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2008-06-09T00:56:00.004-04:00

So it is 1 in the morning and I am wide awake thanks to sleeping 15 hours last night...thank you Tylenol PM! I know this blogging thing is pretty much old school now, but I have been wide awake with nothing to do so I decided to read through my some of my old posts. It was hilarious to remember some things over the past two years. In another sense, it was also really neat to see how much has changed. From getting my wisdom teeth out to getting my license and finding a first job, so much has gone on in two years! They went so quick too...every post I read felt like I wrote it yesterday. This summer is going to fly by and I will be in college! It is just crazy how fast life is moving!

-That is my very deep thought at one in the morning haha. I WOULD have people to call now but everyone is in Savannah! :(

Adulthood.

2008-05-04T23:17:00.004-04:00

Today is a significant day in the blogosphere. Jordan Cornett is making her initial post as an adult. The age eighteen is an incredibly enchanting number. The era has come to detach the training wheels and embark on blogging with an adult-like comportment. I have left my juvenile ways behind, never to revisit. Death to posts on Hannah Montana. Away with the central processing unit’s program “paint.” Henceforth, only intellectually stimulating posts will attain the wall of “JorCor.”

Actually, I give up. I tried really hard but that paragraph took entirely too long. So if you are looking for a mature blog I would press the big “X” button in the top left corner now. Thanks.

If not…let me tell you about being eighteen:
1. If I kill someone I am in BIG trouble.
2. I can buy cigarettes.
3. I can buy a lottery ticket.
4. I can order that abs machine off of the infomercial finally.
5. I can legally get kicked out of my house...

I think though if I chose either of 1-4, number five might just become a reality. So pretty much being an adult means nothing to me. Bummer.

Countdown...

2008-04-17T10:52:00.002-04:00

14 days until I am an adult!!!
46 days until I graduate!!!
124 days until college...

Enough Said.

2008-04-03T21:48:00.001-04:00

Pet Peeves

2008-03-10T15:34:00.003-04:00

1. Saying "good" when it should be "well."
2. Black and navy together.
3. Uneven eyeliner.
4. Texting when you are sitting three feet away from the person...
5. Serious talks through text or IM.
6. Busy work.
7. When your handwriting changes half way through a page.
8. Gold and silver together.
9. Brothers.
10. Eraser smudges.
11. People that walk slow/yell in the hallways.
12. When people make fun of Hannah Montana!
13. Too much make-up.
14.When people touch you with their feet...gross.
15. Dirty windshields.
16. When someone tells you they have a secret and then says "never mind."
17. Grocery carts with one bad wheel or any other non-working parts.
18. When the subject of the conversation revolves around "He/she said X on my Facebook Wall!"
19. When someone changes the channel from your show to ESPN when you look away for two seconds.
20. When commercials are ten times louder than the show.
21.Being put on the speakerphone without warning.
22. Loud nose blowing.
23. Dropping my cell phone.
24. When boys spit.
25. Not knowing how to end a post!

Tell Me You Love Me(Part 2)

2008-02-29T16:20:00.005-05:00

This is the second near-death experience I have been fortunate enough to live and blog about(see http://jordancor.blogspot.com/2007/01/tell-me-you-love-me.html). Adam's ridiculous post about popcorn and fire alarms actually made me think of the subject!

It was a regular day in the halls of Henry Clay high school. It was the start of second hour and I was just dragging into class...I was tired, ok? Anyways, right when I got in the room and put my stuff down the fire alarm went off. These “drills” happen all the time so I wasn't too quick to get up as I was still half way asleep. Frustrated, the class slowly began to exit the room.

I was just thrilled when we walked outside where it was pouring rain. Thinking we would only be out there a few minutes, I handed my friend my coat since she had short sleeves on. An HOUR later, I decided that was a bad idea…

Now soaking wet, we were all a little peeved. I just thought a student pulled it and we had to wait for the firemen to inspect. Suddenly fingers started raising to point up to the hallway window. Black smoke consumed it! I was awe struck! My I-Pod was definitely still in the room! I guess that probably wasn’t the first thing to think about but I’m being honest.

Everyone now a little scared, our teachers got the bright idea to move us into the gym since it isn’t connected to the building. Wonderful. I’m so glad the Henry Clay staff can think of such a convenient plan an hour after we have been freezing in the rain.

Here we waited another hour. No Heredity class! Eventually we were informed that someone lit toilet paper on fire in the bathroom and it burnt out into the hallway but the firement took care of it. Sweet.

Oh, and of course there is a moral to the story. Don’t skip school. Because if you do decide to sleep in and then come to class late, someone may decide to put the school on fire and then you may become a suspect because you were in the hallway at the time. I’m innocent until proven guilty at least!

So that is how I survived the Henry Clay Toilet Paper Fire. I was an inch away from death once again! So…tell me you love me!!

Passion D.C.!!

2008-02-25T12:35:00.003-05:00

WOW. There is absolutely no other way to start a post about my weekend in D.C. WOW. God showed me some amazing things and I can’t help but share them. I don’t know how or where to start but I’m just going to jump right in!

I had a fuller picture of who God is this weekend than I have ever had in my life. It is funny how you can grow up in church your entire life and hear the same things a million times but suddenly after years of hearing it, it just…clicks. The most elementary truths were made so alive to me. God is our Dad…duh, right!? My three year old brother can tell you that. I knew that but this weekend I was closer to understanding how powerful that is than ever. In prayers, I call Him “Father” but I never really focused on how amazing that truly is. Before I pictured Him as a powerful God and in my mind I knew that the relationship was personal and he cared about every area of my life. I knew he came to die for my sins. I knew that I was the reason He had to die. I didn’t often look at Him as my FATHER though. My FATHER came to die for my sins. I was the reason my FATHER had to die. My FATHER cares about every area of my life…and my Father is GOD. Wow. So that is all obvious to you, I know…but it really hit me hard. When I mess up, which is constant, I don’t just stand before a condemning God anymore. I stand before a loving Dad. He is The Creator, The Healer, The Peacemaker, The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, The Rock, The Redeemer, The Great Provider, The Strong Tower, The Holy One…and My Daddy. Before the words “the Father” didn’t mean “My Daddy.” It just was another way to say God. God, THE Father. My Father. Wow.

It made me realize just how forgiving He is. Duh, again. After this weekend I realize that he truly does forget my mistakes. I am God’s daughter…you are God’s child. As his children, He pours his love on us. I don’t know if you are with me, but so many times I ask for forgiveness for something, and I ask…and I ask…and I ask. This weekend I finally heard God scream “Give it up, Jordan! It’s forgiven. It’s gone! If you stop harping on your mistakes and start focusing on your decisions TODAY I can do so much more with you!”

This weekend I saw a bigger picture of God. What is so cool about it to me is that I didn’t just get “revived” like other retreats, I learned more. Being reminded and revived is necessary, but it is great to know I found something that isn’t going to fade. Yeah, the picture of My God, My Father…My forgiving Father may be hard to see sometimes, but I know now that He is all of those things…and I can’t forget it. It made my worship experience this weekend unlike any other. I felt like I got rid of the “baggage” that Francis Chan talked about. I saw my Dad and I could worship Him with the realization that no matter what I am His and I am forgiven. With that realization I could come before His throne and see Him. It was a piece of Heaven on earth. WOW!

Luke 11:11-13
11"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"

10 Don'ts From This Week

2008-02-21T21:13:00.003-05:00

1. Don’t run outside in flip flops when it is covered in ice.
2. Don’t cover up Jerry Ball's deer mounted on the wall with a blanket...even if you can't stand to look at poor ole' Bambi.
3. Don’t try to beat your parents in an argument...you always lose even if you are right!
4. Don't let your parents know about Facebook...they may make their own......
5. Don’t sync your I-Pod on someone else's computer when it is gonna erase all your previous songs. Urgh.
6. Don’t think just because the kid is five he can't beat you up.
7. Don’t leave your bag unattended to when Sammi Ball is in the house.
8. Don’t sing to Hannah Montana when you don't know who is watching.
9. Don’t joke around with new middle schoolers on the softball team...they might think you are serious and cry.
10.Don't eat a cookie out of the box in Kroger's even if you are going to buy them...it is apparently stealing still. Oops.

I'm pretty much a failure.

*Chelsea Ball thinks headaches are contagious

Doing it.

2008-02-11T17:48:00.000-05:00

If you are looking for a devotion book that will kick you in the butt every morning and inspire you to become more than a mediocre Christian, pick up David Nasser's A Call to Die tonight. I am half way through it now and I am dreading when it is over. Today I read two...even though you aren't suppose to haha. I just got done reading the section "Be a Doer" and it really got to me so I want to share it.

Nasser says the church is full of "armchair Christians." These are the Christians that sit back and watch people. We judge someone’s heart by their attendance. We recognize a good sermon and wander who in the audience feels convicted and needs to repent. We are quick to tell people to pray but slow to do it ourselves. To me that isn't even mediocre Christianity. It is worse...and unfortunately I think that is where a lot, if not most, Christians in the church are today.

"Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it--he will be blessed in what he does." (James 1:22, 25)

By merely listening to the word, we deceive ourselves. We may think we are growing Christians because we know the word, but when we add no action to it we are only fooling ourselves. Yes, we may decide not to curse the name of God or get drunk every weekend, but we are not fully devoting ourselves to Christ. Notice that James says the "perfect law that gives freedom." Isn't it ironic that what seems like a burden(the law) actually gives us freedom? When we follow Christ we have to humble ourselves and we feel like we are missing out on the fun, but we find a joy and contentment like anything the world can offer. At the time it is a very difficult act to deny yourself and choose Christ’s law, but when you put your head on your pillow that night you find joy in your decision.

Being a “doer of the word” doesn’t just mean avoiding sin, though. It means taking action for Christ. Tell others about this law that will give them freedom too. Pastor really hit it yesterday when he said “Evangelism is intentional and confrontational.” Evangelism won’t just “happen.” Situations will arise where it may be very easy to witness, but you still have to take the step. Take it.

Start with prayer. Pray for the people you feel God wants you to reach. Classmates, associates, even family will one day be out of your reach. Reach out now while they are there. Write down names and ways you can reach them. It doesn’t always mean sitting down out of nowhere and talking about God, sometimes maybe, but others it just means hanging out with that kid younger than you that thinks you are the world. Sometimes it means sending a nice email, or inviting them out with your church friends so they can just see the environment of Christ-followers. No matter what it looks like, just reach out to them.

Today.

Lets stop listening and start doing.

Saturday Morning Ramble

2008-02-09T09:05:00.000-05:00

I have bolded the main points of my Ramble for those in a hurry...

The downfall of having two little brothers(well one of them) is Saturday mornings. What are you all doing right now? Probably in your comfortable little beds with your blankies all snuggled up. What is Jordan doing at SEVEN O’ CLOCK IN THE MORNING? Blogging. Just want I love doing on my day to sleep in.

One Saturday morning is not as entertaining as it was when I was little. I pretty much stick to Disney these days. OH, and what is up with all these little kid shows in the morning? Do they not think that older, more mature 18(almost) year olds are watching? WHERE IS THE HANNAH MONTANA?

Oh, ps...my brothers and I spent the night with my grandma last night...you can call her Nunny. I know they are old, but do they really need the TV on the loudest volume possible at SEVEN O’ CLOCK IN THE MORNING? I think they are siding with Banks and Hayes. Seriously, TURN THE VOLUME DOWN!

Chelsea was suppose to come over here last night too. I guess the party is just at my grandparents. Then I got a headache and didn't want her to catch it, so I told her to stay home. CHELSEA THINKS HEADACHES ARE CONTAGIOUS!

SEVEN O’ CLOCK IN THE MORNING?!

Senioritis

2008-01-17T10:57:00.000-05:00

I used to think it was just a term for the lazy...the kids that just made an excuse to quit trying in school. I have finally learned though that Senioritis is not a myth. It is a devastating illness that is unavoidable to many people.

How do I know this? First hand experience.

I have been sick before. Never though, have I been so miserable as this Senioritis is making me.
I want to do my work, yes…but my body won’t let me.
I want to go to school, yes…but my body won’t let me.
I want to prepare for my future, yes…but I just CAN’T.

Not only am I unable to do the things I so long for, but society just does not understand that this illness is genuine. I now pity those with ADD. I once criticized these people who claimed to have such an illness, but by experiencing a shunned sickness myself, I now can relate. Just because you are not infected, does not mean that it isn’t sincere. Sure, we may seem to be making an excuse just to get out of work, but we have no control.

For example, yesterday: I REALLY wanted to go to third hour. Really, I did. I was walking to class though when my feet suddenly began to go their own direction. With tears in my eyes, I watched my hand reach in my purse and grab my car keys. I screamed for it to stop, but this was no longer my decision. My mind yelled “pottery!” but by feet took me to my car. After fighting the effects of my illness, I was worn out. I just quit. Next thing I know, I’m sitting in a chair getting my hair trimmed. Devastating.

Below is a list of common questions an answers.

What do I do if I have senioritis?
Keep truckin’. After your senior year it will be gone hopefully. In a worst case scenario it won’t disappear and you may be living on the streets--but the government will help you out.

What do I do if I encounter someone with senioritis?
Keep your mouth shut. When you see a senior in the mall or getting a hair cut in the middle of the day, don’t point your finger or call their parents. Family members are the last people that will understand. Instead, offer a word of encouragement. Pat them on the back and let them know you are there. Offer to take them out to lunch the next time their illness attacks. You never know what your small act of kindness can do.

Is it contagious?
Yes, senioritis is contagious…but only to other seniors. If you are not a senior, don’t fret. This is a question I once received from a friend, Chelsea Ball (a fellow senioritis sufferer). Some seniors, like Chelsea may have a case of Severe Phenomanalpeermediation Senioritis. In such cases, headaches may be caught from anyone else in the room with a headache. Also, the word “drug” may cause an allergic reaction with swelling to the eyes. Severe Phenomanalpeermediation Senioritis Sufferers(try saying that five times) are HIGHLY contagious. It is important that all ages avoid these victims.

I hope that my readers can sympathize now with victims of this disease. Isn’t it enough that we are ill? Do we have to get criticized for our uncontrollable actions? We are already miserable. Please, don’t add to it.

MY Blog Day

2008-01-01T21:28:00.001-05:00

Well, today was my vote for "Blog Day" or whatever, so I have to at least stick to it. So here goes my random thoughts/discoveries/updates...
1. I'm tired. New Years is a very tiring holiday...especially when five girls are stuck in a room with High School Musical, Ale8, and DDR. Sleep isn't an option in such a situation.
2. It is 2008!!! As in the year I graduate! Ahhhh!
3. Life is going too fast...
4. It snowed today...yay!
5. I hope that we don't have school tomorrow considering I haven’t done any homework yet.
6. I really want to go sledding.
7. Santa brought me a Hannah Montana blanket, two Hannah Montana toothbrushes, a Hannah Montana microphone, and a Hannah Montana shirt! You are jealous.
8. It is really fun to TP.
9. I have an odd urge to go horseback riding...
10. UK basketball is embarrassing.
11. Chips and salsa are not a great breakfast choice.
12. My brothers are beginning to get stronger than me...not cool.
13. I really use "..." too much...
14. Dolly Parton guest starred on Hannah Montana today.
15. I just found out that I have spelled definItely wrong my entire life. It isn't definAtley.
16. I also spelled "Jonas" wrong on my last post. Sorry boys.
17. I cleaned my car out finally!
18. My New Years resolution was to delete the Myspace...definAtley didn't happen yet.
19. Break is too short.
20.When you decide to paint "08" on your face, remember that everything is backwards in a mirror! Mallory was ready for 2080 when she got done.

HANNAH MONTANA!

2007-12-12T22:09:00.000-05:00

Girls...remember the Backstreet Boys concerts? When they came out on stage and you felt like they were singing directly to you and you just cried your little eyes out(actually their are some GUY blog readers that I am pretty sure reacted the same way.)
WELL...Backstreet Boys have met their match. Yes, that's right...I said it. I loved a concert more than the Backstreet Boys. Trust me, that is a HUGE statement for me to make...cause i <3 the backstreet boys...but Hannah Montana/Jonus Brothers have taken the lead!

I just want you all to know that Nick, a Jonus Bro, waved at ME. Some eight year olds next to me(and in all the rows surronding me) seemed to think that he was waving to them too. NEWS FLASH> The wave was directed towards Jordan Cornett.

Finally, I had the inspiration to blog. It might me because I don't have a voice to talk about it!

--PS..Don't tell anyone..but I'm Alexis Texas..

Better than Kindergarten!

2007-11-26T13:06:00.000-05:00

Cash Advance Loans

Answer

2007-11-08T15:41:00.001-05:00

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2007-11-02T17:08:00.000-04:00

Don't waste your time here

2007-09-05T13:35:00.001-04:00

go to the "unknown" link on my page...its my mom by the way.
anyways this post is tight

read it

For Gina :)

2007-08-30T15:51:00.000-04:00

Midnight Ramble

2007-07-21T01:04:00.000-04:00

I'm not writing anything new, anything exciting, or anything funny. I just have been thinking a lot lately, its midnight, and I can't sleep so I might as well write a blog finally! So here go my random thoughts! They probably won't be connected at all but I'm just going to flow with it!

The Christian life is tough. Duh, right? The whole rollercoaster analogy that is used overused...fits perfect. You have your highs, your lows, your upside down times, and the time when really nothing is going on. What I have found though, is no matter how "low" you may seem to feel or confused, Christ is still providing. I guess it is something I have always heard but it isn't until I began to think lately that I see it's true. Even when you don't feel like you are in the right spot, He is in control.

Lately I have felt like I am not doing enough. I love to witness, but I feel like I haven’t made it a priority like I use to. I think I have been getting so caught up in the doctrine of our faith and the miniscule tributes of it that I have forgotten the big picture: the world is going to Hell and I have the key to heaven. Yes, the foundation of Christianity is vital and knowing why we believe what we do is necessary, but not when it comes before our call as Christians. You can know everything about something but when you don't live the basic tendons, it means squat.

I have also felt that things in life just aren't going my way. Once again, duh. I'm a Christian living in a world that is against everything I believe and I'm against everything it does...we aren't always going to get along, and really we never should. I just have been so confused about God's plan for my life. What I think God wants seems to keep getting turned around. I am starting to notice though that when I think I am missing out on something He wants for me, I receive so much greater in return.

My example:

*Choir Tour: I cried for 3 months because I couldn't go due to my new softball team. I thought that was where I was "supposed" to be...church mission trip should obviously trump softball tournament, right? Wrong. Not for me anyways. This new softball team has been amazing. I was an inch away from quitting just going on tour, but I have more of a witness already on this team than I think I have ever had anywhere.

Starting FCA this year, I was challenged to pray with my high school team before every game. It was tough to start, but it became a part of every game. My mom asked me on the way to this summer team's practice if I would feel comfortable asking to pray before our games this summer. My response was immediately "no way!" I knew nothing about these girls, I barley talked, and they intimidated the crap out of me! So what happens the first game? The coach tells us to huddle up and asked me to pray, not even knowing a thing about me. So I now have the job of praying before every game. I guess since I refused to be a witness, He made me be one! It's pretty tight!

Later in the week we had a player pass out. It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. She started to have a seizure, went into shock, and stopped breathing. She was playing first and I was playing second, so I unfortunately saw it all. They gave her CPR and tried to revive her while we waited for the ambulance. We were all freaking out of course, but without hesitation we all got together and they asked me to pray. Fortunately she is fine today; just keep her in your prayers. It is just amazing how God has literally laid a witness out perfectly for me on this team.

So anyways, if you have spent this much time reading this much of my first blog in 23 years, it would be great if you could spend just another minute saying a quick prayer for my witness on this team. I have one more week left with them. I leave tomorrow for NC and come back next Sunday. I feel that God wants to use me even farther with these girls I have grown so close to. Pray that I am in the right heart, have the opportunity, and have the guts to step up when I need to.

PS- I will be at church in two weeks finally! YAY! Just so you know, it is hard to be away from your home church for as many weeks as I have this summer. I miss it so much. I think we don't realize just how much it helps to be in His family every week. Make sure to soak it all up this Sunday and take it into your everyday walk.

QuEsTion?

2007-05-22T15:00:00.001-04:00

is blogging not the hott thing to do anymore??

Fat Faced Insomniac

2007-04-03T04:40:00.000-04:00

I look like a chipmunk!

I got my wisdom teeth pulled approximatley 14 hours ago.

I've had more fun experiences.

I've learned Happy Gas really makes you happy.

I've also learned Happy Gas makes others around you that listen to your insane comments happy.

Advice: If you ever have a loved one use Happy Gas, take their phone away and be a true friend.

Sorry if you got a phone call that sounded something like, "I goth my withdom teth pooled."

It was me.

It is now 4:40 A.M. and I have been awake for a few hours...pain killers wore off.

They were making me sleep.

Mommy hid the painkillers.

I'm hungry.

4 more hours till another dosage of Vicaden...what to do till then?

I have an excuse to eat ice cream!

Peace.

My..."GreAt"...(Life)...

2007-03-02T19:36:00.000-05:00

OokKk..so its been a while since I have done this whole "blogging" thing...

Sorry to my many readers(I love you Nunny, Parentals, Uncle David, and Kathleen!)

The only problem is...there is nothing to blog about! So I will just go through my life lately with the classic bullets...

Softball started! Yay! This means life has ended...NOO! Now that life is over and it is all about softball I have decided to "get healthy" for the season.(There is a reason that "get healthy" is in quotations...my definition of healthy isn't quite that of the dictionary's). I wake up and usually eat an apple..that's good. Then carrots...that's good. Then comes the problem: that doesn't fill me up. On the other hand...pizza, ice cream, and brownies seems to hit just right. Now my question is if your body shouldn't have it... then why does mine NEED it?? This leads me to Psychology the other day... we were talking about eating disorders and specifically bulimia-where you binge eat and purge-when my "friend" likes to yell to the class... "Oh! Jordan does that...except for the purging part...she just binge eats and is going to get fat!"(There is a reason that "friend" is in quotations now). Along with this "healthy" crap I have tried to start running. The old guy next to me at Gold's the other day was either really healthy or I am just REALLY not.(Leaning towards the latter). He went forever on the treadmill as I went my few minutes and was about to pass out.

That was a far too long bullet.
So they are about to get shorter.

I am horrible at physics...seriously...horrible.

I think...I may use...'dot dot dot'....too much...when I...write...blogs.

My little brothers have left the "cute" stage (and entered the evil).

I "think" I "may" use "quotations" too much "when" I write blogs also.

And I may use (parenthesis) a little too much.

It is...(really) "fun"... to read a "sentence" with (a lot of)...dots, "quotations", and (parenthesis)...adds "emphasis."

Now don't tell me that wasn't hard to read.
OH! OK a serious one. Newsflash! Since Gatlinburg the junior girls are no longer drama queens...for the most part.

That last one wasn't a joke! Stop laughing!

OH!! I auditioned last week for next seasons American Idol!

That last one was a joke. Laugh!

OK, OK, OK...you are overdoing it. Stop laughing.

Alright I am done.

PS-I just wasted four minutes of your life. Ha ha. I am laughing at you.

RaScAl FlAttS!!

2007-02-17T15:36:00.001-05:00

four and a half more hours untill the Rascal Flatts concert!!

Tell me you Love me

2007-01-09T15:46:00.000-05:00

I don't want to scare anyone, but I believe it's my obligation to inform you...I almost died last night. Please, please don't fret, I'm still alive(that's why I am writing this).

Scenario:
After school I went to my friend's house who lives down Waller. On the way back, I got caught in a crazy traffic jam. People were in such a hurry, they were bumper to bumper...even those that had to be on the railroad tracks to do so. I didn't think you were suppose to stop on railroad tracks but everyone else was doing it so I decided I should too (this is the reason I started smoking also). Anyways, I was on them for a few seconds when I heard a huge "choo, choo" in my left ear. I turned my head to find the train about a football field away. Then the railroad crossing bars came down...with me inside.

What would most people do?
a. honk at people to get them to move and drive around the bar
b. run out of the car and off the tracks
c. at least scream

What did I do?
Freeze. I really didn't react at all. I honestly said out loud in a Werhle, monotone voice "This sucks."

Well, the people behind me started to freak out and honk for the people in front of me to move. I eventually caught on with the train now about 100 feet away from me and started to honk also. Everyone in a panic moved up as far as they could, but there was nowhere for them to go. I got halfway around the bar, but the back was still on the track. Still, the thought of jumping out of the car didn't occur to me. I turned to look and the speeding train was right next to me with its horn blowing like crazy.

Finally, the guy in front of me pulled over frantically into someone's yard. I pulled up just in time as the train rolled by (the engineers face was priceless). The guy hopped out of his car along with a few more people to see if I was alright. I had no expression whatsoever and laughed it off. After a few minutes they left and I started to bawl (a little late reaction). The dude then came out of his house and saw a random person pulled over into his yard crying...sort of awkward. (What is worse about this whole experience is the first thing I thought after I pulled off, was, "Finally! I have a blog topic!")

It's true that your life really flashes before your eyes! So I wanted everyone to know that I love you! I have decided to do something with my now life...something that will make a difference. So I am beginning small...by feeding the hungry and solving world peace (I feel so strongly about world peace that you better not get in the way...I will have to go to drastic measures even if it means killing you.)
moral: don’t stop on train tracks...and don't ride in a car with me.

nEw yEarS!

2006-12-27T23:18:00.000-05:00

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

COME!

~jordan

Merry Christmas!

2006-12-24T00:08:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-12-19T12:48:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-07T17:25:00.000-05:00

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

--for assistance go to http://www.thesource4ym.com/teenlingo/

Confession....

2006-12-04T13:30:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-11-23T19:17:00.000-05:00

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

I GOT A JOB!!

2006-11-16T16:01:00.000-05:00

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!!!

2006-11-08T21:45:00.000-05:00

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

2006-11-01T12:38:00.000-05:00

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...

2006-10-14T12:11:00.000-04:00

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)

2006-09-27T12:39:00.000-04:00

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

2006-09-25T11:01:00.000-04:00

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

2006-09-14T17:40:00.000-04:00

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...

2006-08-31T15:54:00.000-04:00

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

2006-08-25T14:06:00.001-04:00

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.

2006-08-17T20:20:00.000-04:00

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

2006-08-07T19:08:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-07-26T11:52:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-14T21:57:00.000-04:00

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!!

2006-07-06T23:52:00.000-04:00

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

Fine! I'll blog on syrup!

2006-06-26T19:10:00.000-04:00

(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

2006-06-20T16:07:00.000-04:00

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

2006-06-11T14:21:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-06-02T15:01:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-06-01T14:48:00.000-04:00

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!