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Friday, November 28, 2008

It's called Thanksgiving, not Turkey Day.

So when I wrote this I wasn't thinking I'd be posting it on the blog. Lizzie read it and said that I had to post it so there ya go. :P
The following is VERY long a perhaps boring, feel free not to read it, and there will be no need for applause at the end. (:P @ Jessica)

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Thanksgiving. It's the only holiday in which gluttony is considered part of the observing the special day. Really though, it's not about food, just look at its name. Thanksgiving may cause us to think about turkey, but it honestly doesn't have the word turkey in it anywhere. 'Thanks' is a expression of gratitude, 'thanksgiving' is the act of giving thanks, so thanksgiving is a day for giving out of 'expressions of gratitude'.
So, who do we give these expressions of gratitude? Probably, the host(ess) of the thanksgiving lunch, and all the people who helped cook all the food. Special thanks may go to the person(s) who cooked that delicious turkey. If any members of your party are Christians, or even simply go to church, or really, if anyone is not an atheist, someone will pray before you eat (or maybe if they forget, after a bite or so) and thank God for the food, friends and family. Perhaps later, your party may take turns telling about what they're thankful for. Everyone says friends and family (duh, no one wants anyone else to think they're not grateful for that) Christians will say they are thankful for their God, who saved them. Probably everyone will think of something they're thankful for, that they'd rather not say. Kids, who don't really think about stuff like that might repeat what a parent said. After that, everyone is glad that's over; now they can eat the rest of the day and not feel ungrateful.

I admit, last year I was one of those kids. I never asked myself what I was thankful for, I just wanted food. (Thanksgiving! Mmm... turkey day) Then when I was asked by some one else, I just repeated my parents. The only thing on my mind was drumsticks and dessert.
This year was different. Very different. First of all the day I described above didn't happen. But I'll get to that later. Also, this year I asked my self the question, 'what am I thankful for?' This is to answer that question.

In order to understand what I'm thankful for, you must understand how my year went. I said it was different, and it was. A lot happened that I never dreamed of in the year before.

Only a month after I couldn't think for myself on what I was thankful for, I got sick. Just a few days before Christmas. It was the sickest I've been in a long, long time. I remember falling asleep on the bathroom floor, because I was too dizzy and tired to make it back to bed. I was still sick when the family came for Christmas. No delicious turkey for me. I was only a little better on Christmas day. Nevertheless, there was something about it that made it a very good Christmas for me. Perhaps it was simply because the worldly part of Christmas was taken away (no food and I couldn't properly enjoy the opening of gifts). All I was left with was the Christmas spirit.

Occasionally, during the basketball season, my sister, brother, dad and I would take the time to cheer for the Raleigh Hawks, the team my swim Coach coached. We were the only people who went to the games regularly, but didn't have family on the team. I took a small amount of pride in that. I thoroughly enjoyed these games, and took a boatload of pictures with my Canon Rebel XTi.

March was the East Coast Homeschool Basketball Championships. I imagine it was 'East Coast' because it was hosted on the east coast. Liberty University in Lynchburg Virginia to be exact. Any homeschool team in America could compete in the championship. I was thrilled when my dad decided to drive nearly 5 hours to watch two games, (the championship games for JV and Varsity) and then drive 5 hours back again. We arrived in the enormous court just in time to see our JV boys lose, and get second. It didn't take me long to realize, second means there was only one team better then us in the whole competition. After a couple hours break, it was the Varsity boys' turn. It was a amazing game. They were tied nearly the whole time, but our boys pulled it out, winning by 2 points in overtime. The best of the best. I was enthralled.

Not at all long after, the baseball season officially cranked up. Coached by the same coach of those awesome basketball guys. Even several of those guys played baseball as well. The teams' name was Raleigh Hawks too. This though, was a bit different, because my younger (but not smaller) brother started playing on the middle school team. I was pleased with this because it meant I could go to all the games... and I did. I tried to savor them, enjoy every minute, and capture the great times with photos and dairy entries. Still, the season swept by quickly leaving me suddenly depressed, and wondering where it had gone.

Sometime in the middle of the baseball season, NRCA's Beauty and the Beast snuck up on us unprepared. Somehow, we managed to get tickets, and after a baseball game, a small group of us headed over early to try and save good seats for a few more people. We arrived early, but too late for good seats. We sat in the very, very back. The rest of our party arrived a few minutes after the performance was supposed to begin, and after we were threatened with having our saved seats taken away for other people if they did not come soon. Fortunately, they were running late, and started just after the rest of our group came. The show was absolutely incredible, even with the bad seats. It was all worth it.

Two years ago, I was thrilled to see one of my ultimate favorite books hit the big screen. C. S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. since then I counted the days for the second book out of seven to also come to theaters. May 16th was the day Prince Caspian premiered, and I was going to begin to see it within the very first few minutes of that day. I didn't, however think I would see it with friends, though I wished I could. It was last minute, as it is often, but there we were, goofing off in the near-empty theater, and hallway until midnight. I had so much adrenalin I couldn't contain myself. Then again, I didn't exactly try.

Ever since the beginning of the year, North Carolina had been in a drought. Because of this, a law was passed that owners of pools may only open their pools if there was water already in the pool, or if they had a well. Coach, the coach of the basketball, baseball and swim teams owns a out door pool, where we have our summer meets. It had no water in it and there was no well. Or any money for a well. So our summer pool did not open. Instead, we swam inside, as we did over winter, and was always the away team in our meets.

Not only did we swim indoors, we swam long course (50 meters a lap instead of 25) two days of the three our team practiced. I absolutely hated long course. With a burning and undying passion. Because of that I began to hate swim practice. I lived for meets and water polo. Water polo became my passion, a reason to go through with the week. I began to love it even more than I hated long course.

In the middle of these strange changes, the play "Annie" which we'd been working on for some eight months sprang up on us. (plays have a way of doing that) we hadn't even run all the way through on production day. Since there was two performances, the first was like our dress rehearsal. Surprisingly, (but then again, not really) both went rather well. Still, I was glad for not having a main role.

July rolled around. Slowly.
I had turned fifteen in May, and was rather annoyed with myself for still not having taken Driver's Ed. I wanted to do it with people I knew. So when the opportunity came to take it with three other people, I took it. Even though the class was at a high school, so I'd be one of very few homeschoolers, I figured it'd be okay. I'm still not sure if I was right or wrong. On one hand I learned how to drive properly, and had a bit of fun with my friends. I also built a considerable amount of character. It was definitely a experience. On the other hand.... I got headaches almost every day from sitting in front of the computer for so long, the teacher wasn't especially good or nice, and my mind was numb by the end from forcing so much boring information in it. It definitely could have been better.

Now I had been taking private flute lessons for four years, and known of the Lighthouse Christian Homeschool Band for nearly just as long. Mum and Dad seemed to want me to join, but I felt that it was too much of a unknown. I simply didn't know enough about the particular band, or even being in a band in general.

During the baseball season I met the director of the wind ensemble. When he heard of how long I had been playing he told me that he thought I should be good enough to make it.
In my opinion, that suddenly made the band so much less of a unknown. I began to seriously consider trying out. There was one not-so-slight problem. Band Practices were on Monday and Wednesday, and the Wednesday practice conflicted with water polo. Thinking maybe I could skip out on Wednesday every so often in order to play water polo, I tried out, making second and also last chair.

After the first band practice I realized what a bad idea it was to try and play water polo, even only so often. Every Wednesday since, I've showed up at that church where we practice, at least five minutes early. With a undying longing to play water polo inside.
It's not that I don't love band, if I didn't, I could just quit. But I haven't, because I do love it. I just wish that somehow I could do both.

It didn't seem like very long after Annie until theatre started again. This time we were doing "Oklahoma!" I tried out for the part of Laurey, knowing I wouldn't get it, and was not surprised. Nevertheless, I took the time to learn the monologue and song, and then I got stressed because I'm a perfectionist.

With the stress of everything that was happening, I could hardly concentrate on my projects for the NC State Fair. Before I knew it, I was rushing, and didn't finish all that I wanted to enter. I ended up with seven entries. I was very pleased when out of those seven, four won first and one won second. Wining a considerable amount of money.

A very short baseball season followed. My brother practiced but didn't play with the team, and we went to all the games.

Then basketball season started, and both my brothers joined the team. As the first game came up I realized a problem. A considerable amount of games are on Tuesday nights. Theatre is on Tuesday nights. Last year everything seemed to fit together like a puzzle. This year? Not so much. Now I was really glad I didn't get a main role; it wouldn't be so bad when I missed a few rehearsals. I skipped theatre to go to the first two games of the season on Tuesday.

NRCA's production of "It's a Wonderful Life" didn't sneak up us. Who am I kidding? Really, it certainly did. We bought our tickets at the door.
There was a guy I knew who was playing the lead role George Bailey. I was rather looking forward to seeing him play the crazy character. Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I read the playbill, which declared that he would be playing George in the night show. Not the one I was at already. I thoroughly enjoyed the show, but couldn't get over that minor detail. We came back that night just to see the guy I knew play George. I actually enjoyed it more than the first time.

The day before "It's a Wonderful Life" we noticed that my cat, Shadow was acting strange. She was refusing to eat and just sitting around. We tried to figure it out, but when nothing changed we took her to the hospital. She has kidney failure. The doctor's figured there was nothing we could really do, and hinted that we might be wasting our money. Somehow, she got better. Well, enough to come home. It was honestly nothing short of a miracle. She progressed slowly after that, and even stopped eating, but slowly began again.
Today (Thanksgiving) she ate some turkey.
Because of Shadow we went nowhere for Thanksgiving. Normally, we would've gone to my Aunt's and my Grandmother's. Instead we had our own meal, all by ourselves, at home.

What you have just read is what I'm thankful for. Not all of it mind you; it's just the out-of-the-ordinary things. The things which have happened to me... really, the things that made me even think of writing this. Not friends family possessions or food. I am, of course still thankful for those things, and I'm thankful for my loving God. But mostly, I'm thankful to my God.
Thanksgiving has two similar definitions: the act of giving thanks, and, a payer expressing gratitude. This holiday is for giving thanks to God. For everything. What we have and what we don't, what we've lost and what we may lose. The good, bad, the painful and wonderful.
There is nothing for which we should not thank Him.

--Sarah

Thursday, November 27, 2008

I'm Thankful For...

I’m thankful for…

God the Father who loved us enough to send His Son to die for our sins, our Lord Jesus who loved us enough to die for us, and the Holy Spirit who leads us and gives us understanding.

My family and friends who know me better than I know myself and yet still love me.

My friends who know me well enough to know that they can barely tolerate me.

Our home, the food, and the clothes that God provides for us.

Shadow coming home and doing better, and Tommy and Twila not being sick, but only fat cats.

God continuing to mold me into what He wants me to be, no matter how slow the progress.

The peace and contentment I’ve found in Jesus.

God’s plans for my future, and that they’re better than my plans.

My assurance of heaven.


Happy Thanksgiving!

~Lizzie

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Living Sacrifice

"I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

~Romans 12:1-2

"...that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice..."

Recently I have decided that it is much more difficult to be a living sacrifice than to die a sacrifice. Obviously I wouldn't actually know, because I have never died. But recently I had begun envying the martyrs who got to die for our Lord. Sometimes this life is so painful, I really don't know if I want to keep on living. However, God has apparently decided that, at least for this moment, that He will be glorified by my continuing to live on this earth. Anyway, I don't know if that's actually what that verse means, but it makes sense to me and it encouraged me.

"...but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

And when I am happy with living, it seems I don't do anything right. I confess, sometimes it seems I'm just too busy to take time to really pray and concentrate on reading my Bible, when I know it's just that I'm not MAKING time. Like right this second, instead of writing this pointless blog post that's really only benefiting me by organizing my own thoughts...
So anyway, that would be the renewing of my mind... praying, reading the Bible, and absorbing what I've read. And according to this verse, that will prove the good, acceptable and perfect will of God. Which I admit I've been kinda doubting lately.

There, my two new favorite Bible verses.

~Lizzie

Friday, November 21, 2008

First Law of Iced Drinks

It's happened to everyone. Or, at least, it should have. If it hasn't happened to you, perhaps you are merely protected from this torture by your ignorance of its occurrence, and what I'm getting ready to say will begin your introduction to the horrible experience of ice explosion. But for the sake of my ranting, let's assume it has never happened to you.

It's happened to me too many times to count. I innocently put some ice in my glass, and then pour my chosen beverage. For most of the drink, I blissfully enjoy the refreshing coldness provided by the ice. But then... my drink is almost gone. The ice is packed into one interesting ice formation at the bottom of my glass, and there's one more swallow of liquid left. I tilt the glass slowly, because I'm expecting the ice mass to slide down and hit my lip while I drain the last drops of juice, but instead the ice structure collapses, and that suddenly plentiful last collection of probably red or purple juice sloshes onto my face and streams onto my clean shirt.

It has the effect of making one feel that perhaps one should not have yet graduated from sippy cups, but I determined that it's just the the First Law of Iced Drinks: Ice Will Clump Together and Then Collapse at the Most Inopportune Moment to Cause You as Much Inconvenience and Embarrassment as Possible.

I was further intrigued by my recent scientific discovery when I asked my dad if he'd ever encountered this dangerous phenomenon. He replied that it used to happen to him when he was a teenager. My mind raced. So maybe it was true! Some kind of horrible degeneration of drinking abilities that would suggest that perhaps teenagers should revert to sippy cups! Then Daddy grinned and announced that he'd quickly learned to shake his glass before drinking the last bit.

If it's possible, I felt even more miserable than when I was contemplating myself using sippy cups. Why had I not realized how simple a fix there was? If you never allow your ice to clump into interesting formations then it can't collapse. Apparently I am quite useless at thwarting petty annoyances.

Now I know... but what else am I missing??

~Lizzie

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Can't.... breathe.....

*gasp for air* I hate colds. And I think we're running out of tissues... Oh, dear. It was the strangest thing, because this cold just kinda exploded on me (after swimming in the feels-like-it's-38-degrees-instead-of-78 pool) yesterday. I felt fine, until a crazy game of (non-gambling) poker gave me a headache and by the time we got home I had a pretty good cold. It was even worse this morning, and the weirdest part is that Jessica got a cold almost exactly the same way at exactly the SAME TIME.... *insert mysterious music*

In much happier news, Shadow got to come home yesterday and is doing very well. She's only on 400 different kinds of medication, but we're hoping she won't need those too long. She's eating good, and acting normal... for Shadow, anyway. I'm so grateful to God, because on Monday night the vet wasn't giving us much hope, so we went to see her and prayed for her, and the next morning, she was doing SO much better!

~Lizzie

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Wow, it's cold.

I just went outside, and realized something fascinating. You see, it's 38 degrees outside. We swim indoors, and supposedly the pool water is 78 degrees. But stepping outside, and diving in the pool feel exactly the same. Actually, stepping outside isn't quite as bad. And I suppose we could be all scientific and say that it's because the air isn't packed as tightly as the water, so it doesn't cover as much of the skin surface, which is why it feels the same.

But I was mostly going for sympathy.

And for those of you who heard about Shadow, (our cat, she's been in the hospital with kidney failure since Sunday) she's doing better this morning!

~Lizzie

Saturday, November 15, 2008

I've been tagged!

Annabeth tagged me!

  • Link to the person who tagged you.
  • Post the rules on your blog.
  • Write Six Random Things about yourself.
  • Tag a few other people at the bottom of the post.
  • Leave comments on their blogs, letting them know they've been tagged!
  • Let the person who tagged you know when you've written the post.
1. I hate it when it rains, and your jeans are just long enough that the hems get wet in puddles, but the you sit down, and the soggy wet edges just BARELY go over the tops of your shoes and get your ankles wet. Or, even worse, you have to take your shoes off and your socks get wet from stepping on the edges of your jeans..... *shudder*

2. I'm very self-conscious, and while on this blog I may seem to be able to speak intelligently, I usually have to know someone very well before I can think about what I'm saying. So I usually end up sounding... well, not-so-intelligent. It works well if I can avoid speaking and not get on a very pathetic ramble where everyone in the conversation gives me strange looks. "Is she okay?" "I dunno, I think she's turned into a robot." "Is there an 'off' switch?"

3. I almost got baptized in a typical church with the typical white robe and the pastor I didn't know. But I chickened out, and then a few years later I got baptized by my dad and our home church leader, in a swimming pool, wearing a T-shirt over my bright green bathing suit. It was so much more special. Some of my life-long friends even came, and we hung out at the pool afterward.

4. I used to have curls. When I was little, I had really long red ringlets. And then one day Mom cut my hair and the curls didn't come back. (Unfairly, Sarah cut her hair short a few years ago and it grew out curly!! *pout*)

5. I am overly obsessed with the color green, and almost anything Irish. I go all out for St. Patrick's Day, and I'm quite annoyed that I was born in America, because that makes me something of a fake, even if I am part Irish. I wish I had an Irish accent, and I want to visit Ireland someday.

6. I love it when it snows, and you've had so much snow already that you don't feel compelled to go outside and play in it, you just sit by the fire with some hot chocolate and read a book. Unfortunately, that almost never happens because we get less and less snow... global warming? :P

I'm going to tag Jessica and Neil.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Today I Am.

I've been thinking about a quote from "When God Writes Your Love Story" by Eric and Leslie Ludy ever since I finished the book who-knows-how-long ago. Krissy Ludy (Eric's sister) is 31 and still single. 18 years ago she chose to remain faithful to her future husband and wait patiently for God to bring him into her life. When asked by her brother, Marky, "Krissy, do you think you're called to singleness?" she paused, reflected a moment, then replied, "Today I am."

I didn't understand how someone could be called to singleness temporarily. It seemed to me that there were people who were called to singleness permanently (like Paul of the Bible) and people who were called to marriage, but were single because the right person wasn't in their life yet. How could she say that "today" she was called to singleness? But after pondering it subconsciously since I finished the book, I finally understand. God may mean for me to be married someday; I don't really know. Until then, He has called me to singleness. I am single now, and maybe I'm meant to be single my whole life. But I don't have to look that far ahead. Today, He has called me to singleness. And today, I am content.

I took Sarah to her art lesson, and went grocery shopping like I usually do on Thursdays. Mornings at grocery stores seem to be mostly moms with young children. Almost every shopping cart has a little car seat, or a little one big enough to sit in the shopping cart seat. I can't resist smiling at kids when I notice that they're looking at me, but they usually don't smile back. They might keep watching, or they might go shy and look away.

Today, though, there was an adorable little boy twisted around backwards in his shopping cart seat to watch me. I was quite flattered, and smiled like I usually do. And he actually smiled back! So I kept smiling at him, he kept smiling back, and kinda ducked his head, like he was shy, still smiling. He was so cute. And then his mom looked up from tucking a blanket around his little sister in her car seat, and smiled when she saw him smiling at me and asked him, "are you flirting?" and hurried off before I recovered my senses enough to tell her that he was adorable.

The most interesting thing was that he looked like me. His hair was exactly the same straw-berry blonde that my hair was when I was about his age. So from now on, whenever I think about my future kids, that's what they'll look like. :P

~Lizzie

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Elsie Dinsmore

The Elsie Dinsmore books by Martha Finley were very popular amongst Christian homeschool girls back when I was younger. I even knew a guy who read them. I've read them several times over the course of my life, and my impressions each time were very interesting.

The first time I read them I was 8. I thought Elsie was amazingly perfect. The way all the "good" people treated each other was sickeningly sweet, and the "bad" people weren't too awful. They actually came up with some pretty funny remarks.

The next time I was about 10. I noticed that Elsie actually wasn't perfect; there were at the most, two instances where she was slightly less than perfect. Their interaction with each other were still so sweet as to be sickening, but the "bad" people seemed worse.

I read them again when I was 14. By this time I realized that Elsie definitely wasn't perfect, but still close enough as to put me to shame. Strangely, the the over-use of "dearest" and "darling" in conversations was only becoming more unpleasant for me, even as I realized that Elsie wasn't as good as I'd originally thought, and that the "wicked" relatives were worse than I'd previously thought.

I thought when I'd read them at 14 that I'd probably already changed my opinion as much as I ever would, but I just began reading them again this week, and my opinions have continued to change. Elsie, far from being perfect, really has some pretty petty and childish moments. She and her father are very prejudiced against the "lower class," and while they are kind, they avoid contact unless to preach the gospel. This is particularly annoying to me as I would qualify as the lower class in their million-dollar world. Their frequent use of endearments annoys me even more than it did 3 years ago.

Besides that, their slaves do everything for them, and in one book Elsie admits that she's never so much as put on her own shoes and stockings, and they proclaim themselves tired after something as ridiculous as a carriage ride! And Elsie, as a grown woman, is requested by her father that she not carry her own child! A baby! And I know many 9-10 year old girls who quite frequently carry 2-year-old's with little difficulty. They are pathetically weak, susceptible to disease, and, dare I say, lazy!

The final straw has been this fourth book. Perhaps I will be able to recover some of my former interest in these books, but right now my Southern pride is aroused. They are supposed to be southerners, but they hide in England for the duration of the Civil War, chiding the South for attempting to succeed, from across the Atlantic Ocean. The Civil War was, as some people don't know, actually over state's rights. The federal government was becoming too powerful, so some Southern states decided to leave the Union. I wish the South had won, I think our country would be in a much better position today if they had. I'm completely disgusted with Martha Finley for creating such awful characters.

I can't read them any more. I wish I'd left the Elsie Dinsmore books as a pleasant childhood memory. Perhaps I can erase my memory of this reading and remember it as I did: a fairy-tale story of a little girl too perfect to be real.

~Lizzie

Friday, November 7, 2008

Cookies

Shouldn't chocolate chip cookies be slightly crunchy around the edges and gooey in the middle? Sarah was just criticizing my cookies and said I needed to cook them longer. Tell me this doesn't look good:


I'm highly insulted... although I think I should probably ignore her, because as she was complaining, she ate two of them.

Personally, I LOVE chocolate chip cookies, hot out of the oven, with the chocolate still liquid-y, the middle nice and soft and the edge with a slight crunch.... Yum.

~Lizzie

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Brace Yourself

When you see the rushing wind, feel the pouring rain
Hear the thunder now, as the clouds roll in
And you’re blinded by the lightening
Do you also hear that still, small voice saying
It’s okay, you’re not alone
You may be scared to death but I won’t let you go
You may think the sky above is falling
But can you hear Jesus calling?
"Jesus Calling" ~ 33Miles

Thus begins four years of Barack Hussein Obama as the president of the United States. Be prepared for much worse than you were expecting. Trust me, it’s best to imagine the worst. Then you might be pleasantly surprised. Hoping that it won’t be as bad as you thought only sets you up for disappointment. That’s what I get for hoping that McCain would make it. Now I’m fully expecting everything I didn’t want and more: the banning of homeschooling, the beginning of communism, the return of terror attacks, schools becoming training camps for “Hitler” youth, the persecution of Christians, infanticide, the end of the world and the return of our Lord. Actually, the return of Jesus doesn’t fit on that list, because that would be a good thing that I will hope for my whole life. I did want to get married and have a dozen kids first though.

Something gives me the feeling that Obama might not be just ‘an’ anti-Christ, but maybe THE anti-Christ. Yes, I know many people have been suspected of being the anti-Christ for approximately 2000 years. And no, I haven’t really researched it, mostly because I’m freaked out about Obama enough as it is and I have plenty more pleasant ways to spend my time than reconciling his description to the description in the Bible. Not to mention that it’s enough for me that he’s been called “the Messiah” (which he does not deny), that he’s proclaimed himself to be our Savior and that so many people like him despite his creepiness. If Obama gets mortally wounded, I won’t be the least surprised when he rises from the dead…. on the third day. Just horrified and disgusted.

Don’t panic, life on earth has always been pain and frustration cushioned by little pleasantries and sweet moments. It’s just that I only recently realized it. And believe it or not, I'm actually a happy person sometimes... mostly when I don't have time to think about deep things.

Does 'easy' rhyme with 'greasy'?

~Lizzie

Monday, November 3, 2008

Beach Vacation 6

Remember the beach vacation series back in September where I promised to post a video of as soon as I could get it to work? I finally got it to work. So here's the video.

You might notice that I say "Yeah" a total of 4 times in this video. There's a very good reason for my lack of intellectual conversation.... it was not required.

By the way, here's the script if you were wondering what David said:

David: Isn't it cool? (Meaning his skim board)
Me: Yeah
David: Lizzie!
Me: Yeah!
David: Isn't it cool? (He didn't hear my answer the first time)
Me: Yeah!
Joel: Are you doing video?
Me: Yeah
Joel: Huh.

And actually, that's not Joel playing frisbee with himself, it's Bubba.

So I finally got that posted. Whew.

~Lizzie

Saturday, November 1, 2008

I am SO special....

We went to the Hawks baseball games today, and I managed to get sunburned. Yes, in November. And I don't mean a light sunburn either. I mean lobster red. Oh, and the bonus?? It's only on the left side of my face, and my left arm, because the sun was to my left. Uh-huh. Let's hear it for the red-heads with pathetically pale skin. *everyone groans*

And sadly, it was the championship weekend, and the Hawks lost their second game and were eliminated. So that's the end of our fall baseball season.

Now begins basketball! I'm excited, since I enjoyed Hawks basketball last year, but this year my own little brothers are on the middle school team! Of course, according to Kara, that just makes the games more stressful. But I'm still looking forward to it.

What I'm not looking forward to is the conflicts with theatre rehearsals. We're going to have at least 4 middle school games on Tuesdays.. the same days as theatre rehearsals. And we're missing several awesome JV/Varsity games because of theatre. I'm already wishing I didn't do theatre this year. It's always a gamble. I mean, I couldn't possibly have known we were going to get stuck with "Oklahoma!" one of my least favorite plays ever. *sigh* But we also might have gotten a good play. It's just frustrating.

Hopefully I'll manage to enjoy "Oklahoma!" but I haven't managed it so far. I am really enjoying voice lessons though! They are absolutely awesome! I've always wanted to do voice, and I finally got to do it this year. It's been fantastic!

And now I'm off to nurse my sunburn.

~Lizzie