Friday 9 December 2011
Well, was interesting
I seem to have lost the previous background I had for this place. Lovely. So now I have this one until I can modfy it to something better.
Thursday 8 December 2011
I nearly broke a rule (and later my hand)...
... and nearly ran in the laser tag place.
So as you may have guessed from that sentance, I went laser tagging.
To begin my story, we shall start at noon, this past Friday. I was slogging through school, as usual, pushing to be done so I could freely enjoy the fun night my youth group was going to have. After a while, I finished it. I had decided that morning to wear contacts, as I didn't know if we would have to wear goggles or not when lasering. Glasses just get in the way.
My mother drove us to the church and my little brother, Michael, and I joined the others who were going. There were the Far twins (identical twins no less. At least they were different things), Ty, Ash, Bry, a guy I didn't know the name of, Jo, and the drivers. Several others would meet us there.
We walked outside into the chill and divied up into car groups. Naturally, since I don't really have any friends at the church, I ended up going with the extra drivers in their van. So I answered questions when asked, and zoned out the rest of the time.
Upon ariving, we first avoided the slew of little kids jumping out of the building, obviously raving about how cool it had been. Then we parked and walked inside. About three arcade games lined one wall, several vending machines on the other. One of the last sides was the desk, and the last either let you into the bathrooms, up the staris to the observation deck for mothers who needed a break from hyper kids, and the entrance to the 'airlock'. Neon colours on black decorated the airlock. Rods lined the walls, holding the vests off the floor in a neat line.
The others of our group caught up with us. Cam, Tal, Pau, and a couple others I didn't know were there to fight with us. Just so you know, Cam is my next door neighbour. That's an important detail for later.
We all signed our names and code names on a peice of paper specially designed for that purpose. I was Blank Parchment. All total, there were twenty of us playing.
The explanation dude, whom I shall call Ron for the sake of having a name attatched to him, gathered us 'round the entrance to the airlock. He then proceeded to tell us about the various ways to fire the 'faser'. Or is it spelt 'phaser'?
Anywho, to fire normal single shots, simply pinch the metal sensors at the end of the gun and squeeze the trigger and release it.
To fire machine gun style, have your fingers on the metal, and squeeze and hold the trigger. Release when you wish to stop firing.
To fire a bomb, release the sensors, pull the trigger and hold it, then aim in the direction of as many people as possible. After that, hold the sensers again. KaBoom! You've shot a bomb!
After that he stepped bak into the airlock and read off our code names and the vest we would wear. I was Green18. A lovely rhyme, but that's beside the point. The point is that Cam was also on my team. Yay for me! He plays Halo incase you were wondering, which you probably weren't, and that means he's really good at games like this. And Michael was on my team.
It was then I discovered that I had made the mistake of wearing a nice purple plaid-ish shirt that didn't seem very light coloured. At the time. I also didn't think my jeans were light coloured, but the black light proved me wrong. I glowed. It looked cool, when we played, but I glowed. In the dark. So I was an easy target.
We pulled on the sweat smelling vests and unclipped our fasers so we could hold them further than three inches away from us. The fasers were attatched to the vest via a cable thing that comunicated with the vest and recorded hits, both by you and on you.
After Ron explained the rules in a deadpan-funny-slightly-sarcastic way that I thought was funny (though I hid my giggles), he released us into the arena. First we had to shoot a target on the wall, whereupon our gun would growl 'Go' at us and start ticking. That meant we had about one minute to find a good spot to start.
Then the music began playing and the fog machines began pumping. And it rocked. I speed walked around, crouching behind obsticles and checking out the ramp/balcony things that lined the long sides of the room. I held my gun one handed in front of me and shot at all the reds I saw. But they always got me before I got them. Around ten minutes later, catching my breath in a hidey hole, I puzzled over the fact that everyone held their guns two handed. And then it dawned on me. Of course! Ron had shown us the sensers and told us how to fire! After calling myself stupid and forgetful, I leaped out and began shooting everyone... properly. And they got hit! So did I, but I didn't care! I had remembered how to shoot!
All too soon the game was over. We filed into the airlock, shooting the target thing again at Ron's prompting. Then we hung up our vests and milled out into the front room. We gathered around the TV that served as a scoreboard. I didn't do too badly. I was 16th out of twenty. Cam, of course, was first. No suprise there!
We each were given a small sheet of paper with our statistics on them. I had a 3.98 acuracy. 728 shots Oh boy. I laughed at that.
Ron let us compare for a minute, then asked if we wanted the same teams for the second game or not. We voted for mixing it up. Michael was on my team again, but Cam wasn't. Never mind that, though! This time I knew how to shoot! I was once again Green18. We entered, shot the target, and dash-walked off to a good place to start. The music started. I was in my element, so to speak. I whirled around stealthily, shooting the reds and a few of the greens by accident. Fortunantly, that didn't count against us, as Ron had explained. I got hit a lot. I didn't think I hit much though.
Now for the part that was more than a little awkward.
For a couple weeks now, I've suspected that Cam has a girlfriend. My older brother and I ran into them at the movie store. Cam brought her to laser tag.
So the part that was awkward was when I rounded a corner, having seen glimmers of their vests in the dark. Cam was red, she was green. On the other side of a slatted barrier, I shot at them, then ran off as I saw how close they were. It looked like in the dark of the room they had been about to kiss! Naurally, I didn't stay around to find out.
All too soon, the music ended and the fog cleared. We removed our vests, retreived our new score sheets and veiwed our results. I was now in twelth place, with an 8.30 acuracy, about 658 shots fired. Much improved, no?
Of course, one guy, not Cam, had decided to go for acuracy alone. He got a 24.00 acuracy! *gaw drop*
Out in the parking lot, we decides that we'd go to Timmies for some refreshment. I got a chocolate milk and a sourcream glazed donut.
And then we drove home. Or at least, back to the church. Co, the youth leader, drove Be and me home the rest of the way.
And that, my dear friends, was my night of laser tagging.
So as you may have guessed from that sentance, I went laser tagging.
To begin my story, we shall start at noon, this past Friday. I was slogging through school, as usual, pushing to be done so I could freely enjoy the fun night my youth group was going to have. After a while, I finished it. I had decided that morning to wear contacts, as I didn't know if we would have to wear goggles or not when lasering. Glasses just get in the way.
My mother drove us to the church and my little brother, Michael, and I joined the others who were going. There were the Far twins (identical twins no less. At least they were different things), Ty, Ash, Bry, a guy I didn't know the name of, Jo, and the drivers. Several others would meet us there.
We walked outside into the chill and divied up into car groups. Naturally, since I don't really have any friends at the church, I ended up going with the extra drivers in their van. So I answered questions when asked, and zoned out the rest of the time.
Upon ariving, we first avoided the slew of little kids jumping out of the building, obviously raving about how cool it had been. Then we parked and walked inside. About three arcade games lined one wall, several vending machines on the other. One of the last sides was the desk, and the last either let you into the bathrooms, up the staris to the observation deck for mothers who needed a break from hyper kids, and the entrance to the 'airlock'. Neon colours on black decorated the airlock. Rods lined the walls, holding the vests off the floor in a neat line.
The others of our group caught up with us. Cam, Tal, Pau, and a couple others I didn't know were there to fight with us. Just so you know, Cam is my next door neighbour. That's an important detail for later.
We all signed our names and code names on a peice of paper specially designed for that purpose. I was Blank Parchment. All total, there were twenty of us playing.
The explanation dude, whom I shall call Ron for the sake of having a name attatched to him, gathered us 'round the entrance to the airlock. He then proceeded to tell us about the various ways to fire the 'faser'. Or is it spelt 'phaser'?
Anywho, to fire normal single shots, simply pinch the metal sensors at the end of the gun and squeeze the trigger and release it.
To fire machine gun style, have your fingers on the metal, and squeeze and hold the trigger. Release when you wish to stop firing.
To fire a bomb, release the sensors, pull the trigger and hold it, then aim in the direction of as many people as possible. After that, hold the sensers again. KaBoom! You've shot a bomb!
After that he stepped bak into the airlock and read off our code names and the vest we would wear. I was Green18. A lovely rhyme, but that's beside the point. The point is that Cam was also on my team. Yay for me! He plays Halo incase you were wondering, which you probably weren't, and that means he's really good at games like this. And Michael was on my team.
It was then I discovered that I had made the mistake of wearing a nice purple plaid-ish shirt that didn't seem very light coloured. At the time. I also didn't think my jeans were light coloured, but the black light proved me wrong. I glowed. It looked cool, when we played, but I glowed. In the dark. So I was an easy target.
We pulled on the sweat smelling vests and unclipped our fasers so we could hold them further than three inches away from us. The fasers were attatched to the vest via a cable thing that comunicated with the vest and recorded hits, both by you and on you.
After Ron explained the rules in a deadpan-funny-slightly-sarcastic way that I thought was funny (though I hid my giggles), he released us into the arena. First we had to shoot a target on the wall, whereupon our gun would growl 'Go' at us and start ticking. That meant we had about one minute to find a good spot to start.
Then the music began playing and the fog machines began pumping. And it rocked. I speed walked around, crouching behind obsticles and checking out the ramp/balcony things that lined the long sides of the room. I held my gun one handed in front of me and shot at all the reds I saw. But they always got me before I got them. Around ten minutes later, catching my breath in a hidey hole, I puzzled over the fact that everyone held their guns two handed. And then it dawned on me. Of course! Ron had shown us the sensers and told us how to fire! After calling myself stupid and forgetful, I leaped out and began shooting everyone... properly. And they got hit! So did I, but I didn't care! I had remembered how to shoot!
All too soon the game was over. We filed into the airlock, shooting the target thing again at Ron's prompting. Then we hung up our vests and milled out into the front room. We gathered around the TV that served as a scoreboard. I didn't do too badly. I was 16th out of twenty. Cam, of course, was first. No suprise there!
We each were given a small sheet of paper with our statistics on them. I had a 3.98 acuracy. 728 shots Oh boy. I laughed at that.
Ron let us compare for a minute, then asked if we wanted the same teams for the second game or not. We voted for mixing it up. Michael was on my team again, but Cam wasn't. Never mind that, though! This time I knew how to shoot! I was once again Green18. We entered, shot the target, and dash-walked off to a good place to start. The music started. I was in my element, so to speak. I whirled around stealthily, shooting the reds and a few of the greens by accident. Fortunantly, that didn't count against us, as Ron had explained. I got hit a lot. I didn't think I hit much though.
Now for the part that was more than a little awkward.
For a couple weeks now, I've suspected that Cam has a girlfriend. My older brother and I ran into them at the movie store. Cam brought her to laser tag.
So the part that was awkward was when I rounded a corner, having seen glimmers of their vests in the dark. Cam was red, she was green. On the other side of a slatted barrier, I shot at them, then ran off as I saw how close they were. It looked like in the dark of the room they had been about to kiss! Naurally, I didn't stay around to find out.
All too soon, the music ended and the fog cleared. We removed our vests, retreived our new score sheets and veiwed our results. I was now in twelth place, with an 8.30 acuracy, about 658 shots fired. Much improved, no?
Of course, one guy, not Cam, had decided to go for acuracy alone. He got a 24.00 acuracy! *gaw drop*
Out in the parking lot, we decides that we'd go to Timmies for some refreshment. I got a chocolate milk and a sourcream glazed donut.
And then we drove home. Or at least, back to the church. Co, the youth leader, drove Be and me home the rest of the way.
And that, my dear friends, was my night of laser tagging.
And now for my tale of nearly breaking my hand.
Yes, my hand is/has been/did bruise. And it's another result of youth group.
Basically, we were playing a type of tag where there's a zombie (who can't bend his/her knees and must walk/run/shuffle around with a hand on their head at all times) and all the rest are humans. Each hunman has a sock. If a zombie is hit by a sock twice, they must o back to the regeneration room and stay for a couple seconds. Then they can come back and be fierce again. The zombies have to tag everyone. The humans try to eveade.
Now in the first game, It turns out that An was one of the zombies. I suspected as much because I had heard her get tagged when our youth leader was choosing zombies. So when she turned into a zombie after being out of the room for a minute (a rule I didn't really feel like explaining) She told me to just hit her with my sock twice. So I did, and she went back to the room and stayed there, as this really isn't her type of game. Then I went down a few stairs and was about to open a door when Cory, the leader, burst out roaring with a hand upon his head.
Naturally, I screamed as I did that odd jittery jumpy thing girls do when they get seriously suprised. Needless to say, I was too suprised to run and Cory tagged me. So I was a zombie for the rest of the game.
Then we played it again. I once again was tagged soon into the game. Towrads the end of the game, several (as in, about six) guys had baracaded themselves into a room. They were about to close the door so I ran at it, hopeing that I could at least stop it from closeing then push it open and tag someone.
Well, my plan may have sounded good, but it wasn't. I shoved my hand between the door and doorway without really considering that there were at least four guys putting all their weight into slamming the door shut to keep me out. Cory was the only one I could really see, but a Farmer (not sure which one... they're identical) and Bry and Jo and I think Bev were in there as well. Probably a couple others. And well, none of these guys are exactly small little fellows, except for the Farmer. He's shorter and skinny.
So my fingers on my right hand were crushed in the door. Almost as soon as the door had hit, Cory had yanked it open and was asking if I was all right. I'm pretty proud of my reponse. I didn't cry, though my hand hurt like blue blazes and I couldn't really bend my fingers. And I managed to make a cherant statement concerning my fingers and headed back to the room. I'd gotten hit by well over two socks and decided to use the room to recover my composure a little more.
There I looked upon my dear hand. The joint just below my fingernail on my middle finger had a few lovely scrapes that stung and hurt a lot. The joint below that had what apeared to be a combanation of a blister and a wart that most certainly hadn't been there before. My ring finger was quite red and swelling a little. My pointer finger was also red and swelling. My that middle finger, oh that middle finger! It was swelling nicely. Very nicely.
Well, by now I had recovered enough and bent my fingers, showing they weren't broken. But oh how my hand hurt! Even now, even two minutes after being slammed.
Then the rest of the group came trouping back into the room. Zombies had broken through the last defenses and the game was over.
Cory saw me and again asked how my hand was. I smiled, a rather painful smile, and held up my hand, bending the fingers for him. "Better, sorta," was my reply.
A girl in the group called Adi looked at me and asked what happened to it. Cory answered before I did. I just showed Adi my hand. She made the appropriate suck-in-your-breath and owch and ooo noises. Then a couple others looked.
After that Cory said we'd play one more game of it. He said they'd do better this time. He had a joking smile as he said this time they'd break fingers. I just rolled my eyes.
My hand still stung and ached, but I played anyway. In that game I ran dowstairs and hid behind a pillar disguised as a tree in a dark room. Of course, the zombied knew that this room is a favourite room amoung humans and two soon came. I circled the tree trunk as the zombies went around the other sider, heading for one of the Farmers. I made a break for the open door. Bry saw me and he ran at me, tagging me before I reached the door. Being tagged while running threw off my balence and I stumbled into the wall. Out of reflex I said, "Ow." Bry imeadiatly was sorry and apologized. Then I apologized to him for saying ow wehn I really wasn't hurt. I'm sure he must have thought me slightly ditzy then. Oh well. I ran out the door and helped other zombies break open Cory's hiding spot. The rest of the game passed without incodent and we returned to the room safe and sound.
Now, we almost always go to McDonald's after youth. An and I drove there. Bry, Bev, Jo, and a junior youth, Bri, were already there. (Bri is Bry and Bev's sister) Bev asked me how my hand was. I had a slightly spacey sounding relpy along the lines of, "Oh! It's fine! Much better." He nodded in a way that seemed to say 'Oh that's good.' Then Bri, who is a fun girl and decently mature for her age (which is a year younger than me little brother whom I shall now call Micheal and I'll call my older brother James for the sake of them having names. Not that they're part of this story) asked me what happened to my hand. "Oh, it got slammed in a door during a game," I said as I showed her my hand. She winced at the sight of my red appendage. I looked at it again. The swelling had increased, especially on my middle finger. The second joint was now one and a half times the normal size.
When I got home, I had fun entertaining Micheal and James with my tale. I also had fun soothing the pain with an ice pack from the freezer.
Now, several days later, my pointer finger has an interesting purpley blue look to it. Sort of an underlying glow, you know? The knuckles on most of my other fingers were also briused. The back of my thumb has the blue tinge tio it and is quite tender. I'm actually hoping that the visible bruises will stay 'till next youth group. I want to show Cory the bruises he and the others gave me. Maybe it'll encourage them to not slam so hard.
Basically, we were playing a type of tag where there's a zombie (who can't bend his/her knees and must walk/run/shuffle around with a hand on their head at all times) and all the rest are humans. Each hunman has a sock. If a zombie is hit by a sock twice, they must o back to the regeneration room and stay for a couple seconds. Then they can come back and be fierce again. The zombies have to tag everyone. The humans try to eveade.
Now in the first game, It turns out that An was one of the zombies. I suspected as much because I had heard her get tagged when our youth leader was choosing zombies. So when she turned into a zombie after being out of the room for a minute (a rule I didn't really feel like explaining) She told me to just hit her with my sock twice. So I did, and she went back to the room and stayed there, as this really isn't her type of game. Then I went down a few stairs and was about to open a door when Cory, the leader, burst out roaring with a hand upon his head.
Naturally, I screamed as I did that odd jittery jumpy thing girls do when they get seriously suprised. Needless to say, I was too suprised to run and Cory tagged me. So I was a zombie for the rest of the game.
Then we played it again. I once again was tagged soon into the game. Towrads the end of the game, several (as in, about six) guys had baracaded themselves into a room. They were about to close the door so I ran at it, hopeing that I could at least stop it from closeing then push it open and tag someone.
Well, my plan may have sounded good, but it wasn't. I shoved my hand between the door and doorway without really considering that there were at least four guys putting all their weight into slamming the door shut to keep me out. Cory was the only one I could really see, but a Farmer (not sure which one... they're identical) and Bry and Jo and I think Bev were in there as well. Probably a couple others. And well, none of these guys are exactly small little fellows, except for the Farmer. He's shorter and skinny.
So my fingers on my right hand were crushed in the door. Almost as soon as the door had hit, Cory had yanked it open and was asking if I was all right. I'm pretty proud of my reponse. I didn't cry, though my hand hurt like blue blazes and I couldn't really bend my fingers. And I managed to make a cherant statement concerning my fingers and headed back to the room. I'd gotten hit by well over two socks and decided to use the room to recover my composure a little more.
There I looked upon my dear hand. The joint just below my fingernail on my middle finger had a few lovely scrapes that stung and hurt a lot. The joint below that had what apeared to be a combanation of a blister and a wart that most certainly hadn't been there before. My ring finger was quite red and swelling a little. My pointer finger was also red and swelling. My that middle finger, oh that middle finger! It was swelling nicely. Very nicely.
Well, by now I had recovered enough and bent my fingers, showing they weren't broken. But oh how my hand hurt! Even now, even two minutes after being slammed.
Then the rest of the group came trouping back into the room. Zombies had broken through the last defenses and the game was over.
Cory saw me and again asked how my hand was. I smiled, a rather painful smile, and held up my hand, bending the fingers for him. "Better, sorta," was my reply.
A girl in the group called Adi looked at me and asked what happened to it. Cory answered before I did. I just showed Adi my hand. She made the appropriate suck-in-your-breath and owch and ooo noises. Then a couple others looked.
After that Cory said we'd play one more game of it. He said they'd do better this time. He had a joking smile as he said this time they'd break fingers. I just rolled my eyes.
My hand still stung and ached, but I played anyway. In that game I ran dowstairs and hid behind a pillar disguised as a tree in a dark room. Of course, the zombied knew that this room is a favourite room amoung humans and two soon came. I circled the tree trunk as the zombies went around the other sider, heading for one of the Farmers. I made a break for the open door. Bry saw me and he ran at me, tagging me before I reached the door. Being tagged while running threw off my balence and I stumbled into the wall. Out of reflex I said, "Ow." Bry imeadiatly was sorry and apologized. Then I apologized to him for saying ow wehn I really wasn't hurt. I'm sure he must have thought me slightly ditzy then. Oh well. I ran out the door and helped other zombies break open Cory's hiding spot. The rest of the game passed without incodent and we returned to the room safe and sound.
Now, we almost always go to McDonald's after youth. An and I drove there. Bry, Bev, Jo, and a junior youth, Bri, were already there. (Bri is Bry and Bev's sister) Bev asked me how my hand was. I had a slightly spacey sounding relpy along the lines of, "Oh! It's fine! Much better." He nodded in a way that seemed to say 'Oh that's good.' Then Bri, who is a fun girl and decently mature for her age (which is a year younger than me little brother whom I shall now call Micheal and I'll call my older brother James for the sake of them having names. Not that they're part of this story) asked me what happened to my hand. "Oh, it got slammed in a door during a game," I said as I showed her my hand. She winced at the sight of my red appendage. I looked at it again. The swelling had increased, especially on my middle finger. The second joint was now one and a half times the normal size.
When I got home, I had fun entertaining Micheal and James with my tale. I also had fun soothing the pain with an ice pack from the freezer.
Now, several days later, my pointer finger has an interesting purpley blue look to it. Sort of an underlying glow, you know? The knuckles on most of my other fingers were also briused. The back of my thumb has the blue tinge tio it and is quite tender. I'm actually hoping that the visible bruises will stay 'till next youth group. I want to show Cory the bruises he and the others gave me. Maybe it'll encourage them to not slam so hard.
Monday 28 November 2011
A reason to live.
Please, if anyone, anyone at all reads what I have to say, please watch this video. Please see what Cassie has to say. It is SO important! And if any of you have questions, I'll do my best to answer. I can't promise I'll have answers to all of them, but I'll try. Just leave a comment.
God be with you my friends.
God be with you my friends.
Friday 25 November 2011
A New Match
You would remember yesterday when I was feeling so down. Today is different. (Oh how I love female hormones! NOT!!)
Today I look out the window. It's a differnt window this time. Is see soft shadows cast on the garage roof. Tall, graceful trees reach high. Their leaves don't seem as brown today. They're more of a yellowy green. And today I see the evergreens as well. They too reach high. Higher even than the trees with leaves. The ky is not gray any longer. It's a glorious blue, though it is half covered by clouds. But these clouds aren't the single gray plane I veiwed yesterday. Today, the top of the clouds shine out white, the bottoms are gray with a touch of blue. They drif accross the sky from left to right, like when you read the pages of a book. The sunshine is golden and warm.
My mood may not exactlymatch what I see outside, but it sure is better than yesterday! I don't feel the same lifelessness as before. I can see the green in the leaves now. And my sky is a beautiful blue.
What a glorious change.
Tonight I'm going laser tagging with my new youth group. Oh that's right! I haven't updated you on my youth situation!
Let's start at the beggining (a very good place to start!).
This year I have gone to youth group at a church in town, instead of youth at my church. You see, my church has all of six kids who are of youth age (meaning kids from twelve to seventeen). And not all of us came to youth. So after a while, Mr. F (our over-sixty year old youth leader), decided that this year youth would be the exact opposite of last year. Instead of 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's youth', it became 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's no youth'. Yeah, that's really what happened!
So, my cousin An and I (yes, gramaticly correct would be 'me' in that sentance, but whatever) decided to try a youth group in town. Well, I convinced her of it. But the first time we went, we accidently ended up tagging along on the junior youth's night out. So that was... intersting. There were a couple of 'mature' juniors there, so we talked with them and the senior who had come along to help out. All in all, it wasn't a bad night.
Then the next time we went to the proper age group. There, I won half of the games we played and gained two Micky D gift cards as a prize. And I gained a small reputation as the girl who wins. So it was fun.
Then I went to California for a wedding, came home, and went to youth again. Then I was off to Saskatchewan for a fun event. I missed one time then. I came home sick and stayed sick long enough to miss another time. The day I was feeling better, my brother and I were in the movie rental store picking out something for family night. There we ran into our neighbour and a girl I can only assume was his girlfriend. She definantly wasn't his sister. Anyways, he asked what we had been doing lately (not much, was my brother's reply) and I said I'd been gone and then been sick. And then he nodded and said that that must be why I wasn't at youth. I was only able to nod. As far as I know, NO ONE has ever noticed I've been gone before! The next time I was able to go to youth, An told be thatshe wouldn't have to answer questions about me being gone this time. Naturally, me being the quiet girl I am, I was amazed that people had not only noticed I was gone, but asked where I was!
So that was interesting.
And now this week (today, tonight really), the senior youth is goin' out laser tagging. It's gonna be fun! (I hope)
Today I look out the window. It's a differnt window this time. Is see soft shadows cast on the garage roof. Tall, graceful trees reach high. Their leaves don't seem as brown today. They're more of a yellowy green. And today I see the evergreens as well. They too reach high. Higher even than the trees with leaves. The ky is not gray any longer. It's a glorious blue, though it is half covered by clouds. But these clouds aren't the single gray plane I veiwed yesterday. Today, the top of the clouds shine out white, the bottoms are gray with a touch of blue. They drif accross the sky from left to right, like when you read the pages of a book. The sunshine is golden and warm.
My mood may not exactlymatch what I see outside, but it sure is better than yesterday! I don't feel the same lifelessness as before. I can see the green in the leaves now. And my sky is a beautiful blue.
What a glorious change.
Tonight I'm going laser tagging with my new youth group. Oh that's right! I haven't updated you on my youth situation!
Let's start at the beggining (a very good place to start!).
This year I have gone to youth group at a church in town, instead of youth at my church. You see, my church has all of six kids who are of youth age (meaning kids from twelve to seventeen). And not all of us came to youth. So after a while, Mr. F (our over-sixty year old youth leader), decided that this year youth would be the exact opposite of last year. Instead of 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's youth', it became 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's no youth'. Yeah, that's really what happened!
So, my cousin An and I (yes, gramaticly correct would be 'me' in that sentance, but whatever) decided to try a youth group in town. Well, I convinced her of it. But the first time we went, we accidently ended up tagging along on the junior youth's night out. So that was... intersting. There were a couple of 'mature' juniors there, so we talked with them and the senior who had come along to help out. All in all, it wasn't a bad night.
Then the next time we went to the proper age group. There, I won half of the games we played and gained two Micky D gift cards as a prize. And I gained a small reputation as the girl who wins. So it was fun.
Then I went to California for a wedding, came home, and went to youth again. Then I was off to Saskatchewan for a fun event. I missed one time then. I came home sick and stayed sick long enough to miss another time. The day I was feeling better, my brother and I were in the movie rental store picking out something for family night. There we ran into our neighbour and a girl I can only assume was his girlfriend. She definantly wasn't his sister. Anyways, he asked what we had been doing lately (not much, was my brother's reply) and I said I'd been gone and then been sick. And then he nodded and said that that must be why I wasn't at youth. I was only able to nod. As far as I know, NO ONE has ever noticed I've been gone before! The next time I was able to go to youth, An told be thatshe wouldn't have to answer questions about me being gone this time. Naturally, me being the quiet girl I am, I was amazed that people had not only noticed I was gone, but asked where I was!
So that was interesting.
And now this week (today, tonight really), the senior youth is goin' out laser tagging. It's gonna be fun! (I hope)
Thursday 24 November 2011
Matching
Today I looked out the window of my room. The sky was gray and the trees looked dead, with few leaves clinging to them. That's when I thought that's exactly how I feel. Gray and colourless, the leaves just barely hangin on though they're already dead and brown. I feel depressed, just like the sky. I feel lifeless, just wandering through life, like the tree with dead leaves. And I wonder, how do I get out of this? I wake up every morning and don't want to leave my bed, for I know that I'll just be sloggin through another day, loaded with schoolwork and other things. I stare at the computer screen, lacking the motivation to get on with it and do my school.
Saturday 29 October 2011
How to Create Good Characters
This is not a post about character as in a person's character. It's about charaters, as in books and movies. Keep reading if you want to find out how I create characters.
First off, create a sort of form/character sheet. I gernerally use this one.
Full name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Crush:
GF/BF:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Talents:
Description:
Other:
History:
Now, that seems like a bunch of random things. Here's the same form, but with a breif explanation of each word.
Full name: The full name of your character. Such as Lucy Rae McFly
Nickname: Any nicknames your character might have. Include deragatory/harmful nicknames.
Gender: This is pretty obvious, right?
Age: Pretty obvious?
Personality: Use a series of words to describe your character. Such as 'helpful, mistrusting, angrey, loving, silly, bubbly, fun, annoying' and any other adjectives you might come up with.
Crush: Who your character has a crush on.
GF/BF: Your character's boyfriend or girlfriend, if they have one.
Likes: A list of likes. Could be anything from apples to swimming to hand grenades. Both things your character likes to do, eat, see, and what types of people they like.
Dislikes: The opposite of above.
Strengths: This is different from likes. While your character may like some things, they may not be good at them, or the thing may not be able to be a strength. (like apples... how could that be a strength??)
Weaknesses: Opposite of above. Also things your characer doesn't like doing (such as telling lies)
Talents: Choose a few strengths (or even weaknesses, since telling convincing lies is a talent, albeit one we don't really want) and list them here. This is what your character is really good at.
Description: Describe how your character looks. Don't just find a picture and say 'that's it', take time to describe how your character looks. Let's face it, this is great practice for describing things when you're writing as well.
Other: Anything else not covered by the other topics you wnat to include.
History: This is where you write a bit about your character's past. Try to have a decent sized paragraph on this. You don't have to go in depth, just try to have their life outlined in simple sentances.
Now I shall show you a character I've created with this form. In the story this character is in, he is stranded on an island with the rest of his school class.
Full name: Markus James McKethe
Nickname: Mark
Gender: M
Age: 18
Personality: Kind, honest, loyal, stubbon, a little loud, funny, has ocasional bouts of moodiness, can be serious when needed to be.
Crush: It will most likely end up Rebecca
GF/BF: None
Likes: Jokes, honey, coffee, climbing, soccer and football, frisbees.
Dislikes: Losing, not having coffee, people who can't take a joke.
Strengths: Climbing, finding honey and coffee plants, identifying plants, general althleticism, endurance.
Weaknesses: Sprinting for much more than 25-ish yards, making things that stand up to a stiff breeze, math, art of any kind (he's horrible at it).
Talents: Finding and identifying plants, finding honey, climbing, endurance.
Description: Markus is slightly above average height, at 6 feet tall. He is pretty muscular since he has been working out for four years. He has reddish brown hair and green eyes. He has huge feet that he constantly trips over.
Other: He is very clumsy, klutzy would be a beter discription.
History: Markus was born to a 17 year-old girl who made a huge mistake. She knew she wasn't ready for taking care of an infant, so she put him up for adoption. Almost right away he was adopted. Markus grew up in a loving family. He has seven siblings, two sisters who were born naturaly to his parents after they adopted him, one brother who was also 'natural' child, an adopted brother/sister set of twins, and two more adopted brothers, both older than him. He learned how to make himself heard by having that lot for a family. His older brothers are both married. The oldest has two kids already and the younger of them has one child. Markus had a best friend named Rob when he was 13. One day Rob dissapeared and was never found. Markus has always felt guilty about that. He feels as if he could have stopped it.
And there you have it! That is my way of creating a character. Of course, any character that's created has a great chance of growing into something you weren't planning one, so don't worry if that happens and ride the tides of your imagination!
ba-dee ba-dee ba-dee, That's all folks!
First off, create a sort of form/character sheet. I gernerally use this one.
Full name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Crush:
GF/BF:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Talents:
Description:
Other:
History:
Now, that seems like a bunch of random things. Here's the same form, but with a breif explanation of each word.
Full name: The full name of your character. Such as Lucy Rae McFly
Nickname: Any nicknames your character might have. Include deragatory/harmful nicknames.
Gender: This is pretty obvious, right?
Age: Pretty obvious?
Personality: Use a series of words to describe your character. Such as 'helpful, mistrusting, angrey, loving, silly, bubbly, fun, annoying' and any other adjectives you might come up with.
Crush: Who your character has a crush on.
GF/BF: Your character's boyfriend or girlfriend, if they have one.
Likes: A list of likes. Could be anything from apples to swimming to hand grenades. Both things your character likes to do, eat, see, and what types of people they like.
Dislikes: The opposite of above.
Strengths: This is different from likes. While your character may like some things, they may not be good at them, or the thing may not be able to be a strength. (like apples... how could that be a strength??)
Weaknesses: Opposite of above. Also things your characer doesn't like doing (such as telling lies)
Talents: Choose a few strengths (or even weaknesses, since telling convincing lies is a talent, albeit one we don't really want) and list them here. This is what your character is really good at.
Description: Describe how your character looks. Don't just find a picture and say 'that's it', take time to describe how your character looks. Let's face it, this is great practice for describing things when you're writing as well.
Other: Anything else not covered by the other topics you wnat to include.
History: This is where you write a bit about your character's past. Try to have a decent sized paragraph on this. You don't have to go in depth, just try to have their life outlined in simple sentances.
Now I shall show you a character I've created with this form. In the story this character is in, he is stranded on an island with the rest of his school class.
Full name: Markus James McKethe
Nickname: Mark
Gender: M
Age: 18
Personality: Kind, honest, loyal, stubbon, a little loud, funny, has ocasional bouts of moodiness, can be serious when needed to be.
Crush: It will most likely end up Rebecca
GF/BF: None
Likes: Jokes, honey, coffee, climbing, soccer and football, frisbees.
Dislikes: Losing, not having coffee, people who can't take a joke.
Strengths: Climbing, finding honey and coffee plants, identifying plants, general althleticism, endurance.
Weaknesses: Sprinting for much more than 25-ish yards, making things that stand up to a stiff breeze, math, art of any kind (he's horrible at it).
Talents: Finding and identifying plants, finding honey, climbing, endurance.
Description: Markus is slightly above average height, at 6 feet tall. He is pretty muscular since he has been working out for four years. He has reddish brown hair and green eyes. He has huge feet that he constantly trips over.
Other: He is very clumsy, klutzy would be a beter discription.
History: Markus was born to a 17 year-old girl who made a huge mistake. She knew she wasn't ready for taking care of an infant, so she put him up for adoption. Almost right away he was adopted. Markus grew up in a loving family. He has seven siblings, two sisters who were born naturaly to his parents after they adopted him, one brother who was also 'natural' child, an adopted brother/sister set of twins, and two more adopted brothers, both older than him. He learned how to make himself heard by having that lot for a family. His older brothers are both married. The oldest has two kids already and the younger of them has one child. Markus had a best friend named Rob when he was 13. One day Rob dissapeared and was never found. Markus has always felt guilty about that. He feels as if he could have stopped it.
And there you have it! That is my way of creating a character. Of course, any character that's created has a great chance of growing into something you weren't planning one, so don't worry if that happens and ride the tides of your imagination!
ba-dee ba-dee ba-dee, That's all folks!
Tuesday 25 October 2011
I haven't heard
There are a couple words I haven't heard in months. A few words that don't seem that important, but reall are some of the best words girl can hear.
I haven't been called beautiful by a guy since my dad died. Four months ago.
On one website I enjoy playing RPGs on, the players I 'hang out with' have all been girls for nearly as long as I can remember. About three weeks ago, a guy joined our group. We gve him the nickname Dude because he was the only guy. One of the girls strted a chainmail that was called 100 hugs. In it, she wrote hug one hindred times. Then she told us to pass it on. So of course we all sent it to each other in our group.
Dude sent me a copy.
I told him thanks. He sent back a reply saying 'You're welcome, beautiful lady."
I hadn't been called beutiful by a guy for four months.
It ade me sob.
I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words until someone sad them.
I miss my daddy a lot.
I haven't been called beautiful by a guy since my dad died. Four months ago.
On one website I enjoy playing RPGs on, the players I 'hang out with' have all been girls for nearly as long as I can remember. About three weeks ago, a guy joined our group. We gve him the nickname Dude because he was the only guy. One of the girls strted a chainmail that was called 100 hugs. In it, she wrote hug one hindred times. Then she told us to pass it on. So of course we all sent it to each other in our group.
Dude sent me a copy.
I told him thanks. He sent back a reply saying 'You're welcome, beautiful lady."
I hadn't been called beutiful by a guy for four months.
It ade me sob.
I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words until someone sad them.
I miss my daddy a lot.
Saturday 1 October 2011
Cold Outside and a Mug of Warmth
It's raining. It has been all day. This morning I spent an hour, hour and a half doing some science. Yeah, I know. It's Saturday. I shouldn't be doing any school. But last year I got behind in science due to all that was going on. Now I've got a provincial exam for last year which happens to fall on my birthday. Not fun. But in other news I'm going to get my driver's license. Not telling what one (the L or the N) because that would give away my age. But that's was happening. And I'm sitting here at the computer with a mug of hot chocolate (three and a half very full scoops of powder, a sprinkling of allspice) and almost falling asleep. I've also had a cold (and still have the annoying thing. I'm very stuffed up right now) and am trying to get over that before my family goes to the states for a few days for my cousin's wedding. Flying does not feel good when you have a head cold. And I get earaches while flying ayways, so I'm not sure how this time will go.
Well, see ya round.
Well, see ya round.
Friday 12 August 2011
Catching up
I think I should actualy post a few things once in a while, don't you?
Well, since my last post, several tings have happened.
My dad died.
I had my last drama performance with my drama club. And my drama club closed.
My brother graduated.
My little brother's baseball is over (finally!).
My uncle M came for a visit with his kids. Morgan went home after spending one night. Steff went back to collage after spending a night. Then the next day we found out that Morgan was in the hospital. The cause? Attempted suicide. Please pray for him. My uncle thought my sense of humor was great. He loved my one liners that I just shoot off.
My grandma M came for a visit as well. As did my uncle J. And my uncle L and aunt MS and their two boys.
My mom's friend K came for a visit as well. We floated down a river on tubes for fun while she was here and also went riding tenasee walking horses. Fun! The river was freezing and my horse was short and just being trained.
I'm taking riding lessons again. (finally). Rosie will now canter both leads pretty well on a circle that's about, oh, say, thirty feet diameter? Good for her! She'll also do turns on the forehand either way, we tried getting her to do the two-track but failed. And now we're teaching her to do turns on the haunches. She'll also run around on the lunge line both ways, even at a canter.
Two lessons ago, I almost fainted. I had a belly ache prior to the lesson and then it sort of went away, but so did my vision, hearing, and sense of direction. Needless to say, that lesson was canceled.
I've been playing around with photoshop (I call it PS. Do not mistake with PlayStaion). I'm getting better each time and my most recent project is a pegesus. He's supposed to be Artham P. Wingfeather from the Wingfeather Saga in horse form when I'm done.
I watched the Jurassic Park movies.
I wrote several poems that turned out decently, if I do say so myself.
I came up with most of the main plot line for a book.
I read about fifty books.
I still havn't finished science.
I took a Spanish course. Learned a lot and can now sort of reconize several phrases when they're spoken to me.
The wheat fields are harvested. (yay! Easier to ride Rosie in now)
I've quit feeding Rosie hay because she needs to slim down a bit and there is PLENTY of grass for her to eat since she is the only four legged beast in the pasture.
The pups have grown and are now nine months old and still very cute.
The lawn is turning brown since we can't really water it since we're on water restriction, just like any summer. Other years have been worse. Once we could only water between certain hours on certain days. Otherwise people WAY down the pipeline will have nary a trickle of water. The pipe system was not well thought out.
I've babysat a ton. Six kids at once for several hours once. Earned enough money to buy a Wacom Bamboo Fun tablet to aid me with my art.
I'm going to turn the things I do with PS into a class for school and get credits for it. Same with having Rosie. I'm taking Western Rider 1 this year and getting credits for that.
I feel a little spoiled since my mom bought me TWO pairs of LuluLemon pants. So comfy!!
And I think that's it. Expect most of my posts to be like this. I kinda forget I have a blog sometimes. :p
Well, since my last post, several tings have happened.
My dad died.
I had my last drama performance with my drama club. And my drama club closed.
My brother graduated.
My little brother's baseball is over (finally!).
My uncle M came for a visit with his kids. Morgan went home after spending one night. Steff went back to collage after spending a night. Then the next day we found out that Morgan was in the hospital. The cause? Attempted suicide. Please pray for him. My uncle thought my sense of humor was great. He loved my one liners that I just shoot off.
My grandma M came for a visit as well. As did my uncle J. And my uncle L and aunt MS and their two boys.
My mom's friend K came for a visit as well. We floated down a river on tubes for fun while she was here and also went riding tenasee walking horses. Fun! The river was freezing and my horse was short and just being trained.
I'm taking riding lessons again. (finally). Rosie will now canter both leads pretty well on a circle that's about, oh, say, thirty feet diameter? Good for her! She'll also do turns on the forehand either way, we tried getting her to do the two-track but failed. And now we're teaching her to do turns on the haunches. She'll also run around on the lunge line both ways, even at a canter.
Two lessons ago, I almost fainted. I had a belly ache prior to the lesson and then it sort of went away, but so did my vision, hearing, and sense of direction. Needless to say, that lesson was canceled.
I've been playing around with photoshop (I call it PS. Do not mistake with PlayStaion). I'm getting better each time and my most recent project is a pegesus. He's supposed to be Artham P. Wingfeather from the Wingfeather Saga in horse form when I'm done.
I watched the Jurassic Park movies.
I wrote several poems that turned out decently, if I do say so myself.
I came up with most of the main plot line for a book.
I read about fifty books.
I still havn't finished science.
I took a Spanish course. Learned a lot and can now sort of reconize several phrases when they're spoken to me.
The wheat fields are harvested. (yay! Easier to ride Rosie in now)
I've quit feeding Rosie hay because she needs to slim down a bit and there is PLENTY of grass for her to eat since she is the only four legged beast in the pasture.
The pups have grown and are now nine months old and still very cute.
The lawn is turning brown since we can't really water it since we're on water restriction, just like any summer. Other years have been worse. Once we could only water between certain hours on certain days. Otherwise people WAY down the pipeline will have nary a trickle of water. The pipe system was not well thought out.
I've babysat a ton. Six kids at once for several hours once. Earned enough money to buy a Wacom Bamboo Fun tablet to aid me with my art.
I'm going to turn the things I do with PS into a class for school and get credits for it. Same with having Rosie. I'm taking Western Rider 1 this year and getting credits for that.
I feel a little spoiled since my mom bought me TWO pairs of LuluLemon pants. So comfy!!
And I think that's it. Expect most of my posts to be like this. I kinda forget I have a blog sometimes. :p
Saturday 4 June 2011
A funny Thing I Heard Today
I was visiting my dad at hospice house today and my uncle was there as well. My older brother and I mentioned that we were going to Grandma and Grandpa's for lunch. Then my dad turned to my uncle and asked, "You rember that time when we visited our grandparents?" And that's what started this story.
A while back, my dad lived at the coast. So did his grandparents. So they saw each other a lot. One of my uncles lived a good ways away and didn't se his grandparents as much as my dad did. One day, my uncles went over there and he and my dad decided to visit their grandparents. They arrived fine, but they sat in silence with my great-grandparents for about 15 min. Finally, my Great-Grandpa asked, "So who's your friend?" My Great-Grandma was horrified that he couldn't remember his own grandkid! lol! My great-grandpa felt really bad after that. :p
It was a funny story.
A while back, my dad lived at the coast. So did his grandparents. So they saw each other a lot. One of my uncles lived a good ways away and didn't se his grandparents as much as my dad did. One day, my uncles went over there and he and my dad decided to visit their grandparents. They arrived fine, but they sat in silence with my great-grandparents for about 15 min. Finally, my Great-Grandpa asked, "So who's your friend?" My Great-Grandma was horrified that he couldn't remember his own grandkid! lol! My great-grandpa felt really bad after that. :p
It was a funny story.
Friday 27 May 2011
Tears and Fears and Maybe Something Else
It's amazing how quickly the things I cried over changed. Late at night, instead of crying about being the outsider, the girl no one really pays attention too, I've been crying for other reasons. I sometimes don't even know WHY I'm crying. I just cry. It's been really hard these last two months. Really hard. I hide my pain and only really cry at night, when no one will see me. But my hurt, my pain, it's all there. I feel it nearly every moment of the day. God has been there for me. He has helped me this far, and He will help me the rest of the way.
My fears have changed too. I no longer am as terrified of people as I was this time last year. I'm in my mid teens, and last year I was afraid to even buy things at a store without someone I know there. I hated being so scared. I wasn't really scared of someone hurting me, just afraid of people in general. They make me nervous. So nervous I can barely squeak out 'Hi' in reponse to them. That fear has increased in insane amounts. God has helped me so much with that. My drama group helped me come out of my shell as well. I don't know why I wasn;t scared stiff on the stage, but I wasn't. Not completly, anyway.
My fear of people has been around since I was really little. I nearly refused my first ride on a horse because I was scared of my cousins (They had the horses). But I did that and really liked it. But I still struggle with fear. It helps to remember that God did not make us to be creatures of fear, but He made us to be strong in Him.
Strong in God. Sounds perfect to me. I know I cannot carry on on my own. I need His help. I need Him. He is my Light, my Strength, my Life. One of my favorite verses is in Philipians. "I can do all things, through Christ who strengthens me." Amazing. I can do anything! Because God gives me strength!
One time I was house and cat sitting for my neighbours while they were away for a while. They have a picture thing on the wall. It has a Bible verse on it from one of the 'H' books in the Old Testemant. I don't remember the exact words, but it said that God sings for us. God, our mighty Creator, singing, for US! It blew me away. I walked home in a daze because it was so overwelming. It was a 'wow' moment. I'm still awaed by the fact that my Creator sings for His lowley creation.
My fears have changed too. I no longer am as terrified of people as I was this time last year. I'm in my mid teens, and last year I was afraid to even buy things at a store without someone I know there. I hated being so scared. I wasn't really scared of someone hurting me, just afraid of people in general. They make me nervous. So nervous I can barely squeak out 'Hi' in reponse to them. That fear has increased in insane amounts. God has helped me so much with that. My drama group helped me come out of my shell as well. I don't know why I wasn;t scared stiff on the stage, but I wasn't. Not completly, anyway.
My fear of people has been around since I was really little. I nearly refused my first ride on a horse because I was scared of my cousins (They had the horses). But I did that and really liked it. But I still struggle with fear. It helps to remember that God did not make us to be creatures of fear, but He made us to be strong in Him.
Strong in God. Sounds perfect to me. I know I cannot carry on on my own. I need His help. I need Him. He is my Light, my Strength, my Life. One of my favorite verses is in Philipians. "I can do all things, through Christ who strengthens me." Amazing. I can do anything! Because God gives me strength!
One time I was house and cat sitting for my neighbours while they were away for a while. They have a picture thing on the wall. It has a Bible verse on it from one of the 'H' books in the Old Testemant. I don't remember the exact words, but it said that God sings for us. God, our mighty Creator, singing, for US! It blew me away. I walked home in a daze because it was so overwelming. It was a 'wow' moment. I'm still awaed by the fact that my Creator sings for His lowley creation.
Tuesday 17 May 2011
5 Myths about Canada
Hey everybody!
Here are five myths about Canada and the truth. ;)
1.
Canada is an unihabital icy country.
Not true! I live in Canada and I can tell you that most areas are not iced over all year round! In fact, many areas reach around 30 degrees celcius in the summer! Beach time! Canada is a lovely country with a mix of the crisp cold, and wonderful heat.
2.
Kids in Canada ride polar bears to school.
Now don't belive everything on facebook :p We take the school bus. ;) lol
3.
We all live in igloos.
Definintaly not! They'd melt in the summer. We have normal houses.
4.
Santa does not live in Canada, he lives in Greenland (I think that's the other country)
Well, *if* Santa was real, he'd live in Canada because his postal code is H0H 0H0 (Aych, zero, Aych, Zero, Aych, Zero).
5.
Canadians are rude.
Some are, but not all. Just like in evry country. :)
Here are five myths about Canada and the truth. ;)
1.
Canada is an unihabital icy country.
Not true! I live in Canada and I can tell you that most areas are not iced over all year round! In fact, many areas reach around 30 degrees celcius in the summer! Beach time! Canada is a lovely country with a mix of the crisp cold, and wonderful heat.
2.
Kids in Canada ride polar bears to school.
Now don't belive everything on facebook :p We take the school bus. ;) lol
3.
We all live in igloos.
Definintaly not! They'd melt in the summer. We have normal houses.
4.
Santa does not live in Canada, he lives in Greenland (I think that's the other country)
Well, *if* Santa was real, he'd live in Canada because his postal code is H0H 0H0 (Aych, zero, Aych, Zero, Aych, Zero).
5.
Canadians are rude.
Some are, but not all. Just like in evry country. :)
Wednesday 11 May 2011
Feeling Like I'm Falling Apart
Lately I've been feeling like I'm falling apart. I go to bed and all I can do for about a half hour is cry. Then my sleep is rather fitful and I almost never have a good rest. It's like sleep is when you charge a battery (me), and you can never get the bettery quite as charged up as it was the previous time you charged it. It's also really hard to see my dad. He moved to the hospic house where they can give him better attention than we can at home. But it's awful. How many girls know what it's like to see your dad, who hardly gets sick EVER, start complaining about a bit of pain in his side that's been keeping him from sleeping? Then after a week or two he goes to the doctor who tells him he has cancer and it's pretty big? How many girls then watch how fast their father deteriorates? In a month, my dad went from looking normal with just the pain, to having to lie down all the time and having yellow skin and yellow eye whites because his liver isn't working right. Just please pray for me. Please pray that the chemo works and they can find some way to slow the cans=cer down, other wise my dad could die by the end of June.
Monday 2 May 2011
Sweet Girls, Chemo, and Some More of the Tiny Island
On Saturday, the three little girls next door came over with a handful of flowers they had picked for my daddy. I managed to keep from crying at this so sweet little act until they left. They are so wonderful!!!
My dad is getting chemo right now.
Once we got to the youth retreat, we stuck our bags in the "Mator Gator" (a John Deere golf cart thing decorated like Mator from "Cars"). Then we went and were the first ones registered. After that, we got whisked off on a tour of the campus. We went to the dock (decorated as 'Finding Nemo') where a guy in a wet suit asked us if we had seen Nemo, cause he had lost the little fish. We hadn't, and he jumped off the dock. Then the rules of the dock were quickly told and we continued up the path. We saw the soccer field and then went to the Lodge, where the girls stay. The boys were told that that was as close as they would go to the girls' dorms while they were there. After that, we went along the path and came across a 'Surfs Up' lemonade stand. there was a homemade penguin surfing thing that you could stick your head into and get your picture taken. Nobody wanted to do it. So Jessie (a girl dressed up as Jessie from Toystory) grabbed one of the girls in our tour and stuck her in it. Then we went to the boys' cabins. The girls were informed that that was as close as they would get to them for the rest of the weekend. We participated in the making of a 'movie', then went back down to the main part of the campus. We passed the field of Smoochie the lama on our way. Smoochie was at his fence, so Jessie and Woody informed us that he lives up to his name and we could kiss him if we wanted. No one wanted to, so I was just like, "Sure, whatever." I kissed Smoochie. Then we finished up by seeing the Up Office, Guestou's (the dining halls, yes, plural.). After that we were free to do whatever until lunch. A and I found her sisters and talked with them for a bit. We wandered around for a bit, then found A's parents a few minutes before the ferry left to take them back to the big island. A's sister, J, was there also with a friend and I learned a secret that I can't tell ANYONE!!! ;) Don't worry, it's a good secret. Well, I'll finish up some more later.
My dad is getting chemo right now.
Once we got to the youth retreat, we stuck our bags in the "Mator Gator" (a John Deere golf cart thing decorated like Mator from "Cars"). Then we went and were the first ones registered. After that, we got whisked off on a tour of the campus. We went to the dock (decorated as 'Finding Nemo') where a guy in a wet suit asked us if we had seen Nemo, cause he had lost the little fish. We hadn't, and he jumped off the dock. Then the rules of the dock were quickly told and we continued up the path. We saw the soccer field and then went to the Lodge, where the girls stay. The boys were told that that was as close as they would go to the girls' dorms while they were there. After that, we went along the path and came across a 'Surfs Up' lemonade stand. there was a homemade penguin surfing thing that you could stick your head into and get your picture taken. Nobody wanted to do it. So Jessie (a girl dressed up as Jessie from Toystory) grabbed one of the girls in our tour and stuck her in it. Then we went to the boys' cabins. The girls were informed that that was as close as they would get to them for the rest of the weekend. We participated in the making of a 'movie', then went back down to the main part of the campus. We passed the field of Smoochie the lama on our way. Smoochie was at his fence, so Jessie and Woody informed us that he lives up to his name and we could kiss him if we wanted. No one wanted to, so I was just like, "Sure, whatever." I kissed Smoochie. Then we finished up by seeing the Up Office, Guestou's (the dining halls, yes, plural.). After that we were free to do whatever until lunch. A and I found her sisters and talked with them for a bit. We wandered around for a bit, then found A's parents a few minutes before the ferry left to take them back to the big island. A's sister, J, was there also with a friend and I learned a secret that I can't tell ANYONE!!! ;) Don't worry, it's a good secret. Well, I'll finish up some more later.
Tuesday 26 April 2011
Parades of People and Tiny Islands
*sigh*
Today there has been a parade of people comeing to my house. Okay, maybe not enough to be a parade. First off, Mr. &Mrs. S come over to visit. It seems that no sooner do they leave than my aunt comes over! I don't really like how all of a sudden my house is so interesting to everyone and they come over so often.
Now for the fun part.
I went on a ferry!! lol, that sounds really childish! Well, first off, my cousin invited me to a youth retreat at her Bible collage. So I say 'yes' and I'm whisked off on a little adventure!
First item on my agenda: pack.
Toiletries- check.
Jammies- check.
another pair of jeans- check.
capris that I never wear- check.
Undies and socks- check.
a couple tank tops- check.
and so the list goes on. At the last minute I remember my camera, glasses case, and lip balm. Then my aunt and uncle come with one of their three daughters and we drive and drive and drive for HOURS. We make it in time to get on the BIG ferry (big as in, it has several parking decks, several passenger decks, and you can go on top if the weather is nice. The ferry trip also takes two hours). On the ferry, my cuz, A, and I played cards (Go Fish with three decks and Speed if you want to know) and walked around n the top most deck. We leaned into the wind at the front with our whole weight and were pushed abck against a lump of metal that I suppose had another purpose besides being there to keep us from flying backwards down the ship. When we got tired of the wind we went back down and I think we played more cards. After the ferry, we drove a short distance to a hotel where we would spend the night. A's sister, B, came over from a nearby island and spent the night with us. We went swimming in the hotel pool for about ten minutes. Then we went back to our room and went to bed. In the morning B went back to her little island and A and I went for a walk. We saw a sign that told us to be wary of flying golf balls. Then at about 12:00, I think, we went down to a teeny ferry that would take us the rest of the way to the retreat on B's island. That trip lasted 20 min and the ferry was your average 20-30 car one deck ferry. We were the first retreaters to arrive. We were the first retreaters to sign in. A's other sister, J, registered us. And thus began our crazy fun weekend.
To be continued....
Today there has been a parade of people comeing to my house. Okay, maybe not enough to be a parade. First off, Mr. &Mrs. S come over to visit. It seems that no sooner do they leave than my aunt comes over! I don't really like how all of a sudden my house is so interesting to everyone and they come over so often.
Now for the fun part.
I went on a ferry!! lol, that sounds really childish! Well, first off, my cousin invited me to a youth retreat at her Bible collage. So I say 'yes' and I'm whisked off on a little adventure!
First item on my agenda: pack.
Toiletries- check.
Jammies- check.
another pair of jeans- check.
capris that I never wear- check.
Undies and socks- check.
a couple tank tops- check.
and so the list goes on. At the last minute I remember my camera, glasses case, and lip balm. Then my aunt and uncle come with one of their three daughters and we drive and drive and drive for HOURS. We make it in time to get on the BIG ferry (big as in, it has several parking decks, several passenger decks, and you can go on top if the weather is nice. The ferry trip also takes two hours). On the ferry, my cuz, A, and I played cards (Go Fish with three decks and Speed if you want to know) and walked around n the top most deck. We leaned into the wind at the front with our whole weight and were pushed abck against a lump of metal that I suppose had another purpose besides being there to keep us from flying backwards down the ship. When we got tired of the wind we went back down and I think we played more cards. After the ferry, we drove a short distance to a hotel where we would spend the night. A's sister, B, came over from a nearby island and spent the night with us. We went swimming in the hotel pool for about ten minutes. Then we went back to our room and went to bed. In the morning B went back to her little island and A and I went for a walk. We saw a sign that told us to be wary of flying golf balls. Then at about 12:00, I think, we went down to a teeny ferry that would take us the rest of the way to the retreat on B's island. That trip lasted 20 min and the ferry was your average 20-30 car one deck ferry. We were the first retreaters to arrive. We were the first retreaters to sign in. A's other sister, J, registered us. And thus began our crazy fun weekend.
To be continued....
Saturday 16 April 2011
Mucky and Muddy
Yesterday I played with my horse. I also brushed her and cleaned out her feet... while the cow was making faces at her. Now Rosie is the boss of the cow and she didn't like how he was making those faces at her. So she craned her head around and made her own scary face at him. She also jerked her right hind hoof out of my hands and threatened him with it. After I finished playing with her again, I took her out of the pasture to graze on my lawn. Then I left her back in the pasture, relativley clean. Today I look out the kitchen window and the first thing that comes to mind is, "Of course it rained last night." Rosie loves to roll in mud. And she is a flea-bitten gray horse. Look it up if you don't know what colour that is. She is VERY messy mucky muddy right now! I also took my puppies out this morning for their Three Ps. (Pee/Poo/Play). They rolled around in the pasture and on the lawn and pretty much anywhere they could possibly get dirtier. They all REALLY need baths now!
Wednesday 13 April 2011
Saturday Stories!!.... On Wednesday.
So I don't remember exactly where I left off. So I backtracked a little bit to a place I new I'd covered.
Jake turned back to the surrounding flora. “I think there’s...” His voice trailed off and he surged forward through the underbrush.
“Jake? Jake! Where are you going?” I tripped over branches that lashed out at me in his wake. I scrambled to my feet and followed him again.
“Come on Sara! I KNOW this place! I KNOW it!” Jake called out excitedly to me. I grunted in reply as I struggled to keep up with him. Jake turned a corner and I lost sight of him.
“Jake? Jake?”
A hand shot out from under me and pulled me into the earth. Another hand wrapped it’s bony self around my mouth before I could make any sound that might give me away. I twisted around till I could see the face of my captor. As soon as I had, I wished I hadn’t, for it was one of the dreaded Arouthgrots. Two evil red eyes stared at me from their abyss of a face. I knew that I was as good as dead now. Once an Arouthgrot has captured its prey, in this case, me, it won’t let go for anything. Fortunately, the Arouthgrots also knock their prey out quickly, so that’s what happened to me next. It seemed hours that I wallowed in the murky darkness of unconsciousness, waiting for death. The next waking thing I knew, I was staring into Jake’s face.
“Where am I?” I asked him.
“Sara! You’re alive!” Jake said, mountains of relief in his voice and what looked like tears in his eyes. Wait. Tears? JAKE?
“Why wouldn’t I be alive?” I asked, then remembered what had happened before falling unconscious. “Wait, stupid question. A better one would be *how* am I alive?”
Jake was silent for a minute before starting his side of the tale.
“After a minute, I realized you weren’t following me anymore. In fact, I couldn’t hear any noise from you. So I followed my trail until I found where yours ended. It was so strange. Half of one of your footprints was gone. I felt around that spot until I found a trapdoor. It covered half of one of your prints. Before I entered, I looked around for some sort of weapon. I found you knife.”
Here Jake paused and handed my knife back to me. I took it by the emerald green hilt and turned it over as he continued.
“I also grabbed a dry branch and made a torch out of it and the bottom of my shirt. I lit it using your knife and a stone. Then I was ready to find you. I pried up the trapdoor and dropped myself in. The door closed with an ominous thud behind me.”
I could see Jake was beginning to enter story telling mode. Now I suspected that he would go into more detail and such.
“I shuddered at the sudden chill that blew towards me, fouled with smells from the deep pit of the world. But I could not stay there. I had a princess to find. The tunnel led me onwards and with your knife and the torch, I wasn’t afraid of much, though I was certainly wary of any noise. Then, my torch blew out. And of course, I hadn’t thought to bring a rock with me to use to light it again.”
He play bowed.
“Jake the Unorganized, at your service.”
I laughed of course. It was so typical of him.
“Anyways, without my light, panic threatened to take control. I must have stood there for five minutes trying to regain my control of myself. After I found that I could breath, I continued my way up the tunnel, feeling the sides since my light was gone. That’s when I ran smack dab into some sort of furry critter. It squealed and raced back the direction it had come from. I figured that if such a critter was running that way, there must be a way out in that direction. So I sprinted after. Needless to say, it was much faster than me and I soon lost it. Then I realized that I was lost as well. Whatever it was had careened through the tunnels and preformed so many switchbacks and darted off into so many tunnels that I had absolutely no clue where I was or even what direction I had come from. The music reached me then; wild, haunting music. It seemed to reach into the very depths of my soul and grasp at my feelings. It pulled me to a large room where it abruptly stopped. Then I realized my mistake. It was an enchantment. It had pulled me into the center of the Arouthgrot tunnel network. I ducked into the shadows before they could see me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and whirled around, your knife in hand, to see who it was. No one was there. A voice that I instantly knew I could trust whispered in my ear, 'All will be well, This, I can tell, that you will be alright. Follow the glow, You must need go slow, Never stray from the light.' Of course, after this cryptic message, my nerves were all on end. Then the strangest thing happened. Your knife hilt began to glow. A pure, white glow. It flowed out from the blade tip and onto the floor, following what seemed to be a set course. I thought that if the Arouthgrots hadn't seen me before, they would now. Amazingly, they paid no attention to me in the least. I figured that I might as well follow the voice's directions, so I stepped into the path of light. Instantly, the glow shot upward to cover me. I figured that this must be some sort of invisibility device. I was right. I followed the path until I came to a mirror. It have no clue what a mirror was doing underground. But the glow seemed to enter the mirror and continue on down a path inside. Logic told me that it was just a reflection, but my heart urged me to step inside anyways. I did. The mirror absorbed me like a dry rag absorbs washwater. It was the second most strange feeling I've felt in my life, being sucked in like that. The *first* most strange feeling was what went on inside the mirror. Scenes of my life began to play before my eyes in perfect detail, from the exact perspective I had viewed them when I lived them. They started from me entering the mirror and rapidly progressed backwards through my life. Arguments I had tried to forget, mistakes that cost me a lot, times of laughter I never want to forget all moved past me at blinding speed. Then I saw my first year. Sara, I've NEVER known where I came from... not till that moment. Sara, you were right. I am the high king of Lathlialta. Every detail of my first year is so vivid! I remember the Rantorgans destroying my father's palace. I remember watching from my cradle as they killed my mother, who as desperately trying to protect me, in front of."
All the tears I had seen in Jake's eyes were now falling out at these awful memories.
Thursday 7 April 2011
Sometimes a Bandaid just isn't Enough
They say your life can change in the blink of an eye. That it can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye. It's true for me. For some, it's winning the lottery. For others, moving to a new country. For me, it was three words. Three horrible words my dad said.
"I have cancer."
Some of the most horrible words I've ever heard. EVER!
How do you go on after that? Just hang onto God, just hang onto God. That's all I can really do right now.
When all seems lost,
Look to God.
When all seems hopeless,
Look to God.
When all seems wrong,
Look to God.
For He is the finder of the lost,
The giver of hope,
And He rights all wrongs.
Look to God.
Tuesday 5 April 2011
I ain't fluent in chatspeak
So I've decided to dedicate a whole post to learning chatspeak. Here is what I DO know:
idk- I don't know
2- two, too, to
4-for, four
gtg- got to go
lol- laughing out loud
rotfl- rolling on the floor laughing
And I think that's the whole of my pitiful chatspeak vocab.
idk- I don't know
2- two, too, to
4-for, four
gtg- got to go
lol- laughing out loud
rotfl- rolling on the floor laughing
And I think that's the whole of my pitiful chatspeak vocab.
Saturday 2 April 2011
Hello Neglected Blog
Sorry dear blog, I've been busy, lol.
Well, I've decided that Saturdays will be "Saturday Stories". Here is the continuation of the story I posted a bit of... two weeks ago.
To be continued....
Buwahhaha!
Well, I've decided that Saturdays will be "Saturday Stories". Here is the continuation of the story I posted a bit of... two weeks ago.
Jake was a sight to behold. His mouth hung slack, his eyes grew huge and his legs appeared as if they could give way at any moment. He opened and closed his mouth as if trying to speak. No sound was emitted. He licked his lips and tried again.
“Sara! You never told me your friend was a dragon!”
I grinned at him as I scrambled aboard Klypton’s scaly back.
“You coming?”
“Of course! I mean, if Klypton doesn’t mind of course.”
I felt a tickle in my thoughts and repeated the dragon’s message to Jake.
“He says he would gladly carry you if you are indeed the one who has helped his dear friend Sara in her quest.”
Jake carefully climbed up behind me. “What exactly was your quest? I know you were collecting a special something, but you never told me what it was. All I ever saw of it was round hard stones.”
“Jake. Those so called stones WERE my quest! They were dragon eggs! They are rock hard at first and come in beautiful colours. Thus, they were mistakenly part of rare stone collections. My job was to get them back to their, and my, place of origin; Charissta.” I told Klypton we were ready and he took off, beating the air with his wings until we looked no bigger than a sparrow from the ground. I could almost feel Jake’s confusion as he sat behind me.
“are you saying that you’re from Charissta, your made-up country? The one you even know the constitution for? You’re crazy!”
“I may be crazy, but at least I’m sane.” I then told him with a smile. Of course, he couldn’t see the smile because he was behind me.
“You are so weird.”
I laughed. “Thank you."
"Now would you be so kind as to explain all this?"
"Certainly. I'm not actually a distant cousin of your mother's father's cousin's sister's great nephew's cousin, thank goodness. That was just an easy way to get people confused and to get them to quit asking me who I was."
"You're telling me!" Jake cut in, "That took me five minutes to try to get it straight the first time I heard you say it, and then I just gave up cause it was too confusing!"
"Right, now on with my tale. Back in Charissta, I was given the task of finding and obtaining seventeen dragon eggs that were stolen from my world. Thanks to your wonderful help, I've now completed the quest and am going to send the eggs back to their rightful home. Now I'm going to drop a bombshell on you, Jake. You are not from Earth either. You were swiped off Charissta when you were but eleven months old and transplanted into the adoption systems here on Earth."
"What on earth are you talking about? I'm adopted, but that doesn't mean you can go around making up stories about my origin!"
"It's not stories Jake! I'm telling the truth! Now hang on, this is gonna get a little wild." I asked Klypton to surge up as high and as fast as he could, then, when we were as high as we could go without passing out from lack of air, we dove nearly straight down. The wind whistled by our ears as we hung on for dear life. Just as Klypton would have hit the ground, we entered a special portalway that wouldn't open unless you were riding a diving dragon. Blue sparks seemed to eat away at us while the air clung to our skin as if charged with static electricity mixed with half-set pudding. All feeling faded away then came rushing back. We were through. Klypton settled down in a clearing filled with green grass. Jake slid off and walked towards a stump in the middle of the clearing. I followed him, not sure what he was doing.
"I remember this." he said softly. "I was surrounded by talking animals and pushed through a portalway." He turned around to me, clearly exited now. "Sara! I remember! I WAS from Charissta! I was! This is so cool!" He turned around and stared at the surrounding land. I knelt down and bowed my head.
"What do you say we do now, Prince?"
Jake was startled and faced me again. "What are you talking about Sara? Or who are you talking to? And why are you on your knees?"
"Do you not remember? You're the Prince of what citizens of Charissta call the 'Unknown Lands', more commonly known to you as Lathlialta. You're destined to become High King."
"You're joking."
I rose to my feet and faced him. "I most certainly am not! You are the high king! I need to get back to Charissta and return the eggs. Would you like to accompany the Princess Sara back to her homeland?"
Jake raised an eyebrow. "You, a princess. That'll be the day."
“Shut up. It’s true. And like you, I didn’t know for most of my life.”
Jake turned back to the surrounding flora. “I think there’s...” His voice trailed off and he surged forward through the underbrush.
“Jake? Jake! Where are you going?” I tripped over branches that lashed out at me in his wake. I scrambled to my feet and followed him again.
To be continued....
Buwahhaha!
Saturday 26 March 2011
Limmericks
I have a few limmericks:
Upon one sunny Spring day,
I was walking the beach at the bay.
I admired the veiw,
And wished you were here too,
Upon this sunny Spring day.
I once had a really big goat,
From whom growls came from his throat.
I asked him why the was so,
He said he didn't know,
Why these noises would trouble an old goat.
Once in the town of Grotlow,
Was a boy; the biggest klutz that we know.
Once he tripped on a pear,
Rolled into town square,
Where he banged into someone's new hoe.
So what you think?
Upon one sunny Spring day,
I was walking the beach at the bay.
I admired the veiw,
And wished you were here too,
Upon this sunny Spring day.
I once had a really big goat,
From whom growls came from his throat.
I asked him why the was so,
He said he didn't know,
Why these noises would trouble an old goat.
Once in the town of Grotlow,
Was a boy; the biggest klutz that we know.
Once he tripped on a pear,
Rolled into town square,
Where he banged into someone's new hoe.
So what you think?
Friday 25 March 2011
Shopping
So today I went shopping! Fun right? Not really. For one, I'm not a huge fan of shopping (I told you I'm not your normal girl, :p)
For another thing, my mom and I have different ideas of 'cute'. I REALLY needed new sheos, as in, my old ones were literally falling apart! So we're in Payless and mom points at these rather hideous tan shoes and says that they're kinda cute. I'm thinking, "no they are NOT!". A few other shoes that are nicer she thinks I'd like and I look at them and think, "They're nice. I wouldn't wear them, but they're nice." *sigh* I can almost never find nice shoes in my size. It comes with my grand height, you know?
Then we go the Bluenotes and look for shirts for me. I also really need shirts cause before I only had about three tanks and two zip up hoodies, which is enough to rotate every week. There I found three more tanks, a hoodie, and a dressy type shirt.
After that we browsed Bootlegger, but nothing there caught my eye. I think that soon I might get some nice bracelts to wear instead of just some hair goodies.
Well, that was my adventure in 'the city'.
For another thing, my mom and I have different ideas of 'cute'. I REALLY needed new sheos, as in, my old ones were literally falling apart! So we're in Payless and mom points at these rather hideous tan shoes and says that they're kinda cute. I'm thinking, "no they are NOT!". A few other shoes that are nicer she thinks I'd like and I look at them and think, "They're nice. I wouldn't wear them, but they're nice." *sigh* I can almost never find nice shoes in my size. It comes with my grand height, you know?
Then we go the Bluenotes and look for shirts for me. I also really need shirts cause before I only had about three tanks and two zip up hoodies, which is enough to rotate every week. There I found three more tanks, a hoodie, and a dressy type shirt.
After that we browsed Bootlegger, but nothing there caught my eye. I think that soon I might get some nice bracelts to wear instead of just some hair goodies.
Well, that was my adventure in 'the city'.
Tuesday 22 March 2011
Daddy Extrodinare
My dad is lots of things. He is a father, a husband, farmer, sort of a scientist, an engineer, kinda a rancher, a buisuness owner, coach, good driver, a deacon, a friend to many, a mentor, a neibour, a Christian, and a firm believer that the last letter of the English alphabet is pronounced "Zed". My dad works nearly all day at our farm, then drives an hour or so many days of the week to take my little brother to baseball. He works on holidays and Sundays to grow the food that you eat. In his spare time, he either experiments with things around the house and farm or teases me and my siblings (I tease him right back:D) On the nights we ship out our chickens, he is working non-stop from 9:00 PM to 1-3:00 AM. But his wrk doesn't stop there. MY dad is up a little later the next morning and is cleaning the barns out. Then comes a 1-1/12 week period between cycles. Only half of this is actually able to do things he wants to do. He has to fix things around our property. In late-ish fall he is out cultivateing the fields and planting vast acres of crops (yes, crops ARE planted before winter!), In the spring he's out spraying for weds. In late summer/early fall he is out in the fields for hours on end harvesting crops in a combine that has air conditioning, a tape player and a radio. But even then that's not all my daddy does. He built a dump truck box from scratch. A few years later, he converted it into a manure spreader. He built a flipy-thing for my horse's feeder she couldn't waste hay by tossing it out. He built a no-mess feeder for the cows too. At baseball practices, there are these 'L' shaped screen things that people pitch over for some reason that escapes me, :p. My dad built one out of metal pipes, fishing net and, of course, hay string. My dad has taught me much, from how to pound a nail without hitting myself, to how to work out solutions to problems using only the building materials on hand (I figured out how to make horse jumps using 2x4s or 6s, fence posts, and PVC pipes). My dad is amazing and I figured I needed to have a whole post for just him to say so :)
Monday 21 March 2011
Dad's and Really Dark Chocolate
So today after lunch (we had nachos if you were wondering, which you probably weren't) my mom brought out some REALLY dark chocolate that she and my dad had been given. She also brought out some Dad's cookies because she didn't' think my siblings and I would like it. Mom and Dad had already tried it and didn't really like it. I tried some of it and then took a bite of my too-sweet cookie after tasting how bitter the choco was. The two deserts kinda balanced each other out so that the dark choco was a nice darkness. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE dark chocolate, but when the choco is 99% coco, it's just a wee bit much, lol. But it was rather good when mixed with a bit of cookie. My comment on the choco was "99% chocolate would be good if there was a little more sugar." I love saying things like that, lol. And ya, that's my random post of the day.
Sunday 20 March 2011
Story anyone?
Here's a small part of a story I've been writing.
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
This afternoon I was riding the bus on my way to my dad's work office to bring him lunch. In the sea across from me, an enormously overweight man with dark bushy eyebrows was talking into a little blue cell phone. He had a deep, husky voice. "Yes, of course. I have it right here with me... Er, not exactly. I'll bring them tonight... Sounds good... I love you too, Grandma," Then the big man looked at me, and I realized I had been staring at him. He hung up on his grandma, and glared at me. "What are you looking at, kid?" he growled. On a sudden impulse, it seemed, he patted his pockets and looked around him. "Where... ? You! Give me back my cookies!!!" Of course, I recognized the man's code. Now I just had to do my part and get us both kicked off the bus.
“Idiot,” I snarled at him, “Do you really think I’d be so stupid as to swipe cookies off of the likes of you? They’d probably be contaminated with your filth!” The man did smell bad, Diary, he really did. Okay, this is gonna get annoying, having to write as if I'm talking to you, so I'm just gonna write it as a story from now on. Hope you don't mind Diary.... Anyways.... Then the guy growled at me and made as if to attack me. Of course, knowing this was coming, I was prepared. The bus driver had pulled over and was trying to stop the guy. Unfortunately for the driver, it was too late. The greasy stranger had already thrown a punch at me. I removed a small packet from my pocket as his fist collided gently with my nose. My own hands flew up and squeezed the small packet. It burst, sending red liquid everywhere, just like a bloody nose. I screamed and let loose the fury of my fists on him. I was pulled off him and I fought my new enemies as the stranger was pulled off the bus. I struggled and lunged for the bus door, just making it out as the others grasped for me again. It was pretty fun Diary, and I had a hard time looking angry during this.
I now ran after the nasty man and disappeared around the corner. There was the guy, removing his wig and replacing his tattered coat with a clean, whole one. He had also removed the padding that is most commonly used for the guys who play Santa in malls. Now, the guy turned to me.
“Did you get it?” he asked.
I nodded. “It was right where it was supposed to be.”
“Good. Now let’s get going. We can’t stick around here much longer. That stunt we had to pull blew our cover.”
Ok,” I replied, “I’ll just call my... ahem.... *friend* and have him pick us up out of town.”
We started walking out of town.
“You know, I’ve never met this friend of yours, how do you know he or she will keep the secret?”
I glared at him. “You should know by now to trust me in this. My friend is perfectly trustworthy, he’ll keep the secret, which I’ve hidden in my coat pocket.”
The guy shrugged. Then he glanced to his right. “Hey Sara, you sure this is the right way? It seems we just entered Suburban-Land.”
“Relax Jake. I know what I’m doing.”
“You sure? You know what happened in Ohio...”
I whipped around to him. “So I took a wrong turn there that nearly got us killed. You don’t have to keep bringing it up! And this town is practically next door to my hometown. I. Known. Where. I’m. Going.” I whirled back around and marched down the street, causing Jake to have to jog to catch up. Soon Suburban-Land ended abruptly and acres upon acres of land stretched out before us. We wandered in an aimless fashion over the field to a bushy area. I let out a shrill whistle. Jake covered his ears.
“Ow! How many times do I have to ask you to warn me before you do that?!”
I ignored him as I scanned the sky. A large bird shape soon hovered above the bushes. Suddenly, It dove right at us, growing larger than any normal bird of prey. The bushes were just big enough to cover the grandeur of the beast. I turned to Jake.
“Meet Klypton, the friend I told you about.”
Saturday 19 March 2011
Friends
Have you ever heard the saying "A friend in need is a friend indeed"? Actually, I'm not sure if that is an actual saying, lol. Anyways, would you please pray for my friends? One girl had a liver transplant in Nov, another was diagnosed with cancer in ... um... I think it was Nov. as well. And yet another friend is having serious difficulty breathing and is in the hospital. Please pray that they will know that God is with them and will never let them go. That they will find peace in knowing that God is in control and that He will never, Never leave them! Please pray for their families as well, this is a very difficult time for them.
Friday 18 March 2011
*shudders*
There's a spider on the wall above me! *screams* Get it away! Get it away! I'm not a huge fan of spiders.... or rats and mice... or snakes, especially snakes. *shudders again* Snakes creep me out. I've had night mares where I've been stuck in a hamster cage and the floor of the cage is covered in the writhing masses. And then I got an email about this poisonous snake that crawled into some lady's computer and died there when she turned the computer on. I immediately pulled my feet off the floor at that one. lol. oooo, the spider moved down the wall and is at head level!! Please excuse me while is flush it....
Okay, so I didn't actually flush it. As I was going to get some TP, I mentioned it to my mom and she grabbed fly swatter and swatted it for me. Problem solved, lol.
Tuesday 15 March 2011
Puppies
So today I took my puppies out for a walk/bathroom break. We have...er... had... this little smow fort with a piece of plywood for a roof. It had one entrance, but we cared another on the other side. Well, the puppies loved it. They raced in and out of it and played 'defend my den' for at least 45 min. they are so cute!
Monday 14 March 2011
Veiws
Imagine...
The girl sees gray, cloudy sky with huge, rugged mountains that are dotted with patches of unmelted snow. A row of tall evergreens stands between the girl and the mountains. Between the trees and the mountains there is a layer of thick white fog swirling halfway up the mountain that creates the perfect backdrop for the trees. The girl looks out over the beautiful scene. Her eyes take in the snowy fields that lead up the picture perfect arrangement. The girl thanks her Creator for this marvellous world.
This is what I see from my back door. I love where I live.
The girl sees gray, cloudy sky with huge, rugged mountains that are dotted with patches of unmelted snow. A row of tall evergreens stands between the girl and the mountains. Between the trees and the mountains there is a layer of thick white fog swirling halfway up the mountain that creates the perfect backdrop for the trees. The girl looks out over the beautiful scene. Her eyes take in the snowy fields that lead up the picture perfect arrangement. The girl thanks her Creator for this marvellous world.
This is what I see from my back door. I love where I live.
Sunday 13 March 2011
Hey Peeps!
So this is my first time ever doing a blog. I hope to make this thing acctually interest people, lol. So I'll post more later.
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