"The Bug"

Most of you probably know how much I hate bugs. Spiders, flies, bees, wasps, gnats.... Basically, anything that has wings. However, there is a bug loose in the Plemmons household. And it's a little worse than those.....

I have learned my lesson..... And I'm taking this oppurtunity to warn all my fellow bloggers to never say these words: "I've not gotten sick the whole winter."

Because, inevitably, you will end up with "the bug." And as the story plays out in the Plemmons household, there are officially three down.:) One to go. "The bug" has hit! My mom, Clayton, and I have formed the coughing trio. I'm convinced that there is not a more boring day, than a Sunday of sickness. :) Know what I mean? That day that you stay at home and contemplate attending church anyways, just to get out of the house:)

So, to all of you, stay well and stay warm.... Away from "the bug."

:) 'Til Next Time,

Amber LeShae

Splat

Dad: "Amber.... Amber.... Amber...."

Sleep sleep sleep.....

"Amber..... Can you wake up and talk to me for a second?"

No.

"Amber..."

Uh.........

:):):) Sound familiar?:) This morning my parents were called to the hospital early for a man from our church. So, they left early and we had gotten ice early this morning. Needless to say, church was canceled and I was bored at home and my parents were gone a lot today. So, I decide to go out and get the mail from yesterday.... (reminder: it's icy).... And I made it..... Almost..... I was probably about a foot from the door. And it was a SPLAT. Not a graceful move to catch myself.... SPLAT! :) Now, you should understand that even in my pain, I had a little bit of pride left.... At which time a van was passing down our road:) You may also know that n spite of it..... I have a weird sense of humor:) I laughed.... my dog, which had been my shadow for the day, Stood and stared at me as if to say..... "What are YOU doing on the ground? I thought I was the one supposed to be this low.":):):) So, with a slightly scraped arm, and a hurt pride, I go on with life;)

Musings on Mistakes

"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." -Albert Einstein

Ok, so I was thinking about mistakes today:). Yeah, yeah, weird topic. But, hey, some people probably think I'm a little weird,;) so what do ya expect?:);)

Mistakes..... Everyone makes them. But, what is the true definition? An error? Destruction of a project or piece of work? Failure? Misinterpretation? Wrongly identifying something or someone?

It could probably be concluded to be any, or all, of the above.

There's not a person on earth that has succeeded without a mistake. Vocalist, greatest musician, most successful business man, presidents, lawyers, writers, and on the list could go..... They may've worked their way to the top.... But, they still made mistakes. You can't get anywhere without it. And the quote at the top pretty much sums it up. In order to get anywhere, you have to be willing to make mistakes.

So, if a mistake isn't failure, then what is it? It's a symbol of willingness.... Stepping out on a limb to try something new and maybe falling a couple times.... The limb breaks.... So what? You climb the tree again, and try a different limb.....

Mistakes are bound to happen. But, what matters... is that you get up, brush yourself off, laugh a little and try again...... So, you make another one..... What does it matter? God isn't looking for people who do things perfectly all the time. He is looking for the ones that are willing to fall a couple times.

My little Buddy

Ok, so I take my very fluffy, ungroomed, long-haired, dog into the grooming place. Lots of fur, very cuddly........ So, the lady reassures me that the groomer is very good. I have nothing to worry about!

My dear dad leaves to pick up our fluffy, cuddly, Buddy up from the grooming place.... THIS is what he comes home with.....:):):)

Needless to say, we laughed a LOT!:)

So, now that he has lost most of his fur, he was shivering from being cold. So, my mom and I, (already having wanted a sweater for him anyways), find this adorable Michigan jersey:). And you can't see it from the picture but there is a yellow M on the back. So, now he is completely in style. Actually, his jersey is somewhat of a joke:) (You know who you are;)

So, he is slowly gaining a little fur AND starting to look like a dog, not a rat;)

Bless his heart:):):)

Battles With Bach

Bach. Simply the name Bach raises many different thoughts with different people. Greatest composer in the Baroque period, amazing musician, many children... My thoughts didn't run along those lines too much today. I sat and got frustrated, let myself know that it was stupid and said that I knew I could do it. After which I promptly told myself that I couldn't, went home and told my mom that I had about two weeks to memorize 'Bach' and that I couldn't do it! After which, I went and practiced some more:). And pretty much, didn't make sense with much of it:). As the pianists out there have probably all done, my frustrations went from trying to play the piece perfectly, to banging a quick splat of whatever my fingers hit at the moment. So, as I make my visit to my teacher's today, I will get the whole 'You can do this' lecture and come home ready to face this head on. Thank God for teachers:)