Almost there!!!!

Well, I’m sitting here putting the binding on one of the last few quilts of our 52. Mom and I have been mostly tag-teaming on these last few, each doing a couple different steps so that they’ll get done. Goodness, it feels good to be near the end.



Two quilts for twin girls, done and done. Thanks for all the support that you’ve given!!!



The Cold and the Colds

“Snort sniffle sneeze!!!!!!”

Day three of my head cold. It sort of began on Tuesday, but thankfully it didn’t get to bad, because I’m one of the only three super-high sopranos in our choir, and we had a concert that day.  I’m not saying it was pleasant to sing our super high note with a sore throat, but the three of us hit it, and were in tune, so all went well.

Unfortunately, I’ve only gotten worse. Stuffed up head, sneezing, sore throat, the works. Anyone know some good remedies?

Wishing you a sneeze-free week,


After a Search

Well, I heard this story in church today, and wanted to share it. I typed about 2 sentences, and then decided to ask Google. Thank you technology!

There was once a man who didn’t believe in God and didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife did believe and raised their children to have faith in God and Jesus.

One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked her husband to come, but he refused as usual, .. “The Christmas story is nonsense!” he exclaimed. “Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man? That’s ridiculous!” She and the children went, and he stayed home.

That night the wind began to blow and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he could see was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down before the fire-place to relax . Suddenly there was a loud thump. Something had hit the window. Then a second thump. He looked out, but couldn’t see more than a few feet because of the blinding snow.

When the storm let up a little, he ventured out to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near the house was a flock of wild geese. Apparently they were flying south when they were caught in the blizzard and couldn’t go on.

They were lost and stranded on his farm, without food or shelter. Flapping their wings, they aimlessly flew around the field in low circles. Some had apparently flown into his window.

The man felt concern for the geese and wanted to help them.

The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It was warm and safe. They would be saved if they spent the night there waiting out the storm.

He opened the barn doors wide. Then he watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and enter. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn’t seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.

The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away. He went into the house and brought out some bread, broke it up, and made a breadcrumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn’t catch on.

Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried

to shoo them toward the barn, but they only became frightened and scattered in every direction except toward the barn.

Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be safe. “Why don’t they follow me?” he puzzled. “Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive?”

He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a human. “If only I were a goose, then I could save them,” he said out loud.

Suddenly he had an idea. He went into the barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese. When he released his goose, it flew through the flock and straight into the safety of the barn. One by one the other geese followed it to safety.

He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: “If only I were a goose, then I could save them!” Then he thought about what he had said to his wife.

Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese–blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us. That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized. As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet. Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Christ had come.

Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first real prayer: “Thank You, Lord, for coming in human form to get me out of this world and leading me to a better one. Lead me to the safety of Your Father’s arms.”

Anyway, I got this version of the story from HERE, just to avoid plagiarism and all that.

Merry Christmas all, may we all remember the true meaning of Christmas!


The Song Called Life

I’ve fallen completely in love with the life of a Drama kid, and it’s really a passion of mine now. Ever since it all started last year, I’ve been trying to convince my big brother (a senior) to try out with me, and FINALLY he agreed. We’ve been dealing with try-outs and call backs all this week, so our whole house has been full of the sound of us singing dramatic duets together. GO SIBLINGS!!!!

But really, I’m so grateful for him. He’s my best friend and my big buddy, and I’m glad I have another Theater nerd in the family now.

Happy holidays


The Laugh of the Day

Today’s post will be brief, but it was simply too funny too just pass up.

As my mom and I were strolling through the grocery store, we went to turn a corner around the end of an isle, and suddenly my mom springs backward in surprise.

I was confused for a second, as was she, because it took both of us to figure out what exactly had startled her. But, when we figured out what it was, we both completely cracked up.

She had been scared by HERSELF. Good gracious we both almost CRIED when we realized what happened. There was a mirror on the end of the isle, so my mom was startled by herself. I’m sure people though we were crazy, we were laughing that much.

With many giggles


A Normal Day

A normal day in the life of me: School. School always. And dance. And a deep wish to quilt that is not always realized. However, today was pretty good as far as days go.

Wake up, eat a good breakfast. Troop off to school, and have a nice easy-going day, other than pushing to the max while running the mile (which always feels good, because exercise is great). Get out of school and help dad with some things, then get home and fiddle around with quilting for a while (YAY!!!). Head to my youth group, and play a riotous game of “Blind Volleyball”, which is an absolutely hysterical game. Come home to a happy house full of all my favorite people.

It makes me really think about life when I have a day that isn’t exactly out-of-this-world-impossibly-perfect, but just good. Good all over. Really, I feel like that’s how the world really works. In life, we have some impossibly good days, some really hard days, but they don’t define us. What makes us ourselves is our “simply good” days. The days that are great in ways we can’t explain to anyone else.

Deep thoughts!


Dancers Do Laugh

As a ballerina, you learn one fact very quickly once you put on pointe shoes for the first time. Even if you’re dancing beautifully, a grimacing face betrays what’s actually happening in your mind. So, you learn to put a beautiful smile on your face, no matter what. It’s rather an interesting thing to learn to do, because it’s such a “mind over matter” thing. However, I am here to tell you that it is totally possible to convince your brain that it’s normal to smile when in pain.

Anyway, to the”pointe” of this post (see what I did there?). My dance teacher danced for both Ballet West and the New York Ballet as a prima during her career as a professional dancer, and through all this you gather MANY hysterically funny stories. Most classes are fairly serious, we get to work and we work hard, but every once in a while we have a story session. Normally they totally kill the seriousness of the class, and today was no different.

When she was still at Ballet West, she was out on the hardwood stage stretching while some of the boys were cleaning off the stage, and someone thought it would be funny to push her out of the way with a broom. Well, it did move her, but it also got multiple splinters in her rear. She had a performance that night, so she went ahead as she was, but she was super uncomfortable. Doing the logical thing, after the performance she went to the dancing mistress and asked her what to do about the painful and inconveniently placed splinters. She was instructed to see the nurse.

The nurse, after inspecting her, decided that the splinters were “really big” and therefore she needed to go to the doctor. After driving a really long time with the dancing mistress, she got the the “doctor”. Or should we say veterinarian.

The next day she was splinter free, but in for a 10 hour bus ride, during which she would be teased the entire time by the other dancers.

So yes, ballerinas do laugh, but normally at extremely silly things or misfortunes that we can all cringe over.

Wishing you a season of laughter,