Please pray that she gets better before tomorrow - I'm kinda hoping that this is only a 24 hour bug and not something serious.

And you must think I've gotten substantially nuttier since my last post. I won't deny the possibility of it, but I can't help thinking of my violin as a real person.

I was going to write something that actually had some thinking value to it, but the rest of the family is watching LOTR and I'm finding it hard to concentrate.

So tomorrow is lessons and ice skating. Huzza!

Did somebody call Grond?

I finally got fed up with trying to fix the layout and so here are the fruits of a very agitated, busy, distracted, 15 year old girl. ...

A pre-made layout. I feel pathetic.

Oh wow....the Battle of Pelennor...gotta love it. *swoons*

It's hard to believe that I'll be 16 in a few months....not that 16 is old, but the fact that time is passing so quickly. I almost went into cardiac arrest yesterday when it dawned on me that I only have 2 more years until college. Makes me just want to curl up and go to sleep forever.

I like the idea of going through life though, even with it's trials and tribulations, the experiences make up for it all. Not only that, but as we grow old (and if we grow old properly), we not only know about the sufferings of humankind, but also the unique sweetness of that suffering. So all in all, there isn't too much to be afraid of when you unite yourself so close to Our Lord and His Mother that they are your spiritual cushions for when you fall.

Which reminds me, mom was reading us a story from the "Catholic Hearth" (I love that magazine so much) that has a lot to do with the above written. The example was ice skates. Now everybody knows how painful it is when you forget to sharpen the blades on your skates - the blades don't grip, so you slip and slide until your ankles eventually loose control. About a second after that, you will find yourself contemplating Yoda's sage advice "One with the Ice, you must be." *Okay, so he said Force, not ice....technicalities, yeesh!"

Anyway, it hurts, even if the only injury you get is a bit of ice burn or whatever they call it. When you are little, the article went on to say, your life is pretty much a straight line where you don't have any sharp turns to watch out for, so skating is easy. But when you get older, your life becomes much more complicated, and you need sharp skates to maneuver the sharp turns, otherwise you'll fall nice and hard. Moral? Point? "Sharpen early, sharpen often." Pray enough and work hard enough, so that you will be a professional skater by the time you get to that great big Ice Rink in the Sky.