More embarrassing stuff!

I found another of my old notebooks! These notebooks really hold some, er, interesting stuff.

When I was nine, I took a writing class at our library. One of the assignments was to write a limerick. Who knew that six years later, I'd still be writing these crazy poems????

Anyway, here is my untitled limerick:

There once was a boy who had a great toy.

He loves his toy, but he gave it to Roy.

Roy is his best friend.

They loved to pretend.

The toy gives them joy, they love it, oh boy.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad. But I do think I've improved a lot since then.

Now here is a limerick from this past school year.
My composition class was assigned a patriotic poetry project. It turned out to be a lot of fun, writing all these poems. One, however, was just a little sillier than the rest.

"Betsy Ross"

The woman who was Betsy Ross,

Sewed to and fro with her floss.

She made the first flag,

With a jig and a jag,

And totally wowed Mr. Ross.

Funny, right? My composition class seemed to like it, though, so I thought I might as well share it with the blogging world.

Have a great day!

Soccer players' hairstyles

I'm still *sniff* trying to recover from the USA loss to Ghana-------so this post will be very short.

Just wanted to share another gallery of hilarious pictures from the World Cup. Enjoy.

http://g.sports.yahoo.com/soccer/world-cup/blog/dirty-tackle/post/The-most-entertaining-hair-of-the-2010-World-Cup?urn=sow,251738

Personally, I think Messi and Bendter's hairstyles are actually kind of cool.
Annoying, but cool.

Love,

The World's Reaction to Landon Donovan's Game Winning Goal

Just when you think that soccer isn't important to Americans......................................
Gotta check this out.

USA!USA!USA!USA!USA!
We will go.......................all...............................the..........................WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I got this great idea from Hope at fourtwelve-hope.blogspot.com/------- A weekly recap!



Every Friday I'll do a recap, so you can get a feel for what my week was like! Enjoy!

My Weekly Recap

It's stuck in my head: 'Blink' by Revive

Gotta frame it:

I learned my lesson: A tennis match can go on for more than one day!

This about sums up my week: HOT!!!!!!!

I'll remember it forever: The USA national soccer team defeating Algeria in the World Cup!!!!

Psalm of the week: The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stonghold in times of trouble.

Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:9-10

And there is my week! I enjoyed coming up with these answers and can't wait until next week!!!

Have a great weekend,

A special celebration-----and a sad defeat

Let me begin this post by painting a picture for you.
The time is about 10 pm, local time. The place--Durban, South Africa. The scene is set with 22 players.
Their battle has been long and grueling. The players are tired, but their fight is almost over. Both sides have been evenly matched the entire show.
A three-minute warning is shown. The players, all desiring a victory, push themselves harder.
Then, suddenly, a shrieking whistle pierces the air. The soccer stadium in Durban is a swarm of differing emotions.
On one side, 11 men show despair. Some of them throw their arms up in dismay. Others throw themselves to the ground, agony clear on their faces.
Their opponents show different emotions. Jumping up and down as a group, they relish in their victory. After a few jumps, two players separate themselves from the throng. They clasp hands, kneel, and bow their heads. A moment later, a few comrades join them. They all form a circle, drape their arms around each other's shoulders, and continue their prayer of thankfulness. The chaos surrounding them cannot penetrate their quiet circle of prayer.

This little scene is the ending of the World Cup game between South Korea and Nigeria yesterday.
In the picture above, you can see the emotion I described to you: the players huddled together, giving thanks to God for their victory. Even though it is just a soccer game, they are glorifying God by representing their country on the sport's biggest stage.

South Korea moves on to the round of 16, but Nigeria does not. Below, you can see Park Ji-Sung, the S.K. captain, overcome with emotions of victory.

The Nigerian players are also overcome with emotions, but ones of sadness.
Alas, every team has its good days and its bad days. This was South Korea's good day: They made their first second-round placement on foreign soil, ever! Good day for them!

Not so much for Nigeria. Another African team was ejected from the World Cup. It's always sad to see teams go home, but especially for Nigeria: The World Cup is taking place on their continent! Every African team was expecting to at least make it to the Second-Round. I suppose they will just have to cheer on their fellow continent-countryment (totally not a word!), Ghana, play against USA!
But that's another post for another time.

Ciao!

Father's Day and sunglasses

This year, Father's Day kind of snuck up on me.

My family wasn't really prepared to give Dad a gift (sorry!) until Father's Day.



Don't we just sound like such a caring, loving family? ;)



But Dad was happy with his gift, and we were all very happy with his choice for dinner: Texas Roadhouse.



Can you say, to quote Rachel Ray, "Yummo?!?"



Of course, Father's Day isn't really about getting your dad something, or even taking an excuse to go out to dinner. No, Father's Day is something special-----a day where you can tell your dad how much you love him, without feeling too awkward.



So, even though it's a little late, here's a little award to my dad:

This Award clearly states

That my Father

is officially

The Best Father in the Whole World.

In addition to being a great soccer coach, role model, and friend.

Love you Dad!!!!!

And now, in case you were a little teary-eyed after that remarkable post *hah* here's a little something to laugh over:



Yes, that is my little bubbsy, Samwise Gamgee. And yes, those are my sunglasses (just $5.00 at Payless!!!!).
We were just about to leave for Texas Roadhouse when I had a sudden moment of brilliance: What better way to show off my new sunglasses to my faithful followers than on my beautiful Bichon Frise????? This picture is now my computer background, so I can always see my Sammy wearing my sunglasses. LOL! =)
Enjoy your week, ya'll.

New design, my weekend

It was definitely time for a change around here.............enter new background! I like this one because it's funky and colorful, while my last one was rather sweet and spring-like. This one reminds me of summer.



And then, my weekend: NOTHING!



Haha, just kidding. The weekend really began Friday, when the US team played Slovenia. I was sure we would beat them rather easily, but I was wrong. By halftime, we were down 2-0. How annoying!!!!!!



But I guess there was some sort of pep talk at halftime, because then we were back on track.



Landon Donovan scored a fantastic goal to bring our hopes back up. Then, a little while later, Michael Bradley (son of the US team's coach!) scored a very nice half-volley to tie the score at 2-2.


By this time, we were sure that the US could eek out a win.

But then: time for some controversy.

Late in the game, with just a few minutes to play, a US player was fouled just outside the Slovenian box. Donovan set the ball up, prepared to deliver one of his bending balls in to the box for someone (most likely six-foot-four defender Oguchi Onyewu) to get a head on it.

What happened next will go down in the history books.

Donovan bent it in. Amid the chaos of defenders vs. forwards, Maurice Edu managed to connect with Donovan's cross. The ball deflected perfectly off his foot, past the Slovenian keeper, and in to the net.


Mom and I started screaming in joy. Then the screams turned to agony.

Edu held his head in his hands as the referee (Koman Coulibaly, from Mali) whistled the play dead.

Coulibaly was instantly surrounded by outraged US players, demanding to know why he had called back the goal.

Perhaps the referee didn't understand English. Perhaps he was a bit overwhelmed by his first job as a World Cup referee. Or perhaps he was just intimidated by the swarm of players around him.
Whatever the scenario, Coulibaly gave no reason for calling back Edu's goal. He simply gave the Slovenians a free kick and moved on.

Mom and I were frantic! What could the referee have seen that would have convinced him to call back the goal?

For the rest of the day, sports analysts tried to see the situation from Coulibaly's viewpoint. Who could he have called the foul on?

Was it Edu, trying to avoid his defender?

Or Carlos Bocenagra, attempting (rather unsuccessfully) to wriggle free of his opponent's vice-like grip?

Surely he would not have called a foul on Michael Bradley, who was practically getting mugged?

As ESPN analyst Alexi Lalas said, lots of things go on in the penalty area during a free kick. Players are shoving and pushing to get to the ball. It's part of the game.

But our players getting harassed, and we get called for the foul? Unbelievable.



There's my rant for the week. Don't worry though: WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS ON WEDNESDAY!


Enjoy your weekend.

Love,

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK WHAT FINALLY CAME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny video

Check out this video!!! I love sea turtles. ;)

Definitely LOL

In one of my first posts, I promised to show you some stories I've written. Well, I decided it was high-time for you all to experience my quality workmanship.


WARNING: THE FOLLOWING UNEDITED EXCERPT WAS WRITTEN BY AN EIGHT-YEAR OLD GIRL. NOT SUITABLE FOR VIEWERS WHO HAVE TROUBLE READING BAD GRAMMAR, SPELLING, OR JUST A DUMB PLOT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!

Let us begin:





If you look very hard in the ocean, past the coral reefs, past all the seaweed, you will see the kingdom of the sea people.
Now, in this wonderful kingdom, there is a king who rules all of the sea kingdom. He has four daughters and he loves them all very much. The girl's names are: Shelly, Pearl, Coral, and Kelp. Here is their story........

"I wish I could see a land child," said Kelp. "I don't," said Pearl. "I do," said Shelly.
Coral sighed and swam to her room to rest. When she woke up, it was time for dinner.
She put on her best earings and necklece, for some young mer-men were to be there. Then she called for her seahorse, and got some seaweed for her. The the seahorse (who's name was Sparkle) pulled up to the door, so Coral gave her the seaweed and hopped on.
Since Coral was eighteen, and very pretty, many mer-men liked to court her. She didn't court very much, although many of the mer-men were very handsome.
Her older sisters, Shelly and Pearl, liked to court. They wre always flirting with mer-men. The mer-men didn't pay very much attien to the, although Shelly, 24, had the blackest hair you ever saw, and Pearl, 21, had eyes so blue, you would the think the sky was reflecting off her eyes.
Kelp, on the other hand, had such long eye-lashes, that you would think she was 20, instead of 13.
Coral was much more beaitufl than her sisters. She had red hair and eyes so green, you'd thinks he had seaweed in her eyes.
Their mother had died six years ago and their father, King Triton, was trying to find a queen. That is why Coral was so dressed up.

"Whoa, Sparkle!" Coral said, for they were at the dining room. Coral hopped off, and went into the dinning room, where the guests were waiting. Since her father and sisters were not ready yet, she greeted them and told them her father would be out shortly.
"Oh, no hurry, dear," said the duchess. "We ate some canned seaweed on the way here, so I am not very hungry. But I am sure Alex, Dave, and Kate would like some food," she said, pointing to her son and servants.

"I also have a daughter about your age, Coral." the duchess said. "She will be along tomorrow."
"Oh, what is her name?" asked Coral.

"Jenna" said the duchess.

"She is really pretty," said Dave.

"He really likes her," said Kate.

But does she like him?" asked Coral.

"I don't know," said Kate. "But I think I've made a friend.

"Me too!" said Coral. "How old are you?

"I am 17."

"Why, I'm 18!" said Coral.

Just then King Triton came in, along with Shelly, Pearl, and Kelp.

"Oh, so gla dyou could come, Maria." said King Triton to the duchess. "Ah, and you too, Sir Alex. I see you have met my daughter, Coral."

Oh yes, and what a fine daughter is is. You have brought her up well, Triton. Oh, who are these sweet girls?"

"These are my other duaghterss: Shelly, Pearl, and Kelp. Girls, say hello to the Grand Duchess."

"Hi," was all they could say, for they were looking at Alex, and they thought he was the most handsome mer-man they had ever seen.

"Uh, hi," said Alex, looking uncertain.

Coral rolled her yes and whispered to Kate, "Looks like Dave isn't the only one gogle-eyes over someone."

Kate giggled. "Oh, I want to show something to you." said Kate.

She swam to her sea-horse, dug around in the bags (which were on the sea-horse) and pulled out a little shell. (In our world, it would be a box)

Coral swam over to her. "Well, what's in it?" asked Coral.

"I can't show it to you here," said Kate. "It's kinda a secret.

"Oh." said Coral. "We can go to my room."

They hopped on their sea-horses and went to Coral's room.

"Oh, it's so pretty!" said Kate, comenting on Coral's room.

"Thanks," said Coral, but what's in the shell?"

"Oh, its a family heirloom." said Kate. She opened the shell and, inside, lay a beautiful ruby.

"Oh my!" said Coral. That's really pretty!"

"Thanks, but please promise not to tell anyone, 'cause if word gets out, I'm in big trouble."

"What do you mean?" asked Coral.

"What I mean," said Kate, "is that its a magic ruby."

"You mean......"

"Yep, it's that magic ruby. Said Kate.

"Oh mer-man." said Coral. "Does the duchess know?"

"Uh, well, not excatley."

"What! You mean to tell me that you have a magic ruby in your hands, and the Duchess doesn't know! This is bizzar!" yelled Coral.

"Shush, otherwise she will know." whispered Kate.

"Does anyone else know?" asked Coral, in a lower voice.

"Yes, Jenna knows."

"Oh, this is perfect, just perfect." said Coral. "The daughter knows, but the Duchess doesn't."

"Well, I know that Jenna won't tell, but I can't be sure about my mistress." said Kate.




You all still here? Well, if you are, I thank you for making it through that rather embarrassing story. I can't believe I was writing about flirting at age eight! Goodness me.
Now, this is where the story in my old, ratty notebook ends. It continued on my family's old laptop, but the laptop brokedown and that story..................didn't make it. A shame, too, because that story deepened the plot. Whatever, you probably didn't want to read that, my precious eight followers. It's bad enough I'm baring my very soul (well, from age eight, anyway) in front of you.

Comment if you like, and email me if you dare. See ya!

WE ARE VICTORIOUS

No, I'm not talking about a Muse song (love them!).

No, something more important: USA's battle against England.

Of course, we didn't beat England last night in the World Cup, but a tie is great, considering the powerful bench England has. Here are some players from that lineup, just to name a few:


Wayne Rooney
Frank Lampard
Peter Crouch
Steve Gerrard (scored goal)


Some of the best players in the world are on that squad! Rooney is arguably one of the best forwards in the world. Then, you have some of our big-name players:


Clint Dempsey (scored goal)
Tim Howard
Oguchi Onyewu
Landon Donavan


Not as well known, right? But we still managed to tie England, 1-1.

Sure, our goal was off a flub by England keeper Robert Green, (poor guy) but we did manage to hold them off for the rest of the game.


Also, their biggest star, Wayne Rooney, was held in check by Onyewu and Jay DeMerit the whole game. And that really isn't an easy task. =)


So, I am rather pleased with how our Yanks did in a fierce battle against the Brits. Hopefully our games against Algeria and Slovenia will result in three points!!!


And now, I leave you with two things to look over:


First, something rather offensive (at least to me).




Can you believe that? Well, I certainly think we showed them!


And now, just something absolutely hilarious:
http://g.sports.yahoo.com/soccer/world-cup/blog/dirty-tackle/post/David-Beckham-s-Matchface-a-gallery?urn=sow,247908

Okay. You all have to click on this and look at the gallery. Have to. If you don't, I will------do something. I don't know what, but you all don't want to find out. :)

So, after you've seen all the sad and hilarious pictures, read the headings for the pictures, and realized that last photo is indeed photoshopped, be sure to tell me what you thought of the USA-England match, either by comment or email.

And if you didn't watch the game-------just comment/email about the gallery. LOL!


Peace out, ya'll.

Crikey!

It's been almost four years since Steve Irwin, Naturalist, Zoologist, and Conservationist extraordinaire, died from a sting ray barb.

I remember where I was when I heard the news.......

We were on our way to Williamsburg for the week. It was early September. Dad, who was still at home, called us about mid-afternoon. Mom was on the cell phone, and suddenly I hear her say, "Oh, no." I asked her what was wrong, and she told me Steve Irwin was dead. I was shocked. Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, dead? Impossible. He was invincible.

When we got to our hotel, we flipped on the news. Sure enough, all the news stations were buzzing about Steve's death. I was still in a sort of daze about the whole thing. The Crocodile Hunter had taught us so many things about crocodiles, Australia, and just nature in general. Now he was gone.

The following nights, Animal Planet aired special shows dedicated to Steve. His wife, Terri, and daughter, Bindi, talked for a bit. It was so sad, to see all he had done for the conservation effort during his lifetime. It was heartbreaking to see Bindi cry for her dad. I cried for him, and I didn't even know him! But Steve meant a lot to people, just for how he talked and what he did.

A couple weeks later, his funeral was shown on television. So many people attended.......most just avid fans who wanted to show their support for Steve's family. I can still see Bindi standing up in front of hundreds of people and talking about her dad and all he had meant to her. Bindi was only six or seven, yet her little speech touched my heart.

Even these years later, I still sometimes forget the Crocodile Hunter is gone. Sometimes I think, "Hey, Steve talked about that on a show!" or I remember something we learned about crocs from his show (like the death roll they do to ward off predators). So many things we learned from that great man.

And while Steve believed in protecting endangered species, he was not an environmentalist. He called himself a conservationist----he educated people on the beauty of nature and animals. He showed that crocodiles aren't really cold-blooded, savage beasts, but just another part of God's creation (No, I don't think he actually said God's creation). He made people want to help conserve animals, but not save them or 'protect them.' The Bible says God has called us to be good stewards of the world he has given us. Even though he might not have realized it, Steve was doing just that: helping to conserve the beautiful earth God has given us.



Anyway, the reason I went off on the nostalgic journey was this article I saw on crocodiles: http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/secretrevealedhowcrocodilescrossoceans


We love you Steve, and you will always live on in our hearts. I pray that you are singing with the angels in Heaven!


Thanks for reading my emotional post, guys.

Love,

Would you let Jesus have you?

Imagine being with Jesus.

No, not in Heaven. Imagine when He was here on earth, and you were one of His followers. One of His faithful listeners. One of His disciples.

Wouldn't it be glorious, to walk with Jesus Christ here on earth and listen to His teachings? Get to experience His teachings, one-on-one. Get to hear His voice, teaching you. Get to feel His hand on your head, blessing or healing you.

Wow.


But here we are, in the modern world. Jesus was on earth thousands of years ago. We will now have to wait until we reach Heaven to hear His teachings, feel His hand, and experience His glory.

Sometimes, I envy the people who got to be with Jesus, 24/7 on earth and in Heaven. They got Jesus twice over! Wouldn't that be wonderful?

And then there were the people who shunned His teachings, the ones who put Him on the cross. The ones who tried to have him imprisoned or killed. The ones Satan had taken hold of.
They didn't believe He was the Messiah. After all, how could a mortal man be the son of God?

These people didn't have faith. They didn't believe because they didn't want to believe.

How sad.
We look back on these people and think, How could they be so stupid? Didn't they realize Jesus Christ was standing there, teaching them? Healing them? Doing wonderous miracles? HOW COULD THEY BE SO STUPID?!?

But you know, how would we act? I mean, if Jesus came back to earth right now, would we believe? If He asked us to leave everything we have, everyone we love, and follow Him, would we? Or would we be more attached to the material things and the people in our lives?

I like to judge the people who shunned Jesus; who didn't believe He was the Messiah. But really, I shouldn't. After all, if Jesus suddenly appeared before me, would I belive it was Him? I like to think I would, but with sinners................it's hard to say.

That's why I love the lyrics from this song, by Sidewalk Prophets:

'You Can Have Me'

If I saw You on the street

And You said come and follow me

But I had to give up everything

All I once held dear and all of my dreams

Would I love You enough to let go

Or would my love run dry

When You asked for my life

If Jesus came to earth today, would we be willing to give up everything to follow Him? Or would our love run dry?

Just a little thought.

Love,

:)

Hmm...........decided to try this whole 'signature' thing for myself.

Hope it works!

Memorial Day

What a crazy weekend! I apologize for my lack of posts.................I don't usually get much done during Memorial Day weekend. =)

So, anyway, I decided to share with you some poems that I like to look back on Memorial Day.

Remember

Sometimes we forget to pray

For those who keep the terror away

From the land of the free
Let us remember them on bended knee.

As we deal with bustle and fuss

And remember those who have died for us

Let us not forget to pray

For the ones who fight for us today.

The Unknown Soldier

There's a graveyard near the White House
Where the Unknown Soldier lies,

And the flowers there are sprinkled
With the tears from mother's eyes.

I stood there not so long ago

With roses for the brave

And suddenly I heard a voice

Speak out from the grave:

"I am the Unknown Soldier,

The spirit voice began

"And I think I have the right
To ask some questions, man to man.

"Are my buddies taken care of?

Was their victory so sweet?

Is that big reward you offered

Selling pencils on the street?

"Did they really win the freedom

They battled to achieve?

Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre

Above that empty sleeve?

"Does that gold star in the window

Now mean anything at all?

I wonder how my old girl feels
When she hears a bugle call.

"And that baby who sang

Hello Central, give me no man.

Can they replace her daddy

With a military band?

"I wonder if the profiteers
Have satisfied their greed?

I wonder if a soldier's mother

Ever is in need?

I wonder if the kings, who planned it all,

Are really satisfied?

They played their game of checkers

And eleven million died.

"I am the Unknown Soldier,

And maybe I died in vain,

But if I were alive and my country called,

I'd do it all over again.

We love you, dear defenders of America. No matter what the mainstream media might say, we are proud of you and we do appreciate everything you give up to keep our country safe.

God bless you and keep you all safe.