Galatians 2:20a
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not i, but Christ liveth in me:
My Life Verse

Ephesians 6:6

Not with eyeservice, as men pleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart;

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

(76)Next year

Hey you two ppl out there that read this...!...?

Well....i got my hair cut last night.... And Aaron i decided that I love it not hate it! It is SOOO much lighter and cooler....and shorter!

Tonight we only had 4 ppl come to volleyball so we played for like 40mins then we broke out the ppt as AJ calls it. Ping Pong Table. I beat AJ in Round Robin!!!!!!!! MIRACLE!!!!



I don't really have anything else exciting to say.... we are going to WV this weekend.... Yeah....we gonna look at some colleges and stuff while we are there.....for those few of you who don't know my family is moving there next year after i graduate. :(....:(....:( i might survive! ;)

tlk to ya later.

Friday, April 25, 2008

(75)complete addy please.

patsarenumber1 what? hotmail, aol, yahoo?

Thursday, April 24, 2008

(74)Can you cut urself with a fork??? The answer in this episode of the strange events of rach's life!

Hey peeples....yeah....that was cheesy!

So for the second day in a row my mom was up before me today.....weird.....woke me up and said GET UP!!!! I actually USUALLY sleep till about 7:30....but she dun;t know that....till now...HI MOMMY!!!!!!!xoxoxoxox :)

So yes i got up at what seemed like the crack of dawn and got my school done. I then began my GREAT OBJECTIVE for the day. Baking cupcakes for my great grandmothers birthday party tomorrow. There is a VERY interesting story in this but i shall get to that shortly. I began with the yellow cake and baked two batches. (about 3 dozen cupcakes)......I survived....not THAT BAD of a mess....well....sorta..:) feeling a bit triumphant i began the CHOCOLATE!!!!!!! hmmmm!
I made two batches at once....i went to open the first one and couldn't find a sharp knife....well duh a butter knife ain't gonna cut it so i got me out a fork.....could put a hole in it if nothing else right? i got the first one open and it seemed to work purty i tried the second one.... i can see it all over again in slow motion....the fork slips.........................................................................................................................................................and goes RIGHT INTO my finger.....OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW blood rushes out.......(cough cough) beware of the chocolate cupcakes they may taste a little like RED velvet....:)

Yep.....i am u know u can cut ur self with a fork....just like you can drown in an inch of water and just like the trident gum rappers are eatable...(Jake!)


Tomorrow is the party.....but saturday is the PAR-TAE!!!!! My friend Brittney is having her fourteenth birthday party and its a PAINTBALL party!!!! yes i LOVE getting hit with little balls of paint traveling at 180 miles per hour!!!!!!!!! But better yet is Shooting ppl with em!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA (evil laugh in case u dun't notice) love to hear from ANYONE that still reads my blog.....Ayslyn???

Talk to ya later....


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Monday, April 21, 2008


no, no, Aaron, you are confused. I never said you were cute, i just said the pic wasn't that bad...JK....and i guess we'll have to let Ayslyn decide RIGHT?

gnight peeps me es pooped.(that means really tired in weirdo talk.:)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

(71)Two TOTALLY unrelated pixs....I JUST HAPPENED to post them together :)

See Aaron, the pic of u wasn't that bad...just a little blurry and that is my fault. :) Hope u enjoy my blog and u can comment if you want....ttyl.

This is of my weird
7th grader friends....weird but fun:)

Friday, April 18, 2008


I do have pix of evan and erica and others but my computer won't let me load em!!! sorry

(68) The pics i promised and some others:)

This is Dustin Lassiter (on the left) and AJ Rodefer (right) the dumbest coolest guys i know. Jacob was suppose to be in this pic too but he ran.
This is Ms. Cassie my fellow violinist.

These are the Men in Black! These good lookin guys are the security guys at my grandma's funeral. Naw these are my uncle and cousin. :)

This is Faith Marie....and if u look REALLY close she has this big orange smear right between her eyes and ALL OVER her about embarassing....pollen from a lilly got on her....ur sposed to smell the flower faithy..not shove it up ur nose..:)


Thus the Cake....
Thus the effect of the Cake. :)

Thursday, April 17, 2008


WOW! That was the longest ceremony l have ever been to! My dear sister was inducted into a honor society tonight. lt is called the Phi-Theta-Kappa society. There was about 150 ppl being inducted. wow it went on FOREVER !!! HOWEVER , i happened to really like on of the officers for the society. He cuts BIG pieces of cake! l shall soon have a picture for you.;)

ttyl peeps!

Monday, April 14, 2008


Sorry it's been so long people....I have sorta been busy.

For example today i started my very first offical job!!!! I am making phone calls for Rush Design Group. They are a group that designs web pages, brochures, logos, etc....basically anything on paper. They print em too. But its really cool cause i m not trying to sell anything to the businesses i call i am just requesting to email them our contact information. Cool eh? its all at home and i am making money!!!!! Yeah!!!! whahoooo!!!!! sorry i got a little excited.:) have new pics but i took em on my dad's camera so i gots to figure out how to get em.....he's never home to get em off. Worken on it.:) i guess that's it...............oh this is a pic of a missionary family that was here for missions conference this past year. The Bosje ( Bushy) family.....they are awesome! I had emailed em a couple years before and then i got to meet em, it was really cool!

Saturday, April 5, 2008

(64)First Annual Music Enrichment Seminar

Hey peeps,

Today was the first annual music enrichment seminar. Aka....classes and more classes. Don't get me wrong, it was fun....but it was long and could have used more breaks.

The only girl even close to my age was Erika Boardman. She is 12....we pick each other a lot. hehe....she plays the clarinet....and her brother Evan was there....he plays the trumpet....and Dustin Lassiter was there....he plays the trumpt....yep we were the only teens.....there was about 30 ppl there tho.

I;m a gunna try to get pics of Justin, Dustin, AJ, Jake,and Erika so ya knoww who i am talking about.....Try to get em tomorrow.....:)

Me Bored again>>>><3



Wednesday, April 2, 2008


Oh come on ppl! I thought you'd be excited cause i can post pictures! I love comcast!

Today has been kinda ick.....well the weather is nice but i feel a little ick.

Nana is coming to get me in about 30 mins to take me to teen soulwinning. Hopefully we'll see someone saved and that'll brighten my day!

Mom and Dad are on their 3rd cruse....lucky they.....:)

Last night reb and i went to a skating party....tons of fun!(I did not fall!) Then after that i went to v ball practice. More fun....:)

Ok.....that's bout it in my boredom for now.


I Have Been Blessed!!!!


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
- Brian Moore