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;

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Rush Night Pics!

"the emperor" from Dustin's skit

Eagle Mountain!=)

Awesome Eagle Banner!

Psh, the other awesome sign=)=) Some amazing artist made this one!

The finished product! (go brooke's nest=)

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Psi Eagles!

Way to go Psi Eagles!
More pics to come=)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Made Me Smile=)

Kool Khem Pix=) My phone is awesome!

Before i smush the stuff in the bottom to bits.

After i have smushed all the stuff in the bottom to bits=)

Yep, they let me use FIRE!!!!!!!
(see my inner blue cone flame!?!?!that orange part is because it's SO HOT)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I think i might start playing the trumpet=)

Yeah...this is the WHOLE SONG!!!! And why did they even kill a tree for this?

Utility work???

These pix were taken down the road from Shivangi's house...this guy was sitting on the bottom of the helicopter working on the power lines whilst it hovered! It was sooo cool!

Babysitting the Pomms=)

Paxton was beating me...until i got my YAHTZEE!!!

Talent i tell you!

Barely a bulls eye=)

Ignore my lack of makeup=P



Cheyanne's ginormous muscle! =)=)

SHY??? i don't think so!

My Girlies=)
Beth and Alexis

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Research Topics, no matter what we're talking government=(

Ok, I need you guys' imput.
I'm trying to pick a topic for my 10pg research paper and i've narrowed it down to three.
It is to be an argumentative essay.

1. Creationism should be taught along with evolutionism in public schools.
2. Discipline: parents and the state.
3. Bring back the Bible, Prayer and the Ten Commandments in public schools.

Each of these I feel quite strongly about and have dug up support for my argument.

My main support for the first one is shouldn't kids be taught all there is to believe so they can choose for themselves what they believe to be right and true? After all, creationism may be accepted by faith, but evolution is no fact! In my paper i would provide scripture supporting my belief and some of the preposterous theories of evolutionist that take much more faith to believe in.

Support for my second subject seems to be the most abundant. The majority of children today are spoiled little brats, because they aren't disciplined...they have no manners, no respect, no sense of responsibility. Many parents don't want to put in the time and effort to discipline their children, while others are afraid of the state. If a parent spanks their child in public they have a possibility of being charged for child abuse. Yet the state won't step in a discipline them till they are adolescents, then they send them to jail. In addition, the children of America are being raised at school. 8 hours, 5 days a week are spent with their teachers that aren't allowed to discipline them in an way that is effective. So, the government wont allow the parents to discipline the children, and they say they'll take care of it...and while the school system is their chance, they don't use it. The children of America are the future of America...if they aren't taught respect and responsibility where is our country going to be in the future? Also, i would use scripture to support my claim that children should be disciplined by their parents. Not only disciplined but have boundaries and restraints. I child should know that "no" means "no".

Finally my support for my third point dwindles. I start to argue that if they are removing scripture, prayer, and the ten commandments to keep from offending people, they should be concerned of offending the Christians should they not. But the fallacy with that statement comes when other denominations argue their point. What about the oran or buddha...if we could demand our religion into schools, they would have the same grounds to demand theirs in.

So please let me know what you think....i have to turn in a "proposal" about my research paper on friday.


Monday, February 15, 2010

The Chronicles of Narnia

Yet another allegory, and this one is a Christian one=)

Aslan obviously represents Christ, who sacrifices his life in the place of Edmund.

The White Witch is Satan tempting Edmund, who is Judas.

Peter, one of the children, represents the wise Christian.

Father Christmas represents the Holy Spirit, who comes and bring gifts to true believers so that they can fight evil.

There are SO many more examples that are way more detailed. It is unclear whether or not C.S. Lewis meant to include these symbolisms in his story, nevertheless, many have dug them out of the story and i thought it was quite interesting.

Friday, February 12, 2010


Miscellaneous Pictures from the past few days!

Brenna takes a tumble after taking a few steps=)


Little dark, but its my parents at the missions banquet.

Me and Gabs=) (where are my eyes!!!!)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Even if i could describe this one with words, you guys wouldn't want to know=)

Monday, February 8, 2010

Did you know?

The movie "The Wizard of Oz" is an allegory?
(a fictional telling of a true story.)

It represents a time during the 1800's when the different peoples of America had needs and all these needs were based on money and it's system.

The Scarecrow represented the farmers.
The Tin Man represented the factory workers.
The Lion represented William Jennings Brian.
The green color of Emerald City represented money.
The Wizard of Oz represented President William McKinley.
The Flying Monkies represented the indians of the plains.
The Wicked Witch of the West represented the West itself.
The Yellow Brick Road represented the Gold standard (as a basis for backing money)
And unlike the movie, Dorothy originally wore Silver slippers which in contrast represented the Silver Standard.

There is a story behind each of these representations that connects them all...but too much to type! lol.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Who Cares About the Mass of a Penny!?!?!?

And my Lab report got this reply from my professor...............

"Excellent report, please feel free to frame it!
Overall, I give it a '98', not quite perfect, but very, very good! Keep up the good work."


Glad it got a good grade, cos i worked by butt off for it!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Chem Lab 2

So i was gonna show you guys my chem lab 2 that we did today...and the post lab that i've been working on for the past 4 hours...........but when i hit page 17 on my report...i figured no one would care to read it...(or should be tortured to!)

So you're welcome...i spared you!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Did you know?

Sampson wasn't aloud to eat rasins as part of his vow to God??
Check it out in
Numbers 6:3

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


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