<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625</id><updated>2011-06-03T10:10:52.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Cool" Place</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a Christian girl looking for my place in the circle of life. I love acting, sleepovers, hot chocolate, blogging, reading, and watching movies. I live a full life and I am always looking for new aspects to put in my life. Blogging is just one of those aspects! Enjoy my ramblings!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-1361470062848707801</id><published>2009-02-24T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:18:42.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time. I feel like I'm walking onto an empty stage, not sure of who is still in the audience. But I still need to perform, so I'm yelling out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;auditorium&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, now that I got my silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;analogy&lt;/span&gt; out, I shall tell you what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;God is a big one, as always. I'm so full of fear that I have a hard time giving my life to God, and yet he is the only one who makes life worth living. I know that if I let it fear can take over my life, but don't worry, I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Work is another one. I'm working as a s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ecretary&lt;/span&gt; for one of my professors, and it's a lot of fun and I'm learning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Family. Being so far away from home, I'm trying to find ways to still stay close.&lt;br /&gt;And of course school is always a big part of my life. I love what I'm learning, and I'm leaning to either Law or Psychology as a place to specialize in. They're both so interesting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to have the hardest time picking a major...I'm so interested in so many fields.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to Anna Karenina, but lets hope that this isn't the last post for two years, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-1361470062848707801?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/1361470062848707801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/1361470062848707801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-116162995320766329</id><published>2006-10-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:59:13.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:weird post ahead, proceed at your own risk</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided that I missed blogging enough to do it, even though it means I will get behind on my homework again. Oh well, you can't win them all. Lately I've been thinking about priorities. I realized that I was letting the really important things slide by in order  to finish the things with a deadline. A couple of weeks ago, my brother (age 5) came up to me and asked if I would play cars with him. Now my brother is kind of a loner so I was suprised by his offer, but I had a paper due the next day so I declined his offer. Over the next week he came to me several times to ask if I would play with him. Finally it got through to me that spending time with my little brother, who was not always going to come to me, was way more important than getting my paper in on time. Same with praying, reading my scriptures, helping mom around the house. I realized that I was trying to do so much that I was doing nothing well, plus I was forgetting all the things that mattered to me, Anya, as a person and as a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Anyway, I know that I have to give up something but I don't know what yet. Right know I'm going through a really big self evaluating period. Oh well, at least I know what is wrong with my life, now I need God's help to fix it. Don't get me wrong, I am way happy with what I am doing, I am just pushing myself to far, but I have begun changing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You know the great things about blogs? It's like a journal, only sometimes it gives you encouragement and prays for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Sorry my post was so out there, but I've had ideas floatin in my head for weeks and it does me good to spill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Btw, I have to write a paper on a wise, real person that has a book written about them, but I haven't come up with anyone yet, so if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Thanks for bearing with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Anya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-116162995320766329?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/116162995320766329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=116162995320766329' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/116162995320766329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/116162995320766329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2006/10/warningweird-post-ahead-proceed-at.html' title='Warning:weird post ahead, proceed at your own risk'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-115681067075115483</id><published>2006-08-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:17:50.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Please pray for me. I had a really rotten week, topped of by the erasing of a post that took me an hour to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-115681067075115483?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/115681067075115483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=115681067075115483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/115681067075115483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/115681067075115483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-pray-for-me_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-114738602577357339</id><published>2006-05-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:20:25.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just dropping by to say that I am very very busy. I have to read half of Les Mis in a week, and in this same week I have my written final and my oral exams. Plus goofing off with my friends as a stress reliever. Anyway after that is all over I will write you about our study groups, and Europe.  See ya all later!!&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-114738602577357339?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/114738602577357339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=114738602577357339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/114738602577357339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/114738602577357339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-dropping-by-to-say-that-i-am-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-113824366790501410</id><published>2006-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:05:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here, but barely.</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!! How are you all doing? I personally, am doing great but am very busy. My school is totally pushing me. My teacher says that I should be studying 8-12 hrs a day. Plus I watch an adorable little girl 3-4 hrs a day to. With all my regular chores on top of that I find myself very busy, but very happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. I am finally reading Les Miserables. So far I am loving it. Loads of good quotes and thoughts. Just a really amazing book.  The author Victor Hugo writes in a way that is really hard for me to read, but besides that, and the numourous history bits it is truly a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school started we have had a ton of people move into our town. It is so crazy. Tons of people from Las Vegas and California. I used to live in the smallest town in the world, and I loved it too. But now my old "haunts" are just a bunch of houses. In one way it's nice because I get to meet lots of new people, but it is hard sometimes. You know how there are places you go to refresh yourself? Well they are almost all gone now, so I am getting a little cabin fever. One of my old haunts is the movie theatre, I go there all the time with friends, so I'll probably go there tonight with Zaya, which will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go, I have some homework to finish, but I will try to blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;br /&gt; Aslan, my computer wont let me get on your blog, it's really frustrating. So as soon as I can I will come visit your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-113824366790501410?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/113824366790501410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=113824366790501410' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/113824366790501410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/113824366790501410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-here-but-barely.html' title='Still here, but barely.'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-113026668981166491</id><published>2005-10-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:58:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well in my last post, I wrote about the new school I had just started. And well, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME TO BREATHE SINCE THEN!!!! Holy cow, they totally loaded me down with homework. Since I'm taking to classes and they both give me homework, on Tuesday-Friday I do one classes homework and on Saturday and Sunday I do the rest. Then on Monday is class. Then I babysat this darling little girl for about (depending on the day) 1 1/2 hrs. And every other day I have a class at the school. And last but not least, chores! Since school started, I've been doing the dinners every night. So I really have been busy. I probably shouldn't be blogging but I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;My 5 favorite songs are:&lt;br /&gt;"Mountains" by Cherie Call&lt;br /&gt;She's All That I Need" I really don't know who it's by but it's a great song, from my sisters mix&lt;br /&gt;"Ordinary" also from my sisters mix&lt;br /&gt;"May it Be" by Enya from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;"The Breaking of the Fellowship" also from Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have songs that I love just as much or maybe even more, but these are my favorite at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I really should go but I want to say thank you for keeping me involved!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you all,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anya &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-113026668981166491?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/113026668981166491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=113026668981166491' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/113026668981166491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/113026668981166491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-in-my-last-post-i-wrote-about-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112706823934228950</id><published>2005-09-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:30:41.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School!!! Yes the exclamation points do mean joy.&lt;br /&gt;Well first let me tell you about it and then you'll understand. I am doing a school called a commonwealth school. It's once a week and it has three different classes you can take. I am taking two and Zaya is taking one. The two I am taking are Key of Liberty and T.J.Y.C. (Thomas Jefferson youth certification) the one Zaya is taking is a Shakespeare class. One thing you have to understand is where I live there is a really cool college called George Wythe College (GWC) it centers a lot on principles and stuff. I have had a lot of family members' move down here to just to go to this college. So this college is really a big part of most of the homeschoolers plans for school. Anyway this college is about a certain way of thinking and they have incorporated this technique into this school. So that means there are a bunch of kids in this school who have the same thoughts on education, the same values, the same sense of humor that I do, plus they are tons of fun. As you can probably guess we have tons and tons of homework but most of it is reading classics and writing about them. We have awesome teachers who have great ideas and just have so much personality. We will have simulations and book discussions It's just awesome!!!!! I am also really excited because at the end of the school year we will be going to CA. It's going to be great as I am good friends with almost all of them and am on speaking term with the rest of them. Then in two years we will be going to Washington DC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Can you feel the excitement? Plus I get to baby-sit for 4 adorable kids who I have not had the chance to baby-sit yet, and I am reading this really great book ( which I probably shouldn't be reading cause I have so much homework) so I am so much in love with life today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses, Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112706823934228950?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112706823934228950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112706823934228950' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112706823934228950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112706823934228950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-yes-exclamation-points-do-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112511360632285190</id><published>2005-08-26T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:33:26.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everybody! How are you all? I'm great. Well I was going to post about my summer but tuns has been going on so I will post about that. First and coolest I got to go to one of Amy Grants concerts it was so awesome. I will tell more later. The second thing is that while I was babysitting some adorable kids ( ages 1,1,2,3,5,7 two families) I was cleaning up while the babies played inside and the other kids outside, one of the babies broke the toys he was playing with and started choking on the small piece. It was so frieky (spell?). It took me forever to find the piece and the whole time I was looking for it I thought the baby was going to die, My thoughts were going so fast. I was thinking of what I was going to tell their parents. It was so awful.When it finaly came out I felt like crying. I'm acually still babysitting so I will divulge all later.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;br /&gt;*shaking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112511360632285190?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112511360632285190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112511360632285190' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112511360632285190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112511360632285190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-everybody-how-are-you-all-im-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112196782947760081</id><published>2005-07-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:43:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on vacation and having a loverly time. I will post all about it when I get back. Btw I'm on my uncle's laptop and this is the only time that I could get on. Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112196782947760081?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112196782947760081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112196782947760081' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112196782947760081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112196782947760081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-on-vacation-and-having-loverly-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112050445224041208</id><published>2005-07-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:14:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I love the 4th of July. It is such an awesome holiday. Parades with people throwing candy and shooting you with squirt guns. Crowds of people cheering as little boys and girls ride past on unicycles. All the horses with the rodeo kings and queens riding them. Little boys following the horses with gas masks and shovels. And then after the parades are over you head to the parks for dinner. All the hot dogs you can eat with corn on the cob smothered in butter and salt. And how could you forget the watermelon and baked beans. Having contests with little siblings to see whose face will get the messiest from the digging in the watermelon. Having spit contests with the watermelon seeds. Getting caramel popcorn stuck in your teeth. Blowing huge bubbles from the bubblegum you get from all the boothes. Water balloon fights with your cousins. Soccer games and British bulldog. Bands playing "God bless America" and "I'm  proud to be an American." A dance in the pavilion. Watching all the fireworks on the roof of the dug out, and squinting your eyes so you can see them properly. Waving sparklers around with the little kids and jumping on the poppers that didn't pop when you threw them. Dancing around the small fireworks. Seeing who will get the closest. Yelling like indian warriors.Getting chills down your back from the flag waving crisply in the breeze. Oh and the good things like taffy pulling and family walk. I could go on and on. But you know the real reason I love the 4th, is just the good old American spirit. And I really am proud to be an American!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May the star spangled banner wave forever!!!! God bless the U.S.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112050445224041208?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112050445224041208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112050445224041208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112050445224041208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112050445224041208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/07/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy.html' title='Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112032512855411339</id><published>2005-07-02T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:34:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my week nicely. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112032512855411339?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112032512855411339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112032512855411339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112032512855411339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112032512855411339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/07/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-112008131422699549</id><published>2005-06-29T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:41:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>Don't you love it when you get chills up and down your back?? I love that feeling!! I get it when someone does my hair, or when some little kid puts their hand in yours and they tell you a secret that half the time you can't understand.  I get it when I read my comments or when I read something that is really beautiful. I get them when I see something sweet that little kids do or when they tilt their head at the end of a sentence. I get that feeling when a fight is over. And I get it when someone who doesn't pay attention to me most of the time pays attention. I get it in unfinished houses, or houses that seem to have a lot to tell you.  I get it when I act or when I do something fun with one of my cousins. I get it when I figure something out that has been bothering me, or when I get something done.Yep those are the things that make life truly mean something. When I get chills up and down my back that is what makes me really and truly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-112008131422699549?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/112008131422699549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=112008131422699549' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112008131422699549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/112008131422699549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/06/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111837137226540264</id><published>2005-06-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:42:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people!!!! How are you? I hope you're rockin' 'cause i am. I love Jelly Bellys. they are so good. i just bought a two pound bag. Lol that is a ton of candy. every year when i go to my family reunion we all bring Jelly Bellys and glow in the dark nailpolish. we draw on ourselves with the nail polish and eat the Jelly Bellys. ya we are weird. did you notice i got two links? they were my test links and i need to finish them. I was thinking about deleting my blog for kicks and then doing a new one with knew everything. In fact if i do it i wont delete that blog till i have the new one in working order. thats all. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111837137226540264?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111837137226540264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111837137226540264' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111837137226540264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111837137226540264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/06/hi-people-how-are-you-i-hope-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111630389269974704</id><published>2005-05-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:24:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>For those who tried to comment and found it impossible to do so what happened is I was trying to get it so I could do anonymous comment so that my friends who don't have a blog can still comment and I messed up and did team members instead. And by the way I don't have team members; the people who had comments on that post just did it before I made the change. But I fixed it so feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I returned to my childhood. I went over to Queen's house to check on T. my little sister who was playing with Queen's little sisters. When I arrived they pounced on me and begged me to run through the sprinklers with them. Seeing that I was in my ratty clothes I agreed. After we had done this a couple of times one of the girls asked me to give her a piggyback through them. After we did this for about 1/2 hour we did hopscotch and then we ate bubbles *gasps of surprise* Yes I did say eat bubbles and yes they do taste like soap. And I guess you are wondering how you eat bubbles. Well after you blow them you catch them on your blowing stick (you don't have to catch them if you are really talented) and pop them with your tongue. It was really fun and I was thinking why can't I go back to my childhood? To be so free and to see the world through a child's view is such fun. And then when the kids were in bed I took a hot shower, watched a movie that they are not allowed to watch (Day After Tomorrow) and after that I read part of a really good book (The tombs of Atuan) and I realized that there are good things to every age. Just as long as you be yourself you can be laid back or way ahead of the people your age. Of course you can't be so stuck in a rut that you are afraid of change and thereby be afraid to truly be yourself. But that's a different subject.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow for youth group we are playing baseball. Not ordinary baseball, Jello baseball. *rubs hands together gleefully* This is how you play. The bases are made of Jello and the runs are slip and slide. They said to wear clothes that can be ruined. They say you have to slide into every base. It sounds way way fun. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I switched rooms with my brother so now I have an upstairs room. The only bad thing is that it gets awfully hot upstairs at night. But other than that I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes I found off the Internet that I thought you might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;"Prayers are the one thing that never come back stamped return to sender."&lt;br /&gt;"They say that the Spirit feels like a fire. Well then call the fire station because there is a blaze here that is out of control."&lt;br /&gt;"I need a calculator to count how many times I count on my Savior."&lt;br /&gt;"God has always been by my side but I didn't reach up to take his hand. I'm hanging on for dear life now"&lt;br /&gt;See ya!! (I guess that I won't see you unless I visit the places where you live so it should be "post later" but I like see ya later better. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111630389269974704?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111630389269974704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111630389269974704' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111630389269974704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111630389269974704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/05/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111543425624699869</id><published>2005-05-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:25:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not self pity, just thinking(does this title make sense)</title><content type='html'>I just got back from shopping. I got some really cute socks. They are yellow and have a lot of different colors striped through it. I also got a poster with all the names of Christ that are found in the bible on it. It looks really cool because it is on a paper that looks like a scroll. It will look nice in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for some time and I think I found a good way to explain it. In Matthew 5:16 it says "let your light so shine before men that they may see they good works and glorify thy father which is in heaven." I want my light to shine; to be a beacon so if someone looks at my life they will see the influence God has in my life and want it in theirs. But sometimes I wonder if I am blocking myself from this opportunity. Everybody wants to be in a position to show people the light that Christ has. And sometimes I feel that if I just put a little more effort I can make a bigger difference in my life and others. And this is what the difference is. I think I have a problem in being critical. This problem doesn't come from wanting to change people rather it comes an insecurity I have. When I first moved here I was kind of deluded. I kind of saw them as idols. I was afraid to say hi to them. Now I see them as people who can be friends and people to enjoy. Likewise when I had my first blog I was afraid to be myself on my it, I was even afraid to comment for fear that my comments wouldn't be good enough. Now that I am getting over this fear I want to make amends so to speak. But now though most of the people have forgiven, forgotten, and have become my friends. But some of the people won't forgive me. They have even humiliated me publicly. And even though that hurts what hurts more is the fact that by doing this I have ruined the chance to show them that Christ is the greatest. That he'll save them, always be there for them. And so I wonder if I had said something nice instead of mean might have helped them to Christ and salvation? That thought hurts. So now I have decided that I will make a conscious effort to do better.&lt;br /&gt;By the way it was my birthday yesterday and my sister zaya gave me the DVD Phantom of the Opera!! She is so awesome. Well we are going to watch What’s up Doc with Babra Streisand. I love her movies and that one in particular. Well must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111543425624699869?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111543425624699869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111543425624699869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111543425624699869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111543425624699869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-self-pity-just-thinkingdoes-this.html' title='Not self pity, just thinking(does this title make sense)'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111541612800723264</id><published>2005-05-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:48:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!!!</title><content type='html'>We are playing tag.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop on how to play: I pick 5 occupations out of the list below and post my answers. Then I tag 3 other people to post their answers on their blog. If I tag you, and you don't want to be a part of this, then that is okay. Just let me know and I'll tag someone else.&lt;br /&gt;The "questions": If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a gardener I would plant cucumbers, peas, strawberries, raspberries and everything yummy. I would live of my labors and I would sell what I didn't eat. I would can and preserve and if there were a famine I would have my garden to keep me going. Plus I'll get a sun tan. :)&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect I would discover great things. I would share what I learned and I would revel in the great knowledge of the cities before me.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a Writer I would write books that are gripping and yet are clean. That teaches lessons of courage but does not preach. I would be world famous. I would sign millions of books and I would have people faint at my feet. No seriously I think I would become attached to my characters. I would weep for them and pray for them. And I think I would want to continue the series as long as possible. You know how you make friends with people in books, cause you can relate to them better plus you see into their whole being. That's what it will be like when I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a bonnie pirate (say that with a pirate accent, mate) I would show a normal life pretending to be a merchant and when I left on my bonnie ship instead of doing reputable business I would sail the seven seas and collect treasure and hide it in a cave. Then I would save some for my son (yes he must be a son) and give him a map and throw a lot of complications into his life (taxes, other pirates, bad dreams and his wife would get greedy.)&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a librarian I would try to do things to encourage kids to read and learn. Then after the library closed I would spend a few blissful hours reading all by myself with a little light and some chocolates. Then I would go home to a cat (I'm actually not a cat person but for the sake of the picture, I will endure) and a one room apartment and I would have my own little dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And that is that.&lt;br /&gt;I will now tag&lt;br /&gt;Zaya at falsespringqueen.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Queen at cooler_ranch_doritos.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;And Meg at shieldmaidendove.blospot.com&lt;br /&gt;Ya know this is really fun. It's like were interacting while learning about each other. Yep. Well I must go as I am going shopping. Should be fun. See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111541612800723264?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111541612800723264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111541612800723264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111541612800723264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111541612800723264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/05/tag.html' title='Tag!!!'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111507309835283283</id><published>2005-05-02T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:31:38.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now i am stranded at the library because it is raining so hard. Well i have a lot happening so i will inform you.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and her family are coming down to stay with us(right in the middle of a school week) they are pretty nice so it wont be to terrible but it will be very crowded plus i will have to give up my room. Ya so we have been cleaning a ton.&lt;br /&gt;we have had interesting weather lately. A couple days ago it was really wacky. when i woke up it was fog. then it was overcast, then it hailed, then it was really hot and sunny and then it was sunny and cold. and then it rained. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;my friend just got this 14 foot long jumprope and we were jumproping at 9. it was way fun.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, we probably wont move. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss. yup. the people who my dad are working for are cheaters and they told my daddy a lie about the job so it wont be worth the move.&lt;br /&gt;oh just kidding that wasnt the last thing. this guy who has been accused of being my enemy came up and started talking to me. i mumbled hello and ran away. it was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 14 on thursday. ya&lt;br /&gt;well i have to go now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111507309835283283?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111507309835283283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111507309835283283' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111507309835283283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111507309835283283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-now-i-am-stranded-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111387045376875937</id><published>2005-04-18T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:27:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so proud of myself. Today as I was commenting I let myself do an i instead of an I. I realized that people don't have to be perfect. I come on my blog to have fun, vent myself and grow. Not to be a school mistress. So this is what i learned today( see i did it again) you do not have to be perfect. And if you are you have a lot of time to type. That is all. BYE BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111387045376875937?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111387045376875937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111387045376875937' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111387045376875937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111387045376875937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111368168591249179</id><published>2005-04-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:01:25.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Queen!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the opening night of Queen’s play, Oliver. She was marvelous. The Queen Mum was also in the play. It was so much fun to watch them. I could go every night except it is much too expensive. I might go one more time though. My mom couldn’t take me to the play last night so I went with the Queen and the Queen Mum. This is how it went. I went with her an hour early and watched her get her make-up and costume on. Then I went and purchased a ticket. Then I watched the show. After that I went to the dressing room that she was in and waited for her to change. Then we went upstairs and said hi to everybody. Anyway for any of you who have seen the movie Queen played a part named Bet. Bet isn’t in the movie but she should be. She is Nancy’s sidekick like Oliver is Dodgers sidekick so when Nancy and Dodger sing the I’d do anything for one kiss song then they sing it too. I almost burst out laughing because Bet is two feet taller than Oliver is and he’s singing her this love song in a tiny voice imitating the older people. Anyway she was just so cute and she played her part so well. I would go to her blog and offer her a dozen roses right now if you haven’t already. Anyway Queen is just a marvelous actress and now I will leave you to go to her blog and give her a round of applause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111368168591249179?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111368168591249179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111368168591249179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111368168591249179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111368168591249179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay-queen.html' title='Yay Queen!!'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111350137200296015</id><published>2005-04-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:56:12.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Today I am thinking about getting Halo-scan and I wanted you guys to tell me if you think it’s worth it. The one thing stopping me is my beautiful, insightful, comforting, amazing, comments. Still if I ever got it I would want to do it know before I get anymore comments. The reason I do want to do it is because they are funner. (I know funner is not a real word but I like it.) Anyway they are cuter and cooler and as Shimmer said they are easier to be silly on. So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway I wanted to tell you that I loved Phantom of the Opera. It did have some parts that made me really nervous the first time I watched it. The second time was way better though cause I knew that nothing was going to happen. It also depends on whom you are watching it with. I went with my cousin who has gone six times because she loves it so much. It was so much fun to watch it with her. And the music was awesome. I want to get the soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I love Josh Groban. His music is so awesome. It really sends chills up and down my back. I’m listening to him right now. He is kind of new though. He only has two soundtracks. We have them both. I listen to him all the time. I really do. He has a few songs with Charlotte Church (is that how you spell her name?) and Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;By the way I didn’t mean to do the green template. It twern an accident. Well I must go now. By the way don’t the colors look so pretty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111350137200296015?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111350137200296015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111350137200296015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111350137200296015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111350137200296015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-i-am-thinking-about-getting-halo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111344176862790868</id><published>2005-04-13T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:22:48.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um… I really don’t have anything to post about. I just want to. Posting is healthy. So is storytelling. My room looks like a bomb just erupted in there. Oh I just learned how to make pretty bead necklaces. Did I already tell you that? Oh well. Anyway the necklaces are really cute. If I find out how to post pictures I’ll post one. If I remember. Now I will post my new outlook on fog. Fog is bad during school hours or if you have a cold ugly room. Fog is nice if you have a nice room with nothing to do besides write or read or watch a movie or post. If you have a nice room to do these things in. In any other circumstances fog is nasty, and intolerable especially when you are in a nasty mood already. So you have my permission to like fog. Which doesn’t really matter anyway. This is a weird post. Do you know that you spell weird weirdly? Well you do. I am going to baby-sit to adorable kids. They fight sometimes. Well don’t we all. I think I am getting the sugar hives only I haven’t had any sugar lately. Now I need to get off before I scare you out of your wits. * Runs of the stage laughing hysterically*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111344176862790868?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111344176862790868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111344176862790868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111344176862790868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111344176862790868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/04/um-i-really-dont-have-anything-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111267090668604845</id><published>2005-04-04T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:15:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today my dad dropped a bomb. I just found out that I’m moving to a different state in about one month. I have about 16 times moved this being the first time in all my life I have stayed someplace longer than a year. Plus these are the first friends I’ve had since I was six besides by family and extended family. And it just isn’t the same when they are family. Needless to say I am looking at this screen with watery eyes. Anyway I am so glad I will still have my blog and the connections that come with that. Right now I am feeling sad for the people and things that I will never see again. Such as the people I see twice a week at church, the people I baby-sit for and the people I see at the classes I take. I know I will see my really good friends in the summer but some of the people I know I will never see again. My mom and dad our going to "the place" where we are going to move to look for a house. Anyway I don’t want to talk about this more or I will burst into tears. I love Narnia. When I go there I forget about all the bad things that are going on so as soon as I go on my rounds I will go and read them. I HATE moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111267090668604845?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111267090668604845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111267090668604845' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111267090668604845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111267090668604845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/04/no.html' title='NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111170118742189048</id><published>2005-03-24T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:53:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Well, life has been running so fast I can hardly keep up and do the things I love doing. Fortunately I got a spare minute and decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;First of all my grandmother has been very sick. She was in intensive care until about a month ago. They let her come home to recuperate. She still needs a lot of care and my aunt was very overworked. So my mom packed us up and gave us a break from school and we went up. And our cousins had spring break right when we were planning on leaving. So I’ve been playing with them all week. And my cousin made me the cutest necklace in the world. Its made of tiny little beads formed into a bunch of flowers. We’ve had lots of fun . Once we rented a movie and pulled the TV outside and hopped into my uncles hot tub and watched the movie while we were in the hot tub. It was very fun. And the other day we flew kites.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I wanted to tell you something cool. I found a parable in the kites. We are like the kites and God is like the person flying the kite. We need opposition to keep up. And when the kite is falling you can either give string or take string from the kite. And I have found that if you pull in some string then it will gain altitude and if you give string it will lose altitude. And so sometimes when I feel that God is holding me back for no reason really he is giving me a chance to fly. So I will try to trust in the Lord and he will make me soar. It really helped me as I felt I was being held back. But now I realize that he is preparing me to soar. And even though I knew that before it helps to see it in a place where I can understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom is calling me to come watch Newsies with her so I will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;By the way remind me to post about my new outlook on fog.J&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111170118742189048?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111170118742189048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111170118742189048' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111170118742189048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111170118742189048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-111032739887003073</id><published>2005-03-08T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:16:38.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-111032739887003073?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/111032739887003073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=111032739887003073' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111032739887003073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/111032739887003073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-will-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110955701021583212</id><published>2005-02-27T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:16:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fog is gone!!!!! Yay!!! I love the sun! It is so warm and nice! Today I went on a walk to my secret place and I just stared at the sky and I felt the sun on my shoulders and the wind on my face and the grass under me and I thought this is as good as it gets. Even though my life isn’t perfect it feels like it is when I am there. I think fairies would live there if they existed. When I’m there I even feel like they do exist. And sometimes I get mad at the scientists because they have to explain everything. I want to think clouds aren’t just water but that you can hold them in your hands. I want to think that fairies are real. But that time in my life is over now. Oh well. There are great miracles still. Like Jesus bringing to life that little girl. Oh how I love Jesus. We have this song in our church that I love. It expresses what I feel so well. In fact I think I’ll post it.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light, then why should I fear? By day and by night his presence is near. He is my salvation from sorrow and sin; this blessed assurance the spirit doth bring.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light; though clouds may arise; faith stronger than sight looks up through the skies; where Jesus forever in glory doth reign. Than how can I ever in darkness remain?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light; the Lord is my strength. I know in his might I’ll conquer at length. My weakness in mercy, he covers with power, and walking by faith I an blessed every hour&lt;br /&gt;The lord is my light my all and in all. There is in his sight no darkness at all. He is my Redeemer, my Savior, and my King. With saints and angels his praises I’ll sing&lt;br /&gt;This is the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The lord is my light, he is my joy and my song, by day and by night, he leads, he leads my along.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that cool?&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110955701021583212?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110955701021583212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110955701021583212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110955701021583212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110955701021583212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/fog-is-gone-yay-i-love-sun-it-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110936890628633992</id><published>2005-02-25T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:01:46.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog fog go away and never come back another day</title><content type='html'>It is very foggy today. I don’t like the fog. It gives me the mood swings. But even worse it also makes me type slowly and it makes my thoughts confused. I could hardly do my school and it to a lot longer than usual. Plus it has been foggy for days so I haven’t been very nice lately. I haven’t even done anything fun. That’s why I haven’t linked anybody yet. I am going to link a bunch of people as soon as the fog goes away. I am also mad because our space bar isn’t working very well and I have to hit it really hard. So until the fog goes away I won’t post anymore but when it does I will give you a nice long post about what has gone on in my corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110936890628633992?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110936890628633992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110936890628633992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110936890628633992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110936890628633992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/fog-fog-go-away-and-never-come-back.html' title='Fog fog go away and never come back another day'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110844106047888435</id><published>2005-02-14T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:17:40.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit of rambling.</title><content type='html'>By the way I am kind of rambling in this post. Just so you are properly warned. I want to talk about blogs. You would think that they wouldn’t be that awesome. My friend, when she told me about them I thought they would be really boring. But when I investigated further they seemed better than I was expecting. And I think I found out why. I thought I was completely open with my friends and I was in a way but when I blog I usually find out things I didn’t even know I thought. You know? I start blogging really peacefully about a subject but then I get so heated up and I won’t even know I felt that strongly about it till I read back and realize that this is more important to me than I thought. So a blog is more than a chat place though that is a good thing about blogs. It’s a place where you learn more about yourself and others. So the thoughts of others help you understand your own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It is also surprising how different each post is. So one day your post can be thoughtful and the next angry and you still have the same feelings you had before, you just go deeper into yourself. And sometimes it’s vice versa. You never know how each issue will strike you. And most of the time it hits you different than you would guess. And that is the great thing about blogs. Every time you blog you learn more about the person you were meant to be. That is how great writers are developed. By learning about them selves. Isn’t that an interesting thought? It just struck me how much this blog is helping me learn about the earth and everything in it and this is just my 5th post. And why do we even read other peoples blogs? Well, to answer that question I think we have to look at a point. We read blogs to be refreshed, to learn and grow. But how can it be interesting to read about other people’s lives and feelings? I mean blogging is great to me but how did it get so popular when all you can really talk about is other thoughts and feelings. Well I love doing these things, don’t get me wrong but I also love to analyze. So I love all your blogs and I definitely don’t think they are at all boring. So now that we got that cleared up I will finish analyzing. It is very hard to find good words to express our feelings so when somebody else does it, the words help us understand more and more. So it kind of takes away some of, well how do I phrase this, deep thinking on that subject so you can deep think on another subject and in consequence they don’t have to post about that, they just post a comment on how they agree and that subject is taken care of unless you want to expound and then its just fun more than obligation. I mean blogging isn’t an obligation, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note, I don’t really give book reports because I don’t really like talking about the authors feelings except for sometimes, so I just give a book cover report. I just tell them that I like it and the main character/s name/s and the situation. By the way I love book reports (reports sounds kinda schoolish L . Oh well.) I just don’t love writing them. So I love to hear what books you love so keep rolling out those book , dare I say reports? If you would like, I would love to hear on the comments what books you love and enjoy. I’m kind of out of books on my to read list. Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110844106047888435?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110844106047888435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110844106047888435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110844106047888435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110844106047888435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-little-bit-of-rambling.html' title='Just a little bit of rambling.'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110799320850813042</id><published>2005-02-09T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:53:28.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sensitive isue(so don't read if you get offended easily:)</title><content type='html'>Hello friends! Sorry I didn’t blog last night. I was busy so I didn’t think to. So anyway what I was going to tell you was my mom is going to make me take an ACT test. It’s a college entrance test.L I was pretty mad. I mean I am just fourteen. I shouldn’t have to worry about that kind of thing for a few years. My test is on Saturday. Anyway I should be able to go to A Series of Unfortunate Events on Friday to make up for it.J I am excited. I got on the Internet and looked up the movies and it looked way good. Plus my best friends both said it’s good. My sister has read the books (as have I) and she said I would be a good Carmalita Spats. I’m not so sure that I like that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just thinking about the controversy concerning growing up. I was talking to my friend and I said play once during our conversation and she said it was behind the times to say play. So if I said I was playing instead of hanging out on my blog I would be considered immature. But really, what’s the difference? Are we so excited to throw away our childhood we think of it as immature to say play in connection to what we are and what we do? And make-up. I know this girl in my church and she wears more make -up than our leaders, way more. I don’t even use it. I don’t think its bad by any means but what’s the point? My friend uses it for church and it looks nice. But this other girl seems to think that the more make-up you use, and the more you talk about boys the more grown up you are. It makes me think about a little four year old trying on her mothers wedding dress. It’s too big for her. The more she stresses it the bigger the wedding dress. I might be wrong but I wear baggy T-shirts, Levi’s and tennis shoes. I have some friends that are boys, mostly my cousins, but I don’t get all goo goo ga ga about them. The thing is I seem to have more fun than this girl does. She is always matchmaking her friends. She has had four ‘boyfriends" since she moved here two years ago. It seems to me that she should be the extreme but she isn’t. If anything she is the imitator of the big people who really (to me) are experts of making them selves look stupid. It’s great to look nice, so if make-up helps you get to that goal, I love it. But if you wear it in extreme all you do is say to the world "I’m all for the show." You look hollow like you need powder to make you feel good about yourselves. And I know that isn’t the message you’re trying to get across but that is the message I get. So for at least for now I will have boys who are friends instead of boyfriends, I will play instead of hang out, look nice instead of overdressed, have fun instead of looking cool and if the day ever comes when that changes, I will be mad at myself, I will lose my sisters respect and most of all I will lose myself somewhere between the make-up, fancy clothes and boys. So I choose to keep myself even if people think I am immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110799320850813042?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110799320850813042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110799320850813042' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110799320850813042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110799320850813042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/sensitive-isueso-dont-read-if-you-get.html' title='A sensitive isue(so don&apos;t read if you get offended easily:)'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110782664410110353</id><published>2005-02-07T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:37:24.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy and a Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Well I just got on for a few minutes to gain your sympathy. I take a spanish class from our neighbors and they loaded me down with homework.Yuck. This means that I wont be able to dig into my books. I'm now reading a Series of Unfortunate events. I'm really enjoying them. But I can't read them until saturday. That makes me mad.Oh,well. My mom needs the phone so I'll finish tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110782664410110353?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110782664410110353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110782664410110353' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110782664410110353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110782664410110353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/sympathy-and-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='Sympathy and a Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110746865462585699</id><published>2005-02-03T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:10:54.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laddie and a thought </title><content type='html'>Today had some high points and some low points. High points: no school, possibility of going to see A Series of Unfortunate Events or Phantom of the Opera with my sister. Low points: big fight with my sister, cleaning and my friend is going to be busy for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I read a really good book called Laddie by Gene Stratton Porter. It is the story of a young girl and her brother. She was the youngest of eleven. He was one of the oldest. When she was first born nobody wanted her but Laddie. She became his devoted servant and friend. When a pretty young girl moves across the street she becomes his messenger taking back and forth notes. But when a mysterious visitor arrives everything gets messed up. It has a story line but also has many diversions. Highly recommended. Also by this author Freckles, Girl of the Limberlost, The Harvester.&lt;br /&gt;As a closing note I was wondering what would life be like without people you can really confide in? I have one person I can confide in and she means the world to me. If I didn’t have her I would totally lose it. Like there would be nothing to life. When we fight we never even see each other. It sucks. I don’t get out of the house except for church and youth group. I don’t even hang out with my other friends when we fight. So what if she were to move? I would want to hang out with her and she wouldn’t be there for me and I would be so lonely. Well, I don’t think she is going anywhere for a long time. So, until then I won’t think about it. But it makes you think about how much your friends mean to you. Ya know? When fight you think that they are so mean and then you remember all that they’ve done for you and you begin to feel that you are the one who did everything wrong and usually you are right. Well , I have to go and finish my chores.&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110746865462585699?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110746865462585699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110746865462585699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110746865462585699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110746865462585699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/laddie-and-thought.html' title='Laddie and a thought '/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588625.post-110738949771489762</id><published>2005-02-02T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:11:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Cool" Place</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is anya. I am a Christian- heart and soul. I place my trust in the Savior of Souls. Together with Him I am seeking to find a place of my own, a place where I can sing His praises. A place where I can make new friends and a place where I can be me and still fit in, a "cool" place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10588625-110738949771489762?l=allthingsrestored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/feeds/110738949771489762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10588625&amp;postID=110738949771489762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110738949771489762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10588625/posts/default/110738949771489762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsrestored.blogspot.com/2005/02/cool-place.html' title='A &quot;Cool&quot; Place'/><author><name>Anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00680928042276970793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
