Ahhh, It's good to be back. I would do a book list but it I haven't been reading much lately and the ones I have read are The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and Lord of the Rings which hardly count since I have read them thousands of times before. I also have been watching more movies than normal in my Survey of Classic American Films class. A long title for a simple class, we watch movies, then analyze them. It's so much fun! Anyway so let's get on with the list.
The Film that most changed Film
Citizen Kane
Directed by Orson Wells
Okay so this movie can be terribly depressing since the main character dies in the first few seconds of the movie. But that it what makes this film so unique. Charles Foster Kane's (the main character) story is told through other people. Not only that but it has amazing shots. Flashbacks. One of the first films to be told in non-chronological order. The characters age throughout the film. It's a beautiful film, that didn't win Best Picture, although it should have.
The Most Creative Film
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
Directed by Kerry Conran
This is a movie like you've seen before. Okay, well maybe some of it you've seen but definitely not all (otherwise the director would have had to get the rights and so on) First of all it's a Sci-Fi film that takes place in the 1940s. It's all shot on Blue-screen, even though it doesn't look like it all. And you never know what some gizmo or person is going to do next. It's also quite humorous.
Film that will most likely have you say "Huh? That doesn't make sense! What were they thinking?"
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Directed by Steven Spielberg
I can not say why this film gets this award because it will give away most of the movie. However, trust me, it does win this award. Check it out for yourself... if you dare...
Best Animated Feature
WALL-E
Directed by Andrew Stanton
This film by far wins best animation, (it'll probably win the Oscar too, keep your fingers crossed) The animation is so... beautiful and alive. I don't know how they did it, but they were able to make a robot come to live with his expressions. WALL-E doesn't have to say anything you can tell what he's thinking by his... facial... (I guess) expression.
Most Surprising Ending
The Illusionist
Directed by Neil Burger
Once again I can not tell you why, by this film wins. Watch it, watch it twice, because you probably will have to. (Also check out the lighting and Cinematography... amazing)
Most like Real Life
Dan in Real Life
Directed by Peter Hedges
Yep, it even says so in the title, it is like real life. I was watching this movie half thinking if they had gone to our house. It's real and it's real funny too.
Most Happy/Sad... but mostly sad
Jakob the Liar
Directed by Peter Kassovitz
This is a good movie. With a good story, a movie you should watch. Although be careful there is a German version in German that's not as good.
Most likely will make you want to Dance and Sing
Singin' in the Rain
Directed by Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen
Yep, this movie will make you want to laugh, sing and dance, preferably in rain. It's an awesome movie, great.... everything... what more can I say?
Best Example of how not to live your life and Most dislikable main character
Gone with the Wind
Directed by Victor Fleming
Despite the awards I gave it, this is a great film. It won best picture, best cinematography, best costume, best actress, and probably a lot more that I'm forgetting. Although be forewarned, it is a long good movie. If you're going to watch you have to commit to it. But it is worth it.
...well I think that's it... there are more good films out there but unfortunately only Best Picture is good enough for them.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Adventures of Remolding a Kitchen
I love food. I'm just gonna that straight out. I'm not hugely picky (not a fan of olives, mushrooms or anything too spicy) and if I am it's how the food is made or the ripeness of the fruit (bananas have to have a little to taste really good). But I love food, my goodness, I'd die without food. I also love making food, and helping other people make food, by taste testing of course. However, this past week, not a fan of food and it's all summed up in three words: Remolding the Kitchen, and such evil words they are. What those word mean, is this, no kitchen until you get your new one which means two things, your food is spread throughout the house and frozen food. If you think those are bad enough allow me to elaborate.
When your food is spread out throughout the house a simple feat like making toast takes forever. You have to find, jam, butter, cinnamon and sugar. Unlike most adventures, they give you clues to find stuff. I have to yell, "MOM! WHERE IS THE BREAD?!" and then in a more quiet tone, "In the....." "WHAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" "In the B...." "WHERE?" "IN THE BASKET" "OH HERE IT IS! THANKS!" I do that for every single item. Then I have to make on 4x4 foot table filled with toaster, paper, plates, cups, bowels, and silverware, which gives me an 3x3 in workspace. Oh yeah, we have Styrofoam plates that squeak when you cut on them and forks that break when you try to cut stuff.
The frozen food is by far the worst, my taste buds have been severely affect due to burning my tongue and the bland tasteless food. Praying has been difficult, I start laughing. So I made up a Frozen-Food-Remolding-the-Kitchen- prayer
Thank you for this food, I guess.
but please save us from the Cardiologist.
By your amazing power, I ask
that you change this frozen feast,
Into a nutritious meal,
I know it's a daunting task,
But I am certain you can.
If you can change water into wine,
You can make this meal taste quiet fine.
Also help the digestion process,
help the stomach do its best.
Help it accept the food,
That'd be nice if you could.
But mostly, oh god, I pray,
Let our kitchen come today.
When your food is spread out throughout the house a simple feat like making toast takes forever. You have to find, jam, butter, cinnamon and sugar. Unlike most adventures, they give you clues to find stuff. I have to yell, "MOM! WHERE IS THE BREAD?!" and then in a more quiet tone, "In the....." "WHAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" "In the B...." "WHERE?" "IN THE BASKET" "OH HERE IT IS! THANKS!" I do that for every single item. Then I have to make on 4x4 foot table filled with toaster, paper, plates, cups, bowels, and silverware, which gives me an 3x3 in workspace. Oh yeah, we have Styrofoam plates that squeak when you cut on them and forks that break when you try to cut stuff.
The frozen food is by far the worst, my taste buds have been severely affect due to burning my tongue and the bland tasteless food. Praying has been difficult, I start laughing. So I made up a Frozen-Food-Remolding-the-Kitchen- prayer
Thank you for this food, I guess.
but please save us from the Cardiologist.
By your amazing power, I ask
that you change this frozen feast,
Into a nutritious meal,
I know it's a daunting task,
But I am certain you can.
If you can change water into wine,
You can make this meal taste quiet fine.
Also help the digestion process,
help the stomach do its best.
Help it accept the food,
That'd be nice if you could.
But mostly, oh god, I pray,
Let our kitchen come today.
Friday, October 3, 2008
He's got the Whole World in His Hands
I'm sure you've sang it thousands of times as a kid, "He's got the Whole World in His Hands" but as soon as you high fifth/sixth grade you stop singing it, and then you never do again. Unless maybe you're reminiscing on "the good ol' days." However, I think everyone needs to sing this song, no matter how old you are because somehow we always forget that he has the whole world in his hands. That he is taking care of us. Our lives never leave his hands.
We often mistake the "whole" in the song for "part" or "those other people" or "good Christans" or even "anyone but me" but that's not true he has the WHOLE thing in his hands. Everything. From the tallest mountain to deepest part of the ocean. From the President to the poorest child. It's all there, right in his hands. There is nothing out of reach or sight of God.
The only problem about singing the song for older people is that it's too childish, not that it's bad, but let's face it " He's got the tiny-winy babies, in his hands" doesn't work for us. So here's some ideas for the remodification of the song.
He's got all our problems,
In his hands.
He's got all our tears,
In his hands.
He's got the sick and weak,
In his hands.
He's got the poor and hungry,
In his hands.
He's got the lost and searching,
In his hands.
He's got all our lives,
In his hands.
He's got all our plans,
In his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole stinkin' World in his hands.
He's got every corner, every life in his hands.
.... And I'll you something, those are the best hands for our lives and world to be in.
We often mistake the "whole" in the song for "part" or "those other people" or "good Christans" or even "anyone but me" but that's not true he has the WHOLE thing in his hands. Everything. From the tallest mountain to deepest part of the ocean. From the President to the poorest child. It's all there, right in his hands. There is nothing out of reach or sight of God.
The only problem about singing the song for older people is that it's too childish, not that it's bad, but let's face it " He's got the tiny-winy babies, in his hands" doesn't work for us. So here's some ideas for the remodification of the song.
He's got all our problems,
In his hands.
He's got all our tears,
In his hands.
He's got the sick and weak,
In his hands.
He's got the poor and hungry,
In his hands.
He's got the lost and searching,
In his hands.
He's got all our lives,
In his hands.
He's got all our plans,
In his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole stinkin' World in his hands.
He's got every corner, every life in his hands.
.... And I'll you something, those are the best hands for our lives and world to be in.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My feelings about Math (which are very negitive)
I've been going to school for a while now, and although I still don't like homework, by far the worst homework in whole universe in all it's eternity, is math. Doesn't matter what it is I hate it. Those four letters have continued to ruin my life ever since first grade. The only thing I ever remember about math is how much I hate it.
First of all who cares? If I wanted to know what x equal or the angles of a triangle, I would've figured it out on my free-time. I believe that four plus four or x equals whatever is a mystery that is best left alone. Plus, it's all confusing you do this and times it by this number and it magically becomes this number, which you then minus by this then times it by the other number and then you have plug it back into the equation and do it all over again. Honestly if any one wanted to torture me, make me do math. Or if someone said, "Do this algebraic function right or we'll kill you." I'd probably just say, "Shoot me now 'cause it'll be wrong."
My philosophy on math is this: Calculators do a darn good job of doing our math, I say we keep on letting them go at it, if someone wants to do math for fun, they can go ahead. (However, that person should probably be evaluated by a physcologist)
Fortunately I way to counter my math problem. God has given me a great gift that helps me greatly with my math homework. Creativity. How does this help? Well, let's say, hypothetical situation, I don't understand my math homework, (that whole "hypothetical thing was total sarcasm by the way) I'll just creatively make up my own way to solve the problem. It may not be right, but I got my homework done, besides that what re-dos and extra-credit are for. So say I have problem (which by the way are very fitting names, because in my life they are most definitely problems) I might add the four to the five which is nine and times that by the two to get x which is eighteen.
You may be thinking "Poor Child she doesn't know her algebra," but believe me I prefer it this way. This is the only way I have fun with math.
So that's how I feel about math. You may feel differently about it and that's okay, (even though I think you may need serious help if you do) but my blog is to write about how I feel. If you want to write about how amazing math is write your own blog. On this one "math" and "amazing" will never go in the same sentence, except that last one.
First of all who cares? If I wanted to know what x equal or the angles of a triangle, I would've figured it out on my free-time. I believe that four plus four or x equals whatever is a mystery that is best left alone. Plus, it's all confusing you do this and times it by this number and it magically becomes this number, which you then minus by this then times it by the other number and then you have plug it back into the equation and do it all over again. Honestly if any one wanted to torture me, make me do math. Or if someone said, "Do this algebraic function right or we'll kill you." I'd probably just say, "Shoot me now 'cause it'll be wrong."
My philosophy on math is this: Calculators do a darn good job of doing our math, I say we keep on letting them go at it, if someone wants to do math for fun, they can go ahead. (However, that person should probably be evaluated by a physcologist)
Fortunately I way to counter my math problem. God has given me a great gift that helps me greatly with my math homework. Creativity. How does this help? Well, let's say, hypothetical situation, I don't understand my math homework, (that whole "hypothetical thing was total sarcasm by the way) I'll just creatively make up my own way to solve the problem. It may not be right, but I got my homework done, besides that what re-dos and extra-credit are for. So say I have problem (which by the way are very fitting names, because in my life they are most definitely problems) I might add the four to the five which is nine and times that by the two to get x which is eighteen.
You may be thinking "Poor Child she doesn't know her algebra," but believe me I prefer it this way. This is the only way I have fun with math.
So that's how I feel about math. You may feel differently about it and that's okay, (even though I think you may need serious help if you do) but my blog is to write about how I feel. If you want to write about how amazing math is write your own blog. On this one "math" and "amazing" will never go in the same sentence, except that last one.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Just a few little blips while I'm here
I'll start with the sad one, I MISSED INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
sad. anyway that's all...... P.S. It was Sept. 19.
Anyway I'm always impressed with how stupid we humans are, actually not really, I'm depressed, and I'm impressed that God didn't wipe us out with a flood a long time a ago and leave the Earth blank, instead of repopulating it with Noah. I guess what I'm trying to say is we just don't get it do we. We're all like Dory from Finding Nemo, we always forget, and as soon as we're told it again, we forget.
I am always amazed and grateful of how endless God's love is. No matter how bad we screw-up he's there.
Also no matter how hard things are he's there. We're like blind people and he's our seeing-eye-dog. we have no idea where were going, but our leader does. And no matter how dark and void our eyesight is, he sees the full picture— imagine rabbit ear TV vs. High definition.
I was watching a comedian, Mark Lowery and he said that his dad used to tell him scary bedtime stories about him and his brother and it didn't matter how scary it got they knew who was telling the story and that it would all be alright. We're the same way. No matter how scary things get, you know who's telling the story, and it'll be alright. God is your author and he's the best one out there. His book has been the Best-Seller for years.
I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
sad. anyway that's all...... P.S. It was Sept. 19.
Anyway I'm always impressed with how stupid we humans are, actually not really, I'm depressed, and I'm impressed that God didn't wipe us out with a flood a long time a ago and leave the Earth blank, instead of repopulating it with Noah. I guess what I'm trying to say is we just don't get it do we. We're all like Dory from Finding Nemo, we always forget, and as soon as we're told it again, we forget.
I am always amazed and grateful of how endless God's love is. No matter how bad we screw-up he's there.
Also no matter how hard things are he's there. We're like blind people and he's our seeing-eye-dog. we have no idea where were going, but our leader does. And no matter how dark and void our eyesight is, he sees the full picture— imagine rabbit ear TV vs. High definition.
I was watching a comedian, Mark Lowery and he said that his dad used to tell him scary bedtime stories about him and his brother and it didn't matter how scary it got they knew who was telling the story and that it would all be alright. We're the same way. No matter how scary things get, you know who's telling the story, and it'll be alright. God is your author and he's the best one out there. His book has been the Best-Seller for years.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
An explanation (Or more commonly known as, an excuse)
I just wanted to take a few minutes to explain something to you my reader, how ever many I have, which I don't think is that many, but I don't really care. Basically I want to explain why I haven't been blogging all that much. I am on staff with The Bengal's Purr, which for those of you who don't know, it is our students newspaper. I am the News Editor, which sounds a lot more exciting than it actually is (never mind it's a lot of fun I get to boss people around and being that I am a youngest child I don't get that opportunity often). Anyway, aside from Bengal's Purr I also go to school, shocking I know, which means I my fair share of homework.
I'm sure you've been told that school is job, well it is, and knowing how hard a job school is I can't wait to start a real job. My life consists of waking up at the atrocious hour of six o'clock stumbling to the table to eat breakfast, then stumbling in the shower for much longer than I ever intend to, and going to school. Once I'm at school I go to my classes my teachers talk, I space out, then I realize I'm spacing out so I snap back to the present only to go back into zone out mode a few minutes later. Usually by second hour my stomach is continuously telling me it's hungry, and I start thinking about food. I have lunch, go to more classes. On a typical day I'll go home do homework until approximately dinner time, then I either go to bible study, youth group, or Awana.
Recently the paper is starting to come out with it's first issue, which means I'm staying after school until about 3:30 or more which means I don't get home until 4. So naturally I don't have a lot of time to write, and if I do I don't usually feel like it because I've been writing all day. I'm not complaining, I some-what enjoy it. But that is the explanation of why you don't see more blogs. And seeing how the only solution is to either drop out of school, or invent more hours of the day, it probably won't stop any time soon. My only regret is that the reason I don't blog more is because of busy school schedule not a busy saving-the-world schedule. Unless, of course, I really am saving the world and this is only a ploy to make you think it is school, but if that is true or not I'll never tell. And if I did I would have to shoot you.
I'm sure you've been told that school is job, well it is, and knowing how hard a job school is I can't wait to start a real job. My life consists of waking up at the atrocious hour of six o'clock stumbling to the table to eat breakfast, then stumbling in the shower for much longer than I ever intend to, and going to school. Once I'm at school I go to my classes my teachers talk, I space out, then I realize I'm spacing out so I snap back to the present only to go back into zone out mode a few minutes later. Usually by second hour my stomach is continuously telling me it's hungry, and I start thinking about food. I have lunch, go to more classes. On a typical day I'll go home do homework until approximately dinner time, then I either go to bible study, youth group, or Awana.
Recently the paper is starting to come out with it's first issue, which means I'm staying after school until about 3:30 or more which means I don't get home until 4. So naturally I don't have a lot of time to write, and if I do I don't usually feel like it because I've been writing all day. I'm not complaining, I some-what enjoy it. But that is the explanation of why you don't see more blogs. And seeing how the only solution is to either drop out of school, or invent more hours of the day, it probably won't stop any time soon. My only regret is that the reason I don't blog more is because of busy school schedule not a busy saving-the-world schedule. Unless, of course, I really am saving the world and this is only a ploy to make you think it is school, but if that is true or not I'll never tell. And if I did I would have to shoot you.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Dark Day
Not only did I hear the heavily falling rain, but I also felt beat down on me as I walked down the street. Cars drove past, and I heard the water wash under the tires. The cars were as uncaring of me as I was to them. I walked further my head and clothes soaked by the torrents of rain coming down from the sky.
As I walked along I listened to my feet, slish slosh, slish slosh it said. Then I heard an accompanied sound of feet behind me. I didn't panic, but continued to walk steadily along and pay no heed to the noise of my follower.
The sky was dark and the sun was hidden behind blankets of clouds. The sun hardly had shone her face all day, as if she was too scared to come out behind the clouds. Before I could stop myself I looked back to glance at my follower. Through the falling rain and the dark I could see nothing. I turned around, there in front of me was my follower, dress, of course like all villains, in black.
I could've been my imagination, but it felt like the rain was coming down harder. I felt a drop coming down my face like a bead of sweat. My follower approached me.
"Nasty weather isn't it?"
"Not quiet as nasty as yourself." I commented back.
"We are certainly in a bad mood aren't we?" replied my follower, "I was just trying to create conversation."
"Quite the civility and get on it," I retorted. "I'd like to get home at a decent time."
"We can definitely do that, if you give it to me," my follower said smirking.
"I'm sorry, but that I can not do."
"Pity," he shrugged. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill you."
"And I'm hoping I don't get pneumonia. Let's get this over with shall we?"
"As you wish."
Then he charged me. At the last moment I stepped to the side, took his out-stretched arm pulled it behind him, and held him against the wall. The rain continued to pour.
"You always make this so easy,"I said.
"You didn't have to do that right away you know."
"I told you I want to get home."
"What are you going to do with me?" He asked, voice a little shaky.
"Give you another chance." I let go of him and started to walk away. Once again I noticed how wet I was. I was only three, maybe four feet away when I heard the cocking of a gun, and then the firing of one. I felt to the hard wet ground, safe —well, not exactly— and alive. I turned around, he had the gun pointed at me.
"You still can't get it right can you?" I asked.
"Third times the charm."
"That never works."
"Just watch," and he fired the gun. Right then I dove toward his feet and knocked him to the ground. His head hit the pavement, hard and was out. I took his gun, and said to the unconscious body, "I'll let you try, one more time," then walked away in the rain.
In a couple days I was sick. A week later I had pneumonia. I knew it would happen.
As I walked along I listened to my feet, slish slosh, slish slosh it said. Then I heard an accompanied sound of feet behind me. I didn't panic, but continued to walk steadily along and pay no heed to the noise of my follower.
The sky was dark and the sun was hidden behind blankets of clouds. The sun hardly had shone her face all day, as if she was too scared to come out behind the clouds. Before I could stop myself I looked back to glance at my follower. Through the falling rain and the dark I could see nothing. I turned around, there in front of me was my follower, dress, of course like all villains, in black.
I could've been my imagination, but it felt like the rain was coming down harder. I felt a drop coming down my face like a bead of sweat. My follower approached me.
"Nasty weather isn't it?"
"Not quiet as nasty as yourself." I commented back.
"We are certainly in a bad mood aren't we?" replied my follower, "I was just trying to create conversation."
"Quite the civility and get on it," I retorted. "I'd like to get home at a decent time."
"We can definitely do that, if you give it to me," my follower said smirking.
"I'm sorry, but that I can not do."
"Pity," he shrugged. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill you."
"And I'm hoping I don't get pneumonia. Let's get this over with shall we?"
"As you wish."
Then he charged me. At the last moment I stepped to the side, took his out-stretched arm pulled it behind him, and held him against the wall. The rain continued to pour.
"You always make this so easy,"I said.
"You didn't have to do that right away you know."
"I told you I want to get home."
"What are you going to do with me?" He asked, voice a little shaky.
"Give you another chance." I let go of him and started to walk away. Once again I noticed how wet I was. I was only three, maybe four feet away when I heard the cocking of a gun, and then the firing of one. I felt to the hard wet ground, safe —well, not exactly— and alive. I turned around, he had the gun pointed at me.
"You still can't get it right can you?" I asked.
"Third times the charm."
"That never works."
"Just watch," and he fired the gun. Right then I dove toward his feet and knocked him to the ground. His head hit the pavement, hard and was out. I took his gun, and said to the unconscious body, "I'll let you try, one more time," then walked away in the rain.
In a couple days I was sick. A week later I had pneumonia. I knew it would happen.
Lame Poetry Monday: Week Whatever
...yeah i know I missed last week. I was busy.... sue me...
Who would've thought?
Chicken,
Salad,
Spaghetti Sauce,
Refried Beans,
Stir Fry,
Potatoes,
And Rice
Are all things you can find in our Fridge
In various Cottage Cheese containers.
When you open one up
you never know what you'll find,
Like a treasure hunt in the Fridge.
So you can imagine my surprise,
When searching through the food
I opened a container of Low- Fat Cottage Cheese
and found Low-Fat Cottage cheese.
Who would've thought?
That the label on the outside,
Would tell you what's on the inside.
Who would've thought?
Chicken,
Salad,
Spaghetti Sauce,
Refried Beans,
Stir Fry,
Potatoes,
And Rice
Are all things you can find in our Fridge
In various Cottage Cheese containers.
When you open one up
you never know what you'll find,
Like a treasure hunt in the Fridge.
So you can imagine my surprise,
When searching through the food
I opened a container of Low- Fat Cottage Cheese
and found Low-Fat Cottage cheese.
Who would've thought?
That the label on the outside,
Would tell you what's on the inside.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Shorty-Brown and the Three Stores
*The following is a relatively true story despite any similarities to any fairy tales. It's a story that you may also relate to, and if you can't relate to it you are a very blessed person*
Shorty-Brown and the Three Stores
Once upon a time in a town not too small, and not too big, there lived a girl. The girl was called Shorty-Brown because she had short brown hair. One day when Goldilocks, one of Shorty-Brown's friends, was away on vacation Shorty-Brown went shopping. She needed to find some clothes because, much to her dismay, school was starting. So she went to the only shopping mall in the town The Mall.
Shorty-Brown walked into the mall and saw three stores for her to choose from. She stepped in the first one to see what it was like. The store contained dresses, skirts, and very nice, dressy shirts. "Oh no," said Shorty-Brown, "This place is too fancy." So left the store to explore the second one.
Shorty-Brown walked into the second store. It also had dresses, skirts, and nice shirts, but it also had jeans and other types of clothing more Shorty-Brown's style. She starting looking around the store and picked out a pair of jeans, then looked at the price tag, $200.00. "Yikes," she said, "This place is too expensive." she put the jeans back and proceeded to the other store.
Shorty-Brown walked into the third store and looked around. It had dresses, skirts, shirt of all types, jeans, and everything Shorty-Brown needed and liked. She also noticed that the prices were decent so she said, "This place is just right!"
Shorty-Brown began looking for jeans, the first item and the list. She got some and tried them on.
"These ones are too small."
"These ones are too big."
"These ones are too long."
"These ones are too short."
"These ones are too light."
"These ones are too dark."
"These ones are too skinny."
"These ones are too wide."
"These ones are too low."
"These ones are too high."
On and on it went until finally, Shorty-Brown said, "These ones are just right!"
Next Shorty-Brown looked for shirts.
"This one is too small."
"This one is too big."
"This one is too sparkly."
"This one is too ugly."
"This one is too pink."
"This one is too thin."
"This one is too thick."
Once again this went on and on until Shorty-Brown said, "This one is just right!"
Now Shorty-Brown went on to the shoes.
"These ones are too big."
"These ones are too small."
"These ones are too hard."
"These ones are too soft."
"These ones are too white."
These ones are too colorful."
"These ones are too bland."
"These ones are too 'Bam!'"
"These ones are too narrow."
"These ones are too wide."
Finally Shorty-Brown said, "These ones are just right!" After all that shopping Shorty-Brown bought her jeans, shirt, and shoes. Then went home and fell asleep on the "just right" bed that Goldilocks gave her for a present.
THE END
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The Pirates Who Don't Know Anything
These past couple week I've been helping out in a VBS called Pirates in the Park. Obviously it's all about Pirates. However, I was deeply saddened to observe that people just don't know that much about Pirates. They don't talk much about Pirates. They don't act much like Pirates. People have the attire down right—at least we're doing something right—all it takes it a bandanna, dangly ear-rings, and baggy clothes. So I'm going to give you all a few pointers on Pirattitude, yes it's a real word, which means how to act and talk like pirates. You can apply these lesson on Talk like a Pirate Day, September 22.
ARRRRR!!!!: First thing is first, the most exaggerated pirate term of all "Arrr!!!" It sounds simple, but there's a lot more to it than just two letters, oh, that's the first thing we need to talk about. Arrr only has two letters. It's "ARRRR!!!!" not "ARRGGGHHH" that is a viking and as far as I know there is no "Talk like Viking Day" Another problem with Arrr is how you say it. It's not "Ar" like your saying the letter "R" it ARRRRRRR!!!!!" It's deep, loud and throaty. Not quiet coughing up a hairball throaty, more like clear your throat throaty. So that's a brief talk on "ARRR" and remember if you can't say it right don't say it at all because more than likely there is a pirate who will hear you and cut your throat if you don't say it right.
Pirate Vocabulary: After you get Arr down you need to expand your Pirate vocabulary. Pirate talk is more than just saying "Arrr!!! Me hearty!!! Let's go Find some treasure Matety!!! Swab the Poop Deck!!!" Before we get started on more words one always must remember that "Me" replaces "my" not "I". Okay so more words. Well, some goods pirate terms are:
Port
Starboard
Quarterdeck
Gallery
Main-mast
Bowsprit
Stern
Aft
Knot
And since I'm not a Dictionary I'll let you figure out what those mean. So know you have some lingo, but there's more. Pirates insult each other, I guess it's how they show love... maybe. So here are some Pirate insults:
Lily-livered
Landlubber
Filthy
Dirty
Dog
Savage
Scurvy
Mangy
Cad
Name: Now every Pirate has to have a name. Why? You might ask, well I'll tell you. Say your name is Bob/Mary Smith and if your a Captain it's Captain Bob/Mary Smith. You meet a small, defenseless ship you call out, "Surrender to Captain Bob/Mary Smith." They will most likely pelt you with Cannon fire and sink your ship before you can say, "Davy Jones Locker."
The reason is simple—just ask Westley from The Princess Bride— Captain Bob/Mary Smith isn't at all intimidating. It doesn't strike fear in people's hearts. However, Captain Blackbeard does or Captain Bloody-Bones. Another option —if you don't wish for people to pee their pants at the sound of your name— is to find a cool sounding name. Captain Bob/Mary Smith doesn't sound cool, (no offense if your name is Bob/Mary Smith) but Captain Jack Sparrow does. And if your a real good Pirate you'll find a name that's both cool and frightening like Long John Silver.
One more thing, not everyone can be Captain. It just doesn't work, so also find a name that doesn't have to have "Captain" in front of it. Of course a few people can be Captains, after all we do need Captain, but the jobs not right for everyone.
Acting like a Pirate: When your a Pirate you have to act and walk like a Pirate, you're not an average Joe walking down the street, you're a Pirate! The terror of the high seven seas! You have to walk big and important because you are. Walk with a swagger in your steps, after all you have been at sea for five months. Walk with an air of importance, like you own everything and you'll kill anyone who gets in your way, because if your a real pirate you probably will. If you want something, take it, and if they complain, threaten them. Have no manners at the table, reach, grab, burp and hit people in your way. Be selfish. Above all else don't take bath or brush your teeth, like I said, Pirate life is not for everyone.
Pirate Stance: Clench your fists, like your going to punch your first mate for taking your rum, and place them on your hips. Lift your head, squint your eyes a little like your looking into the wind and the sea salt is spraying in your eyes, but as you are ever so slightly squinting look like your looking far out beyond the horizon. Keep your face blank, expressing only a feeling of importance and command. Spread your feet shoulder width apart. There that is the Pirate Stance! (it also helps to have something billowing in the wind, a scarf or sash, preferably red)
I really hope you take these tips to heart, if you don't another pirate might take his knife to your heart for being a disgrace to Piracy.
REMEMBER TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY, SEPTEMBER 22!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Things I've learned on vacation...
- Shortcuts: Yeah they're great most of the time, but don't go to them at night, in the woods, without a flashlight, with sandals or flipflops. particularly if there is mud bog in the trail. You have the comfort of stepping into three-inches of mud while looking for your sisters flipflop in the dark.
- Parents: If your parents tell you that you have to go to a family get-together, but you really want to go rafting with your Youth Group, it really is good to go to the family thing.
- Car trips: Don't eat a lot of say.... French Dip before you go on a very windy road. Chances are you'll see it a lot sooner than you'd like to.
- Rain: Never miss a chance to walk in a rain storm (with the right clothes on of course). Seriously, it's TONS of fun.
- Grandpa: I learned a lot about my Grandpa on this trip than almost anyother. He really is an amazing man who builds thing and loves the Lord. He's a man of few, but wise words. You spend just a few minutes with him and learn a lot about life and God.
Monday, August 4, 2008
L.P.M: Week IV
I don't want to know
Everyone says,
"Look at that,
It's really gross!"
Everyone turns to look,
But me.
I don't want to know.
Camping in the mountains,
No toilets at all.
Unless you count the ones,
That you don't flush.
As I walk in,
The stench is unbearable,
And as I sit down
I tell myself,
"I don't want to know."
I drive along the road,
But something is in front of me,
And it's not a car.
Something smashed on the ground,
A treat for the crows.
When I drive by I say,
"I don't want to know."
There are many things in this world
That are foul, filthy, and disgusting,
But I don't want to know what they are,
So please,
Please,
Please,
Don't tell me.
Everyone says,
"Look at that,
It's really gross!"
Everyone turns to look,
But me.
I don't want to know.
Camping in the mountains,
No toilets at all.
Unless you count the ones,
That you don't flush.
As I walk in,
The stench is unbearable,
And as I sit down
I tell myself,
"I don't want to know."
I drive along the road,
But something is in front of me,
And it's not a car.
Something smashed on the ground,
A treat for the crows.
When I drive by I say,
"I don't want to know."
There are many things in this world
That are foul, filthy, and disgusting,
But I don't want to know what they are,
So please,
Please,
Please,
Don't tell me.
Monday, July 28, 2008
L.P.M. (Lame Poetry Monday): Week III
The Hunter and Hunted
I am the hunter.
I silently watch my prey.
I wait quietly to strike.
I watch his every move,
And I wait.
Then I waylay into my prey.
But he is watching me,
With a million more eyes.
And he has a way of escaping,
Death's gripe countless times.
So I leave,
But then I return.
For I am the Hunter,
And I do not give up.
I sneak more quietly.
I move more softly.
I attack more swiftly.
I ready my weapon,
And I let him have it.
My aim is perfect.
I have struck dead center.
I watch my opponent,
My nemesis,
My enemy,
My hate,
Drop.
Down,
Down,
Down,
He goes.
And moves no more.
And I the hunter,
Have won.
I the hunter,
Have killed the fly!
I am the hunter.
I silently watch my prey.
I wait quietly to strike.
I watch his every move,
And I wait.
Then I waylay into my prey.
But he is watching me,
With a million more eyes.
And he has a way of escaping,
Death's gripe countless times.
So I leave,
But then I return.
For I am the Hunter,
And I do not give up.
I sneak more quietly.
I move more softly.
I attack more swiftly.
I ready my weapon,
And I let him have it.
My aim is perfect.
I have struck dead center.
I watch my opponent,
My nemesis,
My enemy,
My hate,
Drop.
Down,
Down,
Down,
He goes.
And moves no more.
And I the hunter,
Have won.
I the hunter,
Have killed the fly!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Lame Poetry Monday: Week II
I don't know how to tell you
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a booger in your nose.
I cannot help but stare,
As it moves to and fro
Whenever air blows.
I think it wanted to leave
The cramp confines of the nose,
But on the way out,
It got stuck on your nose hairs,
Doomed to cling and wait.
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have something on your face.
A forgotten piece of food perhaps?
Maybe you were "saving it for later,"
Though I really doubt that's true.
It probably decided,
That it didn't want to be eaten.
That it would rather spend its days,
Perched upon your cheek.
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a stain upon your shirt.
In a spot that makes it hard,
To deter your eyes away.
Maybe you spilled coffee,
Or you were playing in the dirt.
What ever the cause,
I won't know
How you got that on your shirt.
I don't know how to tell you,
All these things I've said.
So I'll just sit and smile,
Pretending everything's okay.
Because I
Honestly,
Truthfully,
Sincerely,
Don't know how to tell you,
So I won't.
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a booger in your nose.
I cannot help but stare,
As it moves to and fro
Whenever air blows.
I think it wanted to leave
The cramp confines of the nose,
But on the way out,
It got stuck on your nose hairs,
Doomed to cling and wait.
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have something on your face.
A forgotten piece of food perhaps?
Maybe you were "saving it for later,"
Though I really doubt that's true.
It probably decided,
That it didn't want to be eaten.
That it would rather spend its days,
Perched upon your cheek.
I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a stain upon your shirt.
In a spot that makes it hard,
To deter your eyes away.
Maybe you spilled coffee,
Or you were playing in the dirt.
What ever the cause,
I won't know
How you got that on your shirt.
I don't know how to tell you,
All these things I've said.
So I'll just sit and smile,
Pretending everything's okay.
Because I
Honestly,
Truthfully,
Sincerely,
Don't know how to tell you,
So I won't.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Lame Poem Mondays
Yesterday my sister established "Lame Poem Monday" for all us bloggers. The idea is that sometimes we have to get it out of our system with a poem. Regardless of how well-written it is. So here is my kick-off poem to "Lame Poem Mondays"
Math
If there is one thing,
I don't understand
It's math.
Find Y.
Y do I care?
Who cares what x is?
eXcuse me, but I don't care.
How fast is Johnny traveling?
Only police care about that.
Find the measures of the missing arc.
Look in the bible if you want to know.
How many feet in 23 meters?
Enough to make it 23 meters.
If you start on the 10th floor, go up 3 floors, then down 5, up 2 more then down 8, what floor are you on?
Ask the elevator boy, not me.
If there are fifteen kids in Mrs. Schulerizers class and she makes 30 cookies how many cookies per kid?
She's the teacher, you ask her for help.
If only they would leave us alone,
why do we have to know?
The world has got enough problems,
why add more to solve?
Math
If there is one thing,
I don't understand
It's math.
Find Y.
Y do I care?
Who cares what x is?
eXcuse me, but I don't care.
How fast is Johnny traveling?
Only police care about that.
Find the measures of the missing arc.
Look in the bible if you want to know.
How many feet in 23 meters?
Enough to make it 23 meters.
If you start on the 10th floor, go up 3 floors, then down 5, up 2 more then down 8, what floor are you on?
Ask the elevator boy, not me.
If there are fifteen kids in Mrs. Schulerizers class and she makes 30 cookies how many cookies per kid?
She's the teacher, you ask her for help.
If only they would leave us alone,
why do we have to know?
The world has got enough problems,
why add more to solve?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Indiana Jones and the Countless Escapes
Last Friday I watched Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the lost Ark, maybe you've seen it. Not only does it have an mouthful of a title, but an eyeful of effects and stunts. If you've ever seen Indiana Jones you know what I'm talking about. This guy is amazing. He fights large masses of people by himself twice, finds the ark in a pit of snakes, get traps and escapes with his girl, fights a guy nearly three-times his sized, saves himself and his girl from being blown up, fights a guy after he's been shot in the arm, climbs under a moving car (after he's been shot in the arm), climb aboard a Nazi submarine, saves him and his girl from "the wrath of God", and makes it safely home to Washington D.C. and has a drink with his girl. Whew! As you're watching those kinds of movies, you're probably thinking—like I was—no way this is possible. You can't survive that many close calls. Well, everything you thought is about to change because you can.
1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation (or trials) has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted (or tested) beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted (or tested) he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
See? We're all Indiana Jones, we can, because of God, get out of anything. God won't let you face anything that beyond your ability to endure. So if you, like Indiana, and have to fight a 250 pound muscle freak, you can't say, "Oh God! I can't fight him! Make him go away or something." God says, "Nope. You can do it. If you couldn't I wouldn't have let it happen. You have to trust me." And if you're stuck in a pit full of snakes and there's no way out, God will provide you with a way out. (maybe by smashing down an Egyptian god statue)
God always provides a way out, an escape. He also doesn't give you anything you can't handle. Have we got that down? This is important stuff. In fact, I would, If I were you, —which I'm not which might be a good thing I dunno— memorize this verse.
Gasp! memorize? Did she say memorize? Like Sunday school memory verse memorize? Yep. Here's why if you're in a situation where you think, "I can't do this." 1 Corinthians 10:13 will pop into your head and you'll think, "Oh yeah I can." So that means, no more excuses! (Dang it!) And if right now you're thinking, "I can't memorize that verse." Look again at what the verse says. Besides, if kids who can't even read can memorize verses, you can too.
One more thing, the first part of the verse basically says that whatever we face, other people have faced it too. You're not the only one that's been tempted to steal cookies from the cookie jar (terrible I know). Others have gone through the exact same thing. So there's can be no, "Woe is me! No one else has gone through this mess like I have! Boohoo!" Pretty much what this verse does, is stop people from making ridiculous excuses.
And if you're still thinking,"This is impossible! I can't be like Indiana Jones and escape from everything! It's all made up!" Well there's plenty of examples in the bible:
1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation (or trials) has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted (or tested) beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted (or tested) he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
See? We're all Indiana Jones, we can, because of God, get out of anything. God won't let you face anything that beyond your ability to endure. So if you, like Indiana, and have to fight a 250 pound muscle freak, you can't say, "Oh God! I can't fight him! Make him go away or something." God says, "Nope. You can do it. If you couldn't I wouldn't have let it happen. You have to trust me." And if you're stuck in a pit full of snakes and there's no way out, God will provide you with a way out. (maybe by smashing down an Egyptian god statue)
God always provides a way out, an escape. He also doesn't give you anything you can't handle. Have we got that down? This is important stuff. In fact, I would, If I were you, —which I'm not which might be a good thing I dunno— memorize this verse.
Gasp! memorize? Did she say memorize? Like Sunday school memory verse memorize? Yep. Here's why if you're in a situation where you think, "I can't do this." 1 Corinthians 10:13 will pop into your head and you'll think, "Oh yeah I can." So that means, no more excuses! (Dang it!) And if right now you're thinking, "I can't memorize that verse." Look again at what the verse says. Besides, if kids who can't even read can memorize verses, you can too.
One more thing, the first part of the verse basically says that whatever we face, other people have faced it too. You're not the only one that's been tempted to steal cookies from the cookie jar (terrible I know). Others have gone through the exact same thing. So there's can be no, "Woe is me! No one else has gone through this mess like I have! Boohoo!" Pretty much what this verse does, is stop people from making ridiculous excuses.
And if you're still thinking,"This is impossible! I can't be like Indiana Jones and escape from everything! It's all made up!" Well there's plenty of examples in the bible:
- Israelites and the Red sea
- David and Goliath
- Gideon and the Midianites
- Samson and all the lions and such he killed
- Esther and Israelites
- Paul and his escape from jail
- Paul and the bite from the serpent that he didn't die from
- Paul and the shipwrecks (weren't there three?)
- Peter and the basket
- Joshua and Jericho
......Anyway, you get the idea, just read the entire bible, there are a lot more examples. So just as a sum up: Nothing you have face isn't anything new or different that any other person before you. God will never give you anything you can't handle, he's always with you too. God always provides you with an escape. But not always robust theme music when you do, unfortunately.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Girl VS Sprinkler
I had a fight today, sadly I must report that I lost. But I'm sure you want to here the story. I went to water my neighbor's lawn, because I house-sit for her, and when I went over there the sprinkler came alive and squirted me without mercy. I was forced to retreated. However, as much as I wish that was true, it (of course) is not. It has to do with my stupidity rather than the sprinkler's brutality.
The first part is true, I went to water my neighbor's lawn. Normally, I would go turn OFF the sprinkler set it in a new area then turn it on again. Recently, I witnessed a new—and seemingly easier— way to perform this task, by bending the hose. When you bend the hose, as most of you know, it stops the water from flowing. So I went to the front-yard bent the hose, and no water came out.
Now for a little background information, the sprinkler in the front-yard, when you turn it on, sprays water in a circle simultaneously. The sprinkler in the back-yard is the one the sprinkler dance comes from, it goes it a circle spraying water at various times. Now back to the story.
So I bend the hose down, no water. I move the sprinkler, I encounter problem. I am very close to the sprinkler head, the moment I let go I will get drenched. So I solve the problem, using what's in my head, I reach as far as I can, grab the hose with my free hand, bend it, let go with my other hand, no problem. Finally, I was far enough away from the sprinkler head that I wouldn't get wet, so I let go. Now I went to the back-yard.
As I headed over to the back-yard I thought, "This sprinkler's going to be no problem." Because most of the time you can stand behind it and not get wet at all. Isn't it amazing how deceivingly simple things can become? I also noticed something else, I had an audience, my neighbor's neighbor was outside watering his lawn. I tried to ignore it, so bent the hose and set it down.
That's where my mistake was, the sprinkler head was pointed straight towards me. Either one of two things happened(or both) 1) It didn't register in my mind, sprinkler head toward me. In my head it was like, "The sprinkler head is straight towards me, that's nice. Wait, what?!?"
or 2) The hose was slippery and it fell from my hands. It doesn't really matter what happened, the point is, it did, and I was sprayed.
Nevertheless, about 95% from my waist down, on my front was soaked, drenched, water-logged, whatever you wish. So I did what I normally do in situations like that, I laughed. My sole audience member laughed too, I think. Afterwards I walked home. Thankfully no one was out because it looked like my bladder had reached the maximum level of its capacity and therefore exploded all the contents out, if you know what I mean.
So there's the story. I'm not really sure if it has a moral or not, though if it does I sure you're smart enough to decode it yourself.
The first part is true, I went to water my neighbor's lawn. Normally, I would go turn OFF the sprinkler set it in a new area then turn it on again. Recently, I witnessed a new—and seemingly easier— way to perform this task, by bending the hose. When you bend the hose, as most of you know, it stops the water from flowing. So I went to the front-yard bent the hose, and no water came out.
Now for a little background information, the sprinkler in the front-yard, when you turn it on, sprays water in a circle simultaneously. The sprinkler in the back-yard is the one the sprinkler dance comes from, it goes it a circle spraying water at various times. Now back to the story.
So I bend the hose down, no water. I move the sprinkler, I encounter problem. I am very close to the sprinkler head, the moment I let go I will get drenched. So I solve the problem, using what's in my head, I reach as far as I can, grab the hose with my free hand, bend it, let go with my other hand, no problem. Finally, I was far enough away from the sprinkler head that I wouldn't get wet, so I let go. Now I went to the back-yard.
As I headed over to the back-yard I thought, "This sprinkler's going to be no problem." Because most of the time you can stand behind it and not get wet at all. Isn't it amazing how deceivingly simple things can become? I also noticed something else, I had an audience, my neighbor's neighbor was outside watering his lawn. I tried to ignore it, so bent the hose and set it down.
That's where my mistake was, the sprinkler head was pointed straight towards me. Either one of two things happened(or both) 1) It didn't register in my mind, sprinkler head toward me. In my head it was like, "The sprinkler head is straight towards me, that's nice. Wait, what?!?"
or 2) The hose was slippery and it fell from my hands. It doesn't really matter what happened, the point is, it did, and I was sprayed.
Nevertheless, about 95% from my waist down, on my front was soaked, drenched, water-logged, whatever you wish. So I did what I normally do in situations like that, I laughed. My sole audience member laughed too, I think. Afterwards I walked home. Thankfully no one was out because it looked like my bladder had reached the maximum level of its capacity and therefore exploded all the contents out, if you know what I mean.
So there's the story. I'm not really sure if it has a moral or not, though if it does I sure you're smart enough to decode it yourself.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
WALL-E
So I like to watch movies. And the one question that always gets me is, "Did you like—name whatever movie—? It takes me a long time to come up with an answer. I have to process movies, that process takes about as long as a dial-up computer would take to download a youtube movie. So now I'm going to process movies via blogging, since that's the best way for me to express and process things. And you won't have awkward silence for two hours. The first film, I'm glad to report I will be critiquing is WALL-E. I won't go into details about the synopsis of the film, that takes too long, and hard for most film since you don't want to give anything away, and if you want to know look it up on yahoo movies.
- Acting: The acting for this movie is hard to critique since it's animated. Nonetheless it was flawless. When WALL-E was sad, you knew he was sad. When he was scared, you knew he was scared, even though the only way for you to tell his emotions was by those big, binocular shaped eyes.
- Filming: How should I start with this? The animation was beautiful, I was often had my mouth a gape and eyes gawking at the incredible scenes that created. It would be a wonderful film to watch on an IMAX screen, since a lot of the scenes swoop in and out. The scenes in space are unbelievable. Let's just say when WALL-E says "Woah!" you will too.
- Script: There isn't much of a script in this movie. Not because it's terrible, but because there simply isn't one. The story-telling is done through actions not words. And as we all know actions speak louder than words and it certainly does in WALL-E.
- Plot: The plot in WALL-E is very simple, easy to follow, and flows very nicely, being mostly a children's film. However, there is a hidden, well not hidden, rather blatantly obvious message in the film, unlike a lot of Pixar films. It's a very thought-provoking movie with a message. A lot of times I don't like movies with messages, sometimes it doesn't work and I would prefer to decide for myself what I want to do about about our planet, but in WALL-E it works and I like it a lot.
- Other: I'm not sure there's a whole lot more to add. Expect BE CAREFUL you'll fall in love with WALL-E and for some strange reason start to care about a animated robot.
Well, that's about it. I would strongly encourage you to go see WALL-E. Even though it's supposed to be children's film it might be a little slow for some children and adult. If you fall asleep in most action flicks then you'll probably fall asleep in WALL-E. It reminds me of a whole bunch of PIXAR's short film in a full length film.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Photo shoot
I finally felt like going outside and taking pictures of the flowers, mainly roses, actually only roses. So here some of them are. I can say one thing for sure, it's really nice taking pictures of inanimate objects, you don't worry about them moving and you don't have to get every one of them to smile.
I know this isn't a rose, or even a flower, but I like it. It's one of my favorite sunset pictures. It makes me feel like standing up and singing a hearty rendition of "Circle of Life".
I know this isn't a rose, or even a flower, but I like it. It's one of my favorite sunset pictures. It makes me feel like standing up and singing a hearty rendition of "Circle of Life".
Monday, June 16, 2008
The Ring
Well, this past weekend I had a birthday. My parents gave me a card with a letter and this is what the letter said
Dear Kaylee
Awhile back we talked about what to get you for your birthday. We thought we would get you a "Lord of the Rings" type ring. Then we thought about how you like to relate parts of "The Lord of the Rings" story with applications to your life and especially your life with Jesus. So here is our attempt at doing that.
"The Ring" was a ring of power. You could use it for good or for evil, but somehow no matter how good the bearer of the ring was, over time that person started to become evil. The ring had great power for harm.
When we become Christians the bible tells us that the Holy Spirit comes to live inside us. "I will talk to the Father, and he'll provide you another Friend so that you will always have someone with you. This Friend is the Spirit of Truth. The godless world can't take him in because it doesn't have eyes to see him, doesn't know what to look for. But you know him already because he had been staying with you and will even be in you!" John 14: 16,17
The Holy Spirit is the opposite of The Ring. We are basically bad inside. When the Holy Spirit comes to live in us, over time He has a powerful influence. As we let him, He makes us good, He makes us righteous.
Our prayer is that your ring would be a reminder to you of the power you have within you, the power of the Holy Spirit. Instead of the power to make you invisible, it has the power to make Jesus visible through you to the world! Instead of having to not use it, and destroy it, your task is to use it and share it. You are not alone, but you have your brothers and sisters in Jesus, your own "Fellowship of the Ring".
—Mom & Dad
Now, when I first read that I was sad, sad that I didn't think of it first. I had always thought about the ring, and different takes on it, but this was a new one. It's amazing how we can see something everyday and then someone else puts a different perspective on it, and now we see everything totally different. Well, I should probably go and do the dishes, since my birthday's over I have to do chores again.
P.S. Strangely enough, I never got a car for my birthday, so if someone wants to still give me a car, you're more than welcome to (I got lots of cards though!).
Dear Kaylee
Awhile back we talked about what to get you for your birthday. We thought we would get you a "Lord of the Rings" type ring. Then we thought about how you like to relate parts of "The Lord of the Rings" story with applications to your life and especially your life with Jesus. So here is our attempt at doing that.
"The Ring" was a ring of power. You could use it for good or for evil, but somehow no matter how good the bearer of the ring was, over time that person started to become evil. The ring had great power for harm.
When we become Christians the bible tells us that the Holy Spirit comes to live inside us. "I will talk to the Father, and he'll provide you another Friend so that you will always have someone with you. This Friend is the Spirit of Truth. The godless world can't take him in because it doesn't have eyes to see him, doesn't know what to look for. But you know him already because he had been staying with you and will even be in you!" John 14: 16,17
The Holy Spirit is the opposite of The Ring. We are basically bad inside. When the Holy Spirit comes to live in us, over time He has a powerful influence. As we let him, He makes us good, He makes us righteous.
Our prayer is that your ring would be a reminder to you of the power you have within you, the power of the Holy Spirit. Instead of the power to make you invisible, it has the power to make Jesus visible through you to the world! Instead of having to not use it, and destroy it, your task is to use it and share it. You are not alone, but you have your brothers and sisters in Jesus, your own "Fellowship of the Ring".
—Mom & Dad
Now, when I first read that I was sad, sad that I didn't think of it first. I had always thought about the ring, and different takes on it, but this was a new one. It's amazing how we can see something everyday and then someone else puts a different perspective on it, and now we see everything totally different. Well, I should probably go and do the dishes, since my birthday's over I have to do chores again.
P.S. Strangely enough, I never got a car for my birthday, so if someone wants to still give me a car, you're more than welcome to (I got lots of cards though!).
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The White Rider
Then suddenly upon a ridge appeared a rider, clad in white, shinning in the rising sun. Over the low hills the horns were sounding. Behind him, hastening down the long slopes, were a thousand men on foot; their swords were in their hands... The White Rider was upon them, and the terror of his coming filled the enemy with madness. The wild men fell on their faces before him. The Orcs reeled and screamed and cast aside both sword and spear. Like a black smoke driven by a mounting wind they fled. Wailing they passed under the waiting shadow of the trees; and from that shadow none ever came again.
Once again another great example of the literary magic of Tolkien. This is a almost perfect picture to what happens in Revelation 19:11-20, if you want to read it, and what will happen at the end of the world. When Jesus, the White Rider rides and defeats all his enemies.
I like how Tolkien describes the orcs' reaction, they were terrified, because they knew it was over. Just like how our enemy will react when God comes up and says, "Party's over! Your time is up, it's my turn now!" And they will all go into the shadow that awaits them, and never return. I can not wait to see it. It'll be AWESOME!!!
Once again another great example of the literary magic of Tolkien. This is a almost perfect picture to what happens in Revelation 19:11-20, if you want to read it, and what will happen at the end of the world. When Jesus, the White Rider rides and defeats all his enemies.
I like how Tolkien describes the orcs' reaction, they were terrified, because they knew it was over. Just like how our enemy will react when God comes up and says, "Party's over! Your time is up, it's my turn now!" And they will all go into the shadow that awaits them, and never return. I can not wait to see it. It'll be AWESOME!!!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Camping
Well, I went on my first camping trip of the summer this weekend. One of my friends decided to go camping for her birthday (which was two months ago) so we went.
Some of you maybe have never gone camping, or at least not real camping. Real camping is when you are not staying in a cabin with running—hot—water, electricity, flushing toilets, oven, and carpet.
No, that's not camping, you're just cheating yourself when you do that. No, this was real camping meaning that there was no electricity, hot running water, sleeping on mattresses on the ground in a tent or trailer, cooking over the fire or with a gas stove, and the only toilet is a pit in the ground. Oh, and it rained a little, you cannot consider yourself a true camper unless you've camped in the rain.
With all these elements combined you've probably figured out that there was no showers. So yes, I did not wash my hair or self for two days. (sometimes it's been longer like four days) So when I got home what did I do? Take a shower.
It was the most wonderful shower ever!!! Twoish days of muck and grime cleaned off. It's worth not showering, just for that feeling.
It's kind of like us and God. We go camping and get dirty, mucky, and gross, like life. Then he takes us home and cleans us all up and we feel AWESOME!!! No spa or hot tube can compare. It doesn't matter how many times we get dirty, he always cleans us up.
Some of you maybe have never gone camping, or at least not real camping. Real camping is when you are not staying in a cabin with running—hot—water, electricity, flushing toilets, oven, and carpet.
No, that's not camping, you're just cheating yourself when you do that. No, this was real camping meaning that there was no electricity, hot running water, sleeping on mattresses on the ground in a tent or trailer, cooking over the fire or with a gas stove, and the only toilet is a pit in the ground. Oh, and it rained a little, you cannot consider yourself a true camper unless you've camped in the rain.
With all these elements combined you've probably figured out that there was no showers. So yes, I did not wash my hair or self for two days. (sometimes it's been longer like four days) So when I got home what did I do? Take a shower.
It was the most wonderful shower ever!!! Twoish days of muck and grime cleaned off. It's worth not showering, just for that feeling.
It's kind of like us and God. We go camping and get dirty, mucky, and gross, like life. Then he takes us home and cleans us all up and we feel AWESOME!!! No spa or hot tube can compare. It doesn't matter how many times we get dirty, he always cleans us up.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wut Ive lerned at Skool
Well, school ended today, when I arrived I celebrated by going on to youtube. This year at school I've learned quite a bit. So I've decided to share with you what I've learned at school, not necessarily that other half of my life.
- I've learned not to run backwards too fast otherwise you might fall over. And who knows, maybe someone else is running backwards as well, and maybe they don't exactly see you —they ARE running backwards— and they could fall over you and it might hurt. (hypothetical situation of course)
- No matter how weird you think someone is, you always have at least one similarity, somehow.
- Gravity can be expectationally strong some days and especially on some people.
- When running down the stairs ALWAYS hang on to the rail, you never know when you may need it.
- Einstein was right, human stupidity is infinite
- The more you try to look good, the worse you actually look.
- If you're smart enough, you can actually convince people you are, even if you're not.
- Use lots of big words and they'll think you're a genius, and you'll get a good grade.
- When taking a test and you don't understand, pretend you do, and you might get it right.
- Just because you take different classes, doesn't mean you can't use what you did in one class in another class.
- If you want to check someone's integrity, leave the classroom.
- You can't study while sleeping, unfortunately
- Read ALL directions before you do something, particularly if it's going to be graded.
- Before you blame someone else for your mistakes, check to make sure they're not yours, so you don't look like a fool.
- Sometimes the simplest of tasks are the hardest.
- If you can't do it right, don't until you can, you'll save a lot of work.
- Always have a eraser handy.
- Helping in the simplest way, can make the biggest change.
- The more you give, the more you'll get.
- No matter how old you get people can still be jerks and annoying, so you have to learn tolerance
......And Finally...................
School takes up a lot of paper. Lots of trees get cut down to make all this and you're helping to pay for it. Thanks!!!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Facing Challenges Lord of the Rings style
The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew. It stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.
I don't know what's more amazing the fact that amidst all that Gandalf didn't run away, or that that whole paragraph is only three sentences long.
What I really like about this is the imagery. You can really see it can't you? This huge, great creature with giant wings, and then this little, old, wizened man. Wizened by the way is just something that's old and shriveled, kind of means what it sounds like.
As I said before Gandalf didn't run away. When there was adversity he took it full on, he meet the challenge no matter how great it seemed. We need to be like Gandalf. We need to accept challenges even if when we face them we look like wizened trees before the onset of a storm.
However, unlike Gandalf, we don't have to face our problems alone. When we are faced with the darkness we have the greatest light within us. With that power we are able to conquer even the deadliest and darkest of foes.
Now there is another problem we come across when facing challenges, like the ones the entire Fellowship of Ring faced in Lothlorien.
All of them it seemed fared alike: each had felt that he was offered a choice between a shadow full of fear that lay ahead, and something that he greatly desired: clear before his mind it lay, and to get it he had only to turn aside from the road and leave the Quest and the war against Sauron to the others.
This one's only one sentence, however long or short it is, it does contain a powerful message and The Choice.
Everyone makes The Choice sooner or later in life. The Choice is simple, follow your own heart and desire and do what you want to do and forget about everyone else, or to go where you don't want to go, against your desires to fight the enemy.
Some of you might know this, others may not, but I will tell you regardless, and that is, you are in war. Not a battle. Not a fight. But and all out war, and it's right here. It's right where you are. It's all around you, everywhere. You cannot escape it. However, you can refuse to fight.
The war is for souls. The soldiers are you, God, Satan, angels and demons. Like I said you can't escape it, and you can't play ignorant, (especially because I just told you it's there) but you can not fight. You can sit in your little corner of the world, enjoying your own pleasures and comforts while the people around you are hurting and dying.
As I said you can follow self or you can follow God. You can do what you want, or what God want you to do. You can sit there, or you can fight. You can grab a hold of what you desire and leave the war to the "others", or you can stand up and make the darkness tremble, even though it's terrifying and you're small. You can give in to the easy path of living for yourself, or face the challenge, go against yourself and fight, even though it's harder. It's The Choice.
Choosing to fight is not going to be easy. There will be times where you'll think "What am I doing?" and you'll want to go back, just like Frodo and the fellowship did. But if you keep going on, keep fighting like Gandalf in the toughest of situations, then you will have defeated one of the most challenging things of all. Better yet, you'll receive a reward for it.
So face up to the challenge like a Gandalf and don't give up in the darkest of circumstances. Also, stand up to the challenge in leaving your selfishness and fight against the darkness that surrounds this world.
I don't know what's more amazing the fact that amidst all that Gandalf didn't run away, or that that whole paragraph is only three sentences long.
What I really like about this is the imagery. You can really see it can't you? This huge, great creature with giant wings, and then this little, old, wizened man. Wizened by the way is just something that's old and shriveled, kind of means what it sounds like.
As I said before Gandalf didn't run away. When there was adversity he took it full on, he meet the challenge no matter how great it seemed. We need to be like Gandalf. We need to accept challenges even if when we face them we look like wizened trees before the onset of a storm.
However, unlike Gandalf, we don't have to face our problems alone. When we are faced with the darkness we have the greatest light within us. With that power we are able to conquer even the deadliest and darkest of foes.
Now there is another problem we come across when facing challenges, like the ones the entire Fellowship of Ring faced in Lothlorien.
All of them it seemed fared alike: each had felt that he was offered a choice between a shadow full of fear that lay ahead, and something that he greatly desired: clear before his mind it lay, and to get it he had only to turn aside from the road and leave the Quest and the war against Sauron to the others.
This one's only one sentence, however long or short it is, it does contain a powerful message and The Choice.
Everyone makes The Choice sooner or later in life. The Choice is simple, follow your own heart and desire and do what you want to do and forget about everyone else, or to go where you don't want to go, against your desires to fight the enemy.
Some of you might know this, others may not, but I will tell you regardless, and that is, you are in war. Not a battle. Not a fight. But and all out war, and it's right here. It's right where you are. It's all around you, everywhere. You cannot escape it. However, you can refuse to fight.
The war is for souls. The soldiers are you, God, Satan, angels and demons. Like I said you can't escape it, and you can't play ignorant, (especially because I just told you it's there) but you can not fight. You can sit in your little corner of the world, enjoying your own pleasures and comforts while the people around you are hurting and dying.
As I said you can follow self or you can follow God. You can do what you want, or what God want you to do. You can sit there, or you can fight. You can grab a hold of what you desire and leave the war to the "others", or you can stand up and make the darkness tremble, even though it's terrifying and you're small. You can give in to the easy path of living for yourself, or face the challenge, go against yourself and fight, even though it's harder. It's The Choice.
Choosing to fight is not going to be easy. There will be times where you'll think "What am I doing?" and you'll want to go back, just like Frodo and the fellowship did. But if you keep going on, keep fighting like Gandalf in the toughest of situations, then you will have defeated one of the most challenging things of all. Better yet, you'll receive a reward for it.
So face up to the challenge like a Gandalf and don't give up in the darkest of circumstances. Also, stand up to the challenge in leaving your selfishness and fight against the darkness that surrounds this world.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
A bunch of insights from Lord of the Rings
But I feel very small, and very uprooted, and well— desperate. The enemy is so strong and terrible.
It's easy to feel like Frodo isn't it? So many times we may feel small, uprooted and desperate. In case you're wondering—because I was— uprooted in this sense means "to be displaced from home or country, torn away from customs or way of life," basically involuntarily thrown out of your comfort zone. I know at times I feel like this. There are so many hurting, lost, confused people out there, I don't know where to start. I think "the enemy is so big, no matter how much I help it won't matter." But that's just what he wants you to think because there is something you can do. Each time you impact someone, that someone turns around and impacts more and before you know it thousands have changed just from your seeming less insignificant part. We also don't have to feel this way because God is always with us to help us with our doubts and it's his power that can help us defeat the enemy.
Ephesians 3:20 says
Now to him who able to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine according to his power that is at work within us.
You know what that means??? WE are God's greatest tool to reach the world. Of all the powerful things God could use to change the world, he chose us. US. Imperfect, sinful humans to reach the world. And if we let God use that power through us, amazing things will happen, immeasurably more than we can ever think. All through us.
This task was appointed to you, if you do not find a way no one will.
Galadriel told this to Frodo, and God kinda tells us the something. God chose YOU for a specific task. No one else can fit the task God has assigned you to do. No one else has the talents or abilities you do to complete your task, it's you and only you. You can't hand it over to someone or ask God to reassign you. It's yours you're stuck with it. So if you don't do what God asks of you (and it's impossible to stray from God's plan) no one else can or will do it, because it's your plan. So you'd better get going find it and do it. It's up to you to do what God has assigned you.
It's easy to feel like Frodo isn't it? So many times we may feel small, uprooted and desperate. In case you're wondering—because I was— uprooted in this sense means "to be displaced from home or country, torn away from customs or way of life," basically involuntarily thrown out of your comfort zone. I know at times I feel like this. There are so many hurting, lost, confused people out there, I don't know where to start. I think "the enemy is so big, no matter how much I help it won't matter." But that's just what he wants you to think because there is something you can do. Each time you impact someone, that someone turns around and impacts more and before you know it thousands have changed just from your seeming less insignificant part. We also don't have to feel this way because God is always with us to help us with our doubts and it's his power that can help us defeat the enemy.
Ephesians 3:20 says
Now to him who able to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine according to his power that is at work within us.
You know what that means??? WE are God's greatest tool to reach the world. Of all the powerful things God could use to change the world, he chose us. US. Imperfect, sinful humans to reach the world. And if we let God use that power through us, amazing things will happen, immeasurably more than we can ever think. All through us.
This task was appointed to you, if you do not find a way no one will.
Galadriel told this to Frodo, and God kinda tells us the something. God chose YOU for a specific task. No one else can fit the task God has assigned you to do. No one else has the talents or abilities you do to complete your task, it's you and only you. You can't hand it over to someone or ask God to reassign you. It's yours you're stuck with it. So if you don't do what God asks of you (and it's impossible to stray from God's plan) no one else can or will do it, because it's your plan. So you'd better get going find it and do it. It's up to you to do what God has assigned you.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sick and Tired
For the past month I have, on and off, been sick and tired. So now I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. And the fact that the weather hasn't been all that great either hasn't helped. It's hard to be grumpy if it's nice and pretty outside, you can look outside and say, "Hey! If the entire world can be happy, so can I!" However, if it's dark and grey outside, you look out and say, "Yep, it still sucks." and end up gloomier than you had been before you looked out the window. So amidst my struggles of trying to get better and not being able to do so, and wanting to tan and not being able to do so, I find myself going back to Isaiah. Particularly my favorite verses in Isaiah, which help me at least, deal with my problems.
Isaiah 43"1-4ish (message translation)
Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you.
I've called your name. You're mine.
When you're in over your head, I'll be with you.
When you're in rough waters, you will not go down.
When you're between a rock and a hard place,
It won't be a dead end—
Because I am GOD, your personal God,
The Holy of Israel, your Savior.
I paid a huge price for you:
All of Egypt, with rich Cush and Seba thrown in.
That's how much you mean to me!
That's how much I love you!
I'd sell off the whole world to get you back,
Trade the entire creation just for you.
Another one of my favorites in Lamentations 3:28-33
When life is heavy and hard to take,
Go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions.
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing road blocks in the way.
I can't be reminded enough of how much God loves us. I think these verses paint a very good, accurate picture of what that love is like. He's not "The Big Bad God" he loves us so much, so much more then even the best of writers, can express. He's not trying to make life hard, he provided the easiest way out of everything when he died on the cross. If you're like any other human on this planet you'll have good days and poopy days, on those poopy day, turn to God, enter the silence.
Isaiah 43"1-4ish (message translation)
Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you.
I've called your name. You're mine.
When you're in over your head, I'll be with you.
When you're in rough waters, you will not go down.
When you're between a rock and a hard place,
It won't be a dead end—
Because I am GOD, your personal God,
The Holy of Israel, your Savior.
I paid a huge price for you:
All of Egypt, with rich Cush and Seba thrown in.
That's how much you mean to me!
That's how much I love you!
I'd sell off the whole world to get you back,
Trade the entire creation just for you.
Another one of my favorites in Lamentations 3:28-33
When life is heavy and hard to take,
Go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions.
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing road blocks in the way.
I can't be reminded enough of how much God loves us. I think these verses paint a very good, accurate picture of what that love is like. He's not "The Big Bad God" he loves us so much, so much more then even the best of writers, can express. He's not trying to make life hard, he provided the easiest way out of everything when he died on the cross. If you're like any other human on this planet you'll have good days and poopy days, on those poopy day, turn to God, enter the silence.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
The Great Story
John 21: 25-
There are so many other things Jesus did. If they were all written down, each of them, one by one, I can't imagine a world big enough to hold such a library of books.
That verse is probably over-looked by most of us. However, it's one of my favorite verses. There are 66 books in the bible, that's a lot, and to imagine that those stories aren't all of it is incredible! Inconceivable! Those 66 books merely scratch the surface of what God's done. Each of us could probably write our own bibles of what God's done and taught us.
My favorite part about that, is the fact that all of these stories aren't even big enough to fit in one room! No library can fit them all! How cool is that?!?! When I read the bible with this in mind, my head almost explodes to think that these aren't the only stories out there and I'll have all eternity to read all those stories it so cool!!! I can't wait!!!
So yes, I'm story freak. I love stories. In fact, if I go too long without a good story, I make up my own. So this excites me to no end that I'll never run out of stories. I can't even describe how excited I am!!! So when you see me in heaven, eventually you'll find me in some far off corner reading everyone's stories or asking for everybody's stories (since I like listening to them too, if the person tells it right). And all the stories will be amazing and beautiful (I mean the best author of all time was the one who wrote these stories). And they'll all have happy endings. Another great author, C.S. Lewis puts the "endless happy story" thing this way, in his last Narnia book The Last Battle:
"And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
So these stories will go on forever and each one will be better than before. So all of you out there who are story freaks like me, hold on, 'cause when we get to heaven it'll be endless story telling day after day. Rooms full of books, your ears will bleed from listening to all the stories (if you weren't in heaven, that is). Stories everywhere. It'll truly be heaven! When I get there, and I walk into the gate, I'll probably pee my pants from excitement! I can't wait to hear all the stories, hope you can't either.
There are so many other things Jesus did. If they were all written down, each of them, one by one, I can't imagine a world big enough to hold such a library of books.
That verse is probably over-looked by most of us. However, it's one of my favorite verses. There are 66 books in the bible, that's a lot, and to imagine that those stories aren't all of it is incredible! Inconceivable! Those 66 books merely scratch the surface of what God's done. Each of us could probably write our own bibles of what God's done and taught us.
My favorite part about that, is the fact that all of these stories aren't even big enough to fit in one room! No library can fit them all! How cool is that?!?! When I read the bible with this in mind, my head almost explodes to think that these aren't the only stories out there and I'll have all eternity to read all those stories it so cool!!! I can't wait!!!
So yes, I'm story freak. I love stories. In fact, if I go too long without a good story, I make up my own. So this excites me to no end that I'll never run out of stories. I can't even describe how excited I am!!! So when you see me in heaven, eventually you'll find me in some far off corner reading everyone's stories or asking for everybody's stories (since I like listening to them too, if the person tells it right). And all the stories will be amazing and beautiful (I mean the best author of all time was the one who wrote these stories). And they'll all have happy endings. Another great author, C.S. Lewis puts the "endless happy story" thing this way, in his last Narnia book The Last Battle:
"And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
So these stories will go on forever and each one will be better than before. So all of you out there who are story freaks like me, hold on, 'cause when we get to heaven it'll be endless story telling day after day. Rooms full of books, your ears will bleed from listening to all the stories (if you weren't in heaven, that is). Stories everywhere. It'll truly be heaven! When I get there, and I walk into the gate, I'll probably pee my pants from excitement! I can't wait to hear all the stories, hope you can't either.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
How the Immune System works...... (sorta)
One day General B Lymphocyte was traveling through the Lymphatic System with his army of Antibodies, when they encountered a deadly enemy, a Pathogen! With no time to waste they quickly went into battle mode to try to defeat the Pathogen. However, the Pathogen had it's own army and they were able to counteract the attacks of General B Lymphocyte. Unwillingly General B Lymphocyte had to retreat from the skirmish.
Over the next few days General B Lymphocyte and his army kept on trying to diminish the Pathogens. The Pathogens on the other hand kept getting stronger, larger, and harder to defeat. General B Lymphocyte had no other choice he called one of his Antibodies to send a message to his brother, General T Lymphocyte, to come with his army of Interferons to help in battle.
Meanwhile in another part of the Lymphatic System, General T Lymphocyte received his brother's message, he and his Interferons left in haste to help rid their precious Lymphatic System of the evil Pathogens.
The day that General T Lymphocyte arrived the Antibodies, Interferons, the Lymphocyte brothers, and the Pathogens had a massive battle. They fought all day and into the night. Thousands of Antibodies, Interferons and Pathogens were killed. At the end of the battle the Pathogens had yet won again. The Antibodies and Interferons had the highest casualties, over half their soldiers were dead. The Pathogens were still strong and growing. There was only one thing left for the Generals to do, they had to wait for the Antibiotics to come.
Day after day after day they waited, growing more and more hopeless each time. The Pathogens were still growing and they wouldn't wait forever, soon they would grow tired, strike and finish them off. If that happened, then there would never be peace again in the Lymphatic Systems and the entire body would suffer.
But their waiting was not in vain, for they soon received a message that the Antibiotics were coming! So, they prepared for battle.
They approached enemy lines carefully and quietly, then they attacked. Once again it was a long hard battle, the Generals fought hard. Then from behind the Pathogens came the Antibiotics. The Pathogens were pressed up on both sides now, there was no where for them to turn. A few hours later, the Pathogens were annihilated.
After the battle the Generals buried the fallen warriors. Soon, the two brothers had to say their good-byes and went on their separate ways. Both Generals continued to fight against any and all Pathogens that disrupted the Lymphatic System until their dying days.
......At least this how I understood the Immune System to work.
Over the next few days General B Lymphocyte and his army kept on trying to diminish the Pathogens. The Pathogens on the other hand kept getting stronger, larger, and harder to defeat. General B Lymphocyte had no other choice he called one of his Antibodies to send a message to his brother, General T Lymphocyte, to come with his army of Interferons to help in battle.
Meanwhile in another part of the Lymphatic System, General T Lymphocyte received his brother's message, he and his Interferons left in haste to help rid their precious Lymphatic System of the evil Pathogens.
The day that General T Lymphocyte arrived the Antibodies, Interferons, the Lymphocyte brothers, and the Pathogens had a massive battle. They fought all day and into the night. Thousands of Antibodies, Interferons and Pathogens were killed. At the end of the battle the Pathogens had yet won again. The Antibodies and Interferons had the highest casualties, over half their soldiers were dead. The Pathogens were still strong and growing. There was only one thing left for the Generals to do, they had to wait for the Antibiotics to come.
Day after day after day they waited, growing more and more hopeless each time. The Pathogens were still growing and they wouldn't wait forever, soon they would grow tired, strike and finish them off. If that happened, then there would never be peace again in the Lymphatic Systems and the entire body would suffer.
But their waiting was not in vain, for they soon received a message that the Antibiotics were coming! So, they prepared for battle.
They approached enemy lines carefully and quietly, then they attacked. Once again it was a long hard battle, the Generals fought hard. Then from behind the Pathogens came the Antibiotics. The Pathogens were pressed up on both sides now, there was no where for them to turn. A few hours later, the Pathogens were annihilated.
After the battle the Generals buried the fallen warriors. Soon, the two brothers had to say their good-byes and went on their separate ways. Both Generals continued to fight against any and all Pathogens that disrupted the Lymphatic System until their dying days.
......At least this how I understood the Immune System to work.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Most Beautiful Thing
An innocent man,
condemned to die.
Through all the trials,
He didn't make a sound,
Though he didn't want to,
He never backed down.
These words describe,
the Most Beautiful Thing.
He was taken outside,
And beaten until he bled.
His was laughed at and mocked,
A crown of thorns upon his head.
His body was torn and bruise,
None could recognize his face.
These words describe,
The most beautiful thing,
They made him carry a cross,
Even though he could barely stand.
They placed him on a cross,
And nailed his feet and hands.
As he was dying,
God turned his back him,
He couldn't look at the sin.
These words describe,
The most Beautiful Thing.
Up there on the cross he died.
They took his body down.
They placed it in a tomb.
On Sunday,
The stone was rolled away,
And the body wasn't there.
Jesus was alive!
These words describe,
The Most Beautiful Thing
He conquer death.
Now we have no fear.
Our sins are washed away.
We are saved
By the creator of the universe,
The healer of the sick,
The light of the world,
The giver of life,
The redeemer,
Jesus!
He died for love,
The Most Beautiful Thing.
condemned to die.
Through all the trials,
He didn't make a sound,
Though he didn't want to,
He never backed down.
These words describe,
the Most Beautiful Thing.
He was taken outside,
And beaten until he bled.
His was laughed at and mocked,
A crown of thorns upon his head.
His body was torn and bruise,
None could recognize his face.
These words describe,
The most beautiful thing,
They made him carry a cross,
Even though he could barely stand.
They placed him on a cross,
And nailed his feet and hands.
As he was dying,
God turned his back him,
He couldn't look at the sin.
These words describe,
The most Beautiful Thing.
Up there on the cross he died.
They took his body down.
They placed it in a tomb.
On Sunday,
The stone was rolled away,
And the body wasn't there.
Jesus was alive!
These words describe,
The Most Beautiful Thing
He conquer death.
Now we have no fear.
Our sins are washed away.
We are saved
By the creator of the universe,
The healer of the sick,
The light of the world,
The giver of life,
The redeemer,
Jesus!
He died for love,
The Most Beautiful Thing.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Filled with Compassion
Mark 6:34
When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them because they were like sheep without a shepard. So he began to teach them many things.
Compassion, which means
A Feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune accompanied by a strong desire to aleviate the suffering.
This is what Jesus had. It kinda sounds like a disease doesn't it? Well, it's supposed to be. It's an incurable disease that never goes away, but that's a good thing. And since we're supposed to be Jesus, we're supposed to have this disease too. Unfortunately not all of us are sick with it.
Jesus was filled with it. In the Message Translation it says, "His heart broke." Why did Jesus have this? They were lost, sheep without a shepard. A Traveler without a map. A plane without GPS. (or whatever they use) Captain Jack Sparrow without his compass. Lost. No direction.
He's still has this compassion when he looks out at people. At my high school. Somehow, I never notice. When I see people, I see people. But when Jesus sees them he sees his sheep without a shepard, and he has compassion as well, it breaks it heart.
But it's a whole lot more than just a strong feeling you have to want to do something. Jesus did when he saw the people. He taught them and in other cases he healed them.
When we see the lost people we have to teach them. Teach them that they don't have to be lost anymore, show them the way. Heal them, heal their hurts, take them to the almighty healer. Jesus did it, as we're supossed to be his disciples, and that means to have to have compassion and shepard his sheep. It's not like the lost are hard to find. (no pun intended) The hurting, lost, sick, and desperate are everywhere. Jesus wants us to have compassion for them, then help them. I sure don't want Jesus's heart to break anymore over these people that I could help.
If we do return his sheep, then half the problems of the entire world would be gone. And half the tears of Jesus would be gone. And heaven would never stop singing. And Satan would lose his gripe on the world. Just imagine it and it is possible. It's not too difficult to heard his sheep. I know I'll be working on this myself. I will try to not see people, but sheep, (which is really easy at school 'cause everyone's almost herded like sheep anyway) and show them compassion and lead them home.
P.S. There is an amazing song by the band Leeland called Tears from the Saints, I encourage you listen to it. It will bring you to tears. You could probably find it on YouTube.
When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them because they were like sheep without a shepard. So he began to teach them many things.
Compassion, which means
A Feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune accompanied by a strong desire to aleviate the suffering.
This is what Jesus had. It kinda sounds like a disease doesn't it? Well, it's supposed to be. It's an incurable disease that never goes away, but that's a good thing. And since we're supposed to be Jesus, we're supposed to have this disease too. Unfortunately not all of us are sick with it.
Jesus was filled with it. In the Message Translation it says, "His heart broke." Why did Jesus have this? They were lost, sheep without a shepard. A Traveler without a map. A plane without GPS. (or whatever they use) Captain Jack Sparrow without his compass. Lost. No direction.
He's still has this compassion when he looks out at people. At my high school. Somehow, I never notice. When I see people, I see people. But when Jesus sees them he sees his sheep without a shepard, and he has compassion as well, it breaks it heart.
But it's a whole lot more than just a strong feeling you have to want to do something. Jesus did when he saw the people. He taught them and in other cases he healed them.
When we see the lost people we have to teach them. Teach them that they don't have to be lost anymore, show them the way. Heal them, heal their hurts, take them to the almighty healer. Jesus did it, as we're supossed to be his disciples, and that means to have to have compassion and shepard his sheep. It's not like the lost are hard to find. (no pun intended) The hurting, lost, sick, and desperate are everywhere. Jesus wants us to have compassion for them, then help them. I sure don't want Jesus's heart to break anymore over these people that I could help.
If we do return his sheep, then half the problems of the entire world would be gone. And half the tears of Jesus would be gone. And heaven would never stop singing. And Satan would lose his gripe on the world. Just imagine it and it is possible. It's not too difficult to heard his sheep. I know I'll be working on this myself. I will try to not see people, but sheep, (which is really easy at school 'cause everyone's almost herded like sheep anyway) and show them compassion and lead them home.
P.S. There is an amazing song by the band Leeland called Tears from the Saints, I encourage you listen to it. It will bring you to tears. You could probably find it on YouTube.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Valentine Poems
I've been trying all month to think of a Valentine poem, then today in health I thought of three. It just goes to show you that creativity can't be force, it has to come to you. Everytime you try to think of something, you never will. It'll happen when you're bored.
So here they are:
I gave you my heart,
And you kept it close,
But it seems as though you've lost it,
So now I think I'm toast.
I will never part from you,
I'll stick to you like a tick.
You'll never get rid of me,
Isn't that romantic?
Last one.....
You stole my breath away,
But you never gave it back.
So now I won't live another day,
Thanks so much for that!
I'm living six feet under.
My coffin's a lonely place.
I'll always regret my love-struck blunder.
I'm a cold, dead disgrace.
I'll live down here forever,
My corpse rots day by day,
Wishing that I never,
Let you take my breath away.
So here they are:
I gave you my heart,
And you kept it close,
But it seems as though you've lost it,
So now I think I'm toast.
I will never part from you,
I'll stick to you like a tick.
You'll never get rid of me,
Isn't that romantic?
Last one.....
You stole my breath away,
But you never gave it back.
So now I won't live another day,
Thanks so much for that!
I'm living six feet under.
My coffin's a lonely place.
I'll always regret my love-struck blunder.
I'm a cold, dead disgrace.
I'll live down here forever,
My corpse rots day by day,
Wishing that I never,
Let you take my breath away.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Love?
In this modern world we live in, we have lost sight of what love is. It's not what it used to be. I love my parents, God... and chocolate? We certainly have gone crazy if we compare love to chocolate. Which brings us to the question, What is love? Some would say it's a feeling. However that's not quite right, because feelings change, but love doesn't. Is it the romantic mushy-gushy thing we see in movies? I sure hope not! Here's some lyrics from Switchfoot's song Easier than Love that might explain what our world thinks of love:
Everyone's a lost romantic, since our love's become a kissing show
That's all it is, a kind of show, for everyone to see.
That's not what it was supoosed to be. It was supposed to be about commitment and sacrifice, fat chance of that happening anymore. We only have one good example of pure, untainted love, Jesus.
Jesus sacrficed everything he had for love. But it wasn't the mushy-gushy I-just-met-you-two-seconds-ago-and-now-I-want-to-marry-you love. It was, I'll-give-my-life-and-more-for-you love. You see, he didn't just give up his life, he gave up his dignity, his purity, his rightousness, his everything! Yet somehow, we've forgetton it. Maybe because we talk about it so much that it really doesn't seem all that great anymore. Or maybe because we lost sight of what love, real love, is. But it doesn't stop at the cross....
Jesus just didn't come down from heaven, die, and go back without a word. He left instructions for making sure that EVERYONE knows about his amazing extravagent love for us. Once again, we've forgotten, we don't know what love is. Hate and disrespect run ramped. We see it everywhere don't we? It's not what Jesus wanted. He wanted everyone to be loved and everyone to love him. And inorder for this to happen we have to show his love to the world. Show it to everyone, no matter who they are. If you like them, love them. If you don't like them, love them. If they annoy the crap out of you, love them. If they cheat, steal, lie and hate, love them. They are no requirements, no restrictions it's open for all. It doesn't matter, love them. Jesus did, and we're supposed to follow him right? If he did it so can we.
Jesus said that even non-believers will love people they like. But it takes a believer, a follower, to love someone who NO ONE likes.
If we don't love these people who will? And who will tell them of God's love? No one. Which is why we need so desperatly to stand out. Our light can't shine if we're doing what the rest of the world is doing.
So we need to love, love, love, and love. Think about that as Easter comes by, I know I will.
P.S. This doesn't mean you have to buy a Valentine's Day card for everyone in the world.... but a box of chocolates for your favorite blogger would be nice!
Everyone's a lost romantic, since our love's become a kissing show
That's all it is, a kind of show, for everyone to see.
That's not what it was supoosed to be. It was supposed to be about commitment and sacrifice, fat chance of that happening anymore. We only have one good example of pure, untainted love, Jesus.
Jesus sacrficed everything he had for love. But it wasn't the mushy-gushy I-just-met-you-two-seconds-ago-and-now-I-want-to-marry-you love. It was, I'll-give-my-life-and-more-for-you love. You see, he didn't just give up his life, he gave up his dignity, his purity, his rightousness, his everything! Yet somehow, we've forgetton it. Maybe because we talk about it so much that it really doesn't seem all that great anymore. Or maybe because we lost sight of what love, real love, is. But it doesn't stop at the cross....
Jesus just didn't come down from heaven, die, and go back without a word. He left instructions for making sure that EVERYONE knows about his amazing extravagent love for us. Once again, we've forgotten, we don't know what love is. Hate and disrespect run ramped. We see it everywhere don't we? It's not what Jesus wanted. He wanted everyone to be loved and everyone to love him. And inorder for this to happen we have to show his love to the world. Show it to everyone, no matter who they are. If you like them, love them. If you don't like them, love them. If they annoy the crap out of you, love them. If they cheat, steal, lie and hate, love them. They are no requirements, no restrictions it's open for all. It doesn't matter, love them. Jesus did, and we're supposed to follow him right? If he did it so can we.
Jesus said that even non-believers will love people they like. But it takes a believer, a follower, to love someone who NO ONE likes.
If we don't love these people who will? And who will tell them of God's love? No one. Which is why we need so desperatly to stand out. Our light can't shine if we're doing what the rest of the world is doing.
So we need to love, love, love, and love. Think about that as Easter comes by, I know I will.
P.S. This doesn't mean you have to buy a Valentine's Day card for everyone in the world.... but a box of chocolates for your favorite blogger would be nice!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
In the begining...
We were watching a movie in Science class today called "The Origin of Earth". Now If I had been directing this movie it would have gone like this:
God created the heavens and the earth. As well as everything inside of
Earth. Everything. And well... that's pretty much all you need to know.
God created the heavens and the earth. As well as everything inside of
Earth. Everything. And well... that's pretty much all you need to know.
THE END
However, the movie I watched went something like this:
Earth was just mad by a buncha random particles that somehow smacked together (we don't really know how) and that created Earth. Then it had hot molten lava that cooled (somehow). Oooh, and then comes my favorite part, get this, the oceans, that contain a billion million gallons of water, are made by steam from volcanoes and comets!!! (once again that randomly fell to Earth... somehow)
The only thing that I agreed with was that the moon is younger than Earth. It's amazing how such a widespread theory can have so may loopholes such as:
Where are the comets?(They mentioned that the comets don't even have Hydrogen 2 or some weird thing that's found in the ocean, but not on comets.... I wonder why)
If comets were always bombarding Earth (approx. 10 million) why don't we still get hit? Did the galaxy run out of comets?
If the planets were made by particles being pulled together by gravity, How could they become round?
If all the planets were made by particles floating in space, how come there aren't more planets EXACTLY like Earth?
How is it possible that EARTH supports life (by random chance) and no other planet does?
Of course, the BIGGEST question is how could all this random, by chance coincidences produce such a complex planet? The answer? It had to of been made by a creator! Really? Ya Think? Who come up with that novel idea that makes so much more sense than the crap we made up?
Everything is a whole lot better if we'd just accept faith and NOT try to explain everything.
It also should be noted that Creationism and Evolution are BOTH taken by faith, no matter what your science book says. Don't teach you that in school. They think, if it's science, it's right. Wrong.
But it's really up to you. Do you want to believe that everything is a product of time and chance, that you weren't individually created and loved by a creator and that you're running around on Earth without a purpose?
Or... Do you want to believe that everything was specifically put there for a reason, that you were created by a God, in his image, individual and unique, that God loves you so much he was willingly to die for you and that he has a special, wonderful plan for you, just for you, that no one else can do?
If you believe all the "time and chance" stuff then we're all just running around waiting to die. Nothing matters. Who cares? There's no one always there for you, to catch your falls. It's SO much better when you believe in God, and that he created you, for you. That he has something special for you. That he loves you.
No wonder so many people are depressed....
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Somehow got talking about Cheese....
Sorry I haven't blogged recently but I've been spending my last few weeks mainly studying for Semester Finals which are now thankfully OVER!!!!!!!
I also have been recently (until a few days ago) FREEZING. I've been cold. Actually colder than cold and freezing. It's been colder and more freezing than the Antarctic in the middle of the Ice Age during a snow storm while your dressed in a swim-suit. Well... that's just about it I just wanted everyone to know that I haven't died (yet.. I know I will someday) and since I don't have anything else to say I'm done.... unless you want to talk about Cheese.....
Cheese
Cheese is one of those subjects that no matter who you are, you can always relate to it. That's why whenever you're in an awkward silence, in an awkward situation, with an awkward person, you can just start to talk about Cheese. Or if you don't have anything else to talk or write about you can just start talking or writing about cheese. Like I'm doing with my blog. Or if you're giving a speech and still have some left and you need to talk, just start talking about cheese.
The origins of cheese are actually unknown because it's been around for forever and half so no one can quite remember how it started. But do we care? No! And why? Because who cares HOW it started just as long AS it started and we all get our cheese. However, it is most likely that it was first "made" when someone, we'll call him Bob (even though he was probably and Arab) was taking a trip through the desert, on a camel, we'll say. Bob brought some milk for the journey and about half-way through the desert he opened his canteen of milk and "Holy Cow!" There were chunks in there, so he ate it and "Mmmm..... Yummy!" And that's how they started making cheese. When he got back he started selling it and he called it "Cheap" 'cause it was so inexpensive to make, but all the people thought he called it "Cheese" so it's been that way ever since.... I think...
Over the course of time people have used all kinds of different types of milk to produce cheese like Cow, Goat, Sheep, and even Buffalo! Cheese also comes in many different textures like hard, pressed, soft, semi-hard, semi-soft, flowered, ripened, washed and spotted. Of course, with all these different textures comes different flavors like the well-known Cheddar and Swiss Cheese and the not-so-well-known Danablu (Danish) and Mascarpone (Australian) even vegetarian cheeses. Almost every country has some type of cheese, France alone has somewhere around 8,000.
Cheese has SO MANY uses as well, anything from making a Grilled Cheese Sandwich (be sure to put Garlic salt on it!) salad toppings, casseroles, burgers, tacos, pizza, lasagna, anything and everything in between. If nothing else it's ALWAYS fun to shout in the kitchen, "I'M CUTTING THE CHEESE!" or even better when you cut yourself on the cheese grater, "I hurt myself cutting the cheese."
I hope you better enjoy your cheese next time you eat some, if you want more info. you can go to http://www.cheese.com they even have some recipes you can try out!
I also have been recently (until a few days ago) FREEZING. I've been cold. Actually colder than cold and freezing. It's been colder and more freezing than the Antarctic in the middle of the Ice Age during a snow storm while your dressed in a swim-suit. Well... that's just about it I just wanted everyone to know that I haven't died (yet.. I know I will someday) and since I don't have anything else to say I'm done.... unless you want to talk about Cheese.....
Cheese
Cheese is one of those subjects that no matter who you are, you can always relate to it. That's why whenever you're in an awkward silence, in an awkward situation, with an awkward person, you can just start to talk about Cheese. Or if you don't have anything else to talk or write about you can just start talking or writing about cheese. Like I'm doing with my blog. Or if you're giving a speech and still have some left and you need to talk, just start talking about cheese.
The origins of cheese are actually unknown because it's been around for forever and half so no one can quite remember how it started. But do we care? No! And why? Because who cares HOW it started just as long AS it started and we all get our cheese. However, it is most likely that it was first "made" when someone, we'll call him Bob (even though he was probably and Arab) was taking a trip through the desert, on a camel, we'll say. Bob brought some milk for the journey and about half-way through the desert he opened his canteen of milk and "Holy Cow!" There were chunks in there, so he ate it and "Mmmm..... Yummy!" And that's how they started making cheese. When he got back he started selling it and he called it "Cheap" 'cause it was so inexpensive to make, but all the people thought he called it "Cheese" so it's been that way ever since.... I think...
Over the course of time people have used all kinds of different types of milk to produce cheese like Cow, Goat, Sheep, and even Buffalo! Cheese also comes in many different textures like hard, pressed, soft, semi-hard, semi-soft, flowered, ripened, washed and spotted. Of course, with all these different textures comes different flavors like the well-known Cheddar and Swiss Cheese and the not-so-well-known Danablu (Danish) and Mascarpone (Australian) even vegetarian cheeses. Almost every country has some type of cheese, France alone has somewhere around 8,000.
Cheese has SO MANY uses as well, anything from making a Grilled Cheese Sandwich (be sure to put Garlic salt on it!) salad toppings, casseroles, burgers, tacos, pizza, lasagna, anything and everything in between. If nothing else it's ALWAYS fun to shout in the kitchen, "I'M CUTTING THE CHEESE!" or even better when you cut yourself on the cheese grater, "I hurt myself cutting the cheese."
I hope you better enjoy your cheese next time you eat some, if you want more info. you can go to http://www.cheese.com they even have some recipes you can try out!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Ode to the Stupid Machine called the Computer
Oh! How I loathe thee,
And thy incompetent ways.
You slowness is,
Driving me into a craze.
What I have I done to deserve this,
This, inexcusable mistreatment?
How could a box of metal
be such an inconvenience?
And at the same time
Hold so many wondrous things?
You have never liked me.
This I know is true.
For you never worked for me,
But for everyone else you did.
So here's the deal
O scrap of mindless metal
Do what I want,
What you were made to do,
Work for me now!
Or else....
I'll I throw into the sea
For the fishes to devour
(Although you're inorganic
So this is impossible
However, I still will)
I'll Shoot you with a gun,
That I'll some how acquire.
If not a real one,
at least a fake,
So I'll be satisfied.
I'll stick you full of gunpowder,
And light you with a fuse,
And blow you up to smithereens
So tiny they'll never be found...
EVER!!!!
I'll throw you off a fifty story building
And watch with glee as you crash
And never again will you taunt me,
And I will finally win!!!
So that's the deal
Got it?
Good
'Cause what's gonna happen
Is that understood?
One more push until I've had it!
And then you'll be destroyed!!!
Humans are superior,
A battle YOU'LL never win!
The only problem that remains
Is....
Where is your replacement?
And thy incompetent ways.
You slowness is,
Driving me into a craze.
What I have I done to deserve this,
This, inexcusable mistreatment?
How could a box of metal
be such an inconvenience?
And at the same time
Hold so many wondrous things?
You have never liked me.
This I know is true.
For you never worked for me,
But for everyone else you did.
So here's the deal
O scrap of mindless metal
Do what I want,
What you were made to do,
Work for me now!
Or else....
I'll I throw into the sea
For the fishes to devour
(Although you're inorganic
So this is impossible
However, I still will)
I'll Shoot you with a gun,
That I'll some how acquire.
If not a real one,
at least a fake,
So I'll be satisfied.
I'll stick you full of gunpowder,
And light you with a fuse,
And blow you up to smithereens
So tiny they'll never be found...
EVER!!!!
I'll throw you off a fifty story building
And watch with glee as you crash
And never again will you taunt me,
And I will finally win!!!
So that's the deal
Got it?
Good
'Cause what's gonna happen
Is that understood?
One more push until I've had it!
And then you'll be destroyed!!!
Humans are superior,
A battle YOU'LL never win!
The only problem that remains
Is....
Where is your replacement?
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Sometimes that still happens
I was looking through our old Newsletters and found this quote from myself:
"Sometimes that happens"—Kaylee in explaining all kinds of accidental and purposeful things that seem to take place around her.
.....Sadly this still happens. So from now on all (or most) of my responses will be "Sometimes that happens" like this:
Kaylee, why isn't the dishwasher emptied?
—Sometimes that happens
Why isn't your homework done?
—Sometimes that happens
How did you cut your finger?
—Sometimes that happens
"Sometimes that happens"—Kaylee in explaining all kinds of accidental and purposeful things that seem to take place around her.
.....Sadly this still happens. So from now on all (or most) of my responses will be "Sometimes that happens" like this:
Kaylee, why isn't the dishwasher emptied?
—Sometimes that happens
Why isn't your homework done?
—Sometimes that happens
How did you cut your finger?
—Sometimes that happens
Stories and Adventures
I was watching L.O.T.R., Fellowship of the Ring, disc 2, not the whole thing, but I had to watch a little something before the break was over. And I was thinking as I was watching the scene where the Fellowship was in Moria (if you don't know what that is I'm not going to take the time to explain it) and they're trying to escape, after battling a Cave troll, and a small army of orcs and Frodo almost dies. As they come out a HUGE army of orcs crawl out from everyone there are probably thousands and hundreds of orcs against nine people. All of a sudden, the orcs run away, and the Balrog comes. The Balrog, is not a guy you wanna mess with, you're chance of winning against him, is like one thousand million to none. So they run away from him, but he follows them. Then Gandalf does his "You cannot pass!" scene and Balrog fall down into the giant abyss, not before taking Gandalf with him. So everyone else on the Fellowship is crying that Gandalf is "dead". I bet, that if they could've they would've asked J.R.R. Tolkien "What are you doing with our story?" However, Tolkien, as the author, knew exactly what he was doing because in The Two Towers, Gandlaf comes back more powerful than ever, if he wouldn't have fell down, none of that would've happen.
Basically, what it all comes down to is this, the author knows what they're doing. Whatever they do, they do for the benefit of their characters and the story. The way they weave the events and by the end you're thinking, "They know what they're doing." The same goes for our author, God.
Sometimes we ask, "God, What ARE you doing?" and he says, "Wait till you get to the end." And when we do we say, "Oh yeah, you knew what you were doing the whole time!" DUH!!!!
Sometimes we might even want to write the story ourselves, and well, our writing sucks compared to what God can do with our story.
Or we might even be like Frodo (or Sam I can't remember who said it, but I know it's in their somewhere) and say, "What kind of adventure have I got myself into?" Our story can look so bleak and seem so unhappy next to the Fairy Tales we see in other people, but we need to remember, that the author knows what he's doing. He's got a plot, so amazing for us, that all ties up at the end with no stupid ending. (unless you're one of those people who've won Darwin Awards)
When my sister was home we discussed, that most stories begin with someone leaving town, or coming to town. Well, your own adventure starts when Jesus comes into your life. It can be rough, some parts you won't like and you might want to skip them. Others parts you'll want to revisit, but won't be able to, some might not even make sense, but it'll all be worth it. God is the best author out there, and he "works all things together for good." You just need to remember to trust your author, and if you do your story will have a "Happily ever after" ending.
P.S. God is also the most imaginative and creative author EVER because not only did he write every one's story, but also wrote the stories that everyone wrote. For example he wrote J.R.R. Tolkien's story AND gave Tolkien the gift of writing L.O.T.R. it was all his idea, every single story out there! Pretty cool, eh?
Basically, what it all comes down to is this, the author knows what they're doing. Whatever they do, they do for the benefit of their characters and the story. The way they weave the events and by the end you're thinking, "They know what they're doing." The same goes for our author, God.
Sometimes we ask, "God, What ARE you doing?" and he says, "Wait till you get to the end." And when we do we say, "Oh yeah, you knew what you were doing the whole time!" DUH!!!!
Sometimes we might even want to write the story ourselves, and well, our writing sucks compared to what God can do with our story.
Or we might even be like Frodo (or Sam I can't remember who said it, but I know it's in their somewhere) and say, "What kind of adventure have I got myself into?" Our story can look so bleak and seem so unhappy next to the Fairy Tales we see in other people, but we need to remember, that the author knows what he's doing. He's got a plot, so amazing for us, that all ties up at the end with no stupid ending. (unless you're one of those people who've won Darwin Awards)
When my sister was home we discussed, that most stories begin with someone leaving town, or coming to town. Well, your own adventure starts when Jesus comes into your life. It can be rough, some parts you won't like and you might want to skip them. Others parts you'll want to revisit, but won't be able to, some might not even make sense, but it'll all be worth it. God is the best author out there, and he "works all things together for good." You just need to remember to trust your author, and if you do your story will have a "Happily ever after" ending.
P.S. God is also the most imaginative and creative author EVER because not only did he write every one's story, but also wrote the stories that everyone wrote. For example he wrote J.R.R. Tolkien's story AND gave Tolkien the gift of writing L.O.T.R. it was all his idea, every single story out there! Pretty cool, eh?
Friday, January 4, 2008
Good words from Calvin (and Hobbes of course)
Calvin: I asked Dad if he wanted to see some New Year's resolutions I wrote. He said he would be glad to, and he was pleased to see I was taking an interest in self-improvement. I told him the Resolutions weren't for ME they were for HIM.
.....that's why we're outside now.
Hobbes: I WONDERED what the rush was.
Calvin: I'm getting disillusioned with the New Years. They don't seem very new at all! Each NEW Year is just like the OLD year. Here another year has gone by and everything is still the same! There's still pollution and war and stupidity and greed! Things haven't changed! I say what kind of Future IS this?! I thought things were supposed to improve! I thought the future was supposed to be better!
Hobbes: The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
Just more reasons to remember that this isn't was it was supposed to be. God didn't want war, stupidity, greed, or even pollution. It was SUPPOSED to be so much better. But it didn't. However, we do have hope for the future, we have hope that this, this messed up, screwed up, horrible and terrible world ISN'T all there is. We can have hope and joy that one day we will find ourselves in perfect, untarnished world, heaven. So although I agree a little with Calvin, we CAN look forward to the future.
.....that's why we're outside now.
Hobbes: I WONDERED what the rush was.
Calvin: I'm getting disillusioned with the New Years. They don't seem very new at all! Each NEW Year is just like the OLD year. Here another year has gone by and everything is still the same! There's still pollution and war and stupidity and greed! Things haven't changed! I say what kind of Future IS this?! I thought things were supposed to improve! I thought the future was supposed to be better!
Hobbes: The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
Just more reasons to remember that this isn't was it was supposed to be. God didn't want war, stupidity, greed, or even pollution. It was SUPPOSED to be so much better. But it didn't. However, we do have hope for the future, we have hope that this, this messed up, screwed up, horrible and terrible world ISN'T all there is. We can have hope and joy that one day we will find ourselves in perfect, untarnished world, heaven. So although I agree a little with Calvin, we CAN look forward to the future.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Ode to Skiing (A.K.A. Death and Pain)
The mountain was beautiful,
All covered in snow.
I went to go skiing,
But I didn't know,
That skiing causes all kinds of things,
Like leg pains and arm aches,
Frozen noses and sore feet,
And all kinds of bone breaks.
I went down the first hill,
All ready to ski,
When, soon I realized,
That the art of skiing had escaped me.
I could only go down,
I wasn't really prepared at all,
Then I tipped over slightly,
And I began to fall.
I did this several times,
On each one of the hills,
I was beginning to think,
About how many medicals bills,
It would take,
To cure every pain,
And mend every brake.
Soon I was exhausted,
Tired, and poopy
I could barely move,
And my eyes were real droopy.
At last, after so very long,
My trail was over and finally done!
The final hill, was way too steep
So I went and slid down on my bum.
My face was frozen.
And everything was sore,
My shoulders and knees,
Muscles, I never knew that existed before.
I sat inside, on a chair,
Melting the snow off my face.
I never thought Hell,
Could be such a cold and snowy place.
Okay.... Maybe it wasn't that bad. But I did take a lot of crashes, and I was soooooo tired. However, I still had a lot of fun. I'm planning on going on the Ski retreat again, just maybe not skiing...ever...ever...ever....again.....
P.S. A Special thanks to Cheryl, if you didn't accompany on my journey, I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. I probably would've ended up going down a double black diamond on accident and died. So Thank you so much!!!
All covered in snow.
I went to go skiing,
But I didn't know,
That skiing causes all kinds of things,
Like leg pains and arm aches,
Frozen noses and sore feet,
And all kinds of bone breaks.
I went down the first hill,
All ready to ski,
When, soon I realized,
That the art of skiing had escaped me.
I could only go down,
I wasn't really prepared at all,
Then I tipped over slightly,
And I began to fall.
I did this several times,
On each one of the hills,
I was beginning to think,
About how many medicals bills,
It would take,
To cure every pain,
And mend every brake.
Soon I was exhausted,
Tired, and poopy
I could barely move,
And my eyes were real droopy.
At last, after so very long,
My trail was over and finally done!
The final hill, was way too steep
So I went and slid down on my bum.
My face was frozen.
And everything was sore,
My shoulders and knees,
Muscles, I never knew that existed before.
I sat inside, on a chair,
Melting the snow off my face.
I never thought Hell,
Could be such a cold and snowy place.
Okay.... Maybe it wasn't that bad. But I did take a lot of crashes, and I was soooooo tired. However, I still had a lot of fun. I'm planning on going on the Ski retreat again, just maybe not skiing...ever...ever...ever....again.....
P.S. A Special thanks to Cheryl, if you didn't accompany on my journey, I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. I probably would've ended up going down a double black diamond on accident and died. So Thank you so much!!!
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