Lindy Cowart (*Note: Lindy was a member of the Student Blogger Staff from August 2009-April 2010.* )
Judson College - Freshman
Blows out 19 candles on February 28th, 2010
I've blogged almost my whole life- off and on.
I ride horses now - excitment.
I strongly believe in God and what the Bible tells us.
Not the average "party" Freshman by any means.
You should keep coming back! :D
Today in whole group Judson 101 class, Mrs. Fowler talked to us about alcohol and drugs. It is required by law, but it was great for us to hear it. Especially since so many college students get involved in such things as this.
She talked of how she grew up in a dry county and how she was sheltered from the knowledge of this substance. It reminded me of a short essay that we read in English one day about alcoholism.
As I write this I can not remember the title, but I do remember the subject and author's feelings. When he was young he grew up with an alcoholic of a father. While he was never abusive, he would often blame the people around him, his mother would pick fights with him after the children were believed to be asleep. Only did his father sober up when there was a large event going on like his high school graduation. He grew up with a sense of guilt, feeling it somehow his fault that his father behaved in such a manner. What had he done to make his father drink so heavily and to not even attempt to fully recover from this addiction? In relation to this feeling I wrote a paper, my best of all time I believe, about my mother's smile and facial expressions. I always felt so influenced by them as I grew up. Did I not do a chore she secretly wished I had? Did I do something to disappoint her? My goodness, what could I do to make her happy and to see a smile on her face, to hear her hum and sing in the kitchen?
As I go about my life here, where I have finally began to actually look at the trees around campus (I have never seen such gorgeous and vibrant colors in all my life) and see inside myself deeper than I had previously which I thought was impossible, I now understand that she had not meant a single negative thing by not smiling, but I still feel the need to impress and, in any way possible, to maintain her happiness. I still call her to say what I am doing which I am slowly learning that I do not have to do. I constantly want wonderful grades to show her my thanks for paying for the fees my scholarship did not cover.
May your wits be about you, yet your feet on the clouds,
Okay so according to this: "91% of Americans eat turkey on Thanksgiving Day,"not everyone likes Turkey. Maybe you prefer ham? Or roast beef? Possibly just veggies? Well, nevertheless, I decided to gather some facts about our feathered friends that we all so willingly invite to our Thanksgiving dinner table (or lunch table at our house!) along with others. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
Americans feast on 535 million pounds of turkey on Thanksgiving.
Benjamin Franklin wanted the turkey to be our national bird.
Domesticated turkeys cannot fly, however wild turkeys can fly up to 55 miles per hour over short distances.
Only male (tom) turkeys gobble. Females make a clicking noise. The famous gobble is actually a seasonal mating call.
The heaviest turkey ever raised weighed in at 86 pounds – about the size of a German Shepherd! (But turkeys are normally not used as police animals.)
A turkey under 16 weeks of age is called a fryer. A five to seven month old turkey is called a roaster.
The Turkey Trot, a ballroom dance in the 1900s, was named for the short, jerky steps of the turkey. It became popular mainly because it was denounced by the Vatican as "suggestive."
Turkeys are known to spend the night in trees! (Maybe to escape the Thanksgiving table?)
Turkeys can drown if they look up when it's raining! (So much for swimming...)
A turkey's field of vision is 270 degrees--one of the main reasons they're able to elude some hunters.
The average age of the Mayflower passenger was 32. The oldest Mayflower passenger was 64.
There was no milk, cheese, bread, butter or pumpkin pie at the original Thanksgiving Day feast.
Contrary to popular belief, the Pilgrims did not have big buckles on their clothing, shoes, or hats.
Buckles did not come into fashion until the late 1600s – more appropriate for the Salem Witchcraft trial time period.
The cranberry got its name because the pale pink blossoms on the plant resembled a crane’s head and neck. The name craneberry stuck, eventually becoming cranberry.
Fresh cranberries are ideal for cranberry sauce. Cranberries of the highest quality will always bounce! (I so didn't think that was possible. I must try this.)
President Abraham Lincoln established the original date for our National Thanksgiving Day celebration in 1863.
President Thomas Jefferson scoffed at the idea of establishing a national “Thanksgiving Day.” (Gasp! He actually thought it was "...the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.")
Congress did not declare Thanksgiving a national holiday until 1941.
The average person consumes 4,500 calories on Thanksgiving Day. (Now that's a lot of food!!)
Gobble, Moo, Oink, or neither, I hope your Thanksgiving was scrumptious!
May your wits be about you, yet your feet on the clouds,
I love candles! My favorites have got to be any from Yankee Candle. My, I was just in the store the other day and my boyfriend saw that they had brought back a scent that had been previously discontinued called Banana Nut Bread. Apparently, his mother had fallen in love with it and was saddened when they were taken off the store shelves. Right now in my dorm room is a wonderful Pomegranate Cider I received as a present from him. It smells quite delicious! Hopefully this year during my Christmas break I can attempt to make some sort of cider. I also hope to go see the Christmas lights in neighborhoods.
I digress.
I am fascinated by the whole idea that you can recreate true smells like coffee and incorporate it into a wax. There is one I wish to get my mother the next time I visit, if there is one on the shelves that is, that smells of coffee. For those who do not know, my mother is a coffee fanatic. She makes the strongest coffee known to man, I believe. Not anything like the coffee here at Judson - I can actually drink that. Then, there are those candles that just don't make sense. Like "Fireside." It makes me laugh how I imagine it to smell some how smokey - it indeed did not. Truly, you all should go visit your local mall and smell the entire fall collection, my favorites. There is just something about the flicker of a candle's flame that entices the warmth bundled in your heart that invokes holiday spirit and home made Christmas cookies. Sorry to be involving so much of this post in my home life. I truly just want to be home with the people I love and that I can enjoy the holiday adventures that are possible.
May your wits be about you, yet your feet on the clouds,
So, pageant came and went (I am sorry for being a slacker of a blogger, but please see previous post). The play itself was titled, "Into the Woods." The Jr./Soph. class did a wonderful job! Everyone worked so well together and fit like peices to a puzzle, wow! Ryan Dowling, fellow blogger, did a briliant job as director. I know she put a whole lot of hard work into it and many stressful days and nights came and went for her. I am sure that having a sweet heart like her assistant director helped very much though. Apparently, there is a lot that this blogger has to ponder over. How are we as a freshman class to pick our play? Who will we have as director? Will our class do well together or clash? Upper classmen have told me that we should not worry about this till April. That is a relief, but at the same time I want to get it over with so we can have everything set out.
Oh and Pop-in night was a blast. A word to the wise: Don't wear high heels; your feet will begin to hurt!
I am doing fine. I know it is well past October, but I could not let this blog go undone. I have an English paper I need to be working on still and I am actually considering a double major in English and history. I still have time to think it over, but it would be a lot easier on me if I went ahead and could decide ... now. I'm starting to get messy and forgetful with things so I know it is time for a break. I have not forgotten about blogging, so stay with me! I promise to not be a slacker with this much longer people.
May your wits be about you, yet your feet on the clouds,
