Man makes plans, but God determines the outcome

Karen and I decided on the way home, in 2011, she and I are going to go on a trip, beginning in Maine, and traveling along the Atlantic Coast until we reach Florida. In Florida I will be able to visit my Godmother. By then, I will legally be my own person, and should be able to drive (and have a job, cause by then gas will cost 10 dollars a gallon.

Wait! I could get Penrod/Hiawatha (the guy that takes the photographs for the postcards, who, if you didn't know, lives in Berrien Center) to hire me, and then Karen and I would be paid to to on the trip!!! We can stop at all the beautiful places along the way and will be able to photograph them.

Then 2012 I could study abroad for a year in Scotland, the land of my forefathers, of Wallace and Bruce, of bagpipes, and green hills, and sheep, and, of course if Karen wanted to, then she could come with me to chaperon, for no lady travels without a companion.

Ha! Like any of this will ever happen! It is still fun to wish, though.

NEW BUBBLE!!!!

Yay Miss Nana!!!

At the State 4-H Goat Show today Anna and Raspberrie got Grand Champion LaMancha!!!

Utter Annoyance

The funny thing about being away from people, at least for me, is that I begin to idealize them, forgetting how annoying they are. For example, while gone at Amen, I was away from Miss Nana and began to think about how wonderful it would be to see her and how sweet she was, etc, but the moment she arrives that happy little image of her is immediately shattered as she begins her normal habit, of which I had forgotten while she was away, of teasing our neighbor about various boys and giving her “shocked” squeak at the mention of any boy who she could possibly have a “crush” on. I really hate it when she does it, and I KNOW what she means by those little shrieks, and she sounds horrified at the thought of her actually “liking” so and so, and she acts as though she hates being teased, she actually enjoys it, for it makes her feel special. I KNOW, because as I am extremely embarrassed to say, Miss Nana behaves exactly as I a couple years ago, though she is a little more outspoken and bold than I was. I really wish I had not been like that, and realize now how damaging that sort of thing is to boy-girl friend relationships.

I can’t believe I just wrote that down.
Please understand that I’m not trying to be mean or say nasty things about Miss Nan, for I dearly love her, but it is because of that love that it really makes me sad to see her treat the opposite gender in such a fashion, and she doesn't listen to me when I try to tell her that.

I really, really wish that Nana wasn't so much like me!! :(

Random Scranton Photos

I think it is rather cool how the camera focused on the water droplets in this picture.

Steamtown Museum and Lackawanna

Since we arrived a day early for the confrence in Scranton, we were able to go to the largest Train Museum. It was intersting and, of course, a good place to play around with camera.

Pheobe Snow!!! :)

Goodbye Pasto'! :'(

We will miss you, for though we will have Pasto' G. with us, who will be very fun, even so, it would be even more awesome to have both of you. Maybe next year that could happen, except that would leave Emmaus pasto'less for a week, which would be rather selfish of us. :)

A Tug in Two Directions

The house is soooo messy and we cant leave it that way fro the next week, cause Grandma and Grandpa will be staying at our house watching the kids during AMEN. It HAS TO be cleaned and we won't be able to do it Sunday because we will be doing last minute packing, so that means I really should stay home tomorrow from a once-in-a-lifetime re-enactment of the D-day and the Landing in Normandy. I really, really want to go, but I also really want to get the house cleaned. Sarah, Matt, and Bunny are going with Grandpa, so they could take the video camera with them.
Oh, I soooo want to go, but duty calls......

If I don't clean the house nobody will

and if nobody does it the the dirt and dust and junk will be piled as high as the ceiling by the time we get back from AMEN

and I really hate to make Grandma and Grandpa stay in a mess,

and if there are things lying around on the floor like there are now, they could trip and fall and that would really hurt them,

and if they got hurt, they are older so they would not heal as fast,

and that would really not be good,

and that was just a run-on sentance.

Me is back

The sadness of coming home to an empty house :'(
I think my family is still at the WWII re-enactment.
They didn't even leave me a note :'(

So Long, Farewell

I'm almost packed. At 7:30 tomorrow it's off to Michigan State University. See you all on Sunday!

(And Yes dear H. Person, I know I should be packed already since I have three posts from today) :)
Bye!

Oh, and just for the record, its 10:21 EST

Bother, Another change!

I"m glad it has changed, but I wish things wouldn't keep changing! Now my friend is going with me tomorrow.

To Clean or Not To Clean

Some people have the right to have messy house, indeed it would be quite impossible to keep it completely clean, but others, like our family have absolutely no excuse for the constant disorder that is maintained. I say maintained, for indeed it seems as though they work to make it disordered. I stay home from some event with the sole purpose of cleaning the house form top to bottom, and in 6 or so hours of hard work I barely get done cleaning the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room, and then everyone comes home and within an hour my work is completely demolished!!!! People that have many (ie. one or more) young child(ren) can not be expected to be able to keep their house neat, for children take priority over neatness. Even if the family with younger children also has older children, it is almost impossible to keep it clean.

Also, MOTHERS SHOULD NOT BE THE ONES TO KEEP THE HOUSE CLEAN!!! A MOTHER’S LIFE HAS WAAAAAY TOO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES AS IT IS!!!! KEEPING THE HOUSE CLEAN IS THE CHILDREN’S JOB (if they are old enough to do so and you CAN expect a eight year old to pick up his toys). None of us H's are little children anymore, and we should be able to at least keep the house at a maintainable level, in fact, I am willing to do all the heavy cleaning, and would gladly do it, but I don’t have the time to do so if when ever I go to clean I have to do the most BASIC chores!!!

THERE ARE EXCUSES FOR A MESSY HOUSE
1. You live alone and you have to go to work
2. You have young child(ren)
3. You live in a small house which makes it impossible to keep it impeccable even if there were only two of you
4. You have relatives or the friends staying with you for a while

NONE OF THESE EXCUSES APPLY TO US H's!!!!!!!

Sorry for ranting on and on about that [insert apologetic smile here]
I am not saying that everyone aught to have a clean house, but simply that us H kids should be neater.
Now you know something that bugs me :)

Bewilderment

As of yesterday, my friend and her sister were going to a 4-H camp with me on Wednesday until Friday. Today they called and said that they will no longer be able to come because my friend has a driving test on Friday afternoon, and her sister just got a job. They signed up in April, so how can they miss schedule something like this? It wasn’t as if the camp was free, and my friend had joined a 4-H group with the sole intention of going to this camp, and her sister even had to pay extra because she wasn’t a 4-H member. They won’t even get a partial refund! Why would you do that? I just don’t understand!

I guess the only good thing about that is that since they were to room with my neighbor and I, then us two will have an entire 4 bed room to ourselves

I really don’t get it!

Summer Thoughts

The sun starts to rise at five o’ clock, and by six it is light outside and the birds have already ceased their daybreak song, and are singing a song of the new day. At night fireflies can been seen as they caper about the yard displaying their light. Storms creep up, and often thunder and lightning visit. As the storms roll across the field, the sky is filled with the dark blue of an intense clouds, which bring with them awe and rapture, turning ones thoughts to wide meadows and mountains with snowy caps, and clear, cold streams. The sunlight peaks behind clouds to reveal a clean sky, of a light blue.

Yellow, purple, blue, yellow and orange accompany the sun as it sets, in a finale of light and color. In the crab apple tree the robins have built a nest for which to rear their young and the wrens have done so in the bird house. Across the street, the cherries are ripening; a red blush spreads over their pale orange skin. The raspberry bushes are filled with small hard green balls, that foretell of pies and jam and berries and cream. Here and there butterflies drift from flower to flower; swallowtail, monarch, morning cloak, and skipper. The spring buds have been replaced with fresh green leaves, and the woods appears as a canopy, if as to welcome some great queen.

My Little Ducko

Da Duck and his mother Strawberrie Sunday
(isn't he cute) :)

A long, long time ago (2005) I had my first baby goat, which I promptly named Ducky. (it's a long story why I named him that). That year we also had way too much zuchinni that over ripened, so we would feed slices of it to our goats. Whenever I would call "Dutini [zuchini] Ducko" or "A Ducko! A Ducko! A wittle baby Ducko!" he would come running.

Ducky Getting a (much needed) Bath

Ducky after a long day at the Fair

Happy 26 Anniversary Mammita and Daddy

June 12, 1982
St. John Catholic Church
East Lansing, MI

Sarah realy should signout from her google account when she gets off the computer

It is a good thing that I have a little bit of self control :) If not, I would have gone and sent lots of emails from "Sarah" and written stuff on her blog :) He he

Comparisons

From 2008
I have 2 more posts than Nick
30 more than OFHP
15 more than Nat
49 less than TruthQuestioner
40 less than Pastor
and 9 less than Magsplat

Bother

:'( Matt is sick so now I don't get to go to church for the Feast of S. Baranbas. No one else can stay home with him, and he cant stay home by himself. Sarah has conffession tonight, and Mom and Dad have to talk with pastor after the sevice, so that just leaves me :(

Sarah For Dummies

HELP!!! I have been commissioned by Sarah to write the above book for her to give to her room mate in college, and I need some help. (She thought of the title, not me)
Any suggestions, ideas or comments would be appreciated.

Birds, Beetles and Sweet William

Thisone is not that high in quality. It was very hard to get the birds to pose for me, and they had this nasty habit of flying away as soon as I got the camera focused.

FOR YOU

Today we sang LSB 458 as one of our communion hymns. Whenever I hear it, it brings me back to the sactuary at Ridgecrest, NC. During the Higher Things confrence, Sarah and K N sang in the choir, so while the choir met before the service, I (and usually OFHP) would sit below them ans listen to them practice. It was so beautiful! I can still hear Mr. LaCroix correcting them on how to roll their r's. I also remembering thinking that the organist was really good. How funny to think that it was Mrs. R.

This being out first conference, we didn't know anyone and everything was so new and different. I had never heard the Magnificant before FOR YOU. We roomed with two people from, I think it was, South Carolina, Emilie and Bessie. One of the funniest things was the night we spent with the AC turned up really high, and everyone was too polite to mention it or turn it off.

I really enjoyed Pr. Pauls indepth on the End Times, for that was something that had been intrigueing me for quite sometime, and I had never had it explained clearly from an orthodox view before. That indepth, along with the Breakaway session on the AntiChrist really helped me. It was wonderful to be able to be fed three of more times a day, as we were able to go to Matins, vespers, evining prayer, and compline.

Rue Anemone

I'm so happy

It was wonderful! I was able to help in the kitchen during the open house and that kept me busy so that I didn't have to tag aroung Sarah and Mom and be bored.
We got to play an awesome game of vollyball (sorry Anan) :( It was so awesome to have Pastor play with us :)
AND someone who has been ignoring me for the past three months or so actually spoke three words to me!!!!!
Thanks ya'll for coming :)

Here a hive, there a hive, everywhere a hive

A single grass pollen

The grass is blooming (and yes the grass does bloom) and so there is lots and lots of pollen floating around in the air, which leads to a very itchy me. Hopefully Mom will pick my allergy medicine at the store when she goes to pick up the two 50 lb bags of ice for the open house at the store. Thank God for benedryl, but now it is making me soooooo sleepy............

The Open House

50 pound of ground beef (see above)

500 taco shells

40 pounds shredded cheese

10 pounds green pepper

just some of what Mom bought for the open house. She didn't think that we would need this much, but the other two Moms assured her that we would need at least this much.

WAY TOO MUCH FOOD!!

Miss Nana

One of things about Miss Nan is that she often missreads words, which can cause some rather funny sentances. On the way home from Evening Prayer, she was commenting on how, “We should have named Bunny Job, because he was born on the 'commencement' of Job.” (she meant commemoration)
She was also signing loudly on the way home, and she looked at Mom with a worried look and asked, “am I making you displeasing?”
When she was younger, she would run around the house saying she was a “roasted tiger” instead of a ferocious tiger.
And she does thing “just to aggregate them” (aggravate)

John William Waterhouse

I think this is my favorite artist of the Pre Raphealite period. Though not all his art work is that great, I like the way in which his style of painting appears realistic.

Plaster again

The ride to the little house proved uneventful. This was the first time that Sarah and I had gone there by ourselves. Once there, we began our boring job of plastering the walls and ceiling. During the first two hours we listened to music while we worked, and during that time, our conversation was somewhat minimal; it was nice not to have to manufacture our own noise. After we had listened to both of the Michael Card CDs that we had brought, we decided to listen to a 4 CD set of “hymns” that Grandma and Grandpa had given our parents for Christmas. We were sadly disappointed with these, for with most of the “hymns” it was just the music, and the ones they did sing were either to the wrong tune or the words had been changed. Because of this we became overwhelmedly bored. When bored, the strangest conversations arise.
Like…….

Me: You know, Sedrick is a lot nicer looking than Peter [from the Chronicles of Narnia]
S: Ya.
Me: But I think Edmund isn’t bad looking, in fact I think he is nicer looking than Caspian.
S: But Caspian is not bad at all, in fact if he were Lutheran……
Me: But if Miraz were Lutheran?
S: Well, he is too old

That was a really weird discussion. We don’t normally have that kind of conversation, but, boredom can cause that sort of thing.
We started the plastering at around 1:00 and we were done with what could be done today at 4:30. We loaded up the stuff that we had to take home and got into the van. We had parked our car on a slope, and so we had intelligently put the parking brake on, but when Sarah went to release the parking brake, it appeared to be stuck in place. We tried pushing it a pulling it, but all in vain; we were stuck. Considering we had nothing to loose, I pulled out our handy owner’s manual. Sarah gave me a look and exclaimed, “That’s not going to help.” Paging through it we came to page 206 where on was printed the head title of “Parking Break”. It gave instructions on how to release the brake, and so, Sarah carefully gave it a try. The parking break released!!! The owner’s manual knew what it was talking about!!!

And more plaster

Off we go again to do the second coat.

Ah, Sunday

(note: things are in parenthesis not for a sarcastic reason, but because the things are called something that they are not and thus is does not seem right to refer to them by that name) This post is not at all meant to be sarcastic, it is simply some observations that I noticed when visiting Grandma and Grandpa's former church for its 75 anniversary.

'twas good and not so grand

Good: We were able to meet lots of people that knew Dad, like one lady that had baby sat him and out Aunt when they were little.
We also got to meet Great Uncle Jean, Grandma's brother, who I had only met once before and were able to see the House in Which Grandma grew up in with her brothers and sisters. the house is a very cute snug little house, one that would be great fun to play hide and seek in, for there are many cubby holes and hidden closets, but it is almost unbelievable that Grandma's whole family (of nine) could actually fit.

Bad: We didn't get to go to a service
Yes, there was a "service", but it wasn't service. The whole atmosphere of the "sanctuary" was really sad. When you walked in the fist thing that came to your attention was the front of the "sanctuary". No candles, no alter, no crucifix, no pulpit, no lectern, not even a cross to be seen. (We did find out later that there was cross, but it was covered by the screen. Extremely sad, and ironic) Now, despite the many missing articles, the front was hardly empty. The noise in the "sanctuary" was loud, as many friends chatted together.

The "service" would have been good if it had been referred to as just a celebration, for indeed, it was NOT a service. No Word, No Sacraments, Not even a sermon. In the whole course of this 2 and 1/2 hour "service", we heard a whole three verses from the Bible. How in the world can those Christian s survive on such a meager diet? No wonder they aren't used to looking at scripture in its context!


Anyways, I think (if I ever get around to it) I will post some more about it later. Right now I have to go have a water fight with Miss Nan, Matt, and Bunny. Yay! :)

Wow, I think this is the longest post yet!!!