Sunday, February 28, 2010


No, not the kind that our current president promised - he's giving us the wrong change. Ah! Enough politics!

Change happens to everyone. You're not immune to it; it just happens, you most likely will not be ready for it, and it will give you new experiences to grow. It can come in any shape and size, it can drastically alter the way you think about things in life. Sometimes you have a say in the matter, sometimes you don't want it to come, but it is inevitable in every situation. Any decision you make can change your life for good or bad. Just as the weather changes from day to day, so does your life. Just as the seasons come and go, so do the seasons of your life pass by you so quickly, you had better not blink. God is in control of everything whether you like it or not, and He places you in the exact circumstances that He wants you in. Every bit of change that is thrown your way is a chance to mature in God, to grow in your faith, to make you that "wise" elderly person telling the younger generation about your experiences. It's the change that makes that all possible. Only through change can get you out of your rut in life and make you try a different route. By giving you the chances to see things from a different perspective, you might decide that a different way is better, a different choice is more purposeful. Sitting here at the crossroads of adolesence, teenager-ness (see, I do create words for my own purposes!), and adult-hood - life. I can't just sit here and be comfortable through the journey - in the same rut of the road that I've been in for a while. It's time to move on.

Since the beginning of 2010, my family has been trying a new church. It's been difficult being seperated from friends that I've grown up with my entire self-conscious life. We've all gone through things - together - as a church family. We were all part of each other's lives, but, for the last several months, I've felt like it's time to move on. Maybe I've changed; maybe my old church has changed, but God's been showing me that it's time to grow more and that it has to be done somewhere besides my childhood church. New people are needed to help me grow in Him. If you had asked me a year ago how I felt about changing churches, you would've gotten quite the resitance from me. But God has been helping me learn to let go of my security blanket of things that are known and push me out of my confort zone. And He has led my family to a wonderful new church. Now nothing is official, but my entire family is thoroughly enjoying this new church.

The formating of the church, the family-friendly setting (there is no Sunday school for the kiddies, they are expected to sit in with their family), the shared meal after the service, the simpler worship time, no real time constraints with the service order. Could this be a God-send? I believe so. :)

Of course, nothing is absolutely perfect... With less than ten families as part of the congregation, there aren't really any young ladies my age. But such a thing as this is severely minute when looking at the whole picture. This has made English Country Dancing all the more important for me. It's where I can spend time with other young ladies my age - with similar passions and ideals.

Well... I hope I didn't bore you too much with this seemingly lengthy post, but I felt that it needed to be said.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Wall Flower

As promised- here is a work from one of my classes this year. It is a Shakespearean sonnet entitled "Wall Flower" that I wrote for my British Literature class

Wall Flower

All alone along the wall she stood there

wanting to be special; it's her first ball.

She feels as if she's vanished into air;

the host stands up, beginning dance does call.

Other ladies seemed far more beautiful

although she was in his very own eyes;

the men were anything but plentiful

"What's the wrong with me?" she quietly sighs.

Attracted to her by her modest dress

He came to her; she fiddled with her hem.

Light of foot fantastic they did finesse;

her knight in armor, his treasure'd gem.

The eve'ning wore on, together entranced

om each others' arms, together they danced.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!

Give yourself a hug and a piece of chocolate from me! Just make sure that it's dark, okay. ;) While you're doing that please enjoy the following message that I got from a friend of mine! ^_^

The Story of St. Valentine

St. Valentine [was a] Roman priest in the year 270. He was arrested and imprisoned for performing marriage ceremonies for Christian couples at a time when such ceremonies were prohibited (as married men were exempt from the Roman army). Valentine also may have aided other Christians who were being persecuted during the reign of Emperor Claudius Gothicus (Claudius II).

Valentine was brought before the emperor and told to renounce his faith, but even under extreme torture he refused to do so. According to legend, couples whom he had married brought him flowers and gifts while he was in prison, which gave rise to the tradition of giving flowers and gifts in his honor.

Valentine tried to convert Emperor Claudius to Christianity, but his efforts were not well received: Claudius had Valentine executed outside Rome's Flaminian Gate on February 14, 270. According to another legend, while still in captivity, Valentine restored the sight of his jailer's blind daughter. On the day before his execution, he sent her a farewell message and signed it, "from your Valentine." That, of course, is said to have established another tradition.

More than two centuries later, in 496, Pope Gelasius marked February 14 as a celebration in honor of Valentine's martyrdom. According to some accounts, this date was chosen to preempt a pagan fertility festival known as Lupercalia, which took place at about that same time. Lupercalia involved a lottery by which young people would draw the name of a mate for a year. With the new holiday, Gelasius instead had participants draw the name of a saint to emulate for a year.

Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is unclear, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a devout and heroic priest who facilitated Christian love. It is no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France. The French nobleman Charles, Duke of Orleans, who was imprisoned in the Tower of London in 1415, wrote a Valentine note to his wife that is still on display in the British Museum.

- by Ronald J. Rychlak;

So, when you give or recieve flowers, chocolate, and cards today, remember St. Valentine and the intense love he had for people!
It's not about whether or not you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, or you're single. It's about loving people.
The End :)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Who's to say?

Maybe I'm catching spring fever early this year, maybe it's the unusually warm weather that we're having for this time of year - but for some odd reason, I want to get a fruit tree. This has never happened before, but something just blew across my face when I was going through the Raintree Nursery catalog and saw a Weeping Santa Rosa plum. Now, I've always loved ornamental trees, drapey trees, trees with something unique and special about them, but this tree is different - it bears fruit. So it's a useful decorative tree! :D It has the classic pink plum blossoms in the spring all across it wispy draping branches, and later in the year, there are lovely plums that you can go out and pick. Oh, another plus - it only gets to about 8 feet tall! So, yeah, I'm considering getting a tree now.

I bet you can't say this very often!

I planted 360 Chritstmas trees today. Well, not all by myself of course. ;) This morning Dad got up early to go pick them up, and as soon as he got home, we were off to the field to plant all of those baby Christmas trees. I must say, it's been a while since I really "worked" in the field since it hasn't really needed it lately. ;) It was rather enjoyable for the first half of the day - then after lunch, I think that everyone got the "after-lunch-slump" everything went much slower. Anywho, thought I'd give you more of a glimpse of what it's like to run a Christmas tree farm! :)

Monday, February 8, 2010

First "big" job

This is a size 8 girl's pioneer costume. =)

This is taken by my lit teacher - yes, the same one that bought the doll dresses for her granddaughters. One of her granddaughters has a birthday right after Christmas. =)

This is the birthday girl! <3 Apparently she wants to meet me now, and she slept in the dress the night that she got it. ;)

Can you believe that this doll dress is made completely from all of the leftover fabric from the girl's costume?


Okay, so since I've been lazy and not taking pictures of what I told you I would - I'll just get up what I got. ;) So... the paper above is some of the packaging. I guess you could say the Polish magazine was pretty exciting - especially with the "football" - the literal sense of the word "futball"

And here it is!!! at least the box...

Yes, we got a spinning wheel!!! Now we can start working down all that llama wool that's been in the attic since last spring! Just to learn how to use it... ;)