Old Dog

     My dog is old. Its sad because she isn't going to live much longer. I remember when we went to the pound to get her and I picked her out and got to name her. I named her lucky because I thought she was such a lucky dog because I was going to take care of her and love her so much. She has lived such a busy life. When she was just a puppy she went through a grueling training process where she learned the do's and don'ts about how to treat stuff that wasn't a toy, where to go to the bathroom, not to bark unless she needed something important, and other basic commands ( i like to call them requests) like sit and no and I love you (she wages her tail when I tell her that). She grew up with me and my friends in the neighborhood. We had so many adventures. I remember when I was younger and me and some friends were walking in the neighborhood and this man and woman were walking too and they seemed a little sketchy and somewhat mean and lucky would NOT stand for that so she barked at them and the lady tried to hit luck and so she tried to "protect" us and jumped on her. She was only trying to help and be the motherly dog that she is. Well the ladies husband didn't like that and yelled at us to get the dog inside of the house or he was going to call the police. We were just kids with an over protective dog. Lucky also had a friend the lived next door named Trixie ( her owners were also our best friends ;) ). Her and Trixie are still friends and they love to see each other from time to time.

     

     Later in lucky's life she acquired a little bit of a wild life. While me and my family were on vacation lucky decided that she needed a "lover" so what did she do? She did the dirty with a dog 2 houses down named duke. He was a bad dog. He was a wild dog up to no good. I really don't like to blame him fully for his attitude because he lived a very lonely life outside all the time on a chain. Anyways, while we were gone things between them got a little heated and lucky became prego. What we weren't prepared for was the birth. We waited and waited and then one morning at about 7 or 8am I heard little squeals coming from my room. Sure enough lucky was giving birth to puppies in my room! I had carpet at the time so it was a little gross. We had to quickly get stuff down so that I wouldn't have stains everywhere. It was kinda weird and nasty to watch BUT also really cool. I learned a lot about how much my dog loved us. She let us help. We cleaned her little puppies when she moved on to the next. She was glad to let us be a part of something so personal. She had eight puppies. Four gold and four black. We had to sell some of them to people that we wouldn't see ever but we still got to give them to people we still do see. Since then one of her puppies (that we know of) gave birth to another litter of puppies. 

     Lucky has for sure had a much more eventful life than what I have just told you. But it would take me forever and a day to tell you all of the things she has done. I love my dog so so much. And I know you would too :)

-RQ

Rainy Day

      Im sitting here listening to the original Twilight soundtrack, which is the best one by the way. I am thinking to myself that I would really enjoy a rainy day that I can sit inside and read and watch movies ALL DAY. Rainy with a cold front rolling in.  It just sounds so relaxing, and it would give me time to think. Think, ponder, cry, think some more, ponder some more, think of alternatives, cry some more, and then be done. Thats when the sun can come back out.
      I wish that I could say that since my last blog about me being all "emo" about school that I have made a complete change of pace and that I have fully accepted it. Nope. I am still seeking God and asking Him to help me "look up" and to "lift my gaze". Its such an adventure I'm on. I am pretty sure that this blog will contain a lot of "me conversations". What I mean by that is that it will be more of a journal. I know thats kinda what blogs are but I just mean that its very personal. I am telling all of you what is going on in my heart (well a shorter version). Anyways, I just wish I could have a rainy day. Thats all :)


      -Rebecca Quinn
    

I wish...

I wish that it was 8 years ago and me and my friends were playing beanie babies or legos. 


I wish that I was laying on a yacht under the sun that just so happens to be giving me a beautiful glow.


I wish that I was walking in a park in the fall when the leaves are changing color.


I wish I could dress up like a ninja turtle for halloween and go out with my too-old-to-be-a-kid-again friends to get candy and then trade it.


I wish I could go back to when we made "x-games" videos with scooters, little bikes from the kids department in walmart and a little bit of gel blood.


I wish that I could swing in the hammock while doing school and listening to my favorite cd.


I wish that I could be around a campfire with all of my friends and their friends when its cold outside.


I wish that I could go back to when I had a crush on that guy and he told me he thought I was so pretty.


I wish I could just sit in perfect weather and observe how beautiful everything is.


I wish i could go back to a time when I was sure that I knew what I wanted to do.


I wish I could tell you everything I wish for. 


I wish you knew what I was thinking...


                








 -Rebecca Quinn

9-10-2010?!

Guess what?! I looovvvveeee to sleep in! Wanna know what Im doing tomorrow? well Im going to let you guess ;)

Yes, that was my blog for today (9-10-2010)

Yes, I am aware that the date I just put is incorrect BUT I will probably blog later today and I don't wanna double blog.

-Rebecca Quinn

p.s. today my younger brother turned 16! Happy Birthday Luke :)

Patience is a Virtue.

I have realized that patience is not always as easy as you think it can be. I thought at times that I could be patient and wait for what the Lord has planned. I still come across days and sometimes even weeks at a time where I can be patient and hopeful in that. On occasion I have a bad day or week and I forget who has my life in control.

The future is unseeable. Yes, you can try and predict it or know that some decisions you make can affect it and sometimes you can see just how it will play out BUT you can never know for sure. The future isn't seeable. In our eyes that is. I think this is part of the reason that so many people (like myself) struggle with patience. We want control of things that will happen. We want to know what the right choice is to make and where it will lead us right then and there. Realistically, unless God chooses otherwise, you can't know. I think this is where the whole faith/trust thing sets in. If God let you see everything you wanted and they way it was going to play out why would we need Him? We would be able to see what the future holds. We could see our mistakes and successes before they even happen. We wouldn't need a God to cry out to for help, or to praise when things go the "right way". Honestly life would get kinda boring and predictable.

As you can probably tell, I am on a journey. This part of my journey I am constantly learning that my trust is not in this world or in other people, but it is in Christ and Christ alone. I know that He is faithful and I know that I can trust Him. Its something that I think everyone needs to be reminded everyday. God has everything in control. Relationships, school, work, time, money, and most importantly your life. He wants you to be successful, and happy, but most importantly He want's you to trust Him. With everything.

- Rebecca Quinn

"Old Life"

Sometimes I miss my "old life". The one where I didn't go to college and I could stay up all night and do random stuff. I liked being able to hang out with my friends all the time and go see movies so late on the week days that we were the only people in the theater. I liked going to sleep at sunrise and sleeping past 1 or 2. I loved not having to think to hard in my classes and being able to draw without missing something important. I liked taking breaks to play piano or just to sit there while my brain caught up with me. I liked when I could eat my moms food for lunch instead of crackers or some nasty sandwich i made the night before. I miss my mom, how if I was having a hard time with something she was always there to help and encourage me. I miss my dad, who made me laugh when I was sad or goofed around when I was supposed to be doing something. I miss my brother, who would make me laugh all day long and who would "work" (aka goof off) with me on school until late hours of the night. I miss my sister, who would tell me how hot I looked every day and how much she loved me. I miss my dog, yes my dog, who would wag her tail and ask me to pet her or give her food.

I miss a lot of things about my "old life". I am working on this whole growing up thing. It takes some getting used to... its not easy at all. No one said it would be but still. I guess I just didn't know what to expect. I know that after these two years it will get a little bit harder but also a little bit more fun. I just need to keep my eyes on the prize... no. not the record deal that i will be getting... the other prize. You know? the one that holds the whole world in His hands, who forgives me when I make a bad decision, who reminds me everyday that He is faithful and has my back, the one who loves me? yeah Him. He is my prize. I will keep my eyes on Him and Him alone.

-Rebecca Quinn

"P. Sherman 42 Wallaby way Sydney"

You know that feeling you get sometimes that you don't fit in? Its like NO ONE understands you. Like you can't say something without someone giving you a weird look. Well, i know how that feels. Every stinking day I get those looks (especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I can say something that totally makes sense to me and guess what? It doesn't to ANYONE else. Why is that?

I have come up with a theory to help those who know exactly what Im talking about understand.

Here it is: People who don't get you... those people are they weird ones. Not you. So you don't have to worry about what they think. Its them who has the problems. Not you. Your doing great so just keep doing what your doing.

For real though. I was in Psychology (on thursday) and our books have gold fish on them. Riddle me this... is it WEIRD to think of the movie Finding Nemo after looking at that book? No. The answer is no. Anyways, I proceeded to tell a few fellow classmates that I thought of that movie and that I loved it. They agreed. They understood me, until I started quoting the movie... "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby way Syndey" Laughing as I finished the quote and remembering how funny Dory was and how that whole movie had so many quotable lines. Its a classic! Anyone that I know that I am friends with would have joined in and laughed with me. Quoting line after line of that movie. What did THESE people do? Laughed at me and then called me "retarded". Thank you class mates for making me feel so much better about myself.

The moral of this story is this. Everyone has something weird about them. Some more than others but still we all have something. Just because people might think its weird does not mean that it is bad or wrong. It just means that THEY are weird and they don't understand. So go be you. Who cares if those weird people laugh :)

-Rebecca Quinn

Tea Party

Today I took pictures for a tea party! It was such a cute little party... This is Sears! She was one of the little girls at the party :)

Fall

The temperature is just right. You can wear jeans and a t-shirt, be wrapped up in a light blanket next to the one you love so much and be absolutely content. Its fall. The leaves are changing color from green to yellows, orange, and reds. The grass is such a rich shade of green. When you walk outside you don't get far before you hear that crunching sound, you know, the sound the dead leaves make when you walk on them. Sometimes when you know that its that perfect time of day, when the sun is just reaching its highest point in the sky, when the weather is just right, you know its time to make that call. The call to the one that loves you when you are unlovable. The one who thinks your beautiful when you think your not. The one that tells you he loves you every time you meet. The one that can lay there with you all day and you even talk but just to listen in the silence with you and delight in each others company. Him. He is the one you choose to call.

When he arrives you greet him with a kiss. A sweet, adoring kiss that just lets him know that your glad he is there with you to share this most beautiful time of the day with you. He takes your hand motioning for you to lead the way. As you walk towards the back of the house you grab the quilt, the old one that your grandmother made for you when you were just a little kid. Leading the two of you out to the back yard where you spread the quilt out for the two of you to lay on. Side by side, hand in hand you lay there, eyes closed, ears open and aware. You hear the birds singing songs and the squirrels playing games. You can hear the light swaying of the trees and the wind that brushes up against your skin sending a slight chill down your spine. The warmth of the sun is not overpowering but it calms the chill in the air and when the sun hits your eye lids you drift. Drift into a slumber under the warm afternoon sun, next to your favorite person that you know will still be there when you wake up.

Its fall and the colors are changing.