“I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth…”

First off, I apologize for the title. It had basically nothing to do with this evenings festivities and so obviously I chose it for a title.

Moving on.

Sonja Kellogg is a dear friend of mine here at school, and this Saturday is her birthday. After informing us that she had never had a successful surprise party, Lauren and Ellie decided to throw her one. They set the date for tonight and things started shaping up. After dinner this evening, Ellie went to talk with Sonja and Lauren, Jordan and I invaded the North Hall kitchens.

There were lots of balloons.  And cake. It was a real party.

We waited around for a while, and the crowd slowly grew.

And then we waited. Under the pretense of going to McConn, Ellie had to wheedle Sonja down to the lobby. It took some time.

Drama queen!

Finally, Sonja and Ellie made it down to the lobby. It was exciting.

 

Then it was time for the cutting of the cake….

 

Lauren’s hand “slipped…”

And we ate cake and basically had a blast.

We’re a family, living life through the ups and downs.

 

 

Namaarie, nosse.

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“Charge for the guns’ he said…”

It’s been a crazy week. There’s so much going through my mind right now, like the hot chocolate cooling on my desk, deciding how to spend an extra hour tomorrow morning (sleep will be included,) making sure I have everything done for tomorrow, possible story ideas (it’s kind of dead right now,) and oh yeah, just how awesome God is. Just these past two days He has provided so much for me that I didn’t know how I was going to get otherwise. And heck, I didn’t even ask Him the first time.

Another thing rolling around in there (like you want to know…) is this poem that my sister Lydia brought to mind this week. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, even if you haven’t read it.

The Charge of the Light Brigade- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d ?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d & thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter’d & sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred! It’s such an intriguing poem. I really like it because of the blind, almost hopeless courage that the five hundred show. They know they’re riding to their death, but still they ride. Then again, that’s kind of awful. They’re following orders, mistaken orders. They could have lived. It’s tough; they’re trained to follow orders, but someone somewhere in there must surely have had the idea to bow out.  IT was a battle they could not win, but they went anyways. I don’t know if that’s encouraging or depressing.

 

And now, because after that you could all probably use the laugh:

Wait, maybe this is just a nerd thing. Oh well.

 

 

I’ll just use plain english tonight…

“Sleep well, and dream of…”  Finish that one in your head. Or to your roommate or sibling.

 

 

God is awesome


 

“Grandma got run over by Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer…”

And so another semester begins.

Christmas break was spectacular. I got to hang out with so many good friends (holler at the homeschool crew and OneVoice!) and mae some new ones. Tonight at dinner, my friends and I did our highs and lows of break. Lows would be depressing, so here are some highs.

1- Cookie baking (and sundry shenanigans) with the OneVoice crew

2- Babysitting the Gleason kids (read fighting bad guys, coloring pictures, and singing Disney songs)

3- Attending a CHDT rehearsal; “Rally ‘Round the Flag, Boys!” is going to be spectacular (you should go see it)

4- Watching Sherlock Holmes and the Tintin movie with the fam (and sundry)

5-Playing soccer till one in the morning on January first (and quite late when OneVoice was over)

6- Getting hooked on Psych and “discovering” (finally) “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”

7- Getting to worship and catch up with friends at my old (/home?) church

8- Feeding the animals at the mini-farm (and watching Maria get spit at by the alpacas)

9- Talking with my sisters about our writing joys (and problems)

10- Playing cards with Josiah just like we used to (except no one got injured)

And since it was so fantastic

11- Christmas morning with the family… sarcastic comments and secrets revealed all before the sun was up!

 

It’s good to be back at the ‘WU; I am looking forward to new adventures this semester. We’ve had a few already and I’m so blessed to be surrounded by a great group of people. God’s going to be moving in this year of ruling and reigning and I’m excited to see what He’s up to.

 

naDevvo' vIghoS