I DID IT! I finished Man in Uniform!!! *Runs around screaming* 41,143 words...I've already memorized the number.... :D I'm so proud....
*does snoopy dance in middle of parents floor* I shall be back later to talk more of my great accomplishment!!!! JK...Haven't been in blogger world so long...must visit other people's blogs...........
Guitar Chords From Heck
You may all think I'm exaggerating a little...but I'm not....seriously. I ask my sister, Never again, to teach me what she learned from her guitar class. So, with all her excitement at the fact that she gets to teach me something that I'll hopefully remember, she sits me down in the floor of her room, hands me a guitar the size of Connecticut and grabs my fingers.
"Okay," she says, running her tongue across her teeth, something she only does when planning evil. "Let's see the E major."
I spread my midget digits as far as they can go and she looks at them skeptically. "You have fat fingers."
I glance down at my poor attempt of spreading my fingers across the guitar chords. "I know, but I can't help it. And they're not that fat."
She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. "Start with the E major."
The guitar was roughly the span of the state of Florida and my arms are roughly the length of a thumbtack. You can't even begin to imagine the stretch. I position my fingers and begin my strumming. It sounds like a cat is being run over, slowly.
Never again just looks at me. Then takes the guitar from my hands. "When you switch chords slide your fingers, don't pick them up." She proceeds to slide her fingers back and forth, then splits one. She yelps and sticks her index finger in her mouth. "Okay, you're supposed to slide it, I just didn't do it right. You try."
I gulp as I take back the guitar. It doesn't take long for me to develop the blisters I knew were coming. It doesn't take long to drop the pick in the guitar.
Never again sighs as she takes the guitar from me, holds it upside-down and starts to shake it with all her might. Seven minutes later, the pick pops back out (after my help and coaxing).
Never again, glances down at the sheet of paper she's using to teach me with. "Okay, spread all your fingers out, put one here, here, and here."
I do as she commands, spreading the tips of my fingers until I can literally hear them screaming at me in agony.
"Now," she grins at my pain and hands me the pick. "Play."
I take the pick from her and start up the dying cat again, knowing every finger on my left hand is slowly losing feeling.
She glances at my fingers, at the paper, then back at my fingers. "Oh, sorry. You don't have to stretch them like that."
She fixes them before I have a chance to swing the guitar at her.
"There," she says, leaning back on her legs with satisfaction. "Better."
I grumble something unintelligible and she ignores me. "Show me the E minor."
I sigh but keep playing. I do it for an hour. Now, I sit here, painfully typing this up as my sore fingers roam over the keyboard until I'm ready to scream. And I'll take another lesson from her about the guitar again tomorrow...and the day after that....and the day after that.....and the day after that....and the day after that.....and the day after that....and the day after that...........
"Okay," she says, running her tongue across her teeth, something she only does when planning evil. "Let's see the E major."
I spread my midget digits as far as they can go and she looks at them skeptically. "You have fat fingers."
I glance down at my poor attempt of spreading my fingers across the guitar chords. "I know, but I can't help it. And they're not that fat."
She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. "Start with the E major."
The guitar was roughly the span of the state of Florida and my arms are roughly the length of a thumbtack. You can't even begin to imagine the stretch. I position my fingers and begin my strumming. It sounds like a cat is being run over, slowly.
Never again just looks at me. Then takes the guitar from my hands. "When you switch chords slide your fingers, don't pick them up." She proceeds to slide her fingers back and forth, then splits one. She yelps and sticks her index finger in her mouth. "Okay, you're supposed to slide it, I just didn't do it right. You try."
I gulp as I take back the guitar. It doesn't take long for me to develop the blisters I knew were coming. It doesn't take long to drop the pick in the guitar.
Never again sighs as she takes the guitar from me, holds it upside-down and starts to shake it with all her might. Seven minutes later, the pick pops back out (after my help and coaxing).
Never again, glances down at the sheet of paper she's using to teach me with. "Okay, spread all your fingers out, put one here, here, and here."
I do as she commands, spreading the tips of my fingers until I can literally hear them screaming at me in agony.
"Now," she grins at my pain and hands me the pick. "Play."
I take the pick from her and start up the dying cat again, knowing every finger on my left hand is slowly losing feeling.
She glances at my fingers, at the paper, then back at my fingers. "Oh, sorry. You don't have to stretch them like that."
She fixes them before I have a chance to swing the guitar at her.
"There," she says, leaning back on her legs with satisfaction. "Better."
I grumble something unintelligible and she ignores me. "Show me the E minor."
I sigh but keep playing. I do it for an hour. Now, I sit here, painfully typing this up as my sore fingers roam over the keyboard until I'm ready to scream. And I'll take another lesson from her about the guitar again tomorrow...and the day after that....and the day after that.....and the day after that....and the day after that.....and the day after that....and the day after that...........
My Identity
I turned seventeen
At the end of May
But still read the Bible
So I can grow everyday
I am free because of Jesus
Who died for you and me
And even though I’ve done wrong
I asked him for this new identity
More
At the end of May
But still read the Bible
So I can grow everyday
I am free because of Jesus
Who died for you and me
And even though I’ve done wrong
I asked him for this new identity
More
Epic Fail
I won't mention the store we were in when I saw this...I just think it's a little funny..and ironic. :P
Things I've done (so far) in 2009
I have managed to cross off three of the things that are on the list on my blog, and somethings that I didn't put on the list.
I met someone famous: Debbie Macomber. She was having a book signing close to where we live. It was the coolest thing to meet her. She was really nice, too.
I also (in case no one has ever sensed it) am a huge Twilight fan. So naturally I had to watch the movie when it came out on DVD because I'm not a big fan of theaters.
In addition to those I've accomplished things I didn't put on the blog. And I'm on my way to finishing up at least two of those. Since I only have about 8,000 more words to go until Man in Uniform is finished. Which, I really want to finish that, mostly because I have so much editing to do to it.
I met someone famous: Debbie Macomber. She was having a book signing close to where we live. It was the coolest thing to meet her. She was really nice, too.
I also (in case no one has ever sensed it) am a huge Twilight fan. So naturally I had to watch the movie when it came out on DVD because I'm not a big fan of theaters.
In addition to those I've accomplished things I didn't put on the blog. And I'm on my way to finishing up at least two of those. Since I only have about 8,000 more words to go until Man in Uniform is finished. Which, I really want to finish that, mostly because I have so much editing to do to it.
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