Well, I always give away the first sentence of my post with my blog title. Oooh! Ooohh! I finally figured out why everyone uses random post titles! I guess i should have written: The white moon against the black sky, or my little mouse is white, too. Never mind.
Today has been fairly boring, especially compared with the rest of the week, and I have nothing to inspire an amazing post. But what's an amazing post anyway? So perhaps my post is amazing, and nobody knows it. Never mind again.
Well, tomorrow is Riverdance. My family is really excited, especially Beth (when I say excited, I mean REALLY excited).
Okay, back to an earlier subject. I have decided an amazing post is something that gets people to comment. I have offically failed (or I will). Well, never fear. I'll come back later and write something better.
I am very, very boring today.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Life is Truly Good
Oh, the last few days have been great. Lots of school (which isn't necessarily great), working hard, running around, enjoying the sunshine, making Polish and Hungarian meals for dinner (which is a lot of work, making dinner), thinking about those I love, being with my family, trying to catch my runaway rabbits (I mean that literally, by the way), eating GOOD food, looking at the sun about to set. Life is great! I am not always happy, but I don't have any reason to be sad.
I've been changing so much. My outlook on so many things has changed. I'm trying to be less narrow minded, and more loving to everyone, too, even if I don't agree with them 100%. I love God, and I want to love Him even more. I am trying to do what's right, but not be annoyingly pious (I think that's possible).
Before I was trying to make everyone not be depressed or sad. I have been depressed. I have been sad. And though I don't know if anything I or anyone can say or do can make somebody feel better, I can at least not be annoying about it. So I'm sorry if I was, and I think that I understand what it's like to be sad, at least to some level. And I think that when somebody is sad, all they can do is turn to God. That's all I can do.
So, even when people, people I don't know, people I only know a little bit, or people I know really well, don't fit into my cookie cutter mold of "right", then I will try not to judge. And I'm trying to change my view in a few other things, too :-). Could you pray for me?
I've been changing so much. My outlook on so many things has changed. I'm trying to be less narrow minded, and more loving to everyone, too, even if I don't agree with them 100%. I love God, and I want to love Him even more. I am trying to do what's right, but not be annoyingly pious (I think that's possible).
Before I was trying to make everyone not be depressed or sad. I have been depressed. I have been sad. And though I don't know if anything I or anyone can say or do can make somebody feel better, I can at least not be annoying about it. So I'm sorry if I was, and I think that I understand what it's like to be sad, at least to some level. And I think that when somebody is sad, all they can do is turn to God. That's all I can do.
So, even when people, people I don't know, people I only know a little bit, or people I know really well, don't fit into my cookie cutter mold of "right", then I will try not to judge. And I'm trying to change my view in a few other things, too :-). Could you pray for me?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
New Post! New Post!
I haven't been on blogger forever! I guess I've been doing so much other stuff I haven't gotten on the computer recently, and when I do, I always seem to forget about blogs. I know, it's bad.
Anyway, today's Tuesday, which is the busiest day of the week for me. We have till one to get ALL our school done, eat lunch, pack a dinner, and be ready for Latin and Geography class. Then we get in the car and drive to the cousins. Latin class is one and a half hours long : P. Too long. We get a half hour break, then we have an hour of geography class. Then all of us Hammer kids get in the car, as well as Liz and Elaina. We go to Dad's office, and Mom and Dad switch cars. Dad drives us five, sometimes Nate, too, to Irish Dance class. After Irish dance, we stay at the Kent Commons until Dad's done with raquetball.
Busy but really fun day! Sometimes we get up to 9 hours with our cousins, and a bunch of time with Caitlyn and the rest of her family.
Tuesdays are great!
(I will come up with a better post later, it's just that we're about to go. So bye!)
Anyway, today's Tuesday, which is the busiest day of the week for me. We have till one to get ALL our school done, eat lunch, pack a dinner, and be ready for Latin and Geography class. Then we get in the car and drive to the cousins. Latin class is one and a half hours long : P. Too long. We get a half hour break, then we have an hour of geography class. Then all of us Hammer kids get in the car, as well as Liz and Elaina. We go to Dad's office, and Mom and Dad switch cars. Dad drives us five, sometimes Nate, too, to Irish Dance class. After Irish dance, we stay at the Kent Commons until Dad's done with raquetball.
Busy but really fun day! Sometimes we get up to 9 hours with our cousins, and a bunch of time with Caitlyn and the rest of her family.
Tuesdays are great!
(I will come up with a better post later, it's just that we're about to go. So bye!)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Christmas Elf and Her Poems
I was looking at my earlier posts and I found a poem that I wrote that I'm so proud of I thought I'd post it again!
Hee, hee, hee!!!
I glide, I skate,
stretching my sore muscles.
I spin and push
the wind is in my face,
the sun on my back.
My hair springs lose
it has a mind of its own.
I turn around and go backwards...
I spin again.
right
left
right
left
I push and stretch
I spin. I miss.
I fall and the sidewalk
rises
to catch me
I land roughly.
my hands sting,
my knees ache.
I stand again.
I reach, I jump,
I soar, I fly.
Now, a poem Katie and I wrote. Some of you my recognize it. *smiles slyly*
Battle! Hear the weapons clash
hear the sound of axes smash
To strike down a brother.
Battle! Hear the blood curling cry
Hear the dying soldiers sigh
the boys who left their mothers.
Battle! They fight for right or wrong
Then they shout the battle song
Killing the one who left his lover.
Battle! Each fight for power of their own,
but then they die, and then it's gone,
and they've already killed the other.
Battle! The tear that hits the ground,
The groan, the breath and nothing found,
all so they can kill another.
Battle! Raging night and day,
It will never end, they say,
always trying to hurt each other.
HA HA! Now I've had my bragging session... time to sign off!
Hee, hee, hee!!!
I glide, I skate,
stretching my sore muscles.
I spin and push
the wind is in my face,
the sun on my back.
My hair springs lose
it has a mind of its own.
I turn around and go backwards...
I spin again.
right
left
right
left
I push and stretch
I spin. I miss.
I fall and the sidewalk
rises
to catch me
I land roughly.
my hands sting,
my knees ache.
I stand again.
I reach, I jump,
I soar, I fly.
Now, a poem Katie and I wrote. Some of you my recognize it. *smiles slyly*
Battle! Hear the weapons clash
hear the sound of axes smash
To strike down a brother.
Battle! Hear the blood curling cry
Hear the dying soldiers sigh
the boys who left their mothers.
Battle! They fight for right or wrong
Then they shout the battle song
Killing the one who left his lover.
Battle! Each fight for power of their own,
but then they die, and then it's gone,
and they've already killed the other.
Battle! The tear that hits the ground,
The groan, the breath and nothing found,
all so they can kill another.
Battle! Raging night and day,
It will never end, they say,
always trying to hurt each other.
HA HA! Now I've had my bragging session... time to sign off!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
If
Here's a poem I thought was interesting.
If - - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
If - - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Friday, December 7, 2007
Cookie Tins
Once upon a time there was a little cookie tin. His name was Freddie. Freddie was sad, because he was just a small cookie tin with no cookies in it, and he want to have cookies in him...
Sorry, peoples, Lindy's suggestion. You can blame her. And, I maybe could be more creative but I really don't feel like it right now. So that's the story of the day.
Cookie tins come in ceramic, porcelian, metal, cookie, asphalt, adobe, brick, clay, and (my person favorite) clouds. They come in all shapes and sizes. Like the one that was blue and shaped like a cow, or the one that was sort of like a safe, and Dad kept it locked up and the next day it was empty, or the one that was made of wood and shaped like a tree, or I've even seen one that was shaped like a bee hive. A little too dangerous to get cookies out of that one.
Okay, okay, enough randomness. Bye, peoples. New post coming later.
Sorry, peoples, Lindy's suggestion. You can blame her. And, I maybe could be more creative but I really don't feel like it right now. So that's the story of the day.
Cookie tins come in ceramic, porcelian, metal, cookie, asphalt, adobe, brick, clay, and (my person favorite) clouds. They come in all shapes and sizes. Like the one that was blue and shaped like a cow, or the one that was sort of like a safe, and Dad kept it locked up and the next day it was empty, or the one that was made of wood and shaped like a tree, or I've even seen one that was shaped like a bee hive. A little too dangerous to get cookies out of that one.
Okay, okay, enough randomness. Bye, peoples. New post coming later.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Been Thinking
I've been thinking....
Em said recently that sometimes she thinks of God all day, and doesn't do regular Bible reading, and sometimes she does Bible reading everyday, but forgets God the rest of the day.(I think a lot of us are or could be like that. I know I easily am)
Well, it got me thinking. I think so many Christians get into a pattern of reading the Bible everyday (which is by no means wrong), and they do it just because they have to, not because they WANT to. Recently, I was reading the Bible everyday, but I wasn't thinking about God very much the rest of the day, and my prayers were robotic, praying the same thing every time. I wasn't doing so people could see me and say, "What a good girl she is" because I always read the Bible in my room alone.
So I prayed to God to help me change. And He is helping me. I still try to read the Bible everyday, but it means more, and I think about what I read more.
I think that could be a danger of praying before you eat. It's a good habit, but it's easy to forget why you do it, and it's easy to forget it's not a law (if you don't do it, you're breaking God's law - not true). It's okay if you eat food before praying. I think churches can fall into that trap too. Especially Reformed Baptist churches. But I'm not really sure...
Thoughts?
Em said recently that sometimes she thinks of God all day, and doesn't do regular Bible reading, and sometimes she does Bible reading everyday, but forgets God the rest of the day.(I think a lot of us are or could be like that. I know I easily am)
Well, it got me thinking. I think so many Christians get into a pattern of reading the Bible everyday (which is by no means wrong), and they do it just because they have to, not because they WANT to. Recently, I was reading the Bible everyday, but I wasn't thinking about God very much the rest of the day, and my prayers were robotic, praying the same thing every time. I wasn't doing so people could see me and say, "What a good girl she is" because I always read the Bible in my room alone.
So I prayed to God to help me change. And He is helping me. I still try to read the Bible everyday, but it means more, and I think about what I read more.
I think that could be a danger of praying before you eat. It's a good habit, but it's easy to forget why you do it, and it's easy to forget it's not a law (if you don't do it, you're breaking God's law - not true). It's okay if you eat food before praying. I think churches can fall into that trap too. Especially Reformed Baptist churches. But I'm not really sure...
Thoughts?
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