tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73907775050572244932024-03-20T22:28:27.575-07:00My Life in RandomnessElysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-36997505768047729222009-02-17T10:14:00.000-08:002009-02-17T10:26:15.990-08:00Presidents etc. etc.<em>Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.</em><br />~George Washington<br /><br />'Cause if everyone's your best friend within minutes of meeting, you're gonna get hurt alot and badly! That's what I think he should have added.<br /><br />But American presidents are strange people. They are people who---for whatever reason---want to lead the most powerful country in the world. And, they have enough appeal and popularity to get elected by the majority of that country's citizens. Then, they have to be strong enough to do things most of us can't even imagine having to do.<br />Send people off to war and sometimes certain death, all for a greater cause.<br />Withstand the ridicule they get from their critics, and sometimes even most of their citizens.<br />Deal with people, day after day. People that they don't necessarily care much for. Annoying politicians. Insane dictators and generals. Suck-up journalists. Journalists who want to only find fault. The list goes on and on.<br /><br />Whew! I am <em>so </em>not running for president! Even if I <em>could</em> have the Jonas Brothers play live for my birthday.<br /><br />So even if we don't agree with whoever is prez, why can't we respect and honor them just 'cause their job is so hard on them already!<br /><br />Right....and pigs can fly. *sigh* Ok, so people will never do that. It was a nice thought though! And I don't have those very often!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-14026471718502060422008-09-15T11:41:00.000-07:002008-09-15T11:47:40.703-07:00Hyperlink<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Ok, so I<em> finally </em>got to post on my team for Swazi trip '09's </span><a href="http://09sw0619amb1.myadventures.org/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">blog</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">. My post is </span><a href="http://09sw0619amb1.myadventures.org/?filename=about-me"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"> . Every week I have to update it with my new "assignment". So keep checking there, & here, to see what's up in the (usually) wonderful world of me! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">P.S. Hi lurkers!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-47516119973537398262008-09-04T09:23:00.000-07:002008-09-04T09:51:22.190-07:00Politics, or, We Don't Know Anything Anyway<span style="color:#cc0000;">This political year has been of especial interest to many people this year. History has been made several times over. Not only do we have the first big contender for presidency of African heritage, but also, a woman has been picked as the Vice Prez for the other big contender.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Oh yeah, you know who I'm talking 'bout now. Barak Obama and Sara Palin. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Obama had his speech-when was it?-a week ago? *yawn* It was soo boring. You'd think that someone who's had so much of his running steam based off his likability and eloquence would at least have an<em> interesting</em> speech. But no, that was too much for Obama at his acceptance speech. Now, my family and I are not Obama supporters or Dems, or even liberal. We're pretty core-line conservative, but I at least wanted to hear if Obama could say anything interesting and was disappointed when he didn't. Now, I know I'm too young to vote in <em>this </em>election. But I'll be of voting age next time, and if Obama wants to run again, he should be adding my generation into his calculations. And actually many of my friends and peers have watched and payed some attention to this race. If for nothing else, 'cause Obama's black and Palin's a woman.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yes, many of my peers who wouldn't be able to tell you any candidates during any previous race have payed a good amount of attention to this race. It's interesting to us. Man against woman, minorities against majorities, rich against poor, oh wait, forgive me, both candidates are rich (regardless of what Obama tries to say.). It's the ultimate no-no race. It's pulling up all the taboos you're supposed to leave untouched. Everything from racial and gender issues, to teen pregnancy and the handicapped.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Which brings me to another thing. The media's having this freaking feeding-frenzy over Sara Palin's daughter being pregnant at seventeen. Why? I mean, it's not like Palin told her daughter, "Go have a good time getting knocked up tonight dear!" It was her daughter's choice. She's seventeen. More than capable to realize what she's doing and what the consequences are. She's dealing with enough, so is it too much to ask for them to leave the poor girl out of it? Yes of course it is. This is politics after all. Just as vicious as Hollywood, with far more important things in the balance.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Now I know that Sara Palin isn't the one up for presidential candidacy, but I'm sorry John McCain is boring. Yeah, he's got the whole soldier-and-POW thing goin' for him but, let's be honest here, there's nothing about him that just smacks you from the first and makes you go "Wow. That's really different.". Now, maybe he has something in his speeches or policies that is cool or special or something, but I am after all a teenager. And everyone knows we don't pay any attention to politics. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-23358529127034743832008-08-27T09:40:00.000-07:002008-08-27T12:05:02.043-07:00My Commentary of the Olympics and History in the make<span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;">I'll be the first to tell you, in general I hate sports.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Sure, I played basketball once, but that was a long time ago when I was young and dumb. I am wiser now. Team sports and I do not mix. Neither do I and most sports really. I only watch the Superbowl for the funny commercials and the snacks my dad will only give me if I stick around. I never watch basketball. Too many painful memories. And baseball just puts me to sleep. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">So saying I'm not a fan of sports would be a smige of an understatement for me. Unless it's the Olympics.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">I ADORE the Olympics. And for a few short weeks every few years, it's all I care about. Ok, so not really. But me and my family are pretty obsessive over it. We'd watch the Olympics all day, every day if they were on. We scream and cry for our favorite athletes. (And boy, do we ever have favorites.) We get all wound up when the Chinese, or the Russians, or-heaven forbid!-the French get higher points or lower times. At least one of us girls gets a crush on at least one male athlete every time. And at least one of the boys decides they're going to be an Olympian in an at least one sport. The Olympics are quite eventful 'round here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">So here's some highlights of the Olympics and of our reactions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">First off: Michael Phelps. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Man, can the dude ever swim! And it doesn't hurt that he's got a totally hott bod. What? I'm just sayin'! But enough of my fan-girlishness (and my cousin's, and my best friend's, and my little sisters', and my little sisters' bffs, and every other straight female in the entire country!). Let's get down to the theatrics.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">When we saw that first relay where we just barely won against those @#$! Frenchies (oh yeah, <em>who</em> got smashed again? Because, pardon me, but I don't think it was us. Score!) my family started screaming and jumping and pointing at the screen. (Yes, we <em>know </em>they can't see us or hear us. Who cares!?) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Then Boopsie and I watched the replays and realized how close Michael Phelps got to having a err, <em>wardrobe malfunction </em>there at the end with his low, low suit. *snicker, snicker, snort*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Skip ahead a few races (and medals) and we're at the seventh race and WoW, was that ending amazing! Just as we were starting to get slightly bored of Mr. Phelps ("Oh, wow. Michael Phelps got <em>another </em>gold medal. Big surprise.") he had that AmAzInG-win-by-a-nail-literally-finish! And then his mom's face! Ah-ha-ha-ha! She was in total and utter shock! (I've got to get some pictures up to show you) She thought he came in second but then when her daughters started screaming "He won! Michael won!" the poor woman almost fainted. And the guy in front of her! Bwahahah!!!!!! Everyone else was jumping around and screaming and he was just like, "Omg. Omg. Michael Phelps won. By like a nail. Omg." *snicker, snicker, snort!*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">On to gymnastics!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">By far, Boopsie and I's favorite Summer Olympic sport, gymnastics also became a favorite the Princess and the Hobbit-Hannah girl. They were jumping and twirling and attempting to stand on their heads. (That didn't go very well) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">We got sooo enraged when we got lower scores than we deserved. Boopsie and I freaked out (jumping, screaming, tears of joy) when the Men's team got bronze, and the Women got silver, and then Nastia Luikin and Shawn Johnson got gold! But we also freaked out when Kevin Tang fell on the pommel horse, and when Alecia Sacramone fell, and when Nastia got silver when she deserved gold, and when Alexander (Sasha) Artemov fell and, and, and, ah! It was too much! Towards the end there Boopsie and I started to sound like that commentator guy. ("What a reep off!") </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Shawn Johnson became our favorite out of the women's team and we decided they we would be best friends if we ever met. And on the guy's team, well, they were all so cute! But our favorites were Johnathon Horton and Sasha. They were the cutest. ;P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Yes, gymnastics was very emotional at our house. Mom cried when Nastia got gold for all around, Boopsie and mom cried when Shawn got gold for balance beam, I cried when Sasha and Nastia didn't get gold...and dad? Well, he made fun of all the guys that weren't American. Especially the French and Germans. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Now I'd like to make an observation about our teams.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">Isn't it interesting how diverse our teams are? Our all-around gold medalist for women, Nastia, is a Russian immigrant (her parents were actually gymnasts for the Soviet Union.), as is Sasha who's dad got a lot of medals for the Soviets. Kevin Tang is of Asian descent. Alecia Sacramone is Hispanic. Raj is East Indian. Johnathon Horton's dad was an astronaut! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">I just think it's cool how all these people from totally different backgrounds, ancestries, etc. came together to fulfil the "American Dream". </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">But after all, isn't that what being an American is all about?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">*********************************</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Ok, I'll post more about the Olympics later (probably sometime tonight) and when I do I'm gonna cover Marathons (yawn, so boring), diving, beach volleyball, volleyball, and basketball. Plus I'm gonna do a post of pictures from/of memorable moments or people/ (Not that every moment and person wasn't memorable. This is the Olympics after all! But these will just be the one's <em>I </em>noticed and remembered.)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-87730026742466486562008-07-08T07:19:00.000-07:002008-07-08T07:32:12.160-07:00Freak-me-out<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Have you ever been somewhere, just going about your own business & then BAM!-you see a ghost? Well, not a real ghost, but a "ghost" from your past? On the Fourth of July, I got the biggest freak-out by one. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">We were leaving the firework show on the water in Ocean Springs. The fireworks had been beautiful & loud. Poor 4-going-on-14, he was terrified & kept saying "I am going to die.". Perfectly serious. So as we walked away, sandy & slightly shell-shocked, I saw him. There, standing on a corner looking at me was a guy who looked <em>exactly </em>like a guy I used to know. Only this guy was shorter & his hair was longer. He stared at me for a second, then smiled, waved, said hello & even pointed me out to his friend! I was so flustered & weirded-out I didn't even realize my dad was talking to me 'til he asked loudly what planet I was on. So I kept walking to our van & after a couple blocks I glanced behind me & EEK! He was RIGHT THERE! Like, ten feet behind me smiling at me. Finally he went down another road, but I was still so weirded-out. It was almost like someone had plucked a memory out of my mind & stuck it right there in front of me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-9442242481051729462008-07-03T09:52:00.000-07:002008-07-03T10:00:21.166-07:00Inspire<span style="color:#ff0000;">What would inspire and drive men</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">to fight?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To sacrifice </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Everything?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Riches</span>? Honor? Fear? Power?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yes to all of these, but in this case it is</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">an idea.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The idea that perhaps</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">people should be free to make their own choice.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">That maybe, just because something</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">or someone</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">is older, more powerful and simply stronger</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">it's not always right.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The idea that</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"all men are created equal"</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The idea that</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"we the people"</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">are maybe able to make</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">our own choices.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Such an idea</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">inspired men to face</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">fire and water,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">cold and heat,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">hunger and disease,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">blood and broken bones,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and the ultimate defeat of death.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">We can sum this idea up</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">into a single word:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Freedom</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-36048486869572497672008-06-30T18:23:00.000-07:002008-06-30T18:55:39.650-07:00Imaginary Vacation<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTgPjZ7680pFk9qMkfwrCM-gfbvCaFKr9GRPF8K-_1zMz5AUfGlqkve83Go_vC2pUI6_ealCCT7V6ZcW1BsRW270Ep8fWF7MKTMPXZ-xpHd0Q26sxcN9KbbvHvqYEEQIeR7quTkBXI-Y/s1600-h/Tokyo+Japan.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217855397238666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTgPjZ7680pFk9qMkfwrCM-gfbvCaFKr9GRPF8K-_1zMz5AUfGlqkve83Go_vC2pUI6_ealCCT7V6ZcW1BsRW270Ep8fWF7MKTMPXZ-xpHd0Q26sxcN9KbbvHvqYEEQIeR7quTkBXI-Y/s320/Tokyo+Japan.gif" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Since I can't afford a vacation to any exotic places, I'll post pictures of them. And dream.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">..........................................................................................................<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpc_Ptq9wS2lvyywt8PAQk-bQaKLUqN-EW1r_wvq-GDCqfvsjPILAfDSxiDi6OyPvZu0Dw_9mSrAWMteyGDsfmvTFZ3atnF8OdZGrtdgjW9betmc6rhcJ0AJsgJIEN1CIHW6jqbKID3r0/s1600-h/Troy.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217850824485607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpc_Ptq9wS2lvyywt8PAQk-bQaKLUqN-EW1r_wvq-GDCqfvsjPILAfDSxiDi6OyPvZu0Dw_9mSrAWMteyGDsfmvTFZ3atnF8OdZGrtdgjW9betmc6rhcJ0AJsgJIEN1CIHW6jqbKID3r0/s320/Troy.gif" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217851324718435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbtjwJa7BDgwDb-VkjWdlHpsd9tUOBbZBF5BScdZEgoWsMdN2Vupq7vFbUT5EarXAPg5ctoPiC737frMTNjjxL6zSDvdQvTtcGe8DXO5JAqMQZNZUh3ybdVEXugYO4IH23RJWUBq1gK4/s320/Troy+2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Troy, Turkey </span></div><span style="color:#cc0000;">This horse is really there at Troy. It represents, of course, the Trojan Horse from the Homeric legend.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217852929209205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiYmSvp1fubbe_c4veDaM7wufWOxdnKjLXEEi11XnuQEInhT0h8UwiaPz4MR7-_t6x_W-ReQIJIaU-WdX2nFUoZp1cb75W1a1Wb0vGleg5cmZAF1WKSCtTs_JYaN8Q21tDiCPc35tQqg/s320/Athens.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Athens, Greece</span></div><span style="color:#33ccff;">I would just LOVE to go to Greece. So much history.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217854571750475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXYXRPM-hbba9oVD2RivG4iDZkQxhsCmIjSowIfw4WDH4WZzUViLai64VB6MngqR771KSZBObJOivl3mNOoEpGPCz2EI7KtY0Co4wtBvigpFeCOzuGbHpbOr1GMiXpx8y-yVD2ZAEIb0/s320/North+Narrabeen+Rock+Pool.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#33ccff;">Sydney, Australia</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Surfing, sand, sun, sea, surfer-dudes. Need I say more?</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217858036887154818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkHGNzDdhRTTMcnTwxC3F1HQwWvWnRz0GDqCqMTVySFtfHCBAVErTo-W7dOGgNnZKZeC7BWlGql9ZrrMjEmV-jUai-nOOqyMlnI97K_TE2d4LdT8aIecDACsAeDduFUsLOCAYHP__kow/s320/Tokyo.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ginza, Tokyo Japan</span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I would love to spend a semester in Tokyo. Hey! Maybe I will.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-21910044191105452722008-05-26T10:02:00.000-07:002008-05-26T10:28:23.618-07:00In Memoriam<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Today is Memorial Day. It hasn't been a National Holiday for quiet a while. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I've researched the history of Memorial Day & this is what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wikipedia</span> (I'm addicted to Wiki!) has to say:</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Following the end of the </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Civil War</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> many communities set aside a day to mark the end of the war or as a memorial to those who had died. Some of the places creating an early memorial day include </span><a title="Charleston, South Carolina" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charleston%2C_South_Carolina"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Charleston South Carolina</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">; </span><a title="Boalsburg, Pennsylvania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boalsburg%2C_Pennsylvania"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Boalsburg</span> Pennsylvania</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">; </span><a title="Richmond, Virginia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richmond%2C_Virginia"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Richmond Virginia</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">; </span><a title="Carbondale, Illinois" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbondale%2C_Illinois"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Carbondale</span> Illinois</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">; </span><a title="Columbus, Mississippi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus%2C_Mississippi"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Columbus Mississippi</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">; many communities in Vermont; and some two dozen other cities and towns. These observances eventually coalesced around Decoration Day (What Memorial Day was originally called), honoring the Union dead, and the several </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Confederate</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> Memorial Days.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Since I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mississippian</span>, I will give special place to the Columbus story</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Many of the states of the </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">U.S. South</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> refused to celebrate Decoration Day, due to lingering hostility towards the </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Union Army</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> and also because there were very few veterans of the Union Army who lived in the South. A notable exception was </span><a title="Columbus, Mississippi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus%2C_Mississippi"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Columbus Mississippi</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">, which on April 25, 1866 at its Decoration Day commemorated both the Union and Confederate casualties buried in its cemetery.</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now, also since I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mississippian</span> I can add more to the above lines. Columbus began to commemorate Union & Confederate soldiers because church ladies started decorating <em>all </em>the graves, not just the Confederate ones as they said "The Union mothers are missing their sons too, & we'd want them to honor our boys so we'll honor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">theirs</span>." Bravo ladies! But it's so true. Even to <em>this day, </em>there's resentment against the "Yanks" here. I know it might sound crazy to some of you, but it's true. The pain from the Civil War ran so deep here in the South. Plus, we Southerners are notorious for holding long set grudges & bad traditions. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now that you know this, perhaps you'll see Memorial Day in a new way? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">But isn't it tragic that it took the deaths of so many (over 600,000!) to bring us back together? </span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4502991009304335382008-05-07T08:02:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:09:25.431-07:00They Say the World<em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">Sees you</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">Like you see yourself</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">I wonder if that's true</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">I don't think it can be.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">No one sees Isode</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">as a punker</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">except herself.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">People don't see Maya</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">as fat. Ever though</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">her main topic of conversation is</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">her weight.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">So I don't believe</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">the world sees you</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">like you see yourself.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">I believe the world</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">sees you as they want.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">As whatever they are most comfortable</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">with. So perhaps it is</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">useless</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">to try & change our image.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">And yes. I am a bit jaded.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">But I still try.</span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-18678425652691093872008-04-08T08:50:00.000-07:002008-04-08T08:55:38.540-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="color:#333399;">Yes, I did go to Swaziland. But I'm still not sure what to say. How could I? But, I do know now that I want to help, maybe not overseas (although I plan on taking a missions trip back to Swaziland next summer), but in the inner city of our own country. This summer in fact my youth group will be helping around the metro area. I am physched, but most everyone else (especially the guys) are rather, um, terrified. And one in particular thinks I'm insane. Ah well. I am</span>.</strong></span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-60010896922443141462008-04-07T12:26:00.000-07:002008-04-07T12:30:33.600-07:00In Memory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeqW9aWycNAr1QFgmoC4H1EmkWzmZxDYAnVRD8FdnRKq_SJ1ngjiOwYXrrxT2xMY17ZuxsWzEGbaKr9-ET39OpRfG2uQFSNvhNGQVx1MOc1GMjnJ9u-aB0AOoAAG0NS6x-XGQDKXPDIk/s1600-h/Charlton+Heston+in+Ben+Hur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186587888958078626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeqW9aWycNAr1QFgmoC4H1EmkWzmZxDYAnVRD8FdnRKq_SJ1ngjiOwYXrrxT2xMY17ZuxsWzEGbaKr9-ET39OpRfG2uQFSNvhNGQVx1MOc1GMjnJ9u-aB0AOoAAG0NS6x-XGQDKXPDIk/s320/Charlton+Heston+in+Ben+Hur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">As I'm sure most (if not all) of you know, Charlton Heston died over the weekend. Mr. Heston is well remembered in my family as the actor behind Moses, Judah Ben-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hur</span> & El Cid. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ben-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hur</span> was my absolute-no-doubt-about-it favorite movie when I was nine & ten. I loved Ben-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hur</span> & the chariot scene was watched until I wrecked the library's copy of it. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hehe</span>, oops) And last month I introduced my little sister, Princess Laura, to Ben <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hur</span>, & yes, she was enraptured. Although she might deny it if asked, she said while watching the chariot race "I like the guy with the white horses. I think I'll marry him. And the horses will come to our wedding." :D </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">My dad loves the Ten <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Commandments</span> the best. Every time we watch it he says "We <em>have</em> to get this movie on DVD". Of course, he's been saying that for the past, oh, ten years? (Love you dad!)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">But as I've gotten older, El Cid (which means The Hero) has become more of a favorite. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Less well known than the other two, the story of honor, love & all that jazz, really is inspiring. But now, as my little sister wants the computer so I'll end with this quote from Mr. Heston on his announcing he had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Alzheimer's</span>"For an actor, the hardest thing is losing his audience. I can part the Red Sea, but I can't part with you."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">BTW. he was married to the same woman for 64 years. Wow.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-51388779919508764522008-01-18T15:05:00.000-08:002008-01-18T15:10:10.564-08:00Meet Eem<span style="color:#cc0000;">Eem is my adorable new Betta "Fighting" Fish. a friend gave him & his bowl to me so the only thing i had to pay for was his food & a water purifier. quite a gooddeal. ;D anyways, why the name Eem you might ask. well, really because it sounds cute. *hides face in hands in embarrassment over this display of girliness* but Eem is also Elvish for I. i found that out at this</span><br /><a href="http://arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/eng_to_elv.html">http://arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/eng_to_elv.html</a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">site. btw, Eem is almost exactly the color of the font.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-80933029007720478612008-01-16T11:32:00.000-08:002008-01-16T11:33:36.328-08:00cHiCkEn PoX on my EYES!!!!!<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!! i've got a pox in my EYE! ooh! it hurts! *sniff* i need Sonic & a good book. </span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-76470237350036500522008-01-14T08:39:00.000-08:002008-01-14T09:08:32.438-08:00Jane Austen on PBS<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155376240455475346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVM5Un0PnrGyE4nmYqMuqA-crbHSNgpxBLCkoDPQkgRah65Xho_-p2_-XrrFoQ_RI4qPFPxESMsJZdWNiTCgkMizu_gAxIPs9Om6M9vawicpo651K3BuEbXBV1d5UzhpyDuNRXRUIMrE/s320/persuaision+cover,+%27persuasion%27.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Last night the first in the installment of the Complete Jane Austen aired on Masterpiece (Formally Theater). The one that played was Persuasions. I think I fell in love with Captain Wentworth. *happy sigh* I mean, what's Mr. Darcy to a <em>naval officer</em>? I mean, <em>really</em>. Anywho, I could so relate with poor Anne Elliot. Well, not the turning down true love part, the unrequited love part.The pining after someone you think is lost forever part. *dramatic sigh* Field & I loved the sisters, Louisa & Henrietta. They sorta reminded us of ourselves. ;D <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"></a></div></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Ya know, I think one reason I really liked this movie was because the main man wasn't wearing leggings! To qoute Larry the Cucumber "I don't look good in leggings". Too true! Or wait, maybe he was. I don't remember now. *rubs temple* </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Ooh! Y'all<em> have</em> to check out this link: <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html">http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html</a> </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You vote for your fave Austen man. Although I can't think who would want Mr. Collins. I <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"></a></div>ck. Now, I shall end this post with another pic of British handsomeness. (And guess what! The hero of Mansfield Park looks </span><em>emo! </em>Yayness!<em>) <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379010709381282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL29wnmcD9VitsZJTsYv8rBLmDzRmQ7IUPPEqelEz8y4XMn_6KF9-eOG8XMVMS4d2W8z7BvUbuNx24rnUE1WYVI4qStcZFAglAIIE-ccCwXHY-IF9MSv5S50mqAOzp9OT-wJ138qgg4kk/s320/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"></div></a><div><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"></div></a><div><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"></div></a></em></div><br /><div><div><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"></div></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-43368375436900629862008-01-07T18:48:00.000-08:002008-01-07T18:58:58.582-08:00ChIcKeN pOx!!!!! HELP!!!<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WAHHHH</span>!!!!! i have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cHiCkEn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PoX</span>!!!!!! *sob* my head hurts, my back hurts, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">buttock</span> hurts, EVERYTHING hurts!!!! the actual pox will appear soon. (see what a good blogger i am? i blog even as my pox are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appearing</span>!) so, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">computer</span> listening to my music since it got delete from my (insert <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">profanities</span> of your choice here) MP3 player!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">WAAAAAAAAH</span>! i NEED my Move Along song! *sob, sob, SOB* oh well, at least <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'm</span> still going to Swazi! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'm</span> really started to get excited about it. i just wish i could see my friend in DC since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">i'm</span> stopping there. *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cyber</span> hug <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Bex</span>*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;">ah, well, now i must get off, & take my petty concerns & sickness <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">with</span> me. you are now free to go find a more interesting, uplifting blog <em>now. </em>try my mom's or her friend, Ms. Kelley. i think everything on there's is funny & uplifting, though maybe not as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">wll</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">wrttn</span>. ;P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;">~Pox-for-now-girl</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-19199949389778218502007-12-17T10:45:00.000-08:002007-12-17T14:19:02.400-08:007 things<strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">7 random-maybe unknown-things about me</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><ol><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">i got a sk8 board for my birthday & STILL don't have any sk8 shoes!</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">i want to be in a rock band, or rawk. whichever you prefer.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">two of my best friends i have never met face-to-face.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">i have only been to 7 concerts! WAAHHH!!!</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">i have been to, California, Nevada, Texas, Utah, Colorado, Florada, Alabama, Georgia, Tennesse, Lousianna, New Mexico, Arizona, Arakansas, Missouri, Mississippi & Kansas.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">i want to go rock-climbing & snowboarding in CO for my 16th birthday.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">my favorite outfit is as follows: a navy & grey striped sweater (w/extra long emo sleees) under a purple graphic (black heart with a rose goin down the center, the rose is crying blood. two pistols cross the heart. purple & black paint splatters) tee. black or written-on-khakis s bottoms. </span></strong></li></ol>Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-66343895370787350022007-12-12T08:27:00.000-08:002007-12-12T08:33:57.491-08:00Swaziland<span style="color:#33ccff;">as I'm sure most of you know, my sister, my mom & my self are going to Swaziland, Africa in January. we are going with Lisa Samson (And her eldest daughter) & Claudia Mair Burney to name some of the writers going on the mission trip with us.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">we are leaving at the end of Jan & will be there for ten days, returning in February. </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">please pray for us & for my dad as he is the one staying with my millions of little siblings. </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">thanks. (i'll write about the spiritual aspects & significance of this trip etc. at a later time.)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-22524600451403391862007-11-12T07:29:00.000-08:002007-11-12T08:01:09.664-08:00tobymac, TFK, BarlowGirl<span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;">last night, Field (my sister), Berry (one of my best <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">friends</span>), Findecáno (berry's brother), Amras (my bff, even though he IS a guy), Huor & myself our Chaperone went to a CONCERT! i LOVE concerts! my cousin, Moth, met us up there with her dad. well, actually i should say DOWN there, since it was in Hattiesburg. an hour south of me. ya know who was preforming? (well you can probably guess if you paid ANY attention to the title of this post!) tobymac & TFK! (Thousand Foot Krutch for you music ilits) oh, & BarlowGirl. but i dont like them. Hour did though. he got a crush on the drummer of BarlowGirl. & Moth loved her hair. "Very hard-core" she said. it was blond & flippy & looked like a heavy metal's hair. but BarlowGirl's anything BUT! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;">ok, concert started with guess what?-they couldnt find the light switch! now, normally, that would be a good thing. no lights! woo! but, they couldnt find the light switch to turn OFF the lights. yeah. not good. so, tobymac came up on stage & started throwing the football to members of the audience. (in your FACE Bubba! ;P & sometimes a member of TFK or a back-upper for T. Mac would launch themselves into the crowd & catch the ball! it was so fun! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">FINALLY the concert started. (though they never found the switch for some of the lights.) Field, Findecano, Moth, Amaras & myself went up right against the "saftey fence" (yeah, safe for the singers. not for us. i twisted my ankle when i jumped on the fence's support.) for TFK. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">for you who dont know, TFK is a hard rock/screamo band. their main singer, Trevor McKnevan discovered Hawk Nelson, so i pretty much owe them my snaity & life during these turbulent teenage years. ;D <a href="http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/">http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">then therewas a break, in which Moth & i scrambled for a drink & Moth bought a TFK shirt during BarlowGirl. (we dicieded to skip BarlowGirl) after BarlowGirl ( <a href="http://www.barlowgirl.com/">http://www.barlowgirl.com/</a> . they are WAY to mellow for moi.) there was a LOONG (15 minutes!) break for tobyMac ( <a href="http://www.tobymac.com/">http://www.tobymac.com/</a> ) to get set up. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-77039290421123762572007-10-25T09:25:00.000-07:002007-11-08T20:59:49.329-08:00HOLLYWOOD NOBODY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyryUIpjiB4Xi1a2lDnzTMdk4lhu9s0MUKdEzp8tDh1IbNdVCaYiQNXlBVInJ7MlmEeZYLoa2JaqJEfJfRfM-wl3vRpasi25Zy2pN51ZWUqYl-Oe6_vFNDB4S1Qmv-G19wqPShOMuhYGc/s1600-h/hollywood+nobody.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125312371129563778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyryUIpjiB4Xi1a2lDnzTMdk4lhu9s0MUKdEzp8tDh1IbNdVCaYiQNXlBVInJ7MlmEeZYLoa2JaqJEfJfRfM-wl3vRpasi25Zy2pN51ZWUqYl-Oe6_vFNDB4S1Qmv-G19wqPShOMuhYGc/s320/hollywood+nobody.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Hollywood Nobody is the 1st book in the 'Nobody' series, following the adventures of 15 (almost 16!) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Scotty</span>. </strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scotty</span> is the daughter of a crazy food designer & caterer for movie sets. Scotty's crazy mom, Charley & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scotty</span> live in a rainbow colored RV/Van. Charley is vegan, & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Scotty</span> a cheese-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aholic</span>, which is a constant source of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">amusement</span> as cheese is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Scottys</span> "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rebellious</span>" weakness, as she will sneak out to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">restaurants</span>, stores, etc. to get some "forbidden" cheese. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LOL</span>! </strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Scotty</span> also has a blog <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">entitled</span>, "Hollywood Nobody" where she 'scoops on Hollywood "somebodies", life at movie sets, & random <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cleb</span> stuff. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>One of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">clebs</span> that her blog is following when the book starts is a young actor, Seth Haas, who has yet to hit it big. To Scotty's surprise (& pleasure) Seth is going to be playing the lead role in the movie that Charley is working at. The movie (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">directed</span> by Charley's love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">interest</span> & close friend, Jeremy) is a modern retelling of "The Great Gatsby" ( Seth's character, Gatsby, is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">emo</span>. Does that give you an idea of how modern? ;D). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Scotty</span> & Seth meet on a beach one night & a friendship starts. </strong></span></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;">Another key aspect is Charley's secrets. At one point <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Scotty</span> tells Seth that on certain days of the year, Charley cries all day long & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Scotty</span> has no idea why. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Scotty</span> also has no idea who her father is. And Charley won't say a word.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;">Scotty's adventures are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">completely</span> enjoyable & fun. I'll <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">revisit</span> Hollywood Nobody anytime!</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-43377435218451343242007-09-27T15:51:00.000-07:002007-09-28T13:54:35.395-07:00Hollywood couples...sigh...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;">I've been thinking about Hollywood lately. The whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zanessa</span>/Vanessa (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hudgens</span>) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">scandal</span> started it. It makes me sick. I can't even listen to/watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HSM</span> (High School Musical for all you cultural <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ilits</span>) without thinking about that! It wasn't eve <em>her </em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scandal</span> that started it, it was all those disgusting pix of her & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Zac</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Efron</span>) in Hawaii. (That reminds me, I hate those names for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">celb</span> couples like, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Brangelina</span>" & "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Zanessa</span>" & "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Zashley</span>") And it was also <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">watchin</span> High School Musical the Concert & seeing Vanessa & Ashley's (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Tisdale</span>) outfits & dances. Not to mention V's song! *Shudders* </span><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">Then there's Nicole Richie & Joel Madden. For those who don't know, Joel Madden is in "Good Charlotte". A band that is anything BUT! Richie & Madden are apparently engaged, & expecting. But that doesn't seem to stop Madden fom going back to ex girl friend Hilary Duff. Madden was said to be the "Love of Duff's Life". Wonder why. It really seems so sad though, that all these beautiful, rich, famous girls hace to fall all over them selves for a stupid guy! Take Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie. They have been a couple for years & even have a kid or two, & Jolie is arguanly one of the most beautiful women in the world. But, does that stop Pitt from going to stuff with ex wife, Jennifer Aniston? NO! Hmm, I detect a pattern here. "Hot" (I put in the "s case I think Madden & Pitt are both ugly. 'Nother post.) guys get "hot" (Again, "s cause Richie freaks me out!) girls, something happesn (In Richie's case, gets pregnant) & guy gets another girl. ("Ooh! Momma! Look! Modern day harems!") I don't know about you, but I think this may explain a <span style="font-size:85%;">small </span><span style="font-size:100%;">part of the lack of self-respect that many girls have. I know that 've seen stuff just like this happen to my own friends. Beautiful, sweet girls, dating some loser jerk because they want love. EVEN THOUGH they KNOW the guy is cheating/using them. So, thanks alot Hollywood. I do have a piece of advice for those cleb girls, "FIND JESUS & A NEW GUY!"</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-14052599780091930522007-09-24T10:15:00.001-07:002007-09-24T10:15:00.487-07:00THE HOBBIT MOVIE TRAILER<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/UTHDy9OFudg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UTHDy9OFudg'/></object></p><p>well, not the real thing, but still!</p></div>Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-62786930515214630012007-09-19T15:20:00.000-07:002007-09-19T15:28:00.002-07:00I love this!One Nation, "Under God".<br /><br />One day a 9 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children. The teacher asked a little boy:<br />Tommy do you see the tree outside?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yes.<br /><br />TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yes.<br /><br />TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.<br /><br />TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.<br /><br />TEACHER: Did you see God up there?<br /><br />TOMMY: No.<br /><br />TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. Possibly he just doesn't exist.<br /><br />A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions. The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:<br />Tommy, do you see the tree outside?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yes.<br /><br />LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yessssss!<br /><br />LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yessssss!<br /><br />LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?<br /><br />TOMMY: Yes<br /><br />LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?<br /><br />TOMMY: No<br /><br />LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we were taught today in school, she possibly may not even have one!Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-72706673981464269582007-09-19T15:18:00.000-07:002007-09-19T15:20:46.644-07:00If only...<table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><b>You Are From Pluto</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;">You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.</span></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="<a href=">http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/">What</a> Planet Are You From?</a></div>Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-84008280619507888862007-09-17T17:30:00.001-07:002007-09-17T17:30:12.450-07:00jonas brothers on hannah montana part1<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/SnMDNXiwj2A' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SnMDNXiwj2A'/></object></p></div>Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-38135503199804704862007-09-17T07:52:00.001-07:002007-09-17T07:52:08.131-07:00Jonas Brothers: How to work a Soda Machine<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ENAddwwjpzk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ENAddwwjpzk'/></object></p><p>Ok, i admit it, they are stupid. but its so funny!!!!!!</p></div>Elysahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645noreply@blogger.com0