Blog Post ADD

I have decided I am ‘blog post ADD.” I started posting about writing...and now I have switched to somehow posting about random little life things. This is ok...but I need to stick with writing! And so I have decided to start a new blog about my life, and transport this one back in time to writing and weekly assignments. If you would like to continue following my life, you can read about it here!


Thanks guys! I will start posting more as soon as life slows down a little.

Rainbows...

We all have different favorites...different movies, books, tastes, colors. We are all unique. We all have special goals and pet peeves and things that inspire us. I myself have never been able to 'choose' favorites. Color? No problem...I love green. Season? Easy...winter. But ask me something with substance? My mind goes blank. I have been asked "what is your favorite book? What is your favorite movie? What is your favorite animal?" And every time my mouth has stumbled for words. I have never been able to make up my mind...but a few weeks ago, someone asked "what is something that means something to you?" I needed to think. I never gave that person an answer...but a few days later, I figured it out. Rainbows. 

One of my favorite things are rainbows. But not the perfect, fully formed ones that gleam. Not the ones that are fully complete. Not the ones that photographers desperately crave so they can catch that 'perfect shot.'
I like the ones that form when it is still raining. The ones that are fluent, blown in by the whispering breath of a wind. Their dazzling veil of a vision wavering like a memory. So vague...vacant...pulling at your mind and trickling into your sub conscious. Beautiful. The ones that you didn't expect, the ones that look like you could blow them away with a blink. They glitter and look so liquid, fragile, suspended in the air with tiny droplets of imagination. The rainbows made just for you.

Every time I see a rainbow, my breath can't help but catch in my throat. It shocks me, seeing something so simple...just a mixture of colors...but yet it is magnificent. It is like a painting, the colors spread out across the sky. To me it is a message from our Maker..."I am here..." It is the promise that he will never break.

"And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: I have set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth. - Genesis 9:12-13"

It is divine...we can trust God without hesitation. Things in this world will pass, people will disappoint, your heart will get broken multiple times...but God will never leave you.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:6

It is beautiful. 

Changes...

"As the fall leaves change, their crisp golden shells glittering in the pale sunlight, You guide their path. As they glide to the ground from the gentle breath of the wind, resting their weary souls upon the earthy crust, You show them the steps they need to take in the final hours of their lives. As new leaves bursting with fresh joy come and the old, cracked lives are forgotten, You guide all who fall to rise again in You as new creations..."

 - random thoughts from a girl who is ecstatic about fall...does it make sense? Probably not...but what else is the imagination for? 

Our lives can be unpredictable, though they spin on their perfect little axis, circling the sun of a habitual life style that never changes, never twists. It always stays the same. It’s reliable, dependent, something to trust.

But then the 'unpredictable' happens. Change.

It can be a little, miniscule thing that rocks your world off of its rotating point. A pebble, a thought, an idea. A crazy burst of inspiration to do something completely out of the norm. Or it can be something unexpected. A person waves to you in the street, you simply have a bad day, you realize that you accidentally left your makeup at home and you need to show people the real you for a day. Change comes unexpected, and not always welcomed.

God lets change happen for a reason. He opens new doors that might seem unfamiliar, or totally different than what you thought you wanted in the first place. Change can come and move your life in a new direction completely. A new path that you never would have chosen on your own. When I was five I was completely determined to someday becoming a mermaid. When I found out mermaids didn’t exist, I was devastated...but it just opened new doors that gave me better opportunities than I ever could have imagined. 

I have a challenge for you: Trust God. When change comes, just roll with it. Accept it.

Change may seem entrapping, dangerous. Unknown. But in the end, change is usually what sets us free. Completely and blissfully free.

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go"  - Joshua 1:9

Doctors offices, trolls, and gnomes.

              Doctor’s offices. They are funny things. They have a way of getting under your skin...the methodical beeping, the knowledge you are accomplishing nothing except impatience. Nurses constantly rush around, their brains tallying the scores of past patients, the kid that scraped his knee, what should they cook for dinner? My own brain? It was as dead as a doornail...smashed through several doors. After sitting in an office for 20 minutes waiting for my friend, I was alerted that my time in the ‘soft’ chair was not even close to being finished...and at that my imagination had had enough. Stamping its feet impatiently, it unfurled itself creakily. I hadn’t opened it for a long, long time...much to my shame. Dusting off rust and leftover ideas, it leaped out of its chair, pointed across the street at an interesting, quirky old shop, and I reluctantly took it’s offered hand and walked outside. My imagination had been awakened, and with it my curiosity. It was thirsty for adventure...my dry spell of limitless procrastination and dead ideas was done. It was time to explore.

It all started with a game of leapfrog. I hovered cautiously in front of a sixlane ‘road.’ Salt Lakeians have funny ideas like that. I, being raised in a town where a one-lane road is called a highway, thought this six lane ‘street’was intimidating, to say the least. My destination sat straight across from me, and I gazed at it through the zooming cars and glittering bumpers. I had to make it across...I had to. That place looked magical...and I would never forgive myself if I passed it by.

My legs however, were not quite as willing. Hesitation flowed through my bones like liquid lead, holding me down with invisible strings...did I really need to look at that shop? Couldn’t I just take a picture and call it a day...?

NO!!!!!!

My imagination screamed in my face so loudly that it put my brain into shock...and when it recovered I was fully armed in froggy armor. Let the game of leap frog commence. I could basically hear the cheesy arcade music in the background...

And so I scuttled across the road. In my brain I was dodging through cars, ducking and rolling between the slices of danger, the sweeps of daringness and the doses of cunning knowledge. In reality I waited patiently as the cars passed, and when the road was clear, I looked ‘left’, ‘right’, left’, ‘cross’ just like it says to do in a kindergarteners school book.

I like my brains version better.

But I had made it. I stood on the sidewalks edge, the pavement steaming and sizzling beneath my feet and the sun baking my skin. In front of me was my destination. A shop was nestled between rows of huge flowers and bushes, trees and shrubs. It was quiet, despite being placed in the center of a city. It was magical.

I politely walked to the door of the store, sneaking glances in the bushes to catch sight of hidden fairies and gnomes...but my eyes snatched nothing atfirst. Heaving a sigh of vague disappointment, I took a step inside. Air conditioning hit full force, and my body sighed in relief as the 105*F weather was melted off of me. Gazing around, I was surprised. No giants hunched in corners, no mushrooms popped up through the floor. There wasn’t a fairy ring looming in the center of a huge arch. There were just shelves of touristy goodness, a rack of sunglasses...a nail with a few aprons hanging on it. There were a lot of birdcages, that was for sure...but nothing out of the ordinary. I walked around for a few minutes, and then my imagination took control again. Ornery little thing.  

Look at the little things.

Just a whisper, but I took the hint. I decided to go around the store one more time...and look a little closer. I searched the corners...and again, surprise hit me. Hidden in every corner, were tiny trinkets of adventures. Figurines of dragons and fairies...they had been turned to stone by an evil witch. Glass bottles lined a windowsill...I am positive they held liquidized dreams and wishes.There were four clay jewelry boxes, but I could obviously tell that they held invisible imagination pills. Those are always the easiest kinds to sneak to people who need help in their imagination growing. I gazed at all of these little things, and as I slowly got more and more enveloped in the exciting mysteries I was unfolding...I heard a bird caw.

Startled, my eyes darted to where the sound had come from...nothing. But I wasn’t fooled that easy. I tiptoed to a huge birdcage nestled in a corner covered in a blanket, and with shaking hands...looked inside. A huge, bright blue bird was bulging inside, anger lining its eyes and beak. It cawed again, loud and obnoxious. It was trying to tell me something... but I wasn’t sure what it was...and I didn’t own the shop, so it didn’t matter. I reluctantly left thebird, and started walking toward the door to walk through the flowers...when I realized something. The owner was nowhere to be found.

Curious...

I couldn’t let that go unexplored.

I looked cautiously around...no owner. There was only one place I hadn’t looked. A door was nestled into the wall, basically shining with mystery. Employees Only! Was taped clumsily on the wooden panels...but the door was cracked open. If I peeked, I wouldn’t ‘technically’ be going in. 

I took the bait, and, tiptoeing up to the door...I looked inside. That is when I spotted the troll. This store wasn’t owned by a person at all....just a troll dressed in a sponsor hat and jean pants. And surrounding the troll, were birds. A good dozen cages were lining the walls around him...colorful birds tweeting and clawing and rustling. They were trapped.

Instantly my brain wanted to set them free from the cruel clutches of the troll...but I knew I would never be able to do it without the aid of my sister, Nadine Brandes. It would have to be saved for another day.

Witha defeated sigh, I turned and left the poor birds to their imprisonment, promising to return someday and set them free. It was time to continue exploring, and so I returned to the fresh air outside. The sun was still pouring its beams down, liquid heat seeping into every crevice and crack, and I could basically see the barely-existent humidity of the air dissipating with a sizzle. It was hot. My eyes, seeking a refreshing and cooling place to stand, located an ounce of shadow behind a wall. I instantly sought it out. As I turned around the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.

A tunnel loomed in front of me. Dozens of wind chimes hung on the side, twinkling and swaying in the slight breeze like pebbles in a stream, and charms and birdhouses made of glass hung at intervals, filling the empty spaces with sparkles. All along the floor were pots of fresh flowers in every color imaginable, and the smell of them lingered in the air. At the end of the tunnel was a bright courtyard, bursting with heat (the one reason I didn’t go down there)...it was an exact scene from my novel, a scene that I hadn’t been able to imagine for weeks. God had shown me what to write about, and it was way better than I could have ever imagined.

But there was still more to explore. During the next 15 minutes, I weaved between paths lined with ivy and creativity. I ducked under arches surrounded by clay mushrooms and glass balls dripping in color and beauty. I explored. I discovered. I imagined.

By the time it was time to go back, my imagination was filled and overflowing with things to write about and inspire. It was bursting, just like a wet sponge, to be released on the crisp white pages of my novel. With a twinge of regret, I dared to play leapfrog once again, and settled back into the doctor’s office.

But this time I had the images of fairies flitting across branches, of gnomes covering themselves up with leaves to escape the heat, and of the birds (in the near future) flying to freedom in the crisp air, to keep me company. I had gone on an adventure with the guidance of my dear imagination, and it would be an adventure to remember.

Chasing a Rainbow...Dancing in Dreams

Yesterday morning I awoke to a babies cry, a splitting headache, and a heart heavier than a slab of cement. I blinked once. Twice. And knew it was going to be an awful day. Before I set out on the un- avoidable, terrible journey ahead, I sent up a quick, desperate plea to the lord to give me enough patience to survive the horror I was about to face

I was not disappointed, it was awful...just as I expected. With no explainable reason. My soul felt like a crushed bug...desperate to run and fly, but unable. My creative rainbows trying to burst through my fingertips shattered before they met the sky. My excited brain to embark on a journey felt like it had been frozen overnight and then smashed with a heavy mallet.

I was in need of something to inspire me...and I was in need of it fast. After being tugged along by the invisible rope of hope through the day...the rope that was slowly unraveling and slipping through my fingers...I was ready to crash and await a new day that would rise with the sunrise. But it was not time yet...and so, for peace of mind, I grabbed my camera desperately and rushed out side in hopes of something to save my sanity.

The second I stepped outside...raindrops splashed on my face and the thunderclouds rolled in.

“Great....”

But then I noticed a colorful splash of color on the horizon. It looked like an artist had poured hues of orange and red together in a colorful spread, it was stunning. I ran like a mad woman to the edge of the driveway to snap pictures quickly before the photo disappeared from my grasp. With one hand covering the lens from disastrous raindrops and the other busy with the camera, I had a moment of peace. Satisfied...I turned around to rush back into the house....and then I stopped in my tracks. A huge, double rainbow gleamed majestically above my house....stretching across the sunset lit sky like an imaginary dream come to life. I, of course, had to chase it down and catch it. So I ran...in the opposite direction. I ran as fast as I could, and before I knew it I had cleared 1/3 mile and run across three fields. I was now drenched, my hair was wind swept all over my face, my flipflops were practically mud cubes...but it was worth it.

I stood...the wind whipping across my face, slashing my clothing with its soft fingertips and curling it’s tentacles through every follicle of hair and every cell of bare skin. The rain softly sprinkled down...lining the trees and foliage with a light, velvety covering. The rainbow stretched across the horizon....the sunset gleamed like a bright miracle ready to fly as far as it can go.

God had given me the most inspiring, awe catching experience....and it made my entire day worth it.

Now as you all have noticed, my pictures on my blog have suddenly disappeared. That is because, I just discovered yesterday, I accidentally deleted them all. I can’t get them back. SO...stick with me for a few more days as I fish through the  never ending hole called ‘I-photo’ for my logo... *shudder*

Like the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud on the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness all around. Such was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the Lord. And when I saw it, I fell on my face, and I heard the voice of one speaking. – Ezekiel 1:28

The Perfect Summer Day

Today marked the first official day of summer. Not in calendar time, but in my time.

The sun was shining gloriously down, warming the air with a gentle kiss of its lips. The grass was glowing green, and seeping the summer fragrance that only grass can, it’s delicate, soft fingers pointing upwards to the Heavens. Pointing to its creator. It crunched slightly when you stepped on it, but instantly leaped back up with a cry of glee. The sky was a crystallized, shattering blue. Liquid perfection. It was the hue you could only imagine in the best daydream. A vivid, bursting color like a thousand tiny, blue diamonds sparkling in the sun. The clouds whispered by, long strands of wispy cotton balls suspended in the sky by an invisible thread.

It was a summer day. Adding to this was friends, family, and delicious barbecued chicken legs (really, what makes barbecue sauce so delicious?) We played Bache ball, Horse (the basketball game...although we renamed it ‘turtle’), and chased around the chickens while Sultan (our Rooster) puffed up like a blowfish and tried to peck us to death. It was a glorious!

And....today I saw my first butterfly.

How was everybody else's Sunday?

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. -Psalm 19:1

Leap Year Legacy

Leap years....they are as common as the Olympics, and much less exciting. Instead of watching people do tumbling tricks on a beam, we watch ourselves tumble into the unknown void of an extra day in the year...attempting to survive what 'leap year day' has in store for us. This year...it wasn't very good. At least, not for me.

My Leap Day:
Totaled my car
Had a very difficult day with skating (if you are an athlete...you will understand what I mean by 'difficult')
Got stuck in Jackson because the pass closed...

Bad day? Yes. Hallelujah for the sun melting the snow and Progressive...

It is amazing how happy a new month can make you. It is March, finally, and with new months, like new years, new resolutions leap into your life. I have decided that I will read 1 book a week (that is more than I have had the time to do lately... *shame*) and I will write at least 10 minutes a day. :)

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
-Romans 5:3

How was everybody's leap year? Any 'new month' resolutions? Leave them in a comment below!

Turducken Life

My life has become crazily busy, and so I have officially decided that my life has turned into a hunk of meat. Definition? Turducken.
I first heard of Turducken last year while reading an odd article. I thought it was a crazy idea. And what is a Turducken you ask? It is a chicken, stuffed in a duck, stuffed in a turkey.

That is my life. So many layers...so many choices...so much to do!

I have a confession...my book reading has crashed, as you can obviously tell. I think I signed myself up for a little too much this time, and so...following my sisters advice, I have decided to give myself two years to finish my books. Is it cheating? Slightly...but now I think I can actually succeed in the challenge I have set before me.

And so I must live in my Turducken life! Now that life is 'generally' slowing down I should be able to post more and start doing weekly assignments and inspiring quotes. Have a nice superbowl, and maybe just for fun...eat a Turducken while you watch the game.

Inspiration!

Weddings.......Christmas.......3 birthdays in two weeks.......
Those are my excuses for my lack of posting and book reading. Ahh priorities....

It's amazing how little things in your life can cause an explosion of inspiration. A special song, a cup of your favorite piping hot drink, a particular idea that blossoms in your mind and causes a wave of stories flowing out onto paper.

For me it is a mixture of things. Snow, Dorothy's Huckleberry White Hot Chocolate *sigh*, and...for this particular morning....chips and salsa.

I never knew huckleberry's, white chocolate, and chunks of tomato and cilantro could taste so good together.

Snow itself is an inspiration to almost anyone, I am sure. The sparkling pureness is just a landscape of stories in itself. You can make tracks in it....imprinting ideas forever...or you can just stare at the pure awe of something so cold...yet so perfect.

Weekly Assignment - Find things that inspire you!

Inspirational Bible Verses :

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope - Jeremiah 29:11

Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand - Isaiah 41:10

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you - Psalm 32:8

Thoughts from a God-loving girl

Dip your paintbrush in poetry and color my heart

Let the ripples of your love cascade through my soul

Sink your fatherly eyes into my pleading mind

Embrace me in your arms of peace and love

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear." 1 John 4:18

Look no further!

This morning held a small miracle in my life. I had just taken a shower, and my hair was in a nice wet mess. Now I am the kind of girl who, instead of curling and fixing my hair when I am annoyed with it, just sticks it up in a ponytail and leaves it for however long I wish. I happily skipped into the bathroom, opened the cupboard...and stared at the horror beneath me.

No hairties.

This is disaster in my life. Thick, frizzy, dripping wet hair and no hairties? Kill me now.

I went to the next step, look under the cupboard and the bathroom mat. I did. Nothing. I then desperately ran into my room, clinging onto the small string of hope that there would be a hairtie somewhere in my room, just waiting for me to grasp down and be happy once more. My string of hope snapped instantly.

15 minutes and a messy room later...I was still looking. Alas...no hairties. At this point I didn't even care about using the hairtie, I just had to win the challenge and find one. It is amazing how such small things in our lives become so important isn't it?

After a few more minutes of searching, my mind began to play scenarios in my head:
"Drive to town and buy some."
"Gas is way to pricey!"
"Well fine, improvise. Make one!"
"Yeah right...I have a better chance at not killing a plant."
"Fine...then don't use a hairtie."

The inward mind battle went on and on for a few moments. I finally, in a desperate moment, sat down on my bed and sent up a silent plea to the Lord. Yes that's right...I prayed to find a hairtie....and the Lord decided to help out. I sighed and looked down, and right next to my hand was a hairtie. It is incredible how, in just little things every day, the Lord shows his love for us.

I of course, am going to twist this some way or other to make it relate to writing. Don't I always? *sigh*.

Sometimes you just cannot find a way to write your story, no matter how hard you look. You run through every single place in your brain that you can find an idea, all of the boxes of information and inspirational thoughts....but nothing comes.

Sometimes you just have to lean on the Lord...after all, who are you writing the story for. Him, or the world?

The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one. Psalms 28:8

Christmas Already?

Is it possible? Christmas is almost here...already? Let's see if the necessary steps have been completed to allow Christmases passage:

Snow - Check!
Freezing Cold Air - Check!
The Feel Of Christmas - Check!
Eggnog - Check!
Christmas Music - Check!

Hmm....sounds like it is time! :) I have been listening to so much Christmas music, it is almost pathetic (not to mention all of the Christmasy treats and piping hot drinks that I have gulped down...) I guess I actually missed the Winter! (Shhh! Don't tell anyone!)

Here is a song to listen to while you enjoy the Holidays!
Jingle Bells (AFRS Rehearsal) - Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters

(Or listen to Pandora Classical Christmas Station!)

Yay for Christmas!!!

Note:
My challenge is going awesome! I am currently reading 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'...although I am not enjoying it as much as I did when I was ten :P

Snow!

I was just waking up...my eyes groggy from both lack of sleep and concentration from the night before. I had been up late studying...and as I woke my eyebrows once again ruffled in concentration as I attempted to figure something out. I could sense something, What? I wasn't sure. I stretched slowly...my fingertips reaching for the ceiling, my imagination swirling. My mind imagined my arms stretching and stretching until they landed on the stars beyond. But still...I was awake...and something wasn't right.

You know those mornings when you wake up...and you can just tell that something has changed? Maybe your wheelbarrow has tipped out of it's rut for the morning...and you have to rush to put it back. The wheels in my mind started to turn...slowly and creakily, as they always do in the morning. I sniffed a little, and then rubbed my arms. The lighting was different...and it was cold. Too cold. My room, the furnace of the house, has always been unnaturally warm. No matter what I try to do, I always feel as if I am baking alive in my own living quarters.

But today was different. Thing's are NEVER different.

I rubbed my eyes wearily, noticing that yet another mystery had come to haunt me and force my numb mind to think. I gazed at my limp curtains...and then I knew what was different. The light WAS different...it was white, the sun rays brighter than usual. A feel in the air seemed to spill through the windows like a faucet accidentally left on. Snow.

The word took a few minutes to register in my mind. I sat staring...wondering if I was hallucinating, or if my eyes were just fogged up themselves and that the snow outside was just my mind freezing over. But I knew it wasn't true. There was something else in the air. Horror.

Now now...you may be wondering WHY horror would be in the air when such a magnificent thing has come to pass....but the explanation is simple. The rest of the valley doesn't want snow. They us excuses like 'not yet!' or 'it's only November!'...but alas...their dreams had been shattered, and the broken pieces had been glued back together and shoved into my 'dream slot'...filling all of my dreams completely.

I could sense the wailing 'NO!'s and the 'WHY!'s....they were leaking from town to me, but nothing could dampen my spirit. It was SNOW!

Now I would love to say that I rushed outside in my fuzzy boots and scarf, snapped pictures of everything that came into sight, and did snow angels until there wasn't an inch left in the yard...but alas, I can not. Sadly I had responsible things to do. (sigh...I can't believe responsibility would DARE intrude on such a beautiful snow day...)

But nevertheless! SNOW IS HERE!

Here is one of my FAVORITE bible verses...yes I have already posted it on this blog, but I just thought I would share it again.


Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem! Praise your God, O Zion! He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes. He casts forth His ice as fragments, Who can stand before His cold? He sends forth His word and melts them. He causes His wind to blow and the waters to flow.

Psalm 147:12-18

Thank you Lord for creating this beautiful thing...it is just another way you share your majesty! :)


Update:
The Challenge:
Books To Go : 327.5
Days To Go : 351

Hidden books waiting to pounce....

Little did I realize, that when I counted all of my books, I forgot to include the books inside of books. Yup, that's right. They are hidden, the dark pages camouflaging their every move, their slinky thoughts coiled up just waiting to pounce at the right moment. The books like these are few in number, but very deadly. They look so innocent on the outside, but on the inside it is a pit of death just waiting swallow you whole...

Ok, enough Alfred Hitchcock writing...let me explain. I counted 330 books lined on my shelves, and I allowed myself 365 days to read them. Difficult? Yes. Durable? Of course. Until I realized something. A few of my books have several volumes IN them. That's right. I have one volume (I counted it as one book) that has seven Jane Austen books inside. And it only counts as one of my 330 books!

This challenge is seeming to become more difficult every day. On the bright side however, the side effects of must-read-books syndrome is beginning to hit! So far my symptoms include:

Random thoughts of the book I am reading.
Itchy fingers for the bindings.
I have to read before I go to bed or else I can't sleep.

Yay! Finally! Took long enough for it to come.

I feel as if I need to inspire some writerish thoughts out there! I have been slowly trying to incorporate 'weekly assignments' back into my posts...but alas, my life is hectic! (Hey...you try helping a dog give birth to puppies, driving an hour (each way) for a dentist appointment, babysitting your nephew, AND having an interview for a job (I got the job!) all within 7 hours after only getting 5 hours of sleep. Yeah I thought so...)

So I have decided to do something new! YOU readers, whoever you are, are going to assign the weekly assignments! Either email me or reply to this post, and then depending on how many replies I get, those will be the assignments for the next few weeks (Hopefully...just long enough for me to get my life back in order!)

Until we meet again! I look forward to seeing your fabulous ideas! Ciao!

Books To Go : 328.5
Days To Go : 354

Weed....

I have discovered something that is quite horrifying. I have this odd thing sticking out of my head. It just sits there, all day. Sometimes it gets defensive, frizzy, and attacks my face...other times it is just so weak it sits limply and does absolutely nothing. Useless thing. I have decided to name it 'weed'...two feet of absolute misery.

The real name?
Hair.

That's right, my hair is my weed, my 'crowning glory' of pure annoying. What do I plan to do about it? Heehee...get ready hair, scissors are coming...

Sadly...I have quite a debate going on whether or not I should cut my 'golden locks of dread.' What do you guys think?

As for my book reading, well? What can I say....

I've finished half a book...

I know! Don't scold... it takes time to get into 'read books!' stage...but as soon as I am there they will be piling up in the 'done!' pile. :)

Books To Go : 329.5
Days To Go : 361


I found this picture, and I thought you would enjoy it.... (credit - click here)

The challenge...

I have decided to challenge myself with a difficult yet full filling task. Yes, it may end in papercuts, tears, and a small bit of hair-pulling...but in the end it will be worth it. Right? Right...

The Challenge: Read every single book that has ever passed through my room doors...in a year. 330 books. 365 days. This...will be interesting.

The Challengee: A girl who has decided to do this slightly interesting, slightly idiotic thing. The point? None whatsoever.

The starting point: Book 001 - Fablehaven by Brandon Mull.

Wish Me Luck.... :) I will need it.

Books To Go : 330
Days To Go : 365

Let the countdown begin!

Books Books and more Books

Now it is only natural that because this is a writing blog, I must mention books.
I love them. The crisp pages, the colorful bindings shining like a rainbow on the shelves...books are beautiful.

And then I realized how many I have....

330 books are crowded onto two tiny bookshelves. Lined up like mini soldiers in perfect formation...just waiting for my cool fingertips to grasp their thick and expecting covers and start the adventure awaiting within. Yes yes...many people have more books, but still...I'm not even an adult...and I ALREADY have 330 books? Imagine how many I will have when I am 80. *shudder*

Weekly assignment - (Yes weekly assignments have been...well, slightly invisible lately. But here it goes!)
I think it would be fun for YOU to count YOUR books. It is fun...and always adventurous too see how many novels you have gathered throughout the years. :)

Small note!

I almost wonder if that is how it is with the Lord. There are so many people in the world (like the books on my shelves.) I mean billions of people, and yet he loves every single one of us. We are all precious to him...even though most of us have stories that we are not proud of at all....and yet, he STILL loves us.

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. - Romans 5:8

It's official. I've gone crazy. Of course, I guess this is typical for a somewhat insane family...but still, I thought I could last a little longer.

After sitting in this lumpy chair for several hours and writing 6 essays, I am insane! It's September...not even FROST season yet, and here I am listening to Christmas music and thinking about twinkle lights (either thinking about them, or I am seeing stars from lack of sleep...)

I want Christmas! Snow...candycanes...jollyness! It just sounds so pleasant. Doesn't it? Oh right, I forgot, it's STILL September.

Sigh...A winter-loving-girl stuck in a non-winter-loving-world. (yes depressing right? So dramatic) :)

Winter will come! And hopefully along with it I will actually stop being responsible and ignore school long enough to AT LEAST write one post a weekish :) Who knows! Miracles happen right?

The stork is on its final approach

After seconds of holding our breath, minutes of jumping up and down excitedly, and nine long, terrible months of waiting....it is time.
At 3:30 this morning the phone rang. I heard my mom scrambling like only moms can, and then the ringing stopped and I heard her talking. The very second I heard it answered, I leaped out of bed, muttering to myself that it was time, hurriedly got dressed, and ran to the kitchen. As soon as I entered I couldn't help my mouth blurting out in a half-yell 'IS BETH IN LABOR!"
The answer was YES.
I of course, being inexperienced at this whole thing, expected us to only have time to brush our teeth and then rush to the hospital quicker than you can say 'The stork is here!' or 'push!' Sadly my mom calmly explained that we would leave in the morning.
I have never had more trouble falling asleep in my life.
When I DID wake up, at 7:30, it was a rush of getting changed, trying not to look like a dead zombie, shoving fruit into a blender and hoping it doesn't get clogged, and running your body with a 4-hours-of-sleep brain. It didn't go so well...but ahh, here I am in the hospital waiting for the little bundle of nephewness to be popped right out and stuck into my sisters arms.
My brother and I, of course, felt it was our aunt and uncle - ly duties to take a picture of how excited we were on the way to the hospital. First, we had to harbor our joy and do a normal smiling picture.

Do we look tired? Not at ALL right? (Play along....)

And then to our joyful hearts, we did a picture expressing our TRUE feelings. I think that the picture of our real mood will tell you what an exciting and --->
brilliantly adorable day this is going to become. :) <----Smiley face!

BUT....one question....

WHAT IS LABOR WITHOUT STUFFED PUPPY DOGS?

Exactly.....it doesn't count unless a puppy dog in involved. I must say, my dearest sister ( look at her blog here ) and I will have quite the competition going on so we can decide who is the most doting aunt. As of right now, I am winning (that's right Nadine!) Back on track...yes I did buy little Levi Ray a stuffed dog, and it is CUTE.

All in all...it will be born soon!  I can't wait! When the stork lands on the runway...there will be an aunt (or an ant...I am black and slimy (not really)) waiting anxiously to take the baby to baggage claim....yup...that makes no sense, but I have no end to this post. So...
 THE END! (Theme song!)

Christmas Shopping?

The weather has tricked my brain. It was beautifully sunny, heat beaming down like a giant flashlight...when suddenly it rained and rained and rained...for a week or more. That feels like spring...but it is SUMMER. That is when it started its backward trip. It started hailing, back-peddling to may....and then SNOW! Yes...snow in June! It had reached December, and my brain, along with it, had reached shopping for Christmas. All I can say is that I now have an entire list of what I am getting my family!

Ho Ho Ho and a Merry Juneness!