Song stuck in My Head

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1S-BEz0f_fI


Just so you know. B-)

Awkard Amusement Park Moment

Well this is the first SOS I've done in a while. It's good to be back...

This SOS happened just this past week when I went to an amusement park with my family and a family of friends. The family of friends is one that we've known forever and ever.. They have five boys and two girls. The boys ages are 15, 13, 10, 8, and 5. The girls are 4 and 2-ish. So we went to Kings Dominion in VA which was super fun, but also ...(everybody say it with me) awkward. - This word basically describes my life right now-. So anyways, the 15 year old has always been my friend and we get along great together and blah blah blah blah. We went on this roller coaster together (both families were there too!) and decided that we wanted to ride in the same car together. It wasn't ooo la la or anything (i don't think.. unless it was for him.. eww). But when we got to the gate where we had to load into the car, I noticed how the car's seats were laid out. It was shaped like a tabogan (the ride was called Avalanche) and there was one wooden bench in the middle for both passengers to sit on. But there was no division. You step in and there is just a block of wood to share with the person behind you. I say behind you because you have to sit on this like you would a horse. So stradling this wood. **do you see where I'm going with this?**
I took in all of this information in the split second that he is putting himself in the car and I started to silently... hyperventilate. This is wierd. So, he being obviously larger than me sat in the back part of the seat and I sat in front of him. When the safety bar came down, it totally squished me into him in a wierdish AWKWARD way. Both of us with our legs spread apart straddling the wood bench shoved together by the safety bar. AGHHHHH! I could die. Honestly, it was so strange.

As the ride got going, he began talking to me and making me laugh. He was also making funny noises the whole way through the roller coaster. Funny "wooooh" noises and "aahhhh" noises. We were also mocking this poor girl in front of us who was screaming bloody murder. It was histerical.

So I guess my story ends up okay in the end, but awkward still is the word that I would describe that whole entire day with.

A Treat for a Sunday Evening

BEHOLD! The most glorious meal around. Did I say meal? I meant healthy side snack. I've been up to much embroidery and various forms of stitchery lately, so my mind needed a rest. I dug out this bucket of B&Js figuring I deserved it. Plah! Ya right. I was sitting alone at the kitchen table in the dark and was compelled to open the freezer when my grumbling dinner-less stomach shook the walls of the house. As the summer usually entails, I've been wakeboarding with the fam a lot lately too which may account for my bloglessness stretch. Will school starting in a couple of weeks, there may not be much time for very interesting or particularly entertaining blog entries, so I wouldn't expect much if I were you. Plruking is also the newest fashion which you may want to pick up on (ehem, Christian) if you prefer to not be left in the dark.

www.plurk.com

Check it out.

Beating the Summer Blues

It seems like during the last weeks of the school year all I ever said and all I ever heard said was "I'll just wait until summer to do that. Then I'll have plenty of time". Oh no. This summer has proved to me how completely filled with things to do our everyday lives are that we hardly have time for the things we said we would do. For essample, going on hikes. Hikes are amazing and I love them a lot. Especially up in the New English part of the US where there's tons of trees, wildlife, and easy trails to follow. I always said that the summertime would be the optimum time to go on such a hike because I could stay out all day and not have to worry about anything. By anything I mean school. So, part of my reasoning was valid... I don't have to worry about school. But it seems like other things keep getting in the way of all of that. Things that I never quite thought of during the school year as "must-dos" now seem to take over. Cleaning the house, for instance, or walking the dog. Or practicing the piano or working in the yard or blah blah blah or duhdee duhdee. I don't know! And then when all of that is done, I get so exhausted and don't want to do anything else for the whole day expect sit in front of the TV with a cold lemonade or something like that. Then I wake up the next morning and decide that I don't want to work super hard and have a repeat of the day before, so I do nothing and end up bored out of my mind.

The vicious circle that haunts us all.

So I have come up with some personal "goals" if you will for how to make sure that I don't waste away my summer, or miss out on it completely:

1. Stay inside for the morning-time hours. My reasoning is I'll be doing household-y chores that won't wear me out, but part of the staying inside will include not being hooked to the TV or anything. I will piano practice or do needle work or something like that.

2. Refer* to my list of things I wish I could do during the school year but never had time to. I think that if I plan out my days then I will have more time than I thought (this is all hypothetical) and hopefully be able to get things done like check the all the fire ladders in the house to see that they're the right length for the windows or reorganize the DVD cabinet or read a classic novel. I think that this will work for me, but if it doesn't, which I totally understand, then I will reevaluate what kinds of things to spend my time on.

3. Hang out with the fam and friends. I'm not very good and contacting people that I know from school over the summer - I don't know why - but I'm just not. So I think that if I just call up one of the girls that I know they would come over and hang out with me. If that doesn't work (which is my fear) then I need to just be with my family and do family things. Last summer we went to this great park all of the time. There was a lake, a playground, tons of little animals running around. I don't know what happened to that place, but it was always a cool place to go.

I will probably be checking my own blog from time to time to see that I remember these ideas that I have. There is a huge chance that this little snip of organizational genius may leave me in an hour, so that's why I wrote it down. You don't have to read it if you don't want to ... It was kind of for me so that I don't forget ... but comment anyways!! Let me know how your summers are going. I want to hear all about 'em.


*Refer is a palindrome.

Disney Sing Along Time!

Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the girl

The girl who has everything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here you think

Sure, she's got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

You want thingamabobs?

I've got twenty!

But who cares?

No big deal

I want more

I wanna be where the people are

I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'

Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?

Oh - feet!

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far

Legs are required for jumping, dancing

Strolling along down a - what's that word again?

Street

Up where they walk, up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the sun

Wanderin' free - wish I could be

Part of that world

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?

Bet'cha on land they understand

That they don't reprimand their daughters

Proper women sick of swimmin'

Ready to stand

And ready to know what the people know

Ask 'em my questions and get some answers

What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?

Burn?

When's it my turn?

Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?

Out of the sea

Wish I could be

Part of that world

A Story from A Sick One

I honestly wrote this down in my math notebook while I was sick in the nurse's office today.

The bright white lights of the infirmary bounced off the white washed walls and white curtains that divided me from my fellow sufferers. The furnishings were white and metallic - the black-rimmed analog clock ticked tediously in the corner above my head. The dark walnut bedside table was a little shorter than the blodd-red cot I laid on, and a vase of artificial pansies wilted suprisingly realistically at the center of it. The bright square lights that filled the room gave me even more of a headache, and seemed to force my eyelids shut over my tired eyeballs. My breathing was slow, calm, but my body was aching. Now was not the time to sleep even though sleep is what I craved. My legs were too cold - my toes shivered - but my arms and back sweated relentlessly. I wonder when my turn to be helped will come. Everyone else seems to be more important, or more hurt rather. All I need is an Advil. I'll be out of your hair in an instant if you would just medically reduce my minor pains. The wood of my cot started to burrow itself inbetween my shoulder blades, making my wait very uncomfortable. I could feel myself slowly sliding down the slick polyester that was supposed to be cushioning me, and my pants buttons squeaked as the rubbed against it. The nurse's telephone rang yet again and awoke me - again - from my semi-consciousness. I mentally crossed my fingers that this call contained news concerning me. Maybe that's Mom calling. Maybe I can go home now. At least let it be my Math teacher yelling at me to get back to class! Alas, as in every other circumstance, the phone was not for me. I tried to close my eyes, but they continued to flutter open. The lights till bore down on me tirelessly, preventing any sleep of any sort from coming. I look over at the dark walnut medicine cabinet with the glass doors that fail to conceal its contents. Cotton balls, ace bandages, antiseptic wipes and a few bottles of ibuprofen.

That's as far as I got.

Sorry for the delays in posting.

The Wait is Over

Last week a group of our Young Men and Young Women from church all got together and went to the temple (about an hour away) to perform sacred ordinances for those who have already passed on. It is a sort of tradition that the youth of our church get to participate in. We all dress in identical white and are baptized physically for those who did not get a chance to on this earth. Normally, I would go to be baptized for some stranger I did not know who had died hundreds of years ago and leave with a feeling of happiness for that person and relief that I hadn't done something stupid like slip down the stairs on my way out. But this last week was different.

My Grandma C------- works in Salt Lake City at the Family History Library where they do family history research and compile names that can be sent to temples across the globe so their work can be done. I asked her if she had some family names that needed to be baptized. She said yes, and sent my brother and I a package filled with pink and blue cards that were ready to have their work done for them. We took these names to the temple with us and were able to be baptized in their name. We were the last two to perform the baptisms, which made the ordinance especially meaningful for me. The fifteen cards I held in my hand represented fifteen people who had waited, wait how many years? I looked down...three hundred years to be baptized. They were waiting for someone to come along and do the physical work they could not do for themselves. They wanted to be sealed together with their families for time and all eternity, but just needed someone to help them along. As I stepped out of the water after my baptisms were done, the brethren there stopped me and confirmed each and every one of those names right there on the baptismal font steps. I stood there, shivering with cold as they placed their hands on my head. I was instantly warm and felt a peaceful stirring inside of me. I knew the women on the other side were grateful for my service and I knew that I was doing the right thing. They had waited a long time to be baptized, just like I waited a long time in line. But the funny thing is, now it doesn't seem like that long of a time compared to theirs. When put into the eternal perspective...