What's been Happening lately!

Some interesting things have happened since I posted last. I know, I know, it’s been awhile but my internet has been down and I’ve been exceedingly busy with work and Civil Air Patrol. So I’ll share my usual mash of poems and songs and other random musings of my inner mind. Work has been normal except the day we had a hearing aid clinic in the shop. The sales man was very good and did a brisk bunch of business.(hearing aids are not cheap if your insurance doesn’t cover them) but this man really knew how to get the best bang for your buck and what made it even better, I thought, was that he wore his own products. He showed all the different accessories that you could have. They were all wireless. One awesome little device was a microphone that was small enough that you could stick it in the centerpiece without it being too obvious that it was there and still be able to hear all the conversations being spoken. Another nifty gadget that he had was a radio and hearing aid in one all you had to do was take out the accompanying remote and switch it on and perfect sound quality in your ear. I was fascinated, needless to say, because all his wares were like something out of a bad sci-fi film. I learned all I could and know how to fix just about any problem that may come up with any model in the hearritenow brand line. Very cool.

On to Civil Air Patrol. Last night was PT night. Yeah…let’s just say that I’m severely out of shape. I needed to run a mile under eleven minutes. That almost did not happen. I ran it in ten fifty five. So much for “most people can walk that” tec. Sarg. But you didn’t know that my walking is the equivalent of a snail’s crawl, love you girl! Bad physical Training aside by Halloween I will be a full member and will be able to participate in marches and search and rescue and parking duty which I’ll be doing at the Halloween thing at a historical place near us. That should be interesting.

Poem time!

I’m a nobody! Who are you?

Are you-Nobody-Too?

Then there’s a pair of us?

Don’t tell!

They’d advertise-you know!

How dreary- to be- Somebody!

How public- like a Frog-

To tell one’s name the live long June_

To an admiring Bog!

The Weekend

So today was So good day. I worked my usual time and we made over 2,000 dollars in profit! Pretty sweet but that not all that happened over the weekend. I won the speech competition that I thought I would lose for sure. Three funny stories about that. The first is that I ran into a good friend of our good family friends, she was a teacher at one of our local Christian Schools and she was there to support two of her students. I asked whom they were and found out that one of them was the younger brother of the boy that I had lost to two years previously (I didn’t do it last year) He was the age I was when I went up against his elder brother and I was his older brothers age. When I went up and signed in, the lady at the desk told me there were X amount of...and to pick a number. As I fished around in the offered plastic-baggie I was praying, “God if you give me number one, I know that I’ll win” I gave it to the lady to read imagine the pleasant shock I got when she said, “Okay, you’re going first.” Yeah, God really does answer prayer when you least expect it. The last funny thing is: in my speech I mentioned that Cornerstone Presbyterian Church was built in 1940, well it was not. It’s finished state happened in 1958, the blueprints and land clearing were started in 1956. The only reason I knew this was because the very first Pastor of the church was sitting in the audience judging the speeches, needless to say I was counted off for inaccurate information. His was the only low score I got though, the rest were all above 90’s. I aced the “Suitability of topic for Saint Mary’s” on all of them though.

Because I work at a bookstore I have been doing a lot of reading in the past few weeks. My boss has decided to give me an “education in the classics”. I have this huge list of classic children books and “morally uplifting” to read. It’s taking me a little longer than normal to read them because she’s retraining my speedreading abilitys to slow down and get what the author is saying. Which may be one of the reasons I like Henty’s so much, big interesting words that I can skim over without really understanding what is really going on. She, my boss, is very smart and a fascinating study, she I think, is what I hope to be as an adult. Her grandson is quite interesting but for a different reason. I’m laughing as I write this, today I found out he has this list of girls and he’s giving them a rate of 1-10 with the end goal of dating the ten. Well, he came in yesterday to “talk to his grandmother” but needless to say, I was not there, I was sitting for four hours in an auditorium. My boss was giving me little tips like, don’t text when you come over for dinner, this is his favorite color, don’t tease him about this and that, Ask how many pounds he can lift, Don’t cross his sister, etc. Yeah... So I’m not really worried, it looks like I may get a prom experince yet.

Story time children! I’ve been reading Pro Life Answers to Pro Arguments by Randy Alcorn for my own enjoyment. One chapter talks about Mentally handicapped Children. It says “Handicapped children are not social liabilities, and bright and “normal” people are not always social assets.” And then proceeds to tell this story as told by geneticist C Everret Koop, “Many years ago, my father was a Jewish physician in Braunau, Austria.  On one particular day, two babies had been delivered by on of his colleagues.  One was fine, healthy boy with a strong cry.  His parents were extremely proud and happy.  The other was a little girl, but her parents were extremely sad, for she was (Down’s Syndrome) baby.  I followed them both for almost fifty years.  The girl grew up, living at home, and was finally destined to be the one who nursed her mother through a very long and lingering illness after a stroke.  I do not remember her name.  I do however, remember the boy’s name.  He died in a bunker in Berlin.  His name was Adolf Hitler.” I cried the first time I read this,

Saint Mary's County Fair!

So This is my lucky weekend! I broke the winning streak of KCA and here tis', my speech.

Ahoy mates! The captain bellowed as we climbed aboard the ark at historic Saint Mary’s city I was shaking in my boots I could have sworn he was a Pirate but as he continued he wove a gentle spell convincing me that somehow I had time traveled back into the 17^th century and was an indentured servant to Lady Calvert I was just about to ask where my mistress was when a fighter plane roared over head covering His words. That was 10 ago,  I am now 17 while I may be less gullible when it come to historical reenactments I don’t have much experience in the matters of this world and even though I have been to Asia and Central America nothing has quite captured my heart like Saint Mary’s. I’ve lived here since I was 4 and have grown to love this little navy town. There are many places that over the years have taken their rank in my fondest memories with three in particular being foremost in my mind. Saint Mary’s City, Jefferson Patterson Park, and Cornerstone Presbyterian Church.

                Saint Mary’s City, The First Capital of Maryland, where I learned the joy of history and how to make it come alive. It was at the Ark, a replica of the original ship that landed on these Maryland shores over 200 years ago I learned that the sea was not always a noble profession. I had a discussion with the captain of that ship and the horror stories he told me were enough to straighten my hair! Sailors falling to a watery grave from up on the high masts to the sharks below, Pirates pillaging without mercy up and down the coast terrorizing the locals. I was relieved when I was later found out that he merely was a costumed interpreter telling a story about what may or may not have happened during that time period.

 

                At Jefferson Patterson Park I fell in love with nature. Walking through its vast acreage of trees and the waterfront trails where deer and woodchucks meandered as well gave me new insight to the native flora and fauna of our county. I also had a chance to participate in archeological dig learning about some of the first Maryland families and how they lived. Who knew that that garbage could be so interesting?

                While the last, Cornerstone Presbyterian Church, does not have the same historical or educational meaning as the others, it means much more to me personally. It was built in 1940 with the later astronaut and Senator John Glenn serving on its first board of trusties. Most of my formal education was in that building. Learning with other children in a cooperative school-like environment I came to better appreciate my community and the people that made it.

   I love living in Saint Mary County. When I moved here almost 13 years ago I idea how much the sleepy naval air station town would grow. We’ve come a long from the nearest shopping center being 30 min. away! Now we have a Dick’s Sporting Goods and a Texas roadhouse and soon a buffalo wild wings. However, in the midst of all this change and progress I hope we won’t forget our historical foundations and what makes Saint Mary County so special. I’m sure you agree with me when I say it’s a wonderful county. It’s full of many unique and caring people. When I’m grown up and married with kids of my own I look forward to raising my family here and one day taking them to the places that mean so much to me. Saint Mary's City, Jefferson Patterson Park, and Cornerstone Presbyterian Church. Thank you and my God Bless Saint Mary's County!

Sunday's songs via You tube and some more poetry and for the first time ever an adoption story!

 In response to some questions I will start posting you-tube video's of the songs instead of writing them out. I just want to say in defense of  my style: if I turn my blog into a book (unless I get it published on electronic paper) I won't be able to share with the world those songs!


How precious are the tears of an angel?
Can a wealth of diamonds buy but a few?
None can compare this dark to your light.
My only love, fair and true.



And how precious are the tears of an angel,
Shed from eyes that glisten and shine?
Gazed upon and matched
Only by that which is divine.

For these are the tears of my love
Those that fall and caress her cheek and showers us upon the earth
As rain falls from high above and showers us upon the earth,
Before nature's power trembling and weak.

I've been reading this book Adopted By God written by Robert A. Peterson. In it he shares how Adoption is almost a sacrament because of God's Adoption of us. The book is set up so that it shows the parallels in the gospel's story and the earthly process of adoption with bible verses and Stories of  people that have adopted or been adopted. One lady's story really, I think sums it up really well. I'd like to share that with you. For more than thirty years when her dad just left her (it does not explain how or why or where her mother was) she was shuffled from foster home to foster home, trying to be perfect in everything, trying to substitute perfection and religion for the love of her Father. She hit rock bottom time after time, each time becoming more lonely and depressed. When, in God's timing, He drew her to Himself she understood His gift better because of that pain! "How ready I was the moment I first understood that God was m Father. At last, I was some one's little girl! To this day, ten years later, I cannot approach God intellectually, but only as a child and with no reservations, I feel such love: 'Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me.' (Ps. 27:10) I remember once, before he left, my father carrying me home in his arms as blood gushed from a jagged cut on my foot. I was four and I was frightened, hoping that my Father could take care of me. But though that day he stopped the bleeding, no earthly father could have healed the wounded heart he later left behind. That hurt cried out for the love of a heavenly Father. And so I will always be God's grateful little girl- trusting, dependent, and filled with faith in the Arms that will never let me go."
 

Fall is upon Us and so shall the Moshi Beast

So much to do in so little time! Quick list: Civil Air Patrol, Writing little friend,Children's Choir,Writing #1 fan, vista print, z street team,Writing sponsor child #1, therapy, writing sponsor child #2, Job, Dancing, creating my own chain mail, getting used to keeping my mouth shut, Piano, Devotions, Blogger, Church, thinking of ways to stay out of senior youth group, Saint Mary's County fair, Speech Competition, Writing My favorite Aunty. Working on The White Ones and My skin is Not Who I am, staying on top of classes, and staying sane the next  few months. So have fun and take a quick look at the links below!

The awesomest thing since a Lord of the Rings Sword in a red pickup truck!
The pronunciation Guide to the cool/geeky names of my favorite action book series (besides G. A. Henty's works)

Civil Air Patrol! A Dream Come true!

I've been trying for 3 years to get in and finally, before I'm almost too old to fly solo, I get to go! The good news is that I can skip the "mandatory" three meeting to see if I "like" it. I know a lot of people there and a majority of them are officers. Yes, I do have to take orders from them because I'm a cadet and yes, it is a pain because most of them, if not all of them, are younger than me. The other good news is that I won't have to pay for my uniforms because we are sponsored by the Air Force. I have to learn all these drills and I still have yet to master the "about 'hace" with out falling flat on my face. So...yeah, I'm drilling with two other Cadets...we make a funny trio! I'm in the middle and the right wing man (at least I think that's what he's called) is only up to my waist and the guy on my left is huge! I am barely past his waist! The officer that was drilling us the "airman" who was teaching us how to march was almost llaughable. He was freaking the "airman" out and I couldn't figure out why until later when The called him up for Officer Testing. Poor kid, he didn't make it. I really do feel sorry for him we most likely were not helping his standing any, we just were not getting the drills. Anyway, it is a lot of fun and I can't wait for next Wednesday. (It's my new Tuesday!) Pray that everything works out!

The Stuff Dreams are Made Of

The Street
A long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
stepping on silent stones and dry leaves.
Someone behind me also stepping on stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs. I turn: nobody.
Everything dark and doorless.
Turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me: nobody.

Idiosyncratic Fashionistas - How to Make a Turban Using Leggings

For those of you that know me...Remember when I did this with Red Tights? I was paving the way for a new generation to do something loony!

Retrictions!

In the interest of my end goal to be famous and/or influential I'm going to start restricting who views my blog. I'm going to block everybody who is not a member at the end of the month so if you really like this blog become a member! It's not that hard! There will be a lot of fun and interesting blog posts so you won't want to miss out! I may even have special guest writers from time to time. So join today!

Sunday Reminising

Before The Throne of God Above
Before the throne of God above, I have a strong and perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is love, Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on his hands, my name is written on His heart
I know that while in heav'n He stands, no tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When satan tempts me to despair, and tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there, Who made an end of all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died, my sinful soul is counted free
For God the Just is satisfied, to look on him and pardon me
To look on him and pardon me

 Behold Him there is the Risen Lamb, My perfect spotless Righteousness
The great unchangeable I Am, the KIng of Glory and of grace
One with Himself I cannot die, my soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on high with Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God
One with Himself I cannot die, my soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on high with Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God

This song made me just about cry! Our music director sang this acappella during Communion and the the feeling that was put in to it screamed unworthiness and utter longing for the perfection of Jesus.


I was going through some old school notes (Both the kind that I made that pertains to the lecture and my notes to my friends) when I found my Misson Statement made for Mrs. R's leadership class 2-2 1/2 years ago. It's still pretty close. I've added some to it since then and edited wrong information (the font in Italic is the add on).

                                                            Mission Statement
 My mission is to be the best person I can be with God's help. I would like to Five years from now be at St. Marys College College of Southern Maryland pursuing a career ans a physical therapist's assistant. I also want to after a brief term of service with the navy as a corpsman, become a Christian filmmaker. I want to champion the rights of a family as a unit of, Father, Mother, and Children (both biological and adopted) in the media. I will also be active in doing THE WORD now, not just in the future. I will help other orphans find their identity and encourage them. I will go and transform into "a nice young lady" that loves kids, that is active in helping the community, that is unmatched in her ardor to do things, and that loves the LORD. I will be unforgettable.

Looking back on this I have no idea what was running through my mind as I wrote this. I think I might have had a list of words to use and knowing my flair for the theatrical, I used the biggest  and smartest sounding ones possible. That might explain the "I will be unforgettable" part...Any way speaking of things I want to do a wrench got thrown in my immediate future plans. I was surfing the internet for apartments, don't ask it's just another one of my personal and odd , not making much sense plans that I'm oh so fond of making, the boarding house (yes those still exist) is called Thompson-Mackward Hall. It's a single bedroom on capital hill  that cost  $925 a month but includes breakfast and Dinner and a whole list of things like free phone line and nice house rules! It started out as a christian boarding house for young girls who wanted to work at the capital. Now I can't decide if I want to stay here untill I graduate high school and have a few college classes under my belt, take a year off work at some cute little shop in D.C. while getting my foot in the art community. Then go back to college with the navy and serve 3-4 years. So many choices and I don't have my head clear enough to think.

Pig Rosy!

SO, I promised I'd write about the third annual pig roast! It was fantastic! I was enjoying the chance to socialize with people that I hadn't seen in a while.(I was away for two and a half weeks) For the most part however I hung out with my two best friends and "The General". We (us girls) found this awesome place when we were looking for a less noisy place to eat dessert because of the cacophony of sounds of 250+ people eating, talking, and so on and so forth. Sad thing tho' is that I can't tell about it in depth because the "sister-hood" swore a strict oath that who ever broke it would be burnt at the stake! I will tell my adoring followers this: it's like a landscape that you'd see in a movie. To answer that unasked question, yes we did have the pig's head , however, no one ate the ears.

Why Does This Always Happen to Me?

For some strange reason my boss really likes me... She says that I'm sharp, quick to learn, and eager to please. Mrs. W says it to all her good customers and because she's almost deaf  one can't help but hear her. (it's not a very big store) She has for the past three or four days been telling me about her husband, aunts, nephews,and grandsons. Her husband was a mason and graduated college at 15 and got his doctorate before he was 21. Her aunts  were all avid horsewomen. Her nephews are brilliant and her favorite is a neurosurgeon. Her eldest grandson is an anchor for CNN news. While all this was fascinating and has given me several short story ideas,my paranoid self wondered where this was going. I was expecting a lecture on "good breeding" but as she's going through all her pictures on her desk, she stops at the picture of her twin grand-daughter and grandson and asks me if I think the grandson is cute. I say yes and Mrs. W starts laughing, she commences to tell me how when she told that grandson that she had hired a pretty girl just his age (I'm not. I'm a year older than he is! For some reason she has it stuck in her mind I'm 16) He wanted to come over and see if it was true. His sister told him "No Way! You fall for any girl that bats her eyes at you! I'll go see" So Ms.K comes in and brings in two of her girlfriends. I knew one of them from job hunting and when they left (because the walls are so thin) that girl said that she liked me to which Ms. K said she'll do. SI apparently passed this family's seal of approval and this boy is free to pursue me. Oh! except for one little thing, I might not want to be! That's not their fault though, they don't know that I'm in a relationship right now, even though I told Jeremy last night we were just going to have to be friends... that just about killed me. I still am crazy worried about him. Anyway, tomorrow We have a lady coming in to read for Grandparents day. Right After I get off work I'm going straight to my Church's  Third Annual Pig Roast. It's on the beach and My twin sister is coming in from Virgina especially for it! Hopefully I won't make a fool of myself and eat to much pork and end-up throwing up in the bushes like last time.

Ughh! I hate rain!

It is going to be raining for five more days…In some ways tis’ almost worse than the hurricane. Foundations weak from an earthquake and seven inches of steady wetness will create a mudslide in some areas. I think the theme verse for this week (at least in some areas) would be Psalm 40:1-2 “I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock making my steps secure.” That is so tru! God heard Israel’s cry for help and gave them THE ROCK, Jesus Christ. 

Just some random thoughts about life in general ,today  I was reading this book called Please Stop Laughing at Us , and what made it interesting  (besides the fact that it was a book I hadn’t read before) was, it was written from a victim-of-bullying’s point of view. I always have read from the bully’s point of view and how they “see the error of their ways and end up being best friends for life with their victims” kind of thing. The author of it was just pouring out her heart… She shared journal entries and poems that she had written, all expressing a deep longing to connect with her peers. Her peers burned her so many times, both literally and metaphorically. Her parents did not fully understand how bad it was until she came home with knife marks on her face…And this was a Christian High School! Not that guarantees anything but still! It’s like that extreme southern Baptist pastor who protested at that gay soldier’s funeral, calling the war on terror a travesty. I‘ll agree with him that it is a travesty, all wars are. This, however, is a just and righteous war, as the bible clearly states it is okay to go to war if some evil dictator is killing innocent people. IN FACT, I would go so far as to add it is CHRISTIAN DUTY to go war and if you do not it is a sin. People like that ruin Christianity for the rest of the world, those, and tele-evangelist’s frauds. True Christianity is about love, yes, but also gentle force. None of us ever gets it right. A quote that popped into my head just now, “The only hypocrites I have to worry at church on Sunday is me, I, and I.”

First Sunday Back

I meant to post this Sunday but amid the chaos of hurricane clean-up, Morning Services, patching up things between my ex and I, going to a meeting where my dad formally announced that he was going to begin working for our church, and watching cute midshipman at an air show, I didn’t have time to post anything. This Sunday, however, when I went back to my church for the first time, there were a few songs that really touched me. I’m going to try to share (every Sunday) the songs from the service or a hymn that I saw and really liked. The two below may not mean much if you don’t know me outside of this blog but one day I might explain.

The Sands of Time are Sinking

The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of heaven breaks/The summer morn I’ve sighed for –the, sweet morn awakes/Dark, Dark had been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand/And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land

The king there in His beauty, without a veil is seen/It were a well-spent journey, though seven deaths lay between/The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand/ And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land

O Christ, He is the, the deep, sweet well of love/The streams on earth I’ve tasted, more deep I’ll drink above/There to an ocean fullness, his mercy doth expand/ And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land

The bride eyes not her Garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face/I will not gaze at glory, but on my king of grace/Not at the crown he giveth, but on His pierced hand/The Lamb is all the glory, of Emmanuel’s land

O I am my Beloved’s, and my Beloved is mine/He brings a poor vile sinner, into his house of wine/ I stand upon His merit –I know no other stand/Not e’en where glory dwelleth, in Emmanuel’s land

Help My Unbelief

I know the Lord is nigh, and would but cannot pray/For Satan meets me when I try/And frights my soul away, and frights my soul away

I would but can’t repent, though I endeavor oft/This stony heart can ne’er relent/Till Jesus makes it soft, till Jesus makes it soft

Chorus: Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief. My help must come from Thee

I would but cannot love, though wooed by love divine/No arguments have power to move/ A soul as base as mine, a soul as base as mine

I would but cannot rest, in God’s most holy will/I know what He appoints is best/And murmur at it still, I murmur at it still