Cellular Devices

I would just like to start out by saying that I have had to worst of luck with cellphones this summer. I have been through a vu, propel, duo, razor, pantech, and finally an iPhone. But those first five weren't used just once. I had been using my vu for a while and I loved it! Then one day, it decided it didn't want the battery to work anymore. The thing would not stay charged for more than a couple of hours and would randomly turn off. So then I used my moms duo for about a day until I found my old propel. I had quit using it last year because it randomly decided to stop getting service and I couldn't call or text anyone. I used it for about a week and then it started having the same problems again. So I started using the razor. It was going well until we were out of town and then it wouldn't let me push any of the buttons. I couldn't even use the end button to turn it off. So mom graciously let me use her duo again. I had that phone for about a week and then it wouldn't make any phone calls, to or from my phone. So that one went in the trash. While my sister was cleaning out her closet for college, she found a mysterious phone in the bottom. It was a pantech and we had a charger, so that's what I used. This one worked for a while...until it decided to send me 43 of the same messages one night. That was NOT fun to go through the next morning! But I was out of options. We had gone through all of the phones in the "old phone drawer." So I kept using it. Then last week on Tuesday, I laid everything on my car so I could open the door. I put all of my books in there, got in, and drove off. A few minutes down the road, I started looking for it. When I couldn't find it, I assumed it was in the back with the rest of my stuff. I get to the salon and I'm looking for it, but it's nowhere! So, after about 10 minutes of dumping my purse out and pulling everything out of my car, I go back to school and look in the [parking lot. Well what do you know, there is my phone on the ground. I pick it up and there is black all over the back. I flip it open and there is just this white screen. So I turn it off and turn it back on... still a white screen. Well crap! I call my dad on one of my friends phone, but since my upgrade is soon, my dad says I can deal. So that night I start using the razor... again( and the buttons magically work now.)  Now my dad isn't a huge tight-wad, but he didn't want to buy me a new phone when my upgrade was  September 24th. (That's how I got the iPhone) So I dealt with spastic phones all summer. I just got my iPhone tonight, but of course, not without any problems. They had to order it because there wasn't any in stock (of course.) This was on Friday, so it was going to be about Tuesday when it got here. Well Monday came.. no phone. Tuesday came... still no phone. I was starting to get worried till Elizabeth told me that you can go online and track where your package is. So I got online and it said it was at the FedEx place in Owensboro. They tried to deliver it to the house, but someone put the wrong address on the box. So I called and told them I would come and pick it up. I finally got my phone. I am very happy with it at the moment.
And I have an Otterbox.. so this one is indestructible!

Don't Worry About Tomorrow

"The road doesn't tell the traveler what lies ahead." Tanzania

Sometimes I wish there were road signs in life, "Go this way, Do this." Unfortunately there isn't. Everyone makes mistakes, and we learn from them. We never know what tomorrow has in store for us. Matthew 6:34 says, "Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." I am always stressing about things. It holds me back sometimes from enjoying my day. I am constantly worrying about homework or school in general. God doesn't want me worrying all the time. I don't need to worry about what is going to happen next or when something is going to get done. He is going to provide for me. I think that Chrysalis helped me with that. I didn't know what to expect or what time it was. I just need to "Let go and let God."

Lean On Me

When the video started playing, I thought about my Chrysalis group. Chrysalis is a once in a life-time experience, literally because you can only go on it one time. It is like a retreat, but you get to have gatherings with those people again after your flight. In the Chrysalis, you go from a caterpillar to a butterfly on your walk with Christ. It is an amazing experience. The whole time you have no idea what time it is or what you are going to do next. When you have a break you are told how much time you have by the amount by hands. If the leaders hands are really close together, you have a small break. If they are far apart, you have a while to relax, play ball, and hang out. You are split up into tables during the weekend. You have an adult table leader with you and also some other youth. These people are your small group for the weekend. The boys and the girls are split up; but sometimes we come together and have a service. We always start out with singing. The main song for my Chrysalis was "Lean On Me." I love that song. We came up with hand motions for about every word. You really get to know the people on your Flight. And the cool thing is you get to hang out with them at least once a month! You get really close to alot of them so you can actually 'call on them when you need a hand.'

"All That I'm After is A Life Full Of Laughter"

Laughing is one of the best ways to reduce stress. I love a good laugh. I remember when I was younger, my best friend at the time, Emily Wilkerson and I could sit and laugh for hours on end. No joke. Something funny would happen and she would giggle, and then I would giggle. Then we would laugh for about five minutes absolutely rolling on the ground. Then we would stop long enough to barely catch our breath and the next thing you knew we were giggling again. The littlest thing made us laugh, but what really got us going is when my dad would sneak out the front door and come and bang on my window, or he would randomly pop into my room. That led to us being chased around the house screaming our heads off, or trying to lock ourselves in a room. He would jump over the couch or chase us around the dining room table; anything to make us scream. It worked. When he finally captured us, and he always did, he would tickle us till we begged for mercy. We would laugh till we cried or almost wet ourselves. He didn't even have to actually tickle us to get us to scream; he could just act like he was going to start. If the words, "Goochy Goochy goo" came out of his mouth it was followed by a LOUD scream. When we could finally could get settled down, we would sit and giggle about what had just happened. This didn't happen on just one or two occasions; it was every time she was over, which was quite frequently.
I also like to listen to peoples laughs. Everyone is different. There are the guys with the deep laughs or the girls with the giggles; and then you have the people with the hilariously outrageous laughs. One of my all time favorite laughs to hear comes from the one and only Dylan Baker. He is one of my best friends and we have gone to church camp together for years. He just graduated from Greenwood High and is now going to WKU. I do everything in my power to make this kid laugh when I see him. When he laughs, I automatically start laughing. Picture this: a football player that is shorter and built. When he laughs it seems to come from deep inside of him. I wish there were words to explain this totally contagious laugh. Every time it is three huah huah huahs. Unless its really funny and then its a bunch of huah huah huahs. There is no one that can remake the Baker laugh. I also like it when people laugh and then it is followed by a long drawn out sigh. My aunt does it every time she laughs. There was also a girl on my bus that laughed that way and we would get in trouble because every time she finished a laugh everyone else would bust out laughing.
Laughing together really does bring you closer to people. I love laughing and I love laughing with my friends and family. Laughing is hilarious and relieves stress you might not know you had. So hang out and laugh it up!

Blah Blah Blog

I have nothing to write about... so hopefully this is my only blog that I just ramble. Maybe if I come up with something after I finish, I can use this one for another time. I like blogging and normally the porverbs I can write something to. This week must be an off week. I always have a song that reminds me of what the proverb says. I just couldn't make the connection this week. Soo therefore, I have nothing to say. I am just going to keep tying until this blog looks long enough to actually be a blog. Right now, it's not looking so well. Especially compared to my other blogs that are forever long. This one will be shorter. I guess I could talk about myself. My middle name is Anne, I am the 5th Ellison, but the first girl. My dad and granddads middle names are Elison (not Ellison, but I still count it) my great and great-great grandfathers names were Ellison. What is also weird is that on my grandparents farm, there is a tombstone that says Ellison Humphrey on it. I'm not sure if they are family or not. I have a sister, who I have talked about before, she is now 19 and is going to WKU. We are about 2 years apart. She has brown hair and is tall and skinny. My moms name is Christie and she has short dirty blonde hair. She teaches at Sorgho Elm. School in the 4th grade. My dad is tall with dark hair and he is currently starting his own business called Hollison. (My sister and my names put together.) We live out in Utica about two minutes passed the food mart on 140 East. I have a chocolate lab named Roscoe that is more like a bear than a dog, but he is the biggest baby you will ever meet. I love my family dearly
Well it turns out this is a kinda long blog anyways!

Mi Casa es Su Casa

My mother is currently going through "empty nest syndrome" even though I am still in the house. My sister recently moved to college and even before she left, my mom was having troubles. However, we think we have found an answer to moms problem. My sister and I have always wanted more brothers and sister and since my mom can't have children we have begged for them to adopt. We aren't quite that far yet, but we convinced my parents to take Foster Care classes. My mom was easier to win over than my dad. He still says he doesn't want us telling people we are getting foster children because he hasn't made a decision. Even though we have gone through the classes, filled out tons of paper work, had physicals, retrieved our old toys from church, and bought bunk-beds; he still isn't sure? Hopefully he will make up his mind soon because I love having children in our house. We watch my cousins a lot and I love when they spend the night. I think childrens laughter brings joy to a home.
Another delima is that if they are over the age of 5, boys and girls (even if they are siblings) cannot sleep in the same room. In our house, there are three bedrooms: my parents, my sisters, and mine. So we don't have enough room in our house for all of us. I am not going to have a bunkbed in my room. I am totally fine with the little girls sleeping in my room, but a bunk bed is not flying. I have agreed to a trunnel bed, but my dad has been wanting to move to town. That does not fly with me either. I ablsolutley love where we live. You can look out the front window into a big field with a horse field to the side. Our driveway is about a half mile so there aren't many distractions. We have 15 acres of pure peacefullness. I don't see how anyone would want to move away from such a paradise. That is my home. I am dreading having to move away or build a new house somewhere. I tell my dad all the time that when they die, or when I build a house of my own, I want to live on that land. Therefore he cannot sell it. I love living where my nieghbors can't see me. I dont have to worry about walking around my house in my sports bra and having creepers peering in the windows.

I also love that place because it is the place I have known since I was five years old. We moved when I was in kindergarten, but I still remember the day we moved. There are so many memories that have been made and will be made there. My dog Copper is buried on our hill, my first fish is buried in our front yard. No, we did not flush her. I would not hear of Angel being treated in that way. Its where I have put all my teeth under my pillow, where I have spent every christmas that I can remember, where we have rode the 4-wheeler with a sled pulled behind it. Our home is where we have a door siding that marks our growth; its where I brought my horse home for the first time and rode him in a full our gallop around the yard. It's one of my favorite places in the world.

Walk A Mile In Their Shoes

Luke 6:37-38 says, " Do not be judged, and you will not be judge. Do not condemn and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Give, and it will be given to you."

John 8: 15-16 "You judge by human standards, I judge no one. And if I do judge, My judgement is true, because I am not alone, but I and the Father who sent Me judge together."

John 7:24 " Stop judging according to outward appearance; rather judge according to righteous judgement"

We all judge. I am guilty of it too. Normally I judge those who are different than me. Mainly older men that scare me or peers that don't make very wise decisions. But those are the ones I should be loving on the most. They might not have Jesus and they need him just like anyone else. Jesus and the Father are ultimately the only ones who have the right to judge. They are the only ones who can give rightful judgement. They do not see through human eyes, but through perfect sight. They can see what is really happening within a person and can truly understand them. That is something that bothers me when I catch myself judging someone. I can't help but think, "What is their story?" or "What made them want to act that way?" What could be going so wrong that they would act out like that. We all judge before we ever even try to learn the story. As the saying goes, "Walk a mile in their shoes."

Might As Well Be Twin Sisters

I personally don't think my sister and I look alike. She has brown hair and I have blonde. However, when we are both in our glasses and have our hair scrunched, we are told we look alot alike. We apparently have the same movements too. The other day I was in my peer tutoring class and one of the teachers told me I did a "Holley pose." My sister and I have very different personalities though. She is very outgoing and doesn't really care about what people think of her, while I am not as outgoing and I care alot about my impressions on people. I like being friends with alot of people and I hate it when someone is mad at me. Our different personalities might be why we don't always get along. Then again we have similar interests. We both enjoy softball and working with special needs children. We both are in love with the same foods; macaroni and cheese (craft is the only way to go, unless its grandmothers), peanut butter and animal crackers, mashed potatoes, and strawberry cake. I guess we could be twins at times.