Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but things have been really crazy lately. Here are a few things that have been going on this week...
*School has been insane so far. I think I’ve got velocity-versus-time graphs coming out of my ears, my hand’s about to fall off from over-use, and when I woke up yesterday morning and realized I still had to get through one whole day before the weekend, I almost cried. Don’t get me wrong, I do like a lot of things about school. It’s just the whole getting up early/having wayy too much to do/not being able to study exactly what I want when I want kind of thing. *sigh* At least the weekend has finally arrived. ;)
*Tuesday night I went to a teen book discussion thing at the library which was pretty interesting. I mainly went just to meet some new people and such, seeing as how the book was just not my favorite. Anyways, it was really interesting because one guy I was talking to used to live in the same area that I just moved from. He’s the second person I’ve met so far that’s been from that area, and it’s pretty strange I can tell you that. I mean the area I moved from was one of those areas where nothing momentous happens at all. (No offense to that place at all. I loved living there. It just wasn’t any New York city or something like that....) So I guess it’s a small world after all, or something just plain creepy is going on....
*Wednesday night, my youth group went up to this farm for mentally challenged adults to help out around there for some festival they were about to have. It was a very interesting experience, and I’m really glad that this church focuses on missions on Wednesday nights. I haven’t had a chance to do a lot of stuff like that, so I think it’ll be good for me ;) Then on Thursday, I finally got to start voice lessons back. This year’s going to be a bit different in that regard, because I’m taking lessons at somebody’s house rather than at a college. It went really well, though it was kind of weird that my teacher’s dog was lying in the middle of the room sleeping while I was doing my lesson. I’m not really sure if that’s a compliment to my voice or not, but oh well. hahaha.
*A quick update on my grandma: She still can hardly breathe, and it’s because the blood vessels around her heart are not working properly (because of radiation she had for breast cancer many years ago). So now she’s going on some new medicine to help her blood vessels, and hopefully that will keep the doctors from having to do a huge operation on her heart which would be really bad for her right now considering how frail she is. Continued prayers are great.
Now I’m going to go enjoy my weekend ;) Later
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Homeschool Group
Last Monday, I went to the beginning of the year orientation for my homeschool group. Now I know what you're thinking. If you're homeschooled, then why in the heck do you have classes with other kids?? Doesn't that defeat the point? Let me explain...1: We only once a week (Mondays) for 3 hours. So it's not 24/7. (Not that any school really meets 24/7 as the students would probably be dead if they did, but you get the point...). 2: We don't do core classes or anything. We just do elective classes that are hard to fulfill at home. For example, I'm taking Journalism/Yearbook, Home Economics, and KY State History, and everybody (oh yes, all 13 of our extremely large high school group) have to take the Christian Character Traits class. 3: It's just nice now and then to take a few classes with some other kids and make some new friends. Plus they have a graduation ceremony for high schoolers. Soo that completely satisifes any longing I might have for public school (which I can assure you isn't much....;) ).
Anyways, the orientation went pretty well. At first it was rather annoying though. All of us (all the kids and their parents) had to meet up and listen to the director ramble on and on (and on) about random things that make perfect daydreaming material....It was really hard to daydream though because the really little kids kept whining their heads off, and this one girl a few rows up from us was practically screaming her head off. No wonder I had a searing headache. Not to mention the director (who was apparently very nervous about public speaking which was probably why she was doing this) sounded like she was about to tear up through the entire speech. It was quite odd. She even sounded heartbroken over the middle schoolers rotational schedule. Gosh now I'd heard everything...Anyways I'm not blaming her or anything. If I had to public speak I'd probably cry my head off, trip over the microphone cord because I couldn't see through my tears, and then fall into the crowd, land on some two-year-old, and then get sued or be forever known as a crazy two-year-old-attacking lunatic. Scary stuff....
After the main speech finally ended, those of us who hadn't died of boredom yet got to split up into our respective age groups and hear about our different classes. Before we heard about them though, they made us high schoolers play some random name game where the first person had to say their name and then a food that started with the first letter of their name. Then the next person had to repeat the name and the food of the person who went before them, plus their own name and food thing, and on and on and on. I tried desparately to think of a food that started with the letter H, but didn't have much luck. At first the only thing I could of was honey, but I really really DESPISE that horrible stuff. I only take it when I'm desparately sick with a sore throat (and I mean extremely EXTREMELY desparate). It's like being a torture chamber having that stuff slowly....slink....down.....your....throat. Anyways, I ended up saying the second thing that came into my mind- ham. And I don't even like ham that much. And it's no good being known as Hannah Ham. I mean really how uncool is that? Well let's just hope everyone forgets all about that or else I'm going to have to learn a Memory Charm (Harry Potter stuff hahaha). Anyways, overall, the classes sound really fun and everybody I met was really nice, so I'm pleased. =] I'll definitely keep you updated on how they go.
Later
Anyways, the orientation went pretty well. At first it was rather annoying though. All of us (all the kids and their parents) had to meet up and listen to the director ramble on and on (and on) about random things that make perfect daydreaming material....It was really hard to daydream though because the really little kids kept whining their heads off, and this one girl a few rows up from us was practically screaming her head off. No wonder I had a searing headache. Not to mention the director (who was apparently very nervous about public speaking which was probably why she was doing this) sounded like she was about to tear up through the entire speech. It was quite odd. She even sounded heartbroken over the middle schoolers rotational schedule. Gosh now I'd heard everything...Anyways I'm not blaming her or anything. If I had to public speak I'd probably cry my head off, trip over the microphone cord because I couldn't see through my tears, and then fall into the crowd, land on some two-year-old, and then get sued or be forever known as a crazy two-year-old-attacking lunatic. Scary stuff....
After the main speech finally ended, those of us who hadn't died of boredom yet got to split up into our respective age groups and hear about our different classes. Before we heard about them though, they made us high schoolers play some random name game where the first person had to say their name and then a food that started with the first letter of their name. Then the next person had to repeat the name and the food of the person who went before them, plus their own name and food thing, and on and on and on. I tried desparately to think of a food that started with the letter H, but didn't have much luck. At first the only thing I could of was honey, but I really really DESPISE that horrible stuff. I only take it when I'm desparately sick with a sore throat (and I mean extremely EXTREMELY desparate). It's like being a torture chamber having that stuff slowly....slink....down.....your....throat. Anyways, I ended up saying the second thing that came into my mind- ham. And I don't even like ham that much. And it's no good being known as Hannah Ham. I mean really how uncool is that? Well let's just hope everyone forgets all about that or else I'm going to have to learn a Memory Charm (Harry Potter stuff hahaha). Anyways, overall, the classes sound really fun and everybody I met was really nice, so I'm pleased. =] I'll definitely keep you updated on how they go.
Later
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sick
Just a few days ago, I remember thinking to myself, "Ya know, I haven't been sick in forever. Here it is cold and flu season and so far nothing has touched me. I must have some kind of a strong immune system!" Famous last words....
Just yesterday, I came down with a sore throat. Not only was it one of the really bad kinds when you feel like hot plaster is exploding in your throat, I contracted it in the middle of the night. For some reason every symptom I have is always amplified by about a million times in the middle of the night. It's also frustrating because there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. I thought about going downstairs and taking a zinc tablet (those things are really miraculous at shortening your cold by the way) but I figured I'd just kill myself falling downstairs in the dark or wake everybody up and then really get killed. (If you didn't already know this, my family, including me, is not too polite to people who wake them up in the middle of the night.). So waking anybody up was definitely out. So, I just ended up lying there, thinking about how miserable the next few days were going to be, how miserable I felt at the moment, and how plain ticked off I was about the whole thing and how I probably had anger management issues.
The next day, my throat felt so bad I couldn't talk. When I did talk, it felt like people were stabbing knives down my throat. Now you might not believe this, but it's very painful for me to go a whole day without talking to a single soul. My family probably enjoyed the peace and quiet, but it was pure torture for me. Heck I couldn't even get my anger out by yelling at my brothers. The most frustrating part was, that the rest of me felt absolutely fine. It was just that dumb throat. And because of that dumb throat I couldn't go anywhere abd couldn't do anything because I just plain couldn't focus, so I spent most of the day moping around, taking zinc tablets, and trying not to die of pure pent-up frustration. I went to bed that night certain that the next day would be better....
Well to put it bluntly, it wasn't. I woke up in the middle of the night (again) with every muscle in my body aching. I mean I was radiating ache. On top of it all, it hurt to swallow because my throat muscles were so tight, my nose was clogged up, and I felt like I'd just emerged from a painful boxing match. When morning finally came, I could hardly drag myself out of bed. I kept sitting up, falling back down, sleeping for ten more minutes, and then repeating the cycle until I finally dragged myself downstairs. I probably looked like some freaky monster who had been pushed around an awful lot, because I sure felt like one. Gosh I felt like a messed up piece of crap.
Luckily, I've been getting better as the day has gone one. My sore throat's basically gone, the tightness is a little better, and I'm not as achy or tired. I am still pretty darn mad about the whole thing though. I was supposed to start voice lessons back up today, but because of that stupid ailment that will remain nameless I wasn't able to. Plus, seeing as how I had to miss half a day of school today and half a day yesterday, I'm already behind and it's only the first week! What a lame start to the school year.*sigh* oh well. That's life I guess. Plus since I'm a workaholic I should have no problem catching up. (I hope.) And at least it wasn't swine flu. Now that would have been a disaster for a hypochondriac like me.....
Later
Just yesterday, I came down with a sore throat. Not only was it one of the really bad kinds when you feel like hot plaster is exploding in your throat, I contracted it in the middle of the night. For some reason every symptom I have is always amplified by about a million times in the middle of the night. It's also frustrating because there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. I thought about going downstairs and taking a zinc tablet (those things are really miraculous at shortening your cold by the way) but I figured I'd just kill myself falling downstairs in the dark or wake everybody up and then really get killed. (If you didn't already know this, my family, including me, is not too polite to people who wake them up in the middle of the night.). So waking anybody up was definitely out. So, I just ended up lying there, thinking about how miserable the next few days were going to be, how miserable I felt at the moment, and how plain ticked off I was about the whole thing and how I probably had anger management issues.
The next day, my throat felt so bad I couldn't talk. When I did talk, it felt like people were stabbing knives down my throat. Now you might not believe this, but it's very painful for me to go a whole day without talking to a single soul. My family probably enjoyed the peace and quiet, but it was pure torture for me. Heck I couldn't even get my anger out by yelling at my brothers. The most frustrating part was, that the rest of me felt absolutely fine. It was just that dumb throat. And because of that dumb throat I couldn't go anywhere abd couldn't do anything because I just plain couldn't focus, so I spent most of the day moping around, taking zinc tablets, and trying not to die of pure pent-up frustration. I went to bed that night certain that the next day would be better....
Well to put it bluntly, it wasn't. I woke up in the middle of the night (again) with every muscle in my body aching. I mean I was radiating ache. On top of it all, it hurt to swallow because my throat muscles were so tight, my nose was clogged up, and I felt like I'd just emerged from a painful boxing match. When morning finally came, I could hardly drag myself out of bed. I kept sitting up, falling back down, sleeping for ten more minutes, and then repeating the cycle until I finally dragged myself downstairs. I probably looked like some freaky monster who had been pushed around an awful lot, because I sure felt like one. Gosh I felt like a messed up piece of crap.
Luckily, I've been getting better as the day has gone one. My sore throat's basically gone, the tightness is a little better, and I'm not as achy or tired. I am still pretty darn mad about the whole thing though. I was supposed to start voice lessons back up today, but because of that stupid ailment that will remain nameless I wasn't able to. Plus, seeing as how I had to miss half a day of school today and half a day yesterday, I'm already behind and it's only the first week! What a lame start to the school year.*sigh* oh well. That's life I guess. Plus since I'm a workaholic I should have no problem catching up. (I hope.) And at least it wasn't swine flu. Now that would have been a disaster for a hypochondriac like me.....
Later
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Forgetful Me
The other day, my grandpa came to pick me and my brothers up to take us over to their house for dinner. A simple event that should surely have no complications involved. Think again (after all, when you're dealing with the likes of me nothing is simple). Anyways, my mom (who had been at my granparents' house all day), had called me earlier to tell me to bring some brown rice that we had over to my grandparents' house so that she could fix it for dinner. Easy enough for a person who remembers almost everything (note the word "almost") she's supposed to. (I particularly have an uncanny knack for remembering names and birthdays, so don't feel creeped out or think that I'm a freaky stalker or something if I remember your birthday after only having been told once...)
Moving on, my grandpa showed up a little earlier than usual. So flustered old me grabbed my purse, ran out the door, ran back in the house to grab a book (that I've read about a million times just for the record) and ran back out again. Then I ran back to the door again to lock in. When I finally made it to the van and we pulled out, I did something pretty stupid. I started reading in the car. You'd think that I'd know better by now...If you don't know this already, I get carsick rather easily. (When I was little I threw up twice in the car. Just thought that needed to be said....). So me + reading in the car = disaster. I don't puke or anything, but I start feeling really wierd. The words spin in front of my eyes, my head feels like it's going to explode with nausea, and I have to close my eyes, curl up in a ball (all while buckled up) and pretend I'm anywhere but the vehicle. Well, like a true dunce, I told myself that I'd be fine. Well, I wasn't. I started feeling very ill, and when the book went into a discussion of food I had to shut the book very quickly....So it was sitting in the car, hunched up in a ball, feeling not so well at all, that I remembered something crucial; I had forgotten the brown rice. Impossible. How could this be?? I never forget anything. (Really. It's true.) I determined that I must have forgotten because my grandpa had showed up so early and flustered me. But that didn't really solve the problem. I really didn't know if my Mom would really kill me for forgetting the brown rice, but I didn't really want to find out. So my poor grandpa had to drive allll the way back to the house (we were about 20 minutes out). He probably wanted to kill me at this point, but he's too nice to say anything....
When we arrived at the house, I opened the garage door and raced inside. It was then that I realized I had done it again; I had locked the door leading to the house from the garage, which meant I had to use a key to get in. My grandpa had my mom's key ring at this time (long, unimportant story) so I figured the house key had to be somewhere on it. So my grandpa and I spent the next five minutes attempting (and mostly failing) to locate the correct key to that door. I think we tried about every key on the dang key ring. It's a good thing no random pass-er-bys happend to see us. They probably thought we were burglars or something. A pair of pathetic burglars at that, but you never know who's a burglar and who's not these days....Anyways, we finally got in, and I raced for the pantry. I searched that pantry high and low, and still no sign of the brown rice. The only thing I knew at this point was that my stomach was growling ferociously, and a box of all natural chocolate cake icing sitting in the pantry was staring me right in the face. I figured my grandpa would think I had really lost it if I started making cake icing at such a time as this, so I quickly shut the pantry door. I then called my mom, who informed me that the brown rice was in the refrigerator. As I grabbed the brown rice and headed for the door, I muttered to myself, "This brown rice sure as heck better be excellent."....
So there you have it. Another one of my endless stories about how dumb I can be sometimes....;) Aside from that, nothing much else has really been going on, but this week is going to be really busy. For one thing I'm starting school tomorrow, plus our homeschool group is having an orientation thing tomorrow. Then Thursday I'm finally starting voice lessons again! =]
Later
Moving on, my grandpa showed up a little earlier than usual. So flustered old me grabbed my purse, ran out the door, ran back in the house to grab a book (that I've read about a million times just for the record) and ran back out again. Then I ran back to the door again to lock in. When I finally made it to the van and we pulled out, I did something pretty stupid. I started reading in the car. You'd think that I'd know better by now...If you don't know this already, I get carsick rather easily. (When I was little I threw up twice in the car. Just thought that needed to be said....). So me + reading in the car = disaster. I don't puke or anything, but I start feeling really wierd. The words spin in front of my eyes, my head feels like it's going to explode with nausea, and I have to close my eyes, curl up in a ball (all while buckled up) and pretend I'm anywhere but the vehicle. Well, like a true dunce, I told myself that I'd be fine. Well, I wasn't. I started feeling very ill, and when the book went into a discussion of food I had to shut the book very quickly....So it was sitting in the car, hunched up in a ball, feeling not so well at all, that I remembered something crucial; I had forgotten the brown rice. Impossible. How could this be?? I never forget anything. (Really. It's true.) I determined that I must have forgotten because my grandpa had showed up so early and flustered me. But that didn't really solve the problem. I really didn't know if my Mom would really kill me for forgetting the brown rice, but I didn't really want to find out. So my poor grandpa had to drive allll the way back to the house (we were about 20 minutes out). He probably wanted to kill me at this point, but he's too nice to say anything....
When we arrived at the house, I opened the garage door and raced inside. It was then that I realized I had done it again; I had locked the door leading to the house from the garage, which meant I had to use a key to get in. My grandpa had my mom's key ring at this time (long, unimportant story) so I figured the house key had to be somewhere on it. So my grandpa and I spent the next five minutes attempting (and mostly failing) to locate the correct key to that door. I think we tried about every key on the dang key ring. It's a good thing no random pass-er-bys happend to see us. They probably thought we were burglars or something. A pair of pathetic burglars at that, but you never know who's a burglar and who's not these days....Anyways, we finally got in, and I raced for the pantry. I searched that pantry high and low, and still no sign of the brown rice. The only thing I knew at this point was that my stomach was growling ferociously, and a box of all natural chocolate cake icing sitting in the pantry was staring me right in the face. I figured my grandpa would think I had really lost it if I started making cake icing at such a time as this, so I quickly shut the pantry door. I then called my mom, who informed me that the brown rice was in the refrigerator. As I grabbed the brown rice and headed for the door, I muttered to myself, "This brown rice sure as heck better be excellent."....
So there you have it. Another one of my endless stories about how dumb I can be sometimes....;) Aside from that, nothing much else has really been going on, but this week is going to be really busy. For one thing I'm starting school tomorrow, plus our homeschool group is having an orientation thing tomorrow. Then Thursday I'm finally starting voice lessons again! =]
Later
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A Few Things You May Not Know About Me....
*I can not stand to stay up late. (I know, I'm a wierd teenager but I just can't help it). I can make it until about 10:45 at the latest, and then I'm just plain out. If people in my family are making noise at that late an hour, I will stick my head out of my bedroom and tell them, (in a very nice voice), to please shut their mouths. On youth trips I am always the first person to go to bed. Sorry, that's just me. If I don't get my full 8 hours,....well you don't want to know what I'm like then. Really and truly stuff of nightmares....I will make exceptions for slumber parties however. I can get pretty hyper when it comes to those, but my hyperness normally lasts till about 2 AM. Then you can just plain forget me staying up another second. I really don't know how I'm going to make it in college....*sigh*
*I hate most modern TV shows that teens are addicted to (please don't write me off as a wierdo.) I like the oldies: Andy Griffith, Cosby, Columbo (I'M MAJORLY ADDICTED TO THAT SHOW), and stuff like that (though I will confess a weakness for So You Think You Can Dance. Great show, great show ;) ).
*I've become a bit more health conscientious over the last few months. I try to avoid all processed junk food, try to eat organics, use all natural products as much as possible, and get sunlight (which I desparately need. I'm so pale I could probably pass as a vampire). I think health is fascinating, which is probably a reason I want to go into the alternative health field. I could really talk about that kind of stuff all day. ;)
*I get frustrated very easily. I have zilch patience levels.
*I hate talking on the phone. Please just text me instead. (Notice: I will make exceptions for particularly awesome people).
*I am a proud Harry Potter addict.
*I have bad allergies. Dust, dairy, cashews, salmon, you name it and I'm probably sensitive in some way to it....*sigh*
*I love to drive. Heck, I'm even a little nostalgic for the driver's ed days *sniff sniff*
*My birthday is November 15 (repeat it to yourself until you can say it in your sleep).
Gtg, so that's it for now. ;)
*I hate most modern TV shows that teens are addicted to (please don't write me off as a wierdo.) I like the oldies: Andy Griffith, Cosby, Columbo (I'M MAJORLY ADDICTED TO THAT SHOW), and stuff like that (though I will confess a weakness for So You Think You Can Dance. Great show, great show ;) ).
*I've become a bit more health conscientious over the last few months. I try to avoid all processed junk food, try to eat organics, use all natural products as much as possible, and get sunlight (which I desparately need. I'm so pale I could probably pass as a vampire). I think health is fascinating, which is probably a reason I want to go into the alternative health field. I could really talk about that kind of stuff all day. ;)
*I get frustrated very easily. I have zilch patience levels.
*I hate talking on the phone. Please just text me instead. (Notice: I will make exceptions for particularly awesome people).
*I am a proud Harry Potter addict.
*I have bad allergies. Dust, dairy, cashews, salmon, you name it and I'm probably sensitive in some way to it....*sigh*
*I love to drive. Heck, I'm even a little nostalgic for the driver's ed days *sniff sniff*
*My birthday is November 15 (repeat it to yourself until you can say it in your sleep).
Gtg, so that's it for now. ;)
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Chorus
Well, I passed the chorus audition. Let’s just say it was about the easiest audition (okay it was the only audition) I’ve ever done. The lady in charge had told me to prepare a hymn to sing, so I prepared one and worked diligently on it for days. Let’s just say that when I work diligently on a song you can hear loud screams, bizarre sobbing noises, and the loud bang of piano keys coming from the music room (yes, I’m a bit of a perfectionist). Anyways, I brought my book of Italian arias along, just in case she decided to let me sing one of those instead. Well turns out she did. (All that diligent work on that hymn for nothing. Sorry to my poor family who had to listen to me ;) ). I sang through one page, and then she stopped me. After that she had me sing some sirens and do some echo singing. Then she gave me the thumbs up and said, "You’re in." I was pretty dang relieved. For a minute there, I was afraid she had stopped me on the Italian song because of the torture involved with listening to my voice....
The good news is that the singing was a lot of fun. We worked on Christmas carols (from the Dicken’s era) for our Christmas performance (it’s never too early to sing Christmas songs in my opinion) and the director was very good. However, there was a negative side. Virtually everyone there was younger than me. The group mainly consisted of middle school girls (and a few ones even younger). Now I’m certainly not knocking girls younger than me. Not at all. The thing is, when you’ve been taking voice lessons for 3 years and have had a lot more experience than everybody else in the group, you kind of get the feeling that you don’t fit in. So when I got home I decided to just forget the whole thing and save myself some heartache.
Well, a few days later my mom happened to be talking to the director on the phone (for some reason or another that is really too complicated to explain). My mom said that the director said (a bit confusing I know, but bear with me) that I should give it another try because 1: New things should always be given a second chance; 2: One of the girls there was actually 18 (I did not see that one coming, but oh well. I guess I shouldn’t be talking because I’m kind of young looking myself.); and 3: There was another girl who was closer to my age (15 to be exact) who was in the choir, but just didn’t happen to be there that day. Soo the bottom line is that I will be giving it another try. I hate to back out of things after only the first day, and who knows. Maybe something miraculously wonderful will happen that will end up changing my life forever. ( Well I kind of doubt that, but you really never know. ;))
The only thing I have left to say is that I can’t believe it’s the last week of summer. This really has been the fastest moving summer I can remember for a while. And you know what’s funny? This has actually been the longest break we’ve ever had from school over the summer. Odd. *sigh* ;)
The good news is that the singing was a lot of fun. We worked on Christmas carols (from the Dicken’s era) for our Christmas performance (it’s never too early to sing Christmas songs in my opinion) and the director was very good. However, there was a negative side. Virtually everyone there was younger than me. The group mainly consisted of middle school girls (and a few ones even younger). Now I’m certainly not knocking girls younger than me. Not at all. The thing is, when you’ve been taking voice lessons for 3 years and have had a lot more experience than everybody else in the group, you kind of get the feeling that you don’t fit in. So when I got home I decided to just forget the whole thing and save myself some heartache.
Well, a few days later my mom happened to be talking to the director on the phone (for some reason or another that is really too complicated to explain). My mom said that the director said (a bit confusing I know, but bear with me) that I should give it another try because 1: New things should always be given a second chance; 2: One of the girls there was actually 18 (I did not see that one coming, but oh well. I guess I shouldn’t be talking because I’m kind of young looking myself.); and 3: There was another girl who was closer to my age (15 to be exact) who was in the choir, but just didn’t happen to be there that day. Soo the bottom line is that I will be giving it another try. I hate to back out of things after only the first day, and who knows. Maybe something miraculously wonderful will happen that will end up changing my life forever. ( Well I kind of doubt that, but you really never know. ;))
The only thing I have left to say is that I can’t believe it’s the last week of summer. This really has been the fastest moving summer I can remember for a while. And you know what’s funny? This has actually been the longest break we’ve ever had from school over the summer. Odd. *sigh* ;)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Update on My Grandma, and a Few Other Things....
*My grandma is now HOME, which is a really great thing if you've ever been anywhere near a hospital. Don't get me wrong; hospitals are great and (most of the time) are very helpful. However, it looks like it's just plain not fun being in one. How in the heck are you supposed to get any sleep when nurses come in every few hours to poke on you?? Anyways, I think my grandma is in a little better shape, and is moving around (which is good). She's not as weak, but is definitely not in what I call good condition. Not only is she battling cancer, but she also has a heart problem which is giving her problems as well. Plus, a nurse will have to come by her house every day for a little while to drain more fluid off of her lungs (who would have thought such a small woman could have so much fluid). So the bottom line, she is definitely in continued need of your prayers. Thank you much.
*For those of who don't know, I hate volleyball. I really really do. Not only do I stink at it, but I am just plain terrified at the thought of playing it. I cringe away from the ball everytime it comes my direction, and whenever my old youth group suggested playing a "good ole" game of volleyball I almost started crying. So I thought it was rather funny when the volleyball coach of the homeschool group we are joining (yes, this homeschool group has a girls volleyball team and a boys basketball team) called me up earlier today. The minute I realized that she was calling to try to convince me to come to volleyball practice tomorrow, I almost busted out laughing. Trust me, no volleyball team wants me anywhere near their vicinity. Five minutes with me and they'd be running me out of town with giant knives. Anyways, I immediately started to explain to her that I was really really (beyond words) bad at volleyball. She immediately went into a long speal about how it didn't matter how good you were as long as you were having fun and getting some good physical exercise (I'm sure she would change her mind about that after seeing me play). I suppose I should have just told her the truth about my hatred of volleyball. However, I was just plain stunned, and sometimes when you are just plain stunned you don't think logically. So I told her that I would think about it, and that I would call her back if I decided to give it a try. Let's just say I won't be giving her a call back...She seemed a very nice lady, but volleyball's just not for me. Sorry folks.
*I'm kind of nervous about tomorrow evening, because I'm auditioning for a community chorus thing. Even though the auditioner said the audition would be pretty laid back, I'm still nervous because I get nervous about pretty much everything. Hey I would get nervous singing in front of stuffed animals. ;) I just hope that I make it, because the first rehearsal is right after my audition. Soo at least I won't be kept in anticipation for very long. *sigh* Sometimes I feel like my whole life is one nervewracking endeavor right after the other. But oh well. Guess I'll just get over it. ;)
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*For those of who don't know, I hate volleyball. I really really do. Not only do I stink at it, but I am just plain terrified at the thought of playing it. I cringe away from the ball everytime it comes my direction, and whenever my old youth group suggested playing a "good ole" game of volleyball I almost started crying. So I thought it was rather funny when the volleyball coach of the homeschool group we are joining (yes, this homeschool group has a girls volleyball team and a boys basketball team) called me up earlier today. The minute I realized that she was calling to try to convince me to come to volleyball practice tomorrow, I almost busted out laughing. Trust me, no volleyball team wants me anywhere near their vicinity. Five minutes with me and they'd be running me out of town with giant knives. Anyways, I immediately started to explain to her that I was really really (beyond words) bad at volleyball. She immediately went into a long speal about how it didn't matter how good you were as long as you were having fun and getting some good physical exercise (I'm sure she would change her mind about that after seeing me play). I suppose I should have just told her the truth about my hatred of volleyball. However, I was just plain stunned, and sometimes when you are just plain stunned you don't think logically. So I told her that I would think about it, and that I would call her back if I decided to give it a try. Let's just say I won't be giving her a call back...She seemed a very nice lady, but volleyball's just not for me. Sorry folks.
*I'm kind of nervous about tomorrow evening, because I'm auditioning for a community chorus thing. Even though the auditioner said the audition would be pretty laid back, I'm still nervous because I get nervous about pretty much everything. Hey I would get nervous singing in front of stuffed animals. ;) I just hope that I make it, because the first rehearsal is right after my audition. Soo at least I won't be kept in anticipation for very long. *sigh* Sometimes I feel like my whole life is one nervewracking endeavor right after the other. But oh well. Guess I'll just get over it. ;)
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