Wednesday, January 29, 2014

My Favorite Book

My favorite book is the Witch of Blackbird Pond.  It tells the story of a young girl in the late 1600's who, after her grandfather's death, leaves her tropical home in Barbados to live with her aunt and uncle in Connecticut (i think).  As she struggles to fit in and learn the puritan ways she is befriended by  a Quaker woman who lives all alone in the Blackbird swamp.  Our heroine has to hide the fact that she is friends with the Quaker woman because the Quakers are disliked by the Puritans.  The girl's secret is found out, and she is accused of witchcraft.

I just think that everyone should read the book who has the even the littlest interest in history.  It's one of my favorites because of the history, because it is well written, good plot, and the author has an amazing knowledge of people and their personalities.  I'm sure I could write a book on books that I think everyone should read :)  However, I don't think that people would really appreciate me and my soapbox if I did.   Now I'm going to write all about food, because I'm hungry.  My dad and I have this joke, that we always seem to go to the grocery store when we're hungry and so, are pointing out all the yummy looking stuff that we can possibly see.  Now I don't have a big appetite, some days I could go all day without eating and the next I can't stop.  My brother is hungry most of the time. So is the younger.  My sister is tall for her age and seems to be growing, and constantly eating.  I swear that she's going to pass me up in height in the next few years.  I was always average in height (still am) and she's always been tall.  It's sort of sad, it used to be that I was the tallest kid in the family, now I'm second soon to be third. 


Music has always highly affected me, in a good way.  However because of this I have to be careful to what I listen to because of how it plays on my emotions. One of my absolute favorite songs is Here I Am by the group Downhere.  On top of having beautiful lyrics, I also love their sound.  If you haven't ever heard it before, look it up on you tube, it's really good.  I really appreciate what the christian music community does.  Recently Natalie Grant stood up for what she believes in even though she is receiving a lot of abuse over it.   Honestly, I don't know how some of these secular songs like, What Does the Fox Say (ouch!)  can even compare to some of my favorites.  I'll have to figure out how I can upload some of these songs onto the blog. 

Monday, January 27, 2014

Flu Blues

I have had the flu all week.  Bummer.  I woke up last Sunday with a sore throat which didn't bother me a whole lot so I went to church and felt fine, except that I wasn't quite my normal self and I was feeling like I should have a pity-party for no good reason.  After church we had a birthday party, that's when I really started feeling bad.  Nasty sore throat, splitting headache, absolutely no appetite, and lack of my normal energy.  I got home that afternoon and had a quick shower and went straight to bed.  It lasted most of the week, but by Friday I was feeling better and so yesterday I made it to church.  I actually made it through the service without coughing which was a miracle, but it helped that I didn't sing, I mouthed the words and thoroughly enjoyed it too! Got a coughing fit during classes and had to leave to pull myself together, funny since it was the first one I'd had all week.  I made it home had a pretty good afternoon and evening but I went to bed in a foul mood.  I was feeling that I hadn't gotten my way all day, where we sat in church, getting in trouble several times, and the lima beans for lunch didn't help either.  lovely.

For the last few days my dog has been bothering me non-stop.  It's starting to get on my nerves.  Teddy wants to sit on my lap while we watch a movie then he hops down several seconds after hopping up, then he wants back up again. Repeating the process several times gets to me and I tell him 'no' so he begins to whine and yip.  Now I am a dog lover.  Completely.  And Teddy (i call him Bubba) is my special friend. I would enjoy doing agility with him someday that is, if he can get the basic commands down first. What a dog to have.  Now if I could get my dream Irish Wolfhound (i love anything Irish) that would be fantastic!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

excuse how long the chapter is,  it's my favorite one in the Bible. 

Psalms 91

Psalms 91

He who dwells in the shelter
or the Most High
will rest in the shadow of
the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord,
"He is my refuge and my
my God, in whom I trust."

Surely he will save you from
the fowler's snare
and from the deadly
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your
shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by
nor the pestilence that stalks 
in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with 
your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you make the Most High 
your dwelling-
even the Lord, who is my
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near
your tent.
For he will command his angels
concerning you
to guard you in all your
they will lift you up in their 
so that you will not strike 
your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion
and the cobra;
you will trample the great
lion and the serpent.

"Because he loves me," says
the Lord, "I will rescue
I will protect him, for he
acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I
will answer him;
I will be with him in 
I will deliver him and honor
With long life will I satisfy
and show him my

Excited With Elijah!

Today I was sitting on the sofa holding my little brother Elijah who is about eight weeks old.  I was talking to him like I always do, and he was smiling at me, laughing, and trying to talk back.  It's amazing to have a little baby like that carrying on a conversation with you, even though I have no idea what he is talking about but he loves it when I talk to him like he's quite a bit older.  Now I love babies and kids.  So having a little baby in the house is way too much fun! Elijah or E.J. as we call him is a kid who loves to smile.  Sometimes he's so happy it's like he can't stand it.  It's hard not being able to take him anywhere because he is way too cute and fun. We can't take him anywhere because of RSV, doctor's orders!  I would be showing him off like crazy.  It's so weird to have had a baby like that in the house for so long and none of my friends have seen him, ever.  :(
Maybe we can solve that with a picture........

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Have You Ever Wondered?

Have you ever wondered what you would be remembered for if you died tomorrow?  What would my family think of when they hear my name.  Would they think of me as kind and sweet, or difficult and unlikable? Yes, I have been labeled as 'kleptomaniac' and other such things.  Would I be remembered for my extensive imagination and extreme vision to change the world some day? Or the bad hair-days and the days where I cried non-stop because nothing was going right? I won't tell about the days when I did everything but lock myself in my room and yell at everyone to leave me alone.  I know that I'm not always the 'poster child' in my family, and I'm definitely not qualified for the easiest kid award.  I have at times pushed my parents to the limit (poor guys, when I'm in a mood it's not a pretty sight)  and there have been other times when I was a little angel and my family loved me.  Honestly, I feel sorry for what my family has to deal with.  So I should make it my life's work to be remembered for the good times rather than the bad when I die (at the ripe old age of 94, mind you)   So what would my family say if I did die tomorrow (highly unlikely)?  I sometimes really wonder.

Hitler's Cross

For school I am in the process of reading 'Hitler's Cross' which is right up my alley since I've always had this sort of fascination with the Holocaust.  I would like to quote a piece in in that really grabbed my attention, "Is silence in the face of injustice the same as complicity? Are small compromises justified if they might prevent the state from crushing religious freedom?"  As I was thinking about this, it kind of hit me that it actually applied to me.  How many times have I heard or seen a friend say or do something that I do not feel comfortable with, and instead of telling them that I don't approve of it, I laugh it off.  Instead of standing up for my standards I lower them so that I am not in an awkward position.  I have always been a bit insecure and often because of this insecurity, I don't stand up for what I believe in because I'm afraid that the person that I stand up to might not like me or tell others that I'm a 'goody-two-shoes'.  But when you think about it, which is more important? Your reputation to people that you won't have any contact with in ten years, or your heavenly reputation to the people  that you will spend the rest of eternity with, ultimately God? Why are we so worried about what we look like? Why do I compromise my beliefs? Why do I buy into the world's lie that I have to hide who I really am? That I'm not acceptable the way God created me? Yes, I have my quirks, like I CANNOT stand the sound of people chewing or gulping.  Or that I'm shy and maybe not as outgoing as I appear.  Why do I compromise?  If God made me beautiful in His eyes, then why do I feel like I'm not beautiful and that I'm not acceptable as just plain me.  I've often been told that I come across as confident and that I have it completely figured out, when I hear that I laugh because I am the last person to know about confidence and put togetherness.  Why does the culture tell us that we need to compromise and hide.  Like I've always hidden the fact that I have this thing about Littlest Pet Shop. Aren't the little animals just way too adorable?  I would eventually like to get to the place where I don't feel like I have to hide anything, to where I am confident in who I am.  To where I don't compromise my standards and beliefs.  Is it too much to ask to stand up for what we believe in as Christ Follower's?  Is it too much to ask myself  to be just plain me?   Is it ultimately rewarding to give in? Is what we should ask ourselves.  Or is it ultimately rewarding to stand up for what we believe in?  Just ask yourself this question.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Dreaming, Again

the other night I dreamed that I was at this aviation camp with these other teenagers (go figure) and I was joking around with these two boys (go figure again)  one of them was saying that he should shovel snow for a living, to which I enthusiastically add that it should be his summer job, to which he gets really excited about.  Then  I'm standing with them in line for a buffet or something, the other guy grabs the biggest piece of some kind of sweet bread that I had my eye on. I then proceed to tell the guy that he's a pig and in doing so grab TWO pieces of the bread.  I then begin to feel very guilty about being such a tomboy that I start shouting that I'm a tomboy so that the other girls wouldn't think that I was an idiot or something.  I woke up wondering why on earth I had chosen to read a biography on Alan Shepard for school that day.  :)


 I'm trying to figure out the purpose of facebook.  Yes, I will admit that I do look over my mother's shoulder when she's on.  Seriously though, what is the purpose of it. I don't have a facebook account because I don't want to deal with all the junk that you get, the time that you waste on it, and the fact that I am not exactly keen on having my very different name on the internet (I have yet to meet another Liana)
I do have email (prehistoric, right?) and now this blog.  Facebook would probably cause me to waste perfectly good time reading about other people's seemingly amazing lives when I should be studying for a test, practicing my music, or just spending more time with my family.  Now I do think that it's fun to see what other people are up to (just don't get too offended if your boyfriend posts a picture of himself and another girl)  and it's awesome if people you know have moved or you moved.  Like my mom has a bunch of friends from Spain and Aruba.  It also seems to be the best way to contact people last minute.  I hate talking on the phone.  If I ever have to call you, you'll know that I spent half an hour standing by the phone taking deep breaths.  So facebook comes very much in handy for that.  Just fyi, if you ever have to contact me first email me, if I don't check it then facebook my mom,  if that doesn't work then call but that's only as a last resort OK?  So if I ever do make my appearance on facebook you can come back to this post and laugh at me, tell me not to waste my time, and go study for that test that's coming up.

I HATE typo's.  Just sayin'  because I spelt meet 'meat' at first, then when I meant to say 'time' I spelt it 'mind'.  Yeah, that's right,  waste my mind.  Err!!!
This just reminds me that I need to work more on my spelling.  Just what I love, something to remind me about how I need to work on something else (hopefully you picked up on the sarcastic note in my voice).  It will be THE day when I get through it without any mistakes.  It seems like I spend an awful lot of time getting in trouble and suffering the consequences.  It seems like if you get in trouble a lot you should be able to get out of it, well not me.  It seems like I just make a mistake without really thinking.  It seems like I spend an awful lot of time asking myself, "Why ME?"
This morning I was trying to open a bag of cereal, and I got it all over the kitchen. I keep knocking my mom's plants into the dishwater when I'm doing dishes, I'm always breaking bowls, plates, and cups.  It's always really hard if we go to someone's house for supper because it's about all I can do to not ruin their carpet or tablecloth. I've done it before, someone's white carpet becomes red.  I'm what you would call a 'clutz'.  Sigh.  Why do people favor the color white for their tablecloth or carpet? WHY? 

Would I Be Happy?

I'm asking myself a question, if I had everything I ever wanted would I be happy?  I know that this sounds kinda silly.  If I had another dog, my entire college savings, the electric green car, the iphone 5s, the mac laptop, the ipod nanno, all the running equipment I ever wanted, an exquisite wardrobe, a perfect family, a gecko, a perfect house (mansion), acres and acres of land, a brain that actually works, a big screen in my room, my own room that I didn't have to share, more than enough money, and a pond in my backyard, and all the animals that I ever wanted (I'm an animal lover), and......
I could go on and on.  But if I had everything that I ever even remotely wanted, would I be happy? Or would I be spoiled and bratty?  Just a thought for the day.  Would I honestly be happy?
Now you know that I do not have another dog, my entire college savings (great, now I'm thinking about how much money I don't have in the bank), the car, the iphone, and all that other stuff.  My family is not perfect (I can attest to that) my dog has A.D.H.D my brain does not work, and I don't live on acres and acres of land.
So if that doesn't get you thinking I don't know what will. 

Monday, January 13, 2014

Plagues And Vitamins

So I recently did a research paper for school about the Black Death which was a violent plague which happened in the Middle Ages.  Now I am not a fan of math or science. Meaning  that I also receive barely passing grades.  I honestly think that someone created algebra just to make my life miserable.  I'm sure that most people know that when it comes to academics I'm not exactly the smartest person that made their appearance on earth.  But I do really enjoy all the other stuff, like writing, language arts, history, spelling, and of course all the extra curricular stuff like sports and music.  So right now I've come to the conclusion that Newton made his laws of motion and gravity with me in mind and he laughed the entire time when it came to thinking about how miserable he was going to make me. 
I commend any person out there who actually graduated from high school,  right now I don't think that I'm going to make it.  I mean it too!

But back to my paper.  I presented it last night to my family, and it resulted in a really interesting discussion about the cleanliness, diet, and medical procedures back then.  Now you know that our family is like REALLY into the whole health thing.  (I"m still not sure why because I'm a junk food fan)
Last year I did a lot of babysitting for kids who had colds and flues which resulted in me getting sick a lot too.  So since I'm not interested in being sick during the entirety of January and February again I've learned a few things.  First of all, washing your hands before you babysit while you're babysitting and after you come home is a must, at the first sign of symptoms I take a million different nasty tasting stuff such as garlic, vitamin C, and vitamin B to name a few.  Normally I'm not the kind of person to get sick, but if I do get whatever I get I get REALLY sick.  It's the thing of I don't fall often, but when I do fall I fall hard and fast. 
I have other things that ail me though when I'm not sick.  I'm extremely motion sensitive to the point of not being able to go on the ferris wheel at the fair.  I'm in misery when in the passengers seat of the car and going down a highway. 
I also get migrains, but they're migrains without the pain I get all the symptoms nausea, dizziness, and all that junk.  I'll wake up in the night and the room is spinning, I go back to sleep when the spinning stops because nothing can keep me awake for long.  Then the next day I'm miserable. I've gotten these Saturday nights then Sundays I'm a mess. The very noise of the place makes me feel like I could throw up, but I never do.  It's kinda weird.  Now I've bored you with my ailments, so if you like you may bore me with yours, and I will get really bored.

Please excuse all the typos and spelling and grammar mistakes, I'm too lazy to go back and correct them all.

Guys and Girls.....

To all guys and girls out there:

If some creepy guy(s) ever come up to you and you don't know them, but they ask you what your name is tell them that it's Marcia Brady.  See what they do and then come back and tell me.

If some amazingly forward girl (seriously, how can they be so bold?) asks you your name tell them that it's either Elvis Presley or Bing Crosby (whichever you prefer)  watch what their reaction is, then come and report to me.

Guys and Girls:
 Now if the person has the audacity to ask you if you're on facebook, tell them that no your face is not on the  cover of a book.  If they ask you if you're on Twitter tell them that you're not dumb, you actually TALK instead of  TWEETING.  Then walk away.  Girls: seeing as this probably doesn't apply to guys,  if the creepy guy happens to physically start to try to keep you from walking away, pretend you're Black Widow in the Avengers.  Actually, you'd probably want to either scream, call 911, or tell him that you're dad is Chief of Police.  
Trust me, if the person happens to get the joke their reaction will be hilarious.  I'm going to start carrying out this practice myself.  Should be interesting......

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Weekdays and Weekends?

Does anyone else have days of the week that they really don't like.  I don't like Wednesdays because they're really crazy.  I have school in the morning which usually doesn't go so well.  Then in the afternoon I'm either frantically searching for something or forgetting something that I really shouldn't forget  (yesterday I was frantically searching for my little brother's homeopathic medicine which my mother lost and we later found it in her shoe)  Then I shovel some supper into my mouth, run upstairs, brush my teeth, poke my eye with eyeliner, and grab my violin case forgetting my stand which I need to take.  Then I'm picked up for my evening activities.  Scratch my way through ensemble then hurry on to Trek to frantically memorize verses before I have to recite them trying to ignore the fact that I really don't feel like being there because I'm way out of my comfort zone.  Then I go home eat a snack (this one is apples and water)  hop in the shower,  slide my way into bed eventually, and wonder why I go through this ordeal every week.

Sundays is another one.  Sunday mornings kill you don't they?  You have to get up at seven on a WEEKEND on a cloudy morning that was meant for sleeping.  Then you try to get dressed in matching clothes brush your hair and put mascara on everywhere except where it's supposed to go.  Choke down some breakfast, drive forty-five minutes to chuch get your seats and listen to the sermon while trying to stay awake because you went to bed too late the night before.  Why is church in the mornings, why not the evening when I'm at my peak?   Oh well, maybe it's just me and my thoughts.  Or maybe I'm grumpy today, who knows? 

Junk Food And Me

If my mother would let me this is what I would eat every day:

For breakfast I would have those Eggo waffles with that fatty, sweetened butter and sugary syrup or whipped cream and strawberries (the strawberries are NOT oraganic)

For lunch I would have Kraft macaroni and cheese (probably white cheddar) and a PBJ on white bread.  For desert (i would have to have desert after lunch, you see) I would eat a package of mint Oreos.

Snack is the best part of all.  I would have 'garlicy' Club crackers with cream cheese and honey (not the raw stuff we usually get, the honey that have the ingredients in which the word 'honey' is not included)
If I'm still hungry after that I would have a chocolate chip cookie. 

For Supper I would eat either a pizza from one of my favorite places (i'm picky about which pizza i eat) or a well seasoned pasta, or a couple TV dinners.  For desert I would have either a cherry dark chocolate cake (if there is such a thing)  or a pastry with some delicious creaminess in the middle.

My midnight snack would be a glazed donut and a glass of chocolate milk.

Now I will conveniently ignore the fact that I would gain fifty pounds, would die of cancer at age thirty-five, and would feel miserable all the time.  Sometimes it's nice to dream, isn't it?  I would eat like this, but I happen to have a mother who would be horrified if I did and I have read enough books to terrify me about the effect of chemicals and white sugar.  But there isn't anything wrong with WISHING is there?!!?

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Snow Time!

        It's freezing outside.  And all the schools are closed, except of course, mine.  Ah, the joys of being homeschooled.  Somehow I do find this weather being more than a little rude to come freezing it's way into the middle of my very busy life and freeze everything stand-still.  I happen to like to be busy, so for me being stuck at home is not my ideal way of passing time.  On the other hand, I could look at this weather, thank God for his gracious act of slowing down my life, and take a breather or as my friends would say,  "Chillax, girl!"

             Today my dog goes outside to relieve himself (excuse his unseemly behavior, but he really had to go)
and decides that instead of coming into our nice, warm house, he starts to bark at what was most likely snow blowing in the neighbors yard.  So now he's really cold and begins to do that little dance that dogs do when they're cold.  It goes like this, (the rap music has started) front paw up, put your back paw up, kinda to shake then up goes the front, watch your owner bang the window, and put your right paw up!  (pathetic explanation :( )  So he comes to the door and is so cold he can't get himself into the house.  This just tells you  how cold it is, because my little dog has a REALLY thick coat (trust me, i know. I'm the one that gives him baths, brushes him, and grooms him)

             So for the first time this year (or last) I actually woke up at 7 and felt like I was in my right mind.  I actually woke up at 4:30 and fell back asleep and dreamed about one of my favorite movies, then I woke up again at 4:50 and went promptly back asleep, and then I woke up at 7 hopped out of my nice warm bed, woke my sister up when I crashed into all her stuff, and was downstairs to make the tea at 7:15.  Now in case this doesn't surprise you,  it is usually a terror for my family to get me up as early as 9:00 in the morning and if they even succeed I'm a bear the rest of the morning.  I'm still on vacation mode (not christmas vacation, summer vacation from 2011)  Now if only I could get up at 6 and be this nice......

Thursday, January 2, 2014


made bread today, I'm pretty proud of myself  :)
it was a recipe of a dear friend of mine, so it made it kinda special.  Not to mention that I hiked through this perilous weather to borrow some yeast from my gramma.  And I haven't made bread since I was seven years old (if you can call watching the bread maker do it's job making bread)  hopefully it turns out, and not be a disaster like the pumpkin cookies I made this fall.  I love to spend my time baking during the holiday break from school.  I made biscuits one day so that we could have biscuits and gravy the next day for breakfast.  I would like to make my absolute favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe before school starts up again.  I mean this is my FAVORITE cookie recipe ever, it's really easy, it turns out amazing, and they're sorta healthy without tasting it.  Wish I could have had time to make my grannie's christmas cake, but I didn't have time.  Hey, if anyone has a favorite recipe I would love to hear about it.

 Don't you just love snowy weather? Next to Autumn, Winter is my favorite season.  It's that kind of day when all you want to do is have a yummy baked good with hot chocolate and curl up in a blanket and watch what my brother would call a romantic chic-flick.  All the while pretending that Christmas vacation lasts forever.  Seriously, this is the life!!!

Resolutions and The New Year

I hate New Year resolutions.  Usually my resolutions last about two days before I decide that brushing my teeth four times a day is way to much work.  Don't get me wrong, I love the New Year by itself, but I usually pass on the resolution part.  In fact, if people ask me if I made any for the year my response would probably be something like this,  my one resolution was to not make any resolutions.
Well, a it's a new year and that means it's time for me to start worrying about getting myself together so that I can have semi normal year in 2014.