never!!!
02.26.04 (9:50 am) [edit]hey, i'm not blogging today during bcis much. we're supposedly starting a new section-access-oh boy. but once again our teacher has gone awol. not only that, i have two personal e-mails to reply to! i feel so loved! i think my junior research paper turned out fine, and i did terrific on my oral spanish grade, for those that have been watching me go crazy in anticipation of those two things. i think i have finally caught up in my school work from missing last friday...just in time to get behind again, as i will be gone tomorrow for a tourney once again. i'm suposed to be playing dubs with this girl-jenn- that i haven't dubs with in over a year. o ya, we'll do great. i just pray coach realizes the fact that we haven't played together in a while and doesn't just take this one test and be like "nope, they don't play well together." and not let me play this season. cause if i don't play, i don't play at all. i'm not sitting on the bench anymore. i may try go to see passion of the Christ tonight since i don't have to do homework, or saturday evening. have to see what tickets are left. i really don't want to go by myself, cause i'll have to get to the theater early so i can get a good set, but i don't want to stand in that line by myself. greg seems to want to go again. he said the movie left him speechless, and that's quite a feat if you've been around greg for more than 2 seconds. :wink: (to greg :arrow: *hug*) i also would like to paper mache a table this saturday for the prayer room...if you'd like to get messy with me saturday, apply by calling me, e-mailing me, or iming me....i am probably one of the most contactable people i know. lol.
ok, time to listen. later. God bless!
:D
02.24.04 (11:41 am) [edit]well, tuesday, tuesday, tuesday. how art thou? i art terrific. well, brain dead, but that's ok. had to take the dumb taks today. the one that actually counts. i think i did alright. essay prompt was "write an essay describing the importance of accepting others as they are". if you know me at all, you know that if i see someone on a downward spiral, i come the rescue, and suggest change, so i had no personal story to write this time. i was puzzled on what to write for about 20 mins. but i ended up writting about a nameless teenage pregnant girl. no really, i didn't give her name, not sheilding someone's name. *shrugs* only thing i could think of. i really don't have anything to blog about today.
you know what? there is a 100% chance of rain today. i thought that was kinda funny. 100% chance...why not "it's just gonna rain"? got me.
i think this class is over in like 2 minutes, so i'm going to leave you with a paraphrased quote from henery thoreau... "aim for for your dreams. live the life you dream of." God bless.
prayer in medicine
02.22.04 (8:38 am) [edit]yes, i know, it's sunday morning, and should be off getting ready for church now, but i am just digusted by what just popped across my tv screen. the lil section in the show was about prayer in the medical field, so naturally i was interested since those are two of my favorite topics. i was chilling, and watching, and loving the fact there are people who are not afraid to blend faith and science. then they brought some yahoo on. the interviewer guy said that a praying physician described his praying for patients before he goes back to do surgery on them as a "ministry". the interviewer then asked the interviewee, "what do you think about the use of that word, 'ministry'?" the meanie head guy responded quite rudely, "if he wants to minister he should join the clergy." :shock: oh no no no no, my friend. just because someone prays does not make him clergy at all, it just says he has faith. ministring is a great word to use too, since the physician is putting himself out there for anyone to ridicule, and probably speaking volumes to those that come through his ward unsaved. (the physician asks the patients if they would like to be prayed for, of course.) in a life or death situation-like surgery- it is more than appropriate to pray. personally, i'd be worried if my surgeon didn't pray at least in his own privacy for the surgery, and God's guidance for himself. prayer itself is the greatest medicine of all. what else can cure the uncurable, and save the unsavable all at the same time? now, that's a toughie :wink:
well, i do supose it is time for me to scurry off to my sunday morning rutine, and maybe read a lil more into what i'm giving my sunday school lesson over today. (yup, i got picked to do the lesson this morning for my peers.) i think i'm going to do it over unity, since it seems our youth group needs that sermon right now, but i do hope God speaks through me, cause i know if i speak, then i'll be sure to get someone a lil angry. yes, it's a touchie subject right now, but i think it needs to be said. but i'm still asking God if my subject's ok. if not, i have a back up plan provided by mr. ice. really, i don't even know if i will be teaching today or not, since mr. ice gave me the assignment, and i'm not sure if he's still our teacher. i hope, no pray, that i don't end up sounding like i'm lecturing either...ya i'm a lil scared...could ya tell? lol
well, i really am going now. good bye. God bless ya all!
well then...
02.18.04 (10:24 am) [edit]i was troubled the other day by a comment from one of my fellow tennis team mates. he asked me if i hated him. i don't know about you, but i don't get asked that everyday, so i promptly replied with of course not! and asked him why he thought i hated him. he couldn't put a finger on it. i am quite perplexed. i think it's this mutal understood wall. you know. where you know a person is there, and see this person on a regular basis. you say hi occasionally as you pass in the hall, but never have a good in depth conversation. you even have alot of the same friends, but just don't converse much. i think that mutual you-won't-talk-tome-so-i- won't-talk-to-you wall is there. i really don't hate people. well, ok, i am still bitter at one paticular person, which i think is boarderline hate. if you feel a wall between you and i, and i do have personal contact with ya on a regular basis, do tell, and we will see what we can do about this.
do you know what disgusts me? the guys on the computers next to me are sick-o perves. that's what. they're sitting at the computer watching half naked computer graphic girls dance on their screen. gross. and they're computer generated too! how low can you go? that's pretty low right there.
well, i'm in the process of cleaning up my blocked addresses list on my mail, so i can block more annoying spamers. sorry so short, and boring. love ya'll! God bless!
re-blog-a house divided
02.17.04 (5:08 pm) [edit]well, i deleted what i wrote yesterday. my mom came to me last night before i went to sleep, and informed me that i was to delete it pronto. being the typical rebelious teen. i just kinda stared at her till she went away, so i wouldn't have to face possibly breaking a promise. but i looked at it again today, and she's right. it looked too much like the gossip column in a high school newspaper, and as i've said before, i do not wish to spread rumors, and gossip, only facts. so, here i am again, to present the lesson learned from our mistakes, and only the lesson.
sometimes people within a church disagree, and cause division amongst the church's brothers and sisters. God did not call us to be divided on such petty things. new denominations have been created over the argument about whose roast was better-i know that for a fact. we are all under one umbrella-Christ's church umbrella. we all have the same goals- 1) get to heaven, 2) show as many others how to get to heaven as possible before our time runs out. all Christians need to ban together under one banner and the party started. we shouldn't have serperate denominations because someone thinks in baptism you should be sprinkled, while another poured, and another dunked. it just matters that you were baptized. instead we let silly, petty things pit us against each other, when the real enemy is not inside our own brothers and sisters, it is outside the church entirely. a wise man once sad a house divided against itself cannot fight the good fight. we are blinded to the fact that we are fighting the wrong battles because we are too busy trying to set everyone on our side straight. we tend to forget that there is a spiritual war going on our own front porch for our very souls. not just ours either, but our best friend's, our parents', our siblings'... everyone's soul.
well, almost time to get dinner started later.
short, short, short
02.12.04 (9:40 am) [edit]well kids, today i am not blogging. i am taking today out to work on my actual site, which by the way is here [url=]http://www.angelfire.com/frea... just a few short things though...
a. welcome to the class of 2005, kenny (he's opted to be a graduating junior)
b. i know have 9 1/2 toe nails (broken nail popped off last night in the shower)
that's all for today. check the site out ya'll...it's awesome, AND being uPdAtEd!! yippie!
later. God bless!
liberal mother
02.10.04 (1:18 pm) [edit]hello again. i am now in anatomy, but we have a sub, and nothing to do, so i thought i'd blog again, just for kicks and giggles. no actually, there is more on my mind today. last night i'm in the bathroom getting ready for my shower when my mom walks in. we start talking...naturally. (if you know me at all, you would know my current issue on life-dating. for those of you who don't know me/know issue, i'm not dating till further notice by Big Guy Upstairs, since He requested so.) my mom just bursts out with, "you need to start dating again." i don't really say much, but "uh...no" but inside i'm thinking why in the world would my MOTHER want me to date?! i mean, aren't mothers supposed to be the ones that want to keep you as a child as long as possible, and here she is "you need to date again." it just sounds ridiculous to me. she said that when i get married, i'll look back and think i've missed something. i beg to differ. from the dating i've done, i have not missed it. i mean, ya, i've liked to have been "offical" with a few guys since i made my promise to God and myself, but being friends is just fine for me. occasionally those friendships are almost like a boyfriend/girlfriend dealio but without all the physical stuff, and "i love you"'s, and jumping up to serve the other's every need- which just is not needed in any pre-marital relationship i have come to find to be of my opinion. i am probably looking like i have broken my promise, and have had a boyfriend. no, i promise, i haven't. just those special friendships i've spoken of immediatly above...i don't know how to explain them. they are just so special. except that they are just like having a girl best-bud, but your pal is a guy. not that much different. we watch each other's back and hang out one-on-one, which is commonly mistaken for a date, but is not. i have proven, guys and girls CAN be just friends. and best friends at that. after claiming i will have missed something by not dating, i responded that the point of dating is to find someone to marry, and that i am not aiming to get hitched any time soon. well, then my mom came back with that dating now is to know what you want. i think i know what kind of people i can deal with, and what kind i can't. the kind i can live with, and the kind i can't. the kind i could be around 24/7 for a long time and be cool with, and the kind that i can work stuff out with, and trust. besides, God will guide my choice. actually, i'd rather have no hand in it at all-less room for mistakes if He decides for me right :wink: .
well, class is almost over...time to go play tennis in the cold. yippie *sarcasm* later ya'll God bless!
music
02.10.04 (10:10 am) [edit]hehe, i've been waiting for you...well, to write here today anyway. i probably could have last night because i had almost no homework (4 spanish sentences to write) but instead i decided to watch beethoven-the movie about the big saint bernard- instead 0:-) then i had to make for sugar glider ice cream for simeon, since we were out, but now are nicely stocked, thanks to yours truely. *gasp* bria cooked! yes, my friend, i boiled an egg, and i didn't burn down my house. this is a moment worth remembering. *tear* not. anyway, to the topic of today.
i was driving down the road on friday afternoon...i don't even remember why i was out that direction, but i was. anyway, that's not the point. as usual, i had a cd in...i think i had mercy me in at that point, and again, as usual i was singing along with every fiber of lung i have. i pulled up to a stop light and i stopped next to this white pick up. some guy was in the driver's seat, and some girl next to him, so i glanced over at the truck and there the guy was pointing and laughing at me, and my singing! shesh. we all know he sings when there's no one in his truck too, so why in the world was he laughing at me?! don't point the finger when you are in the seat, because you will be there at times as well, remember that. just makes no since to me, what-so-ever.
when i left this weekend, i forgot to pack my cd's so yes, i coud sing along. hehe. my sister's cds got prevalence on the trip instead. i never relized how much i depend on my music to keep me lifted up spritually. i almost went crazy listening to s club 7 the entire way to wichita falls, while in the town, and back. and not only because it was nastiness pop music, but because the music lyrics were not uplifting. after experiencing one weekend without my music, i doubt i could last a week without Christian music. so, thanks to those of you who make Christian music. you guys and your music are a true blessing; keep up the good work. to those Christians that haven't made the commitment to switch from secular to Christian music. it really can make a difference in your walk on the narrow path. scout's honor.
well, i have one of those dumb m&m counting projects that you've done every year since kindergarten to attend to for bcis. will ttyl. God bless you!
career classes/essays
02.06.04 (9:55 am) [edit]well, today i have a bone to pick with the school, and some of the teachers in this prison. do you know what this school district is trying to do?! phase out career classes! like all the health occupation classes, and welding, and probably ag too, and landscaping and interior design, and apparel! who would be the same without landscaping class! seriosly though, this is a major problem in my opinion. i mean, we go to school so we can one day have a career and be succesful at it, so why are they taking away those classes that help push us along our career paths? is that not what we go to school for? like i said, it's just my opinion, and i supose mine is biased since i'm in said health occupation courses, or have taken them. well, i've gotten in my two bits about that issue. on to the next issue :D the dud has desided to assign an in-class ap style essay on the very day everyone in the class but one person will be gone for valentine showtime! is that not the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?! and it's not just my class either....there are 3 other classes that day, all filled with other students participating in valentine showtime as well. shesh. oh well. i've picked my bones for today.
the announcements just said there is going to be a collection of cards going to mrs. allred....anyone know what's wrong with her? be praying for her anyway. even healthy people need prayers!
guess what i get to do tonight....i'm going to a concert! yippie! seven places it is...never heard 'em myself, but i jump at the chance to a) get out of the house for once of friday night, and b) go to a concert! whoop whoop!
be praying for the tennis team as well....they in san antonio for a tournie this weekend...and me...but i'll be in wichta falls instead. lol. oh well, i'll go on the next team trip. :D
sorry the blog is so scatter brained and not very well organzied today. you'll forgive me right? God bless ya'll anyway.
play the game, breath the game, live the game
02.04.04 (10:37 am) [edit]hi ya! this is going to be interesting. i hope you're in the mood for anithesis :wink: i was playing stacen on monday during practice, and i came up with a list of things i hate about tennis, so here it goes:
i hate it when players hit drop shot, after drop shot.
i hate it when players hit nothing but lobs.
i hate those feeder serves.
i hate it when the net tape gets in the way of my awesome shot time, and time again.
come to think of it, i hate missing in the net period
can't stand to miss the ball wide either
i hate it when i miss all my shots by ________ <-- that much>
i hate it when my opponent makes all their shots by ________ <-- that much. >
i hate playing matches on off days
i do not enjoy coaches that only have negative things to say
i don't like having no close friends on the team
i don't like the people i meet at tournies either-they tend to be rich brats
i hate cheap-o aleta balls (if you would like to fix this, please donate to the cooper tennis fund, so we can afford real tennis balls)
i hate hitting with flat balls (again, see above)
i hate playing my friends
i hate playing my team mates
i hate it when my water gets warm
i hate it when my water spills all over the court
i hate it when my water spills all over ME!
i hate running sweet 16s times 5
i hate running cougar miles
i hate doing pylometrics (or however its spelled)
i hate doing push ups, lunges, jump ropes, supermans, and gazillions of crunches.
i hate drilling
i hate playing people that don't care
i hate beating people that aren't any good
i hate losing to people i've beaten before
i hate losing to people that are so good they squash me
i hate it when people don't have enough respect for me, or our match to remember the score
i hate playing in the wind
i hate playing when its 15 degrees
i hate playing when its 115 degrees too (done both thank you)
i hate playing cheaters
i hate playing people with bad attitudes
but you know what? despite all those things i hate, my love for the game conquers, overrides, and cancels out all that hate.
i love the competition.
i love the reasoning behind the game.
i love the game because it is the only sport that takes you away from your team, and has you comment on your own, with no help, for your team.
i love getting to meet new people every time i play.
i love the feel of a raquet in my hand.
i love the feeling after you win a really tough match.
i love to be able to come off the court defeated, but know i learned a valuable lesson from the match.
i love when i make a new friend while at court.
i love the feeling when you know you've just hit a winner.
i love the feeling when i know the technique of the shot i just hit looked perfect from the sidelines.
i love playing for an audience
i love having my team cheer me on.
i love coming out on top of a match that was emotionally trying-like playing a cheater, one that just doesn't care, or imagined cirsumstances.
i love to feel the smack of an ace off my serve.
i love the rush of excitment when i high tail it the net.
i love to pray for the safety of the players.
i love analyzing a match just after playing, when the memory, emotions, and sweat are still running high
i love the feel of a beautiful stroke.
i love the feeling when i run down a shot my opponet thought was a winner *BWAHAHAHA*
i love shaking hands at the end of a match, sweat dripping off our hands, after a match everyone had playing and watching.
i love walking up to the net trying to surpress a huge grin when i win.
i just plain love this game!
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02.02.04 (10:03 am) [edit]hi ya! this entire weekend i was thinking of awesome things to talk about today, but you know what? all that thinking has done nothing for me or you, since i can't remember any of those topics :oops: oh well. i'll just tell you about my weekend, but before that, a little comment on groundhog day. one of my classmates just suggested we just shoot the little groundhog, what-ya-call-it phil. since he can't see his shadow when he's dead, you know. i thought that was funny. i really hope you people that don't know me personally think i'm super pessimistic or something. i really not...promise. what humor i do employ tends to be sarcastic. once i met this one guy, tyler actually, and he couldn't hardly figure out who i really was for all my sarcasm. anyway...to my weekend. i spend my friday night at tennis ref school. isn't that exciting? soon as i get my license, friend at court (rule book) and the shirt by the mail, i get to start working tournies. seven bucks an hour, baby. o ya. 8) i'm going to have to invest in some khaki pants though. i don't own one single pair...but what girl wears khakies anyway? not this one, that's for certain. then on saturday i shook myself awake at 7:30 a.m. to go get me two extra credit points on this six weeks physics grade. :D that makes me happy. like this-- :D :D :D then afterwards, i got to start on my long awaited project...the prayer room! woop woop! ok, so i didn't do too much, i swept out all the cob webs, and the the swept all that yick off the floor and out the door. i discovered that the floor of that thing is made of wood so i can't just spray the inside down with the water hose like i wanted to, so i thought, "i'll just scrub it with a bucket and a sponge instead!" now i'm thinking no. i have to patch a hole in the wall before i can do anything anyway. its about the size of my fist, which isn't that big, mind you. but still. i was thinking i would put some tag board in the center of the hole, then borrow this plaster stuff my grandma used to fill the lil holes in our walls when we moved in. then just keep making sandwiches out of it...tag board being the bread, and plaster stuff being the middle pb and j or whatever. then of course, when all that is filling the hole, put some trusty duc tape on the outside. 8) i'm gonna leave the outside as it is now...chipped paint and all...minus the hole in the wall, since it goes all the way through. but i am going to repaint the inside...even though that will take alot of work. since its wood, i'll have to use this special paint, and trust me, no amatures allowed with this kind of paint. i am no amature thank you. i've used it before...me and my grandma painted the entire house's floor runners, and door frames with the junk thank you.
well, i must do this assignment now. it requires my full attention. ttyl. God bless!
