My Christmas was fantastic, thanks. I got pretty much everything I wanted, and even more. Somewhat more importantly, got so much time with my family. We've spent these school-less days laying in bed, watching Amazing Wedding Cakes and other cake shows. I know it sounds random, but you have no idea how wonderful it is to see some edible art. Fondant is possibly my favorite invention ever.
I've also been playing tons of Sims 3: World Adventures. I'm pretty much addicted to the Sims, I admit. I need help.
The spirit of Christmas still isn't quite gone from my home. Our tree is still up, a few lingering presents remain. The stockings are still hung, and my dad is still playing the Christmas music. This is the way things should be. Jesus didn't just come for the month of December. He came for all of time. Every day is another day to celebrate His being born.
Tomorrow, though, is New Year's Eve. When the clock strikes twelve, a few different things will happen.
1. The huge ball in New York City will drop.
2. Fireworks will go off.
3. Champagne will be drunk.
4. It will be the end of 2009, and the beginning of 2010.
This isn't just the end of a year, but the end of a decade. Last time this happened, I was three years old. People were convinced the world was going to end, and had I known about it, I would have certainly agreed with them. I'm just the sort to believe in the things that may never happen.
The end of a decade. So much has happened... Not just for me, but for America and this world.
Less than 10 years ago, the tragic event of 9/11 happened. People died, people cried. That day will forever be remembered as a day of fear and sadness.
Less than a year ago, the first African-American President ever was elected. For me, it was a day of celebration and happiness. It certainly did show that American racism is not what it used to be. Thank God for that.
In Flint, Don Williamson was impeached or resigned or something. Some were upset (I not being one of them), and I am sorry for you. But only harm came to us while he was in charge. So, yes. I rejoice.
So much has happened. Now it's the end of an era. When the ball drops, close your eyes and make a wish. A wish that these next ten years will be better than the last ones. A wish that Flint will brighten up, and the sorrow there is here will be extinguished.
A wish for a happier tomorrow.
With this, I must say goodbye. My aunt, uncle, and three cousins (Chad, Aubree, Megan) are joining us for a game night.
I love you guys. Seriously. I wouldn't be anywhere without my readers.
Have a Nice, Natural, Naturific (haha!), Neat, Necessary, Neighborly, Nerveless New Year.
And yes. I did take to the dictionary on this one.
Let it Glee.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
A Time of Waiting
I was thinking earlier today (this is new) and my mind was bouncing around a lot.
What's in those boxes by the door? And the presents under the tree? Will everybody like what I got them?
When will church be over?
No. I wish I could say that sometimes we don't get bored with the idea of going to Church. Listening to a sermon doesn't always sound that appealing, I will be the last to admit. I love God so much, (don't get me wrong) but some days, we don't want to go.
What is it? Are we too tired? Too busy?
What are these, except excuses?
Advent (which I know ever-so-much about. Thank you, Catholic schools) is a time of waiting. A time of waiting for Jesus to be born.
He came in the humblest way I've ever heard: born of a girl my age in a stable. Yeah... No. It wasn't clean. As much as we wish it was, and make it out to be all beautiful and perfect, it wasn't. Mary was made to be the mother of God. Nobody besides her and select others understood that. It wasn't convenient for her, or Joseph.
But it was the way God intended. He wanted His son to have humble beginnings.
So every year, for the month of December, we wait. We wait for a little infant to be born in a stable of a virgin named Mary, who is about 13 years old.
Some people ask what the point is. He was already born, what's the point in waiting?
I don't think they understand, though. Which is the point of this whole post.
Advent is a time of waiting for the second coming.
Ever heard of the rapture? No?!?
Jesus is coming back, some day. He's gonna take all His people into Heaven. We have to be ready. We have to make our hearts ready to leave at any time. This means living, and always saying what you need to say. Do what's important to you.
Laugh wholly.
Eat much.
Love fully.
At the same time, make sure you make the right choices. Don't let your want to live truly get in the way of your need to do what's right. What's right may or may not be following your heart, I've come to know. And I hate that. Really, I do. Following my heart is so me, and so romantic. I just want to do precisely what my heart's screaming at me to do half the time.
But we have to do what God needs us to do. Because we never know when He's coming. If we're not ready, it's gonna be quite ugly for us.
Flint is a city that, I think, follows its heart. I love it here. Downtown is pretty romantic sometimes, and summer nights here make me smile with a sort of easy grace I absolutely adore.
But sometimes we don't do things the holy way, or the way God intended. We do things the easy way. (I include myself in this because I too have found myself making that mistake). This isn't, I urge you to understand, always a bad thing. But once and a while God isn't speaking to your heart; man is.
That's okay. We have to be carnal sometimes.
Just be ready. Jesus is coming. This is not a drill. This is real. As I said, He'll be coming at any time. For everybody. Flint too.
I'm ready. Are you?
Have a marvelous (hopefully I didn't already use that one) Monday.
Let it Glee.
What's in those boxes by the door? And the presents under the tree? Will everybody like what I got them?
When will church be over?
No. I wish I could say that sometimes we don't get bored with the idea of going to Church. Listening to a sermon doesn't always sound that appealing, I will be the last to admit. I love God so much, (don't get me wrong) but some days, we don't want to go.
What is it? Are we too tired? Too busy?
What are these, except excuses?
Advent (which I know ever-so-much about. Thank you, Catholic schools) is a time of waiting. A time of waiting for Jesus to be born.
He came in the humblest way I've ever heard: born of a girl my age in a stable. Yeah... No. It wasn't clean. As much as we wish it was, and make it out to be all beautiful and perfect, it wasn't. Mary was made to be the mother of God. Nobody besides her and select others understood that. It wasn't convenient for her, or Joseph.
But it was the way God intended. He wanted His son to have humble beginnings.
So every year, for the month of December, we wait. We wait for a little infant to be born in a stable of a virgin named Mary, who is about 13 years old.
Some people ask what the point is. He was already born, what's the point in waiting?
I don't think they understand, though. Which is the point of this whole post.
Advent is a time of waiting for the second coming.
Ever heard of the rapture? No?!?
Jesus is coming back, some day. He's gonna take all His people into Heaven. We have to be ready. We have to make our hearts ready to leave at any time. This means living, and always saying what you need to say. Do what's important to you.
Laugh wholly.
Eat much.
Love fully.
At the same time, make sure you make the right choices. Don't let your want to live truly get in the way of your need to do what's right. What's right may or may not be following your heart, I've come to know. And I hate that. Really, I do. Following my heart is so me, and so romantic. I just want to do precisely what my heart's screaming at me to do half the time.
But we have to do what God needs us to do. Because we never know when He's coming. If we're not ready, it's gonna be quite ugly for us.
Flint is a city that, I think, follows its heart. I love it here. Downtown is pretty romantic sometimes, and summer nights here make me smile with a sort of easy grace I absolutely adore.
But sometimes we don't do things the holy way, or the way God intended. We do things the easy way. (I include myself in this because I too have found myself making that mistake). This isn't, I urge you to understand, always a bad thing. But once and a while God isn't speaking to your heart; man is.
That's okay. We have to be carnal sometimes.
Just be ready. Jesus is coming. This is not a drill. This is real. As I said, He'll be coming at any time. For everybody. Flint too.
I'm ready. Are you?
Have a marvelous (hopefully I didn't already use that one) Monday.
Let it Glee.
Friday, December 11, 2009
12 Days 'til Christmas
I was sitting in Reading class today, trying to think of a good Christmas title. (Actually, I'm still in Reading class, just on a laptop.) I played around with songs, and the 12 Days of Christmas came to mind. Then reality suddenly struck. Only 12 days left. In 12 days, it'll be Christmas Eve. Schools will be out, stockings will be hung (by the chimney with care), and hopefully our tree will be up. I don't even have all my presents bought yet.
In just 12 days, my Savior will be born. In 12 days, Mary, the girl who was just about my age, will have her first child. We may be opening gifts and spending time with family, but I urge you not to forget: the greatest gift of all was already given. Our Redeemer, the one who saved us from sin itself, was already here. He will forever stay in the heart of His followers.
Yes, I'm talking about Jesus. Don't forget all He gave you, because it was, in fact, everything He had.
*sighs* Solo & Ensemble ended. WE GOT A ONE. So the next step? Playing our song. At the Christmas concert. In front of about 350 people. Fun! My nerves are actually pretty low-key. We know the song. And after all, when Christmas comes, it's not going to matter how well we did at Solo & Ensemble.
I'm jumping around a lot in this blog, I am fully aware. A lot has happened, admittedly. But it feels nice. I've accomplished a lot. I'm trying to cover everything I can before this class ends.
Oh! Flint happenings.. hmmm....
Well, a while back I talked about Luigi's pizza place, right? Well, my AMAZING brother plays basketball, on a team sponsored by Luigi's. They're playing Saturday. I'll be there.
Have a funky (haha I swore to my mom I would NEVER use that word) Friday.
Let it Glee!
In just 12 days, my Savior will be born. In 12 days, Mary, the girl who was just about my age, will have her first child. We may be opening gifts and spending time with family, but I urge you not to forget: the greatest gift of all was already given. Our Redeemer, the one who saved us from sin itself, was already here. He will forever stay in the heart of His followers.
Yes, I'm talking about Jesus. Don't forget all He gave you, because it was, in fact, everything He had.
*sighs* Solo & Ensemble ended. WE GOT A ONE. So the next step? Playing our song. At the Christmas concert. In front of about 350 people. Fun! My nerves are actually pretty low-key. We know the song. And after all, when Christmas comes, it's not going to matter how well we did at Solo & Ensemble.
I'm jumping around a lot in this blog, I am fully aware. A lot has happened, admittedly. But it feels nice. I've accomplished a lot. I'm trying to cover everything I can before this class ends.
Oh! Flint happenings.. hmmm....
Well, a while back I talked about Luigi's pizza place, right? Well, my AMAZING brother plays basketball, on a team sponsored by Luigi's. They're playing Saturday. I'll be there.
Have a funky (haha I swore to my mom I would NEVER use that word) Friday.
Let it Glee!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Remember December
Ah, December.... It's a time of bitter winds, freezing cold, warmer fires, and chaos. I personally love the month, but also hate the stress that it insists on bringing...
Tomorrow, I'm doing something I really don't want to do. I'm doing it for myself, and my friends Alysia and Olivia. I'm performing at Northbranch, their annual event called "Solo and Ensemble". Most of all, I'm doing this for my grade. The thing is, I'll fail if I don't. Somehow, a few kids got out of it. Whatever to them. We had two weeks to prepare our song. And we sound beast. Just saying: If anyone from Northbranch is reading this, please feel free to cancel your event in future years.
Flint's tree-lighting ceremony was the other night. Sadly, I did not attend, but heard there were carriages and other cool stuff. I only didn't go because 1) I had Philharmonia and 2) didn't know about it until the carriages were driving away. Oh well.
Life has been busy. Things are getting busier. This weekend is the major mountain I'm working on tackling. I still have to finish my Knights of Columbus poster... Another thing I don't really want to do. I rock at procrastination. (=
Preparing for the break has been nice, only two weeks left. I'm reading in the Mass on Tuesday at my school, reading the 1st reading actually... You can pretty much say it's a fun time. Missing class for practice for Mass? Yes, please.
I can't write long today... I really do need to do this more often.
I love you all.
Have a supreme Saturday.
Let it Glee.
Tomorrow, I'm doing something I really don't want to do. I'm doing it for myself, and my friends Alysia and Olivia. I'm performing at Northbranch, their annual event called "Solo and Ensemble". Most of all, I'm doing this for my grade. The thing is, I'll fail if I don't. Somehow, a few kids got out of it. Whatever to them. We had two weeks to prepare our song. And we sound beast. Just saying: If anyone from Northbranch is reading this, please feel free to cancel your event in future years.
Flint's tree-lighting ceremony was the other night. Sadly, I did not attend, but heard there were carriages and other cool stuff. I only didn't go because 1) I had Philharmonia and 2) didn't know about it until the carriages were driving away. Oh well.
Life has been busy. Things are getting busier. This weekend is the major mountain I'm working on tackling. I still have to finish my Knights of Columbus poster... Another thing I don't really want to do. I rock at procrastination. (=
Preparing for the break has been nice, only two weeks left. I'm reading in the Mass on Tuesday at my school, reading the 1st reading actually... You can pretty much say it's a fun time. Missing class for practice for Mass? Yes, please.
I can't write long today... I really do need to do this more often.
I love you all.
Have a supreme Saturday.
Let it Glee.
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