Hello everyone! Guess what? It's september. Yes, I just stayed up until midnight and realized in the first 26 seconds of the new month that I had just lived in two different months in one minute. Cool huh? I think so.
Time has always been a confusing thing. Time gives life, and it takes it away. Things grow tall, and things wither with age. You can say what you want, but the fact is, the time you spend reading this post is time that you could have spent doing something wonderful. Sure, you say-it was only a few minutes. But in the grand scheme of things, you have spent hundreds of hours of your life staring at a computer screen. No matter what age you live in, it sounds like a silly way to waste your precious time.
Summer is gone, and the school year is here. Fall is on it's way(I was actually tempted to wear a sweatshirt today.) and yet we still waste time. Come on people, when are we going to learn?
So, dear reader, I am going to give you homework. (Now don't complain. It's for your own good.) After you read this you have to think about how you have spent your past week. After doing this, go and smile at a stranger for no apparent reason, and try to make someone else smile too! Or you could go even further and go do something nice for someone in your family. Either one will do. :)
Later!
~Cody <3 <3
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Artistically Challenged?
Artistically CHALLENGED?
I *LOVE* art. Art is the fundamental reason I was able to survive home school and later on, my first three years of college. Through all of the science, math, english, comp, literature, language, lunch, psychology, etc etc- through all of those monotonous classes there was always time for art.
I love walking into craft and hobby stores because it's here where all of the ideas for creating masterpieces start. Walking down the aisles and "oooh"ing and "Aha!"ing over all of the different colors, the different mediums, the different ideas, all rushing "Oh I could use this to make a skirt and a hat.... AND SHOES!!!" or "I need this for my painting!" or "I need a bigger canvas." or "I need a bigger *car*!"... well the list could go on forever... The one thing that doesn't require you to think can usually cause you to retreat into a pensive slum that comes from finally putting your paints down, sticking a bunch of newspaper on the expensive wooden table, carefully sizing up your blank canvas and (after debating which color to use first!) making the first stripe. Or dot, depending upon how long you hesitated with your brush hanging off your hand like a idiot, immobilized by the unanswered question: What am I gonna paint?
I *LOVE* art. Art is the fundamental reason I was able to survive home school and later on, my first three years of college. Through all of the science, math, english, comp, literature, language, lunch, psychology, etc etc- through all of those monotonous classes there was always time for art.
I love walking into craft and hobby stores because it's here where all of the ideas for creating masterpieces start. Walking down the aisles and "oooh"ing and "Aha!"ing over all of the different colors, the different mediums, the different ideas, all rushing "Oh I could use this to make a skirt and a hat.... AND SHOES!!!" or "I need this for my painting!" or "I need a bigger canvas." or "I need a bigger *car*!"... well the list could go on forever... The one thing that doesn't require you to think can usually cause you to retreat into a pensive slum that comes from finally putting your paints down, sticking a bunch of newspaper on the expensive wooden table, carefully sizing up your blank canvas and (after debating which color to use first!) making the first stripe. Or dot, depending upon how long you hesitated with your brush hanging off your hand like a idiot, immobilized by the unanswered question: What am I gonna paint?
For all of your inspirational needs,
~Victoria!
Writing
Heeelllloooo!
I have absolutely no idea how many people actually read this. The people who do are probably related to me, bored, or my awesome besties Enalahc and Deraj. Or my sister. :P
This entry is dedicated to Enalahc, my fellow writer and sugar-freak. :)
I think that pretty much everyone I have ever met knows that I love to write. I mean, it's the first thing I tell them after my name. If anyone ever asked me what I do with my spare time, I would answer without hesitation-I write.
Now, writing is something that we all learn in kindergarten. They hand you a pencil, and tell you what words to write. Not that you could ever really read the handwriting(come on, you're only five).
Then in second grade they take away the traceable letters and give you that wonderfully empty sheet of blue and red lined paper. You are free to write whatever you like, anything at all. And all you can think to write is your name or perhaps the name of the book your teacher is reading to the class during free time. But somewhere in your growing mind you know that one day you will write something big.
By the time you're in middle school you have all sorts of things to write. The new science teacher is really funny. Your best friend and you are together for most of the day. The food at lunch tasted awful, but that was okay because your mom packed you a ham sandwich. You test your hand at writing something that is at the tips of your fingers, but it doesn't sound on paper how it sounded in your head.
But you don't give up.
In high school you know exactly what you want to write. The teachers tell you what to write about, and you put all of those built-up words down on paper. As your #2 pencil makes it's last mark, you know that you want to write every day of your life. You staple the written pages together and hand a tiny piece of yourself to your teacher to be judged. But you know that no matter what the teacher says, you wrote exactly what you wanted to. After spending ten years of your life learning how to draw letters, write in cursive, and spell long words, you have put all of that knowledge together on a few sheets of 10 ½” by 8” college-ruled paper.
To me, being a writer means so much more than just writing stories. It's a pattern of thought and action. It's the freedom to create entire worlds with my mind, and learn more about myself. It's seeing the potential in every moment of every day-the potential for something incredible.
Thank you Enalahc and Deraj, and also my entire family, for being there to listen to me rant all day about my writing. It means a lot. :)
Later!
Cody
Let's take a moment to ponder life.
Good day dear reader! I hope you have had a wonderful day so far!
I would like to write to you about life.
Think about your life for a moment.
............................
What was the first thing about your life that stood out to you? Perhaps your job? Or your friends? Or your family?
Anyway, why did that particular aspect of your life come to mind? Because it is on your mind, of course, and important to you.
Often we take the things most important to us for granted. It a natural reaction. It's here, and here it will always stay.
Wrong.
Friends and family members can be taken from us in an instant. People move away. They disappear. They die. It's part of life, and at one point you will experience that kind of separation.
It's a morbid thought, I know.
But this is why we have to appreciate people while they are with us. Don't let even a moment escape you. Make sure that the people you love know how much you love them. Sometimes when my brothers are being loud and obnoxious, and I just want to tear my hair out, I remember that they will only be children for a few years more before they have to deal with the teenage years. And parents can be frustrating and hard to understand, but they have knowledge beyond my years and I know that I still have LOTS to learn.
I love my family, and I know that they love me. They are THE most important thing in my my life.
Later!
Cody
My next post will be funny again, I promise! :P
I would like to write to you about life.
Think about your life for a moment.
............................
What was the first thing about your life that stood out to you? Perhaps your job? Or your friends? Or your family?
Anyway, why did that particular aspect of your life come to mind? Because it is on your mind, of course, and important to you.
Often we take the things most important to us for granted. It a natural reaction. It's here, and here it will always stay.
Wrong.
Friends and family members can be taken from us in an instant. People move away. They disappear. They die. It's part of life, and at one point you will experience that kind of separation.
It's a morbid thought, I know.
But this is why we have to appreciate people while they are with us. Don't let even a moment escape you. Make sure that the people you love know how much you love them. Sometimes when my brothers are being loud and obnoxious, and I just want to tear my hair out, I remember that they will only be children for a few years more before they have to deal with the teenage years. And parents can be frustrating and hard to understand, but they have knowledge beyond my years and I know that I still have LOTS to learn.
I love my family, and I know that they love me. They are THE most important thing in my my life.
Later!
Cody
My next post will be funny again, I promise! :P
Thursday, August 19, 2010
When you're sick.....
Hello all! Yup, this is Cody again.
Last week my brother was sick with Strep throat. He had a fever, trouble eating because it hurt to swallow, and slept a lot because he felt TERRIBLE!
Now me and Vicki are sick with it. Somehow we found a way, probably through that psychotic mental link of ours, to share the symptoms between us. So she has the fatigue and headache, and I have a sore throat. Somehow whenever sickness goes through our house, I always handle it best.
Still though, I feel like I have gargled sand, and my voice is scratchy. Other than those minor annoyances, I am as healthy as ever! (I am prepared to eat my own words, just in case it gets worse in the next few days.)
Yesterday was a lazy day for me. I wore my pajamas all day simply because I wasn't going anywhere anyway. Also, there is our county fair going on less than a block away, so there are people's cars surrounding our house, because we have the best parking spots in town right out our front door. In my utter boredom, I decided to play up my 'sickness', which meant using my creative skills to make it look like I hadn't slept in weeks and was carrying a potentially fatal illness, as I wasn't planning on leaving the house.
My mom asked me to go outside and fetch our cat, who was getting a bit too close to the people walking by, and more importantly, the people's cars. (Our cat likes to climb into cars when the owners aren't looking, and we would prefer that we didn't send fair goers away with extra baggage.)
As I stepped out the front door, I passed two women who gave me a VERY wide berth. They looked at me as if I was a walking corpse, a mixture of horror and disdain, so maybe my attempt at imitating the flu appeared more akin to the Bubonic plague. hehehe. I am so proud. ^_^
Later! <3 <3 <3
Last week my brother was sick with Strep throat. He had a fever, trouble eating because it hurt to swallow, and slept a lot because he felt TERRIBLE!
Now me and Vicki are sick with it. Somehow we found a way, probably through that psychotic mental link of ours, to share the symptoms between us. So she has the fatigue and headache, and I have a sore throat. Somehow whenever sickness goes through our house, I always handle it best.
Still though, I feel like I have gargled sand, and my voice is scratchy. Other than those minor annoyances, I am as healthy as ever! (I am prepared to eat my own words, just in case it gets worse in the next few days.)
Yesterday was a lazy day for me. I wore my pajamas all day simply because I wasn't going anywhere anyway. Also, there is our county fair going on less than a block away, so there are people's cars surrounding our house, because we have the best parking spots in town right out our front door. In my utter boredom, I decided to play up my 'sickness', which meant using my creative skills to make it look like I hadn't slept in weeks and was carrying a potentially fatal illness, as I wasn't planning on leaving the house.
My mom asked me to go outside and fetch our cat, who was getting a bit too close to the people walking by, and more importantly, the people's cars. (Our cat likes to climb into cars when the owners aren't looking, and we would prefer that we didn't send fair goers away with extra baggage.)
As I stepped out the front door, I passed two women who gave me a VERY wide berth. They looked at me as if I was a walking corpse, a mixture of horror and disdain, so maybe my attempt at imitating the flu appeared more akin to the Bubonic plague. hehehe. I am so proud. ^_^
Later! <3 <3 <3
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
A segment on night driving
Driving at night is one thing that will always fascinate me. Everything is in shadows, so mysterious and a bit thrilling.
Let me start out with a story that will explain the rest of my tale.
A couple of weeks ago Vicki and me were sitting in the backseat of my family's blue minivan as it sped down the highway. It was a rainy day, and we were bored, so we decided to have raindrop races. We've all done that, right? It's a classic. Anyway, we choose our 'jocky' raindrops and watched as they made there way across the window. My raindrop came into the lead, and in that second, the most surprising, horrific thing happened.
It exploded, right on the window, into a thousand tiny droplets. Of course I was traumatized. Why wouldn't be? And of course Vicki laughed at me for the face I made.
Now, on with my tale.
Tonight on the way back from a youth activity and a trip to Walmart, I was sitting in the passenger seat of the said minivan. My mom was driving, and my little brother was in the back seat.
Going past some cornfields(this being minnesota, corn is just part of the landscape) my mom noticed a dense mist hovering above the stalks. She became irritated and said, "See Cody? Those are pesticides right there. They must have just sprayed."
I was actually quite amused at her presumption, seeing as it was 9:30 at night and they usually don't fly biplanes in this whether and lighting. I responded with perfect politeness, as I never have been someone to judge another's irrational train of thought (sorry mom), "No, I think it's fog."
Maybe that was jumping to conclusions. I don't know.
My mom suddenly changed her opinion to match mine. "It's called graveyard fog when it comes in that fast. You never see it coming."
"Wow," I said, "that is a depressing sentiment." Don't get it? Think about it for a minute. You'll catch on.
I ate my own words when we suddenly drove through a small fog bank, the mist so thick that you could butter toast with it. My goofy grin did nothing to mask my utter astonishment. Whoa, it was foggy outside....
Soon I grew bored though and started to stare mindlessly at the bugs that were lit by the headlights as the flew past the window. There were so many bugs in fact that I could not look at all of them, so I just stared straight ahead with that dead look in my eyes. You know, the totally mindless look that says 'breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out'.
Then suddenly a peculiar bug specimen brought me out of my reverie. It seemed to be dancing in the air, a perfect example of a bug, because lets face it; it was a bug.
Right as I was just thinking this, the car shot forward and....
SPLAT!!!
The bug made a sickening thud sound as it hit the windshield, it's body splattered over nearly a square inch of glass. (We were going sixty at the time, so it was no big surprise.)
I sat there in total shock, my mind frozen between a hysterical laugh and horror. Even after several moments, I was undecided in how to react, so didn't at all. On the inside though, I was laughing. Only because of my complete shock though. Another part of my was crying for that happy little bug who likes to dance in headlight beams, and never will again.
While thinking these greatly depressing thoughts, we passed the sign that said the name and population of our town. Such a familiar thing, as we see it every day. But something about it was different.
Windom
Pop. 4490
Soon realization hit me: the last time I had really looked at that sign, it had said 4494.
Ouch.
So yeah, today has been a day of depressing thoughts mixed with comic relief, mixed with that splatter of bug guts on the windshield that will take forever to scrape off.
Later!
-Cody
Let me start out with a story that will explain the rest of my tale.
A couple of weeks ago Vicki and me were sitting in the backseat of my family's blue minivan as it sped down the highway. It was a rainy day, and we were bored, so we decided to have raindrop races. We've all done that, right? It's a classic. Anyway, we choose our 'jocky' raindrops and watched as they made there way across the window. My raindrop came into the lead, and in that second, the most surprising, horrific thing happened.
It exploded, right on the window, into a thousand tiny droplets. Of course I was traumatized. Why wouldn't be? And of course Vicki laughed at me for the face I made.
Now, on with my tale.
Tonight on the way back from a youth activity and a trip to Walmart, I was sitting in the passenger seat of the said minivan. My mom was driving, and my little brother was in the back seat.
Going past some cornfields(this being minnesota, corn is just part of the landscape) my mom noticed a dense mist hovering above the stalks. She became irritated and said, "See Cody? Those are pesticides right there. They must have just sprayed."
I was actually quite amused at her presumption, seeing as it was 9:30 at night and they usually don't fly biplanes in this whether and lighting. I responded with perfect politeness, as I never have been someone to judge another's irrational train of thought (sorry mom), "No, I think it's fog."
Maybe that was jumping to conclusions. I don't know.
My mom suddenly changed her opinion to match mine. "It's called graveyard fog when it comes in that fast. You never see it coming."
"Wow," I said, "that is a depressing sentiment." Don't get it? Think about it for a minute. You'll catch on.
I ate my own words when we suddenly drove through a small fog bank, the mist so thick that you could butter toast with it. My goofy grin did nothing to mask my utter astonishment. Whoa, it was foggy outside....
Soon I grew bored though and started to stare mindlessly at the bugs that were lit by the headlights as the flew past the window. There were so many bugs in fact that I could not look at all of them, so I just stared straight ahead with that dead look in my eyes. You know, the totally mindless look that says 'breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out'.
Then suddenly a peculiar bug specimen brought me out of my reverie. It seemed to be dancing in the air, a perfect example of a bug, because lets face it; it was a bug.
Right as I was just thinking this, the car shot forward and....
SPLAT!!!
The bug made a sickening thud sound as it hit the windshield, it's body splattered over nearly a square inch of glass. (We were going sixty at the time, so it was no big surprise.)
I sat there in total shock, my mind frozen between a hysterical laugh and horror. Even after several moments, I was undecided in how to react, so didn't at all. On the inside though, I was laughing. Only because of my complete shock though. Another part of my was crying for that happy little bug who likes to dance in headlight beams, and never will again.
While thinking these greatly depressing thoughts, we passed the sign that said the name and population of our town. Such a familiar thing, as we see it every day. But something about it was different.
Windom
Pop. 4490
Soon realization hit me: the last time I had really looked at that sign, it had said 4494.
Ouch.
So yeah, today has been a day of depressing thoughts mixed with comic relief, mixed with that splatter of bug guts on the windshield that will take forever to scrape off.
Later!
-Cody
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Is the sky blue there?
One of the most pivotal discoveries of our natural lives is the reality of death. Not only is it hard to imagine that there is a place beyond this mortal world, but it is nearly impossible to expect someone to come to terms with losing a loved one. Sometimes we become so caught up in our own lives that when someone is suffering, we may not even notice. I work for a newspaper company and have a Monday morning route that takes me to a nursing home complex. On one particularly groggy Monday morning I was going about my route as usual. I had just come to the complex and I noticed a young woman sitting on the bench outside the main door. I didn't think twice about her, and continued to steer the van to the other side of the building. Pulling out a few minutes later, I saw that she was still there and realized that the poor girl was grieving. Not just crying, but the tender weeping of a soul in pain. As this realization hit I knew what I should have done and what was too late to do since I was out on the road. I prayed for her to be comforted, but I have a firm belief that Heavenly Father answers prayers like that through the loving people around us. I know I missed a moment to be someone's angel, to comfort and protect. For those reading, I would ask that you look around and notice if there is someone in need of comfort, a kind word or just a smile. Don't be afraid to do what is right, because it's in those moments of doubt and insecurity that precious moments of becoming like Christ in word and deed are missed. In comforting others we are able to share the hope that there are better tomorrows to come. So, is the sky still blue there? Yes, and I believe it is the most lovely color imaginable. :) ~Victoria
“Those who journey to higher ground love the Lord with all their hearts. … They also love Heavenly Father’s children, and their lives manifest that love. They care for their brothers and sisters. They nurture, serve, and sustain their spouses and children. In the spirit of love and kindness, they build up those around them. They give freely of their substance to others. They mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.”
Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, “Journey to Higher Ground,” Ensign, Nov. 2005, 19.
http://tinyurl.com/lds-org-ensign
“Those who journey to higher ground love the Lord with all their hearts. … They also love Heavenly Father’s children, and their lives manifest that love. They care for their brothers and sisters. They nurture, serve, and sustain their spouses and children. In the spirit of love and kindness, they build up those around them. They give freely of their substance to others. They mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.”
Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, “Journey to Higher Ground,” Ensign, Nov. 2005, 19.
http://tinyurl.com/lds-org-ensign
Monday, August 9, 2010
The reason I love green
Hey! Cody here!
Okay, so I am a huge fan of the color green. Like, it's biggest fan. Come on, there just isn't a color as awesome, right? You have salad, watermelon, spring grass, algae....the list goes on and on. Why I am I talking about this right now, you would ask? Because Saturday all I ate was candy.
Confused yet?
Confused yet?
I shall explain.
Me and Victoria(I call her Vicki, and have since I was two or three.)spent all day saturday with some of our friends(Lets call them Nutmeg and Analyse, to protect their identities.) in Sioux falls, going to the mall, listening to music, and basically being total weirdos.
First we went to the River hills mall, where we walked around laughing, bought cheap jewelry, and spent a small fortune in a candy store raid. I swear, we should have a frequent shopper discount for that shop. We left with seven pounds of assorted jelly beans, gummy butterflies, and enormous gummy snakes. Just so we're clear, eating a gummy snake that is the same feel of a real snake makes you feel very Australian, or 'Man vs Wild'-ish if you bite the head off first. But you have to have a strong stomach, like moi. hehehe :P
After we left the mall, we went to Analyse's apartment to devour our hoard. Seeing as she had even more candy at her apartment, it would definitely be called a hoard. There, we ate pasta and drank cream soda, and watched the first Celtic Thunder concert on dvd. Let me tell you, all of that sugar PLUS those irish accents......I'm surprised no one got hurt. Nutmeg, well, she's Irish, and a hilarious redhead. ^_^
Me and Victoria(I call her Vicki, and have since I was two or three.)spent all day saturday with some of our friends(Lets call them Nutmeg and Analyse, to protect their identities.) in Sioux falls, going to the mall, listening to music, and basically being total weirdos.
First we went to the River hills mall, where we walked around laughing, bought cheap jewelry, and spent a small fortune in a candy store raid. I swear, we should have a frequent shopper discount for that shop. We left with seven pounds of assorted jelly beans, gummy butterflies, and enormous gummy snakes. Just so we're clear, eating a gummy snake that is the same feel of a real snake makes you feel very Australian, or 'Man vs Wild'-ish if you bite the head off first. But you have to have a strong stomach, like moi. hehehe :P
After we left the mall, we went to Analyse's apartment to devour our hoard. Seeing as she had even more candy at her apartment, it would definitely be called a hoard. There, we ate pasta and drank cream soda, and watched the first Celtic Thunder concert on dvd. Let me tell you, all of that sugar PLUS those irish accents......I'm surprised no one got hurt. Nutmeg, well, she's Irish, and a hilarious redhead. ^_^
The moment I got home-at midnight, because the drive was an hour and a half-I ate two bowls of delicious salad, and I brushed my teeth. Also, there is a reason parents tell us not to eat a lot of sugar before bed: it gives you nightmares, truly. Just a word from the wizened...lol
All in all, it was a crazy, amazing day, and no one died. I love my awesome friends! :D
Friday, August 6, 2010
New Beginnings
Okay, most of you will know that we are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints once you read the title... but just to make sure everyone is on the same page... ^_^
My name is Victoria, and I am a Mormon girl :)
(And yes, I only have one mom, thank you very much!)
When you hear the word "Mormon" in a casual conversation, what do you think? I think "WHOA, THERE'S ANOTHER MEMBER HERE?!" Usually if you listen into a testimony meeting for youth conferences or Especially For Youth, you hear kids say that they are the only members of the Church in their school or their family. My family has the unique opportunity to say that we are members in a place where the nearest church meeting is in a completely different city more than half and hour away. Some people call it psychotic, I call it rural Minnesota! I love creativity, learning, and living life to the fullest (and usually craziest!). My sister... well.. she can introduce herself!
And my name is Cody.
I am a Mormon girl as well. Yes, I do get a lot of funny looks and comments because of my name, but I have learned to live with them. It makes me unique. :) I love books. I finish at LEAST one book a week, sometimes more(it depends on the book. For instance, I finished Goose Girl by Shannon Hale in just over 24 hours.) I am such a big reader, that four years ago I decided I wanted to be a writer, and have been writing every day ever since(well, almost every day. :P). Other than my love of the written word, I also enjoy art, and lots of it. Anything that involves glue, paint, or a carving knife, and I'm all over it. Or all over me, in some cases. Today I decided to build a really pimped doll house, and so I will be working on that for the next few days.(It already looks AWESOME by the way... However, the house is a bit of a mess from my cardboard/paint frenzy. But hey, art should never be clean, right?)
We hope you enjoy and we totally expect and welcome you to learn more about us and our beyond average lives!
My name is Victoria, and I am a Mormon girl :)
(And yes, I only have one mom, thank you very much!)
When you hear the word "Mormon" in a casual conversation, what do you think? I think "WHOA, THERE'S ANOTHER MEMBER HERE?!" Usually if you listen into a testimony meeting for youth conferences or Especially For Youth, you hear kids say that they are the only members of the Church in their school or their family. My family has the unique opportunity to say that we are members in a place where the nearest church meeting is in a completely different city more than half and hour away. Some people call it psychotic, I call it rural Minnesota! I love creativity, learning, and living life to the fullest (and usually craziest!). My sister... well.. she can introduce herself!
And my name is Cody.
I am a Mormon girl as well. Yes, I do get a lot of funny looks and comments because of my name, but I have learned to live with them. It makes me unique. :) I love books. I finish at LEAST one book a week, sometimes more(it depends on the book. For instance, I finished Goose Girl by Shannon Hale in just over 24 hours.) I am such a big reader, that four years ago I decided I wanted to be a writer, and have been writing every day ever since(well, almost every day. :P). Other than my love of the written word, I also enjoy art, and lots of it. Anything that involves glue, paint, or a carving knife, and I'm all over it. Or all over me, in some cases. Today I decided to build a really pimped doll house, and so I will be working on that for the next few days.(It already looks AWESOME by the way... However, the house is a bit of a mess from my cardboard/paint frenzy. But hey, art should never be clean, right?)
We hope you enjoy and we totally expect and welcome you to learn more about us and our beyond average lives!
"As you stand as a witness, obey the commandments, and press forward with “a steadfastness in Christ,” you will never be alone."
Elaine S. Dalton, “At All Times, in All Things, and in All Places,” Liahona, May 2008, 116–18
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