tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53189358679076422442024-02-20T08:31:03.850-08:00Not Gonna Lienot gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-6083542040046182752009-09-27T00:57:00.000-07:002009-09-27T01:03:29.783-07:00Courage<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Clivo%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C05%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Courage</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Olivia Roskos</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Run. Stop. Cough. </span>
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<br />Lungs fill with air, a little farther, another stride, almost there.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stop. Cough. Sweat.</span>
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<br />Behind you, don’t look back, don’t be afraid, forward, eyes ahead. The boulder
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trip. Fall. Yell.</span>
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<br />It hears you. Hurry!
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scurry. Duck. Hide</span>
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<br />It smells you. Fear!
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shh… quiet. </span>
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<br />Beating heart, like a drum.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Can it hear you?</span>
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<br />Loud. Growl. Fierce. Big
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wait. Wait. Wait.</span>
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<br />It lurks. Quiet!
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Sweat pours like raindrops from the sky. </span>
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<br />Hand’s shake. Creatures crawl.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is gone. Move!</span>
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<br />Head aches like a shaking earthquake.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is it safe to look? </span>
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<br />Hold back child just one moment more. Please wait.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Look up. Worry lifted.</span>
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<br /> It has left. not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-43939161525574845302009-09-27T00:24:00.000-07:002009-09-27T00:25:54.820-07:00Think Twice<div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info"> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"> If you’re not playing the game, please son, change your name.<br />This world’s not for you, not your fame.<br /><br />The Father came to give you grace, make you new<br />But not replace all of you.<br /><br />He’ll use your gifts and who you are<br />For something great I know by far<br /><br />Great in the world’s eyes it may not be<br />But knowing you loved is the greatest accomplishment you will see<br /><br />When the world tears you down, He’ll stay by your side<br />Melt your heart filled with pride and give you hope for a brand new day<br /><br />So please don’t say you’ll turn away from His face<br />When you’re given the chance will you remember His grace?<br /><br />How He was beaten and struck ,hung on that tree<br />For every little deed done by you and every little sin done by me. </div> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReferrerLink"> </div> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Attachment"> <div class="attached_item clearfix message_attachment"><div class="share_media clearfix photo attachment"><div class="fb_photo photo"><div class="photo_thumb"><img style="width: 368px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8733_175722060766_539165766_4237109_3537853_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" id="photo_thumb_276669145150" /></div></div></div></div> </div> </div><br /><span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"></span> <span class="GBThreadMessageRow_BranchLink" bindpoint="branchLinkWrapper"></span> <span class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReportLink" bindpoint="reportLinkWrapper"></span> </div>not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-8313423117380527742009-09-23T08:27:00.000-07:002009-09-23T08:30:06.266-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6uFHdiomlCehkmx1OY9ev0y__rYMo8C1TKkZot8W82-twgTZrw8To5inIDsQv4JuK_BcklJNgTGG_m0LMhTSIn3vRGAj0e7yocme9lNI933cBnkqj-M65ZTSpKUKZjfo4bEBV61mHTtn/s1600-h/tricia+and+I.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6uFHdiomlCehkmx1OY9ev0y__rYMo8C1TKkZot8W82-twgTZrw8To5inIDsQv4JuK_BcklJNgTGG_m0LMhTSIn3vRGAj0e7yocme9lNI933cBnkqj-M65ZTSpKUKZjfo4bEBV61mHTtn/s320/tricia+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384685460391223650" border="0" /></a>not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-51843335658287259542009-09-22T21:37:00.000-07:002009-09-22T21:38:41.419-07:00The beauty of sisterhoodImagine if it was humanly possibly to bring two souls together bound as one. If there was only one person, you could be knitted together with. Whom would you choose?<br /><br />Some might choose a great patriot- someone who fought for the rights of the country- the freedom of the people; others might select a fashion model someone graced with beauty and flawlessness- a divine work of art. Personally would choose my sister. An individual so simple but yet remarkable…<br /><br />I would rather spend infinity enjoying the small details of life with such a human than with the most legendary person in the world. The matchless bond between sisterhood is a priceless treasure. A special vow that should never be broken, but if by some chance that should happen- the bond is so strong that the shattered pieces could be easily glued back together.<br /><br />A sister may not always make you feel special, appreciated, or beautiful, but they will never lack honesty…<br /><br />When a sister departs, it’s like a piece of yourself just walked out the door. What’s worse is knowing that you may never be able to capture it and bring it back home again.<br /><br />When you are carrying the character of such a beautiful individual on your shoulders, you can't help but be careful about the way you live<br /><br />You act as if you are annoyed by the constant compliments of you and your sisters beauty and how you are just spitting images of each other, but secretly you smile inside knowing that there is no one else you would rather be like.<br /><br />Being a sister is being a pain, an embarrassment, but so worth it at the end of the day!not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-55427639840218571242009-09-21T21:27:00.000-07:002009-09-21T23:03:51.066-07:00gaze with wonderIs it the small po dunk town of Kalispell, Montana? Is it the beautiful city of Prague with its each intricate details of history etched on every cobblestone street? Perhaps is it the small boot-wearing, big smilin' town of Brownwood Texas, where the sky is bluer than any waves in the ocean and your neighbors so close to you that you can hear the toilet flush. Where is it that we are happy? Content. If we are here...why can't we be there? If every scene is the same as the one before...why can't we skip ahead a few?<br /><br /> Wherever you are, place yourself into a position of contentment. Because everywhere your not there are people wishing they were where you are.<br /><br /> Is is the small tourist town of Seaside Oregon? The salty ocean air against your face as you observe the picturesque tourist shops and cafes. Is it the hot california sun? Your body soaks in the warm summers heat on the white sand of a crowded beach. Is it the small mexican village of Abosola? Where the dusty roads and vivid sunset remind you of something from an old western? Where is it that we are happy? Are we content in our everyday surroundings? In the grind of the norm do we forget to cast our eyes upon the majestic mountains or the vast cloudless sky? Do we often hesitate in carefully observing the details of a six sided snowflake as it rest and melts on our cheeks? What has possesed us to be such products prone to dissatisfaction? Do we not have eyes to gaze in awe upon the masterpiece of the universe? A complex mind to ponder over the beautifully painted canvas of our Creator? Have we not been blessed with hands to touch, mold, shape, feel, every breathing inhabitant on this earth? Have we not a nose to deeply inhale the sweet scent of spring flowers or the almost to clean alpine air? Do we long to touch, hold something different, be where the stars twinkle just a litte bit brighter, the air is just a little bit crisper, the gorgeous golden autumn leaves are a richer color? If we look where we are- exactly where we are- and study with the eyes of deep satisfaction, appreciation, and wonder, I am almost certain, we could discover rich wonders to talk about for a lifetime:)not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-1853378548117670262009-09-20T22:30:00.000-07:002009-09-20T22:52:04.460-07:00You been there a time or two?Sometimes I feel like my life is one huge embarrassing moment, well some days that is how it feels anyway. I guess when your used to being a space cadet you don't even really realize that your embarrassing yourself! Here is some things random hints that may be able to help you out- well if you have ever been in these kind of situations that is...:)<br /><br />(1) Never EVER lock your keys in your car with the lights on( knowing that the other set is prob under the seat in your car as well)oops!<br />(2) When you are counting a till- make sure and double check that its yours:)<br />(3) Never tell people to just grab pennies out of the tip jar- bad idea!<br />(4) Never hit the snooze button- never!<br />(5) Don't set your alarm clock early- you'll just end up sleeping in an hour later than you wanted to.<br />(6) Don't call to cancel your debit card if you can't find it one day- chances are its probably under the front seat of your car :)<br />(7) If you really really need a haircut and your hairdresser is out of town- don't go to some cheap haircut place because-"hey! its great clips and oh LOOK! haircuts are only five bucks-great deal!" wouldn't reccomend it you'll probably spend 100$ bucks getting it back to the point where you can actually go out in public again:)Just wait till your hairdresser gets back, you'll be glad you did!<br />(8)NEVER go into Best Buy alone, they will attack you with an all to friendly smiles- and (trust me)they know the unlucky victims that don't know anything about computers:/ I guess they can just sense it. Always bring a computer nerd with you, or better yet be a computer nerd yourself!<br />(9) Not everyone is trying to get a buck off of you, some people actually just like giving deals!<br />(10)There is a world outside of facebook- you'll find it if you look hard enough. Don't worry:)<br /><br />Hope this helps you out, or at least made you laugh;)<br />May God Bless you!<br />Olivianot gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-59257987847905871322009-09-19T21:34:00.001-07:002009-09-19T21:54:28.538-07:00Life won't pass you bySlow down. Take a minute to catch your breath. Time seems to move slower that way. People say life won't wait for you but I believe it will. Maybe all your friends won't be the same and you'll be a little changed to. You'll still have time to say a simple hello, give a hug, share a smile.<br /><br />Slow down. Take a minute to catch your breath. Time seems to move slower that way. People say life won't wait for you but I believe it will. Maybe seasons will change, a new generation will pass your way. You'll grow a little older a little wiser, but you'll still have time to share a kiss, write a letter, give some love.<br /><br />Slow down. Take a minute to catch your breath. Time seems to move slower that way. People say life won't wait for you but I believe it will. Maybe your eyesight will start to fail and you'll forget your brain from time to time, but you'll still have time to hold his hand, walk down memory lane, and pick a flower on the roadside.<br /><br />Slow down. Take a minute to catch your breath. You've got time. You've got time.not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-17671236855676900132009-09-18T23:00:00.001-07:002009-09-18T23:12:34.098-07:00enough of the fingerwaggin<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span> Isn't is strange how the things we easily get frustrated with in other people a lot of times, are the very things that we maybe aren't happy about in ourselves? Everyone has faults, many of them. Some are great some are small but there still faults. I'm learning to be less of a " fingerwagger" and more of a listener, observer and a lover. Lead by example. Don't be so quick to critizice, look inside your own life first for improvement. Others will be lead to true inspiration and perhaps admiration of your lifestyle and maybe that will ignite a small spark of change in their lives. Be different, be changed, challenge yourself to bring out the very best in someone and encourage them to look for the best in themselves. Always give someone a benefit of a doubt and a second chance. Always hope. Never give up on the impossible, you never know when life might take them for a ride back around. Pursue what is right, don't settle for second best. Love when it hurts, when its not warm fuzzy butterflies, but maybe painful choices. Enjoy the time you infest into friendships. Friendships are livelong treasures you only find in a gold box once.<br /><br />Just some random words of encouragement. Hope you all have a blessed evening!not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-7077747786267752402009-09-18T22:22:00.000-07:002009-09-18T22:51:38.517-07:00One two buckle my shoeBeing one of five siblings...lets just say there is never a dull moment. The story begins like so...<br /><br />Colter, my 21 year old brother came to visit our family in good old kalispell, Montana for a week. My mom had been insisting that we must get our family pictures done because we were all home at once.<br /><br />Three days before, the hunt for a shirt began. It had to be something somewhat coordinated, not stained, and that actually fit. Shirts like that are hard to come by in my house. " How about this?" the dirtball of a six year old proudly held up his wrinkled American Flag shirt. " Well, I don't think that will exactly work Seth, its not fourth of July anymore..." A look of defeat swept across his face.<br /><br />" Do you have your shirt picked out for family pictures?" The twenty three year old fashion consultant yelled from the bathroom.<br /><br />" No, not yet, but I will by tommorrow!"<br /><br />Saturday morning I snuck upstairs thinking about my ingenious plan of getting up and getting to the bathroom before anyone else was even up, but much to my suprise, Tom, Dick, and Harry (aka Sasha, Kirsten, and Sophie) cheerfully greeted me over the loud hair blow dryers and smoking curling irons( just joking it wasn't that bad)<br />" Hey girls why are you up so early?"<br />" You know wanted to get up before Mom Dad and Seth get up cus you know everyone will want to get into the bathroom. <br />"Get outta the bathroom girls, come on, I need to fix my hair!" my older brothers impatient voice boomed from outside the door."<br /><br />Twenty minutes later.<br /><br />" Everyone have brown shoes?" Olivia, are you seriously thinking about wearing that ugly shirt. Dad, you hair looks like you just rolled out of bed. UGHH how are these pictures ever going to turn out ok...<br /><br />( To be continued)not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318935867907642244.post-40271652943420429752009-09-16T14:33:00.000-07:002009-09-16T15:12:24.139-07:00"your personal slave"Its funny how we don't necessarily ponder over something until we are placed in the situations ourselves.<br /><br />Let me explain:<br /><br />My name is Olivia. <span style="font-style: italic;">Olivia Roskos</span>. No one calls me that though its always "<span style="font-style: italic;">liv</span>" or "<span style="font-style: italic;">livers</span>" or "<span style="font-style: italic;">liver and onions</span>" which is oddly suitable for the restaurant business:)<br /><br /> I work at Sizzlers as a waitress part time while trying to finish up my senior year on top of figuring out what I want to do with my life:)<br /><br />Waitressing is a lot of fun though so I can't complain. Its also taught me quite a bit about people in general. For instance:<br /><br />Whenever I ask some random person at the grocery store how they are doing its always " Oh great, but hey I'm in a real hurry lets caught up another time k?" but when you are going crazy waiting on 15 different tables its a little different story. I didn't know a quick " how are you?" would lead to...<br /><br />" Well, ACTUALLY my great Aunt Mertil just got a foot infection, my face got stung by a bee, and I gained <span style="font-style: italic;">half a pound</span> from the cheese toast last time I was here!!" <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hmm...maybe I should of not asked?"</span><br /><br /><br />And then we always have the "<span style="font-style: italic;">unpredictable</span>" Mr. critical doesn't waste a minute to let you know that his steak is well..." I asked for medium, but this looks somewhere between medium and almost medium well but yeah...can I just get a recook?" So I take it back.<br /><br /> " Here you go sir, here is a recook, now is there anything else I can get for you?"<br /><br /> " Well, mam actually could you have them maybe recook it <span style="font-style: italic;">again</span> and maybe make it a little less medium, maybe somewhere between medium rare and medium."<br /><br /> " Oh sure in all my spare time!" ( hey, I didn't say that just thought it;) "Yes, sir I'll be right back!"<br /><br /> We can't forget the "silent mysterious readers," those kind I like the best! They would rather be left only with there ice cold glass of water and small plate of salad then be bugged repeatedly...<br /><br />" Hey! are you done with that plate YET?"<br /><br />Everytime I come around another plate is carefully cleaned and stacked neatly along with the others.<br /><br /> "I'm sorry but is there <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> way I can bug you for another napkin? I mean, if its not that much trouble?" They smile at me sheepishly.<br /><br />" No, you don't get more napkins, I mean you only used two plates and drank a fourth of a glass of water why of course not!"<br /><br />:)<br /><br />" Well, anyways here is 10 dollars for all the trouble I put you through!<br /><br />" Hey Trouble, come in more often and I'll be happy to wait on you!"<br /><br />"More than any other thing as I'm starting to realize my true coffee snob ways- I'm also realizing the large group of fellow people sharing in this fault.<br /><br />How was I supposed to know its the "<span style="font-style: italic;">golden rule</span>" to " at all times keep the cup full or you just might get attacked with a knife and pitchfork!" YIKES!! Wish someone would have told me sooner:)<br /><br />Maybe someday I'll have my guests figured out but until then I guess I will have to be content being "their personal slave!"<br /><br />:)not gonna liehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05835992020735071570noreply@blogger.com6