Something is Wrong, but I'm not Complaining

Hey, I just looked at my free counter, and something must be wrong. Last time I was on this thing about a month ago, I was under 1,000 hits and I was just hoping that I would finally make it to 1,000. Now I look and I'm over 11,000? No way that is possible. But this mistake of the free counter widget makes my heart feel good, even if it is false!

Things to Be Thankful For

Sorry I haven't written in a long time! Nothing happening!

Today, Thanksgiving 2009, I was thinking of things that I am thankful for. People are always talking about things that are actually annoying that you can find some hidden blessing in. For example, "I am thankful for my laundry because it means that I have clothes to wear." Or, "I am thankful for raking leaves because it mean I have a yard of my own."

I thought of a new one, "I am thankful for having the shoulders of a rugby player (yes, my very own, dear brother said this to me, nice) because that means that if I am ever in a natural disaster, I will be able to swim and fight my way to safety."

Songs That I Play Over and Over Again on my ipod

Gravity - Sara Bareilles



(My current most favorite song, thanks Andrew)
How I Go - Yellowcard

Did you know that 'Amanda' and 'Agenda' are practically the same word?!

Awesome Tony performance.

New SAT Question

Have you ever heard Oprah say, "Black don't crack," referring to the fact that black people often look at lot younger then they really are? Neither have I, since I don't watch Oprah, but my friend Shelly says that she does!

Anyway, it made me think of a new question for standardized tests:

If "black don't crack" and "crack is whack" then . . .

"black ain't whack." Am I right? I don't think I did so well on the SAT's anyway.

(Welcome to the inner workings of Amanda's brain.)

The Fire

I think that we could save a lot on therapy bills if we just were able to build and watch a fire everyday. Fires are the coolest (well, that doesn't seem right) make that most calming things to watch and sit by.

When we were in Utah, the next to last day it snowed. Then when we got up in the morning, it was 28 degrees outside and 48 degrees in the cabin. So, you can see why we were making fires.

I got pretty sad one day, watching the fire, and thinking, "That used to be a tree that had a life and a purpose. Now it is just a piece of itself. Pretty soon, it will be nothing but ash." I was being deep, melancholy and poetic. When I said it out loud, my brother, David, said that he thinks of the trees as fulfilling their purpose and giving us back the energy and light that they received from the sun.

The next day, my dad put his two cents in (I'm pretty sure he had gone to bed before we started our fire conversations from the night before). He said, "What if the trees remember the faces of the people and animals that have passed before them and then show us their memories in the flames they put out."

Whoa, dad wins the fire philosophy game!