*contended sigh* I have so many books to read right now. I am planning on rereading The Door Within series, along with The Inheritance cycle, and The Daughters of Blessing series, but right now I am rereading... *drumroll* The Lord of the Rings!!!! (It deserves those extra exclamation points =D)
I have only read The Lord of the Rings like once, all three books, from cover to cover; but I have reread my favorite parts of the trilogy numerous times. I just started The Fellowship of the Ring this morning because I had a long car ride.
I had to go to this honor ceremony thing that I was invited to (along with my older brother) because I scored "exceptionally high" on this test I took...yadda yadda. I wasn't too excited about going...but the whole thing was overall okay. I was extremely nervous that I would like trip up on stage or something and embarrass myself in front of a ton of people, but nothing of the sort happened. *wipe brow in relief*
Me and some other kids (there was only one other girl...and she didn't look very friendly, so I just stood by myself) lined up and walked into this auditorium, and sat in the front row. The other kids in different grades sat behind us. The parents/ teachers/ relatives (a.k.a. the audience) sat in the rest of the seats behind the students. There was a big stage, with flowers and a pulpit, and all these chairs, in which sat honored teachers and important people.
For the first hour, people in really formal clothing stood behind the pulpit and lectured everybody on the "importance of learning" and how this was "a key to which opened many doors" and how we needed to "study hard"...I enjoyed the first forty-five minutes of the speaking, but after a while, it got a little boring. My favorite part was when this young man stood up and spoke; he had just graduated from highschool, and he had won all these awards and had even met the president, and was accepted into Harvard (which is one of the best colleges there are in the United States)...in short, he was really really really smart. The woman who introduced him heaped a ton of flattery on him; I could tell he was just a little bit embarrassed on how she set him up on this kind of pedastal.
After all the people were done talking, each student was called up to walk on stage, get a medal, shake hands with these people, and receive a certificate. So this woman called my name, I walked across a seemingly endless distance of stage, bent my head, got this medal hung around my neck, shook hands with another woman who was extremely smart (she had won all these awards), shook hands with another guy who was smart, got a certificate from him, and walked off the stage, and up these stairs and out of the auditorium. Then I got my picture taken, and then went back into the auditorium to watch the rest of the students get awards.
Then, when everyone was finished, we got to go get a cookie and juice, and this gift bag (in which contained a variety of things...among which was this REALLY awesome pen!), and then we left. That was at like eleven thirty. My family and I went to Red Robin, and then went home. We got home at about one o'clock, and then I sat in my room for three hours and listened to music, read The Fellowship of the Ring (a lot...), painted my nails, did my hair, and just generally sat around. I finally went back down, and here I am on the computer.
How did you guess, I need to go edit some more.
Until next post,
Bekah
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Happy Birthday!
Okay, the purpose of this post is to say 'Happy Birthday' to my sis, Abby! She is turning nine years old.
Today, at seven o'clock in the morning, Mom, Josh, Me, Abby, and Peter went to Perkins, in our PJs; well, all except Mom. Then we went to this church that we do our co-op in, and cleaned up. I got all wet when washing tables, because every kid washing tables took it into their heads to spray me... *sigh* :D Me and my friend did various odd jobs around the church, then had a picnic lunch with the rest of the families, and then played kick ball. It was pretty cool.
Oh, I would also like to summarize yesterday. Yesterday, I did slight amounts of school before jumping in our car with the rest of my family and driving to our friends' house. They drove us, along with Hannah and her sister Chloe, to this survival/ archery class.
We got there, and, after some confusion, made our way to the main checking-in place. We sat down after checking in and talked until it was time to start. My group (which consisted of all the kids from co-op...well all the kids that were there ;D) sat inside and learned some basic survival skills, and what you need to survive in what kind of situations. The other group went outside to do archery. Then my group went outside, with tarp, matches, striker, and newspaper, and split into four smaller groups. Each group had to build a shelter in ten minutes. My group's shelter was a complete failure. It was lousy. Some people actually did really good though. Then each group had to build their own fire. The leaders just gave us some instructions, and sent us off to collect 200+ small twigs, ball up newspaper, and actually start the fire. I was surprised that they actually let all the kids free with the matches, and no supervision. With the matches and all. There were no accidents or anything, but there could have been. My group started the fire, kept it going, and boiled water. The leaders didn't even expect us to start the fire. It was awesome. I actually did burn myself though, because I picked up the metal pot that we boiled water in before it had cooled.
Then everyone went back and ate lunch. I named my little cheddar bunny Nemo, and then everyone started naming their food, and it got pretty insane. Hannah kept saying, "What have you done?" to me, watching her younger sister and mine play with their food. Heehee.
After lunch, we went to archery and let me just say this: IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! The string from the bow kept hitting my arm, and the guy gave me a wristguard. That happened at camp, even to the extent that I had to go to the nurse, 'cause my arm was all bruised and bleeding. The thing was that my camp's wristguards were pretty lame, and the string kept getting caught in the leather wristguards, and the arrow would go shooting off into the woods, way off target, and I'd have to go look for twenty minutes...But this guy's wristguards were AWESOME; it totally protected my arm.
Okay, well I'm gonna go write some more.
Later,
Bekah
Today, at seven o'clock in the morning, Mom, Josh, Me, Abby, and Peter went to Perkins, in our PJs; well, all except Mom. Then we went to this church that we do our co-op in, and cleaned up. I got all wet when washing tables, because every kid washing tables took it into their heads to spray me... *sigh* :D Me and my friend did various odd jobs around the church, then had a picnic lunch with the rest of the families, and then played kick ball. It was pretty cool.
Oh, I would also like to summarize yesterday. Yesterday, I did slight amounts of school before jumping in our car with the rest of my family and driving to our friends' house. They drove us, along with Hannah and her sister Chloe, to this survival/ archery class.
We got there, and, after some confusion, made our way to the main checking-in place. We sat down after checking in and talked until it was time to start. My group (which consisted of all the kids from co-op...well all the kids that were there ;D) sat inside and learned some basic survival skills, and what you need to survive in what kind of situations. The other group went outside to do archery. Then my group went outside, with tarp, matches, striker, and newspaper, and split into four smaller groups. Each group had to build a shelter in ten minutes. My group's shelter was a complete failure. It was lousy. Some people actually did really good though. Then each group had to build their own fire. The leaders just gave us some instructions, and sent us off to collect 200+ small twigs, ball up newspaper, and actually start the fire. I was surprised that they actually let all the kids free with the matches, and no supervision. With the matches and all. There were no accidents or anything, but there could have been. My group started the fire, kept it going, and boiled water. The leaders didn't even expect us to start the fire. It was awesome. I actually did burn myself though, because I picked up the metal pot that we boiled water in before it had cooled.
Then everyone went back and ate lunch. I named my little cheddar bunny Nemo, and then everyone started naming their food, and it got pretty insane. Hannah kept saying, "What have you done?" to me, watching her younger sister and mine play with their food. Heehee.
After lunch, we went to archery and let me just say this: IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! The string from the bow kept hitting my arm, and the guy gave me a wristguard. That happened at camp, even to the extent that I had to go to the nurse, 'cause my arm was all bruised and bleeding. The thing was that my camp's wristguards were pretty lame, and the string kept getting caught in the leather wristguards, and the arrow would go shooting off into the woods, way off target, and I'd have to go look for twenty minutes...But this guy's wristguards were AWESOME; it totally protected my arm.
Okay, well I'm gonna go write some more.
Later,
Bekah
Monday, April 13, 2009
French
Hey everyone!
So how was every body's Monday? Mine was pretty cool. I had violin today, and my teacher is leaving for ten weeks to go on this missionary thing. *Hysterical crying* no I'm not that upset, though I'm gonna miss her :(
Today my lil' sis's best friend invited her to a day at the Mall of America-I was jealous! She (my sis) got to skive off school and go hang with her bff at the funnest place in the universe! *sigh* :D jk I was excited for her.
Oh, guess what? I'm learning French. French is such a beautiful language. Okay, I don't have a teacher or anything, I'm just teaching myself off this free website. Some words in French sound just like their meaning! English has some words like that, like phlegm or thwack. They just sound like what they mean. Okay, some words in French that sound exactly like their meaning: les parents (parents, and it is pronounced: lee baho), un enfant (you guessed it: infant, and it is pronounced: un nofo), comprendre (you're right! To understand. Pronounced: cohpawndon), un mouvement, (exactly. A movement. Pronounced: un movemoe), un point (right again. Easy, isn't it? It means a point. Pronounced: un proyn) and, finally, un combat (a fight. Pronounced: un combaht). One word I just like is: mourir (to die. Pronounced: mow-rear).
Les Misérables [French for The Miserables and is pronouced: Lay mizarob] is just a spectacular book. Victor Hugo has such a way with words! *faint* :D It's one thousand, four hundred and some pages-an extremely vast book. I'm on page *screw up face* about...three hundred eighty five or something around there.
For those who don't know what Les Misérables is about, here's a synopsis. There's this ex-convict named Jean Valjean. He is released after nineteen years spent in prison, just for stealing a loaf of bread for his starving family. Valjean, worn from his long journey, fresh out of jail, knocks on a kind bishop named Myriel's door. Myriel lets him in, and gives him bed and board. In the middle of the night, Valjean gets up and steals Myriel's silver candlesticks and his solid-silver silverware. He is caught by some policemen, and brought before Myriel. Myriel says, "Why, I gave these to him! Release him! He stole nothing from me." When the policemen leave, Myriel says to Valjean, "With this silver, I have bought your soul from the Devil, and have given it back to God." Valjean then leaves the bishop of Digne, and walks along the highway to Montriel-sur-mer (or something like that :D). On the way, he meets a boy and steals a forty-piece franc from him. Valjean is horrified by what he has done, right after he was given such grace, too, and tries to find the boy from whom he stole. He fails. Valjean then goes to a town and becomes mayor, and incredibly rich. In short, Valjean turned his life around. However, his highway robbery was enough to land him in jail for the rest of his life, and so Valjean changed his name to Madeleine. Under this identity he hid for almost eight years.
Now there is this inspector named Javert, who is out to get Valjean. Javert is a troubled man, one of Valjean's jailors in the nineteen years he previously spent in a hard-labor prison. He lives by the rules, and the rules alone. Grace and mercy is nonexistent in his life. Javert has searched for Valjean for eight years, just because Valjean stole a coin. Which is wrong, but Javert is a pathetic figure, enhanced by his desperate want to send Valjean to jail.
Okay, anyway, Valjean stumbles upon Javert sending a woman named Fantine to jail. Fantine had had snow shoved down her dress by a citizen, and had struck out against the man, named Monseiur Bollabouis, or something like that. Javert had witnessed her attack and sentenced her to six months in a jail.
Now Fantine has a daughter named Cosette. Fantine had no husband, and she was shunned in her society because of it. Fantine had needed someone to care for Cosette, and had entrusted her in the care of a couple with the surname of Thénadier. Or maybe it's Thenadiér. Yeah, the accented é is the second 'e'. Sorry. Well anyway, Thenadiér is very greedy. He demands a high pay, like twelve francs per month. Fantine has no source of money, so she turns to prostitution. So, Valjean stumbles upon Fantine getting carted off to jail. Fantine cut off her hair and pulled out her front teeth for money. Valjean felt great pity for her, and demanded her release. He had power, so Javert had to give in, even when Fantine spit in Valjean's face. Valjean cares for Fantine, who is really really sick, and sends money to Thenadiér to care for Cosette, paying Fantine's debt. Thenadiér realizes that Fantine got money, and so pretends like Cosette is really sick, so that he could get more money. Thenadiér has no goal in life except to get rich.
Valjean hears about this man named Champtheiu who is mistaken for Valjean, the convict. Champtheiu is condemned to life-long work in the same labor camp that the real Valjean worked in for nineteen years. Madeleine (the REAL Jean Valjean), after an intense internal struggle that must have taken Hugo (the author) twenty pages to describe, at the least, goes to the court and sheds his skin of Monseiur Madeleine, and becomes Jean Valjean. He is arrested.
Fantine is desperately sick, and she believes that Madeleine had gone to get her daughter. That fact was the only thing that kept her alive. Madeleine rushes back after he revealed his identity and Champtheiu had been released, and she dies of shock when she realizes that Monsieur Madeliene did not have her daughter. Javert comes, and arrestes Valjean. He escapes from jail by breaking through the window or something like that. Valjean goes to Thenadiér and takes Cosette.
He brings her into Paris, or some big city, and rears her, once again hiding under a fake name, cowering from the police, but being kind and merciful to everyone he meets. You must understand that Valjean is a very godly man now.
Cosette grows up, and falls in love with a revolutioner, Muirius. Valjean has not told her anything about her mother or himself being a convict, or why he hid from the police. In turn, Cosette tells him nothing about Muirius.
But, beware of Javert! He puts all his time and energy into once again finding Valjean and landing him in jail for life. Meanwhile, Javert has spies, and sends them to watch Muirius, for he is a dangerous upriser, who is trying to stir France into rebelling against the King. The spy tells him about Cosette, and how Muirius meets her every night outside in the park, regardless of the weather. Javert decides to tell Cosette's father about her being "seduced by a dangerous revolutioner named Muirius." He has no idea that Cosette's father is Jean Valjean.
Javert goes to Valjean's house and leaves him a note, for Valjean saw him coming and hid, frantically telling Cosette to tell Javert that he is gone. Cosette, suspicious but dutiful, obeys. Javert leaves, none the wiser. Then Cosette goes to her father and demands to know why he cringes from Javert like a rabbit before a lion.
Valjean is forced into telling Cosette everything-about Fantine, prison, robbery-everything. Then he reads the note about Muirius.
Murius, meanwhile, is planning a revolution, an uprising, a mob attack on the King's men. Valjean prepares to flee, both from the violence and Javert, with his daughter.
On the night of the uprising, Murius goes to meet Cosette for the last time. Javert, waiting in hiding, captures them both. Of course, Muirius manages to wriggle away and grabs Javert's gun, bringing him back to the rebels' camp for destruction, for Javert, informed by his spy, warned the King's men of the uprising, and the King was prepared.
Cosette runs to Valjean and tells him of Javert's capture. Valjean goes to the rebel camp and offers to kill Javert. Valjean takes him into the alley, has a conversation with him, and then shoots up in the air, releasing Javert, even though Javert told him that he would not stop hunting the convict until he died or Valjean was in jail.
Then, Valjean takes Muirius and tells him to go to Cosette. When they both reach their home, Javert re-captures Valjean (or something, I can't really remember, I haven't read the book before, just watched the movies of it. Javert DOES capture Valjean though. But how he went about doing that flees from my mind right now.) Valjean goes with Javert to serve his life sentence in jail, leaving Muirius and Cosette together. Before Javert turns him in, however, he talks to Valjean by the side of a river. Javert cannot live with mercy. He cannot live with grace.
Javert takes off Valjean's handcuffs, and re-cuffs himself. With a face as grave as a gargoyle's (:D that's a stupid comparison), Javert stands on the edge of the river, and falls in, drowning himself.
Valjean walks away, back to Cosette and Muirius-a free man.
It is one of the greatest stories of all time. In fact, excluding the Bible, it is the best book I have ever read in my life. It is a wonderful story of mercy and redemption, of godliness against evil. It challenges the reader to lead a better life. I highly recommend reading it.
:D that "synopsis" was really lengthy-I apologize. I have left out many main points of Hugo's Les Misérables, and reading my synopsis won't make up for missing the book. Again, if you can, read the book-it is highly worth it. I, right now, am at the part when Valjean's about to rescue Cosette from the Thenadiér's.
~~~
We live on a golf course, and I love playing golf! Since I have glasses, its a lot easier to play the game. My whole family, up to my great grandad or even furthur, has played golf. It runs in my blood :D
I might go out to play tonight, but it's almost seven o'clock, so its a little late for a few holes...but who knows?
Love to y'all,
Bekah
So how was every body's Monday? Mine was pretty cool. I had violin today, and my teacher is leaving for ten weeks to go on this missionary thing. *Hysterical crying* no I'm not that upset, though I'm gonna miss her :(
Today my lil' sis's best friend invited her to a day at the Mall of America-I was jealous! She (my sis) got to skive off school and go hang with her bff at the funnest place in the universe! *sigh* :D jk I was excited for her.
Oh, guess what? I'm learning French. French is such a beautiful language. Okay, I don't have a teacher or anything, I'm just teaching myself off this free website. Some words in French sound just like their meaning! English has some words like that, like phlegm or thwack. They just sound like what they mean. Okay, some words in French that sound exactly like their meaning: les parents (parents, and it is pronounced: lee baho), un enfant (you guessed it: infant, and it is pronounced: un nofo), comprendre (you're right! To understand. Pronounced: cohpawndon), un mouvement, (exactly. A movement. Pronounced: un movemoe), un point (right again. Easy, isn't it? It means a point. Pronounced: un proyn) and, finally, un combat (a fight. Pronounced: un combaht). One word I just like is: mourir (to die. Pronounced: mow-rear).
Les Misérables [French for The Miserables and is pronouced: Lay mizarob] is just a spectacular book. Victor Hugo has such a way with words! *faint* :D It's one thousand, four hundred and some pages-an extremely vast book. I'm on page *screw up face* about...three hundred eighty five or something around there.
For those who don't know what Les Misérables is about, here's a synopsis. There's this ex-convict named Jean Valjean. He is released after nineteen years spent in prison, just for stealing a loaf of bread for his starving family. Valjean, worn from his long journey, fresh out of jail, knocks on a kind bishop named Myriel's door. Myriel lets him in, and gives him bed and board. In the middle of the night, Valjean gets up and steals Myriel's silver candlesticks and his solid-silver silverware. He is caught by some policemen, and brought before Myriel. Myriel says, "Why, I gave these to him! Release him! He stole nothing from me." When the policemen leave, Myriel says to Valjean, "With this silver, I have bought your soul from the Devil, and have given it back to God." Valjean then leaves the bishop of Digne, and walks along the highway to Montriel-sur-mer (or something like that :D). On the way, he meets a boy and steals a forty-piece franc from him. Valjean is horrified by what he has done, right after he was given such grace, too, and tries to find the boy from whom he stole. He fails. Valjean then goes to a town and becomes mayor, and incredibly rich. In short, Valjean turned his life around. However, his highway robbery was enough to land him in jail for the rest of his life, and so Valjean changed his name to Madeleine. Under this identity he hid for almost eight years.
Now there is this inspector named Javert, who is out to get Valjean. Javert is a troubled man, one of Valjean's jailors in the nineteen years he previously spent in a hard-labor prison. He lives by the rules, and the rules alone. Grace and mercy is nonexistent in his life. Javert has searched for Valjean for eight years, just because Valjean stole a coin. Which is wrong, but Javert is a pathetic figure, enhanced by his desperate want to send Valjean to jail.
Okay, anyway, Valjean stumbles upon Javert sending a woman named Fantine to jail. Fantine had had snow shoved down her dress by a citizen, and had struck out against the man, named Monseiur Bollabouis, or something like that. Javert had witnessed her attack and sentenced her to six months in a jail.
Now Fantine has a daughter named Cosette. Fantine had no husband, and she was shunned in her society because of it. Fantine had needed someone to care for Cosette, and had entrusted her in the care of a couple with the surname of Thénadier. Or maybe it's Thenadiér. Yeah, the accented é is the second 'e'. Sorry. Well anyway, Thenadiér is very greedy. He demands a high pay, like twelve francs per month. Fantine has no source of money, so she turns to prostitution. So, Valjean stumbles upon Fantine getting carted off to jail. Fantine cut off her hair and pulled out her front teeth for money. Valjean felt great pity for her, and demanded her release. He had power, so Javert had to give in, even when Fantine spit in Valjean's face. Valjean cares for Fantine, who is really really sick, and sends money to Thenadiér to care for Cosette, paying Fantine's debt. Thenadiér realizes that Fantine got money, and so pretends like Cosette is really sick, so that he could get more money. Thenadiér has no goal in life except to get rich.
Valjean hears about this man named Champtheiu who is mistaken for Valjean, the convict. Champtheiu is condemned to life-long work in the same labor camp that the real Valjean worked in for nineteen years. Madeleine (the REAL Jean Valjean), after an intense internal struggle that must have taken Hugo (the author) twenty pages to describe, at the least, goes to the court and sheds his skin of Monseiur Madeleine, and becomes Jean Valjean. He is arrested.
Fantine is desperately sick, and she believes that Madeleine had gone to get her daughter. That fact was the only thing that kept her alive. Madeleine rushes back after he revealed his identity and Champtheiu had been released, and she dies of shock when she realizes that Monsieur Madeliene did not have her daughter. Javert comes, and arrestes Valjean. He escapes from jail by breaking through the window or something like that. Valjean goes to Thenadiér and takes Cosette.
He brings her into Paris, or some big city, and rears her, once again hiding under a fake name, cowering from the police, but being kind and merciful to everyone he meets. You must understand that Valjean is a very godly man now.
Cosette grows up, and falls in love with a revolutioner, Muirius. Valjean has not told her anything about her mother or himself being a convict, or why he hid from the police. In turn, Cosette tells him nothing about Muirius.
But, beware of Javert! He puts all his time and energy into once again finding Valjean and landing him in jail for life. Meanwhile, Javert has spies, and sends them to watch Muirius, for he is a dangerous upriser, who is trying to stir France into rebelling against the King. The spy tells him about Cosette, and how Muirius meets her every night outside in the park, regardless of the weather. Javert decides to tell Cosette's father about her being "seduced by a dangerous revolutioner named Muirius." He has no idea that Cosette's father is Jean Valjean.
Javert goes to Valjean's house and leaves him a note, for Valjean saw him coming and hid, frantically telling Cosette to tell Javert that he is gone. Cosette, suspicious but dutiful, obeys. Javert leaves, none the wiser. Then Cosette goes to her father and demands to know why he cringes from Javert like a rabbit before a lion.
Valjean is forced into telling Cosette everything-about Fantine, prison, robbery-everything. Then he reads the note about Muirius.
Murius, meanwhile, is planning a revolution, an uprising, a mob attack on the King's men. Valjean prepares to flee, both from the violence and Javert, with his daughter.
On the night of the uprising, Murius goes to meet Cosette for the last time. Javert, waiting in hiding, captures them both. Of course, Muirius manages to wriggle away and grabs Javert's gun, bringing him back to the rebels' camp for destruction, for Javert, informed by his spy, warned the King's men of the uprising, and the King was prepared.
Cosette runs to Valjean and tells him of Javert's capture. Valjean goes to the rebel camp and offers to kill Javert. Valjean takes him into the alley, has a conversation with him, and then shoots up in the air, releasing Javert, even though Javert told him that he would not stop hunting the convict until he died or Valjean was in jail.
Then, Valjean takes Muirius and tells him to go to Cosette. When they both reach their home, Javert re-captures Valjean (or something, I can't really remember, I haven't read the book before, just watched the movies of it. Javert DOES capture Valjean though. But how he went about doing that flees from my mind right now.) Valjean goes with Javert to serve his life sentence in jail, leaving Muirius and Cosette together. Before Javert turns him in, however, he talks to Valjean by the side of a river. Javert cannot live with mercy. He cannot live with grace.
Javert takes off Valjean's handcuffs, and re-cuffs himself. With a face as grave as a gargoyle's (:D that's a stupid comparison), Javert stands on the edge of the river, and falls in, drowning himself.
Valjean walks away, back to Cosette and Muirius-a free man.
It is one of the greatest stories of all time. In fact, excluding the Bible, it is the best book I have ever read in my life. It is a wonderful story of mercy and redemption, of godliness against evil. It challenges the reader to lead a better life. I highly recommend reading it.
:D that "synopsis" was really lengthy-I apologize. I have left out many main points of Hugo's Les Misérables, and reading my synopsis won't make up for missing the book. Again, if you can, read the book-it is highly worth it. I, right now, am at the part when Valjean's about to rescue Cosette from the Thenadiér's.
~~~
We live on a golf course, and I love playing golf! Since I have glasses, its a lot easier to play the game. My whole family, up to my great grandad or even furthur, has played golf. It runs in my blood :D
I might go out to play tonight, but it's almost seven o'clock, so its a little late for a few holes...but who knows?
Love to y'all,
Bekah
Sunday, April 12, 2009
My Easter Sunday
Hey everyone!
How is y'all's Easter's going?
I just wanted to tell you about my spectacular one ;)
This morning, I woke up, dressed into these nice clothes, ate a colored hard-boiled egg, then went to church with my family, reading Les Misérables (VERY VERY GOOD BOOK! Lengthy, and Victor Hugo could have gotten his point across in fewer words, but VERY VERY GOOD!) on the way ;). My church's Easter and Good Friday services are just BREATH-TAKING! They made me want to *BAWL* but of course I didn't ;D. Our worship leaders (Stefan Van Voorst and Joel Hanson [both have CDs if you want to check them out-they are AWESOME singers]) do their jobs magnificently, and our pastors are just wonderful. Well anyway...then we came home, found our small baskets at home. And guess what I got in my basket? I got this real quill set where I can WRITE with a feather and ink in a bottle! It is SO awesome, and hard. Really hard. But it was FUN! :D Okay then we went to my grandma's house and watched various family members open birthday presents, and then went to this really expensive brunch place. The food was delicious, but heavy, so I didn't eat that much. Then we went to my Uncle and Aunt's house, and they have this three year old boy named Sam and he is just the cutest cousin you could ever want! I have my nails painted blue right now, and his mouth dropped when he saw my nails and he's like, horrified, "Bekah, did you dye your fingernails blue?" :D I was laughing so hard. He is just ADORABLE. And y'know its Easter and everything? So there's all this candy. So Sam just takes a pile of Hershey Kisses and unwraps one, bites off the tip, then shoves the rest in his mouth. That is how he eats every single kiss! In the *exact* same way! I told his mom, my Aunt, and she was laughing so hard. HE IS ADORABLE!
Last night I watched the Passion, and Easter and what Jesus did for us was never so real to me until after I watched that movie. I was basically bawling through the whole movie! One interesting fact was that the Devil was played by a woman-Rosalinda something-or-other. As soon as your parents decide that you are old enough to watch the Passion of the Christ (it *is* rated R), watch it. Easter will never be as real to you as it will be after you watch that movie. Okay, maybe that's an assumption, that's how it was for me, I have no idea about you.
Oh, the movie Ratatouille is so FUNNY! I'm gonna watch it for my birthday party :D
I am so full of candy... *moan* :D
Love to y'all,
Bekah
How is y'all's Easter's going?
I just wanted to tell you about my spectacular one ;)
This morning, I woke up, dressed into these nice clothes, ate a colored hard-boiled egg, then went to church with my family, reading Les Misérables (VERY VERY GOOD BOOK! Lengthy, and Victor Hugo could have gotten his point across in fewer words, but VERY VERY GOOD!) on the way ;). My church's Easter and Good Friday services are just BREATH-TAKING! They made me want to *BAWL* but of course I didn't ;D. Our worship leaders (Stefan Van Voorst and Joel Hanson [both have CDs if you want to check them out-they are AWESOME singers]) do their jobs magnificently, and our pastors are just wonderful. Well anyway...then we came home, found our small baskets at home. And guess what I got in my basket? I got this real quill set where I can WRITE with a feather and ink in a bottle! It is SO awesome, and hard. Really hard. But it was FUN! :D Okay then we went to my grandma's house and watched various family members open birthday presents, and then went to this really expensive brunch place. The food was delicious, but heavy, so I didn't eat that much. Then we went to my Uncle and Aunt's house, and they have this three year old boy named Sam and he is just the cutest cousin you could ever want! I have my nails painted blue right now, and his mouth dropped when he saw my nails and he's like, horrified, "Bekah, did you dye your fingernails blue?" :D I was laughing so hard. He is just ADORABLE. And y'know its Easter and everything? So there's all this candy. So Sam just takes a pile of Hershey Kisses and unwraps one, bites off the tip, then shoves the rest in his mouth. That is how he eats every single kiss! In the *exact* same way! I told his mom, my Aunt, and she was laughing so hard. HE IS ADORABLE!
Last night I watched the Passion, and Easter and what Jesus did for us was never so real to me until after I watched that movie. I was basically bawling through the whole movie! One interesting fact was that the Devil was played by a woman-Rosalinda something-or-other. As soon as your parents decide that you are old enough to watch the Passion of the Christ (it *is* rated R), watch it. Easter will never be as real to you as it will be after you watch that movie. Okay, maybe that's an assumption, that's how it was for me, I have no idea about you.
Oh, the movie Ratatouille is so FUNNY! I'm gonna watch it for my birthday party :D
I am so full of candy... *moan* :D
Love to y'all,
Bekah
Sunday, January 25, 2009
My Fun, Hectic, Wonderful Day
Hi peoples,
My elbows, knees and the bottoms of my feet are hurting...hurting...ouch. I have spent the whole entire afternoon doing flips, bending backwards, doing the splits, standing on my head...etc. My friend, Ruthie, is a gymnastic wonder. I have a movie of her doing this routine (that includes bending, flipping...and...more bending and flipping. lol) and front walk-overs, and back walk-overs. The movie is downloading from my camera at this very second...
So anyway...oh my gosh, know what stinks? My church is having a budget cut, so there's...NO MORE DOUGHNUTS ANYMORE! *sob* I'm so sad! I love the doughnuts that they serve after the service. It really stinks.
Oh...and one more really weird thing. So me and Ruthie were at the Community Center, and sitting on this bench talking, waiting for my mom to get done working out. And the pool (which was crammed full) was right next to us, seperated by a glass wall. So we were minding our own business, and these three guys come up and rap on the window, and make these horrible, horrible faces, then laughed so hard that their faces turned red. We (livid and outraged) got up and stalked off. It was so, so, SO maddening. *sigh*. Anyway...
I'm home alone right now, babysitting my little sister and little brother.
Soooooo, please follow my blog, and post comments. That would just be lovely, darling.
The video is uploading...uploading...uploading...the video is uploading, on my blooog. (to the tune of Row, row, row your boat.)
Okay, I've decided not to upload the movie...even if it was so cool. I'm listening to Brandon Heath, Give Me Your Eyes, to be more exact. *off-tune blaring voice* "Look down from a broken sky, traced out by the city lights. My world from a mile high, best seat in the house tonight. Touch down from a cold black top, hold on for the sudden stop, breathe in the familiar shock of confusion and caos...All those people going somewhere, why have I never cared? Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Step out on a busy street, see a girl and our eyes meet. Does her best to smile at me...to hide what's underneath. There's a man just to her right. Black suit, and a bright red tie. Too ashamed to tell his wife he's out of work, he's buying time. All those people going somewhere, why have I never cared? Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. I've been there a million times, a couple million eyes. Just watching me pass by, I swear I never thought that I was wrong. So give me a second chance to see the way you see the people all along. Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Give me your eyes, Lord, for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah..." I'm sorry. That song is so beautiful. I love that song. Brandon Heath is so awesome! I love his last name. I mean, who wouldn't like a last name that's the same name as a delicous candy bar? How cool is that? I'd rather it be...Bekah Hershey. That would be SO COOL!
So anyway...
I'm listening to it again...*contended sigh*
Addison Road rocks to. If you HAVE NOT listened to them, go to their website: http://www.addisonroad.com/
The Rubyz are awesome to: http://www.therubyz.com/
Have I already talked about these people?!? I think I have. Pardon my ravings...
I want to thank Hannah Martin and Alex Monseth for following my blog. *peer at the rest of you* and if you follow me to, you shall get a public thanks, also. So, you get to read this awesome blog, and you get a public thanks. How much better can it get? Well...a lot better. For example, you could get ten free Hershey's if you followed me...except...the problem is...is that I'd eat them and not send them to you...so...that won't work...
I used to have this brown shirt that had silver lettering on it: Hershey. In BIG block, shiny, glittery letters. In smaller, but equally glitzy: Milk Chocolate. I luved it. Unfortunately...I out-grew it. *sulky pout*
Ah...well...the trials of a girl...who is going through growth spurts...I had to clean out my wardrobe...but *delighted smile* I get new clothes. *sigh, and pout again* but then, I have to go shopping! And I have to...*horrified gasp* I have to...try on clothes! *tear* I hate trying on clothes. *sulky pout*
What was I going to say? *sigh* Ummmmmmmmm
I can't remember.
Oh, I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow...eiu...I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it...*real sigh*
Anyway...
Well...
My elbows, knees and the bottoms of my feet are hurting...hurting...ouch. I have spent the whole entire afternoon doing flips, bending backwards, doing the splits, standing on my head...etc. My friend, Ruthie, is a gymnastic wonder. I have a movie of her doing this routine (that includes bending, flipping...and...more bending and flipping. lol) and front walk-overs, and back walk-overs. The movie is downloading from my camera at this very second...
So anyway...oh my gosh, know what stinks? My church is having a budget cut, so there's...NO MORE DOUGHNUTS ANYMORE! *sob* I'm so sad! I love the doughnuts that they serve after the service. It really stinks.
Oh...and one more really weird thing. So me and Ruthie were at the Community Center, and sitting on this bench talking, waiting for my mom to get done working out. And the pool (which was crammed full) was right next to us, seperated by a glass wall. So we were minding our own business, and these three guys come up and rap on the window, and make these horrible, horrible faces, then laughed so hard that their faces turned red. We (livid and outraged) got up and stalked off. It was so, so, SO maddening. *sigh*. Anyway...
I'm home alone right now, babysitting my little sister and little brother.
Soooooo, please follow my blog, and post comments. That would just be lovely, darling.
The video is uploading...uploading...uploading...the video is uploading, on my blooog. (to the tune of Row, row, row your boat.)
Okay, I've decided not to upload the movie...even if it was so cool. I'm listening to Brandon Heath, Give Me Your Eyes, to be more exact. *off-tune blaring voice* "Look down from a broken sky, traced out by the city lights. My world from a mile high, best seat in the house tonight. Touch down from a cold black top, hold on for the sudden stop, breathe in the familiar shock of confusion and caos...All those people going somewhere, why have I never cared? Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Step out on a busy street, see a girl and our eyes meet. Does her best to smile at me...to hide what's underneath. There's a man just to her right. Black suit, and a bright red tie. Too ashamed to tell his wife he's out of work, he's buying time. All those people going somewhere, why have I never cared? Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. I've been there a million times, a couple million eyes. Just watching me pass by, I swear I never thought that I was wrong. So give me a second chance to see the way you see the people all along. Give me your eyes for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Give me your eyes, Lord, for just one second, give me your eyes so I can see. Everything that I keep missing, give me your love for humanity. Give me your arms for the broken hearted, give me your heart for the ones forgotten, give me your eyes so I can see. Yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah..." I'm sorry. That song is so beautiful. I love that song. Brandon Heath is so awesome! I love his last name. I mean, who wouldn't like a last name that's the same name as a delicous candy bar? How cool is that? I'd rather it be...Bekah Hershey. That would be SO COOL!
So anyway...
I'm listening to it again...*contended sigh*
Addison Road rocks to. If you HAVE NOT listened to them, go to their website: http://www.addisonroad.com/
The Rubyz are awesome to: http://www.therubyz.com/
Have I already talked about these people?!? I think I have. Pardon my ravings...
I want to thank Hannah Martin and Alex Monseth for following my blog. *peer at the rest of you* and if you follow me to, you shall get a public thanks, also. So, you get to read this awesome blog, and you get a public thanks. How much better can it get? Well...a lot better. For example, you could get ten free Hershey's if you followed me...except...the problem is...is that I'd eat them and not send them to you...so...that won't work...
I used to have this brown shirt that had silver lettering on it: Hershey. In BIG block, shiny, glittery letters. In smaller, but equally glitzy: Milk Chocolate. I luved it. Unfortunately...I out-grew it. *sulky pout*
Ah...well...the trials of a girl...who is going through growth spurts...I had to clean out my wardrobe...but *delighted smile* I get new clothes. *sigh, and pout again* but then, I have to go shopping! And I have to...*horrified gasp* I have to...try on clothes! *tear* I hate trying on clothes. *sulky pout*
What was I going to say? *sigh* Ummmmmmmmm
I can't remember.
Oh, I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow...eiu...I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it...*real sigh*
Anyway...
Well...
I have nothing to say...so I'm going to end this post...and probably go roll on the floor screaming, "I'm bored!" I'll probably get yelled at...or at least...looked-strangely-at...
Luv y'all like monkeys luv bananas,
Extra luv to everyone who follows my blog (DO IT!),
Bekah
p.s. I want to say (rather, Hannah wanted me to say :D) that Hannah showed me the website to that Write or Die, Dr. Wicked's Lab thing. So just drop by her blog, leave a comment of thanks if you like it. Luv y'all, -R.G.S.
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