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Today is a day I cannot think of a single thing to write. It's a cryin'
shame, isn't it? You were expecting one of my (awesome) posts, and then
I disappointed you. :| I'm sorry. You may as well pack up and go home.
Come again tomorrow. We'll be busy tomorrow so I'm sure there'll be
SOMETHING to write about.
I know why I can't think of anything to post about, and it's in the
shape of a square. Actually, more like a cube...otherwise known as a
box or a block. Blockhead! That's it! It's all the fault of the
blockhead, whoever he or she is. Poor blockhead...
I shall relieve you of my presence now.
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Anne-the-cat
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Well, no, I don't, but if I did, I'd swear flies can multiply anywhere,
and not just in the manure pile. We don't have a screen for the front
door, so when it's dinner time it's fly-hunting season, and everyone
has limitless tags. The ones who want to hunt flies grab fly
swatters--there's only two so it's first-come-first-serve, and everyone
else gets hand towels. About ten minutes later, it's deadly quiet and
all the flies are gone. I start putting dinner on the table,
then...what? A fly?
"Eric! There's one on the fridge!!"
Smack, smack.
"Aaah! Missed him!"
"There, on the wall!"
Smack, smack.
"Haha! Got him!"
Call Dad in. He can't abide flies by his food. We sit down, give thanks, and start eating.
Bzzz, bzzz.
Ugh. Another fly.
"Are all the doors and windows shut?" Mom will ask.
"Yeah," everyone says.
Like I said, they breed anywhere.
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Anne-the-cat
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No. It can't. Not yet. We haven't even had Thanksgiving yet. Guess when
the stores started putting out Christmas decorations? November 1st.
Pathetic. And all holidays between All Saint's Day and New Year's are
lumped into "the holidays". "Are you ready for the holidays?" "The
holidays are upon us!" No matter that each holiday are a month apart.
*rolls eyes.* Anyway. What started me on this? OH, yes. Family coming
in December. That's only TWO WEEKS!!! And I still have to finish my
Christmas gifts, since we'll be doing gifts then (I think). Joe hasn't
even STARTED on making his gifts yet. Yikes. I only have the girls' and
Aunt Fran's done. lol Maybe I should go do them right now...
First, though, I wanted to give you a translation of "The Christmas Song" that I made. The "real" words are in parenthesis.
Marshmallows roasting on an open fire (Chestnuts roasting on an open fire) Jack frost nipping at your nose (same) Gunsmoke playing, loudly in the background (Yuletide carols being sung by the choir) And folks dressed up like Eskimos (same) Everybody knows some deer and perhaps a little elk (Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe) Help to make the year bright (Help to make the season bright) All the kids, with their eyes all aglow (Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow) Will find it hard to sleep, tonight. (same) They know the hunters are on their way (They know that Santa's on his way) They've loaded down the van with lots of meaty deer (He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh) And every mother's child is going to spy to see if the van...really...survived OR
And every mother's child is going to spy to see if the van...acted
like...a four-wheel drive (And every mother's child is going to spy to
see if reindeer...really know...how to fly) And so I'm offering this simple phrase (same) To kids from 1 to 92 (same) Although it hasn't been said, many times, many ways--(Although it's been said, many times, many ways--) Happy hunting, to you. (Merry Christmas, to you.)
Ah, yes. Happy hunting to you, too.
Anne-the-cat
Blog address: http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/pianogal86
I have a collection of haiku poems I wrote last
night. I like writing (but not reading) haiku poems because they're
easier to write than rhyming poetry. My rhymes usually progress like
this:
The Evolution of the Rhyme
First line: I was mad.
Great. Now we need to rhyme with 'mad'. How about...dad?
Second line: I shot my dad. (Man, I bet you didn't know I was that violent, didja?)
What rhymes with dad?
Third line: Now I'm sad.
Fourth line: I'm very bad.
Yay. What a great venture into poetry. I oughtta get published. *rolls eyes*
So you can see why I've resorted to haikus (they even *almost* make
sense!). (For the uninitiated, haiku poetry follows a syllable pattern
of 5, 7, 5.)
Oh, how the stars shine
Proclaiming God's creation
I wish I were one.
Prowling through the night,
Sofly, on his velvet paws
Slinks the great tiger.
Yummy pizza pie,
Tomatoes and onions, too
Delicious in my mouth.
Wild, strong, and free,
The mustang halts to glance back
Then trots off once more.
I am very cold.
The still night air is frosty.
Cuddle in my bed. (I think this one is the dumbest.)
Babies are darling,
Tender, cute, and innocent
With no cares at all.
And my personal favorite:
Haikus are stupid,
But I still like to write them.
Why? Because it's fun.
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We have to clean because a realtor is
coming tomorrow.
So my room is clean, the boys' room is clean...my bed is even made.
That's better than the boys! My room looks
cleaner, too, because they have more stuff. They do have two more
people in their room than I do, but they're room is bigger, too. I just
finished dusting the bookshelf and fishtank in the living room. I suppose I should go.
A funny ending to a conversation with my friend Mary Beth:
Mary Beth : Have a great day! Me : have a good day! Me : lol Me : Thanks! Mary Beth : Great minds think alike, I believe ;) Me : "great minds think alike" :p
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Well, we got all the cherries dealt
with. Some are frozen, but most are canned and sitting at Ben's spot on
the island. So Mom, Dad, Ben, and I have been eating in the living
room. :D
Joe and Eric got another job taking care of a
neighbor's friend's yard, which just happens to be behind the
Tokarski's (soon to be old) house.
I often wonder how old
people think I am. No matter what they think, they're always surprised
when I tell them really how old I am. So tell me truly--look at my
profile at my new avatar (a real picture of me), and tell me how old
you THINK I am. DON'T look at how old I really am. I want your unbiased
opinion.
Yesterday my brother Joe got a FREE acoustic
guitar! It's a classical one and he doesn't play classical style, but
he can use it for a regular one. He and Dad have been wanting an
acoustic! It sounds pretty good in my opinion.
Speaking of Joe, his leg is pretty much totally healed. (^_^)
I think that's about it. :D Now here's a joke for you:
A little boy asked his dad, "Dad, is God a man or a woman?" "Both," the dad replied. "Is God black or white?" the little boy persisted. "Both," the dad said again. The little boy considered this for a minute. "Dad, is God Michael Jackson?"
(and I just happen to not be able to think of that "appropriately descriptive title". :P)
Anyway. Today we were given 11 boxes of cherries. We've given away four
boxes so far, and are canning, eating, and drying the rest.
Last Wednesday, we went to the local Farmer's Market. Well, it wasn't
the local one; we actually went to the one across town. :P I brought my
jewelry; made $17! I was happy! (^_^)
My Dad, brothers, and I played Medal of Honor tonight. The first game,
Eric and I played with Dad...Dad whipped us bad. (x^_^x) Second game with Eric, Dad, and I, I whipped them BADLY! Eric said "machine guns in the courtyard." "Oh, man," I thought, "I'm never good at machine guns." (My weapon of choice is the bazooka.) Dad said ok, though, so we did that. I beat them, but only by two or so. Then Eric said, "Shotguns." "Oh, just great," I thought. "I'm even worse at shotguns." Guess what...I beat them BAD! Eric had to drop out because his time was up, so then it was just Dad and I. Dad wanted to do pistols, and I said yes, but I'm really bad at pistols, too. Need I tell you what happened? I won in the pistol war, too! Then we went to bazookas...needless to say, I creamed him. I won 70/51. (n_n) (^_^)
Today I got my glasses adjusted again. A week or so ago I had them
adjusted because the right lens was closer to my eyelashes than the
other lens, and when I blinked my eyelashes brushed the lens. Very
annoying! And, they kept slipping down my nose. (>_<) So anyway,
last week I got them adjusted. But they still kept slipping down my
nose. (>_<) So today I got them adjusted rightly. All the lady
did was replace my hard nose things with silicone ones that are
stickier. They do work MUCH better!
We read lots of Louis
L'Amour's around our house, and they have a mysterious habit of getting
VERY worn out. (<_<) One in particular, "Ride the River" or
something to that effect (with Echo Sackett) had torn in two. Dad had
been looking for "part two" (aka the second half), but we could NOT
find it. Well...when Mom, Ben, and I were out, we went to a thrift
store. Lo and behold, what did I find there? An almost-new-looking copy
of "Ride the River"! (^_^)
Well...I suppose I've rambled
long enough. I see through my YIM that my brother Joe has commented.
Wonder what he said...*goes to look* Talk to ya'll later!
I worked on graphics today for my Mom's club's cafepress shop. I'm to get half the sales! I also am making my own cafepress shop. I'm also planning on selling avatars and signature blends.
I thought up a neat idea today for a Montana gift shop. I won't say, though. It's a secret.
Comment: so sheltered turns out OK? that's good...LOL
Response: Yes! (Here comes the sermon )
Sheltered is MUCH better than unsheltered! I would rather be sheltered than not have been!!! Amen and amen!
Kids are sponges. What they see and hear, they pick up. If they are unsheltered, they see and hear the world, and pick it up, absorbing it into their being.
Therefore, if the world they are seeing and hearing and being in is
rebellious, they too will be rebellious. Think about all the outside
things that can get in a home. TV, radio, books, friends, movies,
internet......
I
am NOT saying ALL sheltered kids turn out good, 100% of the time. You
have to train them, from the time they are old enough to get into
stuff. And keep training. And keep training. No is no, and no buts
about it. All the basic things from the Bible need to be taught and
retaught and retaught to your kids. You learn things by habit, right?
Same thing.
If kids are sheltered, the parents
decide what they will/will not/can/cannot see and hear, therefore
providing protection and "indoctrination", if you will, of what YOU
want them to be like. But you can't only train them in what YOU want them to belike...you have to train them to train their kids to be Godly. How do you do that? "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6 Then teach them to train THEIR children. The problem with Samuel, King David, Eli, Solomon, and so many more great guys is that they didn't train their children to follow God. And training can only be done by perseverance, diligence, and discipline.
In
effect, you create a pyramid. Say you have ten children, and you
train them to train their children. They each have ten children, and
they each train their ten children to train their children. You have 100 Godly grandchildren. Then each of those 100 Godly grandchildren have 10 children whom they train to train their kids...you see how it goes? You could be the tip-top of the pyramid of myriads of Godly people!
And to think you could start this pyramid by taking the first step of homeschooling!
The rants, rambles, and otherwise uninteresting happenings in the life of...well, ME, you might say. You mean you wanna know more? Ok ok, you have my warning! (For you who want to know lots more about me, go here.)
So my room is clean, the boys' room is clean...my bed is even made.
That's better than the boys! My room looks
cleaner, too, because they have more stuff. They do have two more
people in their room than I do, but they're room is bigger, too. I just
finished dusting the bookshelf and fishtank in the living room. 
I also am making my own cafepress shop. I'm also planning on selling avatars and signature blends. 
It's a secret. 
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