Thursday, September 30, 2010

Theophilus, Marianne, Mulberry

This is how they prefer to sleep...on top of one another.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Question: What's black and white and in full supply at the Lighthouse?

Answer: Puppies.

Two of Sally's pups
A few days ago, Clarissa's border collie had an unexpected litter of seven puppies.
And last night, Sally had her litter...three pups.
Altogether, there are five males and five females. They all have similar coloring, but the border collie's pups are quite a bit bigger than Sally's.
So, does anyone will anyone want a puppy in a few months? Both mothers are very sweet-tempered, and I guess the dad is nice, too. He's very...bouncy.
More pictures to come.
If I decide not to be a lazy bum.
Random and terrible fact: Between now and when Babes in Toyland is over, the Light family only has two nights that are not busy...tonight being one of them. Yikes.

what He did

Do you want to know what God did last night?

He studded grasses with diamonds.

He wove intricate lace patterns.

He draped delicate strands of pearls on our flowers.

More lace.

More gorgeous lace.

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses;

And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,

And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
I would like a better camera. I've been entering to win one whenever the Pioneer Woman gives one away, but I never win. The pictures above would be about 95% lovelier if I had a better camera...:/

Monday, September 27, 2010

I just discovered that Rolla has a visitor's site:

To tell the truth, it's pretty cool. It makes Rolla look like a pretty spiffy place to live.

Which it is.

I think.

I guess I've never thought of Rolla as a 'spiffy' place.

The only lame thing about the site is that in the list of places to shop, Wal Mart is listed.

Can't you just see some Arkansas family stumbling upon and saying, "Hey, ya'll! Let's go to Rolla; they have a Wal Mart."

That was mean. I like Arkansas people. I'm hoping to be an Arkansas person next school year.

Oh, dear.

I'm going to come back with an accent.

Oh, dear.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

An Attractive Picture

Taken right after my wisdom teeth were removed. For the record, I have no memory of this picture being taken...I was still under the influence of some sort of drug. I think it's funny.

Friday, September 24, 2010


...things that I am waiting for, both patiently and impatiently:

1. Christmas music, and the smell of apple cider on the stove.

2. The day I learn to play this glorious instrument.

3. College.

4. Our dishwasher to be fixed.

The caption makes me smile: "Most husbands help with dishes"

I dearly hope they do. I sure could use a husband with all of the dishes that I have to wash tonight.

5. This.

6. And this. Well, not the cowboy. Just the mountains.

And maybe the cows.

7. Snow.

I love it when it's snowy and the sky turns purple like in the picture above.

8. 2010. I believe in you, boys!! It's possible...anything's possible...
I think. It might be too late.
They just went through an incredibly long dry patch where they didn't hit ANYTHING.
At all.
They're getting better. Albert hit two homers last night.

9. For this man to show up at my house and sing to me.

I'm serious.

10. Our fall camping trip. I miss these girls.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

a quote

Pink Tulip

A flower is relatively small. Everyone has many associations with a flower - the idea of a flower. You may put out your hand to touch the flower - lean forward to smell it - maybe touch it with your lips almost without thinking - or give it to someone to please them. Still - in a way - nobody sees a flower - really it is so small - we haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time. If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see what I see because I would paint it small like the flower is small.

So I said to myself - I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it -

-Georgia O'Keefe

Yellow Sweet Peas

Hug O' War

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

-Shel Silverstein

Monday, September 20, 2010

jenna's alarm troubles

Every morning, my phone alarm wakes me up.

I have developed a terrible habit of ignoring the alarm and going back to sleep.

It's dreadful. I've tried putting my phone across the room, so that I have to get out of bed to turn it off, but that doesn't work. I've tried turning the volume up all the way so it's really obnoxious, but that only prompts me to turn it off faster... I've even tried recording myself saying something along the lines of, "Jenna. Seriously. You need to go practice your music. Get up. Now. Seriously." That was more annoying than the obnoxiously loud alarm.

And now! As if I need any more grief in the process of waking up on time!!

The past two Monday mornings at 6:20, my alarm rings. And both times, I legitimately thought that it was SUNDAY, and went back to sleep. Then I end up waking at 7:30, which, on a Sunday, would be just fine....but on a school day, waking up at 7:30 means that I'm 15 minutes behind schedule already.

It's awful. I need to figure out a way to stop it!!

Sunday, September 19, 2010


My hair is too long to put up into the cute clippy-uppy-sticky-uppy thingy. I doubt anyone knows what I'm talking about. Just trust's too long to do it.

When some kids go to college, they get a tattoo or something to prove their independence and be rebellious. I think I'm going to cut my hair off...Seriously. Just chop all of it off. That's my act of rebellion. I like it.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,

As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -
A poem should be motionless in time,
As the moon climbs.
A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history and grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be.
Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

This piano needs to be in my house. I don't even care if it plays at all. It is the earliest French grand piano known to survive; made by Louis Bas, France, 1781. It is also beautiful and green. It needs to be in my living room.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling.
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
And when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy,
I love you so.


You should come to Pizza Inn tonight. The Rolla Church of Christ youth group will be serving you...and that includes me! We're raising money for World Vision's 30 Hour Famine, a program devoted to feeding the starving children of the world. $1 can feed and care for a child for one day...that's one more day of living, one more day of laughing, one more day of living, and one more day that the child might hear about a man called Jesus.

20% of the profit and all tips will go to feed these children. Tonight, 5:00-8:00, bring your appetites (and your wallets!....that was supposed to be funny...), come eat pizza (and laugh at my poor waitressing skills..???), and save a life! Thanks!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri

'Tis seven long years since last I saw you
Away, you rolling river
'Tis seven long years since last I saw you
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri

the boy

He fell asleep in the floor while watching Cars.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

peter pan

My main stress in life at the moment is: growing up.

I hate it.

I hate it more than anything.

I can't stop. I can't just stay home the rest of my life and be a parasitic child and have lots of fun in Fine Linen shows, taking music lessons, reading....but never going to college and never moving forward.

This morning I'm taking the ACT for the second time. I'm not too apprehensive about it, but I have to drive myself and check myself in, and I'm not sure that I like doing things like this without my mommy. Is this a sign that I've been homeschooled all my life?

I don't like doing the grownup things. I don't like having to make decisions, important decisions even, by myself. I don't like having responsibility.

Maybe it's because I'm a year ahead in school. I'm not sure, but it seems to me that most sixteen-year-olds don't have to deal with a bunch of the stuff that I'm going through right now. A lot of it is figuring out the plan for college, but most of it is emotional. I just never realized how blessed I was to be educated at home until now, and I don't feel like I've had enough time with my family. And what am I going to do after college? Will I live at home again, as if I never left in the first place? Maybe. Chances are I'll get married someday. But when? I'll probably look for, and eventually find a job after graduating. But where? Not in Rolla, surely. In Missouri? Possibly. Do college gradutes, fresh with a degree, just run off to a corner of the country and find a job somewhere and start a new life? That seems terribly reckless to me....although in reality I'd love to do that. Find a little, quiet mountain town in central-ish Colorado; find a job teaching at the high school.

My stomach is in knots. Pray for me.

Isn't is a terrible feeling, when something you despise just keeps happening and happening and you are completely unable to stop it?

I just want to stay home! I'm too young to leave, right? I'll be seventeen, and then turn eighteen my freshman year.

I'm just writing in circles. I need to go brush my teeth.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

O Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise;
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove,
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come;
And I hope by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home;
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee;
Never let me wander from Thee,
Never leave the God I love...
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

One of my eyelids is slightly swollen.
I have no idea what caused it.
I'm holding an ice cube on my eye to try to reduce the swelling.
My eyeball is freezing.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

I'm reading some Chaucer in school.
And the text I'm reading is Middle English.
And if I read for too long I start to get a headache.
The joys of British Lit.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

family pictures...thanks Mrs. Parrett!

Pictures from the photo session over the weekend. All of the cousins were in town to celebrate Grandma and Grandpa Gillett's 50th anniversary!
Baby Dailey Vernon

I love this one.

Davin and Dailey

Grandma and Grandpa...the cake is (intentionally) very similar to their wedding cake.

Kate and Elizabeth

Grandma and Grandpa :)

Random gorgeous shot of Becca

New baby Dailey, Brian, Davin, Melissa

Uncle Richard, Little Richie, Aunt Kristie, Nickie, Davin, Melissa, Melissa's husband Brian, and new baby Dailey!

Grandma and Grandpa, Dad, Becca, Mom, little mischievous Matthew, me, Meredith, Clarissa


The Gilletts: Uncle Dan, Aunt Leigh, Elizabeth, Joseph, John and Kate

All of the grandchildren, plus Grandma and Grandpa

The little sister

The handsome little brother
Every time I cross my ankles, I cross my right ankle over my left ankle. Always.
I'm going to try to start crossing the left over the right.
Just to mix things up a little bit.