Young Hollywood

When young kids becomes actors their whole life becomes a huge spotlight. If they make one mistake the whole world knows about it. I think sometimes we forget their just kids. We see them act in movies and its as if we are there with them watching them grow up. Yet,we are just fans. Sometimes we are the harshest critic's out there. We see these child actors do their best at their job and they gain fame. But as they grow they start to become different. They try more things then they wouldn't have when they were kids. They become more outspoken,they struggle with the truth. That the world is watching them and waiting for a slip. Actresses like Lindsey and Miley, they were Disney channel stars and look at their lives now. They are grown and trying to figure out who they are. We are harsh and we crucify them for their mistakes. Or like Dakota fanning who has manged to stay humble. As people we want to think that these kids will remain the same. That they will be the way we want them to be. I'm not saying we should accept what their doing. But we should also look at ourselves. What mistakes have we made? Others have watched us too. We say we want these actors to be role models.Well are you a role model? We tell kids not to idolize actors. Because we want them to be well rounded. How about we stop blaming actors,and do what we can to change the standard. God is the only one who can judge anyone. How can we throw the first stone if we have been the first to sin, the first to hurt others with our words,and thoughts. Young Hollywood can be two things. Good and bad, lets not add to the bad. Lets lift these child actors up and wish them the best. May they find peace, and may we become good role models for others. Lets act as if were in the spotlight for once. What do you want others to see. Good or Bad?

They say my name is Hermione (9)

Mike and I sit at the computer. Looking at the pictures of the plane crash. My name though is not on the list of the people who were injured. Mike scrolls down the page to check once more. Suddenly he point's at a picture. I realize the picture is of me. Underneath the picture it says the name "Hermione Keller". I start to cry so hard that Mike hugs me. He tells me its okay, while I stare at the computer screen. Other then that we find out that there was technical problems that caused the plane to crash. Was that it? Seriously there was nothing else to find out? Suddenly Mike points at the screen again. He is pointing at the list of the dead. The third name on the list is a woman's name. It said, "Natasha Keller". Who was that? Mike looked at me and put his head down.

"What is it? " I asked.

"She's the reason why you stopped talking to Cindy," Mike said.

"Who is she?" I asked

"You never told us, you just said her name and said that it was better to end your friendship with Cindy. You totally freaked out on Cindy at the school dance a couple months ago. It was so out of the blue," Mike said.

What? Who is Natasha? What Influence does she have over my life? I was so confused by the time we decided to leave the library. We agreed to find out more. This Natasha was obviously related to me. We did have the same last name after all.

Crush the mellow

I love mellow. I like to sit and relax and just think about life. But society lives in a whole other type of style. They want instant gratification, and they want everything they think they deserve. But we entered this world with nothing and we will leave this world with nothing. So why are we so wrapped up in the world? It's like we have set our claws into the earth's ground. I try to mellow out by avoiding the world's level of living as often as I can. Though I can't always. Like tonight I didn't want to leave the church. Because when I stepped out of the doorway I was leaving the mellow zone. I was going into the big bad world. I wanted to cry, really. We should all have peace, and we all think we deserve it. But what have you done for God? He died for us, for our sins. People can't grasp that. So imagine for an instant. Your dad realizes that you have gone totally lost, that you have lost your way. Imagine him telling you that he's going to lay down his life for you. Imagine that he does it the way Jesus did it. It would really hurt you, wouldn't it? Wouldn't you want to honor him after that? Everyday people reject God and his son Jesus. It's like slapping him in the face when people do that. My point is, we can't always live in the "mellow" zone. But with God In our hearts, with him beside us we will get close to that mellow feeling. I say Amen to that way of living.

I can't check yes

So that lovely button on facebook that says check yes if you "voted" is unchecked on my part. I have a new job that I've been trying to figure out correctly. I have been sick with just aches and pains and fever. Plus, the people who were running were not respectful, all I saw was these commercials of them bad mouthing each other. It was only last week that I saw one of them actually saying what they were planning to do. That "person" was actually the one talking. I know if you don't vote you have no right to complain. I'm not complaining. I'm complaining about myself and the lack of effort that I put into voting. I didn't want to vote basically. Because I believe there wasn't a good enough candidate that I wanted in charge. Each of them had their flaws. However, I do plan to vote for the next president. Because I need and want to continue to use my right. But I want to vote for someone who knows God. Who has some kind of faith, who has knowledge of our wonderful God. Someone who doesn't spend millions of money to bad mouth others.I want a God-fearing person who openly loves and follows God's commands. That's it, simple and easy.

Assumptions killed the cat

They say that "curiosity" killed the cat. But I believe it was the "assumption" that did it though. The cat assumed that everything would be okay, so he let his curiosity overcome him. As for us, humans we assume things everyday. We assume when we cross the street people will stop. We assume just because the light turns red no one will run it. We assume that a friend will be there forever. We assume people will be nice every moment because they claim their nice people. We assume people who act one way are like that always. We assume all the time. Of course assumptions cant lead to death. That's only for the cat. But we get ourselves into sticky situations.I try not to assume anything. I thought it was because I didn't want to be disappointed, or because I could care less. Now its more like I don't want to assume that God hasn't already planned it. I firmly believe that God knows what will happen, and he will prepare us. I do not assume this. I know this because it's my faith. I choose to believe in him, I don't assume anything about god. Because he has shown us time and time again, how he can work in our lives. God doesn't assume either, so we should be careful with all our assumptions of each other. Of things that we know nothing of, or things we cannot foresee.

They say my name is Hermione (7)

Have I mentioned that I'm tired of this? I'm tired of people looking at me. I'm tired of Cindy staring at me everyday, as if she wants to tell me something. But she's a coward and she wont say a thing. My parents keep asking me these insane questions. But I cant ask them questions about my life before the plane crash. They get all weird and stuff. So, again I'm just tired of it all.I have decided I'm going to research exactly what happened in the plane crash. I don't even know why I was on the plane. The good news is that Mike said he would help me. He told me he didn't want to lose me as a friend. I didn't say anything to him, except I said "thanks". What else could I tell him? I'm meeting him tomorrow after school. I hope to find out what really happened to me,and hopefully that will bring some memories back.

Jackets Galore

So here in Texas its getting to the point of becoming cold. Winter is nearly here and the leaves are about to fall. My skin is itching to wear jackets and scarves. Heaven only knows I own jackets galore. My heart feels happy when winter comes. Winter has always been a serious deep season for me. Its like the wind gets stuck in front of you and you just have to breath it in. I know I'm sounding weird but I love winter. I love the cold. I feel inspired by winter. To write and to try out new fashion with my jackets and scarves. I want to sit in a park and read a book when its cold out. I want too be someone new who's refreshed and willing to let her hair down. I say long live the winter season. It always brings something out in me and I hope this fact never changes.

Love always,
P.J

They say my name is Hermione (5)

So people stare at me in school. They don't talk to me or even try to smile at me either. They just stare. My teachers well they seem like they are worried about me. I can't stop thinking about what my mother said. She told me to stop "pretending" that I couldn't remember. I can't remember anything. What did she mean she was going to talk to my dad? My dad hasn't even talked to me. He just looks at me as if I'm some alien from outer space. What's his problem? I fell asleep right after Cindy and mike left. I was so confused about it all.I ran into Cindy in the restroom. Only this time she didn't talk to me. She just smiled and walked out. What was that about? I wanted to shake her and ask her what she did to me. What was the reason for her visiting me if we weren't friends? Mike on the other hand has talked to me. I asked him if we were really friends. He looked at me and did not answer. It was when I was about to walk away he grabbed my shoulder. He told me that we were friends, but he didn't want to be friends anymore. He said it was too hard to look at me and for me not to remember who he was. I laughed very cruel I might add. I told him that nothing was hard for him. I was the one who had lost my memory not him. He tried to say sorry but I just walked away. Who needs them as friends anyway? Not me!

They say my name is Hermione (3)

Even though I chased the butterfly I never once caught it. After lunch I was in my room trying to remember something about myself. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books I have on a shelf in the corner of my room. Apparently my favorite color is purple. My bed spread is purple and my rug is too that sits in front of my door. I have purple curtains as well. I'm a obsessed "purple freak"? My mom knocks on my door and behind her I see two people. A girl and a boy. They say their names as if I should just automatically remember them. How could I forget them? They sure think that! Their names are Cindy and Mike. My mom leaves the room with a worried look on her face. I say hi to my "friends" and they sit on the bed and Cindy begin's reaching under my bed. Cindy pulls out a game box, and I laugh at myself.

"Monopoly?" I ask

"Yeah we play it for hours at a time," said Mike

I look at them and then I tell myself to "chill out". I want to know who I'm and they should know right? They can tell me who I'm because they are my "friends".We play for awhile and then I start to ask them questions. They look at each other as if their worried. Why is everyone worried? I don't get it. What are they afraid of? I mean I was in a plane crash that's all. Its not some big secret? Is it? After an hour I have learned that I play volleyball and I love pizza. I like to go to the movies and my favorite color is not purple. My mom made me get that color for my room. Cindy says I like Hott pink. I smile at this. So I'm a "hott pink freak"? My mom calls me down for something and Cindy and mike get up too.

"We should go, I have homework," said mike.

I watch them leave as I hear the door slam I go downstairs. My mom is standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of Orange juice.

"Hermione, I didn't want to tell you this. Because I was worried it would make you upset. But I have to. If Cindy hasn't told you,and she's acting like nothing has happened." my mom said

"What are you saying,?" I ask.

"You haven't spoken to Cindy in months. You came home from the school dance crying a couple months ago. You said Cindy wasn't your friend anymore," my mom said.

What? Why would she come here then? Why is she lying to me? What kind of people do I hang out with? Will I ever know who I'am?

They say my name is Hermione

I only remember one thing. I use to want to be a butterfly, it was something I wanted to be when I grew up. I don't know why I know this. I don't know my life story. I don't know any of my friends. They only tell me my name is Hermione. "They" being my parents. I don't remember anything. I only know one memory and that's me wanting to be a butterfly. My so called parents they tell me I was in a plane crash. I don't even remember that. I try to think really hard but I end up making myself sick. Who am I? That is my main question.

Is "Faith" really such a hard concept?

The hard cold truth is that God will never come down and sit across the table from you and answer all your questions. Those burning questions like "why does bad things happen to good people?" "why has my life been a wrecking balm effect in all areas?". If you expect to have every answer I hate to break it to you. Those answers might never get answered. So you may ask then "why believe in God if I cant get those answers?" or "why should I believe in god that lets bad things happen?". Well isn't it easy to blame god for everything? Yet you can't accept your choices and the very actions you do. Faith is it such a complex thing? I mean seriously its not rocket science. It's believing in something even when you cant see it or the whole picture. For those of you who always need to see the bigger picture faith to you is hard. Because you want all the answers. You want something you yet you don't know what questions really matter. It breaks my heart that when people are asked "why they don't believe in god?" they give this answer......

1. My life has been so horrible,how can a god let that happen?
2. How do I know god exists?
3. I won't follow someone like "God" if I don't know he is really real.
4. The bible how can you trust it?
5. God what has he ever done for me
6. God didn't answer my prayers.

Well the list can go on and on. But I ask you this. Has anyone ever told you that...THEY PROVED GOD WASN'T REAL?

I guarantee you they will look at you and they wont say that. Because when you really get down to it...reading the bible isn't enough. You have to open your heart and let him in. You need to pray to God. You need to chase after him like its the last thing you ever do. Why? Because when you do these things you will see what you have proved....THAT GOD IS REAL AND THAT YOU CAN HAVE FAITH....maybe not all of a sudden. Maybe you will take a long time to SUBMIT AND HUMBLE...YES HUMBLE YOURSELF. But you will see that God is real.

So If you have no faith? If you believe God is some made up story? Then I dare you to prove he doesn't exist.Because I guarantee you WITHIN THAT TIME you will end up proving that the all mighty God is real and Faith is possible.

P.J

Joining with Nora

I'm so excited to tell you that I have joined up with another blog user. Nora who write's a blog of her own is joining with me to bring you guys a great short story. Apart of being on blogger and being involved in the blogger community is to read and meet one another on blogger. To learn how life is for others and what things drive people to have a blog. I hope you stay tuned for our upcoming short story. We will each write a post and in order to keep up with the story you must visit both of our blogs. It's interesting for people to see others blogs and I think you guys will enjoy this as much as we will.

Whisper Whisper

Have you ever leaned over and whispered something to a friend? Was it because you didn't want to say something personal out loud? Or were you bad mouthing someone behind their backs (and they happen to be sitting there)? Have you ever stopped and thought about the effects that has on others. I mean I have whispered to people before. Usually I was trying to avoid saying something personal out loud. But when others do it I get kind of flustered. I ask myself are they talking about me? I ask myself do I have something on my clothes? I mean I ask myself so many questions about why someone is whispering something that it can become quite silly. The truth is whispering can be okay and bad at the same time. Depending on weather you do it in public or in your own home. Whispering can lead to irritation and Gossip. Oh how we love to Gossip.But I ask myself did God whisper? I think not! God was vocal about everything because it was a basic need. Not a need that he needed but a need that we needed.He meant for us to know the truth. Whispering is a tricky thing that can lead to many directions. I'm not saying to go out and be vocal about everything like gossip or your personal stuff. I'm only encouraging you to be conscious of the whispering "material" your saying. It can effect you in the long run.

Love always,
Plain Jane

Where will Plain Janes Blog go?

If you read my very first blog post you will understand why I have used and written under the name Plain Jane. I love my blog. But I'm also aware that as I grow into a professional writer once I publish my book I must change right? I don't think so though. I want my blog readers to know me and even my "future fans of my books". I expect many things to change this year and I also expect this blog to change. This blog is my way to talk about me and if this turns into a online diary then so be it. But that's not why I write. I want my friends to know about me more and I also want people to know God. To know what he means to me and what he means to others.I also like to share things of everyday stupidity. I know when I become a writer for real, I mean I'm already. But I mean a published writer I know my readers will either love the book or they won't. They don't have to like me. But I do what them to know me so they can say "yeah she is okay". Or " seriously she's weird" I know and understand that my blog will change and I will to. The question is will you stick around to see all that change I'm talking about?

Being a Romero

Being a Romero you have to understand that life isn't always easy. Sometimes we strive in that though. As a Romero I have learned that the things that have happened,the things that have been pushed on me have made me strong.Being a Romero is like knowing the storm is coming but going out in it anyway. I mean standing in the middle of it all without any coat on. But coming out of the Storm isn't easy. A Romero doesn't just leave after the storm fades away. We stand and look at the damage. We strive in it and we push forward sometimes we walk through it for years. The point of this? Is to show that life can be so unfair, like God dying for us was something I could never really stand in. I can never stand there and say "I really know what he did". Because its a Storm that none of us had to endure. God endured it for us and we don't have to suffer in that. Being a Romero means knowing that we have many storms ahead but God has paved the cracks to let us know that he will fill them and he will stand with us. In fascination and in endurance. He knows we can endure what he gives us.

Love always,
Plain Jane

At the computer

I'm at the computer now sitting here in my room. Looking at the screen and wondering how many times do I sit here a day. Wow! Its nearly very depressing. But No, I do more things at the computer desk then just search the web. I write all my creative ideas down,and I type my manuscripts. But I wonder how many times a day do we just waste away at the computer. Sure we can be productive at times. But the other half of the time what are we doing? So I was thinking what are ways we can limit our "At the computer" time? I know for sure I don't want to limit it to much then I wouldn't be able to keep up with the blog.So give me your ideas? Can't wait to hear from you.

A mosquito who thought he was smart

There was this annoying mosquito that had traveled trough my open door one day and made his way into my life in my very room. I saw him buzz around me. He was tempting me to swat him. (I know this is a mosquito I'm talking about) So tonight I was drinking out of a souvenir cup and I realized as I was putting this cup down the mosquito was in the cup. It had traveled into the straw. I was panicked at first that I might have just swallowed my little ememy. Then I realized this was his "End" So The mosquito suffered his fate. Now I fear that I will never be able to drink out of that cup, without thinking just maybe I almost swallowed the mosquito.I loved the cup,maybe that's why the mosquito went into the cup. He needed to annoy me even after he was gone.

(My first rant of everyday stupidity)
I hope you like it

Love always,
P.J

A slimy feeling

Have you ever had this feeling you cant shake off? Well, for me I have it now. Its pestering me like a slimy worm. I have this constant feeling that I haven't done the things god has called me to do. I also haven't done the things that my family has expected me to do. But hey wait a minute!Isn't that up to me? I mean it only affects me right? Well most assume that yes it only affects you. But that's not true! The people in your life are influenced and affected everyday by your actions and basically all your movements. Wheather we see this or choose to admit it or not.I try to remind myself the only way I can shake this feeling off is to be proactive.But how? Should I pray harder to God? Should I ask my family? I concluded both of these and I throw in the "listen to your heart bit" for those of you who always think the heart works over the mind. Maybe that works for you. I ask you do you have that slimy feeling? What is it? What have you done to shake it off? As for me well, I'm stilling shaking it off and at the moment I feel confident I will soon be okay.

Manuscripts Galore

So I haven't really ever posted details of any manuscript that I write. But lately I have been thinking I should at least share with you guys the things I write about and why I write them at all. So here are a few things about my writing and how I get into the creative zone and others randoms.

• I always think about writing,I'm always in the creative zone.
• I write deep stuff with hints of fascination.
• I can write all day.
• I write serious stuff,thought provoking.
• My inspiration? The people around me.
• I always know the end of my story.
• One of the characters always has many traits that I have.
• I shamelessly spend minutes on trying to come up with characters names.
• I rewrite once.I type it at the last minute.
• I hate GRAMMAR.
• Grammar is the last thing I think about.
• I only let two people read my manuscripts.
• Sometimes I'm too confident,and it backfires
• I always have more then five story's being written at a time.
• I will leave many stories unfinished.

A brilliant intensity

A dream can become brilliant and it can turn into a intensity that can drive you mad. I'm talking about a mad passion for what you want. Not necessarily what you need,but what you want. No one has ever really needed a dream. People usually want things and that's where a dream comes into play.Have you ever really sat down and thought with such an intensity about something? I mean not like for an hour, I mean like more then one measly hour. I'm talking about scribbling ideas on a paper,and talking non-stop about it. I mean the dreams that fuel you into action. An intensity that rubs off on others and it drives them to marvel at what a dream can really do. Lately I have been wondering where has this mad passion gone? Has it been buried away down in my soul. I almost need that intensity that only god can give me to really make me wake up. I need to be awake,I need to to feel alive. We have one life that God has given us. He also instills a passion within us that can drive us and others to do brilliant things. What brilliant intensity fueled things Will you do?

God he's Pj's friend

Hello followers,
So Plain Jane is always talking about her God. Do you guys know this God? If so what can you tell me about him. Becasue I'm Kind of behind on God's gossip...or gospel...which ever!
lub always,
-A

Tardy Tart

Walking in late somewhere really doesn't bother me. I know my reasons and why things happen. But others don't and they shouldn't have too. When your late ,you put others behind. Life tends to go haywire on me sometimes,and I let those around me down. Being tardy is so bad, seriously you let others down. There are times in our lives that were going to be able to go to every birthday, graduation,wedding, bible school and other random occasions. But will we be there on time? Another question are we sitting around and being tardy in saying YES TO GOD? How many times do we receive blessings in our lives? But when it comes down to saying yes to god,we wait until the last straw. Would you rather be late to a wedding or late in saying yes to god? I would prefer to not be late at all. That's not realistic though. We have the things of life pulling us north to south. We have our heads cut off like dead chickens with the daily routine. What can we do? Are we doomed to be tardy in all areas of our life? I think not! I think that everyday might just be a struggle but its worth it. If you try to make it on time in everything even the calling of god, you will be one step closer then most people.
Love always,
Plain Jane

The Outcast

Have you ever been in a crowded room and you easily spot the person standing alone? Of course you notice them.Are eyes have been literally taught by society to look at and judge others. So it would be an obvious thing to look at the person who is standing out. This is an everyday occurrence. Not everyone will meet your stamp of approval. Not everyone will come out and say hello. So what do you do? Take a moment and cross the distance and say hello. That outcast might just become a good friend.

The era of school

The school year is nearly here. We have parents rubbing their heads together so they can "Talk" about budgets for school. Every year is a new era. In this era you need new school clothes and new school supplies.But I don't count this as the important parts at all. You may be stunned to know that I find this all to be really silly and unimportant. The important thing is about this era is the students and their progression into this new year. I don't know many parents who sit down with their kids and talk to them about the expectations of this school year. Talking to your kids, will let them know that you care about them . Also that you care about their education. Some "talks" can cover many subjects. Like what grades you expect from them,how much time do you expect them to study,and also how they should manage their extra activities. Also, what they can expect from you the parents. How will you help them as well.This is the important part. Of course the new school supplies will benefit them. But in times like this you should put more attention in what the student is about to face. I encourage parents and guardians to do something different this year. Focus more on the education and the progress of the students. Sit down and have a chat with them. So when they bring their first progress report you won't be disappointed.
Love always,
Plain Jane

PJ's alter ego "A"

Hey supporters this is "A" here. I'm taking over for Plain Jane for awhile. She's trying to get into a healthy mode,and I'm already there. I'm starting a new page called reviews. Hope you guys get addicted to this blog becasue I'm here. Who needs Pj when you have me?
-A

Ketchup Policy

Have you ever gone through drive through and they hand you your bag without ketchup? Then you ask for some and they give you like three packets of ketchup. Its like "what" can't you give me more? Well, in some places they have a ketchup policy. You think well if you paid for you meal you should at least get more then three packets. That's what I thought until I drove away. Bam! I realized how ungrateful I was. There are kids in other countries who have never been though a drive through,much less have they ever seen a ketchup packet. Why do we think we deserves more then we need? Why are we so tied to "Instant gratification"? I don't have the answers but God does. The bible does too! We get upset about the unmeaningful ketchup packets or whatever it may be,its so sorry. We need to get upset about the lost souls and the people who really need help. We should do something about that! We should think of others the next time were in a drive through,you might just feel a little silly because you didn't "get what you deserved".

More then a Sermon

Tonight at youth I heard something more then a sermon. I heard God crying out to us,I heard us cry out to him. Tonight humility was covered and an youth leader who did the sermon covered scripture about when God washes his disciples feet. Even though God knew his disciple's were about to deny him and one was about to betray him.The leader went around and washed our feet. It was an act of humility and kindness and love. I have heard many sermons in my life. But this is the first that "brought me to my knees" . I speak figuratively but I did drop down to my knees in my heart.This was something different. This was going against the grain and actually showing what God does,what he did,and what he continues to do.I humble myself before God and my youth kids. I love you guys with all my heart,and I should have known that humility is something we should act out everyday!

Snap! Crackle! Pop!

I'm at home today on this fine afternoon. Jamming to music and thinking about the world. It seems like lately I have been thinking very deep. As if I'm trying to find some profound answer. For right now I'm listening to some great music,drinking vitamin water. Last but now least I'm wearing my new purple eyeliner and a new shirt with cereal people. Yeah, I'm living the Amercian dream folks!!

Choke Negativity without hestation

If negativity was a physical object I would choke it until I thought it was sufficient. But its not a pysical object,its an emotion. Something you feel,and something that can move through a room so quickly like annoying mosquitoes.We slap away a mosquito without much hesitation. Why can't we do that with negative things?The world doesn't stop for you. The world doesn't end when your day has been horrible. Things keep going and so do we. For people who live in the united states we know life and society can be fast pace. That's the normal rate we have to go, its what is expected from us. But there is something called "people and things who bring you down" . I mean whether its work or a friend or people you use to know or your parents. Or even your car and your bills. The everyday things can get the best of you. I know what I'm about to say might sound so cliche and all but I DON'T CARE! Pull yourself up by the suspenders and get over it. I mean really if you sit there and agonize over all the negative things your wasting space. I mean even worse you add more to the negativity. I know you might say "plain Jane its so hard ,my life is like this and that", well so is mine. I have negativity hit me everyday. I get mad yeah of course. Its maybe the first instinct but don't just swim in that filth all day. Move on becasue you owe to yourself,and the people around you.
Love always,
Plain Jane

My *Bright red Lipstick* Phase

I'm in a funk right now! It's that simple and no matter how much I try to cheer up I literally cant. When I get like this usually I just walk through it. I live what I need to live and I usually get out of this phase.I want to put on bright red lipstick and go against the grain. Go against the world and do what I want. I want to hop in my truck and go to the beach. Stay away from home and just live in my own world. But I can't right now! I have to stay here and figure it all out. Where I'm going? Where have I gone? Do I have a plan for myself? When I feel like this,when I'm in the funk I let loose and listen to music. I go against the normal or at least try to. I'm soul searching again really,so I might as well wear some cool lipstick and some big hoop earrings.

Music Vs. Writing

I'm a writer and always have been. I started writing when I was old enough to know how write words down on a piece of parchment. I also love music. But the only instrument I have ever played was the baritone in the sixth grade. I quit after one year of that. I was okay but not great. Before music didn't mean much to me. I could go days without it literally. Now though as I'm older I love to listen to music. It makes me happy to hear good music. I would love to play my own music. But that's not possible. I write that's it. Music vs. writing to me is like this major tug a war. I want to dedicate myself to writing my novels. But I wouldn't mind learning how to write music and ultimately learn an instrument and play music. I don't know what to do really. I mean I have this love for writing and being creative. But I need to be focused on something for awhile.The question is will it be music or writing? Or directing and that's a whole other post for another day! I know I'm creative,maybe just too much!

Forget an hour, make it all day!

Tonight at worship I realized how God moved me. I saw in others that God was stirring something in their hearts. Everyone was singing,I mean EVERYONE! I don't see the same thing on Sundays. I'm sorry its the truth. I think it may be that because tonight this was a "focused" worship. Our main purpose tonight was to sing out to God. Everyone ended up Crying out to God tonight. It was truly amazing. But I think just doing this for an hour is really disappointing. Were doing a disservice to ourselves and to God. We should worship God every chance we get. When we walk our dog have your moment of praise for God. While your driving. The locations and times are endless. Who said we need to be at church for an hour on Fridays to worship God?Don't get me wrong, I loved the worship it was great. Just think if you worship God every chance you get,how awesome is that? I say it's fantastic!

Life and the Goodbyes

The day we die shouldn't be a day we fear. Its a day that our time on this earth ends. Its an end of a life that you spent all your energy on building. It amazes me on how tied we are to the things of this earth. How we think that the amount of money or materials we have are important. Some things that I think are important on this earth is the friendships you make,your family,and the message you send out to others. What message are you sending? Are you telling your friends that they shouldn't be so worried about what they own,they should be worried about what really matters? In your friendships do you spend time on trivial things like "who's hot and who's not"? My point is we have one life to live,to make every second an important one. There is no tomorrow that's promised. As for me I will tell everyone I know that there is a God that loves me and everyone else.That the things on this earth are not important. That when we leave this earth we only go with our body. That death is not the end,its a beginning. A beginning up above that will last an eternity.

Rehearsal Photos

Two Faces Skit

Rehearsal Photos

Edge Drama

So my church is awesome! There I said it. What started out as a regular meeting became to be the best meeting ever. Another youth leader named Gary brought up the idea of having a drama team. I latched on to this idea. So from that day on Gary and I were the drama directors. He came up with the idea of a skit,and from there on we got started. Enough about us, we are not important. Our youth and our drama team is important. But we don't do this just to have fun.We do this because God set it on our hearts to do this. We act out a message for our youth. I know God is wonderful. I'm excited for everything that's happening If it wasn't for God, Gary and I would still be just "talking" about this great idea. But we put it into action. Tonight we preformed our first skit called the "Two Faces" and it was great. I will post pictures soon.
Love Always,
Plain Jane

Pink Ribbons

I usually don't donate things. But two years ago I received a call from a lady from the breast Cancer foundation. I was only being kind to her by listening. I wasn't busy but I knew I had no money. The conversation lasted ten minutes. By the time I got off the phone I knew this lady was going to send me a "pledge". A paper that said I was going to donate Fifty dollars. Well, I didn't have the guts to say "hey lady I'm broke". So believe it or not when the letter arrived a week later,I had money. So I gave fifty dollars. From then on I have donated once again. Lately I haven't donated but that's only because I have lost focus and I have spent money on things I don't need. But I'm going to start it up again. Its one of my personal goals to donate to the foundation. So in a few days I will be starting a new page called "service". It will be about different things and ways on how you can serve from home. Or go out and serve. I like to think that I'm helping someone even if its just fifty dollars I give. It like giving someone a PINK RIBBON. A ribbon that laces around them to protect,educate,and prevent something that can be monitored and taken care of.Because people like me and you,and people who work in the medical field donate their time,money,prayers,and pink ribbons.
Love Always,
Plain Jane

Veggie Fest- Where no kid wants to go!

SO I decided to go on a Veggie Fest! I'm going to eat veggies for about a month. I'm going to eat all types of veggies and maybe even organic. Maybe I will become one of those really healthy "nuts In the head" people. No, Seriously I will eat veggies so I can see if it really is healthy.I can't wait! You guys love my blog so I have to stick around. Being healthy makes me stay alive longer. So wish me luck. Anyone want to do it with me? Come on! Walk on the wild side of healthy by eating veggies with me. If not then I guess you can stick to junk food.

Mr. Soul Mate, do you love coca cola?

I'm single. There I said it! No, I'm not writing this so I can find someone. I'm writing this so I can help myself and others. Those who are single either love it or hate it. There is no gray area in between. Are we lonely, yes sometimes we get lonely. But does that mean we fall for the first person who says something sweet to us? I think not! I personally believe that god will send me my soul mate. I'm not talking about God sending me a man through the mail. I mean god will lead me onto the path that I need to be on so I can meet my soul mate. I think sometimes were in a rush to find love. It's usually for all the wrong reasons. Because we want attention, because we want to piss are parents off,we want to test the waters,because we want love. Where is Commitment in all this? Where is the principal of marriage? Has it become a everyday item like coca cola? I wonder about when I will fall in love. What will you do? As for me will I listen to God or will I listen to the same advertisement? I don't need the coca cola, I need the soul mate who God has brought me,and if he happens to love drinking coke,then that's just another plus for me.

Little Girls with Cakey Faces

It doesn't Matter where you go you see them. Their hard to miss,and yeah their cute. But we should be highly worried. I'm not talking about little girls who play with mommy's clothes once in awhile. Or little girls who play with mommy's makeup. I'm talking about little girls from ages five and twelve. Who actually know what eye liner is. I'm talking about little girls who have makeup caked on their faces who don't even have any idea what their during to themselves. There letting the world know that their wanting to grow up. Everyday I see kids that are way to young wear makeup,even wear outrageous outfits. I'm all for invdualism. But a kid who's seven years old wearing a skirt and a tank top shirt,shouldn't be doing that. I mean come on? I'm not here to blame the parents. The media becomes the parent if you really want to know the truth. From cartoons and from the "very well known" channel children learn about "self appearance". For instance my little niece who's under five is starting to look into the mirror and become sassy. No one does that around her. But she See's movies and t.v . She among other kids see the media as an outlet. They see all these other kids and "Teens" doing what they want. Wearing what they want and they think this is the norm. If we all lived by the norm we would all be alike. I'm glad we don't,but I'm sad that some of us, like the kids we know strive to live that Norm. SO I can rant all day. I really could. But I would be fighting the media the whole way. You know its worth it though. I want to educate and tell little girls with cakey faces that they don't have to do what they see on t.v. They can be themselves in a better way.

Washer gone Stupid

So my washer went all crazey on us. My dad was washing clothes,and mind you this was a full load. The water started coming out of the boddom. Water went everywhere,and was just bad. Anyway the whole event lasted like fiftten mintues. So now the kitchen has been mopped,and thats one good thing that came out of this whole event. This really isnt an event it just felt like it. My socks got wet and when that happens you should as least blog about it. So I did.
Love always,
plain jane

Bittersweet Peeves

Have you ever stoped and wondered what are the things that tick you off? Well, If your human you have already wondered and you know what your "peeves" are. The things that tick you off so bad that your face goes red and a nerve is just pulsating on your forhead. Well, one of the many things that tick me off are people who are just plain rude. I mean you say hello to them and they give you a face. Among many peeves of mine I try to stay calm when they come up. I mean have you ever just lost it and went all out crazey on someone? I mean do you really want to get to that point? Have you ever been driving and someone cuts you off and you just let our a big "Grrrrr" and then your mad for the rest of the time? I have and it amazes me how fast tempered we are. Where is out patentice and understanding? I know it flew out the window! There are days when out bittersweet peeves are going to come crawling up on us. What should we do? Turn the other cheek? Maybe,or should we get even? As for me I will let you guys decide. But for me personally I will do the "breath in and out" routine. I will also ask GOD to help me recover. So in the end maybe I will get mad. But I know if I just take a moment and breath and ask god for his help,I will be okay. Or at least until something else ticks me off!
love always,
plain jane

Who I'am and why I do what I do

I use to believe that I was a plain jane. That I was nothing. There wasn't anything unique about me. I was just plain old me. I use to have freinds tell me that I needed to change my style. They said t-shirts and jeans were lame. I guess you could say I was plain. But I also knew there was something about me that was cool. I could write. Back then when I was younger I couldn't just go up to one of my freinds and say "Hey look at what I wrote". If it wasn't about "who was hot" Or what "makeup" I had, I stayed quiet. It was until I grew up I started to realize that I didnt care what people thought. I wear t-shirts and jeans and yeah you could call me a plain jane its okay. Troughout out my life I have learned many things. That I love god,and he loves me. That I love to write everything and anything. I'm pretty taltented. Yes, I know who I'am. I'm strong and I love to help others. So for my frist post I want you guys to know yeah,maybe I'm a plain jane styled person, but there's more to me then meets the eye. I would rather be me,then some horrible version that others want me to be. Thats why I do what I do,I be myself always and forever.
Love always,
plain jane