Whew! Crazy week!!!!!! Several weeks ago, we went to visit my grandparents, for my granddad's 80th birthday. My mom was in the hospital in labor and delivery all day long! On our way home, she got a speeding ticket, and now she has to hire a lawyer so she won't have to pay so much.
Now, if my mom doesn't go into labor by Tuesday, she'll be induced. I have to have all my schoolwork finished as well. A bunch of Latin, math, logic, literature, chemistry, and debate. Fun stuff (minus math and Latin), but it's all got to be done by Monday, which is when all that homework is due. Then I have to practice for my piano lesson tomorrow afternoon (I have a wonderful teacher!!!!!!) And then I have to learn a song with which I am auditioning for a major talent show.
I get tired just thinking about it! On top of all that, I have my chores and siblings to attend to. I've got to get in touch with my buddy for school so we can help each other. It's a crazy ride!
But despite all of this, and especially because of all of this, it is important to get time to myself. And not selfish time. One on one time with just me and God. I can get so caught up with all the busyness of my life that I forget the little things. The things that keep me sane and happy, and the things that keep my family happy.
The point it, make time for the little things. Don't get so busy with the big things that you can't get to the small things. Stop and smell the roses. It makes the walk worth it.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
personal favorite jokes
Once, there was a film crew who were shooting a movie in the jungle of the Amazon. The first day an Indian came up to them and said, "Sunny today." As the day turned out sunny, the film crew shot a film that would fit the weather. The next day the Indian came and said, "Rain today." And that day it rained. This continued on for two weeks: the Indian telling them the weather, and his predictions coming true. After the two weeks, the film crew was ready to film the biggest scene in the movie, but the Indian didn't show up with his weather prediction. Unsure of what to do, the crew waited. For three weeks they waited. Finally, the director was tired of waiting and he went to find the Indian. "Where have you been? We need your weather predictions! What will the weather be today?" The Indian shrugged and said, "Don't know. Radio broken."
One day, an atheist was walking through the woods, marveling at the nature around him. "Look at the mighty trees, the strong river. Look at the majestic mountains, and the graceful birds..." the atheist went on and on about what he saw. After an hour, he heard a rustling in the bush behind him. The atheist turned and saw a nine foot grizzly standing on his hind legs, mouth open, drooling hungrily. The atheist turned and started running, but he could feel the grizzly gaining on him. He chanced a look back and saw the grizzly was almost upon him. Before the atheist could think, he tripped over a root. Right before the grizzly swiped him with its paw, the atheist cried, "God, save me!" Time stopped, the bear froze, birds stopped chirping, water stopped running, clouds stopped moving. A voice from the sky said, "You have denied my existence all of your life. You have accounted my creation as nothing more than a cosmic chance. You have denied me, why should I help you now?" "You have a good point," the atheist said. "Can you just make the bear Christian?" "Very well," God answered. Time resumed. The bear contritely folded his paws and said in a rumbling voice, "Dear God, thank you for this meal which you have provided from your bounty. Amen."
Once, there were two sisters. One could not read very well, but was very strong. The other was extraordinarily smart. They had inherited the family ranch. All they had left were cows. The animals were dying off, because they could not reproduce. The smart girl, Steffy, said to her brawny sister, Susie, "We need to buy a bull so that we can keep this ranch going. I just found an add for a bull. We have $600. I'm going to go look at this bull. If I think we can afford it, I will call you to hitch up the trailer, and you can come pick us up." Susie nodded, and Steffy left with $600. Steffy liked the bull; he was perfect. And he only cost $599! Ecstatic, Steffy ran to the telegraph office and told the man, "I need to send a telegraph to my sister, telling her to hitch the trailer and come get me and the bull I just bought." The man nodded. "Okay. 99 cents a word, ma'am." Steffy's face fell. She could only send one word. After thinking about it for a few minutes, she said, "Alright, sir. Send the word 'comfortable'." "Comfortable? How are you going to tell her to hitch up the trailer and come get you and the bull in just that one word?" the man asked incredulously. Steffy grinned. "You don't understand. My sister reads slowly. She'll read it, 'come-for-da-bull'."
One day, an atheist was walking through the woods, marveling at the nature around him. "Look at the mighty trees, the strong river. Look at the majestic mountains, and the graceful birds..." the atheist went on and on about what he saw. After an hour, he heard a rustling in the bush behind him. The atheist turned and saw a nine foot grizzly standing on his hind legs, mouth open, drooling hungrily. The atheist turned and started running, but he could feel the grizzly gaining on him. He chanced a look back and saw the grizzly was almost upon him. Before the atheist could think, he tripped over a root. Right before the grizzly swiped him with its paw, the atheist cried, "God, save me!" Time stopped, the bear froze, birds stopped chirping, water stopped running, clouds stopped moving. A voice from the sky said, "You have denied my existence all of your life. You have accounted my creation as nothing more than a cosmic chance. You have denied me, why should I help you now?" "You have a good point," the atheist said. "Can you just make the bear Christian?" "Very well," God answered. Time resumed. The bear contritely folded his paws and said in a rumbling voice, "Dear God, thank you for this meal which you have provided from your bounty. Amen."
Once, there were two sisters. One could not read very well, but was very strong. The other was extraordinarily smart. They had inherited the family ranch. All they had left were cows. The animals were dying off, because they could not reproduce. The smart girl, Steffy, said to her brawny sister, Susie, "We need to buy a bull so that we can keep this ranch going. I just found an add for a bull. We have $600. I'm going to go look at this bull. If I think we can afford it, I will call you to hitch up the trailer, and you can come pick us up." Susie nodded, and Steffy left with $600. Steffy liked the bull; he was perfect. And he only cost $599! Ecstatic, Steffy ran to the telegraph office and told the man, "I need to send a telegraph to my sister, telling her to hitch the trailer and come get me and the bull I just bought." The man nodded. "Okay. 99 cents a word, ma'am." Steffy's face fell. She could only send one word. After thinking about it for a few minutes, she said, "Alright, sir. Send the word 'comfortable'." "Comfortable? How are you going to tell her to hitch up the trailer and come get you and the bull in just that one word?" the man asked incredulously. Steffy grinned. "You don't understand. My sister reads slowly. She'll read it, 'come-for-da-bull'."
Saturday, March 19, 2011
performing
I've always heard of it, but I've never actually had it. I've been scared before, and even after, I've performed before people. But somehow, my nerves are right at home in front of people. Today I had an audition for a piano camp. I was so nervous this morning that I could not feel anything. I was so nervous on the way to Raleigh, that I could hardly think. I was so nervous practicing, that my fingers trembled and I couldn't play. But when I was called back by the man who was judging, I wasn't nervous at all. Of course, I didn't play perfectly, and I felt like an idiot answering some of his questions, but I got through without looking petrified.
Once, I was in a play, and I was so nervous I was shaking before I went onstage. Onstage, I didn't even notice the crowd. Offstage, I started shaking all over again. It seems strange that what I'm scared of isn't scary, but I'm scared before and after I do it.
It doesn't matter if you're scared, though. Just do your best. That's all that's important. It's what I learned with this audition today. Nobody cares if you mess up, just so you have the guts to go on at all. Performing isn't something to be scared of, it's something to be looked forward to. To show the world what you've got!
It helps to have some safe hideaway in your brain. Pretend like you're all alone. And then it doesn't matter.
Enjoy yourself no matter what you do. Do it for the glory of God, and everything will work out.
Once, I was in a play, and I was so nervous I was shaking before I went onstage. Onstage, I didn't even notice the crowd. Offstage, I started shaking all over again. It seems strange that what I'm scared of isn't scary, but I'm scared before and after I do it.
It doesn't matter if you're scared, though. Just do your best. That's all that's important. It's what I learned with this audition today. Nobody cares if you mess up, just so you have the guts to go on at all. Performing isn't something to be scared of, it's something to be looked forward to. To show the world what you've got!
It helps to have some safe hideaway in your brain. Pretend like you're all alone. And then it doesn't matter.
Enjoy yourself no matter what you do. Do it for the glory of God, and everything will work out.
idiocies of the english language and fun facts
Ever heard the saying "Mind your own bees wax"? That saying came from refined English ladies in the 1700s, or sometime around that time period. For some wacky reason, people in England only bathed twice a year. Yeah, I know: totally disgusting! To keep themselves from looking so ... questionable ... the ladies would cover their faces in bees' wax. This hid the fact that they practically never bathed. It made them look beautiful. The only disadvantage to this beauty tip is that whenever they sat near the fire, the bees' wax would start to drip. Laughingly, other ladies would comment and the lady in distress would snap, "mind your own bees' wax!" It shut everyone else up, but the saying stuck and is now used as a mind your own business type thing.
"I could care less"? What you're really trying to say is, "I could NOT care less." I could care less, means we still care a little bit.
"Irregardless"? It's not even a word! Regardless means to not regard, and ir means not. So, irregardless basically means to not not regard, which, in turn means to regard.
And plurals? Seriously! Starting with box. "The plural is boxes, but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis, and shim."
Face it: English is CRAZY!!!!!!!!! "There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat."
"We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If teachers taught, why don't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you squeeze an olive to get olive oil, where does baby oil come from? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, across the ages, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which isn't a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible."
Crazy! Am I right, or am I right????
"I could care less"? What you're really trying to say is, "I could NOT care less." I could care less, means we still care a little bit.
"Irregardless"? It's not even a word! Regardless means to not regard, and ir means not. So, irregardless basically means to not not regard, which, in turn means to regard.
And plurals? Seriously! Starting with box. "The plural is boxes, but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis, and shim."
Face it: English is CRAZY!!!!!!!!! "There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat."
"We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If teachers taught, why don't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you squeeze an olive to get olive oil, where does baby oil come from? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, across the ages, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which isn't a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible."
Crazy! Am I right, or am I right????
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
know what you believe
Different people believe different things. I'm sure everyone has, at some point, had someone from a different religion knock at your door, trying to get you to believe what they say is the truth. Jehovah's Witnesses are very diligent about this, mainly because they believe their salvation can only be maintained by vigorous works. The Bible says "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith, not of works, lest any man should boast."
The man who started this religion was raised as a Protestant. So most of what they say sounds Christian. But this man tweaked certain things that he didn't like or couldn't understand. Things like the trinity. They believe that doctrine is satanic. Only 144,000 people will go to heaven, and the rest will go stay on a 'paradise earth'. They believe Jesus is the first created being, and that he is not all mighty or all powerful. They believe that Jesus didn't really rise, he was more reincarnated. The list goes on and on.
Yesterday, two ladies came to our house and stayed for about an hour, and we engaged in a lively discussion. For the first forty minutes or so, my mom talked to them, and I waited for just the right moment to spring my knowledge. (Earlier in the year, two Jehovah's Witnesses had come, saying they would be back. I had studied a lot so that I could sound intelligent, and not ramble on like an idiot.)
In the last twenty minutes, my mom went to do something in her room, and I asked the Witnesses about the death. I asked if the thief on the cross went to heaven. They said no. I asked about what Jesus said, "This day, you will be with me in paradise." They said that meant that the thief would be on the paradise earth. Then I asked if Jesus was on the paradise earth. They said no. I'm not quite sure they were understanding what I asked.
Then, because of the whole Trinity thing, I asked them to read Revelation 1:17-18, which says "I am the first and the last, and the living one. I became dead, but now I live forever and ever." (Rough translation) I had already established with them that the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, was the Almighty God. Then I asked them when, if God and Jesus aren't the same person, did God die? They couldn't answer that, but said they would be back next week to answer my question.
Know what you believe. It is so vitally important, not only for you, but for others as well.
The man who started this religion was raised as a Protestant. So most of what they say sounds Christian. But this man tweaked certain things that he didn't like or couldn't understand. Things like the trinity. They believe that doctrine is satanic. Only 144,000 people will go to heaven, and the rest will go stay on a 'paradise earth'. They believe Jesus is the first created being, and that he is not all mighty or all powerful. They believe that Jesus didn't really rise, he was more reincarnated. The list goes on and on.
Yesterday, two ladies came to our house and stayed for about an hour, and we engaged in a lively discussion. For the first forty minutes or so, my mom talked to them, and I waited for just the right moment to spring my knowledge. (Earlier in the year, two Jehovah's Witnesses had come, saying they would be back. I had studied a lot so that I could sound intelligent, and not ramble on like an idiot.)
In the last twenty minutes, my mom went to do something in her room, and I asked the Witnesses about the death. I asked if the thief on the cross went to heaven. They said no. I asked about what Jesus said, "This day, you will be with me in paradise." They said that meant that the thief would be on the paradise earth. Then I asked if Jesus was on the paradise earth. They said no. I'm not quite sure they were understanding what I asked.
Then, because of the whole Trinity thing, I asked them to read Revelation 1:17-18, which says "I am the first and the last, and the living one. I became dead, but now I live forever and ever." (Rough translation) I had already established with them that the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, was the Almighty God. Then I asked them when, if God and Jesus aren't the same person, did God die? They couldn't answer that, but said they would be back next week to answer my question.
Know what you believe. It is so vitally important, not only for you, but for others as well.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
nature 102
My dad, a former almost eagle scout, loves the outdoors. Hiking, camping, canoeing, fishing, gardening, anything as long as the weather is right. Last fall, a coworker of his was selling a canoe. About as thrilled as a boy in a candy store, my dad bought the thing. It's about 15 feet long, a deep red color. Though it can boast of giving fun pleasurable excursions, it can't really boast comfortable seating.
We live near the Tar River. We decided to go paddling to try this thing out. It was loads of fun for me, my dad, and my sister, Marie. Ronald, Lillianna, and Cameron were screaming and crying. They were positive that we would tip over and become fish food. They were wrong, however, and we survived. We even loved it so much we planned a trip for the next Saturday.
I had a ton of schoolwork to do, so I wasn't able to go. Marie came home with horror stories. They had paddled in a school of gar. These fish are about a foot long, with long razor-like teeth. If they were to bite you ... ow! The teeth almost looked like cat's teeth. And everyone knows, it's not fun to be bitten by a cat.
Completely not scared like, at all, I got all my schoolwork done and the next Saturday we ventured into the great unknown. I started paddling up front, my dad in the back, so he could steer it. We had left Lillianna and Cameron at home. That was a blessing.
We had been out about an hour, and it started to rain. Again. (It had been raining all week.) Since we were so far from where we had put in, we decided to keep going. I mean, we were brave explorers. We weren't gonna let a little water scare us!
Because of the rain, however, a small rapids had started up further downstream. We paddled for all we were worth. Our dad gave us a pep talk as we tried for all we were worth to keep us right side up. "Now, these rapids are strong. We need to paddle with all we got. I can't do it by myself. If you don't paddle when and where I say paddle, we will tip over." So, I was determined that I was going to keep us afloat.
But, alas and alack! The rapids were overpowering. My brain was screaming at me, "DON'T TIP! THE GAR WILL EAT YOU ALIVE!!!!" And I was also not at all afraid of the snakes my dad had told us inhabited these waters.
Despite our every effort, we tipped. Ronald, Marie, dad and I had to walk through the rapids, with visions of gar ripping our feet apart. Once we finally made it out of the rapids, we were soaked from the rain and the river.
Now, I know I said that I'm not an outdoorsy person, but to me, this was tons of fun! I love water. The only down side to everything was seeing fish belly up, thinking of snakes and fish with killer fangs. But it adds to the excitement!
My dad's 12 passenger van was practically flooded from all the water we brought in, and my mom totally freaked out when we dripped in. It was a fun day though, and I wouldn't have missed that experience for anything!
We live near the Tar River. We decided to go paddling to try this thing out. It was loads of fun for me, my dad, and my sister, Marie. Ronald, Lillianna, and Cameron were screaming and crying. They were positive that we would tip over and become fish food. They were wrong, however, and we survived. We even loved it so much we planned a trip for the next Saturday.
I had a ton of schoolwork to do, so I wasn't able to go. Marie came home with horror stories. They had paddled in a school of gar. These fish are about a foot long, with long razor-like teeth. If they were to bite you ... ow! The teeth almost looked like cat's teeth. And everyone knows, it's not fun to be bitten by a cat.
Completely not scared like, at all, I got all my schoolwork done and the next Saturday we ventured into the great unknown. I started paddling up front, my dad in the back, so he could steer it. We had left Lillianna and Cameron at home. That was a blessing.
We had been out about an hour, and it started to rain. Again. (It had been raining all week.) Since we were so far from where we had put in, we decided to keep going. I mean, we were brave explorers. We weren't gonna let a little water scare us!
Because of the rain, however, a small rapids had started up further downstream. We paddled for all we were worth. Our dad gave us a pep talk as we tried for all we were worth to keep us right side up. "Now, these rapids are strong. We need to paddle with all we got. I can't do it by myself. If you don't paddle when and where I say paddle, we will tip over." So, I was determined that I was going to keep us afloat.
But, alas and alack! The rapids were overpowering. My brain was screaming at me, "DON'T TIP! THE GAR WILL EAT YOU ALIVE!!!!" And I was also not at all afraid of the snakes my dad had told us inhabited these waters.
Despite our every effort, we tipped. Ronald, Marie, dad and I had to walk through the rapids, with visions of gar ripping our feet apart. Once we finally made it out of the rapids, we were soaked from the rain and the river.
Now, I know I said that I'm not an outdoorsy person, but to me, this was tons of fun! I love water. The only down side to everything was seeing fish belly up, thinking of snakes and fish with killer fangs. But it adds to the excitement!
My dad's 12 passenger van was practically flooded from all the water we brought in, and my mom totally freaked out when we dripped in. It was a fun day though, and I wouldn't have missed that experience for anything!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
nature 101
I don't know about anyone else, but I am definitely not an outdoorsy type person. If you tell me you are spending your day outside, I know who I will NOT see that day. This is probably because I have no tolerance to heat, and because I am pathologically afraid of flying insects. Therefore, it can be considered unfortunate that the majority of my family loves it outside! Well, late last week, my dad told me I had to go on this hike. Of course, I was not too happy about that.
Well, this morning, (and I am not a morning person either) all of my siblings jumped on me to get me out of bed. I wore my hiking boots, and some ankle socks (don't ever mix the two). I had a windbreaker, a short sleeved shirt, and jeans. The boots, I knew, would be uncomfortable. I had tied them pretty tight, but not tight enough, apparently. Within an hour, I knew I had about four billion blisters (minus the billion part). But I didn't want anyone else to think I was a big sissy, which I am. So I said nothing.
We came to this log about five feet off the ground. I'm pretty short, but I was just a little bit taller than this log. Like a genius, I decided to get on and cross this little creek. Well, I'm scared of certain heights. Ten feet is one of them. Completely terrified that I would fall, I literally could not move backwards or forwards. My dad had to help me across, but I started enjoying it. Then I tried to be a monkey, like Lillianna. She was laying on the log, scooching up with her feet, catching up with her hands. It seemed pretty effective. I looked over the slight detail that she is only five, therefore a good bit shorter and lighter than I am. I scratched myself pretty badly.
I was trying to jump off, but I stepped on a thick branch. It wasn't solid, so it cracked. I got a really bad cut on my leg, and it hurts. After I took my boots off a few minutes ago, I have like a solid ring of bruises around both of my legs.
We crossed about 25 bridges, which was kind of fun. Halfway done, we saw some friends from my class. That was really embarrassing, because my hair was totally wacky. They didn't seem to notice though. I felt a little sorry for them, because they were wearing sweatshirts. I guess they are more tolerant to heat.
We found about 10 logs, and of course, we just had to cross every single one of them. My youngest sister, Cameron, fell off and hit her head on another log. Ouch! But, hey, kids are resilient. As soon as dad said she would be okay, she said, "I want to get back on." It's a little ironic to me that kids have a lot more to fear, but they face it a lot better than other people do.
After we ate a nice lunch with a lake view (sandwiches a la dad), my three younger sisters decided they needed a little girl's room. No such luck. Half the fun of hiking is to find your own place to go. I don't really think it's fun, but it's definitely an interesting experience. They disappeared down this little ravine, and I thought, "Cool! No one could see you under there!" Because the plan was that they would go under the bridge. Well, turns out that it was nothing but a hole. Anyone could have seen. That wasn't as embarrassing as it was when I finally came out, and saw two people walking down the trail. I could have died!
The best part of the day for me, was when Cameron, only four years old, said to me, her sixteen year old sister, "It's okay. Let me hold your hand so I can protect you." It was adorable.
I guess the moral for the day is: enjoy yourself while it lasts, no matter if you're falling off a log, or hiding from hikers. I ended up enjoying myself, even though I didn't really want to go at first.
Well, this morning, (and I am not a morning person either) all of my siblings jumped on me to get me out of bed. I wore my hiking boots, and some ankle socks (don't ever mix the two). I had a windbreaker, a short sleeved shirt, and jeans. The boots, I knew, would be uncomfortable. I had tied them pretty tight, but not tight enough, apparently. Within an hour, I knew I had about four billion blisters (minus the billion part). But I didn't want anyone else to think I was a big sissy, which I am. So I said nothing.
We came to this log about five feet off the ground. I'm pretty short, but I was just a little bit taller than this log. Like a genius, I decided to get on and cross this little creek. Well, I'm scared of certain heights. Ten feet is one of them. Completely terrified that I would fall, I literally could not move backwards or forwards. My dad had to help me across, but I started enjoying it. Then I tried to be a monkey, like Lillianna. She was laying on the log, scooching up with her feet, catching up with her hands. It seemed pretty effective. I looked over the slight detail that she is only five, therefore a good bit shorter and lighter than I am. I scratched myself pretty badly.
I was trying to jump off, but I stepped on a thick branch. It wasn't solid, so it cracked. I got a really bad cut on my leg, and it hurts. After I took my boots off a few minutes ago, I have like a solid ring of bruises around both of my legs.
We crossed about 25 bridges, which was kind of fun. Halfway done, we saw some friends from my class. That was really embarrassing, because my hair was totally wacky. They didn't seem to notice though. I felt a little sorry for them, because they were wearing sweatshirts. I guess they are more tolerant to heat.
We found about 10 logs, and of course, we just had to cross every single one of them. My youngest sister, Cameron, fell off and hit her head on another log. Ouch! But, hey, kids are resilient. As soon as dad said she would be okay, she said, "I want to get back on." It's a little ironic to me that kids have a lot more to fear, but they face it a lot better than other people do.
After we ate a nice lunch with a lake view (sandwiches a la dad), my three younger sisters decided they needed a little girl's room. No such luck. Half the fun of hiking is to find your own place to go. I don't really think it's fun, but it's definitely an interesting experience. They disappeared down this little ravine, and I thought, "Cool! No one could see you under there!" Because the plan was that they would go under the bridge. Well, turns out that it was nothing but a hole. Anyone could have seen. That wasn't as embarrassing as it was when I finally came out, and saw two people walking down the trail. I could have died!
The best part of the day for me, was when Cameron, only four years old, said to me, her sixteen year old sister, "It's okay. Let me hold your hand so I can protect you." It was adorable.
I guess the moral for the day is: enjoy yourself while it lasts, no matter if you're falling off a log, or hiding from hikers. I ended up enjoying myself, even though I didn't really want to go at first.
Friday, March 11, 2011
crazy busy
With amazing speed, she wallows out of her water bed. Faster than turtle speed, she slips into her clothes, and before she could brush her hair her mom yells that it is school time. Carmen is not a normal girl. She knows things. Things that lurk deep in the murky water of the Atlantic ocean.
I like to write. So just for the heck of it, i'm writing some weird epic.
I am the oldest of 6 kids. Most of whom are under the age of 6. Well, half of them, anyway. One is 8, one is 14, and i'm 16. It's tons of fun. I'm one of those people who likes school. Logic, debate, and literature are my absolute favorite subjects.
Honestly, i'm not sure how to go about writing a blog. I guess i like, um, i don't know, write stuff. About stuff. Right now, three of my siblings are running around the couch and kitchen screaming bloody murder. I hope the neighbors can't hear.
My sister Lillianna had a hermit crab named Ariel. She died yesterday. So, to ease the pain of loss, we had a funeral for Ariel the crab. I officiated the ceremonies. I wore a lovely scarf over my head, which was supposed to look like i was in mourning, but my sister claimed it made me look like a gypsy. Well, so we dug a small grave with a serving spoon, and place Ariel in a grocery bag with love. The grocery bag was then placed in the hole with a red rose.
Then, we all sang Amazing Ariel at the top of our lungs. My neighbor across the street thought we were cuckoo. Then, my 8 year old brother, Ronald, said, "A few memorable words on behalf of the beloved crab." Then Lillianna said, "I will miss this crab. She was a good daughter. Can i have a fish now?"
It was more lighthearted than anything, not a tear was shed, but now Ariel rests in peace in our family hermit crab burial ground.
If this doesn't spell crazy with a capital C, i don't know what does! please feel free to comment on the craziness of your own life. toodles! :)
I like to write. So just for the heck of it, i'm writing some weird epic.
I am the oldest of 6 kids. Most of whom are under the age of 6. Well, half of them, anyway. One is 8, one is 14, and i'm 16. It's tons of fun. I'm one of those people who likes school. Logic, debate, and literature are my absolute favorite subjects.
Honestly, i'm not sure how to go about writing a blog. I guess i like, um, i don't know, write stuff. About stuff. Right now, three of my siblings are running around the couch and kitchen screaming bloody murder. I hope the neighbors can't hear.
My sister Lillianna had a hermit crab named Ariel. She died yesterday. So, to ease the pain of loss, we had a funeral for Ariel the crab. I officiated the ceremonies. I wore a lovely scarf over my head, which was supposed to look like i was in mourning, but my sister claimed it made me look like a gypsy. Well, so we dug a small grave with a serving spoon, and place Ariel in a grocery bag with love. The grocery bag was then placed in the hole with a red rose.
Then, we all sang Amazing Ariel at the top of our lungs. My neighbor across the street thought we were cuckoo. Then, my 8 year old brother, Ronald, said, "A few memorable words on behalf of the beloved crab." Then Lillianna said, "I will miss this crab. She was a good daughter. Can i have a fish now?"
It was more lighthearted than anything, not a tear was shed, but now Ariel rests in peace in our family hermit crab burial ground.
If this doesn't spell crazy with a capital C, i don't know what does! please feel free to comment on the craziness of your own life. toodles! :)
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