Changes, giveaways {I KNOW, I'M DOING IT *AGAIN!*}, and other news

ALOHA, OH DEAR FOLLOWERS OF MINE! As the title would suggest, I'm going to be making a few changes.

1. I'm going to be making a few changes on my side bar. I'll have blog buttons for blogs that I enjoy, and a few more pages for my blog.

2. BIG CHANGE: I'M GETTING A NEW TEMPLATE FROM KENDRA!!! I will hopefully be posting pictures for template backgrounds, so you guys can help me choose, but it's not working right now. =(

3. Also, I will hopefully have a few of my own buttons, which really isn't *THAT* much of a change, but still...=P

And the giveaway: Libbi, at The Funner Life is doing a sweet 16 giveaway! Be sure to check it out!

As far as other news...well....I AM SO SUPER HAPPY! One of my hobbies is to make cards, but alas...I ran out of paper. And I don't have the $25 dollars it takes to buy card stock. So, with tears in my eyes, I was forced to put away my card making things for a while. BUT, we were at Michael's, and GUESS WHAT THEY HAD ON SALE FOR *SIX DOLLARS*?!

Please note: in each of those piles is an average of 5 pieces of paper! AAAAHHHH!!! SO HAPPY! And there are a couple others that you can't see, by my feet. And notice that AWESOMELY cute box I can put them in!!! So, yeah...I'm pretty much VERY happy with this!

I'm also very happy with the fact that I won THESE EARRINGS!!! HAPPINESS!

Anyway, I've been on too long...I should go. Actually, I'm kinda using that as an excuse because I stink at ending things. =P So, BYE, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS!

DUNDUN DUUUN!!!!

Yes, my hair looks orangey-green... it's actually an incredibly dark brown color. And ignore my cheesy grin in a couple of the pictures that I am sharing with you today. =P BUT, BEFORE MORE PICTURES, LET ME TELL YOU A STORY! A true {{cough ISH cough}} story about an experience that I had.

I got out of the carriage, prepared for the battle. A man, holding beer in his hand was watching me the entire time. Who knows how many mugs of beer he's already had? I walked into the building, continuously wanting to go back. A large, dark-haired woman greeted me in a cold manner. "Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked me. I nodded my head, still wondering if I should really go through with this. "Come right over here." She said. I quietly followed, wanting to turn back, but not willing to humiliate myself so. She armed me with the necessary equipment, and then said, "Now, don't look up." I looked straight down. No turning back.

*snip, snip*

That was my over-dramatic version of getting a hair cut. I really got out of my blue man van, and the guy with the beer...the hair salon just happens to be right next to a liquor store, and the man was just getting into his car with his alcohol in hand, and yes, he WAS watching me. And I won't go into detail about the "large" woman, but she wasn't particularly nice, and she did poke my eye twice. I think she forgot I was human. And the don't look up thing...well, she actually said, "look down." Yeah... anyway, I got between 7 and 8 inches of my hair cut off. I really really really like my new hair cut, just not the way my hair sits... =P

Like I said, ignore the dorky smile... anywho, I hope you guys...liked this post. =P Have a great week! ~Lizzie

POST!

I POSTED, but alas...the time thing was all screwed up, so it's way down there. BUT, since I'm so nice: HERE'S THE LINK!

I also have a couple more coming...don't miss them. Or else. I will...not do anything...=P

I *WILL* POST!

Sorry guys! I was JUST about to give you those posts that I promised, when my mom said I couldn't be on the computer until I was caught up in math. So, I couldn't post...BUT, I PROMISE you, you will have at least ONE cool post by the end of the week, maybe two. Or three. =) I would do one now, but I'm wasting my time doing THIS instead, and I g2g take a shower, and then I'll eat supper, and then go to prayer meeting. So, I REALLY g2g, BYE!!! ~ME!

DRAGONS ON THE LOOSE!

PLEASE post this if you know someone who has been eaten by dragons. Dragons are nearly unstoppable, and in case you didn't know, they can totally breathe fire. 60% of people WON'T copy and paste this because they have already been eaten by dragons. 38% of people are sitting in the shower armed with fire extinguishers. The remaining 2% are awesome and will re-post this.

{Might I add, those percentages are only estimates. They forgot the 0.2% that was sitting at their computer, waiting for a dragon to come, so they could train it...=P My friends, Hiccup and Toothless are here to help me.}

{BTW, GRACE. DID YOU SEE THAT?! IT MEANS I *DO* HAVE AN IMAGINATION!!!}

Camille's Giveaway!

Cammille is having a giveaway! I can't wait to see who wins! She's giving 12 adorable prizes! Be sure to go check it out!

{posts are STILL coming soon!}

Post{s} on the Way!

Hey! I have two posts coming up! One is about me, and my life story. I'm about 3 sentences away from being done, but I need to take some out, because it became an absolutely ENORMOUS post, and it will probably be VERY boring. The other will be about a very . . . umm . . . let's just say it will be about an experience that I had. =P EDIT: Oh, and I'm not sure if this has annoyed anybody else, but I DO realize that there is no "newer" and "older" post buttons on my blog. I'm trying to get that fixed, along with a couple other things.

It's all a part of me, and that's who I am

Yellow! This is for anybody who WASN'T satisfied with reading JUST my profile. After all, those things can only hold so much information. I guess we'll begin with my life story. Well, what has occurred so far, that is.
I was born in Steamboat Springs, CO, and lived there for the first 7 years of my life. It was/is pretty much the awesomest place on earth. Well, I say that, because it's home. And because the country around there is BEAUTIFUL. I used to live right under a mountain. "The Sleeping Giant" to be exact. Well, other boring people call it "Elk Hill" but there's little scope for the imagination in that name, right? Anyway, my life there was really awesome. Climbing hills every day, tubing and snowmobiling in the winter, going down the road and wading in streams, and having picnics, ect. Like I said, it was pretty awesome. I forgot to mention: I have two older sisters, one five years older than me, and one four years older, and I was/am/probably will be homeschooled all my life.
Anyway, I had one friend who I loved VERY much. I always looked forward to Sundays and Wednesdays when I could see her. We were like pickles and mustard. Don't ask HOW we were like pickles and mustard, but we were. ANYWAY, we were really close. Like bread and butter, I guess. But then, bread and butter are only close when you PUT them together . . . sooo . . . we were like THIS. **crosses fingers** One night, a college group came over to our church, and did some fun stuff with the kids. The church was small enough that we didn't have, or need a regular children's programme {I LOVE THAT SPELLING!!}. At the end of the bible story, they asked if any of us wanted to come forward to accept Jesus as our Savior. I knew I hadn't done that, and I didn't see the need then, but I remembered my friend had said that SHE did it, and since we were best friends, we were supposed to do everything the same, right? So, I went and said a prayer, just to be like my best friend.
Well, a couple years later, we moved. Dad didn't really like his job, and so he decided to get a new one. In the city. Sorry to all you city lovers out there, but I really, really, really don't like it. In fact...I can't really name anything good about it. So, if you can help me see something cool about cities in general, PLEASE TELL ME!!! And in the middle of the great move...Mom had a baby. My dear little brother, Seth. <3 After a few months, we joined a very small church. When I say VERY, I mean very.
By this time I was really lonely. I had two sisters, who "lived" in the basement, and I was on the second floor. We pretty much only saw eachother during meal times. I felt like I wasn't really wanted in my family, because I didn't have any real friends at home. And I'd moved away from my best friend, and both of us pretty much hated writing, so we couldn't keep in touch that well. I got yelled at a lot, too. I guess I annoyed my brother. Like, a lot, and his annoyance annoyed everybody else, and they never realized how hard I tried to be a better sister. So, because Seth was always upset with me {sometimes for no reason}, I always got yelled at for every little thing, even if I had NOTHING to do with it. And since my sisters were always having a blast together, I felt left out, and useless.
After a couple years, our church moved to a place that was about 2 minutes from my house, and a few people stopped coming, including the family of one of my few real friends. So, it became a VERY EXTREMELY small church.
But there was somebody new there. An elderly lady, about 80 years old, who happened to have a bible club for kids in her house. Like, 4 houses down from me {and she'd lived there the WHOLE time...if that tells you anything about how social our neighborhood is}. So, I started going to the club.
One night, at the end, she asked all the kids to raise their hands if they knew they were saved. I'd been telling them I was truly saved for a LONG time. I started to think about it. What was being a Christian? What did it really mean to let God be your King? Was I going to heaven? I realized that I wasn't. I'd lied to myself - and everybody else - for years. That night, I made a choice. I chose to humiliate myself in front of all the people there, and not raise my hand...I chose to go into her kitchen, and I chose to pray. I chose to accept Jesus's free gift. I chose to let God take over my life. I chose God. March 26, 2007. That was the day I stopped dying. That was the day I started living. And looking back at that day, all I can say is: PRAISE THE LORD!<3!<3
About a year after that, we left our church for certain reasons.
I really didn't want to do that. Even though I didn't like the kids there, I DID NOT want to start looking for a new church to go to. I had memories of going to a new church, and if anybody DID talk to me, they had a "I'm-so-way-cooler-than-this-girl" attitude. There was one church that I really liked, but my family didn't. We started visiting different churches...boring churches. I thought the people were boring, the music was boring, and so were the sermons. But I was used to boring services, I only cared about the hard chairs. One week, Dad and Mom {how come people always say "Mom and Dad"??} decided to visit a church we'd tried to go to when we first moved here. When we first went we weren't impressed with it, and walked out. But since then, my sisters had gone to camp. They didn't go with a youth group, so they got put in with a random one. The one that happened to be from that very church. And my sisters said that it was the best youth group they had ever seen! Everybody seemed so hungry for God, and were focused on the right things.
So, we went there. The music was amazing. The congregational hymns had FEELING. Like the people actually meant what they were singing. The choir made mom cry. And I'm pretty sure the floor was vibrating on account of the orchestra. {Random fact about me: I can't say "vibrate" or any tense of the word. I always put an "a" in there. "viabrate" yeah...} I still can't get over the preaching. For the first time in my life, I couldn't get my attention OFF of the sermon! Pastor S had my full attention. It was the first time I remember kneeling before God, convicted on my sin at a church. And then Sunday school. I walked into the door and all the girls greeted me with smiling faces. They GREETED me. Of their own accord. And my Sunday School teacher actually seemed interested in me. I never knew what I'd been missing until I went there. And afterwards, my sisters told us about the youth group. Some of the kids formed their own little prayer groups. Of their own accord. {Without outside intervention, as my dictionary says.} So, eventually, we joined the church.
I was baptized at that church, and we're still attending there. And it's still as amazing as ever. Unfortunately, I had to leave my AWESOME Sunday School class, but I love my youth group, even if I miss the good old 4-6th grade class! I had an awesome time at camp in 2009, and 2010, and I got some things straightened out in my life, and got rid of a LOT of the bitterness I was carrying around in my heart. So here I come to 2011, and even though I'm not even a month in, God has been working a lot in my life.
So, this is pretty much where I am right now. =) I hope you enjoyed it! But I'm quite afraid it was probably very boring for you all. BUT, if any of you want more, I'll tell you random things about me.

1. I say random things in the middle of sentences. You might have already caught on to that.
2. I <3 food, ESP pickles and mustard. And I often go by the name "Anteater" because I eat ants...I really don't gross out easily, and I love holding bleeding worms in my hand. =D
3. I took a year of piano, a year of violin, and now I'm taking voice. I loved all 3, but voice is my favorite!
4. I don't have a favorite hymn - I love them all.
5. I don't listen to rock, jazz, rap, pop, or country music, even if the word "Christian" is in front of it.
6. I hate hats. Ok, I don't hate hats, in fact, I think hats are SUPER cute, but I can't bear to wear them.
7. I prefer dark chocolate over milk, but I love them both. My three favorite chocolitey things are chocolate chocolate chip ice cream, chocolate covered coffee beans, and dark chocolate with {dried} blueberries inside. <3
8. When it comes to berries {and grapes} I like them about 75% better when they're frozen. Even in the winter.
9. I've only found 2 pairs of comfortable pants - a pair of black shorts, which go just to my knee, and a pair of American Eagle jeans, which are only semi-sorta-kinda comfortable. So, I mostly wear skirts.
10. I prefer barefoot to any kind of shoe. And I rarely wear socks and/or slippers.
11. I am NOT sportsy. At ALL. I have three favorite games: Chain tag, do you know your neighbor, and trench dodge ball. All others are pure torture.
12. Speaking of games, I <3 CATCH PHRASE!!
13. I love, love, love, love, love <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 to IM. It's like...ya know, only the best thing EVER!!
14. Two of my very best friends live VERY, VERY far away. I currently hate Arizona, because it has taken away a few of my awesome friends, and I love Canada, because it holds amazingness condensed into one girl. {HEE, HEE, I LOOOVE YOU, HANNAH!!!}
15. Notice I said "very best friends". I have four "very best friends" and everybody else is my best friend. =) Believe it or not, one of my VBFs is 15, and another is 10. =P
16. I'm writing a book. I'm getting very close to the end, but it needs a LOT AND A LOT AND A LOT AND A LOT of editing. I'm also helping write a series about Narnia.
17. I am often called "The Girl With a Million Names" because I have a ton of nicknames. Lizzie, Lisa, Rachelle {the Random}, Elsey, {those two come from the books I'm writing}, anteater, mustard, zebra, Mr. Collins {AHHHH}, Thommy {Thom}, Angelica Marie {Angie}, T-Marie, TM, Trademark, Erzi, Erroneous, Lizzie-Lou, Peach Nuzz {don't even ask}, Penelope {still confused about this one. My brother calls me this, and has me call him Tim....I think it has something to do with airplanes, and ghosts}, Chicken {as in "MOOOO"}, Cocoa, Incon {as in inconceivable} , and a ton more. Take your pick, or make a new one. =P
18. I am not a cat lover. At all. There might be one or two good cats out there, who knows?
19. I <3 jewelry. And sweaters. I have a weakness for them.
20. Because of #19, Kohl's is my favorite store. They have AMAZING sweaters, and lovely jewelry.

That's all for now! I hope you weren't bored out of your minds! There's a lot more to know about me, but you will probably find out about it later. TTYL! ~The Girl With a Million Names { P.S. Tigger is my favorite Winnie the Pooh character, and I love the old Tom and Jerry shows!}

AHHH!!!!

Can anybody say "AWESOME GIVEAWAY"??? THIS GIRL did. TWENTY SIX things. WOWZERZ. So, DON'T GO ENTER THIS!!! I WANT TO WIN SOMETHING!!! ;-P Ok, ok....head on over and .... **sigh** I GUESS you can enter, if you REALLY want to. *wink* TTYL!! <3 style="text-align: center;">

Life is Sweet

1. Sweaters. I have WAY too many of them, and I love every single one to death2. Chocolate covered coffee beans. Need I say any more?? 3. Barefoot. Nothing is more fun than having people stare at you because you are barefoot {or wearing sandals} in the snow, while wearing your sweater. And I've only caught a cold from it once.4. Friends. And awesome rhyming convo's we have together. 5. My Creator, comforter, BFE {Best Friend Eternally} ECT. 6. Long skirts. Again, I just love it when people stare at me because I'm wearing a long, modest skirt. 7. SIIINGINGG!!! Words can't describe the feeling I get when I sing. 8. Forcing myself to read, and then getting to lost in another world, it's almost impossible to pull myself away. 9. Whipped cream on coffee. <3>10. Hair. *cough* Yeah, hair...have you ever realized what a comfort hair is? When I get mad, or really sad, I just go brush my hair. Or when I get bored, I style it, or cut it and rip it out. And REALLY ... it's even useful when trying to cover up the outcome of my chocolate covered coffee bean addiction, which is scattered all over my forehead right now... =P
Oh, and there's SO MUCH more!

I have awesomely amusing friends

HAHA, I was chatting with my amazing friend, Andrea, today, and somehow, we ended up {trying to} make everything rhyme. This is what we came up with:

(Some of it has been edited out, like links, or certain *special* words that have a *special* meaning that you all won't get, and aren't necessary to the conversation. But I did leave one)

me: *giggle* I'm back.

=P

I'm a yak.

Andrea: YAY FOR YAKS!

me: YAY FOR THE YAK PLAN, AND MAY ALL EPIC CANADIANS HAVE IT!!!

AND MAY THEY NEVER FALL INTO A PIT!!

Andrea: :D YAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!

me: And may all kind horses have much hay.

Andrea: :D are you ok?

me: I keep rhyming, if I may.

Andrea: {link}

I have green hair!

and part of my eye is green as well, but who cares?

4:21 PM me: It won't let me see it.

Andrea: really!?

OH NO!

ALL THE YAKS SHALL DIE!!!!!!!

me: I hope my friend, Kirsti isn't high.

Andrea: oh my!

Is Kirsti high?

Oh me oh my!

I feel as cheesy as swiss on rye! {SHE WAS}

me: How should I know? Her middle name isn't Joe...

Andrea: IT ISN'T JOE!? OH NO!

me: (Your rhyme was lame). I'm glad I don't have much fame.

Andrea: ERIN! SHAME! My rhyme was only slightly lame.

me: OUCH. MY EYES, MY EYES!!! THEY ARE IN PAIN!

Andrea: I'm sorry your eyes are in pain. But still, my ryhmes are not lame.

me: oh, STINK. Lame and pain only SLIGHTLY rhyme...

BUT, maybe I will rhyme better this time.

=P

My eyes are better now. I'm very glad they aren't the size of a cow.

Andrea: Silly goose! Weird, now I feel like Dr. Seuss... esquire.

me: And how was your day, may I inquire?

OMGOODNESS! WHAT SHALL I DO IF I HAVE TO GET GLASSES? AND THEN I'LL MATCH THAT GUY THAT SMASHES...

=P

You don't know that code..

word.

Andrea: My but I do hope you're insured.

me: Yes, but hopefully my eyes are completely cured.

Andrea: But for the moment, that is completely unsure.

me: OMSTARS, I'M LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF!!! I hope I don't come down with a cough.

Andrea: :D Then you'd have to go to the doctor's. But if you're uninsured, you're sure to fall out of stock. (???)

<--- ers

me: That made no sense, and had no elegance.

Andrea: I'm sure, Ms. Party-Pooper.

me: You've left me rhymless there, Ms. Andrea Trooper.

Andrea: :D I'm laughing breathlessly, but are you sure you're ryhmelessly

me: Do you mind if I post our chat on my blog? I'm growing tired of this city smog...

Andrea: Continuing in sorrow?

:D City shmog? City smog? There I ryhmed! You may post on your blog.

me: I will wait until tomorrow.

If you wish...

EW, I HATE RAW FISH!

Or may I do it today?

Andrea: I'm sorry, but I love chips and salsa and must decline to eat anywhere without... CHIPS AND SALSA!!!!!!!!!

(that was really bad, i know)

4:34 PM me: I don't have TV, so I can't watch that show.

4:37 PM Where is my rhymer? Did she go to check the cookie timer?

Andrea: Something along those lines. That cookie timer, which does not exist, was put on a blog, much like this.

me: What are you babbling about? I feel like letting out a shout.

Andrea: Don't do that! You would scare the rats!

me: Mother and Father are home. Our house isn't the shape of a dome.

Andrea: :D I love to eat icecream, especially when it's in a cone.

(HA!)

me: I have three new {lovely} skirts, and they are not hand sewn.

Andrea: :D i can't think of anything to rhyme right now.

anybody want a peanut?

me: MOOOOO. Did I sound like a cow?

Andrea: *smacks head on hand*

me: STOP DOING THAT, IT'S HIGH KING PETER'S COMMAND!!

Andrea: poor high king peter

me: We'll have to test his patience with a meter.

Andrea: :D and then he'll have to jump off a cliff when he fails anger management classes

me: But at least he doesn't have to wear glasses. Like that guy who smashes...

Andrea: ORANGES!

me: We've been here before. In our email. I bought those skirts on a 50% off sale.

Andrea: :D lol

me: My cat just meowed.

*that rhymed with "loud"

Andrea: you're really desperate, aren't you?

me: No, I'm not. Extremely warm = hot.

Andrea: If you're so hot, jump in the oven and be a tater tot.

me: You fail. Don't put a teddy bear in a pail.

Andrea: The pail is full of water right? I just hope it hasn't frozen through the night.

me: Yes, water indeed. For the African Children in need.

Andrea: I was going to say something, but it wasn't need (ed)

me: You could have said, "I was going to say something, but you weren't in need." AND STOP RHYMING WITH THE SAME WORD!

Andrea: :D

read the email

me: It is a trap into which you are being lured.

Andrea: :P Your language is not pure.

me: That didn't even rhyme. Try again, then suck a lime.

Andrea: It did too rhyme! You go lick... a rhyme!

HA!

me: See? You fail at this...and when I aim at a target, I miss.

Andrea: check your email.

me: I have an ugly finger nail.

I need to go. My sister needs the computer, and I don't want to shoot 'er.

Andrea: I'm sorry, but you really fail. If your nails did look like pails, they might be ugly, but they aren't, they're only sudsy. So sudsy are they, you could wash dishes all day, then eat some salad and hit the dishes with a mallet. You'll hit them with a mallet since your nails are tired of scrubbing. And all because your nails aren't ugly, all they are are sudsy! {see? She couldn't even make them rhyme!!!}

me: BYE!!

Andrea: bye!

me: AND DON'T GET HIGH!!

Andrea: I WON!

me: ON HOT KOOLAID!

me: AND I DON'T NEED AN EXTRA MAID!

Andrea: :P

me: <3

These messages were sent while you {I was} were offline.

5:05 PM Andrea: see ya! wouldn't want to be ya!
ME: STOP. RHYMING WITH SAME WORD. I NEED TO GO DO ...I think I should use a DIFFERENT rhyme... OH! OH! I have a friend who's a nerd!!