More Than A Feeling

So anyone reading this who experienced a sibling leaving the house for the first time might know what I am talking about. My oldest brother, Abe, has already moved away, and I cried every night for nearly a week when he left. Which I think is kind of funny, because for the longest time, I seriously didn't like him. In fact, none of my siblings liked him when we were younger. He would get so mad, even over the dumbest things. Once, I tagged him 'too hard' and he ran after be until I locked myself in my room and stayed in there for over an hour. There would be other times where we would be running to the house "Abe's gonna kill me!" oh, what times those were. But then, he left to boot camp in South Carolina for the National Guard. And all of a sudden, my heart just shattered. I've only seen him a little while after that, and I miss him so much. I admit, he has matured greatly, but he is still my brother, and I love him dearly.

And then there's Erik. That lug of a boy has the body of a grown man, but still the childish manner of a 12-year-old. He is, how do you say, a smart alec wise guy sometimes, but others still, he's a six-year-old laughing all giddy like after he pranks someone really bad. He's leaving in a month to Texas for the Air Force Boot Camp. I am slightly happy that he is leaving 'temporarily', but only because that means I get his room. A room all my very own. I did have it before when Abe left, but then his girlfriend moved in. But at the same time, I feel ashamed for saying that. Yeah, leave already so I can have your room! Not what I really want. But, kids grow up. And I know that one day I will leave too. And I am so unprepared for that transition.

I don't think anyone is truly ready, until finally, it's time.

A No-Title Blog That Apparently Has A Title😂

Good day, my readers! I am so sorry for the long delay, but I was on a trip to Anchorage, and there was no wifi where I stayed. How evil! It was, just a bit. I mean, I think that I am the only sixteen-year-old without a cell phone, so I rely on my computer to text my parents.

Anyways, just dropping a little note, to ask why I got no comments from my readers on the game!😢😢😢 Was it that bad???????

Please give me tips on what blogs you would like to see, and how long, because I try to keep them short and simple. Like this one. Ask me questions, see if we have anything in common. ALSO, invite me to your blogs. Obviously most of you will have them, I'm sure. And I will talk more about my trip in the next blog. Technically, right now I am supposed to be reserching Shakespeare. 😖

Lets Play A Game

Don't worry, it's nothing like all those horror movies. I really want to start seeing what my public sees, and wants to see.

I was sitting on the bus ride home, thinking of HOW I could get this going. I follow Rick Lax on Facebook, an awesome magician, when I don't figure out how he did it, and he has given me an idea or two. So, here's how it's gonna work, through trial and error.

All you have to do is comment, like 'Hey, I love your blogs, but I want to see more on horses."

And say there are six comments. I would take a die, and roll it. And if you happened to be the second comment, and I rolled a two, then my next post would be about horses.

Let's see what becomes of this. Maybe I will make it an annually Monday thing. :-)

And PLEASE don't feel scared to comment. Whatever it is that you write, I won't judge. What you put on is up to you, not me. Please, please, please put some comments!

As Unique as a Unicorn!

Exactly what the title says. Why, you may ask? Because everyone in the world is different. No one is at all exactly like someone else. Sure, you may have something in common, but that doesn't mean that anyone can tell or make you do something that goes against your personal standards. And that can be anything: listening to music, playing a game, wearing someone's clothes, etc. Anything that you don't want to do, doesn't make it your fault. Trust me on that.

I knew someone once, whom I thought was my friend, but it now turns out that she wasn't. (not Elizabeth) She changed to please people, giving her the nickname 'chameleon'. See, when you change to make someone happy, you yourself will not be. It's like my other blog, talking about makeup. Your putting a falsehood up, giving off impressions, but at the end of the day you will have to wash it off.

And I'm not saying that you, the person reading the blog, is a fake. You are unique, in more ways then one. God made you special. So before I close this one, I want to say something that Ronald Reagan once said, in reference to lefties (me), and mixed cultural families:
"All great change in America begins at the dinner table."
And that, my friends, is so very true.

Those Embarrassing Moments In Time

So we all have those photos that we wish were burned, right? Ugh, same. I actually have some that should never have been taken in the first place. But hey, blackmail, right? That's what my mom always says. So take a moment to look at some of these pictures taken within the last few years, and have a good laugh.

My mom and one of my brothers. I can't for the life of me remember what he was talking about besides the fact that he was imitating someone. Maybe Jeff Dunham in a pries? That was probably the best trip we took so far; driving all the way from Homer to Fairbanks and back again within two weeks. It was something alright. Then this picture, of one of my little sisters eating a sour raspberry.

Continued by my brother dressed as Minnie Mouse.  He is such a goob!

So you know those scary pics that you see pop up at the end of those videos you show your friends to make them freak out? Well, this could totally used for one. My youngest sister, making a face unlike any other.

The two most perfectly timed photos ever taken. Me and my best friend Elizabeth above, and my oldest brother dressed up for prom below.

These pictures are what memories are made of. You look at them later on in life and laugh about the good times shared with those in your life. Memories are what makes life more understandable, when you look back at what made you happy. So a good trick to do, is to get the most hilarious picture you have ever taken, and put it in your wallet, pocket, purse, etc. and when you feel down, just pull it out and have a laugh. :-)

School Food

Ok, so last Monday, I saw that we were going to have a chicken salad for lunch, and i was honestly too lazy to make lunch. So I told our lunch lady when I got to school that I was having lunch. And do you know what my amazedly envisioned chicken salad turned out to be? A can of cat food and a bag full of cracker crumbs.

So I had to substitute in my BBQ Pringles, pumpkin seeds, and various fruit cups to make this my new wholesome lunch of the day. Yum, so healthy, too.

And that was my lunch. Because the stuff that the school board was trying to feed us was absolutely disgusting. Absolutely balderdash for the people who thought that we might have actually enjoyed pretending to be a cat. If our cats would even eat the chicken. That I will never know. We need REAL food for lunch! Pizza, meatloaf, teriyaki chicken on rice, chili, real food for real people!

Stereotypes Are....

Well, to me, they mean garbage. Their junk-not real or fake. Stereotypes are society made beliefs about different types of people, places, or things. Sharks are born to kill (so not true) police officers eat doughnuts, and Alaska we live in igloos. See what I mean? Society has created these  'beliefs' for what purpose? To make life easier? I mean, whose benefitting from this? 

Alaska seems to be a major disastrous stereotype state. I have had countless encounters with people, tv shows, and even advertisements that portray Alaska as some form of the Arctic. One girl I chatted with once asked me how we got food every day. She was going on about asking what kinds of animals we ate, and if we were next to Hawaii, why was it so cold where we were, but not in Hawaii? I was having the greatest time just seeing the kinds of things that she thought were real. 

Then the confusion happened. I had to tell her that Alaska was connected to Canada, and that we were right above Washington state, and that we were the biggest state in the U.S. which really confused her. Then, to make it even MORE funny, I had to explain to her that we had stores, giant shopping malls on the mainland, paved roads, heck, even Starbucks on our puny little island. 

The point that I am trying to get across is that sometimes we just need to see things for ourselves. Or just not believe what society wants you to believe. There are those things that need to be seen and not heard. 

Beauty Isn't Life

 Yesterday, I learned that beauty deceives people. Not necessarily all women, but those who dress themselves up to be something that their not. Through our youth group lesson last night, I realized that self obsession can lead to eternal damnation.

Now obviously not all women try to purposely present a fake self, and who said that makeup is a bad thing? Me personally, unless it's a formal function, I just throw mascara on like if I'm going to town. I dress tomboyish, depending on my mood. Some days it'll be clean pants and a crisp colored blouse, while other days, like when I really don't care, it's my dirty sweat shirt I wear during welding and a
t-shirt that really needs to see detergent. Laundry is a horrible chore, if you ask me.

Totally off topic. What got me most was how people can be insecure about themselves. And I deal with that too. Oh, my skin is weird, I don't like my hair, I look like a freak,  my cheeks are so red, (I have a skin condition) I'm too fat, my eyebrows look like a rat's nest; those thoughts drift around my head day after the day. But what I do, is that I look at my good spots. My nose is the perfect size, I'm sixteen and I don't have any acne problems, my facial skin is really smooth, my eyes have never looked so blue. And if that doesn't work, I always go to my mom, and she always says the same thing. "Rebekah, God made you perfectly beautiful in His own way." Mom's are always there when you need them.

But the more you spend in front of the mirror, then the more you are going to pick at yourself until one day you will consider yourself so ugly, when others think that you are a beautiful person. Think about it.

1 Peter 3:3-4

3 Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. 4 Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.

God Will Make It Happen

And it's true. Even if you don't understand what exactly He is making happen, well happen, God does it for a reason. Ever hear someone say that 'everything happens for a reason'? Well, this is it. Let me tell you a little story.

So for the past few years, I have had my heart set on getting a Mini Cooper as a car, someday in my life. I got my permit the beginning of 2016, but we didn't have any decent vehicles for me to start on. So I waited, and prayed, and waited some more. Two weeks ago, my dad found a car. A dark blue 2006 Mini Cooper for $7500 in Fairbanks. It had been very well taken care of by the woman who owned it, practically a spoiled car,  and before I knew it, my Dad called me and said that he bought the car.

Even now, I still don't believe it. Like my thoughts are deceiving me. My dream became a reality. Now of course, I live in Kodiak, and Fairbanks is a long time away. So I prayed that God would give me an opportunity. That same day, Dad came home, and asked if I didn't mind him and my mother taking a 'test drive' before me. The day after tomorrow, Wednesday 5th of April, my parents will depart via plane, and then proceed to drive my car home.

If you have your heart set on something, and if you pray, God will make it happen. He always does.

John 15:16 says this:
"You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you."