If I were the ruler of the sky

If I were the ruler of the sky,
The laws of gravity I would defy.
I'd swoop and soar and breathe the air,
And live as though there weren't a care,
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the ruler of the sky,
I'd bring a friend
And play to the end
Of a day lived way up high,
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the ruler of the sky,
I'd meet with a sunset of July,
And with that friend I took with me
Taste the flavors of clouds we'd see,
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the ruler of the sky,
The storms would rage way up high.
And way down low, and quite nearby,
The trees would sing a sweet reply,
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the ruler of the sky,
I think pure happiness would be mine.
To be quite free... To roam as I please...
To get where I want to with such ease...
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the ruler of the sky,
I would see the beauty of nature, through God's eye.
I would see the mountains, climb with ease,
Hear the oceans, feel the breeze,
If I were the ruler of the sky.

If I were the master of the earth,
And could cross deserts in a leap of mirth,
Why travel would be just fine,
With the lands in total possession of mine,
If I were the master of the earth.

If I were the captain of the sea,
And controlled the waves all around me,
I'd sail and I'd swim as far as I could,
And need no boat made out of wood,
If I were the captain of the sea.

If I were the sailor of the winds,
I'd never be captured, I always would win.
I'd whip and I'd fly as fast as could be,
Free to rejoice, free to be me,
If I were the sailor of the winds.

If I were the sailor of the winds,
I could blow and be heard, or sit and be still,
For try as you might, the wind always will
Be free and at ease, you can never distill
Nor capture the wind, so I would be fine,
If I were the sailor of the winds.

Of all the things that "If I could be",
The wind, or the land, the sky, or the sea,
There's really no other that I'd rather be
Than the one that I am, the girl that is Me.
I choose what I want, I love to be free.
But what of the things that "If I could be"?

What can I captain to gain a reward?
I Live, and I Learn, each day is explored.
And of all the elements that I have implored,
I'll never give up for any huge fee,
The choice to be mine, the great chance to be
The Master of My Destiny. :)

Laughing is Good. :) [for you]

So... I wrote this, and planned on posting it the day after this happened.  However, since I am easily sidetracked, here we are, an entire two weeks and two days after the fact.  Here's what happened. :S ;)

So I had a party.  Technically a birthday party, but it was fun. :) At one point in time, haha, we were all gathered around a table, and each could contribute one word to a story.  This is that story.

Once there was a green piccolo who wrote a thing called veheauxsahutzits. (Scott's word) And it partied all day. Woo! -Hoo!
Seven and a half years they consumed mountain rhinoscerousssesesz. Backwards, and-upside-down. Spectacullarly PREGNANT, sometimes things burned uncontrollably in a-lot-of-pressure,-with-a-lot-of-hyphens. triskadekkaphobia.
[The end.]

That was the story, and I never laugh harder than when I am with the Choir Kids.  Seriously! :) Ahh...but it's good laughing.  The kind where your face hurts, tears stream, and you have to get up and leave to get a drink you're laughing so hard, but you have to be careful 'cause you might accidently spray the drink when you remember why you were laughing... Ahh...


Thanks to those that played with my little sister and made her feel like she was on top of the world, being included in this all 18 year-older sister's birthday party...she'll probably talk of nothing else for days.  Oh, we traded shoes around, cause a lot of us wore flip flops.  So, Lissy decided to trade as well- this is what she ended up with.

She reminds me of a character from I think it's Richard Scary's stories? That one worm that hops around with one shoe? :)

We played Ninja Attack, the neighbors probably think I'm completely nuts, but hey, what are friends without a little flavor in your life, eh?  It was a fun game...my little siblings thought it was a hoot!

So, as many of you know, I love sunsets.  We happened to have a good one last night, too, and all went out to see it.  I think they're trying to get a picture of it in this video...I just thought it was funny. :)

BTW...here's some visible pictures of what they were trying to capture. ;)

Hey, look- a smiley face. :)

In the gazebo was a little table with some sweet girls in it, and they made a sign, but sadly didn't put it up. :-/
I have tried and tried, and can't get the page to scan right.  Here's what it said.

GIRLS' CLUBHOUSE
                  NO
   boys
        ALLOUD

 I love the spelling of "allowed"....haha.


Nancy mastered the art of picking up M&M's with the back side of the spoon...you know, you usually use the caved-in side...she, defying all possible logical laws successfully (somehow) scooped several (not at the same time that I saw) on, and ate them!! Nancy, you are my favorite. :) (Woo-hoo!!) ;)


And...they sang Happy Birthday, Choir Style.  Meaning, you may choose a key at the beginning, but please sing in any other key besides that, as fast, slow, loud, louder, monotone or modulating as you'd like. Twice.  John, I like your style.  Clap, fast, short, lets eat.  :D haha...


We fit five people onto my porch swing...and didn't fall through.  I was actually pretty amazed...and we probably shouldn't do that again. ;)

All in all, good company, good times, good food, good friends.  Thanks to those that came and made my (late) birthday celebration a good one.  You're awesome, and boy, if this life is good, Heaven must be completely-mind-blowingly-AWESOME!!!!! ;) Ahh...man, I'm so excited.  It's gonna be a blast.

(I know it's not everyone, but it was who was there at the time)

Keep smiling.  It's enjoyable.  Keep Laughing.  It's good [for you]. Life is good. The End, of a great beginning. :)


Don't eat bugs. [that's just gross if you do]


Much love,
Jenna. aka. Jennenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenna :)


Love Me.

A Sudden Realization...

...And it was as I was listening to "Not so Fireproof" from How To Train Your Dragon this morning...that stingrays are just like dragons.  Mannerisms, viewpoints from humans...a main difference being that the one lives underwater and doesn't typically blow fire from their mouths.  ;) :D haha.  But, just thought I'd share that epiphany I just had. :)  So, yeah.

Love, Me.

Underwater Dogs

Do not be alarmed, nor allow yourself to be thrown off by the so-called "Bizarre" title.  Just read on. :)

So my family and I went to The Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy today.  At first I was like, "Eh, whatever", mostly because I'm usually pretty indifferent concerning fish.  I mean, I've only just barely been able to stand eating a small bit of fish when we go out to eat.  I do have three pet goldfishies, though. ;)  And several Beta's...in separate bowls, of course.  But that's beside the point.  Point, [Squirrel!] :-p I wasn't incredibly excited to go to the aquarium this morning, but once we got there...it was pretty neat. :)

We got there in time to watch the octopus and penguin feedings, that was interesting.  And the jellyfish were cool.  I mean, they're basically brainless blobs with the ability to shock and possibly kill people...whoa...that's epic... ;-) but still, they're fascinating.

There was one of those animal presentations where they had the parrots talk, that was cool.  One imitated a UFO...haha, Senior All Night Party... ;)  They also brought out a scorpion, boa and cockroaches...hmmm.

My all-time favorite were the Stingrays. :)

They had four of them in a small pool thing with some other fish, and you could "pet" them.  At first I just stood by the edge and watched the other little kids splash around in the water.  Then, one came up and of all the people around the edge, came up the edge and splashed around and waved to me, saying "hi".  He pretty much won my heart from then on, as he'd swim around the edge of the pool, occasionally approach others around the edge, then continue to come back to me and wave at me, and allow me to admire and pet him.  Sometimes the other three would splash up, too, but this one had a certain level of curiosity inside and I understood what someone meant when they compared stingrays to dogs.  Curious, playful, and generally fairly domestic.  It was hard to imagine these organisms with the capability to seriously injure someone. 

Here's a video, I'm sorry it's dark and kind of hard to see it, but it's the stingray that I'd play with, you can kind of see him wave along the edge at the end of the video.  Hope the video works at all :-p

What surprised me was their texture.  It wasn't slimy per se, and it wasn't grimy or sandy or rough on the main wing part.  It wasn't velvety exactly, but it was smooth, almost creamy would be the better adjective, I'd say.  Gliding.  Like when you turn the water half-way on in the sink and let it run over your hands, kind of like that.  Or, if you've ever cleaned out a fishbowl, and felt the algae along the edge, it's comparable to that, but Better!! ;) haha. [South America! It's just like America...but South!!]  This is a really funny blog post.  But, if you've ever interacted with Stingrays...I think you may understand better what I mean and how incredibly loving they really are.  They are...beautiful...amazing...and sadly misunderstood and stereotyped into the Extremely Dangerous, kill-upon-meeting category.  While, like dragons, yes, they are dangerous upon extreme provocation, they bear the endearing quality of a four year-old with the ability to soften anyone's heart and introduce delightment into the lives of those around them, once the mysterious surreal-ness wears off, and you reach out in spite of yourself and touch them.  Ahhhhh man, they're just amazing. :)  Definately on my Highly Unlikely to Achieve as Personal Pets list, along with Toothless, horses, and wolves.  But, hey.  What's life without wishing, eh?

Anyhow, that's my update as of today, which also happens to be Thursday, I'm reminded.  Oh, wow, I still haven't put up the post from the 9th!? I'll get on that...Ohhhh...which reminds me, there's A LOT of things I need to get on...bahhhhhh.....

Right. Well, have fun, enjoy life, enjoy the sunsets, that's what they're there for.  That, and I also believe they're the result of energy meeting for the day.  Or something like that.  Anyhow.  Don't eat bugs. :D

Love, Me.

For Your Amusement...

A blonde went to a wedding reception and got thirsty, but the line for the drinks was really long, so she waited a long time before standing up to get a drink.  On her way over, she got knocked out. When she came to, someone asked if she was all right and if they could do anything for her.  Shaking her head slightly, she says, "I don't know.  I'm still waiting for the punch line".

I made that joke up, by the way. Hope you enjoyed it, lame as it could have been. ;-)

Okay, Bye! :)

Love, Me.

Ps. Don't eat bugs.

The Place Unlocked by Keys

I'm fighting something in my arms,

It fights back just the same.

Some days it causes no alarms,

And some I feel the pain.

It sometimes takes all day to type

A simple message here,

As one hand may feel quite alright

The other just one finger.

It wouldn't be so bad, I guess,

If I had a different past time.

But playing piano is a mess

With arms wrapped in the meantime.

"I'm feeling bored, what shall I do?"

I'll wonder to the air.

"Oh, I know! I'll play a tune-

Wait, I can't". It's so unfair.

So I sit there at the bench

And wish so longingly

To ease my soul, and also quench

The urge to play keys free.

"Free of what?" said quizzically,

For you see nothing locked.

"Ahh, but why would they be keys

If a treasure was not blocked?"

A treasure not trapped by doors,

At least not wooden kind.

But hidden across far shores,

Waiting for you to find.

The soundboard is your raft

To take you 'cross the seas

And hear the music waft

Across the gentle breeze.

Sometimes the treasure's glimpsed

And excitement propels your way.

Sometimes it's just a glint

And you wait for another day.

This treasure that I've found

Is something that I love.

My body's on the ground,

My soul's in skys above.

Can you see this place I go to?

Can you taste the tempting breeze?

Can you understand my sorrows

Of when my muscles freeze?

 

This place of loving solitude

And unstopped flowing clarity

Is freed by the great Keys viewed

In front of my Black Beauty.

This place is my surrender,

My "hide away" of sorts,

Sometimes it's filled with thunder,

Sometimes it's just a fort.

A fort unlocked for laughter,

A place for you to try.

And sometimes if you'd rather,

It's there for you to cry.

There is a place for each of us

Waiting behind doors

Be it music, dance or something else,

That's what those keys are for.

For finding that special place

Where you can just be you.

To unlock the gate and let in race

The feelings of being You.

I once gave in, played anyway

Just for a moment or two...

Yet, there it was, Pain seemed to say

"I come with what you do."

This place that causes me to trance

This place that I've discovered

Is now viewed from a hard distance

Until I have recovered.

But, Oh, until that joyful day
When I can just play freely,
I'll sit and recall that special place-
The place unlocked by keys.

A Feeling of Hope

Words have different meanings to different people.  Some are more special or known, so they are used more or in different meanings/senses.  Nicknames, for example.  Some people have the most random, get-a-funny-look-from-those-that-hear-it-because-it's-off-the-wall-and-they-don't-understand-the-meaning ones, and some are cute, etc., etc. 
Tonight I saw a small portion of another word.

Tonight I talked with someone who recently lost her husband.  Heartbroken.  That's the word on my mind tonight.  Accompanying Heartbroken is Pleading, Working, Endurance, and living life in such a way that comprehension of how this person is tremendously carrying on is still in the works.  This feeling and contemplation of events tonight has caused me to want to somehow wrap this person in a blanket of security and love, and just hold them and allow them to let go. 

The entire time I talked with her, I also thought about the Atonement.  Christ has offered us such a miraculous blessing.  He has offered us Hope.  He is always there to listen, all hours of the day and night.  He has the power to bring us the Blanket of Peace, and hold us in it as long as we need.  He is there to help wipe our tears, give us a drink and steady and lighten the load as we climb up the road of life, and will give us hints through the Holy Ghost about what's coming up around the next bend that we can't see, because he's already traveled it.  The thing is...you have to be humble and ask for it, and be even more humble to listen. 

A while ago I finally/truly understood the phrase "broken heart and contrite spirit" when it happened to me...and I realized that Heavenly Father listened to each and every one of my other prayers I've ever offered in my life, even though when I was asking I may not have truly been pleading.  Broken heart...I was very sad.  I had no other ideas or strength left in me, and it was all I could do to kneel in the middle of my floor and pray.  Contrite spirit...willing to listen to whatever was said.  Willing to wait for as long as was needed.  Humble.  Rather sheepish in how long it had taken me to stop trying myself and ask for help.  It's like as an eight year old when you are so excited that you finally have your model airplane, and you accidentally snap the propeller in two.  Horror that you've broken this thing you've wanted so badly, and knowing that it won't work now.  You may sit there for a minute trying to put it back together and make it work, and inside is a voice telling you that you've really messed up bad this time, way to go, it's never going to be fixed.  Tears stream down your face as you put your head in your arms and sob that you could've done this.  Then you may finally get the idea to ask someone for help, but actually addressing and completing that idea is scary enough that you have to draw on all of your 8 year-old strength to get the pieces and get up.  You walk timidly up to your dad, a few tears are probably still on your cheeks.  Afraid, hoping against hope you open your hand and show him the problem.  He, in all of his deep love he has for you will look at your crying face, the pieces in your trembling hand, and back at your face, sincere concern showing.  He'll carefully pick up the pieces and examine them, and can say one of many things.  One may be, "I think we can fix this", and another may be "I think we may need to get a new piece".  With the first one your eyes light up, and you offer a small, weak smile as he takes your hand and leads you back to the plane and helps you with the rest now that you've come to him.  What you didn't know is he was watching you the entire time from the chair he was sitting at in the next room, waiting and wishing to be with you to help you.  But loving you all the same for coming.  That is how I imagine a broken heart and contrite spirit, as you walk up tearfully with the broken pieces in your hand to show your father, and ask for his help to fix it, and him lovingly giving you the best solution to the problem.  Not always the most convenient, but the best.

Anyhow, I want you all to know how deeply and sincerely I love you.  I am still heartbroken for this woman and friend that is carrying on in a world that is...the world, and for the most part, doing it alone.  Her strength amazes me.  Then I think of hymn 193.

I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me.

Confused at the grace that so fully, He proffers me.

I tremble to know that for me, He was crucified-

That for Me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled and died.

Oh, it is wonderful, that He should care for me, Enough to die for me.

Oh, it is wonderful! Wonderful to me.

The whole song, all the verses, I mean, are comforting, along with hymn 194.  They offer a sense of Hope.  Hope for something better, Hope that you can make it.  I didn't mean to make this a whole preaching thing, I mainly needed to sort out some feelings, and this is the outcome.  I hope it can help you if you ever need it, and that you can realize that this is something very dear and special to me, almost private, but not, at the same time.  Make sense?  I don't know... If you've ever had Bro. Woodward for seminary, This is my Special, Favorite Sky Blue Crayon.  I know at least one of you will understand what I mean.

All I can say is, I'm grateful and thankful for family that love me, and care for me, and that they're alive.  I'm thankful for friends that listen to me and laugh at my jokes and help me when I fall.  Most of all, I'm deeply and eternally thankful for my Heavenly Father that knows how to fix the things I may break, and comfort me along the way.  Thanks.

The gospel is true.  If you are ever wondering...It's wholly and undoubtedly true.  I am saying this with every fiber in my entire being.  You are loved. :)

Love, Me.

I typed, and a star was born...*poof*...

...ever wonder what a star being born sounds like?  Now you know.

You know...it's the first day of July.  My first post on here had several drafts, party because I would start in one direction and get sidetracked and end up just randomly typing.  Most often I'd end up talking about How to Train Your Dragon, my favorite movie, of which I saw today for the fourth time, second this week.  Of course, compared to some of my friends that have seen it eight times...ahhh... ;)  Oh well.  Point in being, I just wanted to blog right now.  Not about anything in particular, but just...blog.  I don't know.  Maybe it'll be about my little sister that walked by just now.  Maybe it'll be about this piece of music sitting next to me that I'm going to learn soon.  Maybe it'll be about the pineapple that's sitting on the counter, waiting to go to my visiting teaching sister.  Who knows??

Of all the curiousity I have in my body, none of it adiquately measures up to the amount of impatience I also hold.  Not that I'm an impatient person, but anticipation is probably one of my most enjoyed and most detested feelings.  You anticipate the food you smell=Good.  You anticipate the movie you love=Good.  You anticipate your alarm clock going off in the morning=....ehh. Good or bad, depending on what you're facing that day.  Things like that.  53 times out of 56 I wake up a few minutes before my alarm goes off perfectly awake and alert, but as soon as it beeps at me, I'm ready to go back to sleep.  I suppose I should learn and just get out of bed before it goes off so I don't stay there longer.  But I'm not 18 yet, so I'll blame it on being a minor. :-P

Ever wonder how people come up with famous phrases/quotes that you can apply to your life? I'll demonstrate.
Person 1: Hey, you- this here is a potato.  I want you to give me some sort of knowledge that I'll remember whenever I see a potato.  Preferrably an Idaho one.
Person 2: Well, you see, potatos are like husking corn.  Sometimes you get a banana, sometimes you get a shoe.  If you always remember that, your watermelons will always be sweet, and your days will be merry and bright.  That's about it.
Person 1: BRILLIANT!!! You deserve a gold star for that!! I would now like to dedicate this life-changing song to you: You are amazing, you are cool, I hope you don't care that my song doesn't rhyme or have any particular meter to it.
The End.
...and you see? An amazing phrase is born.  The world is a better place, all because someone frantically put words together that they somehow thought would benefit another person, and look, it did!  How about that...I'll bet "Person 2" didn't know they had it in them...

...course, I was in control of that entire conversation.  But you didn't need to know that.  But now you do.  Well, make the best of that information, eh? :)

BTW...I just husked some corn.  That was the inspiration behind all that.

Okay, I'm thoroughly bored and/or done.  (This is an example of how some of my thought processes go. Maybe you understand some things now...) ;-) It's time to eat soon.  Talk to you all later, eh?

Love, Me.