A few random things that have been going on....
*First of all I would appreciate prayer for my grandma. She's spending this week getting a whole lot of tests done on her heart, and tomorrow she's going to talk to her new doctor who's going to give her a second opinion on her heart problems. So prayer for healing for her would be great....
*Second, I'm incredibly stressed about school and ready for it to end. In case you didn't know this, when it comes to school I am the biggest perfectionist the world has ever seen. If I don't get an 100 on every test I freak out. If I get a B I might possibly go on a crying jag. If I get a C, well heaven help us cause I basically explode.....haha. I'm exaggerating a little, but I am HUGE perfectionist when it comes to grades. Especially now that I'm thinking really hard about college and stuff. I'm mainly stressed about my huge end of year chemistry test (which could determine whether I make an A this semester or not because it counts twice) which is going to cover the entire semester's worth of chemistry. So basically I've been studying so hard I've got chemistry seeping out of my skin. I'm taking it probably a week from Friday, so hopefully I'll have time to review all the material before then...I also have several big French tests, a lot of big math tests, a history tests, and probably some more tests that I'm not even aware of....*sigh* I NEED summer!
*Third, so no far no one has looked at our house yet, which is pretty discouraging considering how nice and big it is and what a beautiful location it's in. I've guess I've just got to be patient, but it's definitely hard to be....I would really appreciate prayer for this whole house selling situation as well, and prayer for us as we look at other options (like renting the house momentarily or something) if we can't sell it in a few months. *sigh* Why does everything have to be so darn complicated?
Well that's it for now. Later. ;)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Trip- Part 2
After the insanely not fun trip up to my grandparents house (see "The Trip-Part 1") it was very great to finally get there. Normally when we're up there we don't have much to do and we just hang around and relax and stuff, but this time we had so much to do I hardly had time to breathe. The very next day I got to go look at one of my top college choices. I must say I was extremely nervous. After all, I'd never been on an offical college tour before so I had no idea what it would be like. To make a long story short I LOVED it. I fell in love with the campus the minute I walked on it. I had already heard a lot about this college since my grandpa, mom, aunt, and uncle all graduated from there (yep I think that's pretty darn awesome) but I didn't know it would be this great until I visited it. I loved my admissions counselor, the facilities looked great, and there was just a certain "feel" to the campus that I just can't describe. I just felt completely at home there. So yes I've basically decided (unless something drastic happens) that that's where I want to go to school. I almost didn't even want to go look at the other school I was supposed to look at the next day, but of course I did (and tell about that in a minute). Anyways the tour was really fun except I made a really dumb mistake. I decided to wear some brand new flat, formal shoes with nothing else on my feet. Big mistake. By the end of the tour I was basically hobbling around like an old woman, I had big blisters all over my feet, my heel was bleeding, and my feet kept sliding off every few seconds and I had to keep reaching down to adjust them. So yep that was my idiotic move of the day. Moving on....
That afternoon we went house hunting for the first time. It was pretty fun, but not quite as fun since we haven't sold our house yet (stupid bad market....). I liked the first two I saw (in the first one I could have my own bedroom and bathroom downstairs and the second had a really awesome basment) and enjoyed looking at a few others, but the end of the outing was not too fun for me. Basically the realtor decided just to drive us around in his car and show us the different communities, and toward the latter part of the trip I happened to be sitting in the middle of the back seat between my brothers. Now you may not know this about me but I am very prone to motion sickness. When I was little I actually threw up twice in the car...So as the realtor wound his way through curvy neighborhoods (very quickly I might add) I put my head down on my lap and tried to ignore my churning stomach. Not only was my stomach churning, but my head felt very nauseated and heavy from sleep deprivation. When we finally arrived back at my grandparents house, I bolted for the door, collapsed on the couch, and swore I wouldn't move or eat anything again for the next million years. That lasted for about 30 minutes. Then it was suppertime and I wasn't missing that....hahahaha.
The next day I went to visit the second college, which was still pretty nice. The admissions counselor was great, the tour was impressive and in depth, and it was generally a nice school. However, it just didn't have that feel to it like the other place there, and for some reason I just didn't feel at home there at all. It just didn't feel like the college for me. Plus they didn't let first semester freshmen have a car. Not that I have a car yet, but when I do get one (after working my butt off) I'd like to take it to college with me for my first semester thank you very much....;) So I've pretty much decided on the first one, though I'll probably end up applying to both (and another one too) just for kicks....;)
Anyways, that afternoon we went house hunting again (no, I didn't sit in the middle again and thus didn't feel sick) and we saw a few more nice houses. However, like I said before it's just not as fun house hunting when you haven't sold your own house yet....*sigh* What scared me though was that the realtor said once we sold our house we could look for 6-8 hours a day with him if we wanted to. I immediately thought, "No way am I spending 6-8 hours riding in your car and tromping through houses with you my friend...." Nice guy but heck no way. I'd pass out from exhaustion or get really irritable and start smashing windows or something....hahaha. Anyways I guess I'll worry about that when we actually sell our house....
The next day we got to visit with my uncle, aunt, and four of my cousins (which was super awesome) and then Sunday we just relaxed (finally). So all in all it was a fantastic trip and made me feel better about a lot of things that have been troubling me lately. So basically I feel a lot better about life right now and am pretty excited to see how things turn out with moving and all. ;)
Later
That afternoon we went house hunting for the first time. It was pretty fun, but not quite as fun since we haven't sold our house yet (stupid bad market....). I liked the first two I saw (in the first one I could have my own bedroom and bathroom downstairs and the second had a really awesome basment) and enjoyed looking at a few others, but the end of the outing was not too fun for me. Basically the realtor decided just to drive us around in his car and show us the different communities, and toward the latter part of the trip I happened to be sitting in the middle of the back seat between my brothers. Now you may not know this about me but I am very prone to motion sickness. When I was little I actually threw up twice in the car...So as the realtor wound his way through curvy neighborhoods (very quickly I might add) I put my head down on my lap and tried to ignore my churning stomach. Not only was my stomach churning, but my head felt very nauseated and heavy from sleep deprivation. When we finally arrived back at my grandparents house, I bolted for the door, collapsed on the couch, and swore I wouldn't move or eat anything again for the next million years. That lasted for about 30 minutes. Then it was suppertime and I wasn't missing that....hahahaha.
The next day I went to visit the second college, which was still pretty nice. The admissions counselor was great, the tour was impressive and in depth, and it was generally a nice school. However, it just didn't have that feel to it like the other place there, and for some reason I just didn't feel at home there at all. It just didn't feel like the college for me. Plus they didn't let first semester freshmen have a car. Not that I have a car yet, but when I do get one (after working my butt off) I'd like to take it to college with me for my first semester thank you very much....;) So I've pretty much decided on the first one, though I'll probably end up applying to both (and another one too) just for kicks....;)
Anyways, that afternoon we went house hunting again (no, I didn't sit in the middle again and thus didn't feel sick) and we saw a few more nice houses. However, like I said before it's just not as fun house hunting when you haven't sold your own house yet....*sigh* What scared me though was that the realtor said once we sold our house we could look for 6-8 hours a day with him if we wanted to. I immediately thought, "No way am I spending 6-8 hours riding in your car and tromping through houses with you my friend...." Nice guy but heck no way. I'd pass out from exhaustion or get really irritable and start smashing windows or something....hahaha. Anyways I guess I'll worry about that when we actually sell our house....
The next day we got to visit with my uncle, aunt, and four of my cousins (which was super awesome) and then Sunday we just relaxed (finally). So all in all it was a fantastic trip and made me feel better about a lot of things that have been troubling me lately. So basically I feel a lot better about life right now and am pretty excited to see how things turn out with moving and all. ;)
Later
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Trip- Part 1
We finally made it back from my grandparents house today, and I must say it was a very interesting (and very very fun) trip. However, the drive there wasn't so fun.....
First of all, as soon as we finally got everybody loaded in the van and had finally pulled out of the neighborhood after about an hour of everybody frantically running around the house and knocking over anyone in their way, my mom realized she had forgotten something. So back we headed toward our neighborhood. Thank heavens we were only about a mile down the road or I think we all would have been pretty dang upset. So as soon as we made it back home, my mom ran into the house to get the thing she forgot and my brother ran in to get something else he had forgotten as well. This left me and my other brother in the car with the side door open. Little did we know that leaving that side door open was a big mistake....Suddenly out of nowhere this huge black dog started running headlong towards the van. Now if you don't know this about me I am not a very big dog person. I don't mind observing them from a distance or maybe visiting with a friendly one who won't bark at me, but if a dog starts running headlong towards me I'm not going to be a very happy person. The dog stopped about a few feet from the van (and we were yelling at him the whole time to go away) and then the creature had the nerve to jump up in the van, trample on my brother's backpack and my mom's favorite pillow, and stamp on a whole roll of paper towels. Then he started making a beeline for my poor brother who was trapped in the back seat. By this time my mom had reemerged from the house. Boy was she mad. After all, no one tramples my mom's favorite pillow without paying for it. She burst out of the house and started pushing and hitting on the maniac dog while yelling at me to open the automatic door. Now I was in a big state of shock at this point in time, so it took me a minute to process this command. But pretty soon I caught on and pressed it, the dog jumped out and bounded the street, and my mom and brother reentered the van. My mom was pretty darn ticked to say the least. We all were actually. I mean what kind of owners would let their dog run around like that??....Anyways, our trip was already turning out bad and we hadn't even started yet. It just got worse from there....
About an hour down the road, a strange light started flashing on the van which read "Low Coolant". Now whenever a strange light flashes up like that you know something's wrong, so we all started freaking. I checked the van manual, and I discovered that if you had low coolant levels your engine could overheat. We weren't sure if that meant the van would explode killing us all right in the middle of the highway, but we sure knew it couldn't mean anything good. So we stopped at a service station and a guy named Chipmunk (yes his name really was Chipmunk) looked her over, said there was really nothing wrong with her but that he'd added some extra water just to be sure (I was a little confused about what that meant but whatever I guess), and said the engine should be fine as long as we didn't let it overheat. So basically we had sat there for 45 minutes to hear that the engine was fine. *sigh* So out we went again thinking that this trip couldn't get any worse....
As we went on, however, it did get worse. We ran into at least three rain storms so bad that you could hardly see the road ahead of you, and sat in two traffic jams because of road work and an accident. I think the fates were against us....haha. So yes we were not exactly the happiest people by the time we arrived (about an hour and a half late) in KY. But hey, we were just glad we made it. With all that bad stuff happening who knows what would have happened if the trip had been longer....
I'll tell what we actually did on the trip later. Trust me, the visit was much better than the drive there....;)
Later
First of all, as soon as we finally got everybody loaded in the van and had finally pulled out of the neighborhood after about an hour of everybody frantically running around the house and knocking over anyone in their way, my mom realized she had forgotten something. So back we headed toward our neighborhood. Thank heavens we were only about a mile down the road or I think we all would have been pretty dang upset. So as soon as we made it back home, my mom ran into the house to get the thing she forgot and my brother ran in to get something else he had forgotten as well. This left me and my other brother in the car with the side door open. Little did we know that leaving that side door open was a big mistake....Suddenly out of nowhere this huge black dog started running headlong towards the van. Now if you don't know this about me I am not a very big dog person. I don't mind observing them from a distance or maybe visiting with a friendly one who won't bark at me, but if a dog starts running headlong towards me I'm not going to be a very happy person. The dog stopped about a few feet from the van (and we were yelling at him the whole time to go away) and then the creature had the nerve to jump up in the van, trample on my brother's backpack and my mom's favorite pillow, and stamp on a whole roll of paper towels. Then he started making a beeline for my poor brother who was trapped in the back seat. By this time my mom had reemerged from the house. Boy was she mad. After all, no one tramples my mom's favorite pillow without paying for it. She burst out of the house and started pushing and hitting on the maniac dog while yelling at me to open the automatic door. Now I was in a big state of shock at this point in time, so it took me a minute to process this command. But pretty soon I caught on and pressed it, the dog jumped out and bounded the street, and my mom and brother reentered the van. My mom was pretty darn ticked to say the least. We all were actually. I mean what kind of owners would let their dog run around like that??....Anyways, our trip was already turning out bad and we hadn't even started yet. It just got worse from there....
About an hour down the road, a strange light started flashing on the van which read "Low Coolant". Now whenever a strange light flashes up like that you know something's wrong, so we all started freaking. I checked the van manual, and I discovered that if you had low coolant levels your engine could overheat. We weren't sure if that meant the van would explode killing us all right in the middle of the highway, but we sure knew it couldn't mean anything good. So we stopped at a service station and a guy named Chipmunk (yes his name really was Chipmunk) looked her over, said there was really nothing wrong with her but that he'd added some extra water just to be sure (I was a little confused about what that meant but whatever I guess), and said the engine should be fine as long as we didn't let it overheat. So basically we had sat there for 45 minutes to hear that the engine was fine. *sigh* So out we went again thinking that this trip couldn't get any worse....
As we went on, however, it did get worse. We ran into at least three rain storms so bad that you could hardly see the road ahead of you, and sat in two traffic jams because of road work and an accident. I think the fates were against us....haha. So yes we were not exactly the happiest people by the time we arrived (about an hour and a half late) in KY. But hey, we were just glad we made it. With all that bad stuff happening who knows what would have happened if the trip had been longer....
I'll tell what we actually did on the trip later. Trust me, the visit was much better than the drive there....;)
Later
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Out of Town
Tomorrow we are setting off yet another trip. The same place we always go. To see my grandparents....Even though we've been there so many times I still love going though. Not only do I get to see my grandparents, I also get my taste of the big city. haha. I would hate to live in the big city but I can't complain about the awesome restaurants, book stores, clothing stores, and all the other awesome places around. =] Also while we're there my uncle, aunt, and four of my cousins are coming up as well (which is the main reason we're going at this time) so that should be crazy and fun. ...haha. I would appreciate your prayers for a safe trip. ;) Also pray for me since I have to be in such close quarters with my brothers for a six hour car ride. I might need hospitilization after that....ha.
Later
Later
Monday, May 4, 2009
Retreats and Woods and Things...
This past weekend I went on a youth retreat with my friend's church, which I enjoyed immensely. Except for the part of almost killing myself in the woods....Okay I'm exaggerating a bit. It wasn't quite that bad (haha), but I'll explain in a minute....
First of all it was an in-town retreat, which I was very glad of. I don't understand why all these youth groups think they have to go hours away to have fun. Seriously is that long car ride really worth it?? Plus if I forgot to pack something or if I was having some kind of dire emergency home was just a few minutes away. I could get away from home and yet have it close if I really needed it. Best of both worlds. Okay end of that tangent...;)
Anyways, the whole weekend was themed around self-control, which was really good. I really needed to hear some of those things and now it's just a matter of actually applying them. Plus we got to stay in one of the girl's really nice house. It had an amazing basement (which I am so jealous of) with this awesome ping-pong and kitchenette and everything. Plus I actually got to sleep in a bed rather than on the floor in some sleeping bag which would probably result in me tearing up my back or catching my death of cold....NICE. haha. Anyways so that was all good. Then came the woods....
If you don't know this about me already, I hate (I repeat HATE) walking through the woods. I am find when it comes to sitting on a porch and staring at them from a distance, seeing them on TV, or reading about them. However, just don't expect me to go walking through them if I can help it. Not only did we have to walk through woods, we had to do this little obstacle course some of the leaders had set up. Another thing about me. I suck at obstacle courses. I'm scared of heights, climbing, woods, and getting scratched and having a horrible infection set in. So yeah this little woods "adventure" was simply not for me. But I had to do it of course. I mean I sure wasn't going to stand at the edge of the woods by myself for the entire time. I'm not that much of a wimp....haha. So anyways the course started out with all of us being hooked to this rope and going down into this little ditch like thing. Then you (and the person in front of you helped of course) had to hoist yourself up this little hill. I say "little", but it sure didn't seem little to me. I put my foot up there and immediately slipped and fell back down (yes I'm probably the klutz of the year). "I'm too short," I complained, hoping they'd let me get out of doing it....They didn't. So the guy behind me had to basically lift me up onto the embankment thing and then I grabbed my friend's (who was already on the top of the hill) hand with one hand and held onto a tree with the other for dear life and slowly got myself up. Yes I survived. But boy was it dang embarrassing. Everyone probably thought I was some hopeless wimp or something...But it wasn't over yet of course....
Later on in the course, (and by this time my back was covered with dirt from crawling under logs and such) we came upon something that almost made me cry. A tree. Yes of all things I had to climb a tree. At first I seriously considered demanding to be unhooked from the rope, but I decided I could at least give it a try. To make a long story short, I made it (though with a lot of help from the people behind and in front of me and not before getting my foot untangled from the rope and almost falling on my face.) So yes I did survive. But no nothing or nobody is going to get me to go in another obstacle course in the woods. No WAY. But the rest of the trip was pretty dang awesome and I'm very very glad that I went. Basically it was worth having to climb that tree...;)
Later
First of all it was an in-town retreat, which I was very glad of. I don't understand why all these youth groups think they have to go hours away to have fun. Seriously is that long car ride really worth it?? Plus if I forgot to pack something or if I was having some kind of dire emergency home was just a few minutes away. I could get away from home and yet have it close if I really needed it. Best of both worlds. Okay end of that tangent...;)
Anyways, the whole weekend was themed around self-control, which was really good. I really needed to hear some of those things and now it's just a matter of actually applying them. Plus we got to stay in one of the girl's really nice house. It had an amazing basement (which I am so jealous of) with this awesome ping-pong and kitchenette and everything. Plus I actually got to sleep in a bed rather than on the floor in some sleeping bag which would probably result in me tearing up my back or catching my death of cold....NICE. haha. Anyways so that was all good. Then came the woods....
If you don't know this about me already, I hate (I repeat HATE) walking through the woods. I am find when it comes to sitting on a porch and staring at them from a distance, seeing them on TV, or reading about them. However, just don't expect me to go walking through them if I can help it. Not only did we have to walk through woods, we had to do this little obstacle course some of the leaders had set up. Another thing about me. I suck at obstacle courses. I'm scared of heights, climbing, woods, and getting scratched and having a horrible infection set in. So yeah this little woods "adventure" was simply not for me. But I had to do it of course. I mean I sure wasn't going to stand at the edge of the woods by myself for the entire time. I'm not that much of a wimp....haha. So anyways the course started out with all of us being hooked to this rope and going down into this little ditch like thing. Then you (and the person in front of you helped of course) had to hoist yourself up this little hill. I say "little", but it sure didn't seem little to me. I put my foot up there and immediately slipped and fell back down (yes I'm probably the klutz of the year). "I'm too short," I complained, hoping they'd let me get out of doing it....They didn't. So the guy behind me had to basically lift me up onto the embankment thing and then I grabbed my friend's (who was already on the top of the hill) hand with one hand and held onto a tree with the other for dear life and slowly got myself up. Yes I survived. But boy was it dang embarrassing. Everyone probably thought I was some hopeless wimp or something...But it wasn't over yet of course....
Later on in the course, (and by this time my back was covered with dirt from crawling under logs and such) we came upon something that almost made me cry. A tree. Yes of all things I had to climb a tree. At first I seriously considered demanding to be unhooked from the rope, but I decided I could at least give it a try. To make a long story short, I made it (though with a lot of help from the people behind and in front of me and not before getting my foot untangled from the rope and almost falling on my face.) So yes I did survive. But no nothing or nobody is going to get me to go in another obstacle course in the woods. No WAY. But the rest of the trip was pretty dang awesome and I'm very very glad that I went. Basically it was worth having to climb that tree...;)
Later
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