AHHHH! Hannah is 16! Omigosh that is the weirdest thing ever. She’s on her way here at the moment and I’m completely expecting her to walk through the door and I won’t even recognize the gorgeous woman who greets me. Of course, she won’t be any different, only the sly smile on her mouth will show that she has changed, and she will have only changed in mind and thought, but all the same I will see her differently. Not in a bad way differently, but differently. I will do the same thing to Mackenna, and maybe they will do the same to me. It’s like the passing of a giant test; I have survived and have a number to show for it. I lived life and made it this far, look at my cool medal. You don’t really see how fast life is until you turn 16 and then it’s like, whoa… slow down Nellie, give me some time to live before I’m grown and old and fastened to a wheelchair. I think people get so caught up in doing stuff and getting better and winning and completing and gaining, that we don’t realize that we are just fading, we should be surviving and we are only dying. It’s actually pretty sad. Slow down guys, live a little. And Hannah, now that you are 16 you can start living life on the highway. But, please keep within the speed limit… =}

Thanksgiving was great, mom and I ran in the 33^rd annual Turkey Trot, a 5k run and it was fun stuff. then we went home, and took showers and blasted to my grandparents, breaking the speed limit a total of 4 times, and never getting caught[that’s the point], and we pulled in as they were calling all the kids in to eat so we were saved a lecture about being late. Hehe. I actually didn’t take very many pictures, maybe 6? But I’ll make a Holidays album on Picasa when I have time. Mostly they’re of me and my cousins. All my cute little cousins. I only have one cousin that’s my age, all the others are either under the age of 9 or away in college. Yeah, and Kerri lives in Georgia part time so I’m pretty much hanging with the little kiddos, but hey, I have noooo problem with that. Little kids don’t have drama any bigger than “It’s MY turn with the stick!” so it works out pretty well. :> We started a tradition [??] yesterday of the Family Kickball game. I think we’re gonna keep doing it. Prolly every year. It was a blast! My team totally won, but playing kickball in a field that hasn’t been mowed in over 4 years is a tiny bit difficult, so we didn’t really keep track. You know the best part about thanksgiving? Sneaking back into the kitchen after lunch and pigging out on all the leftover food, turkey, ham, and that awesome God-sent green bean casserole. Thank the lord for that crispy onion covered gunk.

The Hiens are in!! I’m sitting in the living room typing and everyone is talking around me. You remember? I how I’m into the whole being surrounded by people and not having to talk to any of them? Yupp, this is it. Amazing stuff. I can hear Anna talking about Ben and joey’s hair and dainel is running his fingers through his and still I’m writing away. Clickety-clickety-click. Andrew is on his Dell in the chair next to me and he’s writing too, maybe I should e-mail him and ask him what he’s writing… hmmm…

I’ve got more to talk about but Hannah is almost here and it’s hard to write sitting on a couch with my long arms.

Happy hollydays


[fun with Picasa]

Aichmophobia- Fear of needles or pointed objects. [That was for you Hannah]

Blennophobia- Fear of slime

Boogyphobia-fear of the boogyman

Geniophobia- Fear of chins

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words [wow]

Ideophobia- Fear of ideas

Ostraconophobia- Fear of shellfish [“Look out! IT’S A SHELLFISH!!!]

Panophobia- Fear of everything

Peladophobia- Fear of bald people

Scoleciphobia- fear of worms [This is me!]

Selenophobia- Fear of the moon [Katie and I don’t understand this one]

Trichopathophobia- Fear of hair

Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat

Angoraphobia: The fear of soft sweaters and [not just soft sweaters, and not just rabbits, but soft sweaters AND rabbits]
rabbits

Phobaphobia: The fear of fear itself [now that would stink. “I’m so scared that I might get scared! Wait… YAHHHH!!!”]

These are cracking me up! I’m having a good day...

Tomorrow is going to be awesome! Hannah and I are spending the WHOLE day in Frisco and we are doing some major shopping! EEEKKKKK! I’m so hyped that I’m typing to fast and my words aare jumlbning togerter!!!! I’m texting Hannah right now and she’s in line to see Twilight so I’m calling her a sinner and sticking my tongue out at my phone.

I got an e-mail today from Mackenna that had this posted on the bottom. My new favorite saying. “Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.” HAHA!!! Love, love, LOVE it Mackenna.

They finally finished the road work on our highway! THANK THE MAKER! It’s actually not finished but you can drive on it now which means none of that squeaking by and almost scraping your blasted paint off on those sissy orange upside-down ice cream cones. Gosh I hate that!

Birthmark update! Though, I haven’t told ya’ll about my birthmark so it’s not really an update. Loooong story short? My birthmark on my side started changing color so my Dr. told me to get it checked. This was done and the Dermatologist decided to take it off in case it had cancer. A small shot and a potato peeler[like, no joke] later, and Charlie is no longer attached to me. I have a hole in my side and my dad is trying to get me to let him stick a straw in it so he can try to suck out my insides. That would be really weird. But my results came in yesterday and I’m cancer free! Woop woop! I’ll post a pic of my biopsy wound at the end of my post. Yeah, that’s what it’s called. A biopsy wound. Or a bullet hole, that’s what it looks like. Oh! And I can’t take ibuprofen! It’s on my “Biopsy Wound Care” sheet and no ibuprofen is there on the bottom. Why? I don’t know… it’s a little cooky if you ask me.

Good music isn’t a thing, Good Music is a feeling. Good Music makes everything better. Good Music wraps its fingers around your heart, and squeezes so that you can barely breathe, tearing your very soul in two and pouring a mixture of every feeling possible into it. Love, hate, sorrow, delight, longing, satisfaction, and a sense of gratification. And all the while, every ounce of your being wants to cry out and make it stop, it’s too beautiful, but the Music is so moving, so captivating, that you want to wrap yourself in its arms and get lost. And so you do nothing, staying silent, and you close your eyes. This is what it means to be lost in a song. This is Good Music. This is true love.

I bought 10 new songs. Are you proud? I’m satisfied. I’ll have to list them later. I’m feeling like browsing blogs. And maybe reading some comics. Keep cool!

My Jesus is my best friend. My Jesus is always there for me. My Jesus loves me unconditionally, and he never leaves me feeling sad or depressed. My Jesus is amazing, his astonishing powers never fail. My Jesus is the spark in my life, my Jesus is unstoppable.

My Jesus is my role model.  

He is special, he is breathtaking, he is stunning and incredible. My Jesus is out of this world. My Jesus speaks to me, words of comfort. My Jesus is my security blanket. My Jesus is the light in my darkness, the treasured oxygen mask in my underwater abyss. My Jesus is life.

My Jesus isn’t like you think, he doesn’t have long flowing hair. My Jesus is a rockstar, he wears baggy jeans and a hoodie. My Jesus doesn’t need makeup to look “cool”, My Jesus was the one who decided what “cool” meant. My Jesus doesn’t need a clique to be popular; he stands out on his own. My Jesus is his own clique.

My Jesus wears Chuck Taylors.

My Jesus sits with me, and I tell him my problems. My Jesus loves me more than anything. And he tells me so. My Jesus calls me “Daughter.” My Jesus tells great stories. He can be confusing at times, but in the end he always makes sense. It might take a day or maybe even a lifetime, but I always understand him.

My Jesus is an author. He has millions of books published, under millions of different names of course. He doesn’t want to sound like he’s showing off.

My Jesus doesn’t care about his weight; he eats McDonalds and Pizza Hut whenever he wants to. My Jesus is awesome. He is crazy. He is funky and wild. My Jesus is extreme.

My Jesus my maker, and Lord, don’t ever let me forget it.

“Winter is burning your tongue on a hastily anticipated hot chocolate sip.” - Unknown

I love that! Yes, I deliberately search for anonymous quotes because that makes them more mysterious. –Chants twilight zone theme-

Little bit of Christmas cheer for ya there. I’m feeling the spirit. The jolly old Christmas. I’m drinking hot chocolate. With those chalky little marshmallows. I love those things. Why can’t you buy those? Like in a giant bonus size package. Like at Sam’s!  You should be able to. I should start packaging them and selling them. I would make millions. Or maybe just thousands. Why doesn’t that sound as cool as “millions?” I mean picture it, “I make Millions.” And “I make Thousands.” Thousands just sounds lame-o.

Am I the only stink-ing person on the face of this town who is loving the cold weather? I mean who cares if it’s been rainy! ITS COLD DANGIT! Be happy! I actually used my mattress heating pad last night, of course I didn’t really need it, and I have been drinking tea like there is no tomorrow, and I am in need of more socks let me put that out there, anyone feeling generous? I’d like an iTunes giftcard as well… and while we’re on the subject of giving me gifts… just kiddin.

Vitamin watah!!!!

I love iTunes shuffle. I absolutely adore the feeling you get when a song plays that you haven’t heard in for-eve-r and you feel like you’ve found an old friend. Hello old friend. I think that’s the name of an album. Maybe by the rocket summer? I don’t know. Yeah, I just looked it up, it’s Hello, Good Friend. That guy thinks he’s “all that” you know. Haha. All that. Seriously, what is… “all that?” These are the questions we must ask.

Oooo, Revolution by Grey Holiday! HELLO OLD FRIEND!

My English Grandparents came in for a few days starting last Friday and they are gonna leave tomorrow. It’s a totally bummer but I know they are probably ready to get home. We can get A little crazy. No I’m just kidding. They’re crazier than we are. Haha, you know they talk in English accents and this is how my dad decided to spell some of the words they say. Try to figure out what words they are. They are in English. Ha.

Pataada.

Toemaayda.

Haha! Can you figure it out? Try sounding it out, and then adding an English accent. Hehe. Awesome right?

Falling Over by Disciple. HELLO OLD FRIEND! Very very good song. Best Disciple song, maybe even beating Game On!

I have poison ivy on my arm from the sleepover! I’m mad. My arm itches like dog cruddy! It’s a huge long red rash mark thingy. It’s sooooooo annoying.

In soccer(excuse us Mexico, Spain and Italy, we mean futbol) there isn’t a more exciting moment than when the announcer screams “goooooooooooal” (Yelling oooofffsiddddnever quite caught on). With that said, we added b vitamins and guarana to give you an extra kick(pun intended) , so now when you’re watching soccer, playing soccer, coaching soccer, driving kids to soccer, or doing anything that starts with “Socc” and ends with “Er”, you too can have the energy of a raving lunatic to yell :goooooooal.”

I love vitamin water labels.

I’m getting sleepy and I reeeallly need to do my civics homework. –makes annoyed face- I think I’ll make myself a strawberry smoothie for breakfast. I mean not right now, but tomorrow. That sounds good.

My lyrics today. Dadgummit this song’s been making me cry all day. SOMETIMES I HATE BEING A GIRL BECAUSE I’M SO EMOTIONAL! Ughuhh.

Eleven Regrets

Put my head up against the wall
I couldn’t help but stall
with eleven regrets and one flower
I’m lost and I’m ashamed
Cause all I have to give
Is eleven regrets and one flower

My God what I have become?
A broken man with no second chances
Who am I to say that you’re to blame?
I want to be who I say I am
But my actions show that I modestly can’t
Have I’ve turned into what I hate?
And I wonder what You think
When You’re staring down at me
Is it time to intervene?

Consequences are interesting
When the thorns penetrate
But can’t go deep enough to bleed
Oh I wish right now that was the case
What kind of example am I
If I continue this way defiling my life?
What if they knew me like You do?
And I wonder what You think
When You’re staring down at me
Is it time to intervene?

[My key line]And I wonder what You think
When You’re staring down at me
Is it time to intervene?
And I wonder what she’ll think
When she’s staring down at me
Maybe it’s time to intervene?

If you marri​ed the perso​n you last texte​d,​ what would​ your last name be? Vaughn… that is weird…

Would​ you prefe​r to be calle​d babe or baby?​ Haha, I’ve always loved it when my mom calls me baby, but only when it’s with a certain tone, otherwise it means I did something wrong.

Do you fall in love reall​y easy?​ With kids and shoes and puppy dogs… yes!

What does your hair look like right now? Ponytail.

What did you do on Satur​day?​ Today be Saturday!

What kind of mood are you in? Very tired, hungry, and kind of wound up.

Do you feel awkwa​rd when stran​gers say hi to you? Yes, but after the fact it’s really funny.

Are you any diffe​rent now than you were a year ago? Very very very much so.

Is anyth​ing upset​ting you right​ now? I’m a little frustrated at one of my friends.

Do you hate being​ alone​?​ NO. I love being alone; really, my favorite thing to be is alone, surrounded by tons of people. I want everybody talking and laughing around me, but I don’t want anyone talking or laughing to me.

Who was the last perso​n you cried​ in front​ of and why? Probably my mom or Mackenna.

What’​s on your sched​ule for tomor​row? Woot woot! Sleep in and do nothing.

Does anyon​e know your passw​ord besid​es you? My parents know all my passwords. As I see it, if I’m not willing to give them to my parents then I must be doing something I’m ashamed of.

Where​ are you? Sitting at the bar. At my house. How could ya’ll think what I know your thinking? For shame.

Is tomor​row going​ to be a good day? Yes it will. Hallelujah amen you are dismissed.

Ever throw​n up in publi​c?​ More than once.

What’​ s on your mind RIGHT​ NOW? “I want some coffee.” 

How long until​ your birth​day?​ 93 days.

What makes​ you happy​?​ My family, people who aren’t’ afraid to be funny, good tea, flurry inspirations, black coffee,  and caramel.

Could​ you go an entir​e month​ witho​ut talki​ng to your best frien​d? no way!

Would​ you rathe​r have an old class​ic car or a brand​ new car? Definitely an old classic, as long as it was in great working condition.

What mall do you shop at most often​?​ The Sherman mall.

Do you think​ Hawai​i reall​y is a dream​ vacat​ion?​ I don’t really get this question…

Do you own a pair of rolle​rblad​es?​ Oh yeah.

Which​ is bette​r:​ New Years​ Eve or New Years​ day? New years eve.

What is excit​ing about​ new years​ day? The alcoholic beverages.

Do you REALL​Y laugh​ out loud EVERY​ time you type ‘ LOL’ ? I try to, otherwise it’s lying and the bible says don’t lie.

What was the best thing​ about​ middl​e schoo​l?​ The fact that I was through with bottom school.

Do you draw on your shoes​ / cloth​es?​ Yes!

Befor​e myspa​ce & faceb​ook was creat​ed what did you do on the inter​net?​ Facebook? Whats facebook?

Which​ was bette​r:​ freez​e tag or hide & go seek?​ Freeze tag! And what do you mean, was better?

Are you afrai​d of needl​es?​ Not really.

What’s your biggest fear? Small closed in spaces.

What are you looking forward to? At the moment? Getting some chapstick for my danged dry lips!

What’s bugging you? My spray-paint covered hands.

What is the first thing you notice about people?  Normally their smile, and then hair and then shoes and then clothes and then faces.

What do you hear in the background? A clock and everybody sniffling.

What are you wearing? Tee-shirt, jeans, socks.

What are you going to do when you’re finished with this survey? I think I might get some coffee! Or tea if there is no coffee.

I’m not going to talk much about the basketball sleepover we had last night, I printed off all 98 pictures I took, and I’m going to put them in an album. I’ll bring the album in my bag everywhere I go and if you see me I’ll show them to you! I might give small details later.

May your life be fruitful and may coffee bean plants always flourish.

God protect and keep us.

Psalm 50:15

Call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you.

1 Chronicles 16:11

Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always.

“A pumpkin is a large yellow vegetable with a think orange flesh used on October 31^st to show how horrid we all are at carving” – Unknown

Trick or treat. Smell my feet. I named them stinky and pete.

I wrote that.

I helped at a trunk or treat at a friend’s church this Halloween, which was a cool thing to do. It was really fun! We don’t do anything for Halloween, my family, but it was nice to help out. I dressed up in black cargo’s and a black shirt and mom and Micaela helped me paste trash and popcorn and candy wrappers all over it, and I was a theater floor. Genius? yes, I know. And I was dubbed “white trash.” And I rocked the white trash look. I have to say, there is almost nothing cuter than a little boy dressed up in a buffed out Hulk suit. With all the green muscles? He was about 5 and instead of throwing me the “Smell my feet” line he took the pixie stix I offered him and asked, “Wanna feel my muscles?” aww!!!! I felt the cute little cotton things and he grinned so big! “Whoa, do you work out?” He looked confused for a minute but recovered quickly. “Oh yeah, wanna feel them again?” -Grins- loved it. So the night was spent taking turns handing out pixie stix and listening to music and talking. Yeah, I can listen to music and talk at the same time. Mad skills. It was a bunch of fun. I’m glad I went.

Play practice goes well, it’s a little awkward trying to act like I’m in love with mackenna’s brother. But because I know him it’s not as weird as it very well could be. We’ll pull through. It’s going to be a fun play. =}

My latest way of expressing myself is writing flurries. That’s what Hannah dubbed them. So far she’s the only one who has read them. I’m very weird about letting people read stuff I’ve written. Not blog entries of course, but like stories, or flurries. Hannah I love that! Flurries. So flurries are words that I am feeling or seeing at the time of “the writing” that I describe. I’m quickly filling a notebook full of them. One page per flurry. I won’t post them, if you want to read them you’ll have to ask me specifically, and I’ll consider it. Like I said, I’m weird about letting people read stuff like that. You have to be a “certain” kind of person I guess haha. But here are the titles of my most recent ones. I’m writing two or three a day. My ones from today are “Clouds” and “Pumpkins.” Some others are “Fear” “Darkness” and “Cold.” I keep my notebook, a dictionary, and a thesaurs all together and carry them in my backpack, in case of sudden inspiration. >D I plug in my iPod and turn on Change by Lystra’s Silence, the only song I can write to, and let the ink flow. I’m loving it. I usually write after or before reading my bible in the morning or at night. And it’s usually outside. I can write inside but it’s not as cool. I haven’t really said anything to anyone about writing a lot lately, mainly because it seems like a lot of my friends write, and if I start writing and be like “hey I wrote something the other day, wanna read it?” or “I’ve started writing a lot lately.” They get all offended and be like “You’re only writing cause I said I liked doing that” or bogus like that and I know it shouldn’t matter what they say but It does, unfortunately.

Still haven’t bought my music yet, I’m discovering new loves every day, pertaining to the field of music of course. My newest loves being Time after Time by Spoken and My Immortal by Evanescence. Especially that last one. That is a great song. I love singing it.

Oooooo… I’m on my laptop Brennon with my earphones plugged in, jamming to iTunes on shuffle and Going Under by Evanescence is playing. This is a good song to sing in the shower. Just a thought. It’s a… shower-song. A Shong. A Sower. Whatever.

I have been watching bits and nodules of Jurassic Park 2 for the last week, because I haven’t had time to sit down and watch the whole thing. I’m planning on finishing it tonight. I’m halfway through I think. I know it’s the cheesy one but I haven’t seen it so… I guess I’ll blog off[ha] and watch it. Starting at the part where that one guy [the one with the fish?] just got eaten by those little dinosaur things. Curbys? Carpies? What the heck were they called? I don’t remember. Obviously. Ha.

God gave me this verse today. Psalms 22:22 “I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.” Not just, when I feel like it, or, in my quiet time. All the time. Wow. In the congregation. Everywhere! All the time Lord, I will shout your name, and let it be known that I. live. For. You. Only you. Whoa. That’s good stuff,

Signing off.

Walking on sunshine. Whoa ooooh! Iiiiiiii’mmm walkin’ on suunshineeeee. 

Get this. I saw an add for a truck for sale in the paper today and I called the dude to see how much he wanted for it. Low mileage, 2004 ford ranger. Hmmm looks do-able… but get this, thanks to Google I have discovered that it gets only 19 mpg’s on the highway. And 15 on the streets. No way. Your can keep your ford ranger thank YOU. [btw I got his voicemail when I called. I’ll have to call back Scott, but thank you anyway.]

I have officially decided that since it’s almost 100% unlikely that I will get a VWB for my first car, a truck is the only other car that suits me. I will have no other. I REFUSE to buy a rundown old nasty thing for my first truck so mom and dad, you guys are stuck with me driving the sub or the accord until I can afford a nice-ish truck. Durn for ya’ll haha. But then I can make grocery runs. EHEHEHE! That’s the coolest thing to say. Though, at the rate my driver’s ed is going, it will be quite a while… 

Cold weather is the most amazing that has happened to me all year. Ha. That was funny.  

New stories! I have had insperration! And I now have a cool black and wehite bumpy-looking notebook that is filling up fastly with writings. But I can’t tell you about them yet because that would spoil the magic. *sings* the magic of writinggggggguh!!

I’m done.