Imagine if you will:

It's about 11:30pm. You walk into a spacious room. At one end of the room is a little white desk. At this desk sits a young girl. Snuggled back in the office chair she types madly as the words fly out of her head onto the document in front of her. She is constantly referring back to the papers scattered to the right of her computer. The left side is stark in comparison with a jar of pencils and a green mug, that once had tea in it. However, it has been empty for at least an hour now.


The girl herself is quite a sight to see. Her hair is tossed up onto her head held down only be a few pins. It seems to fly out in every direction. It is as wild as her typing. She reaches for the empty cup and lifts it to her lips for the tenth time, and blushes (though no one is around) as she remembers that its contents are long gone.

Finally, with an aching head, but almost an entire 6 page essay revised she leans back sighs and smiles, saves her work, sorts her papers into their specific color categories. She gets ready to go to  bed, but as a second thought she decides to blog one final post before she goes to bed.

So she does. :)

P.S. I would post some funny pictures, but blogspot is being stupid and won't let me. :) Love you all dearly. :) <3

Don't have much time for anything. :)

I've uploaded the pictures from our hike up Roxyanne and I've added 30 photos to the Almost, Maine album. I'm off to rehearsal.

A Bientot! :) :)

So many things to do. Almost too many things to do. :) But God is so very good. :)

Today, I studied my SATS, took the 1 of 2 Physics Semester finals, read, finished my application for PHC, and then went to speech. Speech was awesome! I was frustrated because I didn't do as well as I wanted. We were supposed to get up and talk about we liked in school, and I.... ::laughs:: I'm silly. It was my first night. I'll hopefully get better.

Now, I'm happily situated with a cup of tea and a french movie. What a lovely day.

Pictures of our escapade to Roxyanne will be posted soon. :)

Love you all dearly.

I think I can claim that phrase. Even if I can't, I do. :)

::pauses then chuckles::

:)

My favorite artist right now is Andrew Peterson, mainly because of Dancing in the Minefields, but also because of this recent discovery. 

Oh, and btw, I really really really don't like Mexican food (It's the food that makes me the sickest), so that contributed to my love for this song. :) :) :)

My dear friend Lauren Revealy shared this song. It's so very sweet. :)


Well I was 19 you were 21
The year we got engaged
Everyone said we were much to young
But we did it anyway
We got the rings for 40 each from a pawnshop down the road
We said our vows and took the leap now 15 years ago

Chorus:
We went dancing in the minefields
We went sailing in the storm
And it was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise was for

Well ‘I do’ are the two most famous last words
The beginning of the end
But to lose your life for another I’ve heard is a good place to begin
Cause the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down
And I believe it’s an easy price for the life that we have found

Chorus:
And we’re dancing in the minefields
We’re went sailing in the storm
And it was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise was for
That’s what the promise is for

Bridge:
So when I lose my way, find me
When I lose loves chains, bind me
At the end of all my faith
to the end of all my days
when I forget my name, remind me

Cause we bear the light of the son of man
So there’s nothing left to fear
So I’ll walk with you in the shadow lands
Till the shadows disappear
Cause he promised not to leave us
And his promises are true
So in the face of this chaos baby
I can dance with you

Chorus:
So lets go dancing in the minefields
Lets go sailing in the storms
Oh lets go dancing in the minefields
And kicking down the doors
Oh lets go dancing in the minefields
And sailing in the storms
Oh this is harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise if for
That’s what the promise is for

My lovely grandparents (the ones from Switzerland) have now been here with us for three weeks. I have been so blessed to watch my grandma clean everything tiny thing she can get her hands on. My grandpa is a hoot! He puts sugar on everything. Salad, brownies, juice, fruit, meat. Everything. :) It's been really cool to be living in a home where Swiss is spoken more than english. These are just a few quotes. Some of the ones said my grandparents aren't as funny when you write them down, but here they are. :)

Dear friends,

Normally I don't post things like this, but I thought it was oh so clever, and I giggled my head off. :) :) :)

George Bush, Queen Elizabeth, and Vladimir Putin all die and go to hell. While there, they spy a red phone and ask what the phone is for. The devil tells them it is for calling back to Earth. 

Putin asks to call Russia and talks for 5 minutes. When he is finished  the devil informs him that the cost is a million dollars, so Putin writes him a check. Next Queen Elizabeth calls England and talks for 30 minutes. When she is finished the devil informs her that the cost is 6 million dollars, so she writes him a check. Finally George Bush gets his turn and talks for 4 hours. When he is finished the devil informs him that the cost is $5.00.  

When Putin hears this he goes ballistic and asks the devil why Bush got to call the USA so cheaply. 

The devil smiles and replies: "Since Obama took over, the country has gone to hell, so it's a local call."

God Bless America

:)

Well guys, this is it. :)

Y'all have been so very encouraging as far as my music composition goes so I'm going to try to run with it. I've started recording songs on my keyboard and then singing along to them. I really doubt it will go anywhere, but we'll see what the Lord does with it. This is where YOU come in. ;) :) If you would be so kind as to share the video with as many people as you can: Facebook (I don't have one), Twitter, Email, MySpace (Do people still do that). Basically I'm want to get my stuff out there and see what happens. Thank you all again for being so sweet and putting up with my plunking. :)

Here's my first song. It's my most recent. Also, that is the channel where I'll be posting all my songs so if you want to be EXTRA lovely and subscribe I would be totally thrilled. :)

Love you dearly

Lemonade <-------- CLICK IT!!! :) :) :)

God has brought all these wonderful little things into my life: Good fellowship, chocolate, strawberry frozen yogurt, trips to Harry & David, and so so so much more.

And he keeps giving!!!!! It's..... ::shakes head:: incredible. He cares for me so much. And he gives me new hope every day.

For a while I was a realist. As a dear friend once said,

"A realist is a pessimist who doesn't want to admit it." 

 However, when faced by God's overwhelming outpouring of blessings in the midst of despair, I don't understand how anyone could be an optimist.

I'm what you call an extreme optimist; I'm just happy I have a glass of lemonade. :)

"Life (God) gave me lemonade and I can't imagine why." -Lemonade: Chris Rice

Almost, Maine: Album

"The wise woman does what she knows. If it's fighting she fights, if it's sewing she sews, when the tension inside of her flows and goes too far." -Songs For A New World.

What a day this has been. :) After working on school 9 hours a day, studying for my sats (3hrs. a day), and going through *hell week, I woke up this morning and thought, "ENOUGH!" I slept so I could remember what that was, then I crawled out of bed at 8, sat through my english class, checked my emails, and by 1, was not feeling much better. THEN, I remembered how fond I was of baking, and of how relaxing it was.

So here I am, with Betty Crocker's Double Chocolate Cake in the oven, and a Cocoa Fudge Cake, ready to go, and I am feeling much better. :) Singing and baking make a lovely combination. :)

*Hell week: (n.) A common phrase referring to the tech week of a play or musical. The origins are unknown but may have to do with the fact that going through this week is like hell. 2) Also known as "week of hell."

Funny Story: I started making the Cocoa Fudge Cake and half way through realized I was reading the wrong recipe (German Chocolate Cake). This is how it went.

Me: Mom, I accidentally started making the wrong recipe. So I've doubled everything. I can still make the cake, but it would be easier to throw it out.

Mom: NO!!!!!! We canNOT throw that out. Let's make it into cookies.

Me: Ummm, that won't work.

Mom: Well we can't throw it out.

Me: Ok, how about this. I'll put what I have in a plastic container, stick it in the fridge, and make cookies with it later. Then in two weeks, I'll go into the fridge and say "Oh, I forgot to make the cookies," and THEN we can throw it out.

Mom: ::pause:: Ok. :) :) :) :)

Yes it is a bit much. But I promised I would post the pictures, and I wanted to have fun with them. :)

Belle likes having fun with poses. :) There were some awesome pictures, but they got deleted. :-/













Cheezy? Yes. Gorgeous? Yes. Soooo much fun? Yes. :) :) :)

The Lemons: Meg and I took 200 pictures, some of which even I thought were gorgeous. (All the ones of meg were fantastic as always) Anyway, my computer decided to be stupid and delete all but about 30. 


The Lemonade: We have an excuse to get together and take more pictures. :)

As I was walking down out street I noticed that almost every house is for sale, and this is what I conjured up.