"Yeah you make feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long."
Bruno Mars may have questionable morals, but I understand those two lines right now.
You see, at this time, I am sitting in a chair with a Shiatsu Massage Cushion. My people, you do not understand the words "Heaven on earth" until you have experienced the joy of the Shiatsu Massage Cushion.
My. Word.
Pure Heaven. As in, I MAY JUST FALL ASLEEP OR JUST PLAIN DIE FROM JOY!!!!!!
* SIIIIIIGHHH *
Oh yah, mm mm good.
In other news, my brother is well on his way to an all-out sugar coma. I swear, he's been ingesting sugar like nobodies business since he woke up.
This Christmas may be one of my favorite in memory. It was simple, I got the perfect gifts, and the looks on my little sisters faces?? Definitely the best part. I thought Lulu (who actually turns 4 in just over a week) was going to explode!
I'm pleasantly full and perfectly content.
May you all have a blessed and amazing Christmas!
Peace!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad PROBLEM
I have a problem...
A terrible, terrible problem...
To be honest, most of the time, I can get by and not suffer TOO badly from the horror that is my problem....
But, then again, for every "most time" there is the "rest of the time" offsetting it.
And now, for the sad, sorry, horrendous, painful truth:
I--I CAN'T WRAP PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean, I guess technically yes I CAN (for those of you who would judge the reality of my last statement). The problem is, I cannot do so well. My presents usually end up looking like a mangled, taped together, ripped...THING.
'Tis the most terrible season to be a terrible gift-wrapper...
This year, I sort of, half-solved my problem: I think I may have finally been able to convince my siblings that poorly-wrapped gifts are a symbol of just how "nice" the child has been..
AHEM.
Regardless, this year I didn't do TOO terribly bad...then again, I think I'm looking at that stack of disfigured objects through rose colored glasses and claiming more skill than I actually do possess.
Someday...HA!!!!! No. That will never happen. My poor, possible, future children...maybe I'll simply hire someone to wrap for me...
Well, I'm off to bed so that SANTA WILL COME AND LEAVE PRESENTS FOR ME UNDER THE TREE!!!! (I'm expecting a baby blue convertible and a yacht this year, because really, it isn't TOO much to ask, is it, Santa Baby??)
Peace!
A terrible, terrible problem...
To be honest, most of the time, I can get by and not suffer TOO badly from the horror that is my problem....
But, then again, for every "most time" there is the "rest of the time" offsetting it.
And now, for the sad, sorry, horrendous, painful truth:
I--I CAN'T WRAP PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean, I guess technically yes I CAN (for those of you who would judge the reality of my last statement). The problem is, I cannot do so well. My presents usually end up looking like a mangled, taped together, ripped...THING.
'Tis the most terrible season to be a terrible gift-wrapper...
This year, I sort of, half-solved my problem: I think I may have finally been able to convince my siblings that poorly-wrapped gifts are a symbol of just how "nice" the child has been..
AHEM.
Regardless, this year I didn't do TOO terribly bad...then again, I think I'm looking at that stack of disfigured objects through rose colored glasses and claiming more skill than I actually do possess.
Someday...HA!!!!! No. That will never happen. My poor, possible, future children...maybe I'll simply hire someone to wrap for me...
Well, I'm off to bed so that SANTA WILL COME AND LEAVE PRESENTS FOR ME UNDER THE TREE!!!! (I'm expecting a baby blue convertible and a yacht this year, because really, it isn't TOO much to ask, is it, Santa Baby??)
Peace!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
The Eeyore Complex
I'm sure everyone can relate to those "melancholic" days where, nothing is actually wrong, but you just feel...well....melancholic. It's days like that when you just want to sit in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea and snuggle with somebody and read a good book...and listen to sad music!
There's not technically anything WRONG with feeling melancholic, it's not as though you're depressed or there's something terribly amiss with you. Sometimes it just happens, and when it does, you simply have to make the best of it.
Today, I am feeling this way. The only difference is, I don't call it being "depressed" or "melancholic" or any of those dreary words, no I personally prefer the term "The Eeyore Complex." It's funny because usually I'm such a Tigger, but every Tigger has Eeyore days, I suppose.
I can't fully appreciate the pure Eeyore-ness of today though....or maybe I can...see, I'm doing a week's worth of homework (Yes, yes...AGAIN) and then it's off to work for a 6 hour shift.
The good news is that HOPEFULLY, I will be handing in my two weeks notice today and then I'm free from at least one problem!!
To all the Eeyores out there: Don't let it get you down for too long, it's too much fun to be happy!
Peace!
There's not technically anything WRONG with feeling melancholic, it's not as though you're depressed or there's something terribly amiss with you. Sometimes it just happens, and when it does, you simply have to make the best of it.
Today, I am feeling this way. The only difference is, I don't call it being "depressed" or "melancholic" or any of those dreary words, no I personally prefer the term "The Eeyore Complex." It's funny because usually I'm such a Tigger, but every Tigger has Eeyore days, I suppose.
I can't fully appreciate the pure Eeyore-ness of today though....or maybe I can...see, I'm doing a week's worth of homework (Yes, yes...AGAIN) and then it's off to work for a 6 hour shift.
The good news is that HOPEFULLY, I will be handing in my two weeks notice today and then I'm free from at least one problem!!
To all the Eeyores out there: Don't let it get you down for too long, it's too much fun to be happy!
Peace!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time...
To say that I am losing my mind would be a vague understatement!!
You see, the problem with homeschooling--well, one of the problems anyway!--is that you're never truly DONE!
Technically, I've been "done" with school for approximately 2 1/2 weeks so far...in reality, I've been cramming to get everything done. Yesterday for instance, I completed two weeks worth of homework...IN ONE DAY!!!
Now TELL me that that isn't enough to drive one to drastic measures?!
Today, I have a few hours to attempt to complete another weeks worth. Unless I want to be doing homework on Christmas Day (yes, yes this is a legitimate possibility...) I need to do 1 week's worth today, tomorrow and Monday (Yeah, yeah Christmas EVE!!!).
My recommendation to you???? DO YOUR HOMEWORK WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SO YOU'RE NOT STUCK PLAYING 'Catch Up' OVER YOUR BREAKS!!!!
.....or ignore me...and reason for that matter, do whatever the heck you want...AND DIEEE!!!!!
I speak from experience, dear Reader...
Very unpleasant, miserable, brain-killing, eye-blurring experience...
Well, I must depart and do homework.
Until later,
Peace!
You see, the problem with homeschooling--well, one of the problems anyway!--is that you're never truly DONE!
Technically, I've been "done" with school for approximately 2 1/2 weeks so far...in reality, I've been cramming to get everything done. Yesterday for instance, I completed two weeks worth of homework...IN ONE DAY!!!
Now TELL me that that isn't enough to drive one to drastic measures?!
Today, I have a few hours to attempt to complete another weeks worth. Unless I want to be doing homework on Christmas Day (yes, yes this is a legitimate possibility...) I need to do 1 week's worth today, tomorrow and Monday (Yeah, yeah Christmas EVE!!!).
My recommendation to you???? DO YOUR HOMEWORK WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SO YOU'RE NOT STUCK PLAYING 'Catch Up' OVER YOUR BREAKS!!!!
.....or ignore me...and reason for that matter, do whatever the heck you want...AND DIEEE!!!!!
I speak from experience, dear Reader...
Very unpleasant, miserable, brain-killing, eye-blurring experience...
Well, I must depart and do homework.
Until later,
Peace!
Friday, December 14, 2012
CHRISTMAS BREAK
So, funny story, this.
My younger siblings get home from Mexico last night, at about 10 to 12AM. I am exhausted and I know I have to get up in about 6 hours for my LAST.AP CALC.CLASS.OF THE SEMESTER!!!
I know that the next day is going to be rough, but I say to myself, "Eh, I can do it...it's one last day."
Fast forward to this morning, 9:04A.M....
Me: * Rolls out of bed * "OH MY GOSH!!!!!!! I SLEPT THROUGH MY ALARM!!!"
Dun.Dun.DUNNNNN.
I sound awful, and I mean, TRULY awful...my voice is COMPLETELY shot for no reason whatsoever. I frantically begin shooting off texts and making phone calls. Luckily, I got ahold of my teacher who was totally cool about the whole thing, adding, "Go back to bed! You sound like you need more sleep!" She sent home my homework with my neighbor and all's well that ends well.
Now, I'm at a coffee-shop, ingesting as much caffeine as it takes to get me going and being absolutely unproductive on my computer...after all, it IS Christmas Break now.
This isn't exactly how I envisioned starting my Christmas Break, I definitely thought I'd finish it feeling more accomplished. But I'll take what I can get. It's Christmas Break, which, when you're homeschooled like I am, means, "Cram about 2 months worth of schoolwork that I was SUPPOSED to do for my mom the rest of the semester into 2 weeks!!!!"
That being said, I should probably close down shop now and head home to noise, school and "Christmas Break."
Thank you, my beautiful Espresso Royale for being here for me when I needed to kick back and chug some mocha!!!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! Hope you all enjoy your Christmas Breaks!!
Peace!
My younger siblings get home from Mexico last night, at about 10 to 12AM. I am exhausted and I know I have to get up in about 6 hours for my LAST.AP CALC.CLASS.OF THE SEMESTER!!!
I know that the next day is going to be rough, but I say to myself, "Eh, I can do it...it's one last day."
Fast forward to this morning, 9:04A.M....
Me: * Rolls out of bed * "OH MY GOSH!!!!!!! I SLEPT THROUGH MY ALARM!!!"
Dun.Dun.DUNNNNN.
I sound awful, and I mean, TRULY awful...my voice is COMPLETELY shot for no reason whatsoever. I frantically begin shooting off texts and making phone calls. Luckily, I got ahold of my teacher who was totally cool about the whole thing, adding, "Go back to bed! You sound like you need more sleep!" She sent home my homework with my neighbor and all's well that ends well.
Now, I'm at a coffee-shop, ingesting as much caffeine as it takes to get me going and being absolutely unproductive on my computer...after all, it IS Christmas Break now.
This isn't exactly how I envisioned starting my Christmas Break, I definitely thought I'd finish it feeling more accomplished. But I'll take what I can get. It's Christmas Break, which, when you're homeschooled like I am, means, "Cram about 2 months worth of schoolwork that I was SUPPOSED to do for my mom the rest of the semester into 2 weeks!!!!"
That being said, I should probably close down shop now and head home to noise, school and "Christmas Break."
Thank you, my beautiful Espresso Royale for being here for me when I needed to kick back and chug some mocha!!!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! Hope you all enjoy your Christmas Breaks!!
Peace!
Monday, December 10, 2012
The Trouble With Social Media and Not Thinking
You see, I often say things or phrase things in such a way that often confuse and worry and cause people respond in a dramatic manner. When dealing with social media...this can be an issue.
Today I happened to post a status about "being at the hospital for 3 hours and counting." There's a really harmless, "no worries" explanation. Being a Diabetic/Celiac, I am at UofM hospital at least 4 times a year, so when I think "Hospital" I think: "Doctor's appointment." Well, considering my diseases, tumors, random other issues, other people think "hospital" and go "HOLY CRAP SHE'S DYING FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!"
You would not believe the number of phone calls, texts and comments on my status I received, the whole time thinking, "Umm this is normal...?" And of course after explaining a gajillion times that "Yes, I'm fine. No, there's no problem. Yes, this is my NORMAL life." of course, my grandmother comments asking if I'm alright. So, for the gajillion and oneth time, I explained, yet again.
Anyway, I swear, this really is going to be an issue some day. I might say something I actually and truthfully regret. Not to mention the way word spreads after seeing one little thing on some sort of public forum. Before you know it, I'll be dead and in my grave without even realizing it! I don't mind as long as I get to go to my funeral and maybe get to give my own eulogy...would that be too much of a problem??
In all seriousness, I probably should take more care before I randomly blurt out my thoughts or anything like that where it could be seen...on second thought, what do I do on here?! I say things I maybe shouldn't and sometimes don't even mean. Ah, oh well. That just got too deep. I just wanted to share with the world a taste of my stupidity and goofy life.
But, as it were, I am exhausted and have nothing more to contribute!
Peace!
Today I happened to post a status about "being at the hospital for 3 hours and counting." There's a really harmless, "no worries" explanation. Being a Diabetic/Celiac, I am at UofM hospital at least 4 times a year, so when I think "Hospital" I think: "Doctor's appointment." Well, considering my diseases, tumors, random other issues, other people think "hospital" and go "HOLY CRAP SHE'S DYING FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!"
You would not believe the number of phone calls, texts and comments on my status I received, the whole time thinking, "Umm this is normal...?" And of course after explaining a gajillion times that "Yes, I'm fine. No, there's no problem. Yes, this is my NORMAL life." of course, my grandmother comments asking if I'm alright. So, for the gajillion and oneth time, I explained, yet again.
Anyway, I swear, this really is going to be an issue some day. I might say something I actually and truthfully regret. Not to mention the way word spreads after seeing one little thing on some sort of public forum. Before you know it, I'll be dead and in my grave without even realizing it! I don't mind as long as I get to go to my funeral and maybe get to give my own eulogy...would that be too much of a problem??
In all seriousness, I probably should take more care before I randomly blurt out my thoughts or anything like that where it could be seen...on second thought, what do I do on here?! I say things I maybe shouldn't and sometimes don't even mean. Ah, oh well. That just got too deep. I just wanted to share with the world a taste of my stupidity and goofy life.
But, as it were, I am exhausted and have nothing more to contribute!
Peace!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Being A Senior...
It would be so much easier if there was a bolt of lighting or writing on the wall, like in the bible. There's so many decisions that have to be made!
At this time in life, you start to doubt, question and wonder at everything you know, everything you believe. You start to question WHO YOU ARE and what your motives are. There's so many time where I find myself fighting myself. What is right? What is wrong?
Deep down, I know that everything at the core of my beliefs is right. I have good idea about who I am as a person, student and where my future is generally headed. What I don't know is how what I want and what God wants line up. I need to stop worrying and just allow God to take complete control of this situation.
I've reached the point we all reach, I'm sure. I'm so ready for independence, to move out, begin making my own life choices. I'm so finished with high school. It's not that there's anything particularly bad about high school or my family...it's just time to begin the rest of my life.
I've been so restless this past school year. So worn out.
All this in mind, I'm also worried about the future. How will I pay for college? Will I meet good people? What will my college experience be like?
Enough worry. I'm so exhausted and mentally and physically drained. It's off to bed for me.
Peace!
- Where do I go to college?
- How will I pay for it?
- Do I stay on campus/get an apartment/stay at home?
- Do I work during college?
- Meal plan or no?
- Major?
- How/when will I need to apply for nursing school?
- What requirements are necessary to be accepted?
- What scholarships do I need to apply for?
- WHAT IS GOD'S WILL FOR ME AND MY LIFE?
At this time in life, you start to doubt, question and wonder at everything you know, everything you believe. You start to question WHO YOU ARE and what your motives are. There's so many time where I find myself fighting myself. What is right? What is wrong?
Deep down, I know that everything at the core of my beliefs is right. I have good idea about who I am as a person, student and where my future is generally headed. What I don't know is how what I want and what God wants line up. I need to stop worrying and just allow God to take complete control of this situation.
I've reached the point we all reach, I'm sure. I'm so ready for independence, to move out, begin making my own life choices. I'm so finished with high school. It's not that there's anything particularly bad about high school or my family...it's just time to begin the rest of my life.
I've been so restless this past school year. So worn out.
All this in mind, I'm also worried about the future. How will I pay for college? Will I meet good people? What will my college experience be like?
Enough worry. I'm so exhausted and mentally and physically drained. It's off to bed for me.
Peace!
Thursday, December 6, 2012
My Family: The Freaking Luckiest, Most Talented, Attractive People You Will Ever Meet
First of all, it's official...I have THE CUTEST baby brother in the world!!!!! OK, so he's TECHNICALLY not a baby, he's more than a year old and he just walked across the living room by himself today...granted he had just had a ton of chocolate...no inspiration like chocolate, right?
Today I had to babysit him for a little while and he got into my little sister's stocking...let's just say I'm shocked he hasn't succumbed to a sugar coma yet! Oi vey!
Lucia, oh my goodness, that child. She cracks me up. The things she says at 3 years old...I don't know where she gets them! Today, after church, she was thirsty so, being the incredibly helpful big sister that I am, I helped her get water at the drinking fountain. About 10 minutes later, she marches up to my mom and I and pulls the neck of her coat down to reveal a small water mark on her t-shirt.
"MAMA! Look! I have CITY WATER on my SHIRT!" Here she turned and pointed at me, "Because YOU did it!" And she marched indignantly away. City water??? OK, kiddo! See if I help you get water again! Just thinking about that kid makes me smile.
When it comes to intense bursts of energy, Sofia really does take the cake. She burst into the house after her tutoring today and just starts going off a mile a minute about God only knows what, her prize (APAPER,STYROFOAM,ANDSTICKCHRISTMASTREE!!!!BUTTHEYHADTOUSEBLACKPAPERFORSOMEOFITBECAUSETHEYWEREOUTOFBROWN!!!!)
I honestly have quite the time trying to figure out what she's saying most of the time. I guess it doesn't really matter if I do or not because that ball of energy is happy enough if you appear vaguely interested, ask a few questions here and there and are completely astounded by her amazingness. She's the type of kid who literally pulled out her other front tooth simply so she could sing "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth."
Though I'd never admit it, I'm vaguely jealous of Gianna. I mean, at the end of the day, I'd rather be me and sometimes she annoys the crud out of me. But she's 10 years old, already an intense gymnast whose coach is filming her demonstrate some skill or another and sending it to another coach in Arizona. She has intense conditioning/skill-building several times a week and I can see her and all her drive and energy and talent going places some day. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she's a freaking whiz at school!!! "Some people just walk in the light, you know?" (She's The Man). Couldn't say it better myself!
Francesca....what words to describe Francesca? She's your typical 13-year-old...trying to figure out where she fits, not quite one of the "big-kids" but DEFINITELY not one of the younger kids. She's got the popularity and athleticism that draws people to her. Honestly, I personally don't remember having friends everywhere I turned in middle school! Actually though....I think I only had one real friend in middle school...by choice! Also, I don't know what it is with middle-schoolers now...but I swear she has at least 4 guys who are just drooling all over her. Two even got in a fight over her the other day...that's just how it is with my sisters I guess though.
Isabella. She's everything the name implies. She's got a good 2 inches on me even though she's a solid 2 years and 2 months younger than me. She's got a lot of prospects as a future killer middle hitter for volleyball. She's tall, long limb-ed..granted, she's gangly, but she'll grow into herself eventually. School doesn't come easily to her, in fact, right now she's off taking a Geometry final that she has no confidence of doing well on. But she is one of the most creative, imaginative, witty, fun people I have ever met. She's so stunning in both personality and appearance. She hasn't even fully bloomed yet and you can tell, just by looking at her that once she grows into her long arms and legs, loses the braces and gains the confidence that age aids...she's going to awe the world.
Gabriella. Well, Gabrielle, really...but I'll call her whatever I want. She IS my big sister after all. She's two years older than me and may very well be the luckiest person I have ever met. Just the other day, she and her friends BY CHANCE ran into an NBA player, scored tickets to a game vs. the KNICKS and are now in communication with a PRO BALLER. For a sports-major, this is like heaven. For me, this is misery. I love basketball. Gabs?? Mehh. She doesn't really care either way. So here I am, dying as I hear of her luck in this AND the free tickets she scored to some AHL games (2 this week alone). Gabry might even be going to Ireland Fall semester 2013 for an internship. Not to mention she's graduating this spring (2 years early I might add!) just because she can. She certainly walks in the light. And though I pretend to not sometimes, I love her so much. I don't think any girl should go without a big sister...and I'm glad I have her!
My parents. Wow. Words cannot describe. My dad is the most hard-working man I have ever met. He's also the most family-oriented. The things he does for us because he loves us floors me. Daddy's girl? Yeah, I guess I am. But how could I not be? He's always looking out for us and is a perfect example of what a father should be. Not to mention the example he sets for us by how he treats my mom. They've been married for 20 years now and she's still "My bride" to him. It's incredible. Yeah, when he gets mad, I'd like to pull an ostrich and stick my head in the ground, but nobody's perfect!
And my MOM! She home schools 4 of the 5 of us who are in primary or secondary education. Sofia is a special case, as I've said and is tutored. My mom also helps run a lot of the local home school church sports team program that half of us are in, drives the rest to their separate sports/activities and finds the time to work out daily, including preparing for a marathon! She also (after 8 children) weighs less than she did at her wedding. My parents...I should thank God for them every second!
Me...well...eh, I'm not that interesting!! So just sit back in awe of the rest of my family and forget about me for now.
Peace!!
Today I had to babysit him for a little while and he got into my little sister's stocking...let's just say I'm shocked he hasn't succumbed to a sugar coma yet! Oi vey!
Lucia, oh my goodness, that child. She cracks me up. The things she says at 3 years old...I don't know where she gets them! Today, after church, she was thirsty so, being the incredibly helpful big sister that I am, I helped her get water at the drinking fountain. About 10 minutes later, she marches up to my mom and I and pulls the neck of her coat down to reveal a small water mark on her t-shirt.
"MAMA! Look! I have CITY WATER on my SHIRT!" Here she turned and pointed at me, "Because YOU did it!" And she marched indignantly away. City water??? OK, kiddo! See if I help you get water again! Just thinking about that kid makes me smile.
When it comes to intense bursts of energy, Sofia really does take the cake. She burst into the house after her tutoring today and just starts going off a mile a minute about God only knows what, her prize (APAPER,STYROFOAM,ANDSTICKCHRISTMASTREE!!!!BUTTHEYHADTOUSEBLACKPAPERFORSOMEOFITBECAUSETHEYWEREOUTOFBROWN!!!!)
I honestly have quite the time trying to figure out what she's saying most of the time. I guess it doesn't really matter if I do or not because that ball of energy is happy enough if you appear vaguely interested, ask a few questions here and there and are completely astounded by her amazingness. She's the type of kid who literally pulled out her other front tooth simply so she could sing "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth."
Though I'd never admit it, I'm vaguely jealous of Gianna. I mean, at the end of the day, I'd rather be me and sometimes she annoys the crud out of me. But she's 10 years old, already an intense gymnast whose coach is filming her demonstrate some skill or another and sending it to another coach in Arizona. She has intense conditioning/skill-building several times a week and I can see her and all her drive and energy and talent going places some day. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she's a freaking whiz at school!!! "Some people just walk in the light, you know?" (She's The Man). Couldn't say it better myself!
Francesca....what words to describe Francesca? She's your typical 13-year-old...trying to figure out where she fits, not quite one of the "big-kids" but DEFINITELY not one of the younger kids. She's got the popularity and athleticism that draws people to her. Honestly, I personally don't remember having friends everywhere I turned in middle school! Actually though....I think I only had one real friend in middle school...by choice! Also, I don't know what it is with middle-schoolers now...but I swear she has at least 4 guys who are just drooling all over her. Two even got in a fight over her the other day...that's just how it is with my sisters I guess though.
Isabella. She's everything the name implies. She's got a good 2 inches on me even though she's a solid 2 years and 2 months younger than me. She's got a lot of prospects as a future killer middle hitter for volleyball. She's tall, long limb-ed..granted, she's gangly, but she'll grow into herself eventually. School doesn't come easily to her, in fact, right now she's off taking a Geometry final that she has no confidence of doing well on. But she is one of the most creative, imaginative, witty, fun people I have ever met. She's so stunning in both personality and appearance. She hasn't even fully bloomed yet and you can tell, just by looking at her that once she grows into her long arms and legs, loses the braces and gains the confidence that age aids...she's going to awe the world.
Gabriella. Well, Gabrielle, really...but I'll call her whatever I want. She IS my big sister after all. She's two years older than me and may very well be the luckiest person I have ever met. Just the other day, she and her friends BY CHANCE ran into an NBA player, scored tickets to a game vs. the KNICKS and are now in communication with a PRO BALLER. For a sports-major, this is like heaven. For me, this is misery. I love basketball. Gabs?? Mehh. She doesn't really care either way. So here I am, dying as I hear of her luck in this AND the free tickets she scored to some AHL games (2 this week alone). Gabry might even be going to Ireland Fall semester 2013 for an internship. Not to mention she's graduating this spring (2 years early I might add!) just because she can. She certainly walks in the light. And though I pretend to not sometimes, I love her so much. I don't think any girl should go without a big sister...and I'm glad I have her!
My parents. Wow. Words cannot describe. My dad is the most hard-working man I have ever met. He's also the most family-oriented. The things he does for us because he loves us floors me. Daddy's girl? Yeah, I guess I am. But how could I not be? He's always looking out for us and is a perfect example of what a father should be. Not to mention the example he sets for us by how he treats my mom. They've been married for 20 years now and she's still "My bride" to him. It's incredible. Yeah, when he gets mad, I'd like to pull an ostrich and stick my head in the ground, but nobody's perfect!
And my MOM! She home schools 4 of the 5 of us who are in primary or secondary education. Sofia is a special case, as I've said and is tutored. My mom also helps run a lot of the local home school church sports team program that half of us are in, drives the rest to their separate sports/activities and finds the time to work out daily, including preparing for a marathon! She also (after 8 children) weighs less than she did at her wedding. My parents...I should thank God for them every second!
Me...well...eh, I'm not that interesting!! So just sit back in awe of the rest of my family and forget about me for now.
Peace!!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Words, words, words!
"Words! Words! Words! I'm so sick of words!
I get words all day through." -Eliza DooLittle (My Fair Lady)
Ah, my dear Eliza, I couldn't have put it better myself.
Honestly! WORDS! THEY NEVER STOP! They're EVERYWHERE!!!
Unfortunately, I'm having a problem with words as of late. I swear, it's the oddest thing! I try to talk, explain something, etc, etc...and...I-I can't talk! It's like they're gone! No, I guess that's a lie. I can talk just fine. In fact, it's getting me to shut up that's the real problem. My problem is that I can't seem to utilize words in the correct way in order to express myself. I might as well be speaking Ancient Shona (One of the three native languages of Zimbabwe)!!!!!!!!!
It brings back all of my RAH RAH RAH moments (see Blogpost from April 2012). Seriously though! When no one speaks native Shona, you don't want to be speaking Shona!!! (No offense to any persons of Zimbabwe intended, of course!)
Anywho, it can be INCREDIBLY frustrating to not be able to express your thoughts, feelings and opinions. It's about as irritating as being strapped into a straight jacket...not that I would know what that's like of course...Ahem.
* SIIIIIGGGHHHH *
ANYway, I'm sure I'll get over this bizarre and inexplicable experience soon enough...I HOPE!!!!
AHHH!! RAH JSHFKJHSAKJLHFLKSJAHDH!!!!
Ahem.
Anyway.
Peace!
I get words all day through." -Eliza DooLittle (My Fair Lady)
Ah, my dear Eliza, I couldn't have put it better myself.
Honestly! WORDS! THEY NEVER STOP! They're EVERYWHERE!!!
Unfortunately, I'm having a problem with words as of late. I swear, it's the oddest thing! I try to talk, explain something, etc, etc...and...I-I can't talk! It's like they're gone! No, I guess that's a lie. I can talk just fine. In fact, it's getting me to shut up that's the real problem. My problem is that I can't seem to utilize words in the correct way in order to express myself. I might as well be speaking Ancient Shona (One of the three native languages of Zimbabwe)!!!!!!!!!
It brings back all of my RAH RAH RAH moments (see Blogpost from April 2012). Seriously though! When no one speaks native Shona, you don't want to be speaking Shona!!! (No offense to any persons of Zimbabwe intended, of course!)
Anywho, it can be INCREDIBLY frustrating to not be able to express your thoughts, feelings and opinions. It's about as irritating as being strapped into a straight jacket...not that I would know what that's like of course...Ahem.
* SIIIIIGGGHHHH *
ANYway, I'm sure I'll get over this bizarre and inexplicable experience soon enough...I HOPE!!!!
AHHH!! RAH JSHFKJHSAKJLHFLKSJAHDH!!!!
Ahem.
Anyway.
Peace!
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
'Tis The Season
'Tis the season for snow and turkey and presents and fattening food and mistletoe and family and rest.
'Tis the season for a renewal of faith, to allow Jesus to be born again in your heart.
'Tis the season for peace and joy and happiness.
'Tis the season for attack.
Now I'm not referring to physical attacks with guns and knives and swords and violence. But this is worse. Much, much worse. This is Spiritual Attack. You see, this season, this beautiful, beautiful season is ideal for renewing your faith, absorbing peace and becoming more joyful. As you might imagine, Satan does not appreciate this. He will do whatever it takes to bring you down and keep your joy and peace from you.
For some of us, it might be stress and shopping. For others, it might be finals. For others, he might shake up your relationships. For others, he might attack self-image. For others, he might do several of the above. Unfortunately, he knows our secret fears and innermost hurts. He knows exactly which barb to stick into your heart.
Recently, I have experienced his attack on me and my life and witnessed his attack on those dearest to me. It can be SO hard to stay strong and fight him, especially if you are feeling weak to start with.
Remember, "You can do all thing's through Christ who strengthens you." You don't have to defend against the attack alone...in fact, you can't. As humans, we don't have what it takes to go it by ourselves. Trust in God. Get lots of sleep. Pray often.
'Tis the season of prayer and peace.
'Tis the season of love.
Peace!
'Tis the season for a renewal of faith, to allow Jesus to be born again in your heart.
'Tis the season for peace and joy and happiness.
'Tis the season for attack.
Now I'm not referring to physical attacks with guns and knives and swords and violence. But this is worse. Much, much worse. This is Spiritual Attack. You see, this season, this beautiful, beautiful season is ideal for renewing your faith, absorbing peace and becoming more joyful. As you might imagine, Satan does not appreciate this. He will do whatever it takes to bring you down and keep your joy and peace from you.
For some of us, it might be stress and shopping. For others, it might be finals. For others, he might shake up your relationships. For others, he might attack self-image. For others, he might do several of the above. Unfortunately, he knows our secret fears and innermost hurts. He knows exactly which barb to stick into your heart.
Recently, I have experienced his attack on me and my life and witnessed his attack on those dearest to me. It can be SO hard to stay strong and fight him, especially if you are feeling weak to start with.
Remember, "You can do all thing's through Christ who strengthens you." You don't have to defend against the attack alone...in fact, you can't. As humans, we don't have what it takes to go it by ourselves. Trust in God. Get lots of sleep. Pray often.
'Tis the season of prayer and peace.
'Tis the season of love.
Peace!
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