tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547452529015278632024-02-20T02:58:17.246-08:00So There I was...Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-1649490040945001772009-12-06T19:26:00.000-08:002009-12-06T19:42:23.248-08:00So There I Was... [Covered in sweat]So there I was covered in sweat. Somehow I got roped into running a 5K with my family. How did that happen? (Pointer #1- Never let anyone convince you that running is fun. How can sweating, breathing heavily/panting and having nothing to listen or be able to read be fun?) Well, I started training and the 1 mile grew to 3 and I kept running. The day came that we had to sign up for the run. (Pointer #2- Even though it might seem like a good idea at the time, it wont when it is the day of the run!) The days drew on, I got sick, I got better, I got sick again, and then better. Thanksgiving came, our family was excited! My aunt Heather, Uncle Micheal, Uncle Jered, cousin Haydee, mom, dad, sister, youth leader, his wife and a friend were all running in the race. Well, Saturday arrived and we all were getting hydrated for the race. Around 3:30 we arrived and got ready (and put our bibs on!) and stretched. Finally we went outside, lined up and waited for the whistle! The whistle was blown and we started running. Last lap, I was dieing. Lots of pictures were taken. (Pointer #3-When you are drenched in sweat, your face is bright red and your hair is scattered every which direction, dont let people take pictures. You dont look 'beautiful'!) Well, I was getting close to the last strech, but my asthma was killing me! My uncle ran with me a good portion of the way (thank you!) and then my dad sprinted the last stretch with me! All in all, you should run my next 5K with me! Maybe even a 10K?Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-33234537785206379132009-08-24T16:30:00.000-07:002009-08-24T16:44:59.717-07:00So There I Was...Standing at the Door<span style="color:#009900;">So there I was standing in front of a high school guy at my front door in pajama shorts and a t-shirt. My hair was greasy and stringy and I did not look too gorgeous! (Pointer #1-Be ready for unexpected visitors. Well, at least not pj's and in need of a shower!) He was selling this card thing because he was raising money for football. Well, after listening politely to him I told him "My parents aren't at home right now." (Don't freak, my grandma was here!) He said "Well, do you know when they'll be back?" I say no, and he says he might come back the next day. (Pointer #2-Just nod and smile if you don't want to say much!) So, the next night I was downstairs with my friends and sister and apparently he came again...My mom comes in and goes "Your friend was here and wondered where you were!" and my sister and me were just like no!!!!! We thought that was over the night before! He was our 'sort-of'' neighbor and he had asked where we were! Well, we were trying to figure out what we would do if he came back and we decided on shouting downstairs "Dad! Theres a nice boy and hes come for my hand!!!!" Okay, not really. We'll see what happens................ Well, the whole thing might have been avoided if I had listend when ym sister said "Don't answer the door." But I had thought she said "Answer the door!" (Pointer #3-Listen closely to your sister. It might not be your brother!)</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-16004095151700570262009-01-28T18:35:00.000-08:002009-01-28T18:46:14.187-08:00So there I was...Carrying a Friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cifI358jh9xPbpn5xc4_3cdikW85XwjLKBVAFgvCfcQu3S5C3pkMVtfGU9DENxlmpWxozCnbDoGfV3-ELLCUaHusSdPlotRJ2f3VOGsGEca-T77emBhHckVnmtMCwz6B5fpYp9SRkkgd/s1600-h/believe65.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541282870582018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cifI358jh9xPbpn5xc4_3cdikW85XwjLKBVAFgvCfcQu3S5C3pkMVtfGU9DENxlmpWxozCnbDoGfV3-ELLCUaHusSdPlotRJ2f3VOGsGEca-T77emBhHckVnmtMCwz6B5fpYp9SRkkgd/s320/believe65.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So there I was holding onto my friends feet and dragging her into the Womens Restroom. (Pointer #1-When carrying a friend, don't drop her because she'll threaten you and start chasing you....hehehe.....) Well, we got into the bathroom (four of us girls) and started talking. After awhile my friend decided to go the bathroom, but after she had gone I told her it sometimes didn't flush! (OOPS! Pointer #2- When a bathroom doesn't work right, warn your friends BEFORE they find that out for themselves.....) Well, we decided to be helpers and lock the door from the inside so that no one else would have to go through that torment. EXCEPT we couldn't lock it from the outside. So we sent our friend to climb over the stall to lock it and then get back out (same friend that we carryed in there!). Well, she got halfway and we were able to lock it from the outside. (Pointer #3-When you're making a run for it from one of your friends who are threatening you, find a GOOD hiding place!) Well, we left her, on top of the stall, halkfway in between and we ran for it. Except she found us because all we did was hide behind a coat, while standing! All in all, this is better left to the experts............ </div>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-4687529115291059732008-10-28T13:20:00.000-07:002008-10-28T13:22:00.557-07:00So there I was... The Hive Ship<span style="color:#000066;">So there I was standing on the balcony with my good friend Julia and we were looking at the sky ((looking at the moon actually)) and we saw two blinking objects! I moved closed to Julia and stubbed my foot in a nail that was poking out of a piece of wood. ((Pointer #1 - Be careful on old balcony's when barefoot. Actually, just don't be clumsy like me and step on one)) I shook it off and stood next to Julia. "Hey look! Blinking stars!" I exclaimed. "No, those are Hives. They've got to be! they're probably fighting." We looked at each other with excitement. Although we couldn't really see each other because it was dark. But I'm sure she was as excited as I was.....ish. "We've got to tell Jennae and Kayla!" We went to the door to do so to find it locked by my brother. ((Pointer #2 - Never, ever, have a door that doesn't unlock.....it's bad news.)) Well, we knocked on the door and got Jennae's attention. We said "Jennae, guess what! Two Hives are fighting!" "Really?!" She asked. After that, we decided to go inside and take cover. We didn't know when they might blow the other one up. ((Pointer #3 - If you're on the top level of the house, you probably aren't that safe from things like bursting-into-flame Hives. Go to the basement.)) Well, the next night when we saw each other we talked about it. The conversation went something like this: "So Julia, did you feel that earthquake last night? I think it must have been the Hives!" I said. "Yeah, it felt like they crashed into Saudi Arabia!" "I know...oh look! What do you think that is? Another Hive?" I said pointing to a blinking object in the sky. "No it's probably a scout. Probably looking for the Hives." "I hope there aren't any survivors. That would be bad news for us." "Yeah but maybe Shepperd's team was after it." "If we're lucky."</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-18965978654052894872008-09-15T14:29:00.000-07:002008-09-15T14:41:01.996-07:00So There I was... And So Begins Dance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVctwO-mTNqoh0RnecF0Zc1zV4tkkd0abHAXfqjIkzXVI32dRl2QeQ5ltw9jvUgvJG0LBiJETEjKLESn3ZRUsrF17GOiUKzt6hAY06B5pKUcQB2jfp1jfmQv7uxDW8S43YwDwEYt2ogfLH/s1600-h/Dance+2008+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246366238068864482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVctwO-mTNqoh0RnecF0Zc1zV4tkkd0abHAXfqjIkzXVI32dRl2QeQ5ltw9jvUgvJG0LBiJETEjKLESn3ZRUsrF17GOiUKzt6hAY06B5pKUcQB2jfp1jfmQv7uxDW8S43YwDwEYt2ogfLH/s320/Dance+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOjovvX22Hz_htYAL9R8wjDwNT_zMFWjiVNx3DuNuSfl0n3sXd5N8mE-XK5hpc2sN2DtRie5_MqfgM9_CPZWz58ckMuq9DzyV_3BTXQai29QT4FJiISdqVTl0qrni8cnRLUf1jvBKmaQn/s1600-h/Dance+2008+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246365914400435234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOjovvX22Hz_htYAL9R8wjDwNT_zMFWjiVNx3DuNuSfl0n3sXd5N8mE-XK5hpc2sN2DtRie5_MqfgM9_CPZWz58ckMuq9DzyV_3BTXQai29QT4FJiISdqVTl0qrni8cnRLUf1jvBKmaQn/s320/Dance+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">So there I was stuffing my bags with dance shoes, school books, and a sweatshirt. ((Pointer #1-When going somewhere that requires physical activity...LIKE DANCE.... Bring a water bottle.....you'll really need it....Trust me when I say that you'll get dehydrated!)) I ate supper quickly ((but not TOO quickly)) and jumped ((not litilary)) into the car. My sister drove me and we arrived at dance only five minutes early. But for me, all I got to do for two hours was math, and listen to whatever dance lesson was going on. ((Pointer #2- When waiting for someone.....suppose its your sister who is dancing before you get to......make sure you bring something interesting to do....math...interesting?...not so much!)) But i finished math and listened to the lesson my sister was getting. I had to go to dance the next night anyway.....But for now, I sat there. Finially it was my turn.....5 6 7 8......and so on..... dance is something I love! A lot! But it takes commitment....((Pointer #3- If theres something you love to do...such as dance... It takes commitment, practice and a whole lot of running around to do! But if you love to do it......then you'll sacrifice....))</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">The pictures...... This is a picture of me getting ready for dance recital last year.....I know...a lot of make up....it did take a lot of effort...from sun up to sun down to get ready..... ((Okay...that MAY be an exaderation....but...whatever...))</span></div></div>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-19395187010579390142008-08-21T17:34:00.000-07:002008-08-21T17:58:35.395-07:00Re: So There I was... A Great Big Purse ((Off-post to Strawberry Goo))<span style="color:#ff0000;">So there I was, in the Bugly ((yes, an ugly bus that got the name Bugly....)) and I sat next to Raquel and picked up my flavored water, about to say something, but dropping the bottle. ((Pointer #1-When you drop something, pretend its on purpose and then maybe people won't suspect anything)) I retrieved it and said "I don't think this is going to fit in my purse. I mean, its already stuffed! And It was, it had a skirt, a shirt, a jacket, a wallet, a deck of cards, a few pens, gum, my gooey cell phone, and a lot of other things. ((Pointer #2- Make sure you unpack your purse bedfore you go places... It's a really good idea... trust me!)) And I said "This is a huge purse! It's really great! It holds all sorts of things!" I stuffed my bottle to the center of my purse and countinued "I mean, its got pockets and look! It even holds water botles!" I showed her to pouches that held water bottles and then my face lit up "IT HOLDS WATER BOTTLES!" and I grabbed my water bottle from the center and stuffed it into the water bottle pocket. I smiled in sastisfaction. ((Pointer #3- When you purse is stuffed to the very top and you have a pocket for water bottles and you put your bottle in the center...dont! Make use of the pocket!)) </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Quote about my purse "Just because it's an endless pit doesn't mean you should treat it like one!"</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-49492287556304108622008-08-04T14:05:00.000-07:002008-08-04T14:16:25.727-07:00So There I was... Homemade Facial Masks<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">So there I was throwing in whatever looked like it would make our mixture thicker. We were having trouble with the recipie for our 'strawberry' facial mask. It was suppose to open your pours..... I'm not sure how.... But it wasn't thick enough so Dana ((my friend)) and me were putting in things ((like extra oatmeal)) to make it thicker. ((Pointer #1-When making homemade facial masks, use a recipie that isn't runny... Because then you'll have to throw in who-knows-what to make it thicker.)) So we finialy finished and asked for a volunteer to put the facial mask on. My friend Jessica volunteered. ((Poor Jess!)) Which probably wasn't the best idea... ((Pointer #2-Don't volunteer for anything that hasn't been tested... Actually, don't volunteer for anything weird at all...its a recipie for disaster, and not a runny one like the facial mask!)) So we layed her down on the couch and got some towls and put on the "facial mask" But it ended up all over her new pj's she got for Christmas.... We wipe it all off and I personally washed her hair in our sink ((at 2:00am I might add)) and then dried her hair and she changed. Now, we always tell her how sorry we are that she volunteered to be our 'ginnea pig' We don't make facial masks anymore... ((Pointer #3- When you put a homemade facial mask on someone else, make sure there are a TON or towls and that they aren't wearing new pj's. Actually.....Don't make a facial mask, leave it to the experts! It only leads to trouble when you do!))</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-73608370383218505572008-08-03T11:04:00.000-07:002008-08-03T11:14:37.807-07:00So There I was..... The Mystery of the Dounut<span style="color:#ff0000;">So there I was sitting in Sunday School and someone mentions Dounuts. Now when you have a class full of 6th, 7th and 8th graders, somethings bound to be said about it. So we took prayer requests, prayed and then my Teacher, Bill, mentioned fellowship after Sunday School. He said... "... And there will be dounuts and--" "Who came up with the word Dounut!?" One of my fellow classmates decided to ask. "Well... thats a good question..." Bill started. "I think it was because Dounuts are made out of dough and.....they look like a nut!" Joel, my friend, said. We all laughed. "But it doesn't look like a nut..." Joey, another friend, said. "Well the little ones do! Like the bite sized ones!" Joel jumped in. "No, I think those look more like balls....." He added. "Ok, so I've got! They aren't Dounuts, they're Douballs!" I decided and so thats the now solved Mystery of the Dounut....oops...Douballs!</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-91041648457159143842008-08-02T13:47:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:55:59.263-07:00So There I was... ((A Rose Bush with Thorns))<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;">So there I was with our little kitty named Tarzan. Which I love emmensly! I was joking with my little brother and put the kitty on my back, because his claws would be able to hold onto my t-shirt. I take a step back to aviode having my brother see and step into something that has now punctured my skin! I look down to find that I had stepped into a rose bush. I quickly handed my brother the kitten. ((Pointer #1- When hiding a kitten from your brother, find a safe place to do it)) Now, our family was pulling weeds for my Grandma because it was her birthday. So instead of going inside to aid my scratches, I stay outside to pull weeds. Well, I ended up get sand in my scratches and so I went inside to clean it up.((Pointer #2- Take a break if you get hurt and take care of whatever happened)) When I did come outside again we finished weeding the garden and went back inside. From that point on I've learned to watch where I step, which brings me to...((Pointer #3-Watch where you step...Actually, don't kide the kitten from your brother in the first place and then you won't end up taking a step back and ending up finding out that a rose bush has thorns))</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454745252901527863.post-3903832010587368322008-08-02T13:00:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:17:51.395-07:00So There I was... Strawberry Goo<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#009900;">As we all know the only good way to start a story is to being with "So there I was..." Therefore, I will tell you a story of mine every so often and how I have now learned from experience and can now give you some pointers to not make the same mistake......</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;">So there I was, slicing the strawberry's for our desert. ((Stay with me here....)) Now, as it seems, that's not very interesting.... But when you hear music in the background and then soon after that realize that your phone is ringing, you forget the strawberry's you're slicing that have now gotten juice and seeds all over your hands, and dash to get your phone before it stops ringing. But I ended up missing the call while digging through my bottomless purse to find it. ((Pointer #1-Try and keep your purse organized, or at least know where your cell phone is so you don't have to dig.)) I did finally find my phone and go back to the counter where I was cutting the strawberry's and sat down on a stool and called the number back. Well, as it turns out the person calling had accidentally called my number because they were so used to calling me. ((Pointer #2-If your phone stops ringing, let it be... Or at least wash off your hands if they have strawberry goo all over them.... Then you can call the person back... But make sure you dry your hands!)) So after getting off the phone with someone who hadn't even intended to call me, I went back to cutting the strawberry's. But I realized my phone was now covered in strawberry goo that I had to clean off.... I believe that my phone is still sticky to this day.... ((Pointer #3-Why not just be smart in the first place and keep your phone in your pocket so you will hear it and have time to wash your hands before picking it up)) </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;">So now that we've all learned a valuable lesson on where and what to do with our phones and purses, lets let our brains rest from all the working we did to learn these lessons!</span>Leighahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198632715199605408noreply@blogger.com0