Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Before their birth, Rebekah could sense that something was wrong with the baby she was carrying. The way Bro. Johnston put it, he said that things became so bad that Rebekah probably wished that Isaac's prayer that her womb would be opened (she was barren for 19 years) had never been prayed. She went to the Lord and asked her why this was happening to her. God answered-(Genesis 25:23)
The LORD said to her,
"Two nations are in your womb,
and two peoples from within you will be separated;
one people will be stronger than the other,
and the older will serve the younger."
When Esau and Jacob were born, Esau came out first, very red and hairy. Isaac and Rebekah named him Esau because of what he looked like. When Jacob came out, he was clutching onto his brothers heel. This showed some form of struggle. Jacob saw an opportunity to take advantage of the chance to get out first. This is because he had a purpose. He didn't know what it was, he might not have even been very aware of it yet, but he had a purpose and he was eager to get to it quickly. Bro.Johnston continued to go through the different trials that Jacob faced, showing his passion to see God, until he finally wrestled with God. The big difference between the two brothers was that Jacob was named for his passion, he sought to see God, he was not appeased by the status quo, and strove to do more than was needed, while Esau was named for his appearance, sought to maintain for the moment, was happy to remain in his comfort zone, and was happy to just squeak by. There are plenty of Christians out in the world today who are Esaus. They look the part. They are so focused on the outward appearance that they have lost their burden for the lost and all they will ever be known for is being "the girl with the long hair and skirt", their appearance, and never reach their full potential. Then there are the Jacobs. They strive to make a difference. They have a passion, a calling. They will do something great for God. And the thing about them is that they are the person that you would least expect to be used greatly. They are the ones who don't have the money to dress right, or don't look the part. They are the outcasts, the ones everyone makes fun of. They don't care. All they know is that they have a passion and will do whatever it takes to achieve it. The alter call was amazing. People deep in prayer, crying and worshipping. There was such a great presence of the Lord in that place.
After service was over, we headed off to the Chiller for food, fellowship, and ice-skating. I love this part of the retreat because it is the one time between camp and camp that we get to see all of our friends. The guy I have like for ever (hence known as 9-year-guy or 9YG) was there and much to my dismay, had decided to attempt to grow a goatee. Ew. It looked like he had seriously missed a spot shaving. I felt like going up to him and saying "9YG, you know, you look like a weed-hacker decided to attempt to eat your face." But I refrained. And his dad made him shave it off before this mornings service. I knew I liked him.
We got back from the Chiller at about 3 AM. We went to bed at 4:30 AM. I got up at 7:45. Not good times. I took a shower, and made myself look beautiful (I actually think I looked semi-cute, too IMNSHO) Bro. Johnston preached again on a similar topic. The title was "Where is the next Shamgar?"
And after him was Shamgar the son of Anath, which slew of the Philistines six hundred men with an ox goad: and he also delivered Israel.
Shamgar had been told from the time of his birth that his people were worth next to nothing. The Philistines had encaptured his people and disarmed them. They took their swords and spears but allowed them to keep their ox goads. For those of you (like me) who don't know what an ox goad is, it is a stick with a pointed end, for prodding oxen, and an end shaped into a shovel, for planting. The Philistines only allowed these people to keep the things that allowed them to make their living, to maintain the status quo. They were able to go down to the Philistines camp and sharpen their goads once per year. The Philistines probably thought when they saw Shamgar coming to get the goad sharpened, "Look at that worthless little lazy Israelite. What could he possibly do." And Shamgar took the little that he had, the only weapon allowed to him, and wiped out the Philistines. The signifigance of this, Bro.Johnston said, was that God took something seemingly meaningless, meant to serve a minor purpose in maintaining the norm, and used it to do a mighty work. Because of this, nobody has the excuse to say that they don't have what they need to do something great. God can take the most insignifigant detail, use it, and make it great. It was yet another amazing service.
In short, I highly recommend buying the DVD's or CD's or tapes of the retreat. They are so encouraging and uplifting, and definately worthwhile.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
- "You're feverish! You wait right here. I'll go get the baby thermometer and the petroleum jelly!" (TJ's Mom,Recess:School's Out)
- "It's a liger. Kind of like a lion and tiger mixed. Bred for it's skills in magic." (Napoleon Dynamite)
- "Josey Grossy!" (Cafeteria, Never Been Kissed)
- "She turned me into a newt....I got better!" (Random Peasant, Monty Python and the Holy Grail)
- "Maybe I misread her letter-Dear Muffin, I hate you. Love, Pumpkin."(Rogers, Swan Princess III)
- "That's amazing!" "Yes, I will forever be known as the man who unlocked a door!" (Servents and DaVinci, Ever After)
- "I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. " (Dark Helmet, Spaceballs)
- "Sign me up for the next war!" (Grandma, Mulan)
- "For you, baby, I could be.." (Puss in Boots, Shrek 2)
- Cleric:And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother...
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it. (Monty Pyton and The Holy Grail)
- "Prepare for a little stinging!" (Exterminator, Over The Hedge)
- "My Precious!" (Smeegle, The Lord Of The Rings)
- "Oh, right. The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison. That poison? " (Kronk, The Emperors New Groove)
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
After school today my family went to the YMCA (insert catchy tune here). Mom had a class to take and all of the workout machines were taken up, so Dad and I went and shot some hoops. I will not reveal the results of such because I want to keep my dignity, thank you much.
And finally, the last item of the day... I am sick and tired of the typing fixes on blogrolls for my site. So I ask you people.....
Monday, January 22, 2007
On a completely different note, tomorrow the finalists of the 2007 Bloggies are being announced. Was supposed to be today, but crapweasels pushed it back. I don't think I really have a shot, but it will be nice to know. Wish me luck!
Update:Even the Catholic School in town is on a delay. Maybe there's hope. Maybe my school is stupid?
Saturday, January 20, 2007
"Have you taken a typing class before?"
"In Middle School."
"I know that many of your classmates did, too, but they haven't retained their ability."
"I have a blog and stuff like that, so I use it every day."
"Well, that makes sense then. I've looked at your GWAM (Gross Words A Minute) and accuracy and you are already to the point at which we are trying to get all of these students. That being said, I am going to reccomend that you be moved up to Word Processing and Power Point."
She handed me a pass to the guidance office and they juggled some classes around, which caused me to end up, once-again, in Cute-History-Teacher's class. Yippee! I stayed after school yesterday to catch up, and now am ahead. Woohoo!
On a completely different note, my room has been rearranged. Awesomely, I might add. I will post pictures as soon as my dad uploads them.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
- My Ring
- The Theme. I want a Black and White wedding with Red accents.
- The Time. Preferably in August, December is my second choice. I would like a mid-afternoon wedding. 3ish.
- My Bridesmaids. I don't know for sure who I will have as my bridesmaids. I have an idea but between then and now my friends will more than likely change. I do have my matron of honor picked out, which will be Mistie.
- My Bridesmaids Dresses. I will be a kind bride. I will allow my bridesmaids to not have hideous dresses. They will not see their dresses and say "What the muffin", (or chicken, if you are Liz),"were you thinking? I will disown you now!" No. I will pick nice dresses for them.As seen here. Kind of. Not as hideous. But same general style.
- My cake. Kind of reminds me of my Uncle Peter and Aunt Shana's.
- My Music. Some of my preferences include (I have some on a playlist on my iPod)-Mama by Il Divo, Passera by Il Divo, The Man You Love by Il Divo, We Will Dance by Steven Curtis Chapman, Pachebels Canon in D, My Everything by Barry White
- My Sample Program
- My Flowers. Roses Mostly. I like Calla Lillies too, but guess how likely those are to happen.
- My Reception. I want a nice sit down reception ( this is in my dreams, remember) with live music and my matron of honor and his best man to make speeches and I will cry and he will.....not cry, and it will be perfect.
- Leaving. Birdseed. Nobody does birdseed anymore. No bubbles for me, thank you much. Birdseed all the way.
- Afterwards. I will head off on a boat to the Virgin Islands.
- My Dress. Here are the rest of the pictures. Once again, needs a neck and the sleeves need a wee bit of work, but I am in love with it.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
REBECCA RYAN IS A HUMONGOUS NERD AND HAS DECIDED THAT IT IS A VERY PROFITABLE THING SOMETIMES AND HAS CHOSEN TO EMBRACE IT DAY
Why, you may ask?
I walked into school today, realizing that I had forgotten to run out to the library and grab a biography for English this weekend. I convinced my friend Nikki to go to the library with me very quickly before school started, assuring her that I was going to grab a book at random quickly, check it out, and be gone. We made our way to the biography section.
"Hey, look at this. Nazi Germany. Ok, we're done."
"Nikki, did you forget that we're looking for someone who made a better place?"
"Oops. Sorry. Billy Graham?"
"That's good. Let's go."
We went to the checkout desk and the bell rang, so I was left alone, because her class was far from the library. I had brought a dollar to pay for some of my fine and gave Mr.Tuel, the librarian, the dollar, the books I was returning, and the Billy Graham book.
"Rebecca, you know you have $1.05 in fines, correct?"
"Yes, Mr.Tuel. I just grabbed money quickly and forgot to grab a nickel."
"Well, because you are such a sweet young lady and because you are such a good customer, we'll just say that the fine was a dollar so you owe nothing now, ok?"
Was I really supposed to disagree with that?
Here we see the monetary benefits of nerdom.
Also the academic benefits-
Got my exam grades today.
English- B- (most of the class got a C or lower, so I am proud of that)
World Studies- Unknown
Geometry- has a fun little story with it.
In Geometry, Mr. Jarosz told us that we could see our exam grades. He called my name and said, "You are the only one."
In fear, I asked, "The only what?"
"You are the only 'A' in my classes."
But wait, it gets better....
He shows and example on the board of this question where we had to plot points, identify shapes and midpoints, and all of this stuff, that everyone got wrong. Almost. He tells the whole class, "In all of my classes, Rebecca is the only one who got this question right."
I have chosen to embrace my nerdiness.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I don't really know why I remember that date. I forgot all about it until today. Last year, I thought about it and bawled for a while. This year I'm like "I was so stupid. What was I thinking? Was I really that desperate?"
I remember coming home from church that night. It was eventful because (once again, no idea why I remember this) I had a scab split and I was wearing hose. Ouchie. So, me and my Mr.X had been e-mailing back and forth that weekend and I had suspected something was up (we weren't together yet) because he was asking for my picture and yada yada yada. So, Mom comes in and she tells me that (this was before I had my Yahoo! address and the whole family had one inbox) MX e-mailed me. I asked her why she was telling me this, because I was going to check my mail in a minute anyway. She goes, "Ok, well, if you don't wanna check it." I ran into the living room and saw the (at the time) best e-mail I had ever recieved. MX liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. I cheered and had to go through the still-present process of asking my Grandpa, Uncle Mike, and Uncle Peter (and Dad of course) if I could go out with him. They all approved (somewhat) and I e-mailed him back. The month after this was kind of blah as I look back on it. A few e-mails, and he promised to meet me at mid-winter (he never did). Later on he sent me an e-mail which ticked off me and my parents a little bit.
Have you told your parents about you and me? I haven't told mine yet. It's not like I don't want to or that I am embarassed to or anything, it's just hard to, you know?
I spent no time in replying-
You have got to tell your parents NOW. My parents have known since Day 1, they've seen the e-mail and everything. *
*-e-mails may not be exact wording as I don't have them anymore.
Contact was limited for the next week. I went to the Valentines Banquet at church, knowing that the end was near, and crying a bunch of the night. On Valentines Day, I got an e-mail saying that he was dumping me. I got it the day after and was by myself. My parents had called to warn me that there was an e-mail that I wouldn't like in the inbox. Basically it had a bunch of bologna about how things were difficult for him, and he couldn't tell me why but (and here's the oh-no-he-didn't line) "can we just be friends?" I cried and curled up with a box of Oreos and my friend Jess on the phone. My parents took me to Olive Garden for dinner to comemerate my first break-up. When I got home I had another e-mail from MX apologizing and asking me to be his girlfriend again. This is the part of the story where I slam my head against the wall yelling "YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!?!?!"
I told him he had to talk to his parents first, that we were taking a month off, and that we would talk about a relationship at the end of the month. My parents warned me that this was a bad idea. I didn't listen.
That March I said yes again. This time the relationship was less blah. He sent letters weekly and called at least once a week. We still e-mailed daily. He called on each "anniversary". I was happy. In June we had camp. Camp is the time where you flaunt your relationshippiness. We did so. Spending every second we could together. Ick. We also worked camps together. This had a twist I was not prepared for. Which I should have been.
On July 6, MX became bipolar. I swear he did. That morning he met me after work and we hung out. He was his sweet (haha) self. As usual we went to the ice cream parlor with our friends James and Tia, which is when I started to notice that he was acting wierd. He wouldn't talk to me and was ignoring me. We had gotten into our first fight 6 days earlier about stupid stuff. I came back onto campus, grabbed my friend Brittany's arm, dragged her to the bathroom (why is that a girls meeting place?) and started to cry. "Brittany, he's gonna dump me. He's gonna dump me!" I wailed. "No he's not." We should have bet on it. I would have won.
I left the bathroom and MX met me out in the courtyard. "Do you really wanna know why I am mad?" Nooooooooooo. I looove sitting here watching you steam over me, feeling hated and wondering why you have suddenly turned into a monster. But just for kicks..."Yes, I want to know why, please." He took a deep breath like he was going to reenact the Gettysburg Address or something and said (this is where I insert commentary. I didn't get that luxury then), "Well, your always picking fights with me about stupid stuff( Picking on you for eating Peanut Butter M&M's and sweetened tea is not picking a fight) and then you went and told everyone an=bout the ice cream thing and made me look bad (Ok, here's this story. Me, MX, Tia, and James went to the Ice Cream Parlor. James is very ooey gooey and offers to buy Tia anything in sight. Me and MX pay for our own. Me and Tia find the opposites in our boyfriends humorous. I mention this to my friend, Gabby, in passing, who teases MX about it. Is that telling EVERYONE?)" He goes on for about 10 minutes, I never get to say my side, and he throws the whole fight back in my face. Should have known that would get blamed on me. We sit there for about 15 minutes, not looking at each other or speaking. Various people come by and ask "Are you guys ok?" Yes, occasionally we just like to sit hear, staring blankly at nothing, while I am crying. Here's your sign. Finally, MX just gets up and walks away. He doesn't say anything to me, but I sort of get the idea. But to my naive little mind, I think that you have dumped someone until you tell them. So, at lunch we don't speak or sit next to each other until to one of his friends he says the oh-so-crappy-unbeatable-break-up-line. Which I won't even type because I will die laughing. I ran out of the cafeteria crying.
The next day, while I, after work, crawl back into bed and can't get back out until my friends force me to go to the ice cream parlor and buy me ice cream (and I am not kidding when I say force. Lindsey dragged me out of bed. For a tiny person, she's pretty strong), he gets a new girlfriend. ( I am sparing you the whole sob story that happened the night of the break up. Thank me) This causes a whole other soap opera, which I will also spare you from. Thank me again.
So to make a very long story short this happened. He soon breached my trust 5 times more and now we don't talk anymore.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
You Must Be 21 or Older to apply for a position as server, as the serving of alcohol is required.
So, to ease my suffering, and to make you suffer (except for Cherie), here is a Clay video. My favorite in fact. Don't enjoy if you don't want to. I am not in a whiny sort of mood.
Or maybe this is my favorite. Not sure.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
During school, Michael was learning about Saudi Arabia and this was how he dressed up for it. I walked out of my room and after laughing said. "Bubby! You look great!"
He sighed at me, rolled his eyes , and said "I look dumb."
"No you don't. You look great. You're stylin'."
"I look dumb."
Gabri overheard this argument and scolded me.
"Beccckky. Bubby looks DUMB!"
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
That is my kind of ring. That , my friends, is a 2.11 carat engagement ring, set in platinum, that one day must be presented to me, should a not-so-certain someone wish to me walk down an aisle in a flowy white dress into their open arms. Lets just hope that this person has $5488 plus $19.50 in shipping and handling, which is the going rate for the seller of this ring. In the auction, which I was watching on MyEbay, there were no takers. Looks like my future groom isn't aware of my demands yet.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.
"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces.
"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant.
It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.
Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.."
The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"
The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain."
The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.
A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?"
The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."
- Act 2 Finale- Company (Spamalot)
- God's Got an Army- Carman (Revival in The Land)
- No Good Deed- Idina Menzel (Wicked)
- How to Save a Life- The Fray (How to Save a Life)
- Step Up to The Microphone- Newsboys (Shine:The Hits)
- Rubber Meets The Road- Steven Curtis Chapman (Signs of Life)
- Monks Chant/He is Not Dead Yet-Christian Borle, David Hyde Pierce, Hank Azaria, & Ensemble(Spamalot)
- Say Goodbye to Hollywood- Billy Joel (Greatest Hits)
- Favorite Song of All- Phillips, Craig, and Dean (Phillips, Craig and Dean)
- Defying Gravity- Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenowith (Wicked)
- I Believe In A Hill Called Mount Calvary- IBC Praise (At All Times)
- Finale- 1996 Broadway Revival Cast (Once Upon A Mattress)
- Mama- Il Divo (Il Divo)
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
YOU CAN HELP!!
Go to http://2007.bloggies.com and nominate me for best teen weblog! PLEASE!!
You must nominate 3 blogs on a ballot, so nominate yourself as well, or any of the blogs on my sidebar if you don't have any.
Vote for About Abosolutely Nothing and......
Monday, January 01, 2007
"Well, tell him to say sorry."
"Ok, then I will ground him for a year and then should I send him to bed?"
1. From ages 8-9 1/2 I had an imaginary sister. Yes. Sister. Not friend, but sister named Samantha, after the American girl. I was a very lonely (yet spoiled, so it worked out) only child.
2. I watched Blues Clues until I was in fourth grade. No lie. I only stopped because they switched from Steve to Joe. Joe is retarded.
3. I am quite addicted to peppermint. If there is peppermint something within my reach, I will eat it. Other than my Candy Cane candle, that is.
4. I do not claim any of my extended family (past 1 great or 3 times removed) other than Mistie, my 5th cousin 29 times removed. This is because I know that we were quite possibly seperated at birth (although she is 8 years older than me) because we have about the same level of insanity.
5. I hate New Years and Valentines day. So much kissing and mushiness and EEEEWWW!!!
Well, Sis. Jewel tagged all but one person who reads my blog that i know of regularly (that has a blog), so Deana, TAG YOU'RE IT!!
If anyone else wants to join in, leave me a comment to let me know that you have accepted the tag.