Carchardon Carcharias

Memoirs of Christmas

2006-12-24T17:37:00.000-08:00

The night was cold and dark and I had begun to shiver as I walked through the rows of Christmas trees. Nothing could be heard at that moment except the swishing of my snow suit and the soft crunch of the snow beneath my feet. I shuffled along behind my Dad taking two little steps to his every one. The snow had begun to fall again as I came to the end of my candy-cane, which the kind old lady up at the house had handed out to all the children. Picking out a Christmas tree, was always a process that seemed, in my little mind, to take forever, so while our parents were deciding as to which one to chose, my sister and I would run around in the Christmas tree patch dodging in and out of the trees and spying on the other customers that had come to pick out their trees. When all was finally ready, we thanked the old gentleman and lady and drove off towards home.

The next day was usually the day when we would decorate the tree. The decorations were pulled out and we excitedly went through them all, reminiscing about who had given us that little crystal ball and how long ago it had been. My mom would begin decorating the tree and we would watch as little by little it was turned into a Victorian styled tree. My two sisters and I would chime in our little voices when we thought that she had missed a spot on the tree where it was bare. The smell of the green pine tree filled our hearts and minds with excitement as we looked on at the glowing lights and pretty ornaments.

One of the things that always made Christmas so exciting and memorable was when my Mom would make her homemade cinnamon rolls. Days at a time she would labor endlessly making fresh hot cinnamon rolls to give to our extended family and friends. It was most enjoyable to walk into the house after a long hard day of playing in the snow and smell the sweet hot cinnamon rolls that were just coming out of the oven. Our mouths watered in vain as we begged to taste one, but mom always made our batch of cinnamon rolls last, so there was an excuse as to why we couldn’t have one. But she did let us dip our fingers in the frosting as she hurried to make us some hot chocolate to warm us up. As the sun began to go down we sat drinking our hot chocolate and looked on at the tree with its soft glowing lights illuminating the room. We wondered long and hard as to what we might get for Christmas and occasionally dropped hints to mom to see if she would slip up, but of course she never did. She would smile and ask, “What presents? Are we doing presents this year?”

Those days were filled with happiness and excitement as we waited impatiently for Christmas day. Each day we played hard in the snow, building forts and snowmen, until it began to get dark and then when dad came home we would have our snowball fights. The time flew by and before we new it, it was Christmas Eve. Our parents would always wait until Christmas Eve to wrap all of the presents and place them under the tree; it was always so exciting when on Christmas morning we walked out of our bedroom to see all the presents wrapped so nicely with bright colorful paper and pretty little bows, and our stockings filled to the brim. The smiles, laughter, hugs and kisses flew around the room as one by one the joyful exclamations were heard by the delighted recipients who were opening their gifts.

Even though Christmas was a holiday, there was always so much to do. When we were done with presents, we would sit down together and have the wonderful breakfast that my mom had prepared before we had gotten up that morning. With breakfast finished, we hurriedly had to get ready to go. It was tradition every Christmas day for all the family to be together for lunch, so we packed up the car, and went to our grandparent’s house.
The wonderful smell of ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, freshly baked bread, raisin sauce, fresh home made pies and a special spinach dish that my Aunt always made, began to work on our appetites. There were joyous salutations as we entered the house that was filled with merry hearts and lively company each doing their little part to make this Christmas feast a great celebration. The ladies were in the kitchen getting the last remaining details ready, as the men began to make conversation with one another around the fire. All the while the children ran around showing their new toys with great excitement.

When all was finally ready, each person found their spot around the table, and when all were seated, my grandfather would open the Bible and read to us a Psalm of thanksgiving followed by a prayer of thankfulness which brought to mind how blessed we were to be together. When the prayer was ended a greater feeling of love swept over us. The sparkling cider began to flow, and the plates were filled with food made by loving hands as conversation began once again to unfold. No hearts that day were heavy; no burdening thoughts were weighing us down. The eyes of every child and adult sparkled with joy because of the feeling of love that flowed so freely throughout every look, word, smile and sound of laughter that was made.

It was not long before each plate was scraped clean and the feeling of contentment settled around all. We children, who never seemed to run out of energy, were given permission to go outside and feed the little chickadees some of our leftover bread crumbs and play in the snow. Each mother accompanied her children to the door to make sure that every hat was on and all ears and hands were covered and every coat was zipped up so as not to get cold. As all the little Eskimos were sent outside, barely being able to walk because of all the layers they had on, our parents began the job of divvying out the leftovers between each family, cleaning up and making room for games. When I was young, those days were the most fun. We played the day away long and hard and as the sun began to set, we were called back inside, dragging our weary feet and bright red faces into the house. When we had been freed from our little snow suites we found a place on our parent’s laps as we prepared to lift our voices in song.

Young and old alike sang the hymns of praise, each having a turn to sing their favorite song. I’m not sure how long it lasted, but soon the singing would begin to die down and each person began to feel the drowsiness that pulled upon their eyelids. Everyone had the feeling of contentment and knew that the day had been well celebrated. Full darkness had now fallen as one by one people began to pack up and return to there homes. The snow had begun to fall again as we said our good-byes and climbed into the car. All were silent on the ride home, to tiered to talk and all preoccupied with trying to fight the sleepy feeling that hung over us. By the time we reach home, we were ready to release the thoughts that had occupied our minds so strongly and resign ourselves to the ever knocking thought of sleep.
The day we had waited for so long had slowly slipped through or fingers and was gone, only to give place to a longing for the next year.

Judo Information

2006-02-04T21:19:00.000-08:00

Hey Everybody!! Just wanted to give you heads up if you wanted some info about our judo tournament, Jenna posted some on her blog with pics. Have fun!! :)

Are you or are you not?

2006-01-10T14:31:00.000-08:00

Ya'll know that I'm kinda grumpy when I'm woken up too soon from the depths of my beauty sleep; therefore, one of my relatives and I were discussing my apparent dislike for early mornings. Below is a comment from my relative regarding our coversation.

Relative:

"So, you're not a morning person! Just say it -- "I'm not a morning person!!" Are you not a morning person by nature or by training? Is this the image in which you were created or have you developed this façade or is it really real? Is the 'not being a morning person' a 'front' or is it a 'drama' or would you consider it to be a biological reality? What does it really mean to not be a "morning person?" Actually, what is a "morning person?" Help me out here, please.

Whatever is a morning person, to be or not to be, I know one thing for sure. I may have been somewhat of 'not a morning person' this morning (if I think I know what you think is a morning person). After we left your house today, since I was well rested, having spent a restful weekend with you and other cousins, Uncles, Aunts, Grandparents, etc., etc., etc. and since I was able to enjoy some time with one of your Uncles under a vehicle for a few hours -- Ahh forget all that detail about the weekend! I was tired! When we left your house and we had driven for about an hour, I urgently needed to stop for a bathroom break and wanted to hurry so as to get back on the road quickly. I stopped at a McDonalds to use the restroom. I saw a man with a mop and bucket go into the bathroom just before I got to the door and I was afraid he was going to put a 'cleaning sign' up or something like that and say that the bathroom was temporarily closed or something similar. I needed to go! So I ran into the bathroom and saw him mopping the floor. I didn't want to get in his way so I waited until he had mopped the first stall and said I would use that one so he could mop the others and I wouldn't be in his way. He said something like, "That's fine and considerate of you, but you might want to go next door to the men's bathroom first!" Shock!! Red face!!! Quick retreat from the women's bathroom!!!!! Is this indicative of a non-morning person? Or is this typical of a morning person? Help me out here, please?"

Sara:

"That is way to funny!!!!!!!!! I'm still rolling on the floor!:)

To answer your question about what a morning person is, I think that anybody can come up with their own definition. If I am woken up before it's time, nobody wants to be around me. Sometimes I can go to bed at 9 and not wake up until almost 10. When I sleep, I sleep deeply. If I wake up on my own then I am usually in a god mood, but if someone decides it is time for me to get up, things don't go over too well. This definantly is not something I have made up. As tired as I am in the morning, I have to say that I have never made any mistakes quite like that."

~Note from the management: Please tell us your definition of a morning person and whether or not you beleive that you qualify as one.

Vacation

2005-12-24T18:50:00.000-08:00

I am sorry to have kept you guys waiting so long, but real life suddenly caught up with me. I’ll tell you in order where we went and what we did. If there is any part you want me to expound on, than let me know and I will try to to get back to you as soon as I can.

We left our house at 12:30 am on September 14th and went to Seattle.
Went to Eastern Washington to Lake Chalan.
Went to Idaho, Montana, Colorado and then to Kansas.
Stayed with our aunt and uncle in Kansas while Mom and Dad went on a cruise for their 25th anniversary.
Mom and Dad came back the following week and we all(aunt, uncle and fam.) went to Missouri.
Picked up Erin and went to an amusement park called Silver Dollar City. J
Next up we went to Texas for my cousins wedding.
Drove to Arizona to see my Memere ( Grandma in French) and more cousins.
Went to see some friends of my parents.
Drove to California and saw more family and friends.
Got sick!!!!!!
Drove straight home and arrived on October 23rd at 2:00am.

When Garbage Men fall in love

2005-12-06T14:13:00.000-08:00

Jenna and I found this while perusing the net. Enjoy!

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/28296/when_garbage_men_fall_in_love/

A Little Update

2005-09-30T08:14:00.000-07:00

Ok peoples, since you can't wait for me to get back and tell you the story then I'll tell you a little now. We passed through Idaho, Montana, Colorado, and now were staying here in Kansas with our Uncle Ken and Aunt Diana's house with there nine kids. Our parents left last Friday and will be back this Saturday. After they get back I belive we are going camping and to a water park, that I'm not supose to know about! whoops. :)
Anyway, while we are waiting for them to return, we are enjoy ourselves by having thirty round Dutch Blitz touraments, staying up all night, drinking booze (with the addition of "root"), and being absolutly naughty. Haha. No we're not being that bad. I am enjoy myself very much with my youngest little cousin Keith; he is such a doll. Well there you have it, sorry I didn't put in more details, but I need to go eat breakfast.

9-11

2005-09-11T22:06:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the airport at Starbucks, Jason looked down at his watch. It was 8:30am, his plane would leave in a half an hour for Washington D.C. Jason sat quietly drinking his coffee and thinking of the trip ahead. He was on his way for a job interview and couldn’t wait to leave. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it here, in fact you could ask anyone who knew him and they would tell you how much he loved it, after all it was his idea to move here when he had married Alice……Alice. Yes, the real problem was Alice. Two months ago, when Jason had told her about the job interview Allis had almost flipped out.

“How can you do this to me….how can you do this to our kids? Jane is just starting to come out of her shell and make friends at school. Rob just made the soccer team he has been trying to join since we moved here, besides what is wrong with the job you have?”
“It doesn’t suit me.”
“Why not?”
“We need more money.”
“What we have been living on is fine.”
“Don’t you want what is best for the kids?”
“Of course I do, but giving them everything they want isn’t the answer.”
“I wouldn’t be giving them everything they want.”
“Then what is it for?”
“To take better care of my family…..and my wife.”

There was a pause.

“But I have everything I want write here. All the things that are important to me God has already blessed me with.”
“I just want what is best for us.”

Alice sat back as if thinking and then said, “This isn’t about us this is about you. There’s been a change in you. All you think about is how to earn more. You stopped having devotions with your family, you quite teaching Sunday school and you hardly go to Church anymore. You have so much to be thankful for, God has blessed you in so many ways, don’t stop trusting Him now.

Jason had had no answer. It was just like her to bring God into this. Why was she so worried, “I’m a Christian,” he thought “what could possibly happen?”

* * * *

A half an hour later Jason was boarding the plane. Every flight attendant smiled as he passed and welcomed him aboard. The sun was shining and everybody seemed happy and excited.
“Oh, excuse me. I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” said Jason to two men when he bumped into them. The two east Asiatic looking men nodded and walked passed him heading up to first class. Jason also had seats for first class and walked up behind them.

Ten minutes later they were well on their way.
Jason was listening to the little girl behind him tell her mother about all the things they could do while they were in D.C.
In the seats in front of him he could hear two young ladies talking about a wedding that they were going to attend. He glanced across the way and saw a two newlyweds talking of their plans for their honeymoon. A smile spread across his face, but vanished just as suddenly. Seeing the couple sitting there only brought back the guilt that he had inside him. He felt that he had let his wife down. “If she had only trusted me,” he thought.
Jason was jerked out of his thoughts when his hot coffee suddenly spilled out all over him. “What’s happening?” he thought.
The plane was turning sharply to the left and all passengers began to look around at one another each wondering what was happening. The little girl behind Jason suddenly stopped talking. Everybody stopped talking. A minuet later an elderly gentleman got up and walked down the isle toward the front of the plane. Everyone waited anxiously for him to return, so that he might tell them what was going on.
Jason looked down at the stain on his pants and tried to wipe some of it off with a napkin.
He suddenly stopped when a shot rang out. The old man suddenly came flying through the door and landed on the ground at his feet. The man did not get up. With everyone staring Jason got down on his knees to see if the man was all right. He rolled him over on to his back. Blood was pouring out every where. Every eye in the room had turned to them and every ear was straining to listen.
“We’ve ….been high….jacked.” were the last mans words as he died in Jason’s arms.
Utter panic came upon the whole crowd, but before anybody do anything one of the Muslims that Jason had run into earlier that morning came in with a gun pointed to the head of a stewardess. Jason could hardly believe his eyes. One by one all the flight attendants were brought out with their hands tied. Jason struggled to understand the thick afghani accents of the men speaking, but their motions were very clear. Dropping the body of the old man Jason returned to his seat still in shock.
All sorts of questions raced through his head. He was sure now that his time had come. He thought back of the conversation he had had with his wife, He thought of all the times he had avoided the things he knew would please God, his children and then back to Alice.
“Don’t stop trusting in Him now.” Was it too late? If he prayed one last time would God hear him. Not knowing where to start or exactly what to say, Jason prayed the most fervent prayer he had ever prayed in his life. When he finished, he took his laptop out and e-mailed his wife for the last time. He pressed send, and then looked out the window. They were headed into NY. All he had to do now was wait…….just wait a little longer for his end to be decided.

* * * *
A few days after Jason’s funeral, Alice went upstairs to check her e-mail. You can imagine her shock. As she read it her eyes filled with tears.

My dearest Wife,
Words cannot express how sorry I am. As I sit here and wait I have nothing else to do but realize how right you were. If I had a second life I would have tried to make it better for you and our children. I have prayed to my Father. I know I don’t deserve to be with Him, but I pray that his grace and mercy may still be upon me and most of all for my family. My time is running out. Give the children my love, and I ask that you would forgive me. I’ve run out of time.
Love your Jason

* * * *

As you all know to day is September 11, 2005. This might be a little weird; it came to me so I had to write. It is up to you to decide which home Jason went to and maybe think about which home you are going to.

Remember me????

2005-08-26T15:13:00.000-07:00

Hey everybody, Sorry about my long scilence. The last few weeks we have had family in town so it has been quite busy and of course fun. They come every year in August so we go to the fair together and have a big family reunion....thing. :) Anyway my most important news that I have to tell you is that my family and I are going to be leaving our house on September 14th and are going to be gone for a month (or more[added by Jenna]). The reason being, is that this year in October is my parents 25th aniversary, so my Dad decided to combine our vacation and their aniversary and go on one long trip. I am afraid that I am going to have to leave you hanging until we get back, because my mom doesn't know anything except that she is going to be gone a month. I wouldn't want her to find out about it if she looked on the blog. Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe how quickly the summer has gone by and now we have to start school again. This is terrible!!!!!! I guess one good thing about it is that we will be able to start JUDO again. :)Yahoo!!!!!

Befor I end this, I have to tell you that I finaly saw 'Jaws'. For those of you who knew that I wanted to see it I have to say that I understand why you didn't think it was such a big deal.:)

Break Away

2005-07-06T16:28:00.000-07:00

Property of Narya

The Apex Predator

2005-07-06T16:24:00.000-07:00

Property of Narya

Beauty in the Making

2005-07-06T16:17:00.000-07:00

Property of Narya

Tears of Sorrow

2005-06-29T16:48:00.000-07:00

*Sigh*
Well I am afraid that Judo is over for me until September. Since the classes were at WWU they have to go with the flow of the college. There is one Sensei that will be teaching through the summer, but mom and dad want us to take the summer off. Oh well!! I supose that I should be content that I get to take it at all.
As for what I am going to be doing this summer, well most of the time I'll be working with my dad and helping out around the house. I am waiting anxiously for the Monday nights at Semiahmoo. To be around friends that I haven't seen in a long time and enjoy the beautifull sunsets.
I'll add just one more thing, and that is that I finaly got my great white shark posters up in my room. I have one above my bed with its jaws wide open just waiting to come down and eat me. :) Anybody wanna come for a sleep over???? lol.

Queen Amidala II

2005-06-02T15:12:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry to say that this post is not about my obssesion with great white sharks, but rather something that has come over me gradually. Ever since the first Star Wars movie (the Phantom Menace) came out, I was very unsure of what to think about Queen Amidala.....and her wardrobe. One thing that I did like about her though, was her voice. My sister and I would play parts of the movie over and over again until we had all the main parts of her script lines memorized. We then would sit down and imitate her voice until we had it down almost perfectly. What can I say, I was only nine years old. :) As I continued to watch it, waiting impatiently for the second movie to come out, I began to look more at what she dressed in. Some of Queen Amidala's dresses were pretty interesting, there were a few that I really liked and a few that could go out the door. By the time that the second movie came out I was enthraled with every single costume that she had except one. The main thing that I liked about her costumes, was the headresses. I just can't help it, there soooooo awesome!!!!! Anyway, when "Attack of the Clones" came out, I wasn't to impressed with the outfits that she wore as senater. There were a few here and there, but nothing to write home about. We went to go see Star Wars number three last Saturday at the Colossus (sp?) theater. I love the movie, and I like most of her outfits. Most of them, not all. As I think about it, it's very sad that she doesn't have very many headresses in movies number two and three. *sigh* Oh well!
So, does anybody want to have a Star Wars costume party???? (Jk) :)

More Judo

2005-05-18T15:03:00.000-07:00

“Sara!”
I looked over and saw Sensei Mike waving me over to him. I walked over to him, a little nervous after watching him when he had worked with Jenna in rondori. Jenna and I had just been taught how to fall the week before, but in rondori, I think Mike wanted us to really know who it felt, so we could get used to it strait away. We bowed to each other and Mike began to tell me what throw he was going to do.
“Ok, when I throw you, you’re going to slap the mat with this hand.” He said taking my left hand and shaking it to get the point across. “This hand.” He repeated. I nodded.
Mike then got into position and before I knew it I was being flung over his back. All I could think was, “Just remember to slap the mat, then it won’t hurt so bad.” J As I came down, I did slap the mat, but needless to say, my whole left side stung. I was so stunned, that I laid there for a second trying get over the shock. Mike came over and asked me if I was alright. I nodded again.
“Ok then, let’s try it again.” This time when I slapped the mat, I was a little more prepared, but my side still stung like the dickens. I got back up, and heard the words I dreaded most, “One more time.” My heart began to sink. Again??? As he prepared to throw one more time, I stopped him and said, “ummm….can you do the other side now??? He smiled and switched the position. This time when I landed everything went blurry for a moment and then came back to normal. I heard the timer go off, and my heart almost leaped for joy, this meant that the round of rondori was over, and that I could go with someone else.
For the rest of the night, I made sure that I didn’t do another round with Mike, it fact I sometimes even hid behind the big poles that are in the room, when I saw that he was looking for a partner. Very cowardly, I know. I don’t want you to get me wrong, Mike is really nice and I know that he knows what he’s doing.

Even though I left that building feeling bruised and extremely tired, I also felt extremely satisfied and am looking forward to going back tomorrow (I won’t mention how I felt this morning). If you aren’t tired of all this Judo stuff yet then you can look on Jenna's, she might be posting about last night too.

How's Judo?????

2005-04-30T09:16:00.000-07:00

Well, I haven't broke anything yet, but then I'v only gone twice. On Thursday, when we got there one of the guys came with a seperated shoulder that he got from last weeks Judo class. There are quite a few people there that have broken toes, but for them that is nothing new.
We had a photographer come in and take pics. of us for the University newspaper or somthing like that, so keep your eyes open I might be in the paper. I'll be easy to spot because I was wearing a blue sweatshirt and not a gee.
We ran around the room several times and warmed up. We practiced our moves and so on. I won't bore you with the whole thing, but tell you about the good parts. At about 8:30, we started a round where we actually practice fighting each other. Because I didn't know very much I figured I would stand off and watch....little did I know. Sensai Joel saw me standing there and motioned for me to come over to him. We bowed to each other and before I knew it I was trying to make him fall to the ground. ( Because I have only gone a few times, I haven't learned how to fall right without injuring myself. In this way he couldn't flip me over and pull me down. Haha :) I have gotten into a bad habbit of saying "sorry". Everytime I messed up or even when I didn't, I found myself saying, "sorry". Finally Sensai told me, " You shouldn't say sorry, in fact don't."
"Ok, sorry......I mean...."
After I finished with Joel, I went with Mike. I got the impresion that he liked to fall, because almost each time I did the move right, he would fall and hit the floor.
I had a great time and can't wait until next time.
P.S. Sensai Ralph, the 69 year old man,(see post below) who went to Virginia for National Competition, took 2nd place.

Guess What!!!!!!

2005-04-24T17:58:00.000-07:00

Ok, this probably isn't very exciting to you, but this is a big deal to me.

It's nervracking.......it's INTENSE......it's JUDO!!!!!! Yes, my sister Jenna and I are going to be starting Judo this week. We went to preview it last week at Western. It looked really cool and I can't wait to start. There are a few draw backs though.....1. The class is made up of all BOYS, so this is going to be very interesting. 2. I am not allowed to wear my glasses. :( For people that know me, you will understand that without my glasses I am soooooooo blind it's not funny! We will be getting contacts, so it won't be to bad, but I will have to go a few times without anything since it takes a few weeks to get them. :( But......at least we get them. :)
The instructer seemed a bit excited that we were joining, and all the people with black belts were coming up to greet us. There was an old man there that was 69 years old. He had been in Judo since he was 16, and has been in 6 world championships. He left last Wednesday to be in another one. They asked my dad if he wanted to join too. My dad said,"No that's ok, I'm to old for this." But then when he saw the old man coming he quickly rephrased himself and said," At least I feel to old."
So there you go. Please wish me luck (not that I believe in luck), as I endever to figure out how to "fall" without killing myself.

Backyard Adventure!

2005-04-14T14:23:00.000-07:00

After moving to our new house in Ferndale and haveing a five acre piece of property with a creek on it, you would think that my sister Jenna and I would be content to stay on our own property......you would think that any way, but I am afraid that that would not be the case.
Jenna asked me if I could come out with her today and climb a magnificent cedar tree that she had found in the woods of our neighbor's property. Thankfully for her I was in a good mood and felt like climbing trees. So it was that after we had taken our dogs on a walk we hurried out to the woods to find the "magnificent" cedar tree. We followed the creek down through the woods, crossed the line that separates our borders for the property and soon came to the "magnificent" cedar tree. It wasn't quite what I was thinking of, so I wasn't very impressed with it at first.
"This is it???" I asked.
"Yep!"
"Oh."
Jenna wasn't fazed by my negative response. After ALMOST 14 years I suppose she'd be used to it.
Walking over to a limb of the tree(that looked quite unsturdy), Jenna quickly swung herself up. I looked at the swaying branch as Jenna reasured me that it was quite sturdy. "Yah sure", I was thinking. Determined to find a better way, I found another branch that would have been much better........ if I had not been so short. I lifted up my arms, but I couldn't get them around the tree. I wasn't going to give up yet. I looked around for somthing to stand on and finally spotted a white object a little ways away on the other side of the creek. Since we had gone deeper into the woods, the creek was not as wide as it usually is farther up. I would never have tried this, except that lying across the creek was some branches and logs that looked to have been there for....... a long time. I got down on my knees and carfully inched my way along the branches. I can just imagine what people would have thought if they could have seen me. Here I was suspended over the water trying to reach a buoy (that was what the white object was), so that I could climb a tree starting with a CERTAIN branch. Thankfully I was able to reach the buoy and get back to the tree(where Jenna was already far above me) with no mishap. I placed the buoy on the ground and carfully stood on it. I smiled as my hands reached around the limb and I prepared pull myself up......my smile faded away as I realized that no matter what I did it would never work. I was just plain to short. "Sara plain and short." :) Using all the strength in my body, I swung back and forth trying to get my feet up on the limb. Needless to say Jenna watched from above laughing her head off at how stupid I looked. I decided to stop and try her way of climbing up. Reluctantly I walked over to the other limb and tried to ignore my
burning hands. As Jenna had done, I swung myself up on the branch. It immediatly began to sway up and down, but I quickly grabed the branches above so I could take my weight off the limb. We climbed up as far as we could, or as far as we dared and had a gorgeous view. The sun was out and a soft little breeze brushed through our hair. We stayed in the tree for a while and talked, then decided that we should be getting back down. All went well, until I reached that branch........ Ya know the one that I tried to avoid so hard because it wasn't very sturdy??? Well I made it to the end of the branch, but I froze as the tree once again began to sway back and forth and up and down. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't move.
"J-e-n-n-a.....help me! ! !"
She began to giggle alittle bit, as I dizzly watched her come over to me. This sounds stupid now, but the only way she could get me down, was by carrying me on her shoulders. Once a safe distance away, I told my buff sister, "You can put me down now."
Go ahead and laugh at me, but at the time it happend, it was quite scary........ really, it was!

What's up??

2005-04-12T18:51:00.000-07:00

I don't have much to say, I just what to give an up date on what I have been doing. Can you guess what it is????? SCHOOL......SCHOOL.....and MORE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!! Isn't that exciting???? Not to much more is happening.

Ummmm...... I'm getting sick....not that you wanted to know that.

A friend of mine is having a birthday party on Saturday. He is going to be 19 and it is going to be very cool, because he is making it into a mystery party. As you can see I am really looking forward to it.
Sorry this is so short and sweet, but I don't have much time on my hands. I'll write more when I can. (And when I have something to write about!)

Keep praying!!!!! (part 2)

2005-04-01T17:28:00.000-08:00

As you all know, Terri died yesterday at 7:00 am. After praying so long for them to put her feeding tube back in, I realized, as you probably have already, that what if Terri was not a child of God, and that after this life she may go to be in a worse state than she already is? This thought made me pray even harder. When I heard that she died, I felt more at peace that I had ever felt over this whole thing. I knew that Terri was out of all the pain that she had been going through, and I would like to beleive that she is in a better place. I was listening to a station on the radio, and a "Father" from the Roman Catholic Church was being interveiwed. He said that when he went to go and see Terri, she was very responsive. He told her that he was going to pray. He placed his hands on her head, and to his suprise she closed her eyes. When the prayer was over, she opened them again. Her father started to talk to her and she smiled at him, her mother asked her a question, and she tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a few noises. I am not sure when this took place, whether it was before or after they took the feeding tube out, but in any case this really goes to show who much Terri understood what was happening. As I listened, they also started to talk about how it wasn't right to refer to people with disabilities as, "vegetables". I totaly agree with this as I am sure you will. These people like Terri, are HUMAN BEINGS until the moment they breath there last breath, and until that moment, they should be treated as human beings.

A pang went through my heart the day I heard that the judge went to go see Terri. He told her that if she wanted to live, she just had to say, " I want to live!". With all her might Terri got the word "I" out. After struggling for a while she finally gave up and just started crying....then sceaming, so that all most all in the hospital could hear her. Yes, Terri knew everything.

Please keep praying, not only for Terri's parents, but for all the people who may suffer like Terri did. I believe that people with disabilities are in great danger. If there is someone who is no longer willing to care for a child that has disabilities, all they have to do is find the right judge and say, "The child doesn't want to live," and that's the end of them.
Please remember one more thing, remember to pray for the people who did this to Terri. I know it is sooooooo hard to pray for them when you feel like ripping them to shreds after all they have done, but God tells us to pray for our enemies, so please continue to pray!!

Keep Praying!!

2005-03-18T17:00:00.000-08:00

Well, they did it. I knew it would happen, but I wasn't ready.

I was sitting down at the table when my mom told me that if God lets Terri die, then it will be for the good of His people. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, all we can do is pray for her and for her parents. As I listened, the tears that I had been holding in came flooding down my cheeks. I drenched my sleeves, my little section of the table and not to mention my math papers. I can't even imagine what she is going through. She has been without food and water for five hours. I feel so bad for her parents as I am sure you do. They had to leave the hospital and were told that her husband would be there for her. How comforting to have a loon at your bedside who wishes you were dead every minute of the day.

I talked to my cousin Rebekah on the phone today and she told me to look up Psalm 37 witch I would encourage you to look up as well. It helped me to realize that behind everything God has a great design, and though we cannot see it yet, I know that everything will workout. The wicked CANNOT prevail against God.

Just remember that everything is possible with God. Please keep praying.

Terri

2005-03-15T17:43:00.000-08:00

I have not researched everything about Terri Schiavo, but I don't think that anyone has to, to see that what they are going to do to her is terribly wrong, evil and not to mention, sinning against God. Every time I think about it, it makes me sooooo angry that these people will do anything for money.

My mom and I were in the car today listening to the radio when the news started talking about Terri and how they were going to take her feeding tube out and let her die. Terri's husband came on on the radio and was saying something like how "...People don't even know me and yet their accusing me." Who wouldn't accuse him?? I believe that after trying to kill his wife (spec), then once she couldn't talk he openly starts a illegitimate family with another woman without getting divorced from Terri and is living a comfortable life with his new family while Terri is suffering and going to die in a matter of days. Nincompoop!!! Who does he think he is to have Terri die such a cruel death???
What is wrong with these people that they should bend so far and murder a helpless woman!!
As my mom said, "Don't they know that if they kill Terri it will lead to more and more killing??
Think of all the retarded children??? They'll go the same way."

Terri is not on life support, she is making progress and if they take her feeding tube out this is truly murder, and I pray that God will open their eyes to see their sinful monstrosities . I am asking anybody that is not already praying for Terri and her family to pray for them in these up coming weeks. They'll need it!

Oi ! ! ! ! !

2005-03-07T14:57:00.000-08:00

Ok, as some of you know....my friend Erin and I have been having some "little" discussions about the word "oi" and "oy". We know some people who each spell it differently, soooooo Erin and I decided to take sides, and boi has it been interesting. I choose to spell it "oi" not "oy". "Oy" is to original and everybody spells it that way. I only know two people who spell it "oy", but that is probably because I haven't really bothered to ask anyone....do to the fact that their soooo narrow minded.:)

VOTE "NO" TO "OY"!!!!!

VOTE "YES" TO "OI"!!!!!

Whose with me????? Will it be "oi" or "oy"???? It's not to hard to answer, as Sarah Brightman would say, "It's a Question of Honor".

Boi, this was loaded. (Haha)

Carchardon Carcharias

2005-03-03T17:23:00.000-08:00

The black shadow that slices through the water never fearing... for what has it to be afraid of???
It is the shadow that crashes into our dreams and fills our minds with terror. It is the terror that grasps our minds when we think of a loved one in the jaws of CARCHARDON CARCHARIAS!

Ok, I can just see you guys saying, "Ok, Sara get to the point. What does Carchardon Carcharias mean??" Carchardon Carcharias is Latin for "The Jagged Toothed One", referring to the great white SHARK!!!!!
As many of you know I have come to love sharks since.....Well I am not sure when...I guess they grew on me slowly. For some reason I always see myself in one of those cages filming the great whites, or joining Chris Fallows and Dr. Rocky Strong on their exciting trips to seal Island (which is in south Africa). I always think, that if I could have just three wishes having to do with sharks, they would be to have my own little boat, to have my own little camera and to be able to be snapping pictures of great white sharks breaching from the water. That would be the life.....Ok maybe not....
Why great white sharks you ask??? Well, to tell you the truth I'm not quite sure. Maybe it's because I wanted to do something different from everyone else, or maybe it was because they were number two in line for being the most dangerous shark in the world, but what ever the reason may be, I can't help but marvel at the great wonders that God has placed upon this earth. Each time I see them, what fear I may have had melts away to awe and wonder.

I have seriously considers studying to become an oceanographere, but after looking up all the things I would have to take in school, my dreams kinda shattered into a million pieces. Maybe God is telling me that I should look some where else instead. For instance, God has blessed me with an amazing gift to be able to sing, with a bit of work, I might be able to spread my wings and fly. I only want to be where God wants me to be, because that is where things will work best for me.

"....and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." Genesis 1:28

My Life.....

2005-03-02T19:18:00.000-08:00

It's 7:00 in the morning. It is still dark outside. Do I have to get up? No.......yes......NO!!!!! Lifting first my head then my shoulders, I watch as my hands rise to rub my eyes. Why, in the world am I not like my sister who likes to get up in the morning??? Speaking of which, here she comes. Taking one look at me she walks out. Is there something wrong with the way I look?? I drag myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I see a have awake person with a very....VERY grumpy face and it seems to say,"Sara, why aren't you in bed??" I try to explain but the image in the mirror only seems to be mocking me in my every move. Later on after I am dressed, I take my vitamins, like a good little girl, and go out to see my little doggie. To my dismay even he seems to want to leave my sight, for as soon as I let him off his leash, he is off in a flash. Does no body like my droopy face??? Oh, well!!!!!! About an hour later we are on our way to pick up my cousin. I won't go into the particulars, but she is very strange. She has an imaginary friend that is attached to her side, she calls him"Fred." I smile sweetly to her, but even she must think there is something wrong with my face, for the moment she looks at me, she burst out giggling and says, "Good morning!" Everybody else says the same but me. I say to her, "What makes this day so good?" After giving me a list of reasons why the day is so good she says, "Why wouldn't the day be good?"
I reply, "Because we have to go to MATH." :( "Well," she says. "You can make this a good day or a bad day." And this of course is very true. As we get out of the car, me mum says with a smile, "Have fun and make sure that you learn something." "Thanks mom." I enter the house and sit in my appointed seat and think, "Someday I'll graduate.....maybe....