My Sponsored Child is Gone!!!

I didn't think it was even possible.

Above it my OLD sponsored child Suedi Suedi Ibrahim. He was wonderful. He would send me Christmas cards and was super sweet. I picked him because he was wearing a batman T-Shirt. I thought it was a sign from God.

Yesterday I got a letter in the mail explaining that my sponsored child had moved, and that I needed to pick a new one. It also came with a grieving brochure about how to let go of your sponsored child and move on with a new one. Which I appreciated.

There was a number to call for more information so I did. I wanted to know what happened to my little African sidekick. Turns out his family moved away without notice. That they have been trying to find them for weeks with no luck. Suedi and his family vanished in the night.

This has left me very distraught. Where's Suedi? Is he okay? Did he get kidnapped and his family went to find him? Were they relocated for work? Will they have enough food? And I am left powerless, sitting in my comfy couch in my comfy house with anything a girl would want. Yet I feel powerless, and like I lost a little tiny piece of me.

It may sound stupid, but I sponsored Suedi for 4 years. I became attached to him. Somewhere in the world there was a little boy in a Batman shirt taken care of because of me. And now he is gone, and none of that is true anymore. It's all gone.

Now I am looking through pictures on the World Vision Website, trying to make a heartwrenching decision, which child will I help and which one will I turn away? There is a little boy named Rethabile from Lesotho that is in the lead. He has tears in the picture and he could break your heart just by looking at him. I cried when I saw it.

I just wish God would give me a sign who to save. Who to help. Like last time....

Sick Days are not Helping....

Uck!

Being sick is gross and not fun. Mainly because as an adult there is no one around to make you feel better. Want the remote? Better find it! Feel Like Soup? Great, cause we have plenty for you to choose from and make yourself. Need medicine? Go find it and you better be paying attention when you measure it out or else you might accidentally kill yourself!!

It's not fun. The few times I tried to have my dog get me anything, all she brought back were ropes, balls, and one stuffed duck. Cute, but entirely not helpful. I should teach her to cook soup from a can.

The most unfun, inconvenient thing about being sick is that it makes my list so much more harder. The Bolder Boulder is not that far away, and now that I am registered its time to start nailing out some serious training! But how can you do that when you are paying your respects to the guy who build the toilet?

I went to the gym last night, telling myself that I was being a wussy. Then outta nowhere my body sent the clear message, "If you don't get us outta here, I am going to embarrass you!" I puked outside of my car.

With the end of this uncomfortable day approaching; I have new running shoes, my appetite back and my goals approaching. I'm getting nervous because it is about 1/4 of the year over. I thought that I would have at least 1/4 of the list done! I Think I am starting to fall on my face.

It's time to get moving!

Uncle Sam, And I, want Taxes

Alright,

Everything is starting to fall into place. Roommate, check! Acceptance, check! Husband on board, check! Can afford it......ehh.....

Before we know that we have to fill out some silly little thing called a FAFSA!! A FAFSA is an all knowing document that will magically tell the government and YOU! how much you can afford for school! And thank goodness, because I definitely needed a third party to come in and tell me how broke I am!!

The problem with FAFSA is for them to tell you how broke you are you first have to fill your federal taxes. Also known as a third party to tell you how much money you DIDN'T make last year. Once you have them done, then you can have the Taxes third party tell the FAFSA third party about your financial state, and then the FAFSA third party will tell you how broke you are for school. YAY!!

The reason that this is not done yet is because I imagine it is the same as getting measured for a wedding Tux. It is uncomfortable, and if someone else picked it out it is more than likely the ugliest thing you have seen. You spent the session imagining how ridiculous you look, and how your feet pinch in the shoes. Then with all of that you have a sweaty man with a tape measurer informing you on how fat you are and how your inseam in incredibly short. Thanks dude. Guess what, my mirror tells me the same thing everyday.

That is why I have been hiding from Uncle Sam and his stupid financial tape measurer. However, the sooner I get these two things done, the sooner I will know if I can afford school, the sooner I will be able to move on with some goals or let go of them and plan new ones. Sometimes even if you know the answer, you have to plug your ears and let the third parties do their talking. Even if you know what they are going to say.

We'll see. Pray for miracles. Cause at this point I am wondering if it is the only way for it to work.