As Christians, our lives are not ours. Our time is not ours. My time is not mine.
Lately, I have felt a call on my heart to devote the time that I spend blogging to God. That may mean volunteering or just studying the word, or praying, but I know that I am finished with blogger.
I would also encourage you to take a look at the time that you spend blogging, or looking at blogs and see if you can put it to better use.
So, as a set-in-iron resolution this year is to not blog. It is kind of an odd resolution, but I am going to stick to it.
New videos that Bracie and I make will be on Bracie's blog. The two posts below are some of my best videos and posts. I hope you enjoy them!
2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.
I have the time that I spend blogging. I can spend it 'abounding in good works' and by God's grace I will try it this year.
Remember everyone: April 22 is talk like Shakespeare day
December 8 is Act like a Time Traveler day
September 19th is Talk like a Pirate Day
December 5 is day of the ninja
August 8 is sneak some zucchinis on your neighbors porch.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
As Christians, our lives are not ours. Our time is not ours. My time is not mine.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Habitat. The word conotates a natural home, a perfect environment, the right place, a sense of belonging. Today, when I went out to feed the pets, I was unnerved to discover clucking coming from the horses' stalls. We own four chickens, and I found two inside.
Hm. 4-2=2. I trotted over to the chicken coop/run to see if the others were already inside.
I discovered a little more than I bargained for. Trapped in the tiny coop was my beautiful horse! He was caught, held inside by my two evil chickens, who would flap their wings every time he attempted to get out.
Eventually, I got the poor dear out, but the event made me laugh: I found the chickens in the horse stall, and the horse in the chicken coop.
I never would have guessed that in the scenario: horse vs. chicken, chicken would come out on top!
Help! I need a name for a male villain.
He is very, very awesome. He just doesn't have a name. =(
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tonight, Ophelia (me!) neglected to defrost the chicken need for the night's dinner. (Wait, did I say that was me? heheh.) Consequently, there was no dinner. Therefore, her Mom made an executive decision to order pizza. Can you imagine the reaction?
Bracie, Gabby (who happened to be over) and Ophelia crept to a corner and feverishly began to whisper. Conspiratorial grins snuck over their faces, and Ophelia rubbed her fingers together.
Gabby's eyes gleamed. "Something must be done!"
"Singing!" Bracie hissed.
Ophelia cackled. "We should sing sppspspspspspspsps [insert movie-ish whispers here] and then spspspspspspppsppppspspppstchhhhhh? [etc.]"
"What?" Bracie said, and Ophelia abandoned whispering and switched to giggling.
"We should sing Time to Say Goodbye!!!" Ophelia said.
Bracie countered her. "No! We should sing When You Say You Love Me!"
Gabrielle asked, "But what if it's a pizza delivery girl?
Bracie shot her a withering look. "Then we sing Happy Birthday."
"I am all for singing When You Say You Love Me- as long as we make it obvious that we are singing to the pizza."
When the eagerly anticipated knock came, we crowded around the door. After commencing such details, as... paying... we burst into operatic song. Our voices rose, melodious (well, more or less,) and enthusiastic (to say the least.)
The look on his face? Priceless. As he walked away, rather quickly (for some odd reason), we switched songs.
Time toooooooooo say goooooooodbye!!!!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Torvill and Dean. Because today it snowed. And then it melted.
It left me in a wintry mood, so I had to post this quintessential ice dance.
puffed by The Reluctant Dragon at 10:40 AM
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Because, as I heard in an impromptu speech at club today, bells are important.
Bell choirs, yes or no?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
And by erg, I mean ahrg, to those of you who speak pirate rather than English.
I didn't maliciously stop following your blog. My following box just POOF! ceased to be filled with all the marvelous blogs that I usually visit. I guess I followed one too many or something?
Anybody know how to fix this?
Update: Nevermind! It magically started working. I am sure you can imagine my grin.
Ahem. Following this announcement, let it hereby be known that the author of this blog, (in name, Ophelia. [But I'm sure you all knew that.]) is taking the following weeks off of blogging to do the following:
Making utterly ridiculous (and hopefully delightful) movies.
Writing dramatic and tragic short stories. Okay, so maybe there'll be a couple slightly humorous ones.
Polishing her school work
Reading the Grapes of Wrath
Riding her lovely horses through the snow
Romping with her magnificent (and maybe smelly) doggies through the mud
Caroling until someone throws tomatoes
Stuffing her face with holiday baked goods
Wishing random persons a Merry Christmas
Putting together presents
Slapping together strange and mysterious and likely awe striking Christmas crafts for her siblings to do
And altogether banging people on the head with Christmas cheer until they join her or perish.
This isn't to say she will not post. Hopefully that will happen. Hopefully. But rather to state that Christmas is taking precedence over the internet, which is right and good and proper.
puffed by The Reluctant Dragon at 7:48 PM
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Procrastinators unite! ...some time later.
I already have several ideas up my sleeve, but does anyone have extra ideas on how to soak a pizza person without harming the pizza? (Hehe! You have got to love my priorities.)
Friday, December 4, 2009
If you establish pizza as your dinner, you establish it as a goal, yes?
Which is alright. If you don't let it deprive you of interesting detours. Any experienced mischief maker will tell you that pranks are (at the very least) interesting detours.
So cometh a series of posts. I call "101 ways to make life miserable, Oops! I mean interesting, for pizza boys." By writing this series, I hope to provide some excitement in dreary routine. I promise to fill your mind with some delightful ideas which can be practised on your local pizza person.
Let's establish that by pizza boy, I mean the-person-who-shows-up-at-the-door-bearing-Italian-bread-circles-topped-with-tomato-sauce-and-other-such-deliciousness, be they man, woman, boy, or girl.
The inspiration for this fantastic scheme was provided when, two days ago, we ordered out for pizza and the world's Most Boring Pizza Dude in the history of the universe delivered the food.
Bracie, Gabby, and I looked long and hard at each other and decided that something had to change. Break the monotony! Salvage these humans from dullness! Provided a spark of hilarity!
You. Be the change. When I post Pizza Pranks, dare to detour! Hurrah! Huzzah! And all that.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The forces of nature and the principles of science have been conspiring against me.
It's true. They are malignant, always seeking to bring me down. Why? I don't know. Go ask a hurricance. But, every morning for the past week, they have sought to keep me from waking up at a decent time. I want to get up at seven. It is an apt time, because much earlier, and I won't get up at all. *blushes* Yes, it is too true: I am sadly um, sad, when it comes to getting up. The malicious forces of nature and principles of science know this, and are using it to my disadvantage.
How? It's all a matter of alarm clocks. Through a startling discovery I made in the past couple days, I now know what the lowest point of gravity is on an alarm clock.
In researching the subject, I found this poignant quote: "“Gravity is a myth, the Earth stinks."
First of all, that quote can't be true, because, well, people in Australia aren't falling off the side of the earth. Secondly and more importantly, it is true because my alarm clock doesn't wake me up at 7 in the morning. It wakes me up at the lowest point of gravity. 6.
Yesterday, (at 6 a.m., I might add) I found that the spring which holds the alarm in place on my analog clock is broken. Don't even think of that! It was gravity's fault, not mine! It broke when it fell, and the world fell determines that gravity was involved.
So every morning, the alarm sets itself to six and wakes me up too early, which in turn causes me to fall back asleep, which in turn causes me to wake up at eight, not seven, which in turn causes me to miss my morning run, which in turn causes me to not be tired at ten p.m. when I'm supposed to be going to bed!
In conclusion, alarm clocks are ruining my life. I am now protesting gravity.
(And in case you know me, yes, this is the clock that I got from Z at a white elephant gift exchange two Christmasses ago.)
Monday, November 30, 2009
NonNaNo: Lately, I've been feeling so lost and alone. My soul is woeful
NaNo: [Mutters] Absolutely clackety-click. Forty-seven thousand, three hundred sixty three.
NonNaNo: My heart is so heavy! It seems as though I have no where to turn. Except for you. We haven't talked much this past month, and I miss our heart to heart conversations.
NaNo: Absolutely. [feverishly] Forty-seven thousand, three hundred seventy two.
NonNaNo: They improve my outlook so much! So, what's your advice for me?
NaNo: Absolutely. Without a doubt.
NonNaNo: Are you even listening to me? Life is so empty! No one cares about me.
NaNo: [in a preoccupied manner] Absolutely.
NonNaNo: Uhg! The anguish! What shall I do?
NaNo: If you were an elf being chased by a Minotaur, and you were about to fall off a cliff, what would you do? I need help. I'm stuck in my story? What shall I do? I have four thousand words to write. Help!
NonNaNo: [draws up from the floor on which she had been sobbing] Absolutely.
Today is the day. Today is the time. Today is the day that all you poor NaNoWriMo ers desparately scramble to scratch out those last three thousand words. We NonNaNoers, let us take a universal moment of silence to pity those souls.
Perhaps not, let's rejoice! Family of NaNo ers, let's unanimously throw metaphysical hats in the air. Huzzah! After today, our siblings/relatives will return to us! Gone will be the days of lonely contemplation as my beloved sister types and clacks away at the old keyboard.
Tomorrow we celebrate the return of the authors!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Ready? Huh? Huh? Huh? How 'bout now? Now? NOW?
Can you tell that I am EAGERLY anticipating Christmas? The following are several comics that resonate beautifully with my frame of mind this season of joy, festivity, etc. etc.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
I AM LISTENING TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just had to let y'all know. Usually, we wait until atfter Thanksgiving, but I couldn't resist. =D
Do you think that Thanksgiving will slowly become forgotton because it's not a very marketable holiday?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
At speech tournaments, we are all required to wear professional... wear. You know, suits and sweaters and pencil skirts and that sort of thing. The type of garment that induces everyone to suppose you are older than you really are. The sort of clothing that, combined with a brisk walk, sends everyone running out of your way, because you look like you have somewhere to be, some deadline to fill, something IMPORTANT to be doing. Professional wear.
Anyhow, as I sat waiting outside of my Apologetics room, I overheard a interesting conversation. A young man woefully said,
"It's not fair. Girls don't have to worry about keeping their shirts tucked in all the time."
"No kidding!" his friend responded. "Plus they don't have to wear ties."
HA! If only they knew. HA! Why? Because girls are supposed to wear hose to be professional. And you can't get much worse than that. Ties and tucked in shirts don't even compare.
Wincing from the pain from my Very Professional, Very Uncomfortable high heels, I turned back to my apologetics box and said nothing.
Hehe! I can't believe I typed out the word: hose! Don't tell anybody. =D
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I have sore feet. From walking around in high heels for a day...
I have chapped lips. From talking way too much...
I have incredibly messy hair. Good thing that's not on the ballot.
puffed by The Reluctant Dragon at 9:09 PM
"Of course, people are silly to worry. Just because one of of every four boats hits an iceberg, it doesn't mean that we will." ~Dick Winters, Drama on the High Seas. (Bracie and my interpretation piece.)
Today is a Round Robin speech tournament. AAAAAhhhh!
This will be interesting. I suppose tomorrow I'll have lots of hilarious messups to write about. That's a rather disturbing thought.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
3. Elsie Dimsnore from Elsie Dinsmore. (Prepare yourselves for some Elsie-bashing, people.)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A cream pie hitting you in the face!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
This is the only version of Paul Balouche/Brenton Brown's Glorious I could find on youtube. I love this song! It was really cool to be able to see both writers perform this song separately and see their different takes on the same song.
Last night, we also got to see Newworldson which was crazy awesome. I was really surprised by how much I enjoyed the performance. Here's one of the songs we got to hear:
Concerts are so amazing, amazing, amazing.
Comment tag (If you read this, you've gotta comment) : Who performed at the last concert you went to?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
This weekend, I am attending a musician's worship conference-ish thingy. It's amazing, but the days are long! So hang in there while I'm gone!
For me it's been an excellent time of worship, despite the fact that I can't sing because I don't have a voice.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
He is insanely awesome, to put it into verbal terms.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Last night I awoke from Deep and Relaxing Sleep. In, fact, I was rather pleased with myself at having got up some fifteen minutes or so before the old alarm sounded the cry. Now, self-satisfaction is hardly ever an acceptable emotion, but it is capital motivation when it comes to getting up early.
There's nothing like sitting around with a group of kids at some function or another and after listening to so-and-so say, "I got up at 6:00" and after hearing what's-his-name say, "I got up at 5:45," have the ability to announce, "Well! I've been up since 4:00!"
Of course, the triumph is a small reward for having to get up at four.
Anyway, on this particular instance, I got up, yawned, stretched and what-not. I jumped out of my pjs and into a pair of clean clothes. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.
Why is this the least bit interesting? Read on.
While scrubbing away at the pearly whites, I glanced out the window at the dark horizon. It was a very literal dark horizon. Odd. It's usually lighter than this at 6:30. However, I brushed the thought away with recollections of the recent daylight savings.
Then I noticed that my entire family was already up. And it's not exactly common for my siblings to be up at 6:30, especially if it's dark.
Then, I noticed that the dinner dishes were still on the table.
Then, I noticed that my dear mother and father weren't back yet from the dinner they had gone to the night before.
Then, I noticed it was still yesterday. I don't think I'll ever take another nap. They are way too confusing.
Yeah, I think I'll step right in the shoes of Einstein.
puffed by The Reluctant Dragon at 9:58 PM
Friday, November 6, 2009
I love this video. It is epic.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”~C.S. Lewis.
Argh! Yes! Brisingr was not long enough! Such a good series! However, I was a little disappointed with the lack of a climax. = ( I was waiting for the climax, waiting, waiting...
And then the book just ended. But I enjoyed it nonetheless.
Here's another excellent quote by C.S. Lewis:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
He is such a wise man.
So, per request of Libby, Peach, and Kei, I am posting these videos.
Do not feel obligated to watch it. You probably won't be amused.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Here is a hilarious, indispensible quote from William Somerset Maugham:
(It made me burst out in giggles, [yes, giggles mind you] when I first read it)
Is that hysterically, tragically true? Boy, do I know it. I am in the process of creating a villain (not for NaNo, for school!) and I have decided to make him as interesting as the main character. Huh. Easier said than done.
Anyway, here's some inspiration for you writers:
I am convinced that most bloggers decrease posting by half in November, if they are doing NaNo. Not that I blame them or anything.
Here's to NaNo-ers! Best wishes to you and have fun writing. I hope your eye's don't dry out from staring at the computer screen!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
You know what are really, really, weird?
puffed by The Reluctant Dragon at 8:21 PM
Monday, October 26, 2009
Today, I sat down at the computer and realized...
That I have been blogging for over a year. It was rather startling.
And I realized that this is only my 250th post. Hmmm...
That doesn't come out quite right. Ah well.
Anyway, I have put up a poll.
My current vocabularily word is SUBLIMATE.
The official definition is:
sublimate (sub' le mait) [limen
To turn aside an instintual, perhaps primitive impulse in favor of a more socially or culturally acceptable activity.
However, I have redefined the word. Here's what it now means:
To suppress the desire to squeeze a brand new tube of toothpaste in the middle. To chose to not eat the first bite out of every apple. Deciding not to hurl the chair you just stubbed your toe on half-way across the room.
In a sense, sublimate means, "Don't anything Ramona Quimby would do."
Sublimating is choosing not to throw the Murder in the Cathedral commentary at the librarian's head because it's the commentary and not the actual play. It means to not bang the keyboard in frustration when the computer deletes the resource page that you've been collecting for the last hour.
Yup. It's been a great Monday.
Enough complaining. You know what I need to do? I need to go write a story about a character who attracts misfortune. Right now. Then, if I can make enough horrid things happen to them, then I will feel better.
After all, didn't Jonathon Swift say, "Nothing is bigger or smaller except by comparision."? So by comparison with this story I am going to write, my little troubles will melt away like, um, er, uh, butter?
Here's a song for you all:
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Two poems too exhilarating to not share:
And what eye hath e'er seen such a sweet Maiden Queen,
As Marian, the pride of the forester's green?
A sweet garden-flower, she blooms in the bower,
Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been:
We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty:
We will live, we will die, by our sweet Maiden queen. Thomas Love Peacock
"A bonny fine maid of noble degree,
Maid Marian called by name,
Did live in the north, of excellent worth,
For she was a gallant dame.
For favour, and face, and beauty most rare,
Queen Helen she did excel;
For Marian then was praised of all men
That did in the country dwell." ~I actually don't know who wrote that. Sorry...
The following are just Marian-ish photos. Thank you Kei!
Photo credit: All of the blurry ones were taken by Bracie (don't worry, she'll readily admit to that. It's all our camera's fault.) and all of the nice ones were taken by Kei.