tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58461492011-04-21T21:27:34.937-07:00Float Like a Bee; Sting Like a ButterflyAnd Bob's your uncle. (In England that means "And that was that.")Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1081356584994640502004-04-07T09:49:00.000-07:002004-04-07T09:53:31.513-07:00Hey Guys! I was thinking about what MG said in announcements today about the Thursday morning prayer time. I must admit that I've never gone to one before, but I've passed the auditorium before on a Thursday morning to see only a few people sitting and praying. Last year for our before-school breakfast, nearly the whole school showed up. It makes me wonder what I really want. I say that I'm Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1080665891416322502004-03-30T08:58:00.000-08:002004-03-30T09:01:47.606-08:00Hey Guys! What's up. Here's a hyku (I don't actually know how to spell that) about my dear friend who will remain anonymous - so you can guess who it is. I don't really know how to write a haikoo (I'm trying different ways of spelling it) so I'll make up my own way.
Anonymous Person
deep, intellectual, beautiful (that's your clue that it's a girl)
mysteriously fascinating
writing, living, Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1079025695588029922004-03-11T09:21:00.000-08:002004-03-11T09:24:45.436-08:00Typing Personalities
I thought I might analyze the different typing personalities for fun today.
Type #1
The Hunter and Pecker
These people are insecure about themselves. They feel that if they get too comfortable with their surroundings then they will get hurt.
Type #2
The Hunch Typers
These people are too busy to associate themselves with anyone else. They feel that their work is much more Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1076632942526070152004-02-12T16:42:00.000-08:002004-02-12T16:44:54.030-08:00Brittany is being really fun and nice - just in case you got the wrong idea from my last blog.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1076632896141672652004-02-12T16:41:00.000-08:002004-02-12T16:44:07.653-08:00Hey = Eve here. I'm still in Florida, but i'M ready to come home because Brittany yells at me every time i TRY to sing. just kidding = well she does yell at me, but I want to stay in Florida. I miss everybody though, so I think you all should come too. Umm, I'm going to try to witness to whoever i SIT next to on the trip home, so pray for me. The weeks been kinda busy, so I haven't had muchEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1076374855135390712004-02-09T17:00:00.000-08:002004-02-09T17:03:23.043-08:00My friend Amanda has this awesome tea kettle. I love it so much - I wish I had a tea kettle like that! But she gets very embarassed when people talk about it or look at it. I would say more about Amanda's cool tea kettle, but I have to go cause I'm in Florida.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1075916273184963212004-02-04T09:37:00.000-08:002004-02-04T09:40:42.466-08:00The Food I Could Not Possibly Live Without
The food I could not live without is actually a drink. I could not for the life of me think of any food I couldn't do without. There are lots and lots of foods that I love, but I could give them all up - so long as I had........milk. I love milk. Milk makes you healthy; it makes you strong; it tastes good; it's white; it's creamy; it's versatile; andEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-107548664186408752004-01-30T10:17:00.000-08:002004-01-30T19:16:15.390-08:00The newest January Holiday
I believe that this world needs a celebrate a random person day. Each year the calendar makers can get together to elect a new random person. However since I'm the one starting this holiday, I get to pick the first random person. And since the 31st is the only day left in January, that's when this holiday will take place. This year's random person to celebrate will Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1075312368620256852004-01-28T09:52:00.000-08:002004-01-28T09:54:58.936-08:00Have you ever wondered why Dan is so quiet?
Never eager to share his past?
Is he just shy? - Well I sure don't buy it.
The real reason I've found at last.
Dan's history is strange - not like yours or mine,
For there's a wee bit o' magic in his veins.
You may not believe this - and that would be fine
But to tell you I've taken great pains.
Dan's hair is red - this you know well
But you must haveEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1075159559632705962004-01-26T15:25:00.000-08:002004-01-26T18:55:12.466-08:00Just so everyone who read my blog tonight knows, the story about Dan was not true. Dan was hit by a car three times, though. That's pretty interesting, huh?Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1075139576058033202004-01-26T09:52:00.000-08:002004-01-26T09:55:03.640-08:00Today for lunch, I ate my first baby food in about 15 years. It was ok. I don't know if I'll be doing this baby food thing for long. It was grape plum banana flavored. Not to bad - but a bit gooey. Nathan Eikenberry got the part of Harold Hill in the music man! We need to organize a small mob to go see his play. I don't actually know when it is, but I'm sure it will be the social event of Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1075063769307523112004-01-25T12:49:00.000-08:002004-01-25T12:51:35.890-08:00I'm back! Sorry about leaving y'all hanging for a while. Here's day 8: Lick the dew off the leaves before breakfast. I would have done this on Friday, but I didn't even read my book until after breakfast. So I determined to do it on Saturday. Saturday morning I woke up, and went to lick leaves when I discovered that, being in the middle of the winter season, there are no leaves left on Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074791455156494382004-01-22T09:10:00.000-08:002004-01-22T09:12:57.750-08:00Guys - I decided to give up all sweets for a month. That's going to be my way to deny myself. I'd just like you all to know that it's going to be very very tough in about 10 minutes! We have eclaire cake for lunch dessert :-( But seriously, if you have any other suggestions of things for me to give up, please be the first one to blog back on my new BlogBack thing. Dan Wilson just got it for Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074789913796182462004-01-22T08:45:00.000-08:002004-01-22T08:47:15.903-08:00I really want to go on SMITE this year, and we had our first meeting yesterday. We were each given a sheet of paper and told to write down our five favorite things. They told us not to be too serious our answers. I strongly believe that to choose five favorites and not be very serious is impossible. Your favorites change every day! Anyway, this is what my favorites for yesterday were:
1. DonEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074789371644462362004-01-22T08:36:00.000-08:002004-01-22T08:38:13.856-08:00Day 7: Addiction Free Day. I'm not really addicted to anything - at least I don't think I am. But the book said I'm supposed to give up drinking or smoking or drugs for today. I don't drink because it's stupid and God says not to. I don't smoke because it kills you and ruins your testimony for Christ. And I don't do drugs because that's just nasty - among other reasons. The closest I am toEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074703368131493592004-01-21T08:42:00.000-08:002004-01-21T08:44:48.890-08:00Day 6: Write the first sentence of your debut novel. What in the world! These things are so random. Ok, here goes, - the first line of my novel about Will Teat. "Panting desparately for breath, he turned to see the wicked smile; the sloth was gaining on him!"Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074618134084758062004-01-20T09:02:00.000-08:002004-01-20T09:04:14.043-08:00Actually, someone put the sign back on the water fountain, but I also put one on my slightly blond friend Kayla's locker. And I got my friend Adam Johnson to wear one all around today.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074617803106863652004-01-20T08:56:00.000-08:002004-01-20T08:58:42.310-08:00After all the Senior guys figured out the fountain wasn't actually broken, Nick Melsheimer took the sign down. Bummer! I can't keep these signs up.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074617652038233992004-01-20T08:54:00.000-08:002004-01-20T08:56:11.280-08:00This kid, AP, just walked down the hall, took a look at the sign, and used the tiny water fountain! It's working!Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074617551485254042004-01-20T08:52:00.000-08:002004-01-20T08:54:30.750-08:00Here's Day 5: Put an "out of order" sign in a public place. Ok, so first I put one on the guys bathroom at my school, but about 10 minutes later the janitor barged into the room holding the sign and demanding to know what was wrong with the guy's bathroom. So my first attempt was more or less a failure (even though it was kinda funny) So I just put one on the big drinking fountain. First Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074530160775859272004-01-19T08:36:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:37:59.030-08:00Yeah ok - Sorry about not blogging for the past couple of days. Day 4 was: Color code the world according to where you want to go this year, where you've already been, where you want to go someday, and where you never want to go. I decided I never want to go to South America or Australia or Africa (well, maybe Australia) or Antartica or any of those places. I just want to explore all of Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074185976348420142004-01-15T08:59:00.000-08:002004-01-15T09:01:28.653-08:00Oh, and about day 2's project - I didn't see anyone all day that I would marry. Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074185817345660022004-01-15T08:56:00.000-08:002004-01-15T08:58:49.686-08:00Day 3: Today I'm supposed to throw away something that I like. So I threw away my khaki pants that I've had since seventh grade. They still fit me, too. I must have had them for 5 years! And I got them as hand-me-downs from Suzie Overman. They were probably like 10 years old! Okay, so that's what I threw away.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074099985493540882004-01-14T09:06:00.000-08:002004-01-14T09:08:17.200-08:00Day 2: Look at every person as if they could be the one true love of your life and act upon your conclusions.
Okay - here's what I think about this one. I'm thinking that if any of the people I've seen today are the one true love of my life, I'm gonna have a really sad life. But the day's not over. There are still many people to see. So I'll report if I find anyone - lol.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1074050154504927352004-01-13T19:15:00.000-08:002004-01-13T19:17:45.293-08:00Hey, there - It's been quite a while since I wrote anything. I think Amanda Kloeppel is the only one who read my blogs anyway. And if she still does, I'd be amazed. Anyway, if you ever read this, Amanda, let me know that you still read my blog. So anyway, I got this new book for Christmas that is guaranteed to change my life. I will be reporting on my progress. The instructions are: Day 1-Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1070647668710238642003-12-05T10:07:00.000-08:002003-12-05T10:07:59.860-08:00Hey, I've always wanted to be in a parade. Wouldn't that be fun! And no, Mr. Heim, I don't want to join marching band. I'm going to go watch Danielle march in a parade this Sunday, but that's slightly off topic. I've always wanted to be one of those people that waves and sits on a big float all dressed pretty. I think you have to win a pageant to do that or something, but I'm not really intoEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1069347584492365732003-11-20T08:59:00.000-08:002003-11-20T08:59:50.953-08:00These are things that I like:
Squirt guns! (Kelly and I are going to squirt the people who talk coming up from lunch.)
Progressive dinners (and certain persons who plan them, speaking not-so-generally)
BA cheerleaders (but our cheerleaders are still the best!)
Watching movies in History class!
The days when I bring a lunch to school.
Mr Heim
Mrs. Zwolanek
My mom's back massages
Pranking Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1067963878387576202003-11-04T08:37:00.000-08:002003-11-04T08:38:01.150-08:00Kelly Vauters smells!Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1067904727238649742003-11-03T16:12:00.000-08:002003-11-03T16:12:10.156-08:00Does my favorite memory of the year have to be from this school year, or can it be from this year in general?? I'm going to go for my year in general. Although sometimes it seemed like hell, although it was hot enough to be (there was no air conditioning), although I was in pain the whole time, and although I worked my posterior portion off, without a doubt, cheer camp was my favorite memory ofEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1067534210795595532003-10-30T09:16:00.000-08:002003-10-30T09:16:41.256-08:00Everyone needs to check out this blog: www.chiahui.blogspot.com
Write her an e-mail or something. It's a great opportunity!Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1067531882863915182003-10-30T08:38:00.000-08:002003-10-30T08:37:53.616-08:00These are just some things that have made me laugh lately. I'm a helper with the 4's and 5's kids of faith class at my church. Last night was our "harvest party" where all the kids dress up like characters from the Bible. Each little girl would come prancing into the room and exclaim, "I'm Queen Esther!" as if it was the most original idea ever! No joke - we had nearly 7 Esthers. Then today Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066958531718584602003-10-23T18:22:00.000-07:002003-10-23T18:33:15.230-07:00Guys, I am so pumped about tournament tomorrow - you don't even understand! Ahhh! I really should go get some sleep, but I'm too excited. And I don't have to go to school - that's pretty cool too. We play BA first, and that'll be a tough game. They have smart hitters and this black girl that can tip like crazy! Their passers are slow, so we'll have to hit them where it hurts. Put it where Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066864002268933132003-10-22T16:06:00.000-07:002003-10-22T16:06:42.396-07:00As I sit at this computer and wait for church to start, I'm looking down at my clothes. Here I sit in a cheerleading shirt and my bright white cheerleading tennishoes. What in the world am I doing?? I've always made fun of cheerleaders! And I wonder how I ever got myself into this predicament. It's like sin; I kept taking steps in, thinking that I could and would get out whenever I got too Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066754014846601752003-10-21T09:33:00.000-07:002003-10-21T09:33:34.606-07:00Ode To Duck Tape
Duck tape - not dogs - is the best friend of man.
For times of need, always keep it on hand.
Duck tape jewelry is quite the fad;
No matter how ragged, it never looks bad.
Or if your jeans get shabby with holes,
Just patch them back up with a blue colored roll.
Once our junker car was falling apart.
So we all piled in and set off for Walmart.
A simple roll of ducktape did just Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066752341354994112003-10-21T09:05:00.000-07:002003-10-21T09:05:41.520-07:00For halloween Brittany and Amanda and I are going to dress up like cows (Brittany is the farmer) and go trick or treating. But we're going to make them choose if they want a treat or to see a magic trick. Sounds pretty cheesy huh? I don't care, though. Sometimes it's fun to be cheesy.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066401806511821052003-10-17T07:43:00.000-07:002003-10-17T07:43:26.110-07:00On The Importance of the Institution of Marriage to Today's Society.
Marriage is good - God said so. Anything that God says is good is important for society. Now we just have to get everyone else to figure that out.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066233760620857912003-10-15T09:02:00.000-07:002003-10-15T09:02:40.876-07:00I officially declare Brittany Scheiner to be the new co-coordinator of the "Making Junior/Senior beautiful" project.
That girl has the best ideas! Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066233501534415022003-10-15T08:58:00.000-07:002003-10-15T08:58:21.833-07:00My life is sounding so fun right now (other than a large Physics assignment and a Trig. test to take after school). I only have one full day of school this week - and it's a Thursday which means we won't have any homework due. Then on Friday, we leave for the games at 11:30am! My brother and sister are coming home this weekend to watch my last game. They've never ever seen me play volleyball Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066149706248600912003-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:002003-10-14T09:41:45.863-07:00I wrote a poem about the awesome Faith Christian School volleyball team, but I left it at home. So unfortunately, all you hungry desparate readers will have to wait until tomorrow to find out how much I love my volleyball team.Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1066149616659305592003-10-14T09:40:00.000-07:002003-10-14T09:40:16.303-07:00Ok, I just wrote out a whole huge two page blog about Amanda and Eve memories from Cedarville. Then, all of a sudden, I got this curious urge to see if I could make a tagboard from the settings file. Before I realized what I was doing, off I'd gone to search through my settings. In vain, I tried to get back to my unpublished blog, but alack and forsooth, it was no more. All this to say, I Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1065628661422342512003-10-08T08:57:00.000-07:002003-10-08T08:57:41.626-07:00"Happiness is the best cosmetic."
- Karen Duffy
Simply stated, women who smile often are much more beautiful than women who let their faces be blank or frowning. And it's important to smile with your eyes as well; elsewise (that's my second favorite word) you look fakey. Fakey people, like people who wear too much makeup, look plain gross. Be natural; be happy. The endEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1065457580101498022003-10-06T09:26:00.000-07:002003-10-06T09:26:20.043-07:00I've never really been much of a cartoon watcher. Growing up, I greatly preferred Gilligan's Island or the Brady Bunch. However, I still enjoyed the occasional cartoon.
If I had to pick on cartoon that I would want to live in, I have no idea what it would be. Hey Arnold is probably my favorite cartoon, but in Hey Arnold, girls are depicted as evil, scary things. So that wouldn't work out Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1064506873945190612003-09-25T09:21:00.000-07:002003-09-25T09:21:13.940-07:00 One fine day, I was sitting in the lunch room with my eighth grade class buddies. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy, sitting all alone. He was watching me, and for some reason, it scared me. From that moment on, it seemed that everywhere I went at school, he was there too - always watching. I began to hate going to school because I feared him so dreadfully. My friends would see Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1064421536292557312003-09-24T09:38:00.000-07:002003-09-24T09:38:55.960-07:00 "Paralyzed for life" - those are the words no person would ever want to hear. Everyone has heard the stories of those unfortunate people who were permanently maimed in some serious accident; possibly you even know someone in that situation. I am convinced that of all tragedies - losing a loved one, floods, fires, or anything else - for me, to be paralyzed would be the worst fate.
This Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846149.post-1064248444033186642003-09-22T09:34:00.000-07:002003-09-22T09:34:03.893-07:00 The first time I met Suzie Overman I was a little sixth grader, and she was a big, bad eigth grader. Actually, Suzie was neither big nor bad, but she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen! She went to Faith Christian school, the school that I was supposed to attend the next year.
I didn't really like the idea of leaving my comfortable school that I had gone to since first Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06195146757177609404noreply@blogger.com