The Wonders Of The Blog-O-Sphere

Hello every one who reads my blog. I've gotten a lot of compliments on my blog so I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

When I write my blog I have a certain person in mind who I'm writing it to.

Today it is all of my sisters. I've decided I love how blogging can keep you in touch with people who are far away. I love how when I read your blogs I feel like your in the room and I feel so glad you are my sisters. Reading your blogs,even the blogs about things I was there for just makes me love you more, miss you less, and want you to be here so I can give you a hug.

I love you all.

PS I would be writing this to my brother also to but he "doesn't do the blog-o-sphere," but I love you any way Eldon.

Mini-Tressa

So this morning I went to seminary like every morning and as I am most mornings I was late. However the fact that I was late is not important to the rest of my story. So I got to seminary and I find out that we were playing a review game of things we learned this year. Now you needed to know that I think that seminary games are fun but I don't normally get very excited about them for the simple fact that I'm no good at them.

Now Tressa she use to get really excited when playing them she'd get pumped and answer the question really fast. In fact earlier in the year Steven said some thing about him having a chance to win now that Tressa was gone.

So I get put on a team with Cortney and Sara, and Cortney asked If we could be called the Kortneys. She said it would make her day! Sara didn't care and I think Cortney is funny when she's happy so the Kortneys we became. So I just got on a tangent but I thought It was funny so I put it in.

So there were 3 types of questions. one type were you look up the Scripture mastery, another were you answer trivia about the scriptures, and one were you had to answer trivia about the kids in the class.

I rocked on ice when it came to the trivia and I ended up getting really excited and I would raise my hand and answer really fast. I was so in to it that Ashley called me "Mini-Tressa". Because of my enthusiasm my team got second place.

p.s. Do you remember my unlucky button I found a while back. I kept it in my poket for like a week, and when I told sister McKay about that she thought it was really funny. So the question about me was "Who has an unlucky button in there pocket."

My Name

OK. So I got this ECR back a couple of weeks ago, and Mom suggested I post it on my blog because I got a perfect score.

Rachel Janice Allred. I've always liked my name. I feel a surge of pride when I see or hear it. I can feel its importance as it marches off my tough. In my ears my name is a winter morning. Brisk and invigorating. I can almost see old man winter standing over me, watching my every move. I was born in winter and I thrive in winter. My name is like the Christmas ornament hanging on the bottom of the tree, or the stars that always shine brighter in December. However, if you look beyond that you see my name is more. My name has a history and a distinctive origin, it means something to my family, and it is also the root of every thing that defines me.

The origin of my name is as good as any to start. My first name, Rachel, has always been one of my mother’s favorite two names. Rachel and Elizabeth. She had already named my oldest sister Elizabeth, so Rachel it was. The name Allred has a lot of history. James Allred and his four sons went west with the pioneers. They each started a settlement and apparently every one west of Denver knows at least one Allred. My middle name has a truly special meaning to my dad. My names origin is important because it defines me and connects me to my family’s history.

The importance too my family is another reason my name is so wonderful. I’ve already stated that my middle name has a special meaning to my father. He picked the name Janice because of my great-grand father Janus. When my dad talks about his grandpa you can just hear the admiration dripping in his voice. “He could fix any-thing” my dad would state proudly, “he was just a good man”. I often wonder how my great-grandpa would have felt about me carrying his name. The importance of my name to my father makes me important.

I have pride in my name. I’ve never felt much of a need to change it. Therefore I don’t have many nick-names, and the two nick names I have both stem from my name. Rachel. They are Ray-Bay and Reading Rachel. Reading Rachel is a pretty self explanatory name. I love to read. I would read every spar minute I had. I would even read while I walked. Ray-Bay is a little more challenging to explain. It come from the fact that my mom called me her “little ray of sun shine”. That and the fact that I was the baby of the family got shortened to Ray-Bay. You could say that because neither Ray-Bay nor Reading Rachel is that far from Rachel, my given name, that my name is the root of my identity.

My name is very significant. It signifies who I am. It links me to my ancestors and to history. It has a valuable meaning to my family and people who love me. most importantly it and names rooting from it are key to my identity as a person. Without my name I would not be who I am today.

A Long Lonely Walk Into The Sunset.

So, it wasn't exactly sunset (I still had two hours to go), but the sun was low in the sky, and I was walking toward it. Plus it was cold.

I guess I should start at the being of my day to explain why the exercise.

So today one of the kids from seminary drove me to school, and he parked pretty far away. As I was walking to the school building I saw a cute button on the ground and I think it is an unlucky button because I stooped down to pick it up and two shakes of a lambs tail latter the strap on my book bag broke. Now even though I wasn't excepting it to break, the fact that it broke didn't come as a terrible surprise. You see my bag had been falling to pieces for quite a while now. I think I could have sewn one out of tissue paper and it would have been more durable then that bag.

The broken bag was very inconvenient because not only was I forced to carry my books in my arms, but I had to use my locker for the third time this year.

So I was going along my day and I find out that I still have to make up a Spanish test after school. No biggie. I didn't have to pick Anita up from school today so I could just call mom to pick me up. After school I headed over to Sra. Huwe's room and took the test. I got 96%. Yeah. I didn't have a phone so I headed down to the office to call mom.

She wasn't there.

So I called again.

She still didn't answer.

I called two more times and still no answer. I realised that I was in a predicament. I had only two unenjoyable ways home. I could ether wait there calling at regular intervals until mom got home. or I could walk home. Normally I'd just walk but you have to remember that the strap on my book bag had broken. I don't think a person realizes how heavy their burden is until you have to carry it entirely in your arms.

After great deliberation, and equally great boredom, I deiced to walk.

So there I was on a long walk into the sunset, and I realized that that button must really be an unlucky button.

Really the walk wasn't that bad, just cold.

Crunch Time!!

So after a week I've finally had time to sit down to blog. I've wanted to sit down before now and I've even had a few ideas but I just haven't had the time. Well let's just say it's crunch time! You see it's two weeks before the end of the quarter, it's the week after winter break, and I missed the day before break when they give us our homework for the break. In short I had 80 short answers, a book-project to do on a book I hadn't even read, And a draft for a math project. So I I rolled up my sleeves and and got to work. I still have work to do, a Spanish project and studying for midterms, but I'm ahead of seclude so I thought I'd take a breather. I have decided that I like feeling productive and it would be a good thing to push my self in school, but I also like having time to do what I want.

Hope you enjoy

So I just setup my blog!
I'm excited and every thing but I can just see my self not keeping it up or even forgetting what it's called, but I try my darnedest to make this interesting.
To tell the truth I started my blog because I was reading blogs by my family and friends and realised that besides my mom everyone in my family but me has a blog. So I decided to start one. I actually don't have much to write about so I won't write much. I do hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy yours.
Bye ; )