Verja the Lost Jungle Bunny

Ever had one of those nights where...

a) You know you won't get to sleep, so you decide to count the ceiling tiles.

b) You find the urge to jump out of bed and start to do jumping-jacks.

c) Find the pocket game you hid under your pillow for this purpose, and decide to try for a high-score.

d) All of the above.

(Yes, I know I sound like some sort of infomercial for some sleeping medicine.)

Well, I have... Every night until last night. And the reason is because I do not burn off my energy. I spend many of my after-school hours on....Club Penguin. So, I SORT OF exercise, I mean, I type a lot...Isn't that kind of keeping your fingers in shape? Well, it hasn't been working.
So, I have started something that has gotten me results. I am doing my mother's work-out DVDs. I want to do them every day, but I don't want to kill myself with it.... Still, it is much better. I DON'T go to bed at 11, stare at the ceiling, sleep for three to five hours, and wake up and its morning...NO MORE! The workouts have been working for me. They help me a lot. Why have I not been asleep? Because I haven't been using my psychic energy that I have naturally. I am a ball of psychic energy, therefore, I HAVE to move as much as possible. That is why, when I am doing school, I am always moving around. Because I have the urge to MOVE! I do not dance. I jump, run, skip, and anything else that involves moving besides dancing. Mom has us doing extra school (blech) , so I haven't been getting out of it early in order to go outside. JOY!! NOT!
My friends come around asking if I can come out, and I still have 5 more pages EXTRA in Social Studies, 4 pages EXTRA in Science, and 6 more pages EXTRA in English. Not to mention the 3 pages of Math, and the 7 pages in Bible. Yay. (Mom?? Did you get the EXTRA EXTRA message??)

So, the exercising has been helping me a lot. If you are having sleepless nights, I highly recommend some sort of exercising, whether its aerobics, walking, jogging, anything!! IT WILL HELP YOU! That quote is from my exercise director from the DVD. I love it!!!

Keep Smiling!

Jayde

I haven't posted in quite a while, yes, I know. That point has been made. I have been on Club Penguin and doing school. The busy things that are necessary (supposedly). However, I learned to eat, play, walk, read, talk and work without knowing about the Boston Tea Party. All of the things necessary to live, I learned them without knowing school. So, is it REALLY that necessary?

And, now I have to go again... I promise to try and post more often....I will try, and I will ask my mom to remind me.

Love To All!

Bookworm4Life

I have gotten comments wanting to know who my penguins on CP are.

First, I have gorjusone. She changes colors all the time, she is a secret agent, and she has a light blue puffle named Truffle.

Second, Pudgy2233 changes colors a lot, has a red puffle named Chili, and she is a secret agent as well.

I am almost always connected. And I am almost always in the first available server. For Example:
Say the first five servers are FULL. I am usually in the first open one. I don't pay attention to the names of them, so I have no favorite room.

There you have it. Hope to meet you on there sometime.

Love!

Jayde

I am sick again. I caught a fever as soon as the conference at Trinity Baptist Church was over. At the hotel, then we left the next day. Halfway home, Mom and Dad dropped me off at my Aunt Pam's to go to the Florida State Fair with them. I felt fine while I was there. When I got back, however, I didn't want to eat anything, I was burning up, yet shivering like I was in the Antarctic. I ran a fever of 104, so Aunt Pam laid cold, wet rags on my face and later called my Dad to take me back to be in my parents' hands. Mom likes it best when I am right there so she can hug me or drop some strong, revolting raspberry medicine down my throat. I took a hot shower and rinsed myself in cold water, and then I slept the entire day yesterday. I feel much better, but the fever still continues to rise. It is not completely gone. My cough is not as deep as it was. The first time, it looked and felt like it might have been a redo of my tonsilitis, but, thank God, no.

My fever has definitely gone down. It's probably about 103. It might actually still be 104. Who knows? I feel very warm, but my wonderful mother bought me some cookies' n 'cream ice-cream for my parched throat. I had some of that this morning, and watched a little bit of food network. It cooled down my insides quite a bit, and the Ibuprofen my Aunt Pam gave me kicked in on the drive home, so I slept a little bit in the car.

My areas of the room are a mess, and I want to clean it, but I feel limp as a scrub-rag. Every couple of minutes my head starts to nod off, and my fingers stop typing, but it is not because I am tired. It's because my head hurts and it feels nice just to close my eyes.

Mom woke me up yesterday to give me some Tylenol Nite-Time medicine that tasted like rotten strawberries, but after I had a sip of water I fell back to sleep. That's what mothers are for!

Aunt Pam knew something was wrong with me immediately after the fair because I was completely quiet, and I was dragging. Completely unlike me. So, once we got back to her house that night she knocked me out with Ibuprofen pills and Tylenol PM. I ate ice-chips and yogurt and I started to feel better. They drove me to West-Shore Mall Parking Lot and returned me to my Dad who was parked there, ready to take me back home. It was about 2:00 PM yesterday when we came back, I hopped in the shower, and slept the entire time. I am glad, though, that no 8-year-old came to the door and asked if I could come out as they usually do around here...

I slept with my brand-new Valentine's Day puppy that says 'I Love This Much' on his sides. I have been taking pictures with my new Canon digital camera. It is very high-tech and even adjusts automatically to see pictures diagonally, upside-down, etc. I got it from Trinity Baptist Church, and speaking of which, I need to write them a Thank You letter soon. That church is very generous and humble, and there is no limits to their giving. I got fifty bucks from them, and after the service I got another twenty bucks from a lady who's name I can't recall at this minute. I have to write that great church a nice note when I am well and I can write with a pen decently.

Well, I am going to play on Club Penguin and then I will go lay down on the couch.

The chicken-noodle soup I had helped a lot, too.

Thanks, Aunt Pam! Thanks, Shane! Thanks, Uncle Augustin! I had a great time at the fair, it was just the after-part that I felt miserable. Love to all!

Jayde

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A CHOCOHOLIC WHEN:

1. You eat at least three pieces of chocolate a day, or are grumpy when you can't.
2. Have a chocolate screen-saver or background (KATIE!!).
3. You would rather fall in chocolate than fall in love.
4. You always have chocolate in your fridge.
5. Just thinking of milky, smooth chocolate makes you drool.
6. You dream about chocolate.
7. The first thing that comes to your mind when you picture a vending machine, is the Snicker bar collection inside it.
8. You are on a diet, and you google 'pictures of chocolate' just to relieve your fat-filled, sugary-sweet craving.
9. You have the super power of hearing the voice of chocolate.
10. You can recite all of the world-class chocolate brands in your sleep.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A CAFEHOLIC WHEN:

1. You won't speak to anyone until you at least smell coffee.
2. You start planning your diet, tell yourself no coffee, get mad, and write coffee down again. You'll just use low-fat milk or NO milk at all. And Splenda.
3. You are angry when you see Starbuck's sign changing from 'open' to 'sorry, we're closed'.
4. You go to someone's house for a party, they tell you that they have soft-drinks only, and you still say coffee without knowing it. Then, you realize what they said, and say, well, coffee IS soft!
5. Your favorite thing to do when you are bored is drink coffee.
6. You get millions of coffee-mugs for holiday presents.
7. Someone is out of coffee, and they come to you, because you are NEVER out.
8. You don't put the sugar, cream or machine away, and you leave it out in the morning. You know you'll be back for more in the next five minutes, so what's the point??

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A BLOGAHOLIC WHEN:

1. You type your Blogger username or password into the microwave accidentally.
2. You write your posts in your head when you can't get to the computer.
3. You think of 'sitemeter' as your friend.
4. You have blogger dashboard as a desktop.
5. You know what HTOITA and ROTFL and TYVM mean, and you use them frequently in comments.
6. You'd rather comment on someone's blog than talk to them personally.
7. The only way for other people to get to you (instead of email) is to comment on your blog.
8. You can memorize a post better than someone's full name.
9. You have calluses on your typing fingers.
10. You are reading this, nodding, and getting ready to comment.

Thanks for Reading!

Love To All!

God Bless You!

JAYDE

1. You can't answer the question, "Where are you from?"
2. You think that barrels make good end tables, and think that barrels make good night stands.
3. 011 is a familiar area code.
4. The vast majority of your clothes are hand-me-downs.
5. People send you used tea bags in the mail.
6. You speak two languages, but can't spell either.
7. You flew before you could walk.
8. The U.S. is a foreign country.
9. You embarrass yourself by asking what swear words mean.
10. You have a passport, but no driver's license.
11. You watch National Geographic specials and recognize someone.
12. You have a time zone map next to your telephone.
13. You don't know how to play Pac-Man.
14. You consider a city 500 miles away to be "very close."
15. Your life story uses the phrase "Then we went to..." five times.
16. You prefer a Land Rover to a Lexus.
17. You watch nature documentaries, and you think about how good that would be if it were fried.
18. You can cut grass with a machete, but can't start a lawnmower.
19. You think in grams, meters, and liters.
20. You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.
21. You go to the U.S., and get sick from a mosquito bite.
22. You send your family peanut butter and Kool-Aid for Christmas.
23. You worry about fitting in, and wear a native wrap around the dorm
24. National Geographic makes you homesick.
25. You have strong opinions about how to cook bugs.
26. You read the international section before the comics.
27. You live at school, work in the tropics, and go home for vacation.
28. You don't know where home is.
29. Strangers say they can remember you when you were "this tall."
30. You grew up with a maid.
31. You do your devotions in another language.
32. You sort your friends by continent.
33. You keep dreaming of a white Christmas.
34. "Where are you from?" has more than one reasonable answer.
35. The nationals say, "Oh, I knew an American once..." and then ask if you know him or her.
36. You aren't terribly surprised when you do.
37. You are grateful for the speed and efficiency of the U.S. Postal Service.
38. You realize that furlough is not a vacation.
39. You'd rather never say hello than have to say goodbye.
40. You wince when people mispronounce foreign words.
41. You've spoken in dozens of churches, but aren't a pastor.
42. Furlough means that you are stuffed every night... and have to eat it all to seem polite.
43. You realize that in Australia, statement 42 would be very rude.
44. You commit verbal faux pas, as demonstrated in statement 43.
45. Your parents decline your cousin's offer to let them use his BMW, and shoehorn all six of you into an old VW Beetle instead.
46. You stockpile mangoes.
47. You know what real coffee tastes like.
48. The majority of your friends never spoke English.
49. Someone bring up the name of a team, and you get the sport wrong.
50. You bundle up warmly, even in the middle of summer.
51. You are here reading this, reminiscing, when you could be anywhere else on the net.
    

I believe about 97% of these, and I can relate to them. Katie probably can, too... And Marina....And Jackie....And so on.... All missionaries will get a chuckle out of this..Especially MKs.

My favorite one is 46. You stockpile mangoes. Because I do!!!

Love!

Jayde