tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55455471838656406102024-03-12T22:45:41.515-04:00 Growing up Victoria A Christian teen girl's adventurous journey trying to grow up the right way. Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-62098138765732277112015-05-13T09:12:00.001-04:002015-05-13T09:12:31.024-04:00Thought it as a teenHello! Long time since I posted here, but I decided to start a new blog of my own with my own account. I would love it if you would go check it out. :) <div>
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I started this blog to write about the teenage view of Christian and daily issues with love, friends, school etc. And for teens like me to be able to share their own stories through. </div>
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Thanks for fallowing Growing Up Victoria, but now I will be more focused on the other blog for now. </div>
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So come see me over there. </div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-5158954560319946872014-09-07T19:24:00.000-04:002014-09-07T19:38:09.710-04:00Sophomore!? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGotM6qiinxO-gb3mK2a7Xouq87irwO0D4R4rArlsJEvkrFkch-fIWn6Qy61dNiXMn_AK03OHRTTciU-NeozzofSYK628xPHwS5Fru3JeN4ZjWMfh8TXvpfx_s9NytGTw_qKGfjTOaUbED/s1600/10th+grade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGotM6qiinxO-gb3mK2a7Xouq87irwO0D4R4rArlsJEvkrFkch-fIWn6Qy61dNiXMn_AK03OHRTTciU-NeozzofSYK628xPHwS5Fru3JeN4ZjWMfh8TXvpfx_s9NytGTw_qKGfjTOaUbED/s1600/10th+grade.jpg" height="148" width="200" /></a>Yep. That's me. Victoria, the sophomore. Seems a little crazy that I am in high school, much less my second year of high school! Last year I started high school a month after my family and I moved so there wasn't much extra time to ponder the thought of being in high school, advancing to such a high level of school, what it would be like, or really anything.<br />
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My parents are still homeschooling me for high school which I am greatly thankful for. I think it would be extremely hard for me to start public school after being homeschooled for so long, much less public high school!<br />
This year I am going to a co-op called SAIL. A lot of kids in my new youth group are going(or have gone) there. I think I am going to really like it, I loved the extended session of Biology I went to about two weeks ago. I am taking a self defense class, a two hour Biology class, and in the spring semester I am going to take a cooking class.<br />
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I thought high school would be hard and scary. But I actually like it, and what's worth doing that doesn't require hard work?<br />
I try and give my school work my best(I like school.....most of the time), I slacked off towards the end of my freshman year because I was so done with school, I just wanted it to be summer. I had a really big work load, and I was a bit overwhelmed. But it shouldn't be like that this year.<br />
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High school prompts the thought of where you want to be when you're older, who you want to become, what you want to accomplish. Those thoughts scared me at first, but when I really thought about it, <i>I do know what I wanted to do, and I think God wants me to do it too.</i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to be an author.</span> I used to tell people I wanted to be a writer. It took me a long time to realize I am a writer and I will always be. Becoming an author is my goal in life. One of them anyway.<br />
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I am excited to be starting my first day of 10th grade tomorrow!<br />
So this is me, saying hello to all my readers, I'm back to blogging. I hope you'll read more,<br />
I am hoping to post 2 or 3 blog posts a week. We'll see how that goes.<br />
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Victoria ;)Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-88325872707793284522014-05-01T14:25:00.001-04:002014-05-01T14:25:35.172-04:00I didn't quit.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Xmoy7jzFjrz369HYJ_n6EGx3vFtkYE2dN2kD58a-Vkpj2rOvZsmU6JfsRx9-G_TP576cHKNZKIr2vWEkyd_oJnZUYho4NMvro8yaRwPcAZmQKTdCW0AWIc8Z59lYmQTJnS2OdrmZaU7p/s1600/z14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Xmoy7jzFjrz369HYJ_n6EGx3vFtkYE2dN2kD58a-Vkpj2rOvZsmU6JfsRx9-G_TP576cHKNZKIr2vWEkyd_oJnZUYho4NMvro8yaRwPcAZmQKTdCW0AWIc8Z59lYmQTJnS2OdrmZaU7p/s1600/z14.jpg" height="160" width="320" /></a>I know I missed a few days of posting. I know I posted my Z post one day late. . .but I didn't quit.<br />
I kept going even though it was hard with all the other stuff I do.<br />
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So i'm going to say I am a April Blog Challenge survivor for 2014.<br />
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The way I see it you don't fail unless you quit or don't do your best. I did my best. And I really hope you enjoyed reading my blog posts this April. . .more will fallow.<br />
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Which post was your favorite from this past April? Comment and tell me. I love to hear from people. =)<br />
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Thanks for reading, and congrats to all my fellow a-z bloggers!<br />
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Victoria. . .Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-61169421326829686292014-05-01T14:18:00.001-04:002014-05-01T14:18:15.641-04:00Zapped!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UP09k8Ud342SUi44hDDd9xAXIcVbUkC1BqR4AjeRGCEU_686-Gwi-5tE8Z9Df_-JHCKqRVy_OtIrWuKR9T0URWG2rTGIfRHa0L5MC_euIIdBAGravbowqUMEz0iU3FzyRr8gaKaSlm6O/s1600/Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UP09k8Ud342SUi44hDDd9xAXIcVbUkC1BqR4AjeRGCEU_686-Gwi-5tE8Z9Df_-JHCKqRVy_OtIrWuKR9T0URWG2rTGIfRHa0L5MC_euIIdBAGravbowqUMEz0iU3FzyRr8gaKaSlm6O/s1600/Z.jpg" /></a>Over the last couple months you could say God zapped me with a few reason of why he wanted me to move. The simplest one being "I want you to be here."<br />
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God zaps truth, reason, or responsibility in to all of us at some point. He zaps us with truth, hope, life, and love.<br />
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You and I will never always know God's plan, the reason for it, and the result of it.<br />
Trust. You have to trust that God zaps you when he needs you to be zapped.<br />
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You have to believe the truth and wonder behind God's plans.<br />
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He is God, and he has a plan to zap in to you =)<br />
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<b>Thanks for reading.</b><br />
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Victoria. . .<br />
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The fist few months we travels to our old church every other week, but gradually I began to realize important friends had left and the others didn't notice me anymore. . they had gone on without me. And I still hadn't gone on without them, that hurt more than not having any friends at all!<br />
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So after we stopped going to our old church and found a new one I desperately tried to get into to the youth events there, but I seemed to miss my chance every time I tried.<br />
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A little under a month ago my mom contacted the youth pastor at our new to church to get any info she could about them, things I could get involved in and go to etc.<br />
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Well God had answered my prayer, that Friday I went to one of the best youth events ever! <br />
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As you can imagine I was nervous beyond belief when I got there, but I talked to really nice small group leader, and as I was talking to her a guy came up and asked me if I had said I used to live in Frederick MD, turns out he lived there too and now lives only a few miles from my house on five acres also, we had a lot of things in common due to the fact that we were both homeschooled and lived in the same city and state, we talked for awhile and then the lady I talked to when I first go there introduced me to her small group. I really hit it off with them and enjoyed a really great night with teens around my own age.<br />
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Looking at it now I think God wanted me to meet those people at that time. That night was a blessing for me.<br />
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Thanks to all who made me feel welcome, I really felt like part of your group that night! It was so fun!<br />
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Victoria. . .Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-15458128167774518662014-04-29T16:52:00.000-04:002014-04-29T16:52:11.936-04:00X-LifeIn the course of seven months I have adjusted to my new life, my new view of things that used to be important.<div>
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I see things differently than I did before. The small things I though were important aren't important anymore. A lot of my hopes, dreams, and feelings stayed the same because I am still the same person I was, just a little different. But I figured out <b>change changes you</b>, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot! </div>
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In my X-life I lived in the city, went places, did stuff, saw people at really fast pace. For some reason it seemed you always had to move fast. Now I don't ;)</div>
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There are things and people I miss A LOT from my X-life, but those people will NEVER be X-friends because I moved. A good friendship lasts forever, and as for X-things. . .you move on or find them where you are.</div>
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So tip for anyone facing change: The sooner you loosen your grip on the things(not the people, keep them) of your X-life the sooner you will connect with your current life and it's promises =)</div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-35463306499732623242014-04-26T19:52:00.002-04:002014-04-26T19:52:27.862-04:00Woods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Aq-7_AH7eqrXKPyaHJrIUyDzD7vIy6WmLlbmoABt_kwp2xtlUnkn8uPLNm62EFt755xZ1bwTAGTBSsS5-26H4QhCh-LKVDAiCZDTZ36xl-aqGcKZTbZ1t99u2BERteW2IFbvVoEoc62c/s1600/woods1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Aq-7_AH7eqrXKPyaHJrIUyDzD7vIy6WmLlbmoABt_kwp2xtlUnkn8uPLNm62EFt755xZ1bwTAGTBSsS5-26H4QhCh-LKVDAiCZDTZ36xl-aqGcKZTbZ1t99u2BERteW2IFbvVoEoc62c/s1600/woods1.jpg" /></a>Now that I live within a few hundred yards of my own little forest I have discovered how much fun woods can be to explore and hunt through.<br />
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Woods are kind of magical, if you stand deep enough in to the woods you can't see anything but trees, all you hear is the sounds of of nature and the occasional scuffle that scares you out of your wits!<br />
It seems so much drama can be born in woods, books and movies are examples.<br />
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I find woods fun to hike through and picture large tree houses or a wooded scene from a book I<br />
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Woods are relaxing and peaceful. We have a little stream in our woods, and if you listen you can hear the quiet gurgling of the fresh water going over a tiny version of a waterfall.<br />
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I love my woods =)<br />
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Victoria. . .Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-28489704668280927472014-04-25T19:10:00.001-04:002014-04-25T19:16:01.615-04:00Virginia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In VA you can get your learners permit when you are fifteen and nine months.<br />
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65% of VA is covered by forests<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">The first peanuts grown in the United States were grown in Virginia.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">The states of Kentucky & West Virginia were formed from sections of the state of Virginia</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">The first Thanksgiving in North America was held in Virginia in 1619.</span><br />
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Life was dull and boring. I felt like I was always doing the same thing, never anything new.<br />
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I was unplugged from teenage social life, and I did not like it. Who would?<br />
I kept on thinking that God had made things the way they were for a reason, and all I could do was pray and jump when opportunity knocked.<br />
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About three weeks ago there was a knock. I answered, and actually made some friends!<br />
The knock was a youth event at our new church! I got there and talked to a really nice small group leader, I meat a guy who used to be from Frederick MD too, and he also lives only a few miles up the road from me, and I was introduced to a small group and got to hang out with them for the whole youth event. It was the most fun I had in a long time. God truly blessed me that night.<br />
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So this is me me telling you I am no longer unplugged. . . I am being plugged in (locally!)<br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-85783806328959341872014-04-23T19:11:00.002-04:002014-04-23T19:11:41.123-04:00Trampolines <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyi5Nk81phjJ4_lRRe-XQsEp9gmMMSkf7czDxLj7RwSwcZzQ7YLrQWBKt-RHCxa9dRasWiEBdKN0axrntO4aEfZkxAS6qJItfg_vP4Mc-dU5wRQqR7IpP4KSyBO7cL6WVCzZKI6VtFbdo/s1600/trampoline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyi5Nk81phjJ4_lRRe-XQsEp9gmMMSkf7czDxLj7RwSwcZzQ7YLrQWBKt-RHCxa9dRasWiEBdKN0axrntO4aEfZkxAS6qJItfg_vP4Mc-dU5wRQqR7IpP4KSyBO7cL6WVCzZKI6VtFbdo/s1600/trampoline.jpg" /></a>One of the first things and I begged my for after we moved was a trampoline. After awhile we were sure we were not going to get it. But on Christmas, there it was, Our brand new 15x15 trampoline with netted sides.<br />
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Despite the fact that it was winter, and a harsh one at that, we were on the trampoline almost every day.<br />
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And now with the weather warming up jumping on the trampoline is one of our favorite things to do with our dad after dinner. Go crazy on the trampoline, bounce high, let everything go.<br />
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Sometimes when the wind is blowing, and the sky is clear, I can jump, close my eyes, and for half a second I feel like I am flying.<br />
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Here is a few really cool trampolines I found:<br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-11590638677079225692014-04-21T19:57:00.001-04:002014-04-21T19:57:46.101-04:00Rain<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It feels fresh, and gives me a little shiver that is hard to describe. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">As some of you reading may know I am a bit of a drama queen. So thunderstorms are like one of my favorite </span>types<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> of weather because they are so dramatic. They make me feel dramatic, with their </span></span>thunder<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and lighting. I like to freak out like they do in movies when a big storm coming, but it's a fake freak out, and it's fun! (yeah I'm really weird)</span></span><br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-17014959594282948182014-04-19T16:57:00.003-04:002014-04-19T16:57:44.891-04:00QuietShort and sweet is my deliverance today.<br />
Quiet isn't a word you can link to a city. Especially Frederick MD. Where I lived there were always cars driving by, people shouting, ambulances and cop cars wailing, loud music playing, and the occasional search helicopter.<br />
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I went to sleep listening to this, woke up to it, and for as long as I can remember it was my background noise.<br />
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When I moved out here I realized I could step outside and the only thing I would hear was the songs of nature. Birds, wind. . .it became the new background noise. It was noise that calmed me down instead of stressing me out.<br />
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unfortunately we didn't leave all the midnight music rockers in Frederick. Up the hill from us, on most friday nights, they're having a grand old time and playing their music loud enough so I can here.<br />
But most of the time it's good, sweet, peaceful quiet. =)<br />
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Victoria. . . Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-87692616968150557182014-04-18T10:17:00.000-04:002014-04-18T10:17:38.011-04:00Photography <br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Since I was kid I always loved to take pictures. I like posing for them, setting up photo shoots, and taking pictures in general. The only </span>camera<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I have ever used was the ones on my phone and </span></span>iPod<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. Which, even though a good </span></span>camera,<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> it never could do things to quite the justice I wanted. Sometimes the </span></span>beauty<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I wanted to capture was to great, and could only truly be </span></span>experienced<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> by sight. Then other times it was just</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> my </span></span>camera<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> was’t good enough!</span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgveGuKAVDoMICMWExc4jFyoEcB-3__PLVpaZJZnnkNDrsKYfQU-zAG_9HaSImW5QKCarvd7RM74ebFZ2qChie5PoEBtZljcZwgCsBIYmlEBwpjqMD446VX4BV1LGd_AAPqSG0NPdgyqmQ/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgveGuKAVDoMICMWExc4jFyoEcB-3__PLVpaZJZnnkNDrsKYfQU-zAG_9HaSImW5QKCarvd7RM74ebFZ2qChie5PoEBtZljcZwgCsBIYmlEBwpjqMD446VX4BV1LGd_AAPqSG0NPdgyqmQ/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG" height="131" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And to my joy, three or four weeks ago my mom bought a real professional </span>camera<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">, this is a really nice </span></span>camera<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. Well after that it was another week and a half before I got my hands on it. And when I did . . .I took three </span></span>pictures<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and fell in love with it. And i</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">n the past week or so have taken more pictures that I can count!</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">s budget. </span></span>Plus<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I am trying to save for a car, a laptop, and I am going to </span></span>Florida<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> for a week or more in May. So I’m stuck sharing. Which Is </span></span>totally<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> fine =)</span></span><br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-88501650168573068492014-04-17T09:28:00.001-04:002014-04-17T09:28:34.175-04:00OK<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">"I'm okay." </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A lot of the times for me after I moved I told people I was okay when I really wasn’t.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My friend Ryan would sometimes ask me if I was okay. I would say yes when the answer was really no. I wasn’t sure why but my problems in my mind seemed so big that I couldn’t explain them to anyone and I would explode if I said “no I’m not okay.” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Maybe I said I was okay because I thought I might cry if I said how I really felt. I’m not sure now the answer to why I said “I’m okay.” when I clearly showed I felt otherwise. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It made me feel good that my friends noticed something was up. But I also didn’t want to tell them what was up. Strangely enough some of my most depressed moments was when I was with my friends. I guess it was because these were the friends who lived so far away from me now, who I used to hang out with all the time. On the days they came to visit me It made me sad to know that soon they would leave and I wouldn’t know how soon I would see them again. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And the heart saying “no I’m not.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There were people like my Bff Ellie, Ryan, and my parents who could tell that even though I said I was okay, I really wasn’t. I still didn’t talk much about what was wrong. The person I confided in most was my Bff Ellie. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Today things are a little better. I think if someone asked me if I was okay, I could say yes and mean it. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Maybe now if they ask me what’s wrong I can say what's wrong. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">But I know I feel a lot better today than I did five, six, seven months ago. I feel. . . OK =)</span><br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-65242687351770448672014-04-17T09:00:00.002-04:002014-04-17T09:00:56.728-04:00New things<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">1. When I moved I had to get used to being </span>twenty<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> minutes from everything not five or ten. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">2. I had to </span>adjust<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> to the kind of stores they have in my </span></span>invisible<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> town of Gore. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">4. For seven long moths I had to cope without even a few local </span>acquaintances<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">5. We changed from a small church to a </span>indescribably<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> large church.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">6. I had to get used to </span>country<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> life, </span></span>which<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I actually was fine with.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">7. I had to change where I went when I was mad, sad, or upset. Before I would just swing on the tree swing in my old backyard until all my </span>problems<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> flew away. Now I have tree that I can see over the front </span>yard. It's really peaceful. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">8. The people who had been in my life on a weekly bases, were no longer with me much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">11. Every trip in to town is </span>minimum<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> of two hours.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So travel was a BIG change. Aka new thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And if I though really hard I </span><span style="background-color: white;">could</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> think of all the other little new thing that make one BIG change. But I think I listed enough for you to get the idea =)</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One change = 1,000,000 little or big new things</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is what it will be like for most entering a new situation, and or a new life style . . .be prepared!</span></div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-50136380861967303292014-04-15T09:20:00.000-04:002014-04-15T09:20:44.253-04:00Memories <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97wuBeS85V0oXU15vtfiCFAy9MYlccWDPsa1KhroxgplLKZbOSsKLjrpw_gZOLdMFZZkAxyPZX9_haQyxFaZBVXij7ixYjkRYATrmzIXO8Z5Jp50s5v4xsGmnbpLxMvBPnujDL4kkxpNd/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97wuBeS85V0oXU15vtfiCFAy9MYlccWDPsa1KhroxgplLKZbOSsKLjrpw_gZOLdMFZZkAxyPZX9_haQyxFaZBVXij7ixYjkRYATrmzIXO8Z5Jp50s5v4xsGmnbpLxMvBPnujDL4kkxpNd/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">No matter how far away you get from someone you love there will always be one thing that distance can’t take away from you. Your memories.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Life isn’t perfect, but when you miss someone you can remember the perfect(or imperfect) moments you had with that person. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My memories of the past have paved my path for the future. There are friends I never hope to forget, and I want them to stay in my life forever no matter where I go or where they go. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">What I am saying is that God gave me some wonderful memories of my friends and family, the kind that will always put a smile on my face. These people that were and still are in my life are the most important people in the world to me! Besides my direct family of course. =)</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Life has it’s complications at every turn, bumps in the road will slow you down, and stop signs are everywhere. But while your goin</span>g remember those people that made you laugh and smile and maybe even cry. God has or had them in you life for a reason.</div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-76207369552442279602014-04-14T19:32:00.000-04:002014-04-14T20:26:24.891-04:00Land<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6wMwNAjfOhtApR0LWf4W8IqMs6kEwu7Jsx7UWdEsFo31d3rP-u7XY71N6B01Xj2N_9tgXglxxUTv2cUZUeBqyrFzeV5cSxn_ia0TTrUlIhcXwkBBBKh81hzGhXcrXDGIfzEejDznH9wi/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6wMwNAjfOhtApR0LWf4W8IqMs6kEwu7Jsx7UWdEsFo31d3rP-u7XY71N6B01Xj2N_9tgXglxxUTv2cUZUeBqyrFzeV5cSxn_ia0TTrUlIhcXwkBBBKh81hzGhXcrXDGIfzEejDznH9wi/s1600/a.jpg" height="238" width="320" /></a>Land. An investment that usually spans a great distance. It could be woods, fields, valleys, or hills.<br />
Land is a wonderful thing.It's something that allows you to broaden what you do with your space and time.<br />
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The possibilities of stretching landscapes are endless. Plant a garden, build things, do stuff.<br />
The fun you can have running over grassy hills or leaping through wooded slopes goes on forever.<br />
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I love ridding my ridding my bike down our hilly yard, hanging out in the woods, climbing trees, and running until I'm out of breath. These are some of the things I enjoy most on my land. I did climb trees when I lived in MD, but my roof was the only view I had.<br />
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There is something about taking a look around you and and the land you see(most of it anyway) is mine. That hill is mine, those woods are mine. It must have been really daunting when God showed Abraham all the land he could see and said it was his.<br />
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Land is a gift. And for some, a privilege. This is short and sweet because I am VERY tired.<br />
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Land is fun, useful, and like I said before, a gift. <br />
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<br />Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-60952586385790700752014-04-12T19:04:00.001-04:002014-04-12T19:06:05.184-04:00Kites<div style="text-align: left;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fTjwqx2FcBlYd5kZkTxdCSCoz71zdWw7vlNnig7CjmuU8G9YnqULgsJlQzNTnrbDnmgdnWDl-0vJmIjlobCsDtJaxnFeInz6JD38A4QLPAPPHhhkNlBFmCfkQoRb31squX1aYl4IRlkj/s1600/Kitel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fTjwqx2FcBlYd5kZkTxdCSCoz71zdWw7vlNnig7CjmuU8G9YnqULgsJlQzNTnrbDnmgdnWDl-0vJmIjlobCsDtJaxnFeInz6JD38A4QLPAPPHhhkNlBFmCfkQoRb31squX1aYl4IRlkj/s1600/Kitel.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Kites have </span><span style="font-size: medium;">always</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> been so cool. Even when I was little I loved to watch kites soaring high above. It's a wonder why I only got my first Kite few years ago. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When I got my first kite I still lived in my small neighborhood with my small backyard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So I didn't get to fly it much. Then we moved out here. And there is definitely room out here to fly a kite! I have spent a couple hours trying to fly my kite. And most of the time I fail =(</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">The record for the highest single kite flown is 3801 metres (12,471ft).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">for a train of kites 9740 metres (31,955 ft).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">The world record for the longest 'kite fly' is 180 hours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">In 1826 there used to be a stage coach service between London and Bristol using kites instead of horses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">There are over 50 million kites sold in the USA every year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">The longest kite in the world is 1034 metres (3394 ft).</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SOVT8E0GiJp6gB3j6-IRt02JQ0MzPwZA-5UdYRWIdMBusf715eZddYU0bjAHjxAPvkKqzXYvi4VYE5VXNyenfX_wMrGtLi8otlAwULwNi1sgOAqqwfOfmFTdxFUG9uVEfxsDtaXjBhP0/s1600/kate1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SOVT8E0GiJp6gB3j6-IRt02JQ0MzPwZA-5UdYRWIdMBusf715eZddYU0bjAHjxAPvkKqzXYvi4VYE5VXNyenfX_wMrGtLi8otlAwULwNi1sgOAqqwfOfmFTdxFUG9uVEfxsDtaXjBhP0/s1600/kate1.jpg" /></a><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;">The record for the highest single kite flown is 3801 metres (12,471ft).<br />for a train of kites 9740 metres (31,955 ft).</span></div>
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<br />Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-2967825233872813082014-04-11T09:44:00.004-04:002014-04-11T15:39:17.750-04:00Joy<a href="http://www.biblestudytools.com/james/passage.aspx?q=James+1:2-3" style="font-family: arial; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>James 1:2-3</b></span></a><br />
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<i>Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.</i></div>
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I the have friends and family I love and who love me. I have more blessings than I can count. So I should be joyful for the trials that come. Right?</div>
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After my move I wasn't very joyful. Like you have figured I was mad and a little confused. But after a long time with him I see my need to trust God, and when I do that I will have joy. </div>
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You will never truly be joyful without God. If you think you have joy when you don't have God your hanging on to a false happy feeling brought about by the things that make YOU happy. Those material thing will let you down, run away and never come back.The things of this world that make you "joyful" will only crush you in the end. God is always there, he is the source of joy that never ends, never goes away, and will always love you.</div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-21200896839754426652014-04-10T15:16:00.001-04:002014-04-10T15:20:55.956-04:00Impossible<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimQWQponCt6DdBhqkPl68llx8U6m37Ghaep6VPNLf07ITt5kL9zqdMeIl6sDjSTW0Oa_RK85UbzHdBHbZrMFqRjkNpMuhSZzS5dbiBRlztfly02hMHUMj7sF8zaJAqcG3nviWg8yR7Gtv/s1600/impossible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimQWQponCt6DdBhqkPl68llx8U6m37Ghaep6VPNLf07ITt5kL9zqdMeIl6sDjSTW0Oa_RK85UbzHdBHbZrMFqRjkNpMuhSZzS5dbiBRlztfly02hMHUMj7sF8zaJAqcG3nviWg8yR7Gtv/s1600/impossible.jpg" height="119" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">All the days that I wanted life to rewind, all those times I wanted to turn and run, all those hours I spent questioning. Why? Because I wanted. Two words. I. Wanted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">But all that time I wished and hoped that things would stay the same, deep down I knew that it was </span>Impossible<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. It was impossible for my life not to change, for some of my friends to step out of my life and others in, it was impossible for me not to change.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Normal is a word made up in peoples head as the </span>definition<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> for what is </span></span>comfortable to them<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. What they like, what they want, who they want to be. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">There is no such thing as Normal with God. Or </span>at least<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> that’s what I feel like he’s is showing me. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">God let me be in my </span></span>comfort<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> zone for a while, then he needed me </span>somewhere<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span>else<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. Here. As much as I tried to ignore it, this was where I needed to be.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">A new track was </span>started,<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> a whole new game began, triggered by God </span></span>telling<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> me I was moving. It wasn’t </span></span>something<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I accepted, not </span></span>something<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I liked. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But God knew I needed to learn that change was good, that he uses change in the best way, and that change would be hard. I also needed to know that God used those hard change to draw me closer to him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Some how I feel like this is God </span>writing<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> this and not me. I feel like the pen really. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So as Impossible as this may seem, the change you and I go through is for a greater purpose. Time and time again it may feel like change is bringing you down, but I think God uses it to try and lift us up.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yes there are people who I used to hang out with ALOT that I miss. Yes it was(and is) hard, and yes it will get easier. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Don’t think these words from me, I am </span>merely<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> the </span></span>messenger<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> who needs to fallow the advice she delivers. </span></span><br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-50828067553465269882014-04-09T19:42:00.002-04:002014-04-09T19:43:23.840-04:00High school<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It’s not like that for me. It never was going to be. High school for me was just another step( I act cool and dress stylish all the time anyway lol). A big one, but not as big of a deal as it is for most public school kids. I don’t have to worry about looking perfect every day of the week, dating, populars, or </span>fitting<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> in with the crowd. I make my own God centered crowd, and anyone who doesn’t like me for who I am can leave. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The work load did </span>increase<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> by like 50%! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Because now were getting to the </span>serious<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> stuff, the things I do here and now will effect latter. My </span></span>high school<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> grade will affect where I go to collage and so on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Every day I spend most of the day doing school. That doen’t sound like news to a public school kid, but for me it was half day school, other half free time(1st grade- middle school). </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5d6HB3WBZWAwZTaR_rAvWspXstPuCTOra1wC2Lbb6GWNczdM92JjX8EHQcWAUESRoNxl2u5ONuRFREQtrT2CAoORg7bOK7nM9cuCPRFfXdwrVdGZQBMSt8lnRUpldzmc9yXbzg1mMlcM/s1600/Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Helvetica; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5d6HB3WBZWAwZTaR_rAvWspXstPuCTOra1wC2Lbb6GWNczdM92JjX8EHQcWAUESRoNxl2u5ONuRFREQtrT2CAoORg7bOK7nM9cuCPRFfXdwrVdGZQBMSt8lnRUpldzmc9yXbzg1mMlcM/s1600/Me.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It’s still hard, then </span>again<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> no one ever said it was easy. As time has gone on I’ve gotten in to my </span></span>routine,<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> found what school work is best to do when, and what is harder for me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Sometimes I have bad days where all the thing I try and learn swim in one ear and out the other, I get </span>frustrated<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and have a hard time understanding the simplest instructions. On these days I give myself a break and take the day off. I don’t do this a lot because one missed day can effect my whole week! But it’s nice to be able to do it when I need to. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’m really proud that I have survived my freshman year. Almost. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">When I was younger I used to hate school </span>especially<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> math. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I would get so upset with it and start yelling at the math and my mom, and I start to cry and scream that math wasn’t important and I didn’t need to learn it. Those days are gone mainly because I'm MUCH older and I switched </span>my math curriculum </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">to Teaching Textbooks (best math </span></span>curriculum<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> ever!) </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And now I have really good math grades usually higher than an 85, and I enjoy it! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Life gets more and more complicated with every year, and some days I feel like I just can’t deal with it. I feel like if I read one more word from the Iliad, or </span></span>attempt<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> another science math problem, I will just shatter in to a million </span></span>pieces<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> or explode!</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> But God, my family, and friends get me through. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Really if I think about it my high school life is about ten times </span>easier<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> than the average public school kid. I can take a break when I need to, I don’ have to worry about fitting in, </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So I thank the lord for my Homeschool High school blessing. =)</span></div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-20767581194618099032014-04-08T08:30:00.002-04:002014-04-08T08:30:57.070-04:00Garden<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">April seems to be the start to a lot of our new projects such as bees and a our garden. Our garden has just been started and isn’t even showing little greens pushing up out of the soil. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So alas I </span></span>cannot<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> tell you how my garden food tastes, or what is </span>looks<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> like, or what is like to work in the garden. =(</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> We do have it </span>laid<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> out and have many thing growing in small containers that will then be </span></span>transferred<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> to our garden once they get bigger. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The work I have spent on our garden was a few long hard hours </span>hauling<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> bricks and outlining the beds with them. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And I can’t wait to see the little sprouts push up out of the soft </span>Virginian<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span>soil<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and grow big, and colorful, and be so pretty I wont want to eat it! I’m excited for those days. I had a garden before, but it was filled with amazing flowers.</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> But a garden where we will grow thing we can eat and not have to get from the store will </span></span>magnificent<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">The idea of not needing to buy food from the store is so </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">foreign</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;"> and weird to a lot of people, and in some cases myself. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I really like all of this and hope that one day soon we can get goats, and maybe next year I can do goats for G. </span></div>
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-43627996117020960972014-04-07T09:18:00.001-04:002014-04-07T09:49:13.705-04:00Friends and family <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> Family and friends, the most important thing to me and my greatest motivator, besides God of course. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My church was small, I became friends with all the teens there. We were a crazy group that had the best of times together, </span>parties<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">, youth events, and </span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">church. We would always be in our circle talking about the </span></span>stupid<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and funny stuff that we did or didn’t do. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Those were some of the best days of my life. But as I have discovered this past year, things change. My friend Abby went away to collage in </span>California<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">, and I left, and not long after that a really good friend of mine left my old church too. Our lives would never be the same again, for the people who left and the people who stayed.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">But we will always </span>remember<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> our good times and hope God blesses us with more.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I don’t get to see my </span></span>BFF<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> very much, once a week, and we can’t hang out, and </span>hardly<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> have time to talk. I miss her so much. <3</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My other group of friends was at my co-op, that was even a crazier group of kids we had a blast, most of us were in drama(so fun) and did </span>comedies<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> for gallery day. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My friends are true friends that I can count on, and even though I’ve lost contact with most of them I know they were and are trues friends.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">My going away party was a blast I had a whole bunch of my teenage friends over, and we played games, ate food, and stood around the little contained fire. My friends are </span>the best</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and most of them </span>Christians<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. My dad says he loves it when I get together with my friends because its so different from when normal teenagers get together. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So to all my friends out there I love you and miss you all! And thanks to Abby, Ellie, Ryan, Amber, and all my other friends for helping me </span>adjust<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> to my new life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And my family, gosh i miss them. I love my family and my little cousins, they are the best. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Two of my cousins Rose and Elanor who are 6 and 4, they are my joy, we love to play together and do all kind of fun stuff and dress up, and I used to baby sit them all the time. After I moved I heard my aunt talking about how she was having two teenagers from her homeschool group baby sit Rose and Elanor, that did more than break my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Two girls that my aunt had never meat were going to babysit MY cousins, I should be babysit them! But I knew I couln’t , and that made me want to cry.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">All my cousins seem to get bigger every time I see them! My cousin Adam, gosh he gets taller every time I see him, he is seven and I still remember holding him on my lap when he was little. I was little too! I would have only been 7 or 8.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"> I love my cousins so much! And I miss my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, and ALL of my cousins, some of which are in TX, and some in PA. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So love to all of my family <3!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Family and friends mean the world to me. People who don’t </span>have<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> time for </span></span>friends<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> or family </span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">have no life! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">God gave us family and friends to be there for us and for us to be there for them. Family and friends are a gift from God don’t keep</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;"> love them and </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">appreciate</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;"> them. </span><br />
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Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320818402752231412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545547183865640610.post-57134747735864750442014-04-05T20:50:00.000-04:002014-04-06T08:33:30.615-04:00Eggs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigh-EAzVcjQKMaNbn6PClT6zG2rT8VY45WmMh9fKstolFIfUeZFzXoq6pKfmI_Xa-tjf8bOcAt6gvqYDgK4HzE5TgMQ9wyctGqlvInFzjH38EXILDoJzA5emjmeifMVVhaW7O4bAdtv8MK/s1600/egg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigh-EAzVcjQKMaNbn6PClT6zG2rT8VY45WmMh9fKstolFIfUeZFzXoq6pKfmI_Xa-tjf8bOcAt6gvqYDgK4HzE5TgMQ9wyctGqlvInFzjH38EXILDoJzA5emjmeifMVVhaW7O4bAdtv8MK/s1600/egg3.jpg" height="200" width="146" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Eggs. Everyone uses them, eating, baking, and cooking. They're a basic staple to life. </span>Something<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> that is always on your grocery list.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Unless you have you own chickens. With our own chickens we don’t have to buy eggs from the store, </span>except<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> for the off season for the chickens (winter).</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We get nearly six eggs a day, which means 28-42 eggs a week. Yes this number </span>varies<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> much because our chickens are still coming back from their slow winter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But that is still a lot of eggs! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And we get to choose what goes into the chickens and that decides the </span>quality<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> of the eggs, you feed a chicken </span>awful<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> food you get and very low quality egg, you feed a chicken good food and let it forage for the rest you get a high quality egg that is worth the title Good. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Also the </span>taste<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> of our eggs to the </span></span>taste<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> of store eggs, even the W</span></span>egmans<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> organic, is so much better. And we can tell the difference. One egg yolk is even brighter and </span></span>healthier<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> looking than the the other can you guess which? Our egg. The bright orange one. </span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZAABJPt7MamVsVOXOAJeYPqlS96e38ILNY294OxKmHiXeSru2nG2OK1t5g7iwyOI_48ONCIdaXoFCu2A6gEcCNAPbDbSuPWmfoxhbsVMnkoevPw9b2ry11WeDkVDLwtkgnE12rDpjyHY/s1600/egg6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZAABJPt7MamVsVOXOAJeYPqlS96e38ILNY294OxKmHiXeSru2nG2OK1t5g7iwyOI_48ONCIdaXoFCu2A6gEcCNAPbDbSuPWmfoxhbsVMnkoevPw9b2ry11WeDkVDLwtkgnE12rDpjyHY/s1600/egg6.jpg" height="200" width="146" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtGYq4KCPKAGvQhOb3lhk8Mno2U_mlvSlydLX_9ZUAFXmk08PzgSiOXEZzq4k4r8SyvELwMz3nXzPxDFPNCjhoQfX3rzWPzpvdOc3epMWz1qia-F4ZuMqG3pnLR0OEPKcTl4MRmRsGBZ6/s1600/chicken5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtGYq4KCPKAGvQhOb3lhk8Mno2U_mlvSlydLX_9ZUAFXmk08PzgSiOXEZzq4k4r8SyvELwMz3nXzPxDFPNCjhoQfX3rzWPzpvdOc3epMWz1qia-F4ZuMqG3pnLR0OEPKcTl4MRmRsGBZ6/s1600/chicken5.jpg" height="200" width="146" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Eggs are kind of like raw milk, if you don’t get them from a animal that has been treated right and given the right kind of food, space, and outdoors you're going to get net very nice result. When I was a kid I hated milk, I never put it on my cereal and NEVER drank it, but after my mom started getting raw milk it was </span>beyond<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> good, it was </span></span>wonderful!<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Same with the eggs I never really ate eggs much, and didn’t really enjoy them when I did. So after awhile my mom convinced me to try one of our egg (I had used them for baking and such but never to eat </span></span>by itself<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">) and I did and LOVED it! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">When you get milk and eggs from the grocery store you're not getting the real thing, you're getting a </span>pathetic<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span>imitation<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> that was given to you the </span></span>cheapest<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> way possible. Not the way God intended them to be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">So love and care for your chickens(if you have any) the right way =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">Victoria. </span><br />
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