Dear Readers,
Ahhh, what a lovely Easter day. The girls wearing there beautiful Easter dresses they spent an hour looking for at JCPenney's and the boys wearing the ties that make them grimace when Mom pulls it out of the drawer. Easter! Going to church, just getting there on time and sitting there for the Easter service. The pastor has preached a wonderful sermon! Yeah, Jesus was crucified and he rose in three days. Amen! Then everyone goes home and gets their Easter picture taken. Mom is saying, "Do I look okay, do I need more lipstick?", brothers and sisters whining, "Not a picture! I'm hungry!" and "Can I take this tie thing off, it's choking me!". The pictures are taken, everyone sullen and surly. We eat lunch, take a nap and gripe when we have to get up and go to church again. It's Easter! It's a holiday! WHY CAN'T WE STAY HOME!!!
Sometimes we seem to lose the point of Easter. They say that when Jesus was on the cross He had all the world's sin put upon him. I never really thought about it until just recently, and this may be obvious to others, but, it was all the world's sins from the beginning to the end of time. I cannot fathom how excruciatingly painful that must have been. That's not including what he went through before. He was beat and tortured, a crown of thorns on his brow. It says in Mark 16:34 that after the ninth hour, God turned away from him because he cannot look at sin. God had looked upon him his entire life and all of a sudden, when he not only was beaten and had all the sins of the world upon his shoulders, God turned away. How terrible and sad. He had done nothing to deserve this and we did everything. It doesn't seem fair. Shouldn't we love Jesus more though? Shouldn't we praise God for sending him to save us from an eternal life in hell? No, we sit on our pews with an occasional "amen" then we go home.
I'm not saying everyone is like this. I'm like this most of the time unfortunately. Yes, he died on the cross and then rose again. We speak of it so nonchalantly. We just don't need take this for granted.
Hmmm, isn't God awesome? Happy Easter!
~Nicole
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I'm Going Through A Shrinking Spurt
Dear Readers,
Today I went shopping with Memaw, got my dress altered, went with Brandon to skeet shooting practice, then we came home, cleaned, and watched Nicholas Nickleby. I'm tired. My arms are soooo sore (I shot two rounds today, because I need the practice like I need air). You must watch Nicholas Nickleby, tis good. Well, I'll write more tomorrow, now I'm going to bed!
~Nicole
Today I went shopping with Memaw, got my dress altered, went with Brandon to skeet shooting practice, then we came home, cleaned, and watched Nicholas Nickleby. I'm tired. My arms are soooo sore (I shot two rounds today, because I need the practice like I need air). You must watch Nicholas Nickleby, tis good. Well, I'll write more tomorrow, now I'm going to bed!
~Nicole
Thursday, March 13, 2008
How was tomorrow? I think you know what I mean.
Dear Readers,
I've thought about many things that I've been wanting to post about throughout the past few days. Unfortunately, I have short term memory loss and cannot remember anything. So, I'm going to write about what I'm thinking about at the moment.
I was thinking about Mom and Brandon trying to talk me into going to an American Idol audition. Hahahaha!!! Very comical, wouldn't you agree? I'd be terrified! I do NOT handle rejection well. I would be heartbroken. Just the thought of it stresses me out. I can just imagine it... I walk in, nervous, nauseaus, shaky, etc. They ask me to tell them about myself, but I cannot think, so I don't answer. They then ask me to sing after laughing at my idiotic behavior. I start to sing (probably a jazzy, Norah Jones type of song) and start out too soft, then get too loud. My voice cracks, I suddenly get the hiccups... Wow, this could only happen in my worst nightmare... oh wait! This is it!!! Hmmm, wonder why I even came here... I'd finish my song with a terrible ending. They would be laughing through the whole thing, so I'd sit on the floor and blubber. They would say that it was awful, have security carry me out and I'd go home, get in bed and pray they didn't put it on tv. I would stay there until.... I'd just stay there. I don't think that Mom and Brandon REALLY want to be the cause of my mental breakdown. So, DON'T ASK ME ANYMORE!!! Please?
Depression would hurt.
~Nicole
I've thought about many things that I've been wanting to post about throughout the past few days. Unfortunately, I have short term memory loss and cannot remember anything. So, I'm going to write about what I'm thinking about at the moment.
I was thinking about Mom and Brandon trying to talk me into going to an American Idol audition. Hahahaha!!! Very comical, wouldn't you agree? I'd be terrified! I do NOT handle rejection well. I would be heartbroken. Just the thought of it stresses me out. I can just imagine it... I walk in, nervous, nauseaus, shaky, etc. They ask me to tell them about myself, but I cannot think, so I don't answer. They then ask me to sing after laughing at my idiotic behavior. I start to sing (probably a jazzy, Norah Jones type of song) and start out too soft, then get too loud. My voice cracks, I suddenly get the hiccups... Wow, this could only happen in my worst nightmare... oh wait! This is it!!! Hmmm, wonder why I even came here... I'd finish my song with a terrible ending. They would be laughing through the whole thing, so I'd sit on the floor and blubber. They would say that it was awful, have security carry me out and I'd go home, get in bed and pray they didn't put it on tv. I would stay there until.... I'd just stay there. I don't think that Mom and Brandon REALLY want to be the cause of my mental breakdown. So, DON'T ASK ME ANYMORE!!! Please?
Depression would hurt.
~Nicole
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Don't Worry, Tomorrow Will Be Worse!
Dear Readers,
Wow, I wonder why I always indent even though it doesn't show on my actual blog... oh well! I'm very proud of you all. I have a new record of 33 comments. I would like to get to 70 though... hint, hint. Brandon, you could have contributed! Grrr, I still skip you though.
There I go, indenting again. Today I went outside with the girls and rode bikes and played "Sister Acrobats" where we are orphan sisters trying to make a living in the circus as acrobats. We stayed on an elderly ladies piece of land. I told Beth that the police had said that when Mrs. Doskins died we could not stay on her land anymore since it would belong to the state. Beth then went into the house briefly, came back out and said, "She's dead". Wow, how depressing. Then we went to Russia where we progressed tremendously and bought a house at which we are now staying. (it's a trailer in the backyard) Very cool, eh?
Before that, we were riding bikes up and down the dirt road. Audrey couldn't keep up with us, so I put her on my bike and we went riding! The first time was easy, the second time... wasn't. Audrey kept on saying, "This is fun, this is fun! Go faster, faster, faster!!!" I was saying, "This is excruciatingly painful!!!". You see, I didn't think it was fun at all... Oh well.
The good news is: Chuck Norris still rocks.
The bad news is: I can't summon his powers. Perhaps if I summoned the powers
of the Walker Arkansas Ranger...
~Nicole
Wow, I wonder why I always indent even though it doesn't show on my actual blog... oh well! I'm very proud of you all. I have a new record of 33 comments. I would like to get to 70 though... hint, hint. Brandon, you could have contributed! Grrr, I still skip you though.
There I go, indenting again. Today I went outside with the girls and rode bikes and played "Sister Acrobats" where we are orphan sisters trying to make a living in the circus as acrobats. We stayed on an elderly ladies piece of land. I told Beth that the police had said that when Mrs. Doskins died we could not stay on her land anymore since it would belong to the state. Beth then went into the house briefly, came back out and said, "She's dead". Wow, how depressing. Then we went to Russia where we progressed tremendously and bought a house at which we are now staying. (it's a trailer in the backyard) Very cool, eh?
Before that, we were riding bikes up and down the dirt road. Audrey couldn't keep up with us, so I put her on my bike and we went riding! The first time was easy, the second time... wasn't. Audrey kept on saying, "This is fun, this is fun! Go faster, faster, faster!!!" I was saying, "This is excruciatingly painful!!!". You see, I didn't think it was fun at all... Oh well.
The good news is: Chuck Norris still rocks.
The bad news is: I can't summon his powers. Perhaps if I summoned the powers
of the Walker Arkansas Ranger...
~Nicole
Monday, February 18, 2008
Is Chuck Norris Behind Me?
Dear Readers,
Yesterday I went to Memaw's after church for lunch as usual. We had tacos, yum. April, Jon, and I sat at our un-completely grownup table as usual and we talked about our random stuff... as usual. They were talking about Walker Texas Ranger and how cool Chuck Norris was/is. I then broke out in to song, as usual, singing, "cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you, any wrong you do he's gonna see..." this is where I messed up since I have not seen the show in five years. I said when you are in danger look behind you, instead of when you are in Texas (look behind you, cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be). But, who cares, mine is cooler. Anywho, I started pretend choking and kept looking behind me to see if he was there and he wasn't! It was so disappointing. Then April told me that you had to be in Texas. Isn't that sad? I want to go to Texas and see if he is really behind me, cause that would be cool.
So, if the song was "when you are in danger look behind you", then Dad would have had Chuck Norris behind him twice today. First, this morning a lady hit him (while he was driving). It didn't hurt his truck except for the littlest scratch on his bumper. Then, when he was going to work he hit a dog. Don't worry Emy, he is fine (the dog and my dad). He said that the dog just got up and started following his truck, then fell over. But, he's up again. Personally, I wouldn't mind if the evil pit bull died. It tried to attack me once.
Stupid pit bulls and bees.
~Nicole
Yesterday I went to Memaw's after church for lunch as usual. We had tacos, yum. April, Jon, and I sat at our un-completely grownup table as usual and we talked about our random stuff... as usual. They were talking about Walker Texas Ranger and how cool Chuck Norris was/is. I then broke out in to song, as usual, singing, "cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you, any wrong you do he's gonna see..." this is where I messed up since I have not seen the show in five years. I said when you are in danger look behind you, instead of when you are in Texas (look behind you, cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be). But, who cares, mine is cooler. Anywho, I started pretend choking and kept looking behind me to see if he was there and he wasn't! It was so disappointing. Then April told me that you had to be in Texas. Isn't that sad? I want to go to Texas and see if he is really behind me, cause that would be cool.
So, if the song was "when you are in danger look behind you", then Dad would have had Chuck Norris behind him twice today. First, this morning a lady hit him (while he was driving). It didn't hurt his truck except for the littlest scratch on his bumper. Then, when he was going to work he hit a dog. Don't worry Emy, he is fine (the dog and my dad). He said that the dog just got up and started following his truck, then fell over. But, he's up again. Personally, I wouldn't mind if the evil pit bull died. It tried to attack me once.
Stupid pit bulls and bees.
~Nicole
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Dang it! Evil triumphs again!
Dear Readers,
I'm trying to get a hold of Brandon right now. YAY!!! I'm talking to him! I asked him if he wanted to say something. He said, "I don't know." What an ingenius remark! He is looking for pajamas at rue 21 for me. He is so sweet. Well, I'll write later, I need to guide him.
Later, like, the next day!
Well, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! This will be the first year that I have a valentine! Skip you Brandon Darling! He's going to come over this evening and bring me my pajamas that I don't know about, cause it's a surprise. What he doesn't know is that I have a surprise for him, so ha! Today, my family and I had a valentines lunch. Some kind of steak stuff and yellow and green beans. Oh, and my personal favorite, a baked potato with butter, salt and sour cream. I love potatoes. You'll never guess what happened today though, so I'm just going to tell you! Today, I was went next door to my Grandmother's house to get the hair dryer. I was wearing some baggy navy blue pajama pants (I love pajamas). A few minutes later, when I was back inside and getting my hair wet in the sink so I could put gel in it and dry it and make it all fluffery, I felt something on my leg. I thought it was just my pajama pants rubbing on my leg, so I swished my pants and "something" crawled up and around, then it bit me on my upper, upper leg in the back.... It hurt bad!!!! I started screaming, "Mom!!! SOMETHING IS BITING ME!!!!!!" and ran into the kitchen with my hair soaking everything. She looked at it and pulled something out and looked at it, but could not figure out what it was. I limped back in the bathroom and started fixing my hair again when I felt it going down my other leg. I started crying because I was already in a bit of pain and did not want that thing, whatever it was, to bite me again. So I yelled for Mom and she came a found out that it was a stinkin bee! I hate bees now. I cannot sit properly. Stupid, stupid, stupid bee. I'm glad it died. This has been an eventful Valentine's Day.
~Nicole
I'm trying to get a hold of Brandon right now. YAY!!! I'm talking to him! I asked him if he wanted to say something. He said, "I don't know." What an ingenius remark! He is looking for pajamas at rue 21 for me. He is so sweet. Well, I'll write later, I need to guide him.
Later, like, the next day!
Well, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! This will be the first year that I have a valentine! Skip you Brandon Darling! He's going to come over this evening and bring me my pajamas that I don't know about, cause it's a surprise. What he doesn't know is that I have a surprise for him, so ha! Today, my family and I had a valentines lunch. Some kind of steak stuff and yellow and green beans. Oh, and my personal favorite, a baked potato with butter, salt and sour cream. I love potatoes. You'll never guess what happened today though, so I'm just going to tell you! Today, I was went next door to my Grandmother's house to get the hair dryer. I was wearing some baggy navy blue pajama pants (I love pajamas). A few minutes later, when I was back inside and getting my hair wet in the sink so I could put gel in it and dry it and make it all fluffery, I felt something on my leg. I thought it was just my pajama pants rubbing on my leg, so I swished my pants and "something" crawled up and around, then it bit me on my upper, upper leg in the back.... It hurt bad!!!! I started screaming, "Mom!!! SOMETHING IS BITING ME!!!!!!" and ran into the kitchen with my hair soaking everything. She looked at it and pulled something out and looked at it, but could not figure out what it was. I limped back in the bathroom and started fixing my hair again when I felt it going down my other leg. I started crying because I was already in a bit of pain and did not want that thing, whatever it was, to bite me again. So I yelled for Mom and she came a found out that it was a stinkin bee! I hate bees now. I cannot sit properly. Stupid, stupid, stupid bee. I'm glad it died. This has been an eventful Valentine's Day.
~Nicole
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