After two hours waiting around, plus witnessing a garbage truck "on fire" (there was something in the truck on fire, and Dad said the paint was melting), I have my driver's license. Whoopee!!!!!!
Anna's taking me out to lunch once she gets back from Walgreen's. I'm driving and she's paying. :) Several others want to do this with me. Man, it pays to get your license!!
Friday, July 24, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Birthday Greetings
Happy Birthday Dad!!!!!!
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| Some old pictures from the Medieval Feast. Back in 2011... |
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| Julia's so little...Oh, and look there's Dad too! |
Friday, July 17, 2015
Belated Birthday Greetings
Happy 18th Birthday Khyrstyn!!!!!
You mean the world to me. I'm so glad we're friends!
Happy 5th Birthday Liberty!!!!!
I can't believe you're five already! I remember thinking how strange it was that Uncle Nick was going to be a dad... :)
You mean the world to me. I'm so glad we're friends!
Happy 5th Birthday Liberty!!!!!
I can't believe you're five already! I remember thinking how strange it was that Uncle Nick was going to be a dad... :)
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Images
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| The classic game of "roll-the-ball-along-the-floor". |
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| Well-loved classics. |
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| I'm writing an essay on themes in all three books. I haven't written one word yet. :/ |
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| Joseph saw me taking picture of the books and said, "Take a picture of me!" |
Plus, a picture of Katherine and me celebrating before we left for Worldview. Camp was awesome again, and it was so much fun to have Katherine be there with me!
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Delightfully Cozy Quotes
About a month ago, I was reading the Betsy-Tacy Series. (Delightfully cozy books, I must say...) There were a few quotes that I had to write down because I loved them so much. I thought about sharing them then, but I just didn't get to it.
"Tony didn't answer and her words lingered in the air as words do sometimes, taking on undue significance by reason of the fact that they are left suspended."
"Miss Cobb struck a note and said, as she had said in previous years to Julia and Betsy, "This is Middle C." Betsy liked that. She always liked things to go on as they had gone before."
~Betsy and Joe by Maud Hart Lovelace.
"Tony didn't answer and her words lingered in the air as words do sometimes, taking on undue significance by reason of the fact that they are left suspended."
"Miss Cobb struck a note and said, as she had said in previous years to Julia and Betsy, "This is Middle C." Betsy liked that. She always liked things to go on as they had gone before."
~Betsy and Joe by Maud Hart Lovelace.
A Confession
From the pages of my journal:
~March 10, 2015~
I learned a valuable lesson today. Frozen cream-cheese frosting tastes terrible. You wouldn't think it would, but it's kind of gummy and definitely nasty. I wouldn't be saying this except for the fact that I want to remember this lesson, but I can't tell anyone about it. No one knows that I ate frozen cream cheese frosting today. And they can't find out. Because this frosting was on a piece of apple cake that was in my carb stash in the freezer. I'm still not supposed to have carbs, but I've been having some. [...] That's no secret. Believe me, if you're supposed to be on a strict diet in my house, people watch what you're eating. "Hey, you're not supposed to have that!" My siblings are worse than my parents. But if they all knew that the carbs around the house that I've been "sneaking" wasn't enough for me...and that I'm eating out of my freezer stash that I've been saving for when I can "officially" have carbs again... [...] My stash is dwindling, guys. Of course, there are certain things that will be in there until the "official" date, because it's pretty hard (and messy) to sneak cake/pudding/stuff, ice cream dessert, or berry cobbler into your pocket [...]. But, cookies, brownies, and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and yes, the occasional slice of apple cake with disgusting frosting (it was wrapped in plastic wrap, which was how I managed the no mess thing), not so difficult. And that is how I learned to stay away from frozen cream-cheese frosting. Blech!
~March 10, 2015~
I learned a valuable lesson today. Frozen cream-cheese frosting tastes terrible. You wouldn't think it would, but it's kind of gummy and definitely nasty. I wouldn't be saying this except for the fact that I want to remember this lesson, but I can't tell anyone about it. No one knows that I ate frozen cream cheese frosting today. And they can't find out. Because this frosting was on a piece of apple cake that was in my carb stash in the freezer. I'm still not supposed to have carbs, but I've been having some. [...] That's no secret. Believe me, if you're supposed to be on a strict diet in my house, people watch what you're eating. "Hey, you're not supposed to have that!" My siblings are worse than my parents. But if they all knew that the carbs around the house that I've been "sneaking" wasn't enough for me...and that I'm eating out of my freezer stash that I've been saving for when I can "officially" have carbs again... [...] My stash is dwindling, guys. Of course, there are certain things that will be in there until the "official" date, because it's pretty hard (and messy) to sneak cake/pudding/stuff, ice cream dessert, or berry cobbler into your pocket [...]. But, cookies, brownies, and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and yes, the occasional slice of apple cake with disgusting frosting (it was wrapped in plastic wrap, which was how I managed the no mess thing), not so difficult. And that is how I learned to stay away from frozen cream-cheese frosting. Blech!
About Stories (By My 12-Year-Old Self)
Today I have a special guest post to share with us, from my 12-year-old self. I read this a few weeks ago from one of my old journals and it reminded me so much of my I Live For Stories post a few months ago (?!?! Wait, March?! No way! I'm losing 2015...it's slipping through my fingers...), that I had to share it with all of you. Or just because I felt like it. Whatevs.
I'm repeating this word for word, comma for comma, exclamation point for exclamation point. Even at the end. Yes, I wrote that many exclamation points in my journal. 42, to be exact. You don't have to count them. Oh, and I couldn't help adding some notes to the end of it...
~August 27, 2009~
Alas, today I have finished the last books of two beloved series', Anne of Green Gables- (8 books) and Elsie Dinsmore (Travilla)- (28 books)1 I feel as if I've accomplished something, but the stories have ended, there is no more. I can imagine more to the stories, but it is not the same. I shall miss all the characters dreadfully, among my favorites, Opiniated Susan, of Anne of Green Gables, and lively tempered, Lucilla, from Elsie. I don't think I can express in words how sorry I am to leave them. I may go back, and live with them again, but, Alas!2, the story will always end in the same place.
I'm sort of heartbroken.3 The stories end just as if there was another book but Oh! there isn't. The stories could have just gone on and on but, Alas! every story must end.
My life is a story too and someday here on this earth, my story, as others, will end. But in heaven it will go on forever, it will never end, and I shall never cease to praise my heavenly father. Oh! I cannot wait until then, when I will be carried away to my rightful home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm repeating this word for word, comma for comma, exclamation point for exclamation point. Even at the end. Yes, I wrote that many exclamation points in my journal. 42, to be exact. You don't have to count them. Oh, and I couldn't help adding some notes to the end of it...
~August 27, 2009~
Alas, today I have finished the last books of two beloved series', Anne of Green Gables- (8 books) and Elsie Dinsmore (Travilla)- (28 books)1 I feel as if I've accomplished something, but the stories have ended, there is no more. I can imagine more to the stories, but it is not the same. I shall miss all the characters dreadfully, among my favorites, Opiniated Susan, of Anne of Green Gables, and lively tempered, Lucilla, from Elsie. I don't think I can express in words how sorry I am to leave them. I may go back, and live with them again, but, Alas!2, the story will always end in the same place.
I'm sort of heartbroken.3 The stories end just as if there was another book but Oh! there isn't. The stories could have just gone on and on but, Alas! every story must end.
My life is a story too and someday here on this earth, my story, as others, will end. But in heaven it will go on forever, it will never end, and I shall never cease to praise my heavenly father. Oh! I cannot wait until then, when I will be carried away to my rightful home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1Where's the period for that sentence? Even my 12-year-old self should know better...
2I must have really liked the word "alas!". I used it three times.
3Is that a real thing? How can one be "sort of" heartbroken? Is that like "mostly dead"?
I think I'm enjoying making fun of my younger self a little too much. I shall have to do it again sometime. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (That's four exclamation points. Count 'em.)
An Open Letter
July 11, 2015
My Dear Blog,
I wanted-I needed-to write you a letter and tell you how I feel. I'm sorry, so dreadfully sorry for the way I've been treating you these past few months. I've let things come between us. Things like wasting time on Pinterest, taking naps (I was tired, but...I don't think that the best excuse ever), reading millions of books, playing with my siblings, investing in other relationships, and perhaps worst of all, writing in my journal. I apologize. I wish I could make you understand how sorry I am. It was wrong of me. I took you for granted. I didn't consider your feelings as much as I should have. Especially after what I said in that post celebrating your 5th birthday and about how I felt about you, it was unusually cruel. (Besides the fact that it was nearly a month late!) After all that I've done, I can only beg and plead you to forgive me.
I'm aware that this will probably happen again. There will be times when our relationship is strained. Times where we don't spend a lot of time together. Times where I will put other things first. And I want you to know that even if, even when, that happens, I will always love you. There will always be a place in my heart for you, my dear blog.
Ever yours, through thick and thin,
Rebekah Evelyn White
P.S. And now that I think about it, I believe I owe a letter to my knitting as well...
P.P.S Please don't judge me for writing this at such a late (early?) hour. I could suppress my feelings no longer.
My Dear Blog,
I wanted-I needed-to write you a letter and tell you how I feel. I'm sorry, so dreadfully sorry for the way I've been treating you these past few months. I've let things come between us. Things like wasting time on Pinterest, taking naps (I was tired, but...I don't think that the best excuse ever), reading millions of books, playing with my siblings, investing in other relationships, and perhaps worst of all, writing in my journal. I apologize. I wish I could make you understand how sorry I am. It was wrong of me. I took you for granted. I didn't consider your feelings as much as I should have. Especially after what I said in that post celebrating your 5th birthday and about how I felt about you, it was unusually cruel. (Besides the fact that it was nearly a month late!) After all that I've done, I can only beg and plead you to forgive me.
I'm aware that this will probably happen again. There will be times when our relationship is strained. Times where we don't spend a lot of time together. Times where I will put other things first. And I want you to know that even if, even when, that happens, I will always love you. There will always be a place in my heart for you, my dear blog.
Ever yours, through thick and thin,
Rebekah Evelyn White
P.S. And now that I think about it, I believe I owe a letter to my knitting as well...
P.P.S Please don't judge me for writing this at such a late (early?) hour. I could suppress my feelings no longer.
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