May. 22, 2008 - One Formal -Two Frogs

 May 9th: Home school formal:

        A.M. ....... I drove into town to wash my (Emily's) red Sable. Since it was raining already I didn't have to rinse it, and so I turned the notch right to the bubble brush. As soon as I walked around my car I noticed something funny about the bubble brush....  There was no brush. A nozzle was oozing pink foam all over the cement floor. My first reaction was to look for a change return on the car wash. Not present. Then, I made up my mind I was going to bubble my car, even if I had to create my own brush. So I did. I let the foaming nozzle spit bubbles all over me and the car while I rubbed it in with my hand. It was so embarrassing I started to laugh at myself...... Eventually, I foamed up the entire car, only to hear the one minute left buzzer. Then- I panicked. I hopped over to the control box and switched it to rinse. As fast as I could I rinsed that foam.... First the roof, then the driver's side, then the mirror, then- no pressure........ I rolled my eyes and laughed all at once. not only because  my car was pink- but so was I! You will never know the feeling of driving in a pink foamed car until you've been there and done that. I think I provided a small amount of amusement for the cars I passed on the way home,  anyway.

      So, after that escapade I pulled into the driveway and sat there laughing at myself and my foamy car. By some chance, I glanced in the back seat. I noticed the seat looked a little foamy, and pink! The back window was half way down. I couldn't believe it- I ran inside and told my dad about my adventure, and then tried to clean up the interior as best I could...... I let the rain take care of the outside.

        The formal itself wasn't half as fun as the car washing, although it was close. Some s caught a pile of napkins on fire, we re-invented our center piece, Sarah and I took a picture posing like Charlie's Angel's, and David got me my first ever wrist corsage! Afterwards, Rachel and I got asked out by two screechy looking ho-bos at Wal-Mart, and Rachel kindly informed them I already had a date. What a friend! Then, when I posed like a super-star in mickey-mouse sun glasses, Rachel and I laughed until we couldn't breath. Formal: definite success.

        More recently held, was the Pennsylvania Envirothon Competition at P.S.U. It was such a blast! Michael Hoffman, Matthew Nissley, Kelcie Angstadt and I, made up our quartet of dangerous environmentalists.
       The weeks before the competition we studied like mad. Last week,  I spent most of my time slobbering over my aquatics material, my part of the oral presentation (Appalachian Trail Research), and current issue notes (recreational impacts on the natural environment.) I know it sounds like Spanish, but really, it's just fancy titles for things like dirt, hiking and fish.) Then, we dressed up and went to P.S.U where we got free food, room and board in Penn State dorms, and free T-shirts! On Monday we presented our oral presentation, studied (some of us), played ultimate frisbee, listened to a long-winded (A.D.H.D- Michael thinks) speaker talk about old toys, sang (while we were suppose to be preparing for our oral presentation), talked, laughed and hung out.
      On Tuesday we went to the Ag Progress Day's Site (I cannot remember the name, apologies!) where we spent all day stomping around in the mud, through the rain, around trees, and in the dirt....... as we attempted to complete the envirothon test. Keeping the test dry was a real challenge, and staying dry ourselves, well, we decided that was a lost cause during the first station. But I did recognize most all of the i.d. in aquatics, including the two frog calls... score!
        During the ceremony we were awarded ninth place, out of 67 counties. Two other home school teams placed 5th and 6th (one team from near Pittsburg, and one from Union County.) It was very sweet to say the least, and made me want to study REALLY hard for next year. I even drafted David :) So, if you are willing to study really hard, you like the environment, and you are in for an amazing experience------- let me know, I'll sign you right up. Envirothon is the !

           And did I mention you receive 1,000 dollars (every person on the team) if you win? Not to mention, travel to Arizona for nationals.
 
          So, that's what's been on my mind lately...... one formal, and two frogs. The Pickeral and the Wood frog to get really technical.

                  Have you hugged a tree today?
Me either.
-Paula out!

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Apr. 27, 2008 - Let us Become Profound

       In three days, on April 30th, I will have completed 180 days of school work. Any of you in school, college, highschool, middle-school, or elementary know the feeling of relief when another year of school is 'in the bag'. If there is a great time to throw a party, it is when your pencil has found its resting place in your space-maker for the summer. Celebrate!

       The other day, I ran into a childhood friend of mine at Wal-Mart. She used to home-school, but now goes to a local highschool (the one I would attend if I went to Public school). As we caught up, I began to learn of some of her every day school experiences. She told me about her lesbian vice-principle, her teacher who taught nothing in Biology, and her school mates who complained about her good grades, which  were consequently changed. My mom asked her if it was hard switching from home-school to public. She laughed a little and said that it was really easy. Her mom told us how that every day she is scared to of what is happening to her daughter at school.......   This is education? learning? preparation for life?

         Huge percentages of American children and teenagers are going to school every day and learning nothing. They are being fed a world view of atheism, tolerance for immorality, and political correctness. All the while, their brains are not being challenged, their minds are not being stretched, and their character is not being developed. They cannot communicate with s without using slang, and even if they could, what they had to say would probably not be worth any person's time.

       Why can Barack Obama stand behind almost any podium in the United States and woo thousands with his seductive political rambling? Because Americans are ill-informed, uneducated and extremely vulnerable. Where does this vulnerability begin? In the classrooms of our schools, where only a precious few students are learning and the multitudes are being brain washed, or are simply learning nothing.

          So, what did you learn in college, high-school, middle-school, or elementary school this year? Did you take notes in class, or stare out the window dreaming of the -friend you never had? Do not waste your education. Do not wish away those precious 180 days. As you are educated ,your thought processes, thinking skills and social abilities are being strengthened. But only you can chose to apply yourself to the gift of education, the journey of becoming profound....



-Paula

        

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Mar. 29, 2008 - It's a Spring Thing

         After each tournament is over, life seems to lurch to a halt. As I worked the day after the tournament, only thoughts of volleyball filled my mind. When you love something so much (aka Volleyball) it's hard to imagine life without it. Thankfully, I was able to play in a local tournament a few days afterwards (where I stoved my pinkie and bruised my knee,) and David and I can still bump around in our driveway whenever our hearts desire.

            I mentioned in my last blog about my singing the national anthem at the tournament. Well, I did sing it, and it went over well! I took only a few extra breaths, I had less nerves than I thought I would, and I actually, really enjoyed myself. So far, no one has told me it was completely awful, so I'm satisfied, as it was my first whack at singing the Anthem, a really challenging piece.

           Currently, my goal is to stay focused on school, and that goal has proven itself an extremely tough one. Today is Saturday, for example, and I have a speech to finish writing and preparing, yesterday's school to finish and music to practice. Outside, the winds of spring beg me to come dance to their song, and I'm very tempted to oblige. Maybe after those un-pleasant tasks are completed, I will succumb to the alluring spring and go claim my share of exercise.

         But now it's time for me to go. Enjoy your Saturday! Claim the day that the Lord has made... Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
                              Auf Wiedersehen.

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Mar. 15, 2008 - Spring and its Accomplices

Good Saturday Bloggers !

        Outside, the sun washes over the tight and frozen wasteland of the dying winter landscape. Inside, the promise of spring, that comes with the warm sunshine, washes over my spirit, and puts me in the move to sound inspiring. Lost cause, maybe... but morale booster... absolutely :)

            Every year, when spring sings its sweet song, my life is passing through the busiest part of its year. School, volleyball, Envirothon, choir, church, piano, and domestic responsibilities all sit at my feet whining for attention. Because I would rather die than fail Mrs. Radabaugh's Speech/Term Paper class, that has been at the front of my mind. At this very moment, a WORD tab containing my Term Paper sits at the bottom of the computer screen, just waiting for me to finish blogging and add a few more words to its necessary ten page context.

       But on a more exciting note, the volleyball tournament is going to be here in little more than one week!!!!!!!!! I'm carrying a volleyball around with me everywhere. Coach says it will give us a feel for the ball. We shall see. Although exercising is one of my most d past-times, I try to jump around a small amount each day to accumulate a notable amount of sweat. I hope my exercised body will prove itself strong at the end of tournament day. That remains to be seen :)

         There is a small piece of information accompanying the tournament which has been exciting for me. This tournament I will be singing the National Anthem before the tournament begins! Am I nervous? YES! But, not so much, I hope, that my voice will dissolve and sound much more like a muted poodle than a voice.  Actually, I have to add that I have yet to talk to Mr. Richmond in person, so this exciting announcement isn't a completely solid fact. But, when it is, I'll send a shout out your way.

        Easter will be here in one day and a week. Doesn't that make you smile?! Come, spring, come! And it will come so fast, that when we begin to bask in its beauties, it will wave good-bye, and introduce its friend, Mr. Sweltering, aka. Summer. But that is fine by me. I could use a tan :)

            Well, fellow bloggers, I hope you won't be so selfish as to remain indoors today. And if nothing else, at least stick your head out the door and enjoy one breath, one glance, at God's most beautiful tonic: nature.

- The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth his handiwork!
                

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Feb. 13, 2008 - Love is da thing.. dat bwings us togeve' today.

Happy Valentines Day! Here's a less than sappy love story to warm your heart... Please forgive the frequent font changes. I got it off the internet, and have had some struggles setting it up. Enjoy.

                                           "Appointment with Love"

     Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station.  The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks, lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him, but he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.

  He placed himself as close as he could to the informa­tion booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks. . . .

Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in partic­ular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.

 In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear. . . all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of , I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me'." And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.

 Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.

 Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web.. a passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandfor started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30.  “Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.

    His mind went back to that book-- the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundred of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human , it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always d that writing-in habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had gotten ahold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.

    For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.

   But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that-whichever we choose. . ."

   One minute to six- he pulled hard on a cigarette. Then Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.

A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.

  He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

“Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.

Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.

She was standing almost directly behind the , a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.

    The in the green suit was walking quickly away. Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the , yet so deep was hislonging for the woman whose spirit had truly compan­ioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.

     Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small, worn, blue leather copy of Of Human , which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love-a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.

  He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappoint­ment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you-you are Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May. . . may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. “I don't know what this is all about, son." she answered. "That young lady in the green suit-the one who just went by-begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."

                                                          And they all lived happily ever after  =)        -    THE END

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Feb. 8, 2008 - Wishing for the Weekend

Happy Day :)

         Today is Friday, one of the busiest days of the week. Maybe second busiest. I was going to tell you six more facts about myself, but I have German to do, piano to practice, yada, yada... So, my sole purpose in writing today was to promise you that I'll be posting again soon. About something a little more eventful, I hope :)

            -Paula

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Feb. 2, 2008 - Tag #1

Howdy. I've been tagged. Quite honestly, I don't think I know six people to tag! So, I've decided to end the game with me. I beg your most humble forgiveness, and water the ground with my tears....  (lie) ... I hope you are all having a lovely, cloud-filled chilly day. I am, I'm going shopping with my brother. Tisch!

               For the six random facts about me:

1. I currently have seven black and blue marks and one brush-burn, courtesy  of diving exercises..

2. I own two hot pink slippers.

3. I have probably watched Pride and Prejudice over ten times. No lie.

4. I have no real pet-peeves... but a few that could qualify as small annoyances :)

5. While playing the piano at church, I once started playing the wrong song (during congregational singing.)--- it was so humiliating I had to laugh.

6. I almost crushed my pelvis (this is my theory) while sledding down a foliage covered, promising slope. David dared me...

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Nov. 26, 2007 - Labour of Love

             Last Christmas, my sister made me listen to one of the songs on her The Nativity Story sound-track, Labour of Love. I haven't been able to get it out of my head, even though I only remembered the first lines. So, today I went searching, and I found a blog that has the whole song. So now you can listen to it, too.
http://tklog.blogspot.com/2006/12/labour-of-love.html is the link. Here are the words if you can't get on the web-page,

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Sep. 22, 2007 - And We're On

        So I haven't blogged in 4 months... it was the blog's fault, I'm telling you it wouldn't let me write a thing!
 
      Enough sulking for now, I feel like June (the last time I wrote) is a billion years behind me. "Time goes fast"  is only brushing the reality of : time FLIES(!), really it does.
 
       So, because I have a small life (practicing piano on Saturday night), I won't tell you all that has been happening in my life, but I will tell you that, I'm alive(duh), I'm busy, and... I'm busy. Yes, but everything is scheduled out and planned up so nicely, I feel partially in control. I thank God for every responsibility he's given me, and I can only pray for the grace to execute each one well. Besides, I despite partiality, and cheer on excellence (Ecclesiastes 9:10a, Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might). When I fail because I didn't try, or fall short because I didn't do my best, take me to the top of ol' Niagra and dump me in.

          If your eyes are popping out of your head because of my annoying strictness, "chill out dude"... I'm still human, and make mistakes, one of which is blabbing on about numero uno (me) for a half an hour while my piano glares at me from across the room, telling me to practice what I preach :)

 Until some later date, Paula

p.s Are you all still alive too? Just curious :)

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Jun. 14, 2007 - My blog is confused, and won't let me post. Apologies :)

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Jun. 1, 2007 - Cookies to make you fat and other top-secret information

         Cheryl, I just have to tell the world! ---- Your cookies (the recipee you gave me at Christmas) are beyond amazing. I've made two batches and my mom one in about a weeks time. I'm going to be fat and lazy by the end of this summer if I don't cut back on the cookie consumption .. ahhhhhhhhhh! And, one more thing for you Cheryl darling :-) .. I have been really liking your blog lately! It's got some meat ! .. You almost inspired me to go biking at 5 a.m. --- Too bad my bike died many years ago ... It also makes me feel so meloncholy when I read your blog about your grandpa.. I had a great Grandpa. (oh, you can all read this, if you were feeling guilty :) )... He lived in a big white farm house in New York. We would go up all the time, first in our big red van, and then our big blue van, and then (after both of those vans sputtered) our big tan van.  All us kids got a whole seat to ourselves, except for David and I, since we were the littlest we had to share (bitter remorse). Chelsie our dog came too, and we would all drive the 4 or so hours to New York (Seth could make record time). At Grandpa's I immediately called my cuz Andrew. He lived right down the road, and we partied man.. wow, we had so much fun :) We would ride down the stairs on Grandpa's big black bean-bag, blow on frozen flies on the windows, and then throw them at Kate, Em, and Allison (other cousin). They screamed. We would have marriage seromonies, and always skip the kissing part. We sled, and splashed in the creek, and went exploring in Grandpa's ancient house. We found his false teeth. They were really gross. Grandpa's house had a perfect smell. It was Grandpa's smell, and it can never be doubled. He liked to hear me sing, even though it was technically wailing. He always sat in one chair (don't steal Grandpa's chair) and his feet were purple. He called me Paula red. I really loved that man... I called him Grandpu. He died five years ago, on Valentines Day. We can only trust he was saved, but really don't know. ahhh, and so when I read your blog, it brought back those precious memories. My only fear is that I'll forget all these sweet little details...  Hence the 8 page blog so I shall never do so :) 

         Moving on. Wow, I'm so glad you commented Nate! I really didn't want to rip off your lips, and the same to all of you. I was just hoping you'd comment so I'd be spared from the unholiness of such a process. It was a humoring thought though... I give credit to Mrs. Huffnagle, my friend's mom, she's the genious from whom the enlightening phrase came from.

        I could ramble on I guess, telling you all I've been doing, but I'll spare you from the drowsy details and just give you the main thrust. Wednesday I waited for an air-mail package (and your most embarrising moment is better?), yesterday we got 15,000 chicks (my shoulders are sore now from un-loading them), and yesterday night I watched Scripps National Spelling Bee. Smart doesn't even begin to explain....... There were three homeschoolers in the final 20 or something though.. sweet action. Today I planted flowers, drove the car illegally (Dad's told me to!), starred in my first ever solo concert (in our drive way, to the radio, with David going balistic with laughter), AND ------- learned that God has up-held me since I was a baby... and that, is very comforting indeed.(Isaiah 46 ??)

    Well, sleep calls. Have a great week people, I'll be at camp, yay!

DQ... a very un-just nickname considering I do resort to seriousness every once in a great while

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May. 17, 2007 - cleaning spew

Good morning, happy Ascention day :) Isn't it a gorgeous day? ! I know..

So, I just wondered, does any one of you smart people know what I should scrub my cute little leather purse with to make it clean? Somehow, its gotten a little too brown for my liking, and I'm bound to clean it. I'm afraid though, if I choose the wrong cleaner it'll turn orange or something. That would ruin some lovely day of mine. 

I've just (lightly skimming those pages which were gigantically BORING) finished the book Pride and Prejudice. I think I could quote almost half of it. I've seen the old set of movies about 3 times, and the new movie 3 times too. I just love Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth is soo mean! But, it makes him work harder for her I guess. Pooor man. ahh- so now I'd better go.

I have two more weeks of school. PARTY! Two more years to go though, and that is nothing short of depressing.

R.I.P. graduates!!!        

Paula 

p.s. and if you don't comment, I'm going to rip your lips off :)

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May. 12, 2007 - Changes are good, yah?

Hey guys :)

         I'm so degratetated (thankyou Little Women) that the German language has no interesting form of "yes", did you notice the lame, "yah?" in the title (gag me)? Laying aside the initial dissapointment, what do you think of my new blog layout? I felt it was time for a change (hence, the almost perfect title). Not that I'm spilling over for the love of light purple or anything, but I just couldn't bear to smother my blog in flowers, or bugs, or... dots. Those dots were beginning to make me sick. I started to search for the geometrical pattern. Warning: dump the polka-dot template.

   Anyway, I'm a busy , so I'll say the only one really important thing I have to say. You: should come to Jeff's magic show. It's going to be very cool. Jeff is braking out of his beginner "after Hoss's sticking his hand through Ethen's stomach" thrill...  and he's moving on to Hollywood. Actually, he's just having his very own magic show, it's at 7:00 on the 23rd of this month. A Wednesday night, and he's going to be sharing the gospel too. ---   good stuff.

Alright, I know this won't inspire you at all, but I'm going to go do school now. On a Saturday. Am I going hay-wire? Probably.

                                       Happy Mother's Day! (you better make her breakfast =) )

-=-=-  DQ out~*                       

          p.s. Anyone know how I can change the rocking chair picture? I'm feeling it has to go.

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May. 7, 2007 - Because I miss society

Halllllo
                So I'm the most unfaithful blogger ever. So sorry. I can't say I've been busy, really busy I mean. I've been doing school work like crazy, but as far as having a normal social life, it's been scanty :) Oh well. I guess this is what happens to people who take forever to finish their school. So I suffer.
If you didn't know, I have internet again, at my house. Hallelujah. You have no idea..
I miss you guys, so much. I can't stop thinking about the Pittsburgh tournament and how much fun we had. That definitely went down in the history books as one of the best days of Paula's life. I am so jealous of anyone who got to have their picture taken in one of those sweet hot-rods at the formal. Bluesy man.
So-- I have to go do MORE school. Don't forget I exist ..
Paula __aka DQ

p.s. I'm leaving for camp the 1rst of June. Jr. Counsel. Ms. Paula. Pretty much can't wait.

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Apr. 17, 2007 - Not a bit of a knowledge.

My Dear Chums,

         I was really going to chance saying that I feel 100% nasty, wormish, low, so low.. But- That would be a white lie (still a lie though, Grandma). Because, I still hold an unpertainable (oh to spell correctly) sense of joy, given to me by God through Christ. This which will never, I know, part with my spirit. So, I can only say truthfully, I feel 90% .. ewww....

It's because I have a cold I suppose. This wouldn't even be half way to terrible, if with a cold did not come work. Today just had to be Tuesday (the only day of the week I work). Lovely gift. I know you work-a-holics know, work and sick grind together like.. like.. I told you I feel terrible. My mind has just informed me it won't work any longer. Grando:)  And yes, I have lots of other reasons I feel terrible, but - if I told you everything, than I would have no secrets to hold within my heart, and I loathe secrets.

Did I depress you? oh good.

Just kidding :)  I really dont want you to cry! -And you're sitting there with eyes drier than the Sahara.

Paula, ehem. DQ, has got to run. Car to drive home from the library you know.

Chow..     

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Apr. 11, 2007 - Interesting quote I heard today

"We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven. We have been preserved, the many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth, and power, as no other nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God.

We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to God that made us!"

Amen

Abraham Lincoln's Proclamation of 1863

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Apr. 7, 2007 - That's what.

Isn't it so quirky that this Easter is so dreary? I'll feel so out of place in white shoes and light springy colors at church tomorrow. It's as if winter and spring were fighting a terrible duel over who should rule the world. Spring will win.... next week of course. After Easter! Ironic.

         Today I'm waltzing around, cleaning the house, practicing piano for church tomorrow, doing leftover schoolwork, and grudgingly watching the snow whirl around outside our icy windows. (ok, they aren't icy, but it added a nice touch to that sentence.) Soon, I'll be going over to my Pastors to talk about going on a missions trip this summer. Isn't that sweet? Yes, I know. Actually, nothing is for sure yet, but i've been praying about plans for this summer since.... last summer? Probably. And if the Missions Trip falls through, so be it, and the next 'maybe' on my highly stacked summer plans list will be looked into. I know one thing for sure, before summer, I'm going to the Pittsburgh tourney!!!!!!!!! I'm very excited. Mostly because I get to spend the whole day with my friends(KT!)   -except for a few of you *buries head into keyboard and sobs BITTERLY*.

         Now, since I can think of nothing more to say, I will go find some interesting thing to accomplish, like making supper.

Is it just me, or am I talking like Shakespeare? My life is falling apart.

Until some later date:

DQ           

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Apr. 2, 2007 - For Cheryl. Because she can't live without my blog (ha!) :)

Hello peoples, currently alive and speaking english,

         Hey hey, and, I'm sorry for my unfaithful blog writing. :) *Sighs* I have some great excuses though! I've been so craaaazy busy. Choir Festival, tournament, school, new neice, week with my sister Katelyn and her baby Hanna, and directing a children's choir. oh yes! and... being outside in this GORGEOUS weather! ..... Actually, I did write a blog a couple days ago, but I decided not to post it. Too bad, it was pretty good too :)

       For the sake of stirring up trouble: If you're rooting for Florida tonight (basketball), you should be ashamed of yourself!!!!! ... Where is your support for the big 10? Traitor.

I would say some other things, amidst which, might be something important, but unfortuniatly, I'm listening to a clip of people speaking German, and so my brains are a bit sizzly.

chow you lovely lady. Gentlemen. (bet you've never been called lovely, eh? hehe)

-DQ

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Mar. 1, 2007 - Busy Doing Nothing?

Dear you,

          I've been thinking. Hold the applause please. That, so many people, Americans to be specific, spend gobs of time, wasting time. It makes me sick, but only sometimes, because during the other sometime, I'm probably wasting time myself. But, right now, when my brain insists on being analytical, I protest. I protest hours people spend talking, doing, what? I just wonder how amazing this world could be if teens, for starters, would take a peak at the real world. I wonder if their moppy wind strewn hair would poof: gray, if they would begin to understand that real issues exist, outside of "Gorgeous wore green, she looks, WAY better in PINK!". Real issues like, I'm gonna die some day, am I ready? Issues like "He's gonna die someday, is he ready?" ... No, I don't think we really have a clue. Christians (don't hand me over to the ACLU) in China have some clues though, people in Russia have some too. Xing Bao Ying, China, knows what it feels like to have his neck choked while it is ed upside down. Police screaming into his face, "Where is Jesus now? Ask him to come and kill me!"

     I know, we live in the USA. Religious freedom dude.  But,  If you did live in a persecuted country, would a policemen with  penetrating through his eyes have a reason to track you down, arrest you, beat you, kill you?  If  (I know, it is a  grammatical sin to start a sentence with 'if'),  we would attempt  spending some of our time more wisely (Sorry sugar, 17 hours of X-box is out: ), I have this strange hunch that the stupid things we think about all day long, would become not so important, in the light of that bigger picture. Maybe our brains would even  straighten up a bit, and we could become more intelligent, more informed, more ready, and more willing, to be what we should be, what we aren't being, but what we could be.

ahh.. Glad to have that said.

p.s. This weekend is the festival! I am so pumped. Pray for us all down there, and I'll see ya Saturday :)

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Feb. 28, 2007 - Have you heard?

Guess what? No more library for me! This girl has internet at her very own house! Yay.

More later :)

-DQ out

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