Monday, July 14, 2008
Camera
So I take a lot of pictures, and I can't take them if I my computer doesn't read my memory card. And of course, my computer cannot read my memory card AND I don't have a USB cord for it either. So, I've been without my camera for months now and I found a USB cord that came with my new computer and it doesn't fit my camera.. BUT I remembered a cord on our hope chest that looked like it would fit, and it did! I can start taking pictures again! Thank the Lord!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Camp
Today is the day I leave for the CEF camp. I'm gonna learn how to teach kids about Christ. I won't be back until the following Saturday, the 28th. Please be praying for me throughout those 8 days and for the kids we will be reaching out to! Many thanks.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
School..
Man, now I don't want school to be over with.. The other day I found out that my friend was gonna move to Spanaway durring the summer and she might not be coming back to Wilson. And, I received my finals schedule and I have finals the day before we get out of school! What's up with that?? UGH. On the other hand, I might work at a coffee shop in Freighthouse Square. I love that place! <3
Sunday, June 1, 2008
The Kittens!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
End of School
I cannot wait for school to be over with! Then, I'm gonna be a Junior. Yay! I am gonna be so busy this summer. Three days after school's out I'm going to the CEF camp for eight days, then in July I might go to a cross country camp and somewhere in there is VBS. August I am going to Florida and a couple days after I get back from there I'm going to Portland. I might also get a job too. Woot! Oh, I have to run 3 5-day camps as well after the CEF camp. I am so excited. :]]]
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
How do you live your dash?
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to dates on the tombstone
From the beginning.... to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth,
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years (1921-1960)
...
For the dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
Arid now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own:
The cars...the house... the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
...
So think about this long and hard....
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That canstill be re-arranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
...
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the peole in our lives
Like we've never loved before
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile..
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
...
So, When your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
-Author Unknown
Monday, January 21, 2008
Lunch Time xD
Jess- -sits down on couch and takes a bite of my Chicken Salad Sandwhich- "Ewwwwwwww."
Britt- -looks up from playing the wii-"What?"
Jess- "The tomato doesn't taste good."
Britt- "Oh." -goes back to playing wii-
Jess- -picks off the tomato and frowns- "Its still in the chicken!" -takes the tomato out of the chicken- "There." -looks at the bread-"Ewwwww, its on the bread too." -wipes the tomato off of the bread- "Eh, its still there!"
Britt- -looks up from the wii again-
Jess- -hits the bread on the plate- "Get off!" -tomato comes off- "Thats better." -takes bite- "Ugh, it tastes like tuna! And its looks like tuna."
Britt- "Enjoying your tuna sandwhich?"
Jess- -whimpers- "Its chicken."
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Today I went orinenteering, and we split up into two groups. The one I was in finshed in 28 minutes. The other group however... Took 1 hour and 5 minutes. The funny thing? We called them up in the car and asked them where they were.
Michelle: "Hey, Where are you guys?"
Amanda: "Down at the beach."
Michelle: "What?! You guys shouldn't be anywhere near the beach!" (we did the same course as them)
Amanda: "-in the background: See, I told you Morgan!-
Later on when we found them, we told them where the sixth control was. We had to go find them. So, me and Jess hoped out of the car and ran after them. Little did we know, they had gone back up a different way. So, we ended up on the beach. Ironic huh?
Michelle: "Hey, Where are you guys?"
Amanda: "Down at the beach."
Michelle: "What?! You guys shouldn't be anywhere near the beach!" (we did the same course as them)
Amanda: "-in the background: See, I told you Morgan!-
Later on when we found them, we told them where the sixth control was. We had to go find them. So, me and Jess hoped out of the car and ran after them. Little did we know, they had gone back up a different way. So, we ended up on the beach. Ironic huh?
Funny
My sis and I got into an argument and finally she was like "Your Mom"
And I was like "...."
"You did not just go there."
And she was like "Yuh I did."
And I was like "Your Dad."
And she was like "Your step Dad."
And I was like "Your step mom"
And she was like "Your eight siblings"
And I was like "......Theres Nine."
And she was like "....."
And I was like "...."
"You did not just go there."
And she was like "Yuh I did."
And I was like "Your Dad."
And she was like "Your step Dad."
And I was like "Your step mom"
And she was like "Your eight siblings"
And I was like "......Theres Nine."
And she was like "....."
Monday, January 7, 2008
Poem
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints of snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumns rain,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints of snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumns rain,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
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