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Saturday, April 30, 2005
I just hope we can pull it off again tonight......obviously we can't by ourselves, though. :-)
Charity | 5:22 amComments-[ comments.]
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
You'll never guess what my truely wonderful friends did for me last Friday!
*Drum roll please*
THEY THREW A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ME!!!!!! :-D
How cool is that? I mean, my birthday was over a month ago! It was actually Mary Hovee's birthday present for me, but everyone pitched in to make it special. It was at the Mangan's house. Cathy just invited Maria and I out of the blue on Thursday is we could come spend the night. When I asked my mom (who knew ALL about it), she kept saying things like, "Why did they wait so long to invite you?" and "What are you guys going to do?" The funny part was, we first went to the wrong house! See, it was the Mangan's address, but the wrong street name! (Minor detail there. ;-)) We walked up to the door and knocked. I looked inside and said, "This isn't their house! Maybe they moved or something..." then we heard a voice behind us saying, "Maria, Charity?" It was Cathy running up the sidewalk! We had a good laugh about us being at the wrong door as we walked to the Mangan's REAL house. I opened the door expecting to see her family and I saw them all right. But, I also saw Mary Ray, Mary Hovee, Grace, Michelle, Liz, Beth, and Ellen! They had the place decorated and everything! I was so incredible surprised!! I seriously had absolutely no idea whatsoever that they had planned this! But I knew Mary Hovee had been talking to everyone on the planet (it seemed like) except ME about it! I felt left out a few times, but it was definitely worth every minute of it.
After we got there, Cathy's aunt (who didn't even know me!) ordered and paid for about 8 pizza's for us! So, we ate while watching the storm/hail outside. It was scary because it was tornado weather--really stormy, then super calm...then hail and the sky turning a strange color. But, the storm calmed a bit and we got to go see a movie at the $$ theater. Some of us (Cathy and I were BY FAR the most extravagant) dressed up as earth people/hippees. We wore long, flowered skirts, lose shirts, lots of jewlery, weird sunglasses, and our hair down with beads on top of our heads. We definitely got some strange looks...but it was super fun.
We saw the movie "Cursed". I would definitely NOT recommend it. It was supposed to be a scary movie about a warewolf. Well, it WAS pretty scary at the beginning (you should have heard me scream..I think everyone in the theater did! We got some lovely comments from the ladies behind us, too), but when they actually showed the incredibly FAKE looking "warewolf", we (well, most of us) got over our fears and spent most of the end laughing at the film. It was a bit foul, too...so definitely not a quality movie. After the movie ended, we went outside to wait for Mrs. Mangan. One of the guys working there reminded us to use our "baby voices" as some of the other movies were starting. Needless to say, we got a pretty big kick out of that. ;-)
When we got back to the Mangan's, we ate ice cream and cake (I blew out candles). The Mangan's aunt provided the ice cream, also--in 8 different flavors!! We got our PJs on, talked for a while, ate Salsa Doritoes (YUM!), and then settled down a bit to watch "She's All That". It was a pretty cute movie, but also kind foul and unrealistic. But hey, it was a chick flick and we all enjoyed it (except for possibly Ellen...haha.) We talked and ate some more after that....laughed a whole lot and shared a bunch of secrets which were to stay in the room or else I'd share. ;-) (Not really...I'm more trustworthy that that, people!)
Saturday, we went to visit my cousin, Emily Cole, who was in the hospital earlier. She's doing pretty well--finally home!! For those of you who didn't know about her, go here. After a short visit, we went to Elkhart. It was SNOWING there, which didn't make me all that happy...but that's alright. I'll remember not to wear flipflops next time! :-P That evening, we went to Lafayette RP.
One last thing, I HOPE YOU ALL ARE COMING TO OUR PLAY!!!
The official dates are this Thursday and Friday (April 28th and 29th). But you are also welcome to come to the *open* dress rehersal tomorrow night. Tomorrow night is at 6:00 PM, but the other two are at 7:00 PM. There has been a whole lot of hard work put into this play, so I really hope a lot of people will be able to come!
Song of the post~Another Perfect Day by American Hi-Fi
Charity | 12:19 pmComments-[ comments.]
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I tried defending the CYPU and make "good" excuses and reasons for SONrise, but now I think the adu'lts might be right. Staying up all night is a teenagers dream, right? I mean, I've done it a few times in my life and have great memories from it. Along with that, I remember my par'ents being not so happy about it. I'm not exactly a...err...morning person. And staying up late/all night makes it all the worse for me. I don't think I'm alone in this...am I right?
At things like SONrise, before you know it, it's 2:30 AM and you're still WIDE awake! But when 4 and 5 AM roll around...you're lacking a bit in the energy field. Ok, ok, so the guys can play basketball for 6+ hours, but what about us gi'rls who simply want a nice, quiet game of Psychiatrist?? Uh, we stand around doing nothing. I must admit around the time of 4-6, I was a little on the grumpy side...which I apologize to all the people who were around me at the time. Anyways...(I'm forgetting my point here...)
I guess I'm just not sure it's worth it to stay up the entire night..even if it's only once a year. Wouldn't it be more fun if we would go to bed around 3 and get up, eat, and maybe do one last thing before cleaning up and leaving? It's not like anyone is doing anything constructive at 4:30 in the morning!
Not that my opinion really matters...but I think SONrise would be better if a lot of things were changed. First of all, what I said up there ^^. Secondly, I think there should be more organized events. Otherwise, we end up with little groups and loners. I know, I know, I hang out with my "little group" (if you want to call it that) a lot of the time. But I do like it when I get a chance to do something with a bigger/different group. (Don't worry, my friends. I still love you all!! :-)) I did finally get my game of Psychiatrist, and I got to meet some new people as well as hang out with old friends.
No offence to our dear game leader, but I agree that the games need a little help. I love big group games...but kicking people in the shins while trying to pop balloons on their ankels is not exactly my idea of fun. Nor is inner-tube dodgeball! I'm sure it's hard to find a game for that big of a group, though. So, we won't give our 'game person' too hard a time with that. I enjoyed the movie-making a lot. I do think, however, that it would have been more fun with a few more people on each team and a little more time to plan. It's hard to get people to agree on what to do, though.
The speaker was wonderful!! ANd for those of you who are still totally offended by my 'raciest' comment, I apologize. :-P But, you should have heard Mrs. Ray in our worldview class if you think my opinion was bad! Hehe. :-) Well, I think I've got my nice, random two cents in here for now. I'm not doing too well in the updating area of blogging, but my comments don't seem to be lacking lately! SOrry this is not a very well-written post...I was a little rushed. Hope everyone has a great day!
No change of song right now...WMP is being dumb at the moment...
Charity | 10:10 amComments-[ comments.]
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Last night I spent the night at the Pulliams. It was a blast! We had some interesting conversations and did some rather strange things...I think that was because David was around causing the weird mood...hehe just kidding. ;-) We also watched "The Incredibles" and "Finding Neverland"--both excellent movies!
Today is Anna's birthday!!!!
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
You look like a pig
And you eat like one, too!
(hehe I love you, Anna. The part about the pig isn't as mean as it sounds...it's kinda an 'inside joke'.)
I also had youth group today. It was a lot of fun. Afterwards we all played volleyball. I was definitely feeling some lack of faith in the gi'rls...dunno why, though. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that every time the ball got within 2.5 feet of Mary, Maria, or me, either a Hart or a Dart would jump in front of us and try to hit the ball. And then their total lack of faith in my ability to serve...well I showed them! Humph. Haha. ;-)
Oh and I almost forgot the some of the best news! WE GOT A PUPPY!!! If you want details, feel free to ask. :-)
Song of the post~Letting the Cables Sleep by Bush
Charity | 9:38 amComments-[ comments.]
Saturday, April 09, 2005
My Dramatic Story
I lay down in the back seat of our mini-van as my mother drove me to the St. Francis hospital. I had everything I needed - a pillow, blanket, and a nice, big puke bucket. Regardless, I was still miserable. The ibuprofen had certainly not kicked in...I wasn't sure if it ever would.
We finally pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. I threw up just as we were parking. My mom helped me out and put the bucket under our vehicle.
We went to the front desk. The receptionist asked what had happened. My mom explained the horse .
"We'll get her in next." The receptionist handed me a small bucket when I asked for one. "Now, would you sit down?"
I made my way over to a chair in the waiting room. All around me were people, probably suffering as well. My mom's cell phone rang and obeying the hospital policies, went outside to take the call.
"Charity Blackwood!" someone called a couple minutes later.
I went outside to get my mom. She came back in with me, but when we got back, we couldn't find the lady who had called my name! A couple seconds later, she emerged from the double doors.
"Come on!" The lady was apparently very impatient.
We walked in and sat down in a small room. I was groaning a bit and holding my head and the hospital bucket. My mom and I heard my dad's voice in the waiting room.
"We're in here!" My mom said.
My dad walked in. He looked at me. "I'm so sorry, honey." He rubbed my head a bit.
A man walked in and sat in the spinney-chair beside me. He, of course, asked what happened, directing his questions at me. I was still miserable, but was able to answer a few questions.
"I know this is a awkward question to ask in front of your mother, but do you drink? No? Well, do you smoke?" These were some of his more strange questions. "Have you had any suicidal or homicidal thoughts?" This was getting ridicules! "Sorry, I gotta ask," he apologized.
As the man left, a nurse took his place. She asked a few more questions, this time directing them at my parents more than me. My mom explained that my brother had checked my eyes and thought one pupil was larger than the other. She checked them as well, with a light.
"Your son was right."
I started throwing up again. Another lady brought in a wheelchair for me and told me to get in it as soon as I could. The second I stopped vomiting, she directed me to get in and wheeled my down the hall to another room with a bed. Several more doctors and nurses came in after I was lying on the bed and asked a lot of questions that had been asked before.
'Do these people never tell each other anything?' I thought to myself. I was also thinking about how badly my head hurt, how I wished I would stop throwing up, and how horrible I must look and smell. I was given a little hospital shirt to put on. I had my bathing suit on under my tank top and sweat pants because I had been at P.E. earlier that morning.
My mom rubbed my head while my dad tried to make me laugh. Neither of which physically helped, but probably helped me emotionally.
I wished I could go to sleep...but I couldn't. The pain was too bad.
A pretty, blon'de doctor came in and explained what was to happen. I was to be given an IV with some medicine to stop the nausea. Then, I would be taken to get a CAT scan, just to make sure there was no swelling or anything. We were there for a long time before they finally came in to put the IV in.
My veins were small, she said, but didn't want to have to poke me again. She dug around with the needle. I winced and a few tears escaped because of the pain on top of my horrible headache. But I was thankful that the medicine, I hoped, would soon stop the vomiting. I just wanted to get the CAT scan over and go home and to my own bed...or the bathroom floor.
The IV didn't seem to help. I threw up a couple more times before they wheeled me to the room for the CAT scan. I got out of the bed, shakily, and lay down on the machine. But, before they could do the CAT scan, I had to throw up again. I lay back down and felt my body move up into the machine. I think I must have fallen asleep, because it didn't seem long at all before my mom and the doctor came back into the room to get me. I was wheeled back to a room and got to lie down once again.
I threw up a couple more times and at least an hour went by before they came back with the CAT scan results.
Contrary to my dad's belief, I had a big, beautiful, healthy brain, according to the blon'de doctor. They gave me some more medicine in my IV and a pain-killer pill. A little while later, a nurse who I hadn't seen before came in, took of my IV (more like ripped it off...I really winced that time), and said I could go HOME!
That was my experience of a life time...but definitely an unpleasant one at that!
Charity | 6:49 amComments-[ comments.]
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
My Dramatic Story
It was Tuesday, March 29, 2005. My two sisters and brother decided to ride some of my grandpa's horses. I was doing something for Biology, but had just finished. So, I decided to join them. My younger siblings often ride at my grandpa's, but I hadn’t ridden for quite a while. Maria told me which horse I was to ride - Smokey, now white, but named for his once smoky color. I brushed him, and then Maria put on the saddle. Finally, I was ready to ride. Since I wasn't used to riding, Maria took the lead rope attached to Smokey's bridle and led me out to the pasture. I was a little uneasy about riding, and I asked Maria if she thought I might fall off. She assured me that I probably wouldn't, but if I did, I wouldn’t get hurt. She explained that she had fallen off several times without injury. So, I trusted her and we went on.
We went out into the more open pasture. Smokey had been obedient the entire time. But suddenly, within a split second, Smokey jerked to the right. Maria yelled, "No, Smokey!" But it was too late. She was forced to let go of the lead rope. About three seconds went by, it was all a blur. As the saddle started to slip to the right side, I continued with it. I knew I was going to fall off. THUD! I hit the ground, head first. My shoulder and side scraped the earth. I cried out, disoriented for a moment. I could hear my sister yelling at the horse. My head was throbbing and my scraped shoulder and side began to slightly ache. Maria asked if I wanted to get back on. I replied that I didn't and that I was going to walk back to the car where our mom was taking a nap.
Walking back seemed to take a long time with my aching head. When I was about halfway to the barn, I heard Maria screaming at Smokey, "No, Smokey! NO!" I turned just as she fell off and did a sort of summersault on the ground. I remember thinking, 'that had to hurt.'
I finally got back to the car. My mom had the seat back and was peacefully sleeping. I got in the passenger side and closed the door.
My mom looked up and said, "You’re done riding?"
I started crying, I couldn't help it. "Mommy, I fell off the horse..."
She looked at my scraped shoulder. "Ooh, what else hurts?"
I told her my head was aching badly. There was an old Dairy Queen cup of water in the car cup-holder. She gave me some ibuprofen and I drank the water. She then tried to wash some of the dirt off of my shirt. "I want to go home," I whimpered. "And Maria fell off, too..."
My mom got out of the car. "I’ll go tell them to put up the horses and we’ll go home."
As she was talking to my siblings, I suddenly felt nauseous. I sat up, opened the car door, and bent over, holding my head. The first thought that came to my mind was, 'I might have a concussion...'
When we finally started home, I was trying to sleep and shut everything out. My head was KIL'LING me! The nausea came back. "I think I’m going to throw up!" My sister took the DQ cup, dumped out the water, and quickly gave it to me.
As I was puking up everything I ate that day, my mom said, "If she throws up again, we might have to take her to the hospital. She could have a concussion..."
We got home. I threw away the nearly full cup and went inside. I laid on my bed for all of one minute before I felt sick again. I want into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. After a minute or two, I laid on the cold, hard floor. For some reason, it was comforting.
I threw up again.
I told my mom and she called Mrs. Ray. Mrs. Ray said it would probably be best to take me to the emergency room. After my mom hung up, she told Allen to check and see if my pupils were different shaped. Apparently that's one of the signs for a concussion. He checked them and sure enough, one was bigger than the other.
"Charity," My mom said, "We need to take you to the hospital."
"I don’t want to go." I was crying again, miserable.
"I know, honey, but you have to. You might have a concussion and it could be serious." So, of course, we left for the hospital.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Charity | 2:52 amComments-[ comments.]
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Oh and about the whole hospital story...chances are, if you're really interested in hearing it, you prolly already have at least once. So, I won't repeat it on here. ;-)
Song of the post~May It Be by Enya
Charity | 12:24 pmComments-[ comments.]
Friday, April 01, 2005
I'm alive! Thanks for all the prayers. I'm tired, dizzy, and a little shaky from my medicine and have a headache, but it's a TON better than it was on Tuesday. I did go to class today, and I'm glad I got to. I'll give you all the nice hospital details later...I'm sure you're all DYING to know them. ;-) And BELIEVE ME you do NOT want to have a concussion!! (*cough cough* David! :-P)
I need more opinions on the post below!! :-P haha.
Charity | 8:00 amComments-[ comments.]