Because we're arguing...

Because at the present moment, I hear my family in the other room arguing about how to say 'crayon' I decided it was a good excuse to post my thoughts.

You see, I have a three year old sister and my mom has ruined her chances of ever saying 'crayon' the correct way. They both say it 'crown', which is wrong in so many ways. A CRAY-ON is not by an means a crown.  They are completely different things.  You do not wear a CRAY-ON on your head, and the Queen of England not given a CRAY-ON to mark her royalty. Now, I'm very well aware that in the English language not a whole lot of our words make sense as to how they sound if you look at how they're spelled.  However, crayon is a word that makes perfectly good sense.  Two syllables that sound exactly as they should. CRAY-ON. 

It's CRAY-ON people, not crown. CRAY-ON.

(this reminds me a lot of the "Ban the Banana" post I did a while back...)

With eternal love and blessings,
Officially Inspired

Thanksgiving

I remember my Thanksgiving post from last year very clearly.  I remember mentioning my family, Jimmy, our service men and women, my Faith, my friends, things of this nature.  Although I've understood how much I have to be thankful for in the past, I feel that this year I have more to be thankful for than ever.  That might sound a little backwards taking into consideration how many close loved ones I've lost in a year's time and how many other hardships I've faced, but I guess what they say is true; That you never know what you have until it's gone.  No matter how much I may have realized it before, I have so many great things in my life, even if they're no longer physically here with me.   

First and foremost, I have to say that I am thankful for my cousin Jimmy (SGT James C Robinson) for being my loving cousin and for being stronger than I will ever be.  I never realized just how much he taught me.  I'm thankful that he was brave enough to serve in the US Army and for loving his family enough to fight for our freedom and, unfortunately, lay down his life for our country, our freedoms, his family and friends, and even myself.  I truly know no greater Hero than my cousin, and that's why I'm thankful for having him ever been in my life.  Jim, I love you so much.  I'd give anything to have you steal dumplins off my plate this year.

Secondly, I have to say that I am thankful for our service men and women who, like Jimmy, serve our country and keep us free and safe.  Although I know that I can never thank each individual one, I would like to think that somehow, some way I can let them know how much I appreciate them.  For those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, I thank you and your families for doing the unthinkable.  Although I do not know the majority of you, I feel as though all of you are family through my cousin, and through my various other cousins in the military.  To Staff Sergeant Corey Henderson, Lance Corpral Tyler McNabb, Staff Sergeant Drew Robinson, and to Brette and Matt Karas, I thank you for your service to our country.

Thirdly (and not any less importantly), I am thankful for my Faith in God.  With everything that's happened this year, especially in the past three months or so, having God in my heart and life has kept me somewhat sane, though I suspect I never fully was to begin with.  If I've learned one thing it's that having one thing certain in life is extremely important.  Although I might have questioned my Father's Plan the past couple of months and might've even questioned His existence, I know that He will be with me always, even when I might stray or whatever the case may be.  Why?  Because He loves me, unconditionally and eternally.  After seeing how much of her life my Granny devoted to praising and spreading the Word of God, I know He has to be real.  And besides, I'd rather live my life as if there is a God to find out there's not, than to live my life as if there isn't and find out there is.

Fourth, I am thankful for my Granny for, even if I didn't realize it until the day she died, she taught me to trust God and to trust his plan.  In any relationship, trust is never just given, it is earned.  With this said, she, maybe without even knowing it, showed me where I needed God and that built trust - not only between me and my Heavenly Father, but also between me and my great-grandma. Granny, keep being my angel and I hope I do you proud when I say the Blessing in your place at the table this Thanksgiving. 

Fifth, I am thankful, so incredibly thankful, for my family.  I have a huge family, but I never knew how much some of my family members really love me.  It's amazing that no matter how long I might go without talking to someone or seeing them, they can still just come up to me and hug me and say, "I love you".  Love, no matter what the circumstance, never goes away.  No length of time nor spectre of departure can extinguish the light of love.  And my family has shown me that a hundred times over.  Guys, thanks for all your support and love.  I can't tell you how much I love each and every one of you.  God has blessed me in so many ways, and for those of you who haven't found out that God loves you, you're missing out. =D

Sixth, I am so thankful for all of the "nets" I have in my life.  It continues to amaze me just how many people I have around me that will catch me when I fall.  Some of them I've only talked to for less than three months, some of them I've known for a lifetime, and some of them I've only reconnected with recently.  But without these people I have no clue where I'd be.  So thank you guys for catching me.  I hope someday I can repay you or return the favor.

Seventh, I am thankful for my friends who will stand beside me in good times and bad.  For always being there for me and for loving me no matter how different I may seem at times.  Guys, I love you so much and God couldn't have let better people come into my life.  I will not let you walk out. 

Eighth, I am thankful that I am able to write.  Sometimes I feel like I could explode and writing is a wonderful outlet.  Even if, at times, it might not make any sense or runs in circles or doesn't come out right, the fact that I'm letting things out sometimes can make me feel a lot better. Hopefully I can start writing something again soon.  Poems are the only thing I've been able to muster.

Finally, I am thankful for all of my freedoms and for being in the best country in the world.  I'm free to post and share my feelings with all of you because brave men and women fight for my right to do so.  No matter how much I'll feel I don't deserve any of it, I'm thankful for it. 

Please don't forget what you're thankful for.  And please, take a moment, just a moment, of your day and remember those who gave all for you and those who continue to protect you - even though they might not know you.

Tell me what you're thankful for in the comments or post a link to your blog where you blogged about it!

Happy Thanksgiving.

With eternal love and blessings,

Hanna 

   

My Firework

Because I epically fail as a blogger and as a person, I somehow forgot in my last post to add this video I made.  It was, indeed, uploaded to YouTube at the time of my last posting, but I forgot to post it with everything else I talked about. So, without any more delay, here is the video I made as an entry for Katy Perry's "Firework" Contest. This video, however, will not count as an entry because if you're talking about another person, that person must be able to give written consent and they must still be living (and not deceased).  Which is totally screwed up, but whatever.  Rules are rules.  I still wanted to share with everyone the video because it took me a while to make, and I'm hoping it gives people a better perspective of how I saw SGT James C Robinson.  Because to me and the rest of my family, he wasn't SGT James C Robinson, he's...Jimmy.



With eternal love and blessings,
Officially Inspired

p.s. GOD BLESS YOU 101st AIRBORNE!

Sounds Like Life to Me.

^he's excited because I'm posting again?

Unfortunately, I will not be tying in Darryl Worely's amazing song in any other way than the title. 

I deeply apologize for the lack of posting - again.  There hasn't been a whole lot going on in my life - or at least anything that people in general would be interested in and/or that I felt like writing about.  But I do have some updates and some good news, which, yes, surprises me too.

Update nombre une) I finally finished THINK OF A NUMB3R by John Verdon.  Which makes me very happy - although it is the first book since I finished SISTERS RED by Jackson Pearce back in - what? - July?  Anyway, I look forward to reviewing this book, however I'm really nervous I'll give some of the plot line away.  I guess that's okay, though, because majority of my audience (if you guys are still out there?) is my age and most 14 year olds probably should not read this book...

Update nombre deux) I finally started reading MOCKINGJAY by Suzanne Collins, the third and final book in THE HUNGER GAMES trilogy.  It picks up almost directly where CATCHING FIRE left off.  But it's kind of bitter-sweet to be reading it.  I love these books so much and to be reading the final one, knowing after this there will be no more?  It truly makes me sad.  But I must read it because I already know it will be amazing.

Update nombre trois) Just wanted to give a shout-out to my wonderful uncle who has put in a lot of hard work these past two years to try to make our country a better place.  Hopefully, with the midterm election results, this will be the case.  Uncle, I'm so proud of you and thank you for what you do for our country!

Update nombre quatre) It snowed last night.  It all melted before it hit the ground and none of it stuck.  But it snowed.  November 5th, 2010, it snowed.  Can I get out my pea coat yet?? 

Good news - for once) I started writing again, this past Tuesday.  Granted, it was a poem about Jim that a certain SSG told me wasn't done and needed to be finished.  So I finally finished it - over two months later.  I won't post it here, nor anywhere, because it is VERY personal and probably goes a little more in depth into my emotions than it should.  However, this is a good thing, that I've started writing.  Even if it's nothing major yet, it's a start.  I don't count the letters I write to Jim as writing, though, because that's not creative writing, really.  I'm hoping this is the beginning of getting myself to be me again.  Let's keep our fingers crossed. 

Hope you all have a blessed weekend.

Au revoir,
Officially Inspired