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November 2nd, 2004
» JEALOUSY-- Despite my Dad’s historical lack of luck in contest winning, he always loves to enter them. Everywhere there is an “enter you name to win!” sign up, my dad is there filling out the form. A few months ago, the State Newspaper had drawing to win a car. “Just clip out the little form, write down you info and send it in!” they said, “we’ll pick on finalist every week and at the end of eight weeks, we’ll pick the big winner! It will probably be you!” Never did they mention how many forms a person could send in at a time, just that they had to be original clippings, not copies. So, my dad decided to ask our neighbors for their newspapers, clipped out all the forms and sent a total of about 15. Unfortunately, the first week went by without us being named finalists. Still my dad was determined to win. The next week, he sent in even more forms, but still no luck. The next week rolled along, and my dad decided to go out early Tuesday morning (our neighborhood’s wonderful weekly trash pick-up day) and pull the old newspaper’s from the entire street’s recycle bins. Thirty forms were filled out and sent in—but still we were not finalists. How could this be?? The Fourth week came. Now my brother was into it. Riding throughout the whole neighbor on his electric scooter, he collected nearly one-hundred unused forms from recycle bins. That night we had a “sit around the table and fill out forms with the entire family” party. That was fun. Yet, again, it was all in vain. The Fifth week… nothing. the sixth week… nothing. Seventh week…two more chances to become a finalist. We had been sending in hundreds of forms. What we the chances of us losing? Surly no one in the whole state was sending in as many forms as we were! Tuesday morning, my brother was making his weekly rounds when Adam Thomas, a friend who lives down the street, saw him and said, “hey tim, whachya doin?”
“Oh I’m collecting newspapers so we can win a car.”
“let me see!”
“Here, you can have this one –tell your dad to fill it out and send it in. I’ve already got 80 to send in this week”

-And we sent the eighty in. When the next paper came out, we opened it eagerly in dismal hopes of seeing our name as the seventh week finalist, but in its place was printed - THE THOMAS FAMILY.

AHAHAHU! igahblah! ahah! … ‘twas the noise of our minds trying to reconcile this impossible thought with reality.

The last week’s drawing was to take place at the Car Dealership. All the previous finalists would be there, and if you were the eighth week winner, you would receive a key along with the others to try in the car. If the key worked than you were the winner. Needless to say, it was not us drawn to be finalists, so all we could do was watch as each potential winner tried his key in the car, hoping their one-in-eight chance would be enough to win. Finally, it was Mr. Thomas’s turn. ….sure enough the car started right up. Ha! How did know it would be him? The person that sent in ONE FORM that WE GAVE THEM when we had been sending in HUNDREDS?!?

I was actually angry, embittered towards these neighbors of ours as if they should give us the car because we deserve it. Meanwhile, I had hardly done any work collecting and sending in forms. The coolest thing about the whole situation, however, was my dad’s attitude. My dad had done nearly all the work and wasn’t jealous or angry at all… or at least he didn’t show it. His attitude was, “hey – we had nothing to lose… God’s probably trying to teach me a lesson about entering all these contests. If God wants us to have a new car, then he’ll provide…" Kind of funny how God chooses to teach us lessons, huh?
July 8th, 2004
» CHANCE?-- I have a big problem of forgetting my licence when I drive. More then half the time, I leave my wallet in my pants, then they go through the wash, then I can't find it, and I end up driving unlicensed. I've tried leaving my wallet in the car so that it's always there, but then I drive our other car and I forget to transfer it. I always assure myself that I never do anything worth getting pulled over...but still, i should always carry my licence. Anyhow...I was at this Orchestra camp last week. I had an awesome time. We put on seven performances around town for the forth of July, and one of them was on TV! I felt really famous. Anyway, the last night of the camp, after my concert, I went back to my room to change out of my concert clothes. On the way out to the parking lot I thought to myself for no reason at all, "I think I'm going to change back into my concert pants." I stopped in a bathroom in the lobby and changed from my shorts to my pants. Why in the world would I do that? The only thing I could remember thinking was 'i think I'll look cooler in pants rather then in shorts, or, it's a long way home, and I might get cold'.... or something like that. So, I traveled home (about and hour away), dropped off my stuff and went to meet my parents at someone else's house. On the way there are ran into a .....*scary music* A Police Checkpoint!!!! *gasps!* I thought it was an accented at first but then an officer told stopped me and asked me for licence, registration and proof of insurance. My first reaction was "no! I don't have my licence!!!!!" but, i felt my back pocket and there was my wallet, in the pants I had changed into. Right then I think I felt the biggest wave of relief I ever had in my life. I let her see my licence, but admitted, "I don't know where the registration or proof of insurance is...i don't even know what it looks like!" I felt pretty stupid, but I pulled open the glove compartment and the officer said, "there it is, right on top". She looked at everything, told me to make sure my dad told me where everything was and what it looked like, and let me go. whew...If I thought that was a close call....I got to our friend's house and told my parents what happened and my dad said, "That registration had been sitting on my dresser for two weeks and I just put it in the car the day before yesterday!" Wow! Isn't God awesome!?! What would have happened if I had no licence or registration? God takes care of me...Now I will always carry my liscence when I drive. :-)
JUNE 1st, 2004
» PIANO LESSONS-- Today was my last piano lesson with Mrs. Buerkert have nine years of lessons. Such a sad day. I still remember my first lesson where I learned how to play "row, row, row your boat." I must have been pretty good to have learned that my first lesson! That's what I remember anyway... The last song I played for her was Bach's Two-part Invention Number 8. sigh....I'll miss her. It was just a year ago, however, that I didn't like her at all. I didn't think she was a good teacher. She didn't inspire me or make piano seem fun at all. My mom, trying to help out signed me up with....(big important fanfare inserted here.) ...MR EDWARDS!! He was the big guy. Very accomplished pianist. I thought a guy teacher would make things funner...but he didn't at first. He made it seem soooooooo hard! something Mrs Buerkert would think was perfect Mr. Edwards would pick apart to the last detail. "What instrument in the orchestra would play that part? Play it like a trombone would" or, "Play that phrase like you're stroking it with a paint brush" ..."relax your wrists, raise your elbows, bend your back and this part"! I never knew you could go into such detail! I dreaded every lesson for the first month. Such intense lessons made me regret ever having disliked Mrs. Buerkert. During this time in my life, however, I really grew musically. I was taking lessons from two teachers at the same time, and they both didn't know I had another teacher. My attempts to play the same thing for both of them worked out miserably. In retrospect, however, I'm glad. I'm glad I stuck with Mrs Buerkert and I'm glad I took from Mr. Edwards. It gave me experience with two opposite techniques of teaching. Mrs Buerkert was the theory teacher, Scales, Rhythms, Composer history, and counterpoint- while Mr Edwards was the technique teacher -how to take dynamic liberty, tweak the rhythms just so, stylistic phrasing and improvising. I couldn't have gotten a better pair of teachers.... My last lesson with Mr. Ed will be just before the Jazz recital. He was a good teacher, but after making me do the horrid Hannon Complete every day, and forcing Debussy on me (sorry David) ...he won't be missed as much. :-) I will admit that I think Debussy is the greatest composer of all compared to Bartok though...
May 30st, 2004
» JAZZ-- I'm doing a jazz recital next week. This Saturday I get to practice with drums and bass. Cool! I have never been good at jazz. I never really liked listening to it, and playing tricky rhythms while improvising with weird chords isn't really the easiest feat for me. One of my songs is Vince Guaraldi's "Linus and Lucy", aka "The Snoopy Song". It's fun and easy and cool to play around other people because it's so familiar. It's basically Guaraldi's impro written out. It wouldn't surprise me if the original recording was done in one take. Another song I'm playing is "My Funny Valentine", which is just chords and a melody line, so I've made my own stuff up. The hardest thing about jazz chords for me is figuring out where to play it. Do I flat the ninth on the top or bottom? ...and that sort of stuff. I guess since I never listen to jazz, I don't know what sounds best. Mr. Edwards, my teacher, seems to think I'm good at it though. He says I have a "jazz touch". Wow! Really? That really boosts my pride level! Now I'm just waiting for someone else at the recital to show me up, then this temporary fascination with Jazz will be over.
4/29/04
» HUMAN NATURE-- How can anyone think that a human is naturally good deep down in his heart? So many songs I hear have lyrics that say "listen to your heart", or "You heart can tell you no lies" ...or something to that effect. The Bible says that the heart is deceitful above all things. Did my parents have to teach Jonathan how to lie? or hit? or steal candy? No...he somehow figured out how to do those on his own. Yesterday my mom walked into the kitchen and found Jonathan with two donuts in his hands, stolen right off the counter. As soon as he saw my mom, he stuffed them in his mouth as fast as he could before my mom could stop him! Another time we were at a friends house who have a cat...Jonathan was left alone, unfortunately, and found the cat food. What fun he must think it is to throw cat food all over the floor and watch it scatter! As soon as he sees an adult coming, he dumps the bag, frantically throwing cat food so that he can get as much damage done before he is forced to stop. It is really funny sometimes to think about what goes on in his brain. He's a fun little guy, but like us all was born with a sin nature. Everyone has a wicked heart and is in need of a savior -even Jonathan.
» 11/13/03 PRAYER-- At a Ben Lippen Football game, I was talking to Mark Rhodes about choosing a college. One thing he said to me I'll never forget. he said "well, whatever you do, make sure you pray, because what I have found to be very true is that prayer, even in little things, works." Shortly after that I read the book "And God Changed His Mind" by Brother Andrew. It explained so clearly how prayer works and how, when used properly, it can do awesome things...even Change God's mind. The more I pray, the more I see God working. God wants us to depend on Him, so why not pray for everything?? There is nothing too small to pray about. Many people use the excuse "I'm not going to question God's will" or "So many bad things are happening, but God allows it, so I can't complain". Maybe bad things are happening because Christians aren't doing anything about it! So pray, because prayer, even in little things, works!

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