wild melody

hey ya'll. i can think of a billion and fifty things but none profound. have i ever written anything profound anyway? nope. Trying to upload pics. the error thingy gives me no reason WHY there's an error. Is it because blogger finds them boring? 'cause my computer is stupid? or is the website having troubles? am i just dumber? are the pictures not real but figments of my imagination? maybe i am insane. talking to yourself is supposed to be a sign of insanity. i'm not the only one if that's true... I want to know.... is the sky really blue? why don't the leaves change color here? why do i hate mushrooms? why is dark chocolate so good? why do cars need gas? why is gas so expensive? why do we sin so much? why are humans so proud they won't accept Christ? why do people hate snakes? why do i love stars? and the ocean? why do people say why? swashk not something else? HA i invented another word. where do words come from anyway? don't ask. i do not under...

Or not. My pics aren't working. Stubborn things.....((got the title in right order this time. )) That's the first dyslexic thing I've done all week. Randomness: I.)) I visited a church in Corning, NY in Aug. That's how I met D &her bro. She rocks. He's 'teaching' me bass via email. haha. Long story. If someone who lived close to me had a bass, I could try it out and see if I understood any of what he said. If I ever blow my life savings on a bass it will be all Jar's fault. :) II)) Really missing my irish Penny Whistle. :( Just as I was finally making noise that sounded more like music than screeching. It broke. I was playing it in the kitchen. Ya know when cookies are in the oven, it's oh-so-boring 'cause you can't leave them. If you do it's likely you'll get absorbed in something, not hear the timer and burn them into hockey pucks. left it on the counter after cleaning the kitchen. Bre knocked it off the counter and the mouthp...

Nice, a . (taken from mr websters' dictionary) Properly; Delicate; fine; "as cloth of nice texture" Accurate; exact... Recquiring scrupulous exactness... Percieving the smallest difference... Over scurpulous or exact... Fastidious; squemish... Easily injured Refined Weak; foolish.... OR as Mr. T put it: 'basically, it just means "stupid".' That's why I crack up laughing when stubborn Canadians use it constantly in every post.(purposely) Haha. words change over time, eh? what is it with the my house & stuff catching on fire?! ((or blowing up)) We had a fire in our microwave. Someone was heating up sauce and there was a bit of tin foil left on it...so poor Joe was in the kitchen when it blew up. And caught fire. He opened the door and threw soaking wet paper towels on it haha. At least it still works..Our last microwave blew up too. And last year when the first hurricane hit we didn't lose power right away. So at llpm we're wa...

these are some pics i took when my family went to the beach.shore.atlantic ocean. a few wks ago. It was a great day. The water was cool--some of my fam would call it cold. I think it was perfect--the waves were wild. Strong current. If you went out too far you'd be pulled out to where the little sharks live. I love the ocean. I don't care if it's the pacific or atlantic but I couldn't live too far away from it. (6hrs being too far). I've found that I can live without mountains, as i have too; but the ocean...ONLY if God calls me too. Amber--so that's what a shout out is. Never really knew. Umm so sorry to have left you out but see I only posted on what people had commented. now you get one all to yourself. hopefully this isn't too long for ya. haha. (now do you see why i was so excited to walk on the dunes at white rock? we have none).

umm..dinner does smell good but why it's in my title I have no clue. About skateboarding....Fall makes me think of skateboarding. Explanation: I used to skate 'back in the day'. It's really all Dustin's fault. (one of my cousins. a.k.a "the boys") Why do I think of them in fall? Mabye 'cause we visit them in the fall. They were really into skating back then. So Dustin taught me. Or tried. He gave me a board and told me not to fall off. I did more falling then skating. He tried to teach me tricks; but we learned pretty quick that shredded jeans don't make happy moms. It was fun. Until they moved to VA. Traitors. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do you say about funerals? It's kinda awkward because you don't want to say it was good. But you can't say it was bad either. You're terribly sad and missing the person; but yet glad that they are in heaven with Christ. They are tricky things. THANK YOU JESUS!! Isn't it in...

sorry ya'll. i didn't disable the comments, i think it does it automatically after 70. cause prince harry got cut off when he was in narnia.

Happy birthday Bekah-Boo; Happy Birthday to you!! Once you're 18 they kick you out of Neverland...just kidding. Your imagination's good enough. You can stay 'till 21.:) When that happens you can sail away to cahoots...haha...did i ever tell you that is a real word? And it means "to be in league with"; not a tropical island... Sorry. No! This is't supposed to be funny! I am trying to honor her. Seriously, Rebekah. You've been such a blessing from God in my life these past 14 years. (that's how long we've known each other, right?) Thanks for being my first girl friend; and my "bosom friend". (haha) God's used you countless ways in my life. To encourage and convict. Thank you for all the times you point out my sin and drag me out when I withdrawl. Thanks for making me smile when I feel like crying. Thanks for making me laugh so hard I do cry. Thanks for all of the memories, inside jokes, laughs, and yes the few tears. Thanks for all the...

Lester Monk went home this morning at 1:30am. He ran the race very well. I can imagine his Savior telling him "well done, good and faithful servant". He has no sorrow...but those of us who are left to keep running cannot help but miss him. I only wish I'd seen him more recently. But God knows best. Someday I'll see him again. I wonder if he'll remember to tell me I look taller. ((The Monks were a wonderful couple that went to Metro. They only come every once and awhile now cause its a very long drive. They served many people well. I'll never forget him. Every time he saw me he'd tease around and yet always tell me that I seemed taller or I was getting taller or something like that because he himself was very tall and i was-and still am-short)). Anyway I just wanted to honor him a little. I couldn't post anything else anyway becuase this was on my mind.

"I see you got the double title thing goin' on there..." ((*apology for the ad on my last post...i never checked it...sorry 'bout that*)) today was monday. didn't do much. Had a minor battle with a dragon named Chem. He kept spitting fire all over me and I kept trying to fight him with my left hand. Except my sword is right-handed. I didn't even know they made them that way. i finally defeated Chem(istry) after quite a while and managed to escape with only a few minor bruises and a headache.... OH yes! my mom was listening to clips from the SGM cd that came out today. I found that all those new songs we've been singing at metro are from it. we sang one like "you are the way" yesterday and I kept thinking it sounded like Pat Sczebel. But I told myself "you don't really know him that well". well, whaddya know I was RIGHT!! It was one of pat's songs. switch of subjects. "I need you; more than i admit or understand..." how...

I can't pretend to be something I'm not. This will be serious. (synonymous with boring?) My soul is too heavy and I am feeling too much right now to care. I'm sitting here with many questions running through my mind, knowing that they won't be answered. I don't know if an answer could help anway. It'd probably be beyond my comprehension. "His ways are not are own". Yet I find comfort in asking; because it reminds me that He has reasons. And that I don't have to do anything but trust. What peace. In this fallen world there is so much "broken glass". How often we find ourselves cut and bleeding; in desperate need of a Healer to breathe mercy on our wounds. Nothing tragic happened to me. But sometimes when others are hurt; it hits very close to home. Your heart breaks for them. There is nothing you can do but pray. And hope for someday. Someday I believe in the rest of the story I believe there's still ink in the pen I have wasted my ver...

**pretend this color is yellow becasue all the yellows are too hard to read** dad just called an d said to check green bay's score. i expected them to be losing painfully--dad is the type who'd call and be laughing hysterically at my "pathetics". we beat new o rleans 52 to 3 ! WHOO! last night dad and i were talking to these little boys about football teams and one aksed if i had one. i said "yeah, the packers ". he blinked and went "ouch". it was funny. i belive he actually felt bad for me. so i said "yeah...it's not our best season; but i'm loyal". he tried to amend it by saying "at least you have a team . most girls don't." haha.

Sorry ya'll. I actually was busy. Unlike Joel. Nobody yelled at me for not posting. Wow. Thanks. Either people are getting busy real lives or they are just patient. Had an adventure Friday. Which was NOT marvelous. So crazy. I learned a lesson in flexibilty and down-and-dirty service. oh my. T here was a "lock-in" for Metro's Missionettes. (missionettes is girls meeting. learn a biblical lesson and do projects to earn badges. like girl scouts.) Bre is in Stars and I'm a teacher for her class so I had to go. The volleyball tournament was moved to the same night, which kept our girls up much later than we'd planned. ((Aside:Stephen has the canada video almost done (yippeee) but is busy with deadlines for real projects. i'm not going to ask him to hurry. Amber and Britt: ooohh maaann. i am so stupid!)) We put the girls to bed at midnight. Tina and I had the bright idea to sleep on the couches in the foyer. We're standing in the doorway to the gym tal...

NOTE: these are extremely random; just a few pics i decided to post. there is no order. and the layout is confusing. ^^^^" tastes like dissolving glass...." (quoting jess ) ^falling off of railings; wading in the pacific^ ^^^the best car wash sign ever^^^ aly's little pink hat...miss her>>> the rock where lauren and i are going to build our house. bethany and jessica are renting the basement and kara the attic.... now nobody will read about the squirrels...

I think it is joe's birthday. he told me he wanted to go see David Crowder in Seattle on his birthday; and they are in Seattle today. hopefully he will get to go see them. they're going to be in Orlando the 30 so i'm going then. it's cheaper than flying up there. i am having template issues. i tried the old vancouver one. but it just screamed "you are not canadain" at me. dang. there aren't any other green ones i like. so the only reason i'm posting is to say happy birthday to joe; and if you wish to read something more interesting you'll have to read the post before this; in which i get lost for the first time in the getto. (it's not as thrilling as it seems). wishing there was snow; or at least that it was cold; but wishing only works on stars and though it is dark because of clouds, it's daytime....

Miss Bennet (Elizabeth) apologizes for the lack of posts due to busy- ness . she's sorry for not being faithful but glad she can post whatever she might choose (not "chose") ...where was i? oh yes. Monday . on Monday i did school. then i picked dad up from work after dance, which ends at 8pm. But I got home much later. Things happened. What follows could be called one of my "marvelous adventures". Except I've never had one; I've only wished too. I'm not quite sure what a "marvelous adventure" is. but here's a story anyway: W e had devotions at the end of class instead of the beginning. Causing some of us to {fall asleep}. I just laid my head on the floor to "rest" but it became half-awake-half-asleep-couldn't-move-if-i-wanted-to...very unusual for me. i don't fall asleep just anywhere...SO I leave dance late. Then there's a train. It's driving down Oakridge I realize that I've never come from th...

hi. i'm posting from beks house. say hi beks. she always looks over my shoulder. she reads slow and goes "dont turn the page yet". hoser. Mary K. is here to. she said she'll kick me out and make me homeless if i'm mean. Now she's excited because HER NAME IS IN PRINT! wow. we're really tired. we've been ice skating. i love ice skating. except that i go really fast and can't stop and slam into the plexiglass like a hockey player....haha. another good reason to move to canada, eh? i got the new David Crowder cd. my mom loves david's songs. so i opened it in the car and started reading. sitting in the car at walmart this is what i read: "This recording is about that collision. It is the collision of our fallen state and our Maker's transcendence.... it is about too many who know intensely what pain the word 'cancer' holds and the words of my friend whispered in my ear, 'it's okay. none of us are getting out of here aliv...