Hey guys!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE pray for Kelsey. We need another miracle.
Read here.
thanks guys!
~Believer in PRTC
Oh Wisdom Teeth...
I figured I should enlighten you on the moments of my misery so that we may all enjoy and laugh.
On the way home from just having goten them out, my Dad stopped to get me a vanilla shake from McDonald's. I asked him to get me a spoon instead of a straw because I'm not supposed to have a straw. (Really, it was a miracle that even that came out of my mouth and made sense.) After I got the shake and the spoon, I pealed the plastic off it and stuck that spoon all the way down into my shake. Then I attempted to drink from it. I just couldn't figure out why it wouldn't work. Lesson learned, you can not drink from a spoon.
Before me trying to drink from my spoon, I wanted to take my cherry off the top and throw it out of the window. I scooped it off the top, and rolled down my window. To throw it out, you know how you normally just tilt it a little and fling it outside? Well...my body didn't work too well with the little bit of my brain that was working. I turned it upside down while still in the boundaries of my lap, the cherry ker-plunked onto my jean leg, and with what little fling I had, some of it got on the car mirror. My dad just laughed, really hard.
While we were in the car, still driving, Dad asked me if he could take a video of me. My reply?
"Dad, I know where we are." Said in a voice with excessive whining. My Dad reassured me that he wouldn't take any, and he didn't. But, no later then five minutes later I asked.
"Dad?"
"Yes honey?"
"Where are we?" I can't even remember what he said. But I'm pretty sure he laughed.
Hope you guys had a good laugh at this!
Love you guys!
~Believer in PRTC
On the way home from just having goten them out, my Dad stopped to get me a vanilla shake from McDonald's. I asked him to get me a spoon instead of a straw because I'm not supposed to have a straw. (Really, it was a miracle that even that came out of my mouth and made sense.) After I got the shake and the spoon, I pealed the plastic off it and stuck that spoon all the way down into my shake. Then I attempted to drink from it. I just couldn't figure out why it wouldn't work. Lesson learned, you can not drink from a spoon.
Before me trying to drink from my spoon, I wanted to take my cherry off the top and throw it out of the window. I scooped it off the top, and rolled down my window. To throw it out, you know how you normally just tilt it a little and fling it outside? Well...my body didn't work too well with the little bit of my brain that was working. I turned it upside down while still in the boundaries of my lap, the cherry ker-plunked onto my jean leg, and with what little fling I had, some of it got on the car mirror. My dad just laughed, really hard.
While we were in the car, still driving, Dad asked me if he could take a video of me. My reply?
"Dad, I know where we are." Said in a voice with excessive whining. My Dad reassured me that he wouldn't take any, and he didn't. But, no later then five minutes later I asked.
"Dad?"
"Yes honey?"
"Where are we?" I can't even remember what he said. But I'm pretty sure he laughed.
Hope you guys had a good laugh at this!
Love you guys!
~Believer in PRTC
Creations of Beauty a la Ali.
I've been feeling creative lately.
This is my door. Katie and Anna came over last night. We splattered. (Don't tell me that word isn't witty when used as a verb.)
I made cupcakes that look like minions from Despicable Me. Aren't they adorable?
This is one of the many creations that I've made with those little magnetic earth balls or whatever you call them. These things are so cool. They're strangely addicting.
Coolest Chip bowl ever! You do this, then...
Cover it with black paint. After it's dry, you take off the yarn and the color shows through. It's so pretty.
This isn't anything I created, but I think it cool. Anyone else ever seen a heart shaped nerd?
Sorry about the quality of these photos I took them all with my phone. Hope you're having a great Sunday!
~Believer in PRTC
These are a few of my favorite things
There are always those weekends with your friends that are unforgettable. This was one.
Paradise Falls (painted by yours truly and her best buds).
Beautiful Anna :) Isn't she gorgeous?
I really like this picture.
Katie and I love books. This is what happens when shes gone all summer and we can't trade books. ha :)
Well, that was my weekend! How was yours?
*I wrote this post a few days ago, but realized that I just hadn't posted it yet. Haha.
~Believer in PRTC
Tis the Season
It's snowing! It feels like it should be Christmas, but my mind doesn't know why it isn't. It's a rather funny thing. Whenever my bright Chucks step into the snow and my feet get wet, I think I'm stepping into a world of fluffy ice cream. Which reminds me, my brother and I are soon to cross off another thing off of my bucket list.
Eat a bowl of ice cream while sitting in the snow.
I shall post picture after the epic event takes place to give you proof of it. I am very excited.
In other news, I'm finishing up "Pay it Forward". Great movie. I totally recommend it if you haven't seen it. It has a few bad parts in it, but just used the fast forward button, and you won't miss a thing!
Hope you're having a great week!
~Believer in PRTC
Eat a bowl of ice cream while sitting in the snow.
I shall post picture after the epic event takes place to give you proof of it. I am very excited.
In other news, I'm finishing up "Pay it Forward". Great movie. I totally recommend it if you haven't seen it. It has a few bad parts in it, but just used the fast forward button, and you won't miss a thing!
Hope you're having a great week!
~Believer in PRTC
Paperdoll Party and Giveaway!
Hey guys! Head over here to check out the party and sign up for the giveaway!
Head here to see the beautiful miss Katie's blog. (which I highly recommend.)
If you're one of those cool people who have a Tumblr go here to find miss Katie's.
Or, the new one to Tumblr aka me, here.
Even the wonderful writer (and author of the book, Paperdoll), Natalie, has a blog right here.
I am SOOOO excited about this party, and giveaway!! It's you guys who make it possible.
I love you, followers,
~Believer in PRTC
Head here to see the beautiful miss Katie's blog. (which I highly recommend.)
If you're one of those cool people who have a Tumblr go here to find miss Katie's.
Or, the new one to Tumblr aka me, here.
Even the wonderful writer (and author of the book, Paperdoll), Natalie, has a blog right here.
I am SOOOO excited about this party, and giveaway!! It's you guys who make it possible.
I love you, followers,
~Believer in PRTC
Tis my room.
Welcome to my room...
My bead curtains. They block no sun, and don't match anything in my room, but they're pretty.
This is my wall filled with notes, pictures, funny things, and things I miss and love. It's my favorite.
It's the pick that I got from Mike Donehey two years ago. It excites me every time I see it.
The poster that I very very sadly didn't get to have signed because we had to leave early.
Coolest poster ever. Sadly, these guys aren't together anymore. They guy in the red is on of my friends that I talk to often though.
My pumpkin defuse, it smells SO good, but I can't find it again until Thanksgiving.
This is the mess of my room. My guitars, music stand, posters, and note the stack of books to the right that I have yet to read.
My keyboard that I don't play very much anymore.
They're awesome. I got to meet them.
Karly and I.
My random wall. Love my red superman cape! One of my friends from my old school has the batman one.
This is me...standing.
At 2 am, my dog wasn't phased by all the picture taking.
This is my Bible. I feel like I underline everything that I read.
This is a great book! You need to get it!
Another book that I got for Christmas, Denise Hunter is an awesome writer.
That's my room!
~Believer in PRTC
The Day Before
Bucket List item #49.
Go to (a name of a school that I start attending tomorrow).
When did this happen?
I'm kind of excited.
Go to (a name of a school that I start attending tomorrow).
When did this happen?
I'm kind of excited.
Giveaway Winner!!!!
Congrats Little Fairy from The Inkwell, you won!!!!!
Leave a comment with your address and I will send it out ASAP! Thanks to everyone else who entered too! Come back later for the next one :)
~Believer in PRTC
Leave a comment with your address and I will send it out ASAP! Thanks to everyone else who entered too! Come back later for the next one :)
~Believer in PRTC
Just the Way You Are
"Stay beautiful, my love."
He liked to tell me this all of the time. He knew that I despised being called beautiful. I don't see how this idiotic mess could be even remotely beautiful. He tilted my chin up to look into his bright blue eyes.
"I wish I had eyes like that." I thought.
"Why don't you believe me?"
The question was blunt. He had never asked me why before. He didn't know the secrets that existed behind the walls surrounding my heart. No one knew. It would be such a disgrace to everyone. He probably wouldn't even talk to me anymore. The thought of losing all I had worked so hard for, didn't sound appealing. His finger traced my jaw ling drawing my attention back to him and his nagging question.
"No reason." I told him.
I looked down, feeling the guilt of the lie linger in my chest. He clutched my hand and led me to the couch in his room. He sat down on the left side of the black couch, while I sat closely to him on the right. My knees pressed into his thigh, with my feet tucked under me, and my head towards him.
"Please tell me the truth." His eyes held compassion while he searched for any hint of surrendering to an answer. "I'm not going to hurt you in any way, and you know that. Please, just trust me."
"How?" I asked.
"How what?"
"How can you trust when there's so much hurt in the world?" The concept of trust was always hard to comprehend.
"You can't always. I guess that's just why you find the ones that are worth suffering for, and go from there."
"Why is it that way?" I asked him.
"If there wasn't any hurt would we ever learn?"
"No I guess not..." I let my voice tail off.
"You're beautiful." He told me, again.
"Will you please stop saying that?"
"Why?" His crooked smiled shone through the question.
"I don't like it."
"Come on." He got up and led me to his parents gigantic master bedroom. I was surrounded by dull gray-blue and white walls. Distracting me, he tugged on my arm and drew my attention to a full length mirror that I was standing in front of.
"Go ahead." He told me.
"What in the world are you wanting me to do?" I was kind of getting frustrated that he was making me do all of this.
"Just say what you're thinking." He stood to my right, arms crossed, watching me.
He wasn't going to budge on this.
I "humph"ed and glared at the projection of myself. My hair is frizzy and a gross darker shade of blond. It never laid flat, and it never curled right.
"My hair." I stated, not amused.
"I like your hair. I love it's color and how it isn't always straight or curly. It's in between."
"I'm not going to do this if you're going to comment about everything I say."
"Then can I tell you what I see?" He asked me.
I nodded slightly, annoyed that he was going to do this.
He walked over and stood right behind me. His hands were placed gently on my shoulders, and he made eye contact with me in the mirror.
"When I see you, I see a person unlike many others. This wonderful girl has unique hair that is gorgeous no matter how it is worn. Her eyes are such a bright sky blue. I could stare at them all day. Her face is perfectly round with a cute nose. Her body fits her perfectly. She isn't big, but she isn't tiny either. She's shorter then me, which is the way I prefer it to be. Shes stylish, smart and beautiful, and I don't want her to change." He smiled at me through the mirror.
"I don't know what to say." I told him. It was sweet, but I couldn't be sure he was right.
"Then don't. Trust me though. Believe me. Only you can fix your thoughts. All I can do is influence them." He left and walked out of the room.
I picked at a strand of hair, and twirled it around my finger.
I like your hair. I love it's color and how it's never straight or curly. It's in between. His words echoed through my mind. You are beautiful, my love.
"Could he be right?" I thought. My mind wasn't focusing. Maybe this truth that I had believe so long was a terrible lie.
No sooner were my thoughts interrupted by a gentle piano medley. Knowing there was no one else in the house other then him and I, and he played piano well, I knew that it was him.
I followed the sound into their music room. A keyboard and amps stood against the wall to the left. Guitars lined the wall in front of me. And there was a grand piano on the right wall, setting on top of a stage. The room was black and white, making the it have it's own personality. He sat on the piano bench of the grand piano. He had stoped playing when he noticed that I walked into the room. He stood up and motioned with his hands for me to come and sit next to him. I walked across the floor, my Chucks making a soft squeak each time I stepped. I looked down until I got the edge of the stage and almost fell while climbing up the stairs and onto the stage. I situated myself next to him and looked at him.
"I want to play a song for you." He told me.
I nodded, signaling for him to continue.
He started playing an upbeat, faster paced song. Before I knew it the speakers lit up and started playing music. I blushed, feeling like a little girl getting serenaded.
"Oh her eyes, her eyes,
Make the stars look like they're not shining.
Her hair, her hair,
Falls perfectly without her trying.
She's so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.
Yeah I know, I know,
When I compliment her,
She wont believe me.
And its so, its so,
Sad to think she don't see what I see.
But every time she asks me do I look okay,
I say,
When I see your face,
There's not a thing that I would change.
Cause you're amazing.
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile.
Cause girl you're amazing,
Just the way you are."
My eyes filled with water as I put my hands over his hands to make him stop playing. The music from the speakers was still playing in the background as he said with a crooked smile on his face,
"What's the matter? Do you not like Bruno Mars?"
I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"I believe you." I told him. For the first time I could remember, I felt good about myself.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, "Good, because you're beautiful, my love."
Hope you liked it! Let me know :)
~Believer in PRTC
He liked to tell me this all of the time. He knew that I despised being called beautiful. I don't see how this idiotic mess could be even remotely beautiful. He tilted my chin up to look into his bright blue eyes.
"I wish I had eyes like that." I thought.
"Why don't you believe me?"
The question was blunt. He had never asked me why before. He didn't know the secrets that existed behind the walls surrounding my heart. No one knew. It would be such a disgrace to everyone. He probably wouldn't even talk to me anymore. The thought of losing all I had worked so hard for, didn't sound appealing. His finger traced my jaw ling drawing my attention back to him and his nagging question.
"No reason." I told him.
I looked down, feeling the guilt of the lie linger in my chest. He clutched my hand and led me to the couch in his room. He sat down on the left side of the black couch, while I sat closely to him on the right. My knees pressed into his thigh, with my feet tucked under me, and my head towards him.
"Please tell me the truth." His eyes held compassion while he searched for any hint of surrendering to an answer. "I'm not going to hurt you in any way, and you know that. Please, just trust me."
"How?" I asked.
"How what?"
"How can you trust when there's so much hurt in the world?" The concept of trust was always hard to comprehend.
"You can't always. I guess that's just why you find the ones that are worth suffering for, and go from there."
"Why is it that way?" I asked him.
"If there wasn't any hurt would we ever learn?"
"No I guess not..." I let my voice tail off.
"You're beautiful." He told me, again.
"Will you please stop saying that?"
"Why?" His crooked smiled shone through the question.
"I don't like it."
"Come on." He got up and led me to his parents gigantic master bedroom. I was surrounded by dull gray-blue and white walls. Distracting me, he tugged on my arm and drew my attention to a full length mirror that I was standing in front of.
"Go ahead." He told me.
"What in the world are you wanting me to do?" I was kind of getting frustrated that he was making me do all of this.
"Just say what you're thinking." He stood to my right, arms crossed, watching me.
He wasn't going to budge on this.
I "humph"ed and glared at the projection of myself. My hair is frizzy and a gross darker shade of blond. It never laid flat, and it never curled right.
"My hair." I stated, not amused.
"I like your hair. I love it's color and how it isn't always straight or curly. It's in between."
"I'm not going to do this if you're going to comment about everything I say."
"Then can I tell you what I see?" He asked me.
I nodded slightly, annoyed that he was going to do this.
He walked over and stood right behind me. His hands were placed gently on my shoulders, and he made eye contact with me in the mirror.
"When I see you, I see a person unlike many others. This wonderful girl has unique hair that is gorgeous no matter how it is worn. Her eyes are such a bright sky blue. I could stare at them all day. Her face is perfectly round with a cute nose. Her body fits her perfectly. She isn't big, but she isn't tiny either. She's shorter then me, which is the way I prefer it to be. Shes stylish, smart and beautiful, and I don't want her to change." He smiled at me through the mirror.
"I don't know what to say." I told him. It was sweet, but I couldn't be sure he was right.
"Then don't. Trust me though. Believe me. Only you can fix your thoughts. All I can do is influence them." He left and walked out of the room.
I picked at a strand of hair, and twirled it around my finger.
I like your hair. I love it's color and how it's never straight or curly. It's in between. His words echoed through my mind. You are beautiful, my love.
"Could he be right?" I thought. My mind wasn't focusing. Maybe this truth that I had believe so long was a terrible lie.
No sooner were my thoughts interrupted by a gentle piano medley. Knowing there was no one else in the house other then him and I, and he played piano well, I knew that it was him.
I followed the sound into their music room. A keyboard and amps stood against the wall to the left. Guitars lined the wall in front of me. And there was a grand piano on the right wall, setting on top of a stage. The room was black and white, making the it have it's own personality. He sat on the piano bench of the grand piano. He had stoped playing when he noticed that I walked into the room. He stood up and motioned with his hands for me to come and sit next to him. I walked across the floor, my Chucks making a soft squeak each time I stepped. I looked down until I got the edge of the stage and almost fell while climbing up the stairs and onto the stage. I situated myself next to him and looked at him.
"I want to play a song for you." He told me.
I nodded, signaling for him to continue.
He started playing an upbeat, faster paced song. Before I knew it the speakers lit up and started playing music. I blushed, feeling like a little girl getting serenaded.
"Oh her eyes, her eyes,
Make the stars look like they're not shining.
Her hair, her hair,
Falls perfectly without her trying.
She's so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.
Yeah I know, I know,
When I compliment her,
She wont believe me.
And its so, its so,
Sad to think she don't see what I see.
But every time she asks me do I look okay,
I say,
When I see your face,
There's not a thing that I would change.
Cause you're amazing.
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile.
Cause girl you're amazing,
Just the way you are."
My eyes filled with water as I put my hands over his hands to make him stop playing. The music from the speakers was still playing in the background as he said with a crooked smile on his face,
"What's the matter? Do you not like Bruno Mars?"
I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"I believe you." I told him. For the first time I could remember, I felt good about myself.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, "Good, because you're beautiful, my love."
Hope you liked it! Let me know :)
~Believer in PRTC
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