tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54681264049150912262024-03-14T02:05:36.983-07:00Inside the HatboxClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-73496743201103494722012-06-19T17:49:00.004-07:002012-06-19T17:50:51.721-07:00"Giving the Academy a Raincheck"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well here I am, back with my first post of the summer. Sorry for the delay. The rare posts you've seen have been from my iPhone which gets annoying, so finally I have a macbook!!! Yay! I have an air so it really is super light.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sorry...If you can't tell I'm kinda excited. So now as I sit here waiting for tomorrow, listening to...dubstep, waiting for my hair to re-dye the turquoise, and waiting on dinner :0), I thought I would share a few updates.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, onto more serious subjects. So my school kinda...died. That is to say the high school part died. Granted, it was small and not so unexpected but it has been a hard change to cope with. I know for sure that last year was the best year of my life. This year was, frankly, pretty crumby in some parts. What I know I am grateful for is the friends who have stuck around through all my drama. I have a lot more of you than I give credit to. So many of the blessings in my life have been flowers, beautiful, but fleeting. But I am truly hoping you all will turn out to be my life's long lasting diamonds. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There has been a lot I've had to say goodbye to lately. Just the culture of having the GCA specific group to hang out with is gone. I'm half grateful. Half. Naw make that 1/4 grateful. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Goodbye to the chances I had to make a new friend. Goodbye to redeeming some reputation for not being, as a very dear friend has pointed out, a "victim." Unfortunately I seem to have that mentality stuck in my head. Goodbye to hoping this person would finally open up to me, this person wouldn't be angry with me, this friendship would grow stronger, and this friend would always get to hang out. Well I guess goodbyes are just a part of life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It has been painful to hide this all inside. I have tried to talk to some friends and family but eventually I just sound like I'm whining. The hard part was convinving my family to agree to online classed instead of a public or another private school. I had to be all excited to prove I could handle something when in reality I'm not excited at all. I am filled with dead at every passing day of summer. But the other options were what I dreaded more. I had this mentality of running away from the settings and people that hurt me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two years ago, I was invisible except with a few close friends. I was the girl who was only comfortable following, literally, behind someone. I was the "nerd" or the "sheltered homeschooler." And more than any of that, I was judgmental. Probably more so than I was judged. That year hurt me a lot. There are things wrong with me from back then that I don't even talk about. I haven't healed. And I'm not sure I've forgiven either. Lately a lot of people I still talk to from back then keep telling me how much I've changed (in a good way). It feels like saying, "Oh Claire you finally caught up with the "cooler" world. I know this isn't how most people meant it, but here's the thing. I left and I grew up. My makeup changed (after many awkward experiments) to some semblance of nice looking. I figured out how to do my hair in a way that I'm now known for. I learned how to look guys in the eye when I talked to them, and then how to be friends with them. I buy cuter clothes. All this change is obvious. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But what concerns me is that I didn't change myself. I just grew. Yet everyone acts as though I'm a new person. Well, maybe those people didn't know me from the beginning. I don't have it all together. But I'm not totally messed up either. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To clear up the misconceptions, the reason I don't gel with a lot of the more "sheltered" (so to speak) once home schooled culture is because I saw how judgmental and arrogant it once made me, and since then I've tried to be more open-minded. Second, I don't hang out with a lot of guy friends to flirt. I just really like them as people. Third, I haven't really changed. I still let myself be a victim too much. I still feel stupid most days. I'm not lazy or a liar. And I really am a good friend</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My point is, life gets complicated. You think you've found the place in life where you can get away from all those bad memories, and just end up bottling them all inside. You think you're settled, BOOM that goes away. You think other people around you make you happy. If you want to be happy you have to make your own happiness. And trust God to help you see it. Take risks, yes. Make friends and don't be afraid to be a little awkward. But most of all, learn to forgive.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I forgive everything. Two years ago is unimportant history as far as my feelings go. This year really hurt at times. It still hurts, but I will get through it and move on. And love those people who have stood by me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">People are going to judge, misunderstand, and mistreat you your whole life. God made each and every person a certain way. Don't be afraid to express that personality. The most beautiful people in the world are the ones sure enough of who they are in themselves and through Christ, that they effortlessly express every quirk and gift. This is hard, almost impossible at times. But let's start now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Much love, </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By Imagine Dragons<br />So this is what you meant<br />When you said that you were spent<br />And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit<br />Right to the top<br />Don't hold back<br />Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I don't ever want to let you down<br />I don't ever want to leave this town<br />'Cause after all<br />This city never sleeps at night<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; 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border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I don't ever want to let you down<br />I don't ever want to leave this town<br />'Cause after all<br />This city never sleeps at night<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />It's time to begin, isn't it?<br />I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit<br />I'm just the same as I was<br />Now don't you understand<br />I'm never changing who I am<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />It's time to begin, isn't it?<br />I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit<br />I'm just the same as I was<br />Now don't you understand<br />I'm never changing who I am<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />This road never looked so lonely<br />This house doesn't burn down slowly<br />To ashes, to ashes<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />It's time to begin, isn't it?<br />I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit<br />I'm just the same as I was<br />Now don't you understand<br />I'm never changing who I am<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />It's time to begin, isn't it?<br />I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit<br />I'm just the same as I was<br />Now don't you understand<br />I'm never changing who I am</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-40008210162518120402012-02-19T23:19:00.001-08:002012-03-02T17:17:29.572-08:00LessonsHi everyone! So this post may have been a little bit more appropriate for Valentine's Day. Nevertheless I still felt it needed to be said. Valentine's Day dad came home with a big bouquet of pink roses and told all of his three girls we could each pick one to keep in our rooms. Of course with all the Valentine's Day demand sometimes roses aren't in the best condition but we still appreciated the gesture. I watched my sisters hunt through the bunch and finally chose my own. It was a flushing perfect beauty with its petals still folded peacefully. I took it up to my room where I put it in a jar on my bathroom counter so as to keep it away from my cat. After about a day the rose begin to open and the tips of it where little bit blackened. At first I did everything I could. for the rose. But after a while I began to consider trading it out for one of the others left in the Bouquet. It wasn't a big deal right? I could just take a new one and put the old one back. As the tips began to grow blacker than the outer petals began to melt I felt a strong desire to be done with this old wilting thing and start a new. Now you will make fun of me but I have always felt guilty for little inanimate objects. I still get home to thoughts about old dolls I had to throw away. If I get out a snack and don't feel like finishing it I often ask myself how is this snack would feel knowing that it's getting rejected? So maybe I'm just weird like that. Anyway after a while I started to feel sorry for the rose. I felt guilty for not accepting it the way it was after I was the one who chose it. Some of you probably see where I am going with this. So I stopped looking at the new roses in the bouquet. Sure my Ross isn't the prettiest! But I've pulled away those black petals and found the inside is just as soft and fresh and new as it all began. And even if by the time those petals open the whole rose is black and crumbled, I won't mind. I think that sometimes God puts little symbols into our life to try to remind us of what we need to be thinking about. There're so many things in my life and I just want to disappear. There're so many problems I wish had never shown themselves. if I am impatient with someone, if someone hurt me, if I don't know what I was thinking when I got myself into this, maybe they're my blackened rose. I have definitely seen this statement prove itself true up in the last few days. Now the rose is long dead. But when I didn't give up on it, yet I tended to it still, I found the rise grew healthy and fast. Yet there came a time when it had to go and I could no longer help my rose. Life is a lot like this. We need to stick by what we are given...remember everything/one is a gift. We care for these things and people and they grow. But what needs to be determined is if this blessing is a flower or a diamond. If it can last forever, or if it is fleeting. And if it is fleeting, we don't need to cry over it. Real blessings will matter forever. But with flowers, but not to crush and dry them before they die. It's just natural. As much more painful it is to lose a fleeting blessing it is than a dead flower...don't let pain imprison you of you did your job and treasured it while it lasted. <3<br />
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December 23 I turned...older ;)<br />
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December 27 we moved to this huge new house I love! My room has its own level! And I have a recording room!<br />
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This January we took a trip to Colarado and Abby broke her arm Om the slopes.<br />
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This happened the day before she turned 10! Poor baby!<br />
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Other than that...not much. If you want to, prayers would be appreciated. I<br />
Haven't been feeling too well and have had a very rough couple of days. Couldn't have made it through without my Lizzie! ily!!! <br />
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One more shout out to my angelic friend Louisa for being such a help with a dress Abby can wear for her party with her cast! Her party was postponed when she had a 3 day fever... :(((<br />
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That's everything for now! When school gets a bit better I'll have more for y'all! <br />
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So, I've decided all during the month of December to try and post a hair tutorial almost every day. Not quite, since I'm busy a lot, but I do really love doing it. And I've got a few stocked up so that not much of a problem if I can't film that day.<br />
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So, here's the first! Enjoy! It's raw and unedited so bere with me...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9cOBbiS8_SSXEpPo04IQD31l9d81DTvwXhS6vpMZYTDLN4xjXNwyNYnB-tcwCwnJW3pvRRs0BB6_ZV9_mXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-48992082545601977312011-11-29T22:40:00.000-08:002011-11-29T22:40:13.422-08:00Teenage Years and LoveYeah, I'm writing it. Every Christian girl I've known who blogs has talked about it....and it's my turn. I'm mostly writing this in defence/exploration of my friend's thoughts because I myself and not given to romantic endevores. Yet. Mostly. Sorta. I mean, let's face it, I think about it a lot. Not any more beyond that. I wonder when I'm gonna get married and who, I listen to love songs, watch chick flicks and always cry, pray about my husband, and stuggle with the fact I've got many years of singleness infront of me. <br />
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And yes, it's possable to do all this without having a face in mind. I promise.<br />
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I had a great talk with Lizz, who's been more than a best friend lately. I love her to death and she helps me so much. Took over a page writing out a thank-you prayer mostly about her! <3<br />
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Anyway, we talked about how girls have it hard now. 200 years ago or so, we could have been married. Or it wouldn't be far off. <br />
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You see, in the 1940s-50s, there came an invention, or not really invention as much as emphasis, of teenage years as having its own culture. These years are characterized by temporary romance, and more than that, the pursuit of ME! <br />
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Having "Follow your dream!" "Believe in yourself!" screamed in your ears 50 times an hour is gonna influence you. But seriously, girls mostly are involved in the "guy crazy" stage because we're wired to be capable of true love and desire to be free of parents and be married now. People call us rebellious, and yeah, we are. And we need to control it. But it makes a little more sense now. The ME! takes the place. We gals don't feel like our fam "understands" us anymore! I know, I'm stereotypicalizing here, but I get it. We want someone to ourselves. Galfriends aren't enough either sometimes. Girls can be jerks. Other words come to mind. We want to be loved without having to change or try. But when that doesn't work (and you are soooo lucky if it does!) we become obbsessed with ourselves. I understand me. I want others to like me. Effort and time come into play and artificial becomes a chapel. <br />
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This attitude says, these years are for YOU! Eat, drink, and be merry! Not really, but it does say, work, get your dream job, you are more important that getting married! Career demands take over our created ability to be homemakers. It sounds so rustic. I don't love the idea of doing dishes, cooking, cleaning...all day when I've been working all these years and am on my way to the Met Opera stage! But it's most likely gonna happen. It's what I'm wired for. <br />
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Anyway I got way off track, so here's the tough thing, how do I control the desire for being in love if I'm created like that?<br />
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1. If you have a not a ton younger than you, tell her how you feel. My sister's a bit younger and she is my best friend and a HUGE supporter! She knows me better than anyone and she would never betray me.<br />
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2. Pray! Most important. I hate to be that girl who goes, "Oh go pray about it!" But really, even if it is quick, it really helps.<br />
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3. Follow your goals. Find something you can passionly work on, for a few years... :/<br />
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4. Find ONE very strong friend who adores you and who you can tell anything to. If she isn't in your main social circle it's better. Make sure she doesn't belittle your problems but also doesn't let you dwell on them. (<3 u Lizz!)<br />
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5. Girls, don't go guy crazy, but keeping secrets from yourself can be very binding and with only your thoughts to know means you're gonna think about it, a lot. Giggling with a galfriend lightens the whole thing and keeps those head-over-heals feeling at bay. Trust me, people are gonna disagree with this but girls are social creatures.<br />
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6. Embrace this time of being single. As soon as someone figures this out, let me know. ;)<br />
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Just some musing. Hope this helped. Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-67249698967521845842011-11-05T17:40:00.000-07:002011-11-05T17:40:52.310-07:00Nice Actions Don't Fix Mean PeopleIt's a lesson I've been learning lately, and prepare for a Claire sermon because every once in a while I've gotta vent.<br />
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If someone is mean to a friend behind their back, I'm often to scared to confront the person thinking "It's not hurting anyone if they don't know..." But here's the thing, people who've done this. You know who you are. If you are mean to my friends behind their back by saying so to ME, guess who you've hurting???? ME!!! I'm HURT and I'm OFFENDED!!! It's not an attack on you, it's just the way I'm gonna feel because--NEWS FLASH!--I happen to be fiercly loyal to my friends. Yes, something I am very proud of and would never want to change. I'm loyal to my friends even when I see flaws in them, when they drive me batty, when they make me want to scream, or when they push me around. Guess what? I'm not in a friendship strictly for my benefit. Maybe that's the mindset that makes devorce so common, just saying. I mean think about it. God called us to fellowship, yes, because we need it, but also because THEY need it. It's not about me...or you! It works both ways. Otherwise God wouldn't have given us all different personalities. Sometimes you need people like you, and sometimes it's best to have people to ballance you out. So my best friends aren't going to ALWAYS push me around but sometimes they aren't perfect and I've found that when they do, something is behind it. All my friends have issues and you don't have to like them, but I do. So if you are going to be my friend then take that into consideration! Thoughts just don't sit around, they're like seeds and they grow if you're not strong enough to kill the bad ones. Recently someone said something really bad about a friend of mine, and I've noticed that I'm bugged by it now. She isn't perfect and has some issues to work out. And lately, they've hurt and bugged me too, but when it gets to a place where I'm willing to stand back and not say anything in her defence, well, that's the danger sign. The same thing happened this summer with a different friend and I've contributed to a ruined reputation and I'm sorry. People have tried to bring me down enough that I know how hard it hurts.<br />
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I've had a mindset lately that the most important thing is to protect myself from rumors and to get what I want out of life. I've made life about a few things that really don't matter in the longrun. And as normal as they are, that's not an excuse for ignoring what's real. As much as I hate the rumors I've heard about me lately, and don't be surprised I know, they are just me. I know what you say about the people at school [insert name here] and I know that you ignore me and judge me sometimes [insert other name here] but the fact is I just want to be friends and quit this immature drama! Yes, I'm going on and on talking to people who may never see this...and I'm okay with that.<br />
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To my real friends, you know who you are, I love each and every one of you! Thanks! <3Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-84860909047783352882011-11-02T20:22:00.001-07:002012-02-03T08:25:39.039-08:00Just a Little Tribute to my School and Class...heheh!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You know you go to Grace Covenant Academy when:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You type “Preflamma” and spell check doesn’t catch it because you’ve added it to the dictionary.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’ve turned one of the greatest Greek tragedies into a comedy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your English teacher must make a Star Trek and a George Washington reference in every class.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The girls in the class frequently protest the segregation of guys and girls.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There’s a YouTube reference in every class (Nope!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuck Testa.)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">6.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You spend half the school week at home.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">7.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Corum Deo Academy is viewed as a weight-loss program.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">8.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Class movie nights are begged for.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">9.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You live most of your life in social media and instant messaging on the at home days.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You watch car crash videos and Star Wars undeleted bloopers on YouTube in math class.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">11.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">People don’t know when a joke is over.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">12.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The principle is a teacher.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">13.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Going to the mall to ask people what they believe is a class assignment.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">14.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You can sing “Babylon” to Justin Bieber’s “Baby” and everyone gets it.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">15.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some people have homecoming queen, we have medieval feast queen.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">16.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">People openly admit to being semi-insane unashamedly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">17.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sir “Gaywin” is a night of King Arthur.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">18.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Beowulf is our Superman.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">19.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A student has read Dante’s “Inferno” 3 times willingly.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">20.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your science teacher greets you wearing plastic bloodshot eyeballs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">21.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We know where Kazakhstan is.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">22.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For fun on the weekends we go see “Macbeth” and understand it to.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">23.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We frequently ask for a status report on how much the middle-schoolers drive the teacher mad.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">24.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The timeline that the 7-8<sup>th</sup> grade set up has Alexander the great after the fall of Rome.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">25.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Everyone in the class is a spy. </span></div><br />
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I LOVE MY SCHOOL!!!Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-73157140085778897202011-09-06T11:22:00.000-07:002011-09-06T11:22:43.342-07:00Becky UpdateHey peeps! So I know, the copy/paste days of this blog are starting to irk you. I get it. It irks me too! But here is one last one you may want to know about. Oh, and the Africa pics are giving me trouble, so give me a couple days tops, okay?<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;">Friday, 26 August</span></b> <br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Day 90 of Recovery </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">God is good...all the time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">It's been a week since Becky's release from the hospital. We are blessed that Becky is healing faster than the experts expected. The day before her release, Becky asked the doctor if he expected her to be released this soon? His response was that he didn't expect her to be released...to which she replied "Well, here I am!" Just today I spoke with the Maryland Fire Marshall who was pleasantly surprised that Becky had been released from the hospital. She was concerned by the severity and complexity of the burns. She was genuinely impressed with Becky's healing, recovery, and personal efforts. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For the past week, Becky has stayed with her sister whose house has fewer stairs than our own. We look forward to her coming home soon. We have been blessed by our family, friends and the Community Church who have helped our family in so many ways. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">There is no play book for burn rehab so we are working through this one day at a time. Becky will have weekly outpatient visits at the Washington Hospital Center burn clinic for the foreseeable future. She had her first check-up yesterday. She received pressure garments that were tailored for her that will help her skin heal more smoothly. She was also seen by the chief burn surgeon and her physical therapist. The surgeon is concerned about tightness on her neck and left arm and described how additional surgery may be required to facilitate full freedom of motion. The physical therapist was more optimistic that lotion, massaging and stretching exercises could/would preclude the need for more surgery. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Our girls will be starting school next week and I am starting to get to a more regular routine at work. August has been a very busy month for us - and I have a new found respect for working mothers. Thank you for your continued prayers and support.</span>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-86926646752416394962011-08-27T10:17:00.000-07:002011-08-27T10:17:13.187-07:00Ack!Hey!<br />
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Yes, I know. I have been epically slow with updating...when we got back from Africa someone needed to barrow my memory chip from my camera before I had a chance to upload the pictures. I was hoping I would get them back a few weeks ago...but alas!<br />
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So I will tell you about Africa later when I have duh duh duh! EVIDENCE!!!<br />
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Anyway, I wanted you all to read something I write for school...which has been amazing but taken forever! I have had a ton of stuff to do! GAHHHHHHHH!!! And more to do today! <br />
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So here it is:<br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Weep and You Weep Alone”</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By Claire Barber</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve heard this ever since I can remember.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was always reinforced to me, time after time by my busy parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First it was the time my favorite blue dress was declared too small for me to wear my first day of kindergarten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My frazzled career woman mother gave me a look as she picked out a new outfit, dried my tears, and thrust me into the care of the young woman with the sleepy-storytelling voice and a mass of red curls that was my teacher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My father gave me his share of parenting when at age ten I came to him broken-hearted at the loss of a time consuming, handwritten book report that had disappeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked at me over his laptop screen: flying fingers paused over the medium of his “all-sustaining” pay-check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lips parted as the Red Sea while he muttered three great words of wisdom, “Not my problem.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Four years and one data-saving laptop later, it was no schoolwork I was crying about, but of being deprived the chance to attend a lock-in party one Friday night because it was finals week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This naturally would mean the end of my popularity, friendships, self-esteem, and most likely the world would come to an end before the night was over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can you hear the violins?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sweet sixteen turned bitter one week when no one asked me to homecoming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well…almost no one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my selfish teenage mind, “Harry” [put on large glasses] didn’t really count.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And as if that wasn’t enough trauma for one year, tears upon my pitiful request for that designer gown fell on unhearing ears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>According to my mother when all I wanted to hear was, “You don’t need a fancy dress to look beautiful!” Instead it was, “That’s enough of the pity-parties!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And from Father, “Maybe if you’d care to do a little work for yourself once in a while you wouldn’t have to come crying to us!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stayed home with a movie, a bag of popcorn, and a Dr. Pepper that night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I don’t want to make my parents sound awful!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They gave me everything I needed and more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The message they tried to enforce in me, I suppose, they thought was for my own good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I remember one time when the irony of that statement was sickening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was grown up by then…at least in my own opinion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the summer before I started collage, and I was babysitting for a little extra cash…babysitting for two full days while the parents spent their anniversary in the Bahamas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My first thought looked somewhat like an “S” with a line through the middle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My second after about two hours with these kids was “This had better be worth my while.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See, Jayden and Jolene were twins in their “terrible threes.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After running after them for several hours on my last day there, Jayden decided to break down crying for no apparent reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jolene copied the gesture of affection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Wa’ Mommy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wa’ Mommy!” they cried.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I tried everything to make them laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I faked falling off their rocking horse, and ended up rolling into the toy chest which I discovered is quite firm, actually.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I collected myself, and then began to laugh!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Glancing at my lovable little terrors I noticed they were quiet, but staring stone faced at me and frowning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well…I tried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the world wasn’t really laughing with me today.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just a few “short” hours and the parents waltzed through the door, handed me a pile of cash, and ushered me to my car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At home, I saw something I couldn’t recall ever seeing in my life, and can’t recall seeing since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both my parents crying!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Mom?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dad?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What happened?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Your brother.” These two words from my father were enough to convince me the worst had happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You see, in the midst of my egotistical world, I never told you about Will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was older than me by seven years, and served in the military.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently the military never really served him back, and now he was gone forever. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so did tons of friends and relatives at his memorial service shortly thereafter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">About a month later my family had recovered…well…somewhat from the shock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I hadn’t, and I still cried every time I thought about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My parents decided it might be a good idea to take me and Will’s former fiancé, Lane, out to dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We settled on a Chinese place called “Tea Leaf and Dumpling.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t have a huge appetite, though we focused on all the good memories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When they brought fortune cookies, I opened mine out of a feeling of emptiness more than anything.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mom noticed the hurt look on my face after reading it, and took the paper from me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do you think it said?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mom looked at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Sweetie, I know we haven’t always taught you this, but it isn’t true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We love you, and if you laugh or cry we will always be there to laugh or cry with you!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I though back to the funeral, and all those people feeling just like me…almost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked at Lane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had tears in her eyes, so I squeezed her hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all began to tear up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, I looked down at the pictures Mom had brought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The one at the top of the pile was Will, dressed up as a pumpkin for Halloween, standing next to Mom holding baby me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can’t explain it, I began to laugh!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all did!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If Will was gone, he was gone for a reason, and who was I to question it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved him, Lane loved him, and so did Mom and Dad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we still do!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt a load lifted as I realized I can still be grateful for the time we had together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made my own saying that day:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Life is too short not to laugh no matter if the world laughs with you; but when you weep, the Lord won’t let you go!” </span></i></div><br />
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Hope you enjoyed!<br />
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<3, ClaireClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-35163690008699770092011-07-18T09:32:00.000-07:002011-07-18T09:32:43.227-07:00I woke up this morning (about 2 hours ago) and thought to myself, "I feel like blogging..."<br />
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You wish.<br />
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Accually, I tumbled out of bed after thinking about it, then rolling over, then thinking about it again, then remembering how cozy my pillow is. When I finally did get up I put on my ipod while I did my makeup (which has been mermaid inspired lately) while listening to "Dynamite." I've been doing this the past few days and it really wakes me up! Haha! Oh course I took a while to decide what to wear (a pink tee shirt with the ocean on it and jean shorts along with my signature cameo of course!). Then took the braids out of my hair compleating the beachy look. Then at 10:30 I stumbled downstairs for ome breakfast and read a tea magazine. It was only then that I thought..."Why not blog today?" <br />
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So now that I've been honest with you I want to say thanks for all you who sent or asked me to send letters from you to Becky! She has two walls totally covered in cards!!! I saw a picture of it, but it was too small and pixelated to see much. <br />
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On the 4th of July her daughter gave her heart to the Lord, which made it a super special day! Becky had two more skin graphs, but a friend says that after them, she found her friend sitting up in bed watching TV and laughing! Praise the Lord that she is holding on! And if you want to, keep the comments coming. I'll still send cards!<br />
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Now I have some other things to talk about, as I sit here on my tussled bed listening to a playlist pretty much just like the one on the sidebar of my blog. Brooke Waggoner Wonder-Dummied now. Oh, and I have Dynamite too. Maybe I should add that to my mixpod??? :)<br />
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So Saturday was a car wash for a mission trip that I'm leaving for on Thursday! We left early with the windows rolled down basting guess what from the car ipod plug in? And yes, we threw our hands up in the air sometimes! Saying Heyo! Gotta Let go! That's how happy we were to leave the 107 degree weather I live in during the summer...somewhere...on planet earth....where I live...Heh heh. But if you follow me then you probably relate considering I think I know all of you (Except you, Tina. But I'm pretty sure you go to my church...?) and you live here. Oh look! Dynamite just came on! Go figure...<br />
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After leaving the car wash I cleaned up and went to tea with a friend. Didn't take pics because of privacy but we had a lot of fun. We've been doing this for a few years now in the summer cause both of us are super busy and never get to hang out. :(<br />
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But we had a blast! After tea we went to this adorable paper craft store and I got a HUGE paperdoll book. The artist has a blog too...and she has some super cute stuff out there!<br />
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<a href="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/">http://theblackapple.typepad.com/</a><br />
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I really think her book is so cute! About 20 dolls and then a ton more I can make! They have little stories and are so like real people. I mean, the illistation is whimsical but you see expression so much more a doll made from a picture without expression and just a pretty smile. These dolls are like...real with you. Maybe you'd have to be a paper doll enthusest to get it but really...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of my dolls...or rather two of them are twins...attached twins. At first I thought it was kinda creepy but they've kinda grown on me. Ugh! That's sounded creepy...the "grown on me" part!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay...anyway I'm super happy! I think I feel a doll coming on...so maybe I'll go draw for a bit! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">TTFN!!! Tata for now!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">--Claire <3</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-60147257826689105402011-06-22T10:27:00.000-07:002011-06-30T20:52:48.317-07:00Sending Some Flowers (Last update June 30)A few weeks back my aunt's friend's friend (yes, it goes back away...) was sitting talking at my aunt's friend's house. From here on I will call my aunt's friend AF and her friend AFF for simplicities sake...we hope. Anyway, AF had a gel candle that she was trying to blow out. These candles for no important reason use gel instead of wax. The flame lept onto AFF and within seconds began to completely consume her. With these candles, water makes it spread and so does rolling. The only way to put it out once it's on a person is to smother it, which is the most painful. AFF's child was in the room watching until someone picked the child up and rushed her into another room. AFF suffered terrible burns and no one is sure if she's make it. AF feels this is all her fault, and has been trying to raise awarness of the dangers of these pointless candles. I'm aware that I have what...3 followers. But nevertheless, if you know about these candles, or own one I beg of you to despose of them! Two other incidents of the same nature happened within weeks of this story. And thanks to my dad who knows "people" a story about this was put into the New York Times a little while ago. AFF is in a special burn unit, and thank the Lord she's fighting for her life with all her will! She can't recieve flowers because of infection risks, but she can recieve cards. I had the idea to send paper flowers to let her know she isn't forgotten and to make up for the lack of the real thing in some small way. That's what this next project is. We are about to get the adress to send these to, and when I know I will post it. Tons of people she doesn't know (like me) are sending cards. And further, if you put a message in the comment section I will design a lovely card and make sure it gets to her with your message on it. Okay, I just found out her name is Becky (I forgot, terrible me!) I'm begging of you to help me with this! Thanks!<br />
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My laptop is being mean and won't let me post this picture of my card. I'll mess around with it in a minute but anyway, if you don't want to send a message (and I really ask that you do!) please keep her in your prayers! The address is:<br />
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<strong>Rebecca Hart</strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Washington Hospital Center, 4H12110 Irving Street NW<br />
Washington, DC 20010-2975</span></b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Thank you for your continued support and prayers.</span><br />
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--Claire<br />
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Hey! I want you all to know I'm not changing this post until I get a certain number of replies! Also, every time I make a card from someone else I will post a pic of it. Let me shout out to Ella, and her friends Grace and Sarah! Thanks a ton! And I mean it! <br />
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And here is your card, Miss Sarah!<br />
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New: I'm happy to announce an update! Becky can sit up now on the edge of her bed for about 30+ minutes! She is really holding on! Thanks for the support! <br />
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And now a lovely card from Goosigirl! Thanks so much for commenting!!! This will be mailed tomorrow!<br />
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Pics from my trip visiting my buddies are coming soon! <br />
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Sooooo....enough about them. They got to be in the last entree and the drama one! <br />
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I know I should have had more time to write but this week I've lived between helping CCGD summer camp and church talent show practices. The show was last night! I sang "Oh Wouldn't it be Loverly" from My Fair Lady as I said I would. Also, I sang backup for Goosigirl who did A-MAZE-ING!!! We had so much fun and raised several thousand dollars for our mission trip to Namibia! I had funeth!<br />
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Just a quick update for you! I'll get back to craftyness soon! I promise!Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-83454571767734163372011-06-05T21:35:00.000-07:002011-06-05T21:35:19.351-07:00<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">So today has been quite the day! The folks just got back from Florida, and a my did we party....ehem....I mean retionally take care of outselves with maturity. Sure..................</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Anyway, (don't you love my font!) we went to church and they were showing this promo vid for my youth group's talent show. Well, the video was make like an American Idol parody showing the "too talented" acts that didn't make it. Since they let everyone in, the acts were staged. I could go into details about how funny they all were, but I will only talk about the funniest one to me, which you will have to put up with. You love me? Right? Don't answer that. It's too painful. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">So my favorite was called "The Wrong Brothers" and involved two of my class members respectivly refered to for (in case you ever try to hunt them down and sue them for making me die of laughter) Instagater and Lab. Anyhow...they both danced to "Dynomite," Instagater with a sparkely green fedora which proptly fell off! (Don't even ask about the nicknames, if you know, great!) Lab did much better frankly, because the point was to make Instagater look like the short dork trying to copy the Lab. Yes...it was strange. Was I above laughter? If you think that you're crazy! My friend said they looked like "skinny white guys dancing" which again, was very true! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">One of them has two of the sweetest, cutest, most preflamma sisters in the WORLD!!! But of couse, one of them just had to say something about her "hunky" brother's dancing. Which is her new word. And natrually, it had to be at church infront of her mom. Considering her brother maybe is 80 lbs...well it's funny! But right then, um..I beat a hasty retreat so as to not bring down the wrath of a mother onto my head, exploding from laughter! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Yes, I pick on my class. But still, they are amazing and I love them!!! In context........please. Whatev' y'all won't listen to m anyway. Why do I even try??? Now that school is out I really miss class, frankly because though we all (sorta) go to the same church, most of them treat me like I don't exist there. :(</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">But it's not that bad. After all, these are teenagers (mostly guys, the girls pay attention to me) we're talking about and when it comes down to it, how much attention do you want from them anyway??? As for me here and now...not much at all. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Just as content as can be for now! Ready to find out if I made youth chorus...ready to help with CCGD summer camp. Ready to see my dear little buddies who moved in Philly, ready to sleep.........</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">xoxo! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: FairydustB; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Goodnight all y'all!</span></span>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-36131874473124139802011-05-28T10:33:00.000-07:002011-05-28T10:33:07.533-07:00Castles in the AirMy friends often joke about how my house will look when I grow up, because I'm such a Victorian nut. So because I'm bored I'm planning it. And showing it to you, because you, my darling fans, are the audience of my fancies! The objects on which I desplay the efforts of my what-to-do-ism! Yes people! That basically means...I need a life. Yeah...<br />
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Anyway, I am finding random online pictures of things I want in my house. So here we go!<br />
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Another thing, I don't like master bedrooms...yes, it's weird. But in my house the master is the guest. At least for a while.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay, so these are more Edwardian but whatever! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So if you are going to be one of those ultramodern people who have a home full of squares, circles, and bright colored plastic furniture with no cushions, and smooth, white surfaces, DON'T VISIT!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, thanks for letting me entertain myself! :)</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-28784408407923115562011-05-22T13:33:00.000-07:002011-05-22T13:33:41.919-07:00CardsSo this won't be a long entree, but I wanted to do a card. I had a chance to make one for a very special friend's birthday the other day (although it's really on Monday). Anyway, here 'tis!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enjoy peoples! Also, school's out so I'll be updating more!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">--Claire-Bear</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-23807339396760666702011-05-15T21:28:00.000-07:002011-05-15T21:28:52.064-07:00RepunzelHey peoples!!! I am very bored because my 2 sissys are sick with some stomach bug and I am locked in my room because it's finals week and I get sick super easily and don't you love my run ons!? SOOOOOOOO just warning you, this is gonna be a super weird entree...<br />
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And here's another cute one:<br />
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Anyway...<br />
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I finally picked a song for tomorrow!!! It's called "Long Time Ago." I learned it in choir my first year, but never forgot it, so it must have been special...haha! Anyway, it's really pretty and I already know it! These are the words:<br />
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On the lake where drooped the willow<br />
Long time ago<br />
Where the rock threw back the billow <br />
Brighter than snow<br />
Dwelt a maid beloved and cherished<br />
By high and low<br />
But the Autumn leaf she perished<br />
Long time ago<br />
Rock and tree and flowing water<br />
Long time ago<br />
Bird and bee and blossom taught her<br />
Love's spell to know<br />
Well to my fond word she listened<br />
Murmuring low<br />
Tenderly her blue eyes glistened<br />
Long time ago<br />
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Pretty, eh? I love the tune, and it's in the perfect key! And yes, Lizzie, I came up with it...ON MY OWN!!! So now I am sportsmanlike! *pic pops up of me as a puny stick-figure and suddenly grows strong and athletic*....yeah...not gonna happen.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-91893692670906262232011-05-11T07:30:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:44:43.736-07:00Hey everyone! <br />
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So, as you can see, I'm changing things a bit. First of all the name...I just liked it better. Also, I'm doing a little more of a vintage blog now. Of course, I will papercraft a lot more after school gets out (19th!!!). But I'm gonna make this blog a little broader. I promise over the summer, you will see a lot more of me. My choir year just finished last night, and I have an audition to prepare for...on Monday...and I still don't know what I'm singing... My piano teacher threw "Panis Angelicus" at me, but according to a certain friend of mine...Ehem...that would be "unsportsmanlike" (is that a word?) because someone else told me she is doing it. I got this great idea to do a solo version of a song called "Arise My Love" that my choir did a little ways back. It would suit my voice really nicely, and with a quick refresher, I would know the song. The problem is...I CAN'T FIND IT ONLINE!!!!!!! GAHHHH!!!! There are million songs in the world with that name and mine just happens to be the one version out of 999,999 that ISN'T ONLINE!!! All I remember are these words:<br />
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Arise my love, and come with me<br />
My fare one, come away with me<br />
All the winter cold is gone<br />
All the rain and clouds are gone<br />
Springtime birds now sing their song<br />
Come away my love<br />
With me<br />
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I think there was something about grapes or something after that but I don't remember. <br />
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Oh, I tried rag curls and wanted to show you my pictures!!! WARNING: THIS IS ME WITH NO MAKEUP ON AS WELL THE LAST PICTURE BEING ME WHEN I FIRST WAKE UP WITH NO MAKEUP ON!!! VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I remembered after school I had to get to a concert and would need to wear my hair up, and that for a presentation I would have to have it in a bun in Science class...so I showered the curl out and went to school with my boring hair.... :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So much for a happy ending...but I will try it again!!!</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-10759755803220676242011-05-04T09:41:00.000-07:002011-05-04T09:41:24.234-07:00I FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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And also, Summer is coming so I will have more time to write! I promise!Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-39769994964783158162011-04-26T15:37:00.000-07:002011-04-26T15:37:54.469-07:00Ode to "Joy"Well...I know I've been neglecting you...but I finally drew my teenager and she looks soooo cool. But then I lost her. :( I know I will find her, I'm just SOOOOOOO bummed! Okay, so she had long kinda wavy blond hair with black streaks and heavy eyeliner. I modeled her after Avril Lav-somethinghoweveryouspellthat. I promise, it exists! I just have no means of getting to it. <br />
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Okay, so I really need ideas. i'm going to start working on cards soon because Summer is coming and it's the season of parties! <br />
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Also, I really really really have become obsessed with "My Fair Lady!" I've been memorizing all her lines and songs, one of which I might do at a talent show...maybe. So...<br />
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I"M GOING TO MAKE A PAPER DOLL SET FOR IT!!!<br />
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I bet you saw that coming, but Audrey Hepburn is just amazing and sooo beautiful and the clothes in the movie...amazing! <br />
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That's my short update! Bye!<br />
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-Claire-BearClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-11255163631609826922011-04-13T07:31:00.000-07:002011-04-13T07:31:50.305-07:00If You Love Science Skip the Fist PartWell blog friends, I've been sick. I would honestly rather have the flu than a sore throat, because I can't sing!!! I wanted to go home from school yesterday but I didn't, it being so close to the end of the year. I told me homeroom teacher/head master that I might randomly start to cry because of my friends who are moving. (yes, you can worry yourself sick...) The others thought this was funny and one said, "So what will the teacher think if you start crying in science class?" Well, the thing is, I pretty m uch cry every science class. It's hard to take in this stuff. I mean, come on! No, we don't sit on a chair, the atoms we are comprised of cause us to float just fractions of mm above it. I mean, really people, what IS that??? I might as well read Hebrew as my science book. Pretty much the only thing I get is the conjunctions. Okay, I have spewed about science, time to move on. Anyway, I did start to cry in that class and English too. Felt so sick with this darn cold that when I came home, I couldn't even stand up. I walked like Jack Sparrow! Then I cried for ages, and then went to take a rest and do some searching around for these treasures: <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I adore these! So beautiful! Yes, I love all things vintage. But as for that teenager, there may very well be another post on her. She'll have blond hair and black highlights! Oh, and you noticed that I redecorated? Well, here are the rest of the old victorian pictures that I found!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite a hat!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just thought this one was pretty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a dress! And hair! And Waist!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of my two favs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This comes in 2nd</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, those hats!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here is my other fav. She looks so sweet!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-80358618053760847982011-04-10T12:12:00.000-07:002011-04-10T12:16:16.853-07:00Okay, so I know that I promised I would do a teenage doll, and I will! Eventually... But I keep designing these gowns that are sooo pretty on that website I mentioned. Here they are: <br />
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<object height="266" id="BLOG_video-FAILED-0" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="FAILED" width="320"></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This most likely won't work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So anyway, it's called Mayfield, after their last name. And yes, I have copywrite and am entering it in a contest and will publish it. So why am I putting on the world wide web? I don't know. I'm very trusting. Haha! Enjoy!</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-62850899375320040212011-04-06T09:47:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:47:33.839-07:00The Theater! (act II)<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ok everyone! I finally have the pics from the play. The person in Purple or silver is me, and everyone else are my crazy-awesome friends. And yes, some of the guys had to be girls. This is "Trojan Women." We had like 2 months, so we used scrips if we wanted. Goosigirl, thanks for the pics! BTW, they are out of order and some are fuzzy.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyekw1ZPfix6dqwysVWYAXt9xn7hwgr_oKdc7Y1WS7GH3PhnbAHu-sM5LK2-4facrRZAidPVXEMiE4XbirJpFPjEJIPiy2SArFDuYKJG6KRmsHsddaqBjVSNY_KM2QRdfKhuL1OcEbmYo/s1600/Erin%2527s%252520GCA%2525202011%252520001%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyekw1ZPfix6dqwysVWYAXt9xn7hwgr_oKdc7Y1WS7GH3PhnbAHu-sM5LK2-4facrRZAidPVXEMiE4XbirJpFPjEJIPiy2SArFDuYKJG6KRmsHsddaqBjVSNY_KM2QRdfKhuL1OcEbmYo/s320/Erin%2527s%252520GCA%2525202011%252520001%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the last act, where I'm being hauled away. :( but laughable!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jk! Good job to everyone! This was so much fun!</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-33377446013800387602011-04-04T11:47:00.000-07:002011-04-04T11:47:45.744-07:00The Theater!Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting! I had a crazy week. First of all, my school did a play. (I started to type "my play did a school"...that's how tired I am!) Took up a ton of time. I was waiting on a friend to e-mail me her pictures, but I didn't feel like waiting. <br />
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I don't love the sight for all its content, but this page was helpful and I will probably make a doll to go with it. But don't think this means I'm done drawing! That's the fun part! This just saves some time.<br />
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The website does more than vintage, and I will use it for my teenage doll! Thanks for all the comments! Gtg!<br />
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--ClaireClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468126404915091226.post-29515003690699484542011-03-28T11:34:00.000-07:002011-03-28T11:34:16.453-07:00Well I'm back. It was a long busy weekend and I didn't feel like writing. I had a concert on Sunday when I intended to post. Sorry! Anway, it seems my few fans want me to work on a modern teenager. That's really out of my specialty, but I'm going yo try. At the same time, people, please give me ideas to finish my faerie! I've been neglecting her. :(<br />
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Yes, in order to do that you must post a comment. Is that really so hard??? I happen to love comments, but I don't have any...boohoo. So if you love me, comment. Please!<br />
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If you all can give me outifit ideas for the teenager too that would be helpful. That also involves a comment. And if you really love me, you can also ask me to make you a set. Yes, I am nice that way. I'm not asking for money, just a COMMENT!!!<br />
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Don't worry...I'm alright. <br />
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Idea: should I make the teenager with two wigs and a flatiron to pretend to do her hair?Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08092242762427317973noreply@blogger.com2