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Saturday, March 31, 2007
The bravest thing I have is hope.
Pracically no one blogs anymore.
Not that this really counts as blogging, either...
song of the post ~ "Dreams" by The Cranberries
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tamara and I walked down and up and semi-around Foot Street last night. In the rain. Barefoot. With our jeans rolled up. And our hair let down. After thirty minutes, the whole soggy jeans thing wasn't feeling so delightful...but it was still rather wonderful overall. I stood on top of the humongo round-a-bout at Towerhill/Foot and just laughed. Because no one was around (except one dark hooded character who Tamara insisted was a harmless old man). Because I had someone to talk to. Because I had something to live for. Because it was raining.
I have my least favorite class today. I'm not going to let it get to me (or all the other things, for that matter). I'm going to trust in His mercy. I've made an executive decission: Breathe (a lot).
I have a joy in my heart that is reaching to my mouth. This time I'll just smile; I'll consider singing again later.
That doesn't mean everything is always perfectly okay. But I know it can and will be because He lives and lives in me.
song of the post ~ "Older" by TMBG
(Thanks to the finder.)
p.s. Five people in a two-person photo booth. All that work and we didn't even get our prints!! -- Melbourne, 18/03/07:
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Monday, March 19, 2007
Thanks to Graham for reminding me to update about Dikko. Prepare yourselves for a longish post here... Lots to catch up on. We'll see how we go.
What a wonderful time of fellowship with God's people! I so love extended periods of time with His saints! I'm already looking forward to next year (but I won't start counting the sleeps just yet).
So, Allen and Zachary got here on Friday, the 9th. Mom and Dad picked them up at the airport and drove them here. They just...walked in the door! I had to squeal with disbelief, even though I knew they were coming. It was just to unreal that they had just hopped on a plane so last-minutely -- and they even remembered some American goodies for us! (BUT THEY DIDN'T BRING MY LONG LOST CYPU T-SHIRT THAT I'VE BEEN WAITING ON ALL YEAR!!!!! Okay. I feel better now. Sort of.)
We finally organized ourselves enough to leave for Dikko, decidedly leaving Dad and Allen behind. Who needs them anyway?? Kidding, of course. A had some schoolwork to finish and send before he was allowed his playtime. They came up the next morning, though.
Dad was the speaker, addressing the topic of "Reconcilling Relationships". The talks were wonderful and very useful. Our "young people's" discussion group (let by Matt Glover and consisting of my brother and sisters and I and Meg, Em, and Jamie) was pretty much amazing. Enough said there.
Oh, I have to mention the food! Karin and the rest of the Blakston gang did a stupendous job feeding us all weekend -- the entire 6-meals-a-day ordeal. We never even had a chance to be hungry.
Other highlights included Josh McEwen's devotions each morning, running around with all my little friends, wonderful talks with the adults, finding my temporarily lost ring (ask me about it sometime), and the real American s'mores on Saturday night, as well as my sister's and I attempting to sing "Last Kiss", accompanied by the band. Oh yes, and apparently the Aussians wanted to hear about how much our family loves their country, so we shared a bit the last morning.
Yikes, this is pretty long and I haven't even begun to discuss all the joys of our birthday-ing over the week! I think I'll have to save those grand stories for another time, though... my two cups of coffee have me rather wide awake, but I should drag myself to bed seeing as five people have chatted with me and told me of my excessive need of sleep at this oh-so-late hour! Sheesh...Americans. See yas later (like, really and truly)!
song of the post ~ "The Vice and Virtue Ministry" by The Happy Bullets
(for and from A)
p.s. We say goodbye yet again come tomorrow morning...
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I turned 3 -- Tamara was born. Though I may have acted rather excited at the time, after all these years of sharing every aspect of my special day, I am rather emotionally scarred. (I love you, Tamaram!)
I turned 10 -- Every friend I invited to my birthday party was sick. I spent the whole morning crying.
I turned 12 -- Me and my friends did a "progressive dinner" and had to ask people questions (like "Do you have a 1990 penny?" and "Will you sing happy birthday to Charity?") at every place we went. We met some guy named "Ricky Martin" and got yelled at by the people at the Chinese resturant.
I turned 15 -- My friends threw me a surprise birthday party 5 weeks after my actual birthday. I had absolutely NO idea, even though they were throwing clues at me every time I saw them. We dressed up scarily and went to see "Cursed" at the dollar theater. We spent the whole night freaking out about warewolves and eating the pizza and ice cream that someone who didn't even know me provided. (Definitely my best birhday ever. Seriously.)
I turned 16 -- The Plukes let us throw a party at their place. Dad sang "You are 16 going on 17" to me. I got a very pretty (and rather yucky) ice cream cake. I didn't get my driver's license.
song of the post ~ "Where Do They Make Balloons" by TMBG
(Ugh, I couldn't find "Older". Maria says this is birthday-ish enough. Right.)
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
Definitely have 5 million things left on my to-do list.
Surviving 4 hours of biology class always makes me feel like a heroine.
Mmm... 3 cups of the BEST coffee in the world!
Over 2 hours of wonderful conversation with Matt and Justine Glover (oh how I love them).
1 MORE SLEEP UNTIL DIKKO! ! !
Song of the post ~ "Coffee" by Copeland
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Today was a day for fullfilling/confirming semi-expected surprises.
(Are they still surprises, then??)
I recieved a wonderful gift from Ellie this morning, and I am soon to recieve another very, very special one from...the Lord. :o) I'm trying not to worry about tomorrow (literally and figuratively). I still haven't really checked my email. I HAVE SO MUCH SCHOOL TO DO BEFORE FRIDAY!!!!!!
But I'm still smiling.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Unfortunately, that also includes three more days. (I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!)
My Lovely Day:
I woke up chipper this morning. As in, I giggled all through breakfast (between sneezes). Yeah, I'm definitely going crazy.
I was gone from about 8:15-2:15. Yuck.
I got home with a huge headache, had a lovely talk with Julia, and then a very in-depth IM conversation with Allen with 15-30 minute intervals between our responses. I definitely talked to my brothers on IM more when they were here than now that they're back there. *sigh* Our family...
I took my English book up to my bed, didn't even open it, tried to sleep my headache off, "woke up", set out to do my paper round, saw some kids playing cricket in the street, came home alive, ate dinner, took a shower, walked with Tamara to the Glovers (one of our less exciting walks), babysat the kiddies, was still reading to them when Matt and Justine got home 30 minutes past the kids' bedtime!, got fired (in a joking way. I think. I hope. :)), drove home with Matt, gave him 3 pieces of bread, chatted with Emily, "edited" her school assignment, ignored all my emails, helped Benji take out the trash, started writing this post, recieved a hug and kiss from Benji, hoped to go to bed, and tried not to think about tomorrow.
Oh the joy. Buenos noches.
song of the post ~ "I Don't Want This Anymore" by Straylight Run
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Saturday, March 03, 2007
So this morning I woke up (at the wonderful hour of 8:37 am, I might add. Let's not discuss what time I went to sleep last night....) to the sound of Judy Rogers. I thought I was seven years old again. If only.
I walked across the street behind our house to join Rosa's surprise 70th birthday party. It was just a nice little family gathering--reminded me of our own family gatherings past. I kind of just sat there smiling and nodding at the right times and occasionally adding to Tamara's constant chatter with everyone (I mean that in a good way) for the first 30 minutes or so, but then I got caught up in conversation with some of the people. I hope Tamara was proud, because I reminded myself of her. It was pretty amazing.
But what was even more amazing was talking to one of the guys about being homeschooled (we all actually talked about that quite a bit throughout the evening). He made my week by saying that homeschooling sounded pretty sexy. I'm sorry, but that was incredible. I wanted to laugh for the rest of the night over the grandness of that statement. However, I controlled myself.
Next Friday evening begins Family Camp at Dixon's Creek. I am looking forward to it like...a lot. Last year was great, but I think this year will be GRAND. I just wish events such as this happened more often.
Sundays are by far the best part of my week.
"If you turn away your foot from the Sabbath,
From doing your pleasure on My holy day,
And call the Sabbath a delight,
The holy day of the LORD honorable,
And shall honor Him, not doing your own ways
Nor finding your own pleasure,
Nor speaking your own words,
Then you shall delight yourself in the LORD;
And I will cause you to ride on the high hills of the earth,
And feed you with the heritage of Jacob your father.
The mouth of the LORD has spoken."
song of the post ~ "Life is Wonderful" by Jason Mraz
(I'm trying to be cheery in my song selection. Did I succeed??)
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