy is Weirder - by Becky

not that i am taking anyone's side here, but being the objective older cousin of these two, i would like to clarify a couple of things. while grace is moody and cynical most of the time, she is also very fun and spontaneous. after a few drinks that is. she may beg to differ, but it is true. and there is nothing wrong grace, with being the responsible one. that doesn't mean you don't kick back and have a good time. it just means you have a good head on your shoulders and know how to use it. and you have really nice lips (with no monkey muzzle, an added plus!) and a classically beautiful face. i've always thought so....i admit that sometimes i wonder if you'll be okay...i mean, you don't find any males attractive. ANY! if james franco walked by you might give him a, "well, he's not hideous...." and when we watched the movie "Step Up" at lisa's, we were going nuts over channing tatum's jaw muscle and you mocked us and said that he had pig eyes. hmmm....its slightly surprising being that the only guys you come in contact with on a daily basis (other than family) are your stingy, over weight co-worker louie, and greene highschool boys who are on their way to getting mouth cancer from all the dipping they do. well i guess that just means you have more self respect than most of us, so i'll give you a pat on the back for that. and i might add that you are my shoulder to cry during our LSWBB (little sisters with bigger boobs) support group meetings.
now joy on the other hand, is super rediculous and often does crazy and embarrasing things in public. but she is pretty and has a nearly perfect body so she can get away with it. our aunt allie recently took all four of us neices, Becky, Grace, Abby, and Joy, out to dinner. afterwards we went to a starbucks to hang out and have a cup of coffee. some time during the evening joy decided that she would like to conduct a social experiment on how the public treats caucasian unwed mothers. she went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later as a 6-month pregnant teenage girl. she'd shoved a sweater under her shirt, perfectly molding it to look like belly. people stared. they did a double take....whats worse, she continually stroked it in public, making loud comments like, "oh man i need a ciggerette", or "dude i really shouldn't drink so much." the two guys sitting next to us looked extremely confused. later that night, she got out of the car and had a "contraction" leaning against a garage door in hasbruck heights. the two black kids stealing a bycicle across the street actually stopped what they were doing and stared. interesting interesting.......all that said, i will miss you both sooo much. you will always be my best friends and i love you Geetz and Joyus.

Grace is a weirdo

I have decided to dedicate this post to how odd my sister Grace is. You know my heart is behind this, because I rarely post on this website. But some issues must be addressed before they get out of hand or ridiculous. Which I believe she already has.

It all started when I passed her in Saxon Math and she got pissed. She then sank into deppresion and yelled at me a lot. It hurt.

I still cry sometimes.

Thank you ok.

Management.