10.29.2005

why are sharpies so cool?

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 understand the randomness of me. in fact i know the answer to half of those. like why gas is expensive. and why the sky looks blue...
---outishness---

10.28.2005

pics and other randomness//

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 mouthpiece part broke clean in half. Or so I was told. Tried fixing it with duct tape. Doesn't work. Now it sounds similar to brakes going out on a suburban in winter. dang.
that's why the colors in this post make the irish flag. i like ireland. as everyone knows by now.i got the serving sign-up page (it will forever be 'west side'; even if it does sound ghetto) right here. so many areas i want to do. if my dad doesn't do video stuff i might. (yikish) i mean hey, quite possibly the best guy to teach me lives in my house. my fam might be setting up, so i might. do that. then there's hospitality-which says coffee bar(?) under it. that'd be good stretch for me. working close to coffee is good :) and i want to be on the prayer team.so. yeah.
us west side people.
are scrambling. trying to fit everything.
that most church plants take 6 months for. into 3.

"...I love to tell the story
Redeeming love has been my theme
And will be when in glory
Not death nor life nor anything
Can ever separate me
O love that will not let me go
Yes, I am His forever..."

10.26.2005

stuff blowing up & a nice definition

Nice, a. (taken from mr websters' dictionary)
  1. Properly;
  2. Delicate; fine; "as cloth of nice texture"
  3. Accurate; exact...
  4. Recquiring scrupulous exactness...
  5. Percieving the smallest difference...
  6. Over scurpulous or exact...
  7. Fastidious; squemish...
  8. Easily injured
  9. Refined
  10. 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 watching Cast Away and our coffee pot sparked and fried. The next hurricane, our oven caught fire inside. This sunday I was working on a project on my dad's editing system and he told me to turn off the left monitor 'cause it was smelling funny. i had to turn it back on because the timeline thingy was opening on the left monitor....it kinda sparked...and made popping noises...and glowed red/orange inside... i shorted it out. Now we only have one moniter. oooops.
thank you God that 1) nothing has ever blown up our whole house or caught it on fire and 2)that we got a new microwave and stove out of the deal...now we'll get better moniters....hopefully.

10.25.2005

pictures.of ocean.from.10.10.05
















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).

10.21.2005

skateboarding, and dinner smells good

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.
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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 incredible that WE ARE GOING TO HEAVEN and not hell?! "the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair". So true. I am more grateful than I can ever express to You, my wonderful Savior. wow.
~~outbursts of gratitude~~

10.20.2005

sorriness.

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.

"you'll never know what it means to me..."

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 times you've embarressed the heck out of me and for forgiving me when I did it to you. Thanks for helping me prank the deserving and not-so-deserving. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate my brothers. (anytime you think you want one; come over.)
Thanks for being everything God knew I needed in a best friend. Including sanctification...


Our childhood was great, eh?
You always say "Steph and I played quietly together. Then we met you and had crazy games". But ya'll had just as much imagination; you were just waiting to use it with me. Some of our games were admittedly strange. Like Jews escaping Germans; and the whole whipping thing. Some of the things we did were pretty dangerous. Like nearly suffocating ourselves. Haha. Good times. Who thought that up?! Boy am I glad you never "got smart" and started running the opposite direction if I said "I have a good idea"...Sorry for all the times I got you into trouble. And blamed both of us. But hey, you didn't have to follow me...

Basically, I'm trying to tell you how much I love you and appreciate you. As seriously as possible. Seen any peaches lately? You know I am always there for you....no matter where "there" is. I guess you're laughing by now. At least smiling. (No matter how hard you try not to I can always make you smile. dorkamatic)


Have a good day; eat some chocolate; don't think of blue elephants (purple is ok)and remember: you belong to the Lord. He is pleased in his children who follow hard after Him. Especially when they can't see where the path is leading. But follow anyway. Be encouraged! You bring glory to God with your life and shine like a star in this darkened world. Keep it up.

{{dedicated to pippin took--prov.18:24b}}

10.18.2005

sadness with joy

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.

10.17.2005

nothing much or school + monday

"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 true: I am SO CLUELESS as to how much I need God. I couldn't exist without Him. I can't breathe without His grace. The fact that I can even inhale at all is only by his mercy. It reminds me how utterly helpless I am apart from Him. even oxygen is a gift I so often take for granted. We american christians are so blessed; maybe we are too blessed. So much of the church here is apathetic and while they might go to heaven; they are not living for eternity like our brothers in China or elseware. HOW TRAGIC when God saved us from ourselves!! we should be living in awe of Him and for only Him alone. He is so precious; so far beyond anything in this earth. we have eternity to look forward too....eternity with Him!! heaven blows my mind.

"you should see the moon in flight
cuttin' cross the misty night
softly dancing in sunshine
reflections of its light reach me now
You reach me now...
...how could such a King
shine His light on me and make everything
beautiful. again"

~~~overwhelmed by mercy and wishing she could adequately worship her King~~~

10.12.2005

waiting for someday

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 very last day
Trying to change what happened way back when
I believe it's the human condition
We all need to have answers to why
More than ever, I'm ready to that I
Will still sleep peacefully
With answers of reach from me until...

Someday all that's crazy
All that' s unexplained
Will fall into place
And someday all that' s hazy
Through a clouded glass
Will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting
For someday

We are born with a lingering hunger
We are born to be unsastified
We are strangers who can't help but wander
And dream about the other side until

...Every unsolved mystery
More than half of every whole
Rests in the Hands that hold you for someday....


Someday when I leave this broken earth and see glory. Someday I will never be sad or sick again. Someday my mom will get to hold Bryson, and we will no longer have to imagine his face. Someday I will fall on my knees before my Savior. Someday I will sing around His throne. Someday I will be able to breathe as deeply as I possibly can, at any given time. Someday I will be home.

10.09.2005

we might go far after all...

**pretend this color is yellow becasue all the yellows are too hard to read**
dad just called and 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 orleans 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.

overdue post

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.
There 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 talking and one of my girls runs in...and throws up. On the carpet. She said it happened a lot and seemed fine so we sent her back to bed. Cleaning puke off the floor at 3:46 in the morning. Sanctifying experiance. At 4:30 Kinsey is sick again. (she made it to the washroom). We didn't want to call her mom til a more sane hour. Which turned out to be 5:30; when she threw up yet agian. Her little sister commenced to join her misery. Poor Mrs. Shaffer picked her girls up at 6:30. I laid down on the couch and watched the light growing until 7:22 when i decided I may as well get up. I managed to drive home in the morning on 2 1/2 hrs of sleep without killing my sister or myself. Thank God.
I promptly crashed on the floor of my room and slept about 2 hours. Then went to deluge at 6. We only have it once a month so it takes a lot to keep me home. It was worth it. We sang my favorite songs.
We had to take rebekah home becasue she has a car but no license. dork. she should give the car to the person who drives her until she can drive herself...

that is my weekend.
my fam is watching some bmx thing on tv. those guys are insane but i have to confess it looks fun.

10.06.2005

canadian pictures: all lauren's fault!

NOTE: these are extremely random; just a few
pics i decided to post. there is no order. and the layout is confusing.






















<<^^memories...haha. nice "TU's"^^^^






^^^^"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...

10.05.2005

happy birthday (i think)

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....

10.04.2005

literature. ?

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:
We 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 this direction. I figured it'd be easy. It's a tiny side road off the main road, unadvertised and all because of certain buildings about which we do not speak. When I reach john young blvd, I know I shouldn't be there already. bummer. Usually I figure my way around by myself. despite being dyslexic. (haha). I can't find the cell in the dark. And I can't pull over. That part of orlando is where a little white girl shouldn't be alone after dark. Eventually Dad called and I found the ringing phone. There you have it. I got lost for the first time. stink. I laughed the whole time because only I would be lost in the ghetto. probably cause I'm not scared of things like that. I'm only scared by killer bees, heights, and suffocation. But those are other stories.

Hopefully that's not too boring. I'm rather pleased to find that my crazy posts which are so liberally picked apart are considered literature. for being so nice about your humble request i will tell you that in reality your nose is not really big....haha.
aly there are no stars here tonite so don't feel bad.
thanks for the coldplay; it was much enjoyed and appreciated. i could even imagine mr martin's voice (and accent) now i'm going to bed because i'm being threatened with the title of "sick". i just got rid of it. that word can only apply to me when i have a high fever.

"there's nothing wrong with me/its just that i believe things could get better"

10.01.2005

unusual post. but there are some redeeming qualities.

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 alive, you know.' It is about victory. It is about the joy that comes when blood tests return and a miracle is announced. It is the hope in a rescue that is come, a rescue that has found us, and the relentless hope in a greater rescue that is still coming--one that has not yet arrived but is no less present."
I had tears running down my face after reading that aloud. How true those words are. But God is good! For those of you who are like "what the heck" I'll try to explian.
My mom's sister is in her last chemo stages after a long hard struggle with cancer. (now her mom has cancer). It's only by God's amazing grace that aunt Lori is alive right now; not 2 years ago we thought she would be dying. You reach a point when every time the phone rings it makes your heart constrict. You wonder that maybe if you don't answer everything will be ok. I have been there when the phone is answered and you hear the words "blood counts are up". Then everyone starts screaming and looking at each other like "this is impossible." God is amazing. And now she is almost through (oh happy day!!).
Then there is my good friend from dance who fought it (and won) at only 13. Another victory from God.
Which gives me hope to think that maybe God will shock the doctors and my grandma will be healed on earth. If not we will be okay; she will go home. I can't really think about that now. this is getting alot deeper than I planned. It's a little more personal than i normally share. maybe it will encourage someone...

"when i look at the staaaaars...i see someone else."
out.