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;

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Wordless Wednesday New Hair Cut

After having the same hair cut for years, i finally got brave and DUH DUN a LAYER (no not layers...haha)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Tounge Twister Tuesday

One smart feller, he felt smart
Two smart fellers, they felt smart
Three smart fellers, they all felt smart.

Said it OUT LOUD! Not five times, just say it once, as fast as you can!!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Something to Think on=)

(But we love them anyways=)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Do you know???

Here is a challenge from my school website...can you figure it out?? I did!!! Post your answers in the comments!

Course Scheduling Puzzle

Assume a Community College in which the following six courses are taught:

  1. Chemistry
  2. Biology
  3. Calculus
  4. Astronomy
  5. Statistics
  6. Physics

There are five class periods during each day. No class may be offered more than once in a given period. Each course must be offered exactly three times during the day. Only Calculus and Astronomy will be offered during the first period. Physics and three other classes will be offered during the second period. Only Biology will be offered during the third period. More courses will be offered during the fourth period than during the fifth period.

Which of the following pairs of classes must be offered during the same three periods?

  1. Chemistry and Biology
  2. Chemistry and Physics
  3. Astronomy and Calculus
  4. Astronomy and Physics
  5. Statistics and Calculus

If Biology is not offered during the fifth period, all of the following must be true EXCEPT:

  1. Biology is offered during the second period.
  2. Calculus is offered during the fifth period.
  3. Astronomy is offered during the fifth period.
  4. Astronomy is offered during the second period.
  5. Statistics is offered during the fifth period.


Friday, September 25, 2009

Random Fact Friday

The word "lethologica" describes the state of not
being able to remember the word you want.

I GOT AN "A"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got an "A" on my very first college test!!!! (actually I took my calculus test first, but i still haven't gotten the grade back on it)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!THANK YOU LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Visual Aid for My speech i'm giving on monday. Titled: Malicious Keylogging

I'll only be playing the movie to 19 seconds.

Rapture- Are you ready??

Kazoo Quartet

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Scream Machine Submerged!!!

If your trying to guess this coaster, it usually looks a lil different!

Due to massive amounts of rain in GA, the scream machine is submerged in water!!!

See two different articles HERE and HERE

Downs Syndrome Makes the Final Touchdown

Sorry couldn't load the video here, but please view,


I thought this was really special=)

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Ready?! Here's your BIG tounge twister tuesday!

"Peggy Babcock"

(try to say it 10 times fast...and bagcock doesn't count!)

(I know, it's above and beyond, Thanks)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

Tonight we had our first WHOLE family activity since school started, we went to see Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs.
It was a pretty dumb movie, but it did make me laugh.
There wasn't any words in it, but some stuff your like, did they really need to put that in there?

Volleyball Season Begins!!!

I cant believe our first game of this season is October 1st!!!
The South Have Blue Team(us) will be playing at 7:30pm,

Friday, September 18, 2009

Random Fact Friday

The largest number of children born to one woman is recorded at 69. From 1725-1765, a Russian peasant woman gave birth to 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets, and 4 sets of quadruplets.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


YOU MIGHT WANT TO MUTE AT 2:10, it's a remix:/ But YOU CAN UNMUTE IT AT 2:57 .
I thought the idea was really cool!!!

Now a Licensed DRIVER!!!!!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Aren't they cuties!?!?!?!=)=)

ROUGH Speech

Below is my speech that i gave at school today, it was only 2 minutes long so it should take you less than that to read it if you'd like to. IT IS A ROUGH DRAFT of what i actually said, i changed it and used different words as i fact i think it was better when i actually did it instead of reading it.

"Just Bag It" Speech

John 8:55-Yet ye have not known him; but I know him: and if I should say, I know him not, I shall be a liar like unto you: but I know him.

In my experience I have found that I feel the most comfortable around someone when I know more about them.

So, because I’d like you to feel comfortable when you speak to me, I’m going to enlighten you about myself.

Three important things to me are, playing volleyball, playing the violin, and being involved in my church.

First, I’m going to tell you about my favorite sport, Volleyball. I have played volleyball on my adult church team for the past 2 years and my 3rd season starts in 2 weeks. My team isn’t the most professional but last year we did win 4 games and received the sportsmanship award. Volleyball is my favorite sport because a) it’s the only one I’m good at, and b) because it doesn’t require me to be extremely physically fit. Good thing too, because I’m not!

Second, I’d like to tell you about my musical talent. I enjoy playing the violin and have done so for the past 9 years. The majority of my playing takes place in my church orchestra on Sundays and Wednesdays.

I am honored that God has given me such a talent and I am always excided and challenged when our orchestra gets a new musical number to learn.

Finally, I’m going to tell you the most important thing in my life, my involvement with my church. Each Sunday and Wednesday I take great joy in serving God not only by playing in the orchestra, but I also serve in the bus ministry that picks up kids who don’t have transportation to church.

While serving God thrills me, the preaching time is the best. Though I’m not always exuberant to see what I’m doing wrong in my life, I’m always blessed when I get it right. I realized just this past week that I spend %15 of my week at Church. That shows how big a part of my life it is!

Today I’ve told you 3 things that define me: my favorite sport, my musical talent, and my church involvement.

So in the future, if you aren’t comfortable around someone, its probably because you don’t know him or her very well, but now, you can’t say that about me.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tounge Twister Tuesday

If one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor
who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the
doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does he doctor
the doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?

Monday, September 14, 2009

This Was Me at School Today=)

Monday's Memories- Megan=)

History Paper that I worked SUPER HARD for!!! Please Read=) Its titled Misconception: Settlement in the New World Is Not What Students Thought

Rachel Campbell

Dr. Bucy

History 2010 - 10:10

September 14, 2009

Misconception: Settlement in the New World Is Not What Students Thought

“When was the country we now know as the United States first settled?”

James W. Loewen asked many college students this very question, hoping the answer would be 30,000 B.C., but the consensus among the students was 1620. Yes, the year of the First Thanksgiving was in their minds. Loewen states in his article, “The Truth about the First Thanksgiving” (76), “…my students’ heads have been filled with America’s origin myth, the story of the First Thanksgiving.” The well-known story of the First Thanksgiving portrayed America as a bright land where the Pilgrims and Indians met in peace and shared a feast. But according to Loewen this is not so, and students have this misconception about the first settlement in America because their history textbooks have not told them otherwise; there has either been no acknowledgement or textbooks have barely mentioned the massive amount of death that took place and bad relations between the pilgrims and the Indians.

Loewen believes one of the important factors that students are oblivious to is the enormous amount of death during the settling of America. Settlers from Europe carried diseases to the Americas themselves, as did their livestock. These diseases the Indians had no immunity to. Second, Natives and settlers were naturally rivals. This too resulted in many Indian deaths. Sadly, as a result, each time new settlers came to the new world there were less and less natives.

In addition, Loewen believes students have the wrong idea about the Pilgrims. Some choose to debate why the Pilgrims ended up in Massachusetts when they set out for Virginia, but that’s history, we may never know. More importantly is what they did when they got here. Loewen says, while textbooks paint Pilgrims to be “a pious and moral band” (89), he knows another side of the Pilgrims that the textbooks do not tell. Pilgrims did not have agricultural knowledge, so they forced Indians to teach them, “slavery” Loewen calls it. Not only that, the Pilgrims stole from Indian’s homes, and also robbed their graves. Indeed the Pilgrims were not the sweet spirited, innocent people students think them to have been.

When I looked back at what I believe to be true about the settlement of America, I realized I viewed it from the same perspective as Loewen’s students. But, The American Past, by Joseph R. Conlin, justly represents Loewen’s non-traditional perspective of death in America (17-19). However, unlike Loewen, Conlin blames the Indian casualties more on disease rather than rivalries between the pilgrims and natives. In respect to the Pilgrim’s actions toward natives, Conlin is traditional in his portrayal of the Pilgrims and acknowledges nothing of the thefts or slavery. In fact, according to Conlin, Squanto taught the Pilgrims to farm, and wealth was never mentioned.

Loewen believes that “Correctly taught, the issues of the era of the First Thanksgiving could help Americans grow more thoughtful and more tolerant, rather that more ethnocentric” (97). Is it important to know all possible truths about the past? Yes, students should be able to decide what they believe as truth. But in order to do so, they cannot just be told a small part of the story. Loewen states, “Surely, in history, ‘truth should be held sacred, at what ever cost’” (97).

Works Cited

Conlin, Joseph R. The American Past: A Survey of American History, Volume 1: To 1877, Enhanced Eighth Edition. Belmont, CA: Thomson Wadsworth, 2009.

Loewen, James W. Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong. New York: Simon & Schuster Inc., 1996.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


You will die from lack of sleep sooner than you'll die from starvation. 10 days is about the maximum number of days you can go without sleep whilst one can go a few weeks without food.

Puppy Vs. Mirror

I've Lost my Marbles!!

(Can I borrow yours??????)

This whole college thing is brain washing! I cannot function properly!!!

(Pray for me!)


"I Love You"

Apparently Nishka only loves the woman in the video=)
Sure, its MANS best friend=)

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Finally Got My Formal Senior Picture

That my friends, was the first shot=)
(which is super great cos i AIN'T photogenic!!!)

I'm Thinking....I'm Thinking....

It's his thinking cap=)

Friday, September 11, 2009

Tribute to 9/11

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