Tristen/Me

Privileges of being 15

When your dad prefers that your beginner’s permit not be visible in any photo. šŸ™„ šŸ˜‚ šŸ˜‚

On Wednesday, November 2 Dad and I pulled up to the DMV. We waited, registered, and paid for me to take the test again. Since Friday (the day on which I made myĀ first attempt) I had read and highlighted the purple and gray sections in my Driver’s Manual, so I felt prepared but I was scared about the possibility of failing. Dad was really excited and I didn’t want to let him down, again. “You’re at test station two.” The lady at the counter said before using words and arm motions to direct me.

The glass-walled room was empty. I placed my hands on the bar. “Lord, give me wisdom,” I whisperedĀ before pushing the door open.

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I silently let out a deep breath. The room was full now. I had just correctly answered another question making the number I had gotten right go up to 23, while leaving the amount I had answered incorrectly remain at four, and the number I skipped at two. I quickly answered the next question (because I was familiar with it) and then:

Congratulations, Tristen! You passed your exam!

I clicked “okay” and then, for a moment, stared incredulously at the screen which now read: “Touch here to start”. That was it? Did I really just pass?

I stepped out of the room and located Dad. He looked up from his phone and motioned me to give him a thumbs up or down but I just awkwardly grinned and walked toward him, unsure of how I felt. I told him I passed and he gave me a hug. Minutes later I was holding my beginner’s permit in my hand.

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As we walked toward the van, Dad held out the keys to me. “I am not driving home,” I stated and he laughed. Thanks for the offer but I did not trust myself with the task of getting the van home in one piece, let alone ourselves. Besides, I was still not very familiar with our new van.

So Dad drove. He stopped less than five minutes from home, in the Pelham Medical Center’s parking lot, and let me drive from there. He was FaceTiming Mom while I did so. I’m not sure which of the three of us was the most nervous šŸ˜‚. I put off using the gas pedal until Dad said so and apparently there were two cars behind me, but we made it home in one pieceĀ so I would say I did alright.

Haydn opened the garageĀ door grinning from ear to ear, the first signs of a jealousy I was soon to become more familiar with. “Did you drive home?” He asked.

“No way,” I replied. Haydn stepped back through the door and returned with Ansa, one of his hands over her eyes. When she saw me in the driver’s seat she attempted to run back inside but Haydn held her where she was.

Once in the house, I hadn’t even set down the items in my hands while Haydn had already located my Driver’s Manual, flipped through, and marked the sections he needs to study for his beginner’s permit testĀ šŸ˜‚. His turn will come….in two years or so.

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Tristen’s 15th Birthday

It has almost been a year since our last get together so, I was overjoyed that each member of RAATH (Abi Rawlings, Abbie Arnold, Julia Alix, Tristen Thomas, and Heidi Haase) was able to make it to my 15th birthday party. We began the evening by making Emoji pillows while listening to our favorite tunes and catching up on each other’s lives. For dinner, we had lasagnaĀ and Angel Food Cake with ice cream for dessert. Senior High (a once a month get together with my fellow high schoolers from church) happened to be on the same night as my party soĀ since I did not want to miss it, I took my party guests to D-Group (DiscipleshipĀ Group). Although we had a blast there, it was when we returned home that the real fun began.

After giving each other a makeover, my girls and I danced along to “Single Ladies” before sitting down to watch old videos of us. Next, Julia and I acted out “Defying Gravity” with her as Elphaba and myself as Galinda before all four of us danced along to “22”, the main highlight of the evening. Of course, we did much more than all that before falling asleep in the middle of my documentary on Alaska at 5:00 am. I had so much fun with my girls. Fingers crossed in hopes that we will be able to get together before my next birthday party!

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Canning Peaches and Burning Flesh

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Monday, August 8, 2016

A few of our friends in the Patteson family came over to our house to help my mom, Ansa, and IĀ can peaches. Box after box of peaches we peeled, cut, canned, de-air-bubbled, sealed, and sealed again. Mrs. Patteson, Emma, and Patricia left around 8:00 PM but the Thomas girls continued working until midnight.

As we came to a stopping point, I was walking across the kitchen when Ansa, who was passing in the opposite direction, bumped me. The force with which she pushed me with was ever so slight but enough to cause me to step to my left. This little movement caused me to press the left side of my left thigh against a lid Mom had just removed from a pot of boiling water and set to cool on a stack of crates beside the pantry door. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, quickly stepping to my right. “That’s hot!”

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I examined the contact point and discovered that some of my skin was peeling away. I sat down and picked off the damaged skin which revealed a burn about an inch wide and two inches long. Mom had me hold an ice cubeĀ on it and then she pulled out the mustard (which we’ve heard helps with burns). It had never occurredĀ to me that, when mustard is applied to a burn, it stings. I was doing fine until we applied itĀ and, oh my, how it stung! I was unable to hold back my tears and so let them flow freely. I protested against more mustard, despite my burn not being completely covered,Ā but Mom succeeded in squeezing out another dollopĀ before I drew back and waved her away. Once the tears stopped, I slowly spread the mustard evenly over my burn, flinching as it came in contact with my flesh. Several minutes later the mustard had dried and fallen off in flakes while my burn, despite being swollen, was feeling much better.

As time passed, my burn slowly began to disappear. It is truly amazing how our bodies can heal themselves. Today I received this burn very close to exactly four months ago and yet you can still clearly see it. There is a good chance this accident has scarred me, but at least we have learned to no longer leave hot pots or pans in reach of bare skin. šŸ˜‚

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I got bangs!

Recently, I was looking through old pictures and I came across one of me when I was about four years old. I had bangs in this specific picture and it got me thinking: maybe I should get bangs again. On November 25, 2015, after some serious consideration, I finally decided to do it. Let’s just say I love how they turned out.

My Room

My Room Fall 2015

So for my 14th birthday I decided to get one large present, instead of a bunch of tiny ones. That big present ended up being painting my room blue. I have been wanting to paint it for a while now. Six years of pink walls and a Disney princess mural was getting a bit old. I also decided to paint the bathroom because when we have company they stay in my room and use the hall bathroom. Once painted my mom, Mrs. Jane, and me went shopping for some decorations. The two rooms are still not 100% complete but this is what we have so far.

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The Perks of Being Home

One thing I have enjoyed about being back home is that I can once again craft at my own free will. Having to suppress my urge to create, due to the lack of supplies, was one of the few downsides to ourĀ two month trip out west. Below are pictures and brief descriptions of items I have created or decorated since returning home.

IMG_9266Ā I have several bins on my three book shelves for storing my profuse craft supplies, however, it was becoming annoying to have to dig through them when in search of small items like close pins, buttons, or buttons. Determined to create easier access to such items, I journeyed down to our basement from which I retrieved several Mason Jars (leftover from when my mom went through a canning phase). After much washing and drying, I pulled out my washi tape and wrapped each jar. Doing so increased the visual appeal to said jars while still maintaining their uniformity. Finally, I sorted my cutting utensils, measuring tapes, and other miscellaneous supplied into their own individual jar. These cute jars are going to save so much time!

 

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A while ago my younger friends and I created a pass-time we call “nature royalty“. This game inspired me to create the piece of art depicted to the left. Using my Cuttle-Bug, I cut several branches of leaves out of paper before interlacing and pasting them. I then attached several gems (pink for spring, green and yellow for summer, red and orange for fall, and silver and blue for winter) and snowflakes toĀ the appropriateĀ places. Lastly, I stuck on letters forming the words “Queen Sunflower”, below which I wrote “queen of all seasons”. I love how pretty this creation turned out to be.

 

IMG_9454This fall I began my freshman year of high school at GMC and so, prior to the first day of school, I decorated the only two composition notebooks I am required to have. The one on the left is for Freshman Success (a class dedicated to helping you transition from middle school to high school) and the one on the right is for Physical Education (or PE). I covered my Freshman Success notebook with scrapbook paper before laminating it with duck tape, which I folded over the edges of the cover in order to preserve the corners. For my PE notebook, I picked out several rolls of washi tape which I put in an order before attaching them to the cover.

 

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One of our first assignments in English I was to create an “identity page” we were to present to the class in order to get to know each other better than we did before. This project was assigned a week in advance but my crafty heart was so excited to about this chance to create that I completed the assignment that day. šŸ˜…Ā In addition to our name, we were required to have pictures (at least one of which we had to be in) so I chose one of my family, my siblings, and a cute one of me and my mom. In order to fulfill the “about me” purpose of the assignment, I wrote facts about myself in the circles which were on the paper: I love to sing, craft, write, draw, and act; I am a perfectionist; I talk a lot; I love my family; I have a blog; I love peacocks; I am 13 years old; I keep a journal. Lastly, we were required to have a quote:

“It is better to be hated for who you are rather than loved for who you are not.” -Marilynn Monroe

 

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A Late Birthday Present

Recently I went to a birthday party for my former neighbor, Katie. Amongst many activities was a pinata. After it opened up, Katie began to wear the cupcake shaped cardboard on her head despite the fact that she could not keep it above her eyes. I had pity on the child and offered to turn it into a hat for her. Amazed that such a proposition was possible, she agreed and I went home with a new project on my hands. After many hours of tedious work, I finally finished and could not be more pleased with the results. Below are some pictures of the gift I was tempted not to give:

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My Room

My Room 2015

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My Wall
My Wall
My New Desk!
My New Desk!
My Bed
My Bed
My Shelves
My Shelves
My Closet
My Closet
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My LPS Drawings

As you know from my New Year 2015 post, I have finally found something I can draw. Or, at least, I have become better at drawing. During our annual goal to stay up all night, Ansa and I decided that we needed something to do so I went on YouTube and looked up tutorials on how to draw one of Ansa’s favorite characters, Penny Ling, from the TV show Littlest Pet Shop. About half way through Ansa lost interest but I wanted to finish. Overjoyed by how well it turned out, I decided to draw the rest of the female, main character pets: Pepper, Minka, and Zoey. Below are some pictures of the final products (please note that I have not yet finished filling inĀ Zoe’s background). Special thanks to Julia for giving me the sketchbook for my birthday!

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Pepper
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Minka
Minka Mark
Zoey
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I had my hair cut!

My hair has been waist long for most of my life. In 2010 I donated 12 inches to Locks of Love which made my hair ear length. It was then that I decided I was never going to cut my hair again and set a goal to grow my hair as long as Rapunzel’s. In August of this year, I gave up my childish dream and had my hair cut to shoulder length. My Dad said this is the best hair cut I have ever had to which I replied, “It’s about the only hair cut I’ve ever had.” šŸ˜‚

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