Ode To Spell Checker

Since, courtesy of the power outage this morning, I won't have time for an actual blog post, I thought I'd share this. It made me laugh.
Today's rating: 7/10. Getting starbucks made up for the 'rushing around trying to get work done' type of morning. Plus, I sent my parents a link to this blog, and my mom loved it. That made my day. Not that it takes much to do that :)

To all those besides me who can't spell:


Ode To Spell Checker
Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marks four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
and weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.

The apple fell out of a tree?

Today, I spent most of my day out with my family. Both swimming, (something my family loves doing) and going clothing shopping ( something my family absolutely hates doing).

Swimming was a blast. It made me miss being little, and being home schooled with my sisters. We'd do stuff like that more often, and I really do love it. My parents used to call me a fish, on account of I'd never want to leave the water. Come to think of it....not much has changed there.

We went with a group from our church, and the little girls absolutely loved hanging out with their friends. I spent the entire two hours with my dad. Love him. It's sort of strange how well we get along....
Dad and I spend most of our time laughing together, working together, or having deep discussions about something. We make a pretty good team most of the time. When we're not both being totally stubborn, at least. I've been a 'Daddy's girl' since I was really little, and it's one of the best ways to grow up.
I get along well with my family in general. Most teenagers go through a stage where they just can't get along with their parents at all, which is something I really don't understand. I've always been pretty close to them.
Which makes me pretty defensive of my parents. No, I'm not stupid, they're not perfect....but they've got the biggest hearts of anyone I know. Not once have they turned down an opportunity to help if it was at all within their abilities. And yet, so many people find faults with my parents, and try to point them out to me. News flash, I'm on their side. Always.
Anyways, all in all, today probably gets a 9 out of 10. Not bad :)

Do Re Mi

Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do.

The minor keys and their eerie melody, or deep, major keys with their passion.
Music is such a huge part of me. I've been playing the piano since I was about 5 or 6 years old. That makes it about 10-11 years of playing in total. Because of moving every 2ish years and how long it would take my parents to find a piano teacher, and then having piano teachers that didn't really teach; I'm only in grade 7 at the moment. But that doesn't bother me because of the doors playing the piano has opened for me.

The first time I appreciated the endless lessons, hours of practicing, and all the time I spent learning sight reading, or practicing scales was when I got asked to play for a little choir in my church. I had been singing with this choir for two or three years, and I was more than happy to say yes. It was a challenge, don't get me wrong...but I loved every minute of it. Sitting behind that grand piano, playing intricate melodies with a choir standing next to me....there are no words for how much I loved it. I played for that choir for 3 years, and I think that's when my music talents went from simply playing to feeling every emotion in the keys.

So, yes. I do wish that I was at a higher level as far as Grades in piano go. However, I am more than content with my little choir at Tyndale, and playing simply for enjoyment.

Playing the piano is one of the best ways to express my emotions, and more often than not, it's the only way I really express myself. Give me 88 keys, 52 white and 36 black and I can easily open the door to my imagination.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;

There's music in the gushing of a rill;

There's music in all things, if men had ears:

Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

~Lord Byron

Something's Beginning

Well, I've wanted to do this for quite some time now, but never got around to actually sitting down and starting one. I'm not entirely sure what is going to go up here, but I need to expand my writing past the little bits and pieces of English I've got every week. So I thought I'd start with a little bit about me.
I'm 17. That's something that I feel the need to state right off the bat. Loads of people think I'm anywhere from age 14 right up until 28. Nope, I'm 17. Thanks, but no thanks. 17 is just about right for the moment. I've got 3 siblings, all girls, and parents. That's pretty much the basics I guess. I live in Chestermere, and I've lived in several other places including Ontario and several places in and around Calgary. Alberta, to me, is home, although I don't see any issues with living somewhere totally different in 2 or 3 years.
Oh, ya...travel. Love it. Would do nothing but, if I suddenly came into some sort of steady/large income. Guess that's what comes with moving almost every 2 years growing up, I get itchy feet being in one place.

I've been to lots of places in Europe with school, but there's a huge part of me that'd love to try living out there. The smart side of my brain says live there and do some form of schooling. A larger part of me just wants to go somewhere totally different and completely lose myself in a totally different culture and way of life. Something about the mental picture I get when I think of taking a suitcase, a notebook, a camera and just sort of winging it makes me wish I was that brave/stupid. However, there still is a smart side of my brain that says to just stay grounded. At least for a few years.
How dull would that be though? To stay grounded for life. Out of any sort of lifestyle, I think that one scares me the most. Don't get me wrong, I love having somewhere to call home, and having so many people that I've known since childhood around me all the time...but a part of me just wants to go where no one knows me and start something new.
The side of me, though, that loves being at home with my family and friends is, for the moment, keeping my head out of the clouds. I mean, how far can I go with 12 years of education and only 17 years of life experience? No. For now, here's where I am and I'm not going anywhere fast.

Anyways, I'm rambling. Ciao all.