Code Orange, Growing Church, And Omg, What Did I Do?

First thing’s first: Mom and I finally saw Pastor Steven at the home church last Saturday (third time’s the charm, right?)  It was a great message.  I loved the chill vibe he was giving off.  Saturday service is awesome.

This month, my church’s second campus opened!  Second campus here, where I live that is.  We had a little get together, everyone who moved from the first campus.  We talked about the vision and how volunteering was going to look (like, where we were going to set up, how things were going to run, all that jazz).IMG_3155

Then, it was time for Code Orange Revival.  The last one was back in 2012 (which, fun fact, was where the people who started the campus got the idea to actually start one).  Code Orange Revival is ten days of different speakers/pastors.  This year, we had Joyce Meyer, Christine Cane, John Gray, Levi Lusco, and a few others I can’t remember.  It was a very heavy, exhausting ten days.  Ten days of hearing back to back preaching, with hardly any time to process what you heard the night before.  But it was good.  At least you can go on YouTube and listen to them, after you’ve had a nice, week long nap.IMG_3214

A lady that Mom volunteers with asked if we wanted to go to the live recording of the church’s new worship album (which happened one of the ten days).  So, the four of us (including the lady’s son), drove down to North Carolina.  I have to be honest, though, it wasn’t what we expected.  We waited in line, outside, for eight or so hours, and towards the end of waiting, people kept cutting in front of us (since we got there early, we were at the front of the line).  “My friend was holding my spot,” they would say.  No, they weren’t, but if that makes you feel better, be my guest.

We got pretty good seats, a few rows up from where the pastor sits.  We could see the stage perfectly.  But, the downside was the atmosphere.  Instead of it feeling like a worship setting, it felt like a concert.  Instead of feeling like people were worshiping, it felt like people were there just to say they were there.  I felt like the band was just going through the motions, playing the same songs, the same way they played every Sunday, the same way (you have a CD with twelve songs, and yet you only play the same three every other week, rotating in which order you play them).IMG_3314

I wasn’t the only one who felt like that.  Mom and the other lady felt it too.  Her son loved it though, and that made me happy.  I don’tregret going.  I went once, I don’t have to do it again.IMG_3362

With the new campus opening, I figured this would be a great chance to do something I had been wanting to do forever: I got my hair cut.  I met a girl at church who works in a salon, so I just decided to take the plunge.  I also did something else new: I got it cut short.  I mean, it’s short.  To be honest, I didn’t like it, mostly because it was a big change. But, it’s growing on me (ba dum chh- get it?  Hair?  Growing?  On my head?).

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So, that’s it for this month.  Gee, a lot went on!  At least I had something to talk about.

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Draft Day!

This past Wednesday, we had Draft Day!  And, I was able to go!

Draft Day is a day for all of the church volunteers to get together.  And this week, it was game time!

We were all separated into different color groups.  Which ever two groups had the most points got to compete in one final game.

I was on the orange team, and of course, we won!  (Orange is the church color).

It was a lot of fun.  I had a great team!

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The guy in the pink bandana is our campus pastor, Dustin
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Winning group photo!

It’s Finally Spring!

Happy Spring everyone!  Finally.  I thought it’d never get here.  It’s still cold, but the sun is shining, and the flowers are blooming.

Mom got a job as a cashier, where I work.  Sadly, they’re only giving her two days a week.  We can’t understand why, but there’s no reason to ask because Mom is still looking for another job.  This was just to get her out of the house, and have some extra money coming in.  The other two new cashiers are getting four days, as well as the other two new deli workers (I’m getting three, while another coworker is getting five).  I’m not complaining, not like everyone else there.  I just try to keep my mouth shut, and do my job.  No one appreciates it, they only find what I do wrong, instead of thanking me for what I do right.  But, hey, why thank me when it’s my job, right?  Right…

A guy came to our door the other day and said, “Hi, I’m here to shut off your electricity.”  So, that happened.  Mom used a credit card to pay the bill, since we’re running out of money.  Oh, yeah, and I got a twenty-five cent raise.  Whoop whoop.

I’m not too concerned though.  I’d love to only have three days a week, so I can concentrate of my “editing job” that I’ve been talking about all winter.  Yeah, I guess I’m still thinking about that.  But with summer around the corner, I bet I’ll have more than that pretty soon.  But then again, they did just get two new people in the deli.  Maybe it would be best if I started up this editing business.

In other news, I got a book.  Essays and Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson.  As much as I hated high school, I do have to thank my Junior/Senior English teacher for introducing me to Emerson.  I had to read Nature and Self-Reliance for his class.  I had been wanting a book of his stuff, and I finally remembered long enough to look for one in a bookstore.  Found one!  I read the introduction, and thought this was the best book ever (the intro wasn’t even written by Emerson).

I only just started Chapter Three of Blue, Uncertainty.  I had a great idea for the title of my Orange book by looking at a sunset.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have a camera to take an inspirational picture.  Oh poop.  Yes, I do plan on writing the rainbow…if I can get past the first book…

Ah, such is life.  I shall continue this one sided dialogue next time.  Until then, have a wonderful week, and I shall talk to you next time.

Good night!  Good morning!  Good everything!

I Don’t Feel Any Different

 

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This is my third Bob Ross painting (12/13/13)

Yesterday was my birthday (yay).  I never feel like it’s my birthday because I never do anything different from other days.  Mom took me to see Frozen (which was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while).  Rachel’s mom from Glee was the voice of the “ice” sister, and she did an amazing job on Let It Go.  Anyway, after that I got some fabric from Jo Ann’s to make a blanket.  It’s orange.  I don’t like orange, but I like this orange.  Then I ate.  That was my birthday.  Nothing different.

And today I painted this picture.  I started off not following the “rules” so I pretty much did whatever the heck I wanted.  I wasn’t supposed to have a blue bush, but I have one.  I wasn’t supposed to have fog, but I have fog.  The house/barn was supposed to be on the left side, so I put it on the right.  I was supposed to have grass and lavender bushes around the path, I put blue grass instead.  Everyone else’s was so cluttered and green and full of stuff.  I said screw it and went into my own little world.

In other news, I got my first pair of leggings…

I’ve got big things planned for the new year.  Big things!  Ok, no, not big things, I don’t want to lie.  I don’t really have that much planned for the new year.  I’d like to say I do, but I don’t.

Alright, well, back to whatever I was doing.  Talk to you next week.

New Artwork

A painting I painted on Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013
A painting I painted on Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013

The ladies at my grandma’s church have been pushing Mom and I to take an art class they host once a month.  Since Grandma was sick, we couldn’t get out of the house to attend it.  But, I was finally able to go this Wednesday.  It was Bob Ross painting class, taught be a certified Bob Ross painting instructor.  There were about 15 of us, give or take.  They were so excited to see me.  I grew up around most of them, and the ones I did, visited Grandma.  For twenty years I have been coming down here, so for twenty years I’ve gone to that church.  I really like some of them.

So, let me tell you about my experience.  I was actually really nervous because I’ve never actually painted before.  You know, other than when I was 2 when I painted a few lines and my mother gushed over how amazing it was.  Actually, I never painted, I drew and colored.  But anyway!

The first part we painted was the orange.  Darker on top and lighter as you go down.  At first it looked strange, just sitting in the middle of the canvas.  Next was the sky and ground.  Now I was worried.  What if it wasn’t dark enough?  What if it wasn’t light enough?  Judy, the instructor, had the painting there that we were copying off of, but I never looked at it.  In fact, I didn’t even see it at first, so I had no idea what I was even painting.  The lady next to me practically painted everything around the orange the shade of blue in the upper right hand corner.  It was dark.

And then we had to do the white around the clouds.  That went well.  Next were the bushes.  At first I didn’t think I put in enough (I added the bottom right hand corner very last.  It looked very weird with it being empty).  Then the snow.  The snow I had a hard time with.  It kept becoming blue snow.  I forgot to wipe off my brush, so the white paint on my paper became blue and it was just a mess.  But, I finally got it.

That church almost took us two hours to paint.  First, we had to stencil it on there.  Then we had to blend, then paint.  No one liked their steeple.  “It’s disappearing,” one said, while another yelled, “It’s shrinking.”  Judy had to go around to almost everyone to help them find their steeple and shape it.  I left mine.  It’s a lot shorter and fatter than it’s supposed to be (I just say that the snow is piling around it.  Hey, it’s my painting!).  The thing next to the church is a car.  Next were the trees.  I wanted to put in one more, but I didn’t know where to put it.  That third tree just wouldn’t fit anywhere.  Trees are fun to make.  It’s not hard, and there are no mistakes.

And then I added the glitter.  It was a really nice last-minute touch.  Snow does glitter, does it not?

It’s oil based paint, so there really was no way of messing up.  Just add a little white, or smudge it with your finger.  No big deal!  Everything you think is a mistake can totally be fixed.  The dark spot underneath my church was big, and very dark.  It ruined my whole vibe!  I just added some bushes, added a little white to make it lighter, and added just a hint of orange.  And then, the tire tracks (which can only barely be seen because more snow has fallen and it has covered them up some).

I must say, I love it!  I love my happy little trees and happy little bushes.  I’m surprised that I’m so happy with it, because I’m critical of myself.  Anything I draw, or take a picture of, I find fault.  But this painting is awesome!  I look at it all the time and am in awe of how awesome I did.  It is hanging up in the living room so Mom and I can both look over at it.  And, when the sun shines in the room, the glitter shows up really well.

I had a lot of fun, and I might do it again next month.  Mom might even come!

Other than my painting, Mom and I have been cleaning out the house.  Antiques are gone, one of Grandma’s friends came over and took some to sell.  All of Grandma’s clothes are gone, since we took everything out of the closet and moved our clothes in there (it’s much bigger than ours).  We are definitely making it our house.  Oh, I even hung up some posters in my room downstairs.  I have rearranged that room about three or four times.  It’s coming together.  I have one more wall clear, I just need to organize my posters so they fit perfectly.  I love it so far.

And that’s it!  I will talk to you guys next Friday!