nEw yEarS!

9pm-1am...my house!
--DDR, free food, Guitar Hero, free food, cornhole(in the cold), and free food

COME!

~jordan

Merry Christmas!

It is now officially Christmas Eve and i am pretty excited! It's vert cliche to remind everyone that "Jesus is the reason for the season", I know, but I have decided that we still need the reminder. It is the day that God came to Earth, kind of cool. Anyways, I decided to post this because Adam just told me something Jerry asked him which was, "What will you give Christ this year for Christmas?" Made me think. Have a merry Christmas!!!

Keep Truckin!

Does anyone else ever not FEEL like worshiping Christ? I know that lately I have been there. It sounds horrible, but everyone does it. We know that we should be on fire for Him, we know that we should be telling others about Him, we know we should be in His word, we know that we should have His Christ-like attitude to those who don’t necessarily deserve it, but we get tired of it. We start to take our eyes off of Christ and put them elsewhere, and I think all Christians will agree that then we feel more like crap. I was making my teacher’s Christmas cards last night (cause I’m a suck up) and I wrote Philippians 4:14 on them. “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength”. Then it hit me, I haven’t been giving my all lately. No, I haven’t been a horrible person out doing drugs, but I have just been going through the motions: flipping through the Word on the way out the door and reading one verse, sitting in the pews and taking notes, but not growing. We rely sometimes on our OWN strength to follow Christ, when really it’s Him that we need to lean on, He has the strength. This morning I took the time to put Him first and my day has been amazing. He’s a pretty cool dude if we would just trust Him! I just wanted to encourage everyone as my brothers and sisters in Christ, that even when we don’t FEEL like worshiping, truck through it, because if we don’t show the world Jesus then who will?

J-Dawg in the Heazy fo Shizzle

wud up foos? so bein inspired by the bailey sistas, i decided to release my mad gangsta skillz. i was sittin in skool today, thikin. And i thought, u no wat?? im pretty dang gangsta all around. wat have u peeps been ponderin on this evenin? drop a comment gangsta style! dont make me pull my glock...ill bust yo grill! give me yo 2 cents!

J-Dawg


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Confession....

Don’t you hate when you have a song stuck in your head. It just plays over and over again. All day I have been mumbling the words to “Larger than Life”…and yes it IS a Backstreet Boys song. I was one of those little girls at the concerts that cried her eyes out when I saw them. Once, I believe Brian even waved to me! And I met Kevin, because I’m famous like that. I have found something about myself this past weekend that I thought I had lost…I still LOVE the Backstreet Boys. Hey, don’t make fun. You know that you still like them too, whether you will admit it or not...cough cough. I think the “Bailey Babes” will agree with me when I say, they are hot (especially that Nick Carter kid)!
Anyways, this weekend at the Girl’s retreat, Sarah, Dawn, Amber, Chelsea, Gina, and I found our inner Backstreet Boys. Our music video will be releasing January 1st for those interested. Just thought I would give you the heads up.
So as Gina would say: “word”.

Be thErE!

my house---8 Sat! come! free pizza...can't turn that down!

I GOT A JOB!!

yep thats right..im officially a big kid.. i can drive and have a job!! its at Fossil in the mall! just guess when i start though??? THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING! ah! come visit me...buy something and make me look good!

I CAN DRIVE!!!

O yeah! I got my license!!!! Can you believe it!? I got a 100% on the test(ok so I lied...I got an 80...but hey passing is passing)! I figured out some facts and myths on the test...

Myth: You have to parallel park between two cars.
Fact: You only have to do it behind one.
Myth: You have to parallel park perfectly.
Fact: You can indeed curb it the first time and then ask to do it again. You can even end up halfway in the road still the second time and pass!
Myth: You have to stop at every stop sign completely.
Fact: To pass, you can roll through only two.
Myth: When turning, you must turn into the closest lane.
Fact: You can turn into the far one on accident at the most, three times.
Myth: When doing a turn-about, you look behind your shoulder.
Fact: You can still pass if you forget.

So anyways, these examples are NOT personal...completely...well a little maybe....but I passed and that’s all that counts! OH! And another thing, make sure that you know you are suppose to stop at the little ticket thing when going back into the garage. Don't pass it until you car is UNDER the bar, another car is behind you to where you can't back up, and you have to get OUT of the car to push the button, because when you are getting back in the car you just might hit your head..HARD. Then you get a little confused and almost turn the wrong way into the garage. Then when your instructor tells you to park you might accidentally park in a pedestrian zone. Oops.. this isn't personal though....just hypothetical. Maybe you messed up by doing a few of these things. When your instructor is lecturing you about how bad you did and don't deserve your license ( yes Andy..L-I-C-E-N-S-E, look it up), just simply give him the puppy eyes and say, "Please don't fail me!" and it works! Hypothetically speaking...

my hand hurts

I’m officially an idiot. I learned why exactly you don’t try to do work for another class before you get there. My friend John has Psychology 2nd hour and I have it 4th. Every day he tells me what we are doing in that class and if I’m bored 3rd hour then I work on it. Well today my plan backfired. He told me we had to do a portfolio piece. Not too excited, I decided that I would get it out of the way 3rd hour like I often do. He explained that we had to write an obituary.
I didn’t really understand why exactly we had to write and obituary for ourselves, but hey, whatever floats my teacher’s boat. I wrote 2 pages on myself with what I would want my obituary to say. Afterwards I was pretty depressed, but at least I got it out of the way! Now I could do math’s homework in psychology.
So guess what…right now I am in psychology. And guess what…I don’t have my math or obituary done. After what I just found out, I have decided that I will just wait until I cool down a little and do it at home. My hand hurts from writing the stupid thing anyways. Pretty much, John had the assignment wrong. We were to write an obituary on a famous psychologist. Oooops. I didn’t realize this though until AFTER I turned it in. So now I am sure my teacher thinks I am a suicidal little girl…that or conceited.

Monday...

Doesn't it suck when Monday rolls back around after a great weekend?? Yep, whether you are at your job doing boring work or in class doing boring work...it sucks! Mondays are the worse. But guess what...I'm going to be laying on the sand Monday at the beach watching the waves roll!! You are going to be working while I am tanning... get jealous! Haha ok sorry that may have been harsh...but it's so true. So I guess I'll see ya next week! Have a good Monday!

See You at the Pole(Rebel Part 2)

Yeah, I know...blogging again during school. What can I say? Once you have gone over the edge like I have, it is nearly impossible to come back. Anyways, I'm having a much better day than Monday. This morning was See You at the Pole. FCA made sure this year to put it on the announcements, but I didn't think many people would come. Last year there were only four of us. We announced that it started at 8 but I decided to get there a little early just in case some people were already around. I get out of the car at 7:45 and looked at the front of the school. There had to be 20 people! I couldn’t believe it. I knew absolutely none of them. Within the next 15 minutes I met a good deal of believers at our school I had never even seen before. By the time we got started about 45 people showed up. MORAL: Don’t underestimate God. At the end, I made an announcement about FCA starting up next week and they all seemed interested. It would be great if you could pray for it and hopefully we will have a good turn-out next week. Since this morning I have had at least 5 people talk to me about it. Some of them even seemed interested in going to Porter tonight so if you read this before then, pray for that too! It’s neat to see Revival breaking out not only at church.

I'm a Rebel

I am pretty excited right now. So I'm in the library and am suppose to be doing some essay on women's rights or something...when I got bored. So I typed in jordancor.blogspot.com knowing that the Proxy Report would come up...but guess what...it didn't! So I now will be able to blog from school!
This makes me happy because I'm not having the greatest day. I didn't have much time this morning to get ready (I spent it all finishing my homework). Anyways, I don't look very cute. I'm wearing a huge sweatshirt...I don't even think it's mine. I have no make-up on, and I barely straightened my hair so it's up in a messy bun. Oh, and I left my purse at home with my brush and make-up in it...so I'm stuck like this all day.
The librarian is staring me down...I think she knows I'm not doing my work. She can stop looking though...this is school oriented. It is helping my writing and I mean this is a right I should have. So really I'm only supporting women's rights! Man she is creeping me out so I guess I should get started on the essay.

Too Good to be True

Last night I was hungry. Not just hungry but starving,(as my stomach would have been able to embarrassingly tell you). So I got home expecting a great meal after church. I THOUGHT my mom was making these amazing pizza things that I was pumped about...But of course not...that would be too good to be true. So as I walk in the kitchen I realize my parents are eating Wendy's. I decided not to complain about not getting the pizza because Wendy's is pretty good too(ever since I found out there really wasn't a finger in the chili). I see my Dad take a bite out of that nice, great, scrumptious burger and I thought, "Hey I can deal with this!" I reach my hand in the bag excitedly and much to my surprise...it's empty! Yes, yes... my very loving parents didn't get me my burger! I really wanted it...but of course not..that would be too good to be true. So by now Jordan is mad. So I decided to make myself something. The only problem is I can't make anything. Well, I take that back...I can make a MEAN bowl of cereal(sometimes I even add in some extra sugar to my wheaties...but thats just when I'm in a really fancy mood). I started thinking. I didn't want pop tarts, cereal, or a lunchable. I would have to get creative. Who knew that grilled cheese had to be GRILLED? I didn't. I just tried something a little different. I toasted the bread..put a little butter on it.. slapped on the cheese and put it in the microwave. NEWS FLASH: It doesn't taste good! But yeah, the rule is you make it, you eat it and I was not about to throw my masterpiece away. Yep..I ate it. Yep..I thought I was going to throw up. Yep...It was just too good to be true.

One Thing you Can't do in Heaven...

For everyone that goes to Porter, you know what I mean when I say God has been doing some amazing things. Revival is getting ready to break out and I can't wait for it to happen!

I have been reading One Thing You Can't do in Heaven by Mark Cahill with our FAITH class. Kenneth asked us to read the first chapter by next week, but I'm pretty positive I will be done with the whole thing long before then. The book is awesome. If you haven’t read it before, I strongly encourage you to do so. It really makes you wake up and puts your butt in gear.

Cahill has made it his life objective to witness to as many people as possible. For four years straight, he has talked about eternity with everyone he has sat next to on a flight. He prays for them long before he meets them. I love it when he says, "And since I pray for those people before we meet, I don't consider them strangers but friends." If we honestly pray that God will bring people in our lives to witness to, then when the time comes, it won't be a surprise. You will not be shocked or uncomfortable, because you expected it. That is one thing this book has encouraged me to start doing. Pray and it will happen. To be quite honest, I use to not believe in the power of prayer. It was just a "duty" I thought I had to do to be a believer. I learned on Tour two years ago though, that prayer really does work. It isn't a duty but an awesome privilege. Another line Cahill uses is, "Isn't it amazing that the God who is in total control of this universe will take time out of His day to hear us pray to Him?" We are so lucky to be able to talk to GOD.

Think about it...what is the one thing you can't do in Heaven? We can worship. We can sing songs. We can praise. We can learn God's word. But what is there in the Christian walk that we do on Earth, but can't in Heaven? We can't witness. NOW is our only time to reach the lost. This book explains no matter when we witness, it's a winning situation. There are three outcomes- they will accept Christ, you will plant a seed, or they will reject Christ. Rejecting Christ may not seem like a “winning” situation but the Bible tells us we are blessed when this happens. When do we lose, then? When we don't witness. I'm only on page 62 so I haven't even heard half the things Mark Cahill has to offer, but he says some pretty neat stuff so far. In this book, he describes many ways to strike up a conversation that can lead into Christ. I have decided to start trying some of these techniques this week at school. Before I would wait for witnessing opportunities to fall into my lap. I would think that people would take me as annoying or weird, and that no one really wanted to talk about God. This book has helped me overcome that. Cahill mentions, "We typically think that people don't want to talk about eternity and Jesus, but that's just another lie from the devil." I learned this week that eternity is a matter everyone wants to talk about! They just need someone to talk about them with it!

Last night, I thought the prayer service at church was great. After I got home, God laid on my heart that I should try and start FCA at Henry Clay. I called Mrs. Noble(Brother Wayne's wife, who is a Spanish teacher at my school), and she agreed to sponsor it in her room. She just told me to bring a few kids by this week who are interested with me and we can begin to plan. I hung up the phone and realized, I really have no Christian friends at school, and the two that I do have, I never even see. I didn't really know what I had gotten myself into, but I prayed God would let it work out. Well, today in Political Science our class had a "debate"(even though everyone in that class is a Democrat and agrees with each other besides me and another girl). It was over separation of church and state. I am usually pretty quiet in that class but some ridiculous things were being said, such as "FCA should be illegal" and "Students shouldn't even be allowed to express their religion." So, needless to say, I got involved. When I thought the entire class was just about ready to pull a gun out on me, the only other Republican, Rachel started helping me out. After class, we got into a discussion. She has gone to LCA her entire life, and it is her first year of public school. She looked at me and said, “I just don’t understand how people at this school can see so much that points to God, and completely be so against Him.” We started talking about Christ and I told her about possibly starting a FCA. She literally asked me if she could help out. We started talking and she has some great ideas, and a few friends that she said would definitely come if we did it. How amazing is God!

There is a poem Cahill found that really hit me:


My Friend
My friend, I stand in judgment now,
And feel that you’re to blame somehow.
On Earth I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.

Though we lived together here on Earth,
You never told me of the second birth.
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things, that’s true,
I called you “friend” and trusted you.
But I learn now that it’s too late,
And you could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the light,
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I’d never live on high.

Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And, yet, on coming to this dreadful end,
I cannot, now, call you my “ friend.”

It is time for us, as Believers, to take a stand and use our life how God intends for it to be used. 150,000 people die a day. It is up to us that those people don’t go to Hell. If we really want a Revival, lets stop living our lives like we want to and start living our lives how God intends for us to. We are just a blink in eternity, so lets leave a mark.

My Moments

I'm so glad we don't have school today. I don't know that I could take another day this week. I have had some pretty embarrassing moments.
Moment #1:
I only read one of the four books we were suppose to this summer(That's a lot better than last year). We had all the tests over them this week. On Monday we had East of Eden, which is the one I actually read. I was pretty confident, and knew I should do pretty well.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I ALWAYS rest my elbow on the desk and put my hand on my forehead when I'm working. It just helps me concentrate. Well, the teacher obviously doesn't know me yet. He walks over in front of me and starts clearing his throat very loudly until I look at him, along with the rest of the class.
him-"It wasn't that long ago since I was in high school, Missy. I know all the tricks in the book."
He then glances at my hand, like he might find the answers written on them. When he doesn't, he proceeds to tell me that he knows I was blocking my eyes so he wouldn't be able see me looking at my neighbor's paper.
me-"Um..I wasn't cheating, I always do my work like this."
him-"So you always cheat?"
me- "No, I swear I wasn't cheating!" and without thinking continued, "This is the one book I actually read!"
NOT GOOD to tell your teacher you only read one of the books. So after I finally got him off with a "warning" for cheating, he now knows that I bull crapped the essays on all the other tests because I didn't read the books. Meaning, I probably don't have a great average right now in that class. O well, I got an A on East of Eden. (The girl next to me failed, though..now how exactly would I be cheating off of someone and get 4 letter grades higher??) Anyways, this experience was very embarrassing.
Moment #2:
I completely forgot about my physics homework. We do it online so it has to be in by midnight, the day before. Well, I remember at 11:45ish. I pull it out, and realize there is no way I can do it. I didn't even know what the problems were saying. I decide that I just might be able to get away with turning it in late on the first assignment. So I e mail the teacher a sob story about how I didn't understand the homework(true), and wasn't sure exactly how the web homework worked yet(also true). The next day in class, Mrs. Gill in the middle of lecture, looks at me and says, "O by the way, Jordan, you need to start reading the instructions. That homework isn't due until next week, and even if it was due last night, the instructions on how to do it are on the worksheet at the top." This was very embarrassing.
Moment #3:
After fifth hour the other day, I was walking to my class when someone started to push me. They were using me as a shield to get through all the people. I ran into a group of those annoying girls that think they are cool because they walk .4 miles an hour screaming to their friends as they go. They weren't too excited about this and all turn to look at me. One girl gets a little too angry, like I did it on purpose, and gets her finger up in my face screaming at me. And I mean, screaming. I look behind me to find whoever pushed me. When I didn't see anyone, I looked in front of me and see Ben Cooper laughing. This was embarrassing.
Moment #4:
The teachers decided yesterday, that they all would hand out their textbooks. All 6 classes on the same day. I didn't even have room for all of them in my backpack, so I carried two of them along with one of my binders. This would be fine, if they had given lockers yet. But of course they didn't think that one through, so I was stuck all day with them. Well, anyways, the bell rang for lunch and I quickly got up to try and beat the crowd. It is crazy crowded on the way to lunch, and is dangerous to get in the middle of it(people like their food). I was walking up the stairs with a herd of people behind me when my friend pulls back on my backpack to slow me down so she could walk with me. Well, she doesn't know I have two binders and four books in it. So my whole body starts to go backwards down the stairs. My feet are racing back trying to keep up with my backpack as I run into everyone on the way down. I was just about to lose balance after going down about five steps when a huge body stopped me. It was my buddy Sonny(we use to be in the sixth grade together, but he got held back twice so now he's just a freshman.) It's a good thing he was there or I'm pretty sure I would be in the hospital right now. This experience was very embarrassing.

Priorities and Sacrifice.

Ok, school sucks. It is 7:40 exactly, and I have 40 math problems, 2 essays for psychology, 3 chapters for English, and a huge headache. Have I started? Unfortunately...no, I just haven’t had the time. But I have done a lot of other important things. For instance: I got online. Checked my mail. Played a few computer games. Called a few people. Ate(mama made cookies!). Talked online. Played more games. And ate some more. You see, you just have to have priorities.

I soon ran out of reasons not to do my homework and sat down to begin when... I remembered that I was due for a blog! So yes, everyone reading this, I made a sacrifice out of my very busy day just to give you a few words. Hopefully you now understand what the pastor means by "sacrificial love." I really, really, really, wanted to do my homework but I decided that it was my duty to put you all first. So it is now 7:45 and I don't know what to blog about. But no worries, I won't leave you hanging. I will just have to put my homework aside, as sad as it is, and focus. HmMmm..what to talk about..

So have I ever told you my favorite food is crab legs? Yep, I love them. But you want to know what is funny? I hate all seafood besides that. I think that is pretty weird. Speaking of weird... I also hate honey, and I hate mustard. But I LOVE honey mustard! Crazy, huh?

I am trying to think of something interesting that happened today…. O! My biggest pet peeve is when people say, "I did good." Seriously, welcome to high school, it's, "I did WELL." Like are you off the streets or something. Well anyways, sometimes I say things when I get frustrated that I really don't mean to say. For example when a girl in class said today to one of her friends, "I didn't do too good on my summer reading test.", I automatically turned to her and said, "it's WELL, you didn’t do too WELL.” I'm pretty sure my cheeks got a little pink when her and her little preppy friends just looked at me like I was an absolute retard, and I realized I actually just corrected a girl's grammar that I didn't even know. So needless to say, I heard a few derogatory whispers between her and her friend the remainder of class. Ooops.

Alright, so I just went in the other room for a minute to help Banks with his Scooby Doo Video Game. Now it is 8:14. As much as I hate to do it, I think I will have to get off and start my homework (well maybe Banks needs a little more help with that game.). I'm sorry people, but I can only do so much. Please, please, don't thank me for the post. I don't like to draw attention to myself. Remember, you have to have priorities.

Count Me Out

I have come to a conclusion- it is much harder for family members to deal with a two year old in a body cast than it is for the two year old. It might sound selfish or foolish but it's true. (For those of you who don't know my brother, Hayes, broke his leg a couple weeks ago and has to stay in a cast from his toes to past his waist. I know, I know, it's sad but after the first 2 weeks of it, he is just plain annoying.)

We might as well call the Family Room, "Hayes' Room" now. I haven't seen anything on the television in the past two weeks besides The Wiggles, Veggie Tales, Scooby Doo, Carebears(gay), and The Teletubbies(gayer). And of course what are his two new favorites? Carebears and Teletubbies. That's not right. My mom just will let the kid watch anything now. Seriously---it is 24/7 'Love Bear', 'Sunshine Bear'..'Rainbow Bear'..whatever. Too many bears. And for the Teletubbies... well I don't even know what those things are but they just shouldn't be allowed.

Today I made a big mistake. While Hayes was playing with one of his cars, I accidentally sat on the remote, thus changing the channel. NOT good. Mr. Spoiled screams at the top of his lungs until I find the right channel again..and it took me a while to find it. When I finally did get to it, he decides during that time he "missed it" and doesn't want to watch the cartoon anymore. I don't know what "it" is that he missed, but I do know before the channel changed he was paying no attention to the show. For the next 10 minutes at least, I flipped through all the channels and let him look at all his movies to pick whatever he wanted. I was so nice I even put Carebears and Teletubbies in the stack. He decided he didn't want any of them because he "missed it". So what did we do? Sat on the couch with no TV at all. That's right, I had enough. I just pressed the "OFF" button. We just sat and stared at a black screen. He crossed his arms and put his nose up until he got bored. After he finally gave up and asked, we turned the TV back on and the first cartoon we came too, he watched. Just call me Super Nanny.

Here's my conclusion: He's milkin' it. Mark my word, as soon as that cast is cut off he will still be the ruler of the television. I bet he expects to still be waited on hand and foot. And I bet that everyone is so use to it, he still gets his way. But no...not sissy. She won't do it. Cause you wanna know why? He's spoiled, and I won't stand for that. I don't think Super Nanny would either.

GO BULLDOGS!

Calm down, everyone. I'm not for "Dumb"ar. Don't tell any 12 year old cheerleaders staying at the Ameri Suites in Birmingham that though.

After our first day of games in the NSA Softball World Series, our team soon discovered that the hotel was not to ourselves. We were in fact sharing it with 100 twelve year old cheerleaders attending camp. Let me tell you, the lobby wasn't so fun that first night when our team hung out while they practiced their "Get Ready, Get Preppy!" cheers.

I was getting ready to head up to my room that night on the elevator, when an arm swung in to reopen the door. In come six cheerleaders who happened to be on all 4 different floors before mine. As soon as they hopped in, one little girl looked at me and asks, "Are you here for camp, too?" OK...seriously... I am 5'8", I was wearing a softball shirt, and please tell me I don't look like I am 12! These girls literally were a foot shorter than me! I just smiled back and said "no". But the conversation just couldn't end there.
"Well, are you a cheerleader?"
"No."
"Have you ever been a cheerleader?"
"Nope."
"I think you look like a cheerleader!"
"Thanks…?"
"Well, why are you here?"
"Softball."
all 4 girls-"GROSS!"
They proceeded to tell me how disgusting it was to play a sport in dirt. I just gave a smile and nodded. It was no doubt, the longest elevator ride I have ever had. You would think I was on the 30th floor.

The next night is when things started to get fun, though. Let me tell you, there are 4 people on my team from Lexington(2 from Henry Clay and 2 from Dunbar). The rest are from(as they would call it) "way out in the sticks" where everything is one syllable- ex. shower=shar, tired=tard, etc. The two Dunbar girls were wearing their school shirts...NOT A GOOD IDEA WITH A MILLION 12 YEAR OLDS THAT WATCH "CHEERLEADER NATION". We were all hanging out in the lobby when in come the cheerleaders, practicing their cheers as they walked. (Just a side note-- nothing against cheerleaders, but if you are one, PLEASE don't cheer when you are doing daily tasks. ANNOYING.) Anyways, all the sudden we hear an uproar of whispers, followed by pointing and giggling. Then a girl is pushed our way by some of her friends. "Um...are you all from Dunbar on 'Cheerleader Nation'?" she asked. I am about to burst out laughing when Tiffany, who is the absolute funniest/most country person I know replies, "Yeah! I guess ya'll seen me befo on TV, Huh?" A wave of squeals and questions followed. Another one of my teammates Maggie, convinced them she was Ryan, which was the only name from the show she knew. We all joked later that the new Ryan ate the old. They even thought my friend Sarah was on the show. Sarah is 6'2, almost 200 pounds. The girls started to get a little skeptical when we said I was the base and Sarah was the flier but nevertheless, they wanted autographs.
OK, OK so maybe what we did was wrong, but it was fun.

Other things learned in Birmingham:
- It's hot.
- Apparently it costs more to use the phone long distance. Oops..I owe my parents some money.
- I have mild asthma.
- It's hot.
- You don't always need Motrin or Aspirin to give you a happy lift. Inhalers work too.
- Cheerleaders really do live up to their rep…they are dumb. (no offense Caroline)
- I could pass for a 12 year old cheerleader.
- It's hot.
- I don't keep track of hotel keys very well. (I had to ask for 4 new ones because I either lost them or locked them in the room.)
- It's hot.


Another side note- On the way down to Birmingham I saw a real rocket ship on the side of the road! Yes that’s right is has actually been to space! My mother refused to pull over so I could touch it. I was very angry and pouted the next 50 miles. On the way back though she stopped! O yeah, after I used an entire camera on pictures of the rocket, I gathered enough courage to touch it! I know, I know, I actually touched something that has been to space! Many people I have told this to thought I was over reacting but they obviously are just jealous. Come on now, just admit it. You are jealous. It was definitely an “out of this world” experience. Ha-ha, get it?

Pop/Soda/Coke

O.K. So I just finished an entire can of pop/soda/coke(whatever you call it...I recently got lectured on which one to use but I forget.) That may seem normal to you but it is a HUGE deal for me to finish a whole pop/soda/coke...I NEVER do that. I usually take a couple sips out of it and leave it half empty..or wait..half FULL on the table, thinking I will drink the rest later...but I don't.
I got to thinking, and I would say I finish a whole can once every month or so. But I drink 1/4 of a new one probably three times a day. Meaning I drink 75% of a whole can every day. And then that one full can once every month. So in a regular month I most likely only drink 23.5 cans of pop/soda/coke. That is 282 per year. According to some site from Google, the average American woman lives for 79.5 years. That means, if I continue to drink that amount per year for 74.5 years(take of 5 years because you don't drink pop/soda/coke really before that), it would total to about 21009 cans in my life. I think that's a lot. But after doing some more research I found that the average American drinks 597 per year(from another Google site). WOW..that would mean a woman drinks about 44476.5 a lifetime! Can you say CRAZY! I am 23467.5 behind!
I know, this post isn't too astounding to you but it is the most interesting thing that has happened to me lately besides watching some loser kid get caught by the manager for switching movies and hyperventilate about it. Wow, that's another post. I'm going to be pretty busy so I won't get to post for about 55 weeks but I will return. Anyways, I need to go drink some more pop/soda/coke.

Wiley is back!!

That's right! Wiley is blogging again! Check it out--johnwiley.blogspot.com.

Fine! I'll blog on syrup!

(check out nathancornett.blogspot.com latest entry before reading)

Alright, Alright, I give in...I'm blogging on syrup. I didn't think it was possible but I'm going for it. Most my syrup thoughts were already taken..Cough Dad cough, but he did leave one out.

I had another syrup incident last year at a softball tournament. We woke up before our game and decided to go to Cracker Barrel. Of course I ordered the entire breakfast menu and ate about two bites of it like always. Anyways, if you have ever been to Cracker Barrel, you know they put their syrup in those cute little bottles that are about 5 inches tall.(I think they do that just so you don't use as much but nevertheless, I thought they were adorable.) The team was having a nice discussion about them when stupid me had to make the remark, "They are so small, I bet I could drink the whole thing in one gulp." Of course, after that everyone tried to talk me into doing it. At first I refused, but when I heard them agree to all give me 5 bucks for it, backing out was no longer an option.(With all 11 people that's a good $55...and I'm not one to turn a good dare down!) So after a few minutes of preparation I stuck that bottle to my lips and began to gulp away. Just so you know, syrup takes a LOT longer to go down than coke. It was a much more difficult task than I had prepared myself for, probably taking a whole minute to drink. And as more started to go down, I could feel some of it getting ready to come back up...gross, I know. But without fret, I finished it! When I put the bottle back on the table though, I knew it wasn't much time until the syrup returned. As my face became pale and I slapped my hand to my mouth, everyone else soon realized I was about to blow. My coach then picked me up and ran me through numerous tables(embarrassing)and to the bathroom where...well you can finish the story yourself. Lets just say, it comes up a whole lot faster than it goes down.
I came back to the table to find my very supportive team in tears from laughter. After all this work, while I was gone they decided it didn't count since I didn't hold it down. Meaning no money! My coach was the only person to pay up. Needless to say, those "adorable" little syrup bottles are not so cute anymore!

There, Dad...I blogged on syrup. Happy? Oh and by the way, it's Mom's fault that I thought the bacon grease was syrup. Nunny(grandma) warms her syrup up in a CUP so it's hot because she loves us enough to take that extra step! I just thought Mom was doing the same but of course she's not that nice! So really, it is understandable that I poured it on my pancakes!

VBS Lessons

I just got done with my second day volunteering at VBS. I love doing it, but working with 5 year olds definitely has its ups and downs.(Up- It's only for three hours, Down- 3 hours with five year olds is a VERY long time) Over these last two days I have learned a few things that will help when dealing with kids.

~GET PUPPETS~ You will try every tactic to get them to listen and be quiet but none will work. Not the quiet game, the "One, Two, Three, eyes on me!", or the "put a marshmallow in your mouth" game. But no worries...when the (monotone unexperienced and boring) puppets come into play every one of their little mouths will shut and their eyes will be glued to the stage. Not that I'm bitter or anything, but seriously...you can see the hand coming out of the puppet's neck. They don't even know how to move their mouths with the words. Nevertheless, puppets work.
~GET CREATIVE~ When you discover the quiet game doesn't work and the puppets aren't available, think outside the box. It might not be easy but there is always a way to make the little varmints hush.
Example- Today our class made it early to music while another class was still in session. So we had an entire 4 minutes to keep them quiet. I know you're thinking there is no way to keep 17 five year olds quiet for that long. With no puppets on hand, props go to Adam Baird. This creative fellow crammed them all into a closet. Now this wasn't an ordinary closet-It was the "Invisible Secret Room"...meaning to keep it "secret", everyone had to be still and quiet. It worked very well besides a couple kids yelling they were scared. But hey, you can't make them all happy.
~ENUNCIATE CLEARLY~ It is very important that the children understand exactly what you are saying.
Example- Today during story I was telling a boy named Dylan to be be quiet because he was distracting all the kids and no one was listening. When I said "Dylan"(pronounced Die-Lan) another boy heard "Kings Island". He then screamed to where I am pretty sure the whole church could hear about how he had been there and what he had done there. The rest of the class excitedly joined in with him about their experiences there. Looking back the class was focused more before I tried to help.
Example- When I took the girls to the bathroom today, one couldn't figure out how to unlock the stall. I tried to explain to her to move the knob to the left but obviously not all 5 year olds know their left and right. So lucky me got to climb under the door and unlock it for her. (And yes, I washed my hands and arms.)
~DON'T THROW OBJECTS AT CHILDREN AND THEN LIE ABOUT DOING IT~ I know it seems harsh for a lot of you blog readers out there, but it probably isn't too great of an idea. From observing this in action, I've discovered it will only make the kids more wild and urge them to throw things themselves. It's a little confusing to them when:
A. They see a leader throw something
B. They watch as the leader then lies about throwing it at them
C. They in turn throw something back at the leader or at another child
D. They themselves lie about throwing it
E. They get in trouble by a leader
Maybe you don't agree with me and I'm crazy, but it's just a personal preference.

Make sure to bring this checklist with you next time your watching children!

Florida Mission Trip 2006

I just got home from an amazing week in Jacksonville, Florida with Christian Singers. I had a lot of fun and at the same time learned a lot of things. It wasn't a very exciting beginning when, the first day we got there, were told that Jacksonville has the highest murder rate in America. But we all survived (barely). I'll just go over the highlights and things I learned over this trip:

5. Overdosing is drug-abuse. Yeah, not that I experienced this personally or anything but I would advise not mixing medicines or taking more than the correct amount. It's just bad. Hypothetically speaking, you might get a little high, get made fun of, jumble your words, be a little confused, or cut your own thumb with a knife. And trust me, NO ONE, not even your friends, will help you...they will only make it worse. Hypothetically speaking of course.

4.Even the best fall down sometimes. O.K... the girl who has played 6 ball games in 95 degree weather all in one day passed out... SINGING! No joke...it wasn't pretty. All together my friend Restrained her ankle, another friend had to go to the hospital for dehydration, and the food we were served....well made everyone a little sick. Scratch that, VERY sick. Haha, you can use your imagination with that one.

3.As believers, no matter how different we may be, when it comes down to it we are all a body. This trip I hung out with people that I never before really talked to or haven’t for years. I didn't become great friends or anything, but we all just talked as if we always did. I wish that it could be the same when we are home. I think if we all looked past this life we would always see that we are in this together and we can lean on each other in hard times.

2.WE REALLY DO TAKE FOR GRANTED HOW MUCH WE HAVE. These people had nothing. We saw prostitution, drug deals, beating, and many more horrible things. So many people are searching for Christ and we have Him. We just need to share Him.

1. What you think God's plan is for you isn't always the case. I went down there thinking I was going to lead multiple kids to Christ, when in fact I didn't lead one. I beat myself up for this for a while until I realized a seed is needed and has a large role in salvation. I made a relationship with a 17 year old girl that only needed to see Christ's love. She has had and is having a VERY hard life. I won't go into details but she was at the point of choosing between life and prostitution. After my friend Ashlee and I talked to her and her brother for about an hour she decided to come to worship with us. Here she said she has her first smile in days. I wanted to get the brownie points for winning someone to the Lord, when in reality just showing Christ and his love is just as rewarding. The way I wanted the things to work isn't how God wanted them to. We all need to remember that it's not all about us and it is for His glory, not ours.

Galatians 1:10- "Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ."

HELP--Summer boredom!

I need some help from my many viewers(all 2 of you)! As I just looked at the calendar I realized we have been out of school now for only two weeks. I'm beginning to think that has to be wrong though considering it feels like a month. I mean, I don't know if it's just me or not but this has been the longest two weeks of my life. On the last day of school everyone is at the door ready run out at the sound of the bell..to do what?? Absolutely NOTHING! Well, I guess the upper classmen have it pretty good considering they can drive places but what can I do?? At least I get to leave for Florida tonight for Tour, but when I get home I'm in the same boat. I would ask my parents this question but all I get from them is this, "You have to get a job." crap or my favorite, "Clean (substitute any household object here)." I mean, seriously, what life value does a job have? They don't seem to understand when I tell them I am marrying someone rich. It's all good though, they'll see. So while I am in Florida for my one entertaining week, I need some ideas on what I can do when I come home. I have NOTHING until softball starts again. I think I have tried everything..I mean I even became a blogger!



~And how exactly do you all write long blogs..I thought this was going to be one but I am just inexperienced!

I'm a Blogger!

Alright, so when my parents are on the computer more than I am..It's sad. So when I figured out they were blogging I decided to give it a try! If my parents like it that much then it must be pretty entertaining considering I'm usually content to just sit and look at the same page of Myspace for an hour without getting bored. Which by the way..Myspace is very overrated! I finally agree with my dad when he says it's a "HEY! Look at me!" page. I'm going to try and retire from it to move to this. Try something, unlike Myspace, that not EVERY person I know and their mother does(and their 3rd cousin once removed..Seriously). Well, I'm new to this thing and can't think of anything else to write. Help me get started with some comments. Come on..you have to help a teenager that says they actually will do something besides Myspace!