Something you may not know about me is that I'm a morning person. I don't know many early birds aside from myself, I guess we're a dying breed. I love having the first hour or so of the day to myself. My favorite way to start the day is going downstairs when everybody is sleeping and the sun is blazing through our kitchen door. I make a cup of tea and grab a book, or put on my running shoes and go for a run, or better yet take off my socks and race across the wet lawn.
I feel at my best in the morning. The whole day is ahead of me and it can be completly different than yesterday. Of course, it doesn't always go according to plan, but then there will be new mornings. Today was a beautiful morning. I sat in the yard with my tea, read Colossions and sang as loud as I could in the shower. Then I got to school and everything changed. It wasn't the greatest day I've ever had. I did badly on a math test that I had studied hard for and I had friend trouble. I was pretty grumpy, which is why I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning's fresh start.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Girl Day!
I have just returned from an unforgetable experience! As some of you may know my grandparents are visiting us in the Czech Republic for the first time, so it was my mom's idea to have a ladies retreat in a luxerious hotel in Poland.
My dad dropped us off and then disappeared to have his own adventure with my grandpa at Auschwitz (I found it kind of ironic that they were at a concentration camp while we soaked in fragrant hot tubs:). Right after we arrived we ate a magnifcent lunch at the buffet, soaked for hours in the various hot tubs and pools at the spa (I was sporting a brand new swimsuit) and then returned to our room thoroughly pink and exfoliated. We then settled down to a dinner we had brought with us, and watched episodes of a BBC show about women in the fashion buissness. What a perfect end to a lovely girl's day!
The next morning we made our way to the hair salon and my grandmother treated us all to hair cuts. Anyway, it was fine, the only weird part about this particular hair cut was the fact that a GUY cut it. An actual member of the opposite sex touched my hair, not to mention my very private scalp! I occupied myself during my haircut by thinking of the way I would defend myself if he made any inappropriate advances on my hair. I decided could probably knock him out pretty easily with a bottle of hairspray, but if that didn't work I could probably use one of the nifty moves I've picked up by watching Kate from Lost. In the end, three generations of beatifully tressed women filed out of the salon, perfectly satisfied with our lovely new haircuts. (the man turned out to be very nice and a skilled haircutterer)
So we wrapped up our time together by lingering over coffee and drinking in lots of family history from Grandma. It was an amazing time and I love both of them so much. I'm grateful to have two strong christian women as role models.Thanks for reading:)
My dad dropped us off and then disappeared to have his own adventure with my grandpa at Auschwitz (I found it kind of ironic that they were at a concentration camp while we soaked in fragrant hot tubs:). Right after we arrived we ate a magnifcent lunch at the buffet, soaked for hours in the various hot tubs and pools at the spa (I was sporting a brand new swimsuit) and then returned to our room thoroughly pink and exfoliated. We then settled down to a dinner we had brought with us, and watched episodes of a BBC show about women in the fashion buissness. What a perfect end to a lovely girl's day!
The next morning we made our way to the hair salon and my grandmother treated us all to hair cuts. Anyway, it was fine, the only weird part about this particular hair cut was the fact that a GUY cut it. An actual member of the opposite sex touched my hair, not to mention my very private scalp! I occupied myself during my haircut by thinking of the way I would defend myself if he made any inappropriate advances on my hair. I decided could probably knock him out pretty easily with a bottle of hairspray, but if that didn't work I could probably use one of the nifty moves I've picked up by watching Kate from Lost. In the end, three generations of beatifully tressed women filed out of the salon, perfectly satisfied with our lovely new haircuts. (the man turned out to be very nice and a skilled haircutterer)
So we wrapped up our time together by lingering over coffee and drinking in lots of family history from Grandma. It was an amazing time and I love both of them so much. I'm grateful to have two strong christian women as role models.Thanks for reading:)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Shriveled Rubber Brain...Please Pray!
Hello:)
I really need prayer right now. Because of recent circumstances like reconstruction, I haven't been able to have my own room. It's not even so much my own room that I miss, as a door. (those of you who have been a teenaged girl will know what I mean, if not, please take my word for it:) Anyway it's been wearing on me more than I expected and I need alot of peace and patience.
-Lucy Rose
P.S.
However,I don't want any one to get the wrong idea. I do want to be with people and enjoy their company, but I know that if I don't get a certain amount of time on my own, my brain fizzles out and shrivels up into a wad of black rubber. And nobody wants to be round me then:) So, thanks for reading!
I really need prayer right now. Because of recent circumstances like reconstruction, I haven't been able to have my own room. It's not even so much my own room that I miss, as a door. (those of you who have been a teenaged girl will know what I mean, if not, please take my word for it:) Anyway it's been wearing on me more than I expected and I need alot of peace and patience.
-Lucy Rose
P.S.
However,I don't want any one to get the wrong idea. I do want to be with people and enjoy their company, but I know that if I don't get a certain amount of time on my own, my brain fizzles out and shrivels up into a wad of black rubber. And nobody wants to be round me then:) So, thanks for reading!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Change
Hello Faithful Blog Readers!
I've been feeling differently about myself lately, so I thought it was time for a change in the way my blog looks. I've never done played around with stuff like this before, so it was fun. I tried to apply a bit of the knowledge gained in computer class, although it mostly didn't work. But it was a blast and I feel pretty good about the results:) Thanks for reading!
I've been feeling differently about myself lately, so I thought it was time for a change in the way my blog looks. I've never done played around with stuff like this before, so it was fun. I tried to apply a bit of the knowledge gained in computer class, although it mostly didn't work. But it was a blast and I feel pretty good about the results:) Thanks for reading!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Play's the Thing!
Yesterday I had a very interesting experience. I went to a play that a couple of my friends were acting in. The play was called "Sladkohorske Barvoslepost" which means "Bittersweet Colorblindness" in English. I got a ride with my friend Gabi and her boyfriend. And yes, it was a little awkward, but I was just glad I got a ride at all!
The play itself was creepy and twisted, albeit very well written, and the acting was pretty good too. It was about an emotional bookish boy who falls in love with a girl, meanwhile the other characters face problems like dealing with the murder of a daughter and the disapearance of a husband. Slowly it is revealed through dramatic music and strange people in tights (at one point they were missing one girl in tights, Jirka asked me if I wanted to have that part, once I saw the play I was kinda glad I turned him down!) that the girl our hero has fallen in love with is dead. It reminded me a little of the movie Corpse Bride, without the cute songs. Anyway in the end it was revealed that the boy is actually suffering from a serious mental illness. Oh and that she was in fact murdered by her own father who wanted to save her from the suffering of this world. Like I said, very creepy! The guy who wrote it (he also directed it and acted the lead, wow, alot of work...) must have had some serious issues. Hanka (my friend who acted in it) said he wrote at the cemetery.
All in all, I was glad I went. My friend Jirka did a great job and was very convincing. And Hanka was great too, very believable. It was just very interesting experience and I needed to talk about it:) Thanks for reading!
The play itself was creepy and twisted, albeit very well written, and the acting was pretty good too. It was about an emotional bookish boy who falls in love with a girl, meanwhile the other characters face problems like dealing with the murder of a daughter and the disapearance of a husband. Slowly it is revealed through dramatic music and strange people in tights (at one point they were missing one girl in tights, Jirka asked me if I wanted to have that part, once I saw the play I was kinda glad I turned him down!) that the girl our hero has fallen in love with is dead. It reminded me a little of the movie Corpse Bride, without the cute songs. Anyway in the end it was revealed that the boy is actually suffering from a serious mental illness. Oh and that she was in fact murdered by her own father who wanted to save her from the suffering of this world. Like I said, very creepy! The guy who wrote it (he also directed it and acted the lead, wow, alot of work...) must have had some serious issues. Hanka (my friend who acted in it) said he wrote at the cemetery.
All in all, I was glad I went. My friend Jirka did a great job and was very convincing. And Hanka was great too, very believable. It was just very interesting experience and I needed to talk about it:) Thanks for reading!
Friday, May 9, 2008
A Recovering Addict (to embarrassment)
Lately I've been trying to come out of a phase. This phase could be called "Being Embarrassed by Everything". I'm sure those of you who survived puberty (what an awful word) know all about it. Anyway, I was hit with an unusually excruciating case of BEE, and still occasionally suffer from it. Of course being embarrassed by my parents is normal. I don't want to turn on them in a nasty way, but they are the ones who imitated the monkeys at the zoo that one time. I have very vivid memories of that event, I'm sure you can't blame me for that, at least!
Anyway, my point in all this is that my case of BEE was starting to blow out of proportion, I was being embarrassed by absolutly everything; the way my dad has a loud voice, or the way my mom chews, and the way my little brother sneezes or my big brother breathes!!! I'm surprised they didn't get rid of me. But then something happened that made me stop in my embarrassed tracks and look at things from a better perspective. My friend's father is an alcoholic, and one day I saw her walking home with her dad, who, let's just say wasn't feeling too good, and he was talking to himself and falling over. I thought about how I get embarrassed by my dad when he wears a silly hat or sings while he walks, but my friend has to put up with that kind of dad. I felt really stupid for being embarrassed by parents who love me and care for me, and who are trying their best to adapt to a different culture.
So ever since then, whenever I feel I'm about to be embarrassed for a irrational reason (the monkey imitations were completly rational by the way) I try to remember that it doesn't really matter what other people think, but only what God thinks. One verse that helped (still does) is in Genesis when Samuel is looking for the new king to annoint and he can only see the physical assets of David's brothers.
1 Samuel 16:7
But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."
So as a recovering BEE, I'm not saying I'll never be embarrassed again, but I am saying that I have been trying to do a better job thinking about my heart instead of my outward appearance.
Anyway, my point in all this is that my case of BEE was starting to blow out of proportion, I was being embarrassed by absolutly everything; the way my dad has a loud voice, or the way my mom chews, and the way my little brother sneezes or my big brother breathes!!! I'm surprised they didn't get rid of me. But then something happened that made me stop in my embarrassed tracks and look at things from a better perspective. My friend's father is an alcoholic, and one day I saw her walking home with her dad, who, let's just say wasn't feeling too good, and he was talking to himself and falling over. I thought about how I get embarrassed by my dad when he wears a silly hat or sings while he walks, but my friend has to put up with that kind of dad. I felt really stupid for being embarrassed by parents who love me and care for me, and who are trying their best to adapt to a different culture.
So ever since then, whenever I feel I'm about to be embarrassed for a irrational reason (the monkey imitations were completly rational by the way) I try to remember that it doesn't really matter what other people think, but only what God thinks. One verse that helped (still does) is in Genesis when Samuel is looking for the new king to annoint and he can only see the physical assets of David's brothers.
1 Samuel 16:7
But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."
So as a recovering BEE, I'm not saying I'll never be embarrassed again, but I am saying that I have been trying to do a better job thinking about my heart instead of my outward appearance.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Six year old me
Today we are cleaning out our bookshelves. This is a very long process, seeing as our family owns TONS of books. We hoard them like squirrels preparing for a really long winter (I actually found tooth marks on some of them). They cover practically every wall in our house. Anyway, getting to the point, among the piles of maggoty mott eaten pages, I found a book of stories that I wrote when I was about six or seven. They are about my imaginary character named No-On. At age six I was facsinated by the fact that some words could have a meaning both backwards and forwards, hence the name No-On. So last time I showed you a story I wrote at age fifteen and this week you can read a story from the six year old Lucy.
No-On
No-On is a litel grl. She is sortov por, she onlee has a bole of soop abowt a sentemeeter deep for her meals. No-On lives in a smol cottage with one room, she has one toy. She has an ant for a pet, and she takes it for a walk every day, but her ant gets stompt on every day. So, she has to get a noo (new) one.
One morning, when No-On got up and she looked out the window, she saw the same old things as yooshuwwol (usual). But thar was one thing that was diffrint. Thar was a monster.
According to my parents, I was always creating new stories and drawing pictures to illustrate them. I was a strange little kid.
Well, thanks for reading! Bye for now!
No-On
No-On is a litel grl. She is sortov por, she onlee has a bole of soop abowt a sentemeeter deep for her meals. No-On lives in a smol cottage with one room, she has one toy. She has an ant for a pet, and she takes it for a walk every day, but her ant gets stompt on every day. So, she has to get a noo (new) one.
One morning, when No-On got up and she looked out the window, she saw the same old things as yooshuwwol (usual). But thar was one thing that was diffrint. Thar was a monster.
According to my parents, I was always creating new stories and drawing pictures to illustrate them. I was a strange little kid.
Well, thanks for reading! Bye for now!
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