Spring break again!

And I was having an amazingly productive day cleaning the kitchen/dining room, but then, I was replacing floor protectors on our dining room chairs (which, for some reason, require hammering) and hit my thumb. I hit it from the top (don't ask how, I'm just excessively talented at injuring myself) bruised my thumb AND bent the fingernail backwards. So I immediately put an herbal salve on it and then tried to think of something I could do without using my left thumb. Typing was the only thing I could think of, so here is this more boring than usual blog post. And now I have nothing more to say... all my brain waves are in my thumb...

~Lizzie

Fragile dreams

All my life so far, I've looked forward to when I would finally get married and have children. It has always been my goal. Ever since I was around 10, I have planned nearly every aspect of my the life I want to have once I'm married: the kind of house I want (a cute little farm house with space for a vegetable garden and extreme amounts of flowers), the way my days will go, how many children we'll have and how we'll train our children. So far I think the only thing I left entirely up to God was the man.

It was only recently that it hit me: perhaps I am naively imagining an impossible dream. I'm just a silly girl, gazing starry-eyed into a romantic fantasy that's unmarred by reality. Eventually, my shiny, happy future will shatter like a delicate glass into 10 million pieces. The disillusionment will cast a gray hue over all my broken plans and my former hopes will be a bright mockery of the cold, hard truth.

Or maybe not. Isn't there a chance that God has planned a Godly man of character to marry me? Is it impossible for me to be a firm, but gentle, loving and disciplining mother? Am I not capable of making a lovely home for my family? Is it too much to ask that my girls have a meek and quiet spirit, with gentle feminity? That my boys be strong leaders, kind and loving to their sisters and show honesty, diligence and intelligence in everything they do? Should I not hope to one day have a joyful, loving family with obedient and thankful children, led by a hard-working spiritual man?

Could there be a lovely, simple life in my future?

~Lizzie

My latest obsession is finally settled...

So, just in case you didn't know, I had braces for 2 years and 5 months. I had REALLY crooked teeth. And just as an interesting trivia fact, I have no adult lower front first incisors. (Crazy long name, right?) The doctors were all VERY interested in my teeth. (They actually took pictures. That is never comforting...) When I finally got my braces off, the doctors told me, "Have a nice life... oh, and get your wisdom teeth out next summer." Well, "next" summer is now last summer, and I still haven't followed their orders. Fortunately, I only have 3 wisdom teeth. But they have decided to come in. I was hoping they'd just be a memory as little white blobs way down in my jaw on x-rays, but no such luck.

But then I happened to be looking over one of our herb remedy books (yeah, we're health nuts...) and noticed a calcium remedy. "Children with crowded teeth who must get wisdom teeth removed are deficient in Calcium." What?!? I'm deficient in Calcium? It's THAT easy? I went through 2 years and 5 months of braces for $5000 when all I needed was Calcium? *major sigh*

Now I'm taking Calcium. And hoping that at almost 18, I'm not too old for my jaw to get just a little bigger. But whatever happens, I'm NOT getting my wisdom teeth removed... *shudder*

~Lizzie

I survived April Fools...

I had a rubber spider placed on my shoulder (twice... I only screamed the first time) and a rubber snake (after the rubber spider, so I was not disturbed). Then when I got home, Sarah did the tape measure trick on me. Background: we once had a tape measure (you know, the yellow kind that roll up into a tape-measure-holder) that came out of its tape-measure-holder. If you roll it up, and place it under something heavy, it will stay in place until some unsuspecting victim picks up whatever is holding it in place. And then it will explode with a very startling noise. Sarah pinched it in the crack of the door (an amazing feat) leading to my room so that when Victoria and I got back, and pushed the door open to go into my room, it jumped at us. We screamed at exactly the same time.

And David tried a bunch of silly jokes ("Hey, Lizzie, it's raining! April Fools!" "Hey, Lizzie, Daddy's here! April Fools!")

I only participated in one joke, and it basically failed... tried to convince Allie that Jess was courting a guy (that Jess made up). No luck.

Oh, and here's an interesting quiz.



~Lizzie