If anyone was wondering why comments are not being returned and my blog is not being posted on, it's because I've been at a Chamber music Festival all week (which is completely awesome) all week. I was meaning to post a really cool 4th of july post...but there you have it :-) I lost my laptop (Ahhhhhhh!!!!) I have no idea where it is, I'm still looking. It has what I was going to post on it :-(

So for right now:    Happy 4th Of July!  

Later today I might find my laptop and post again, but for right now... Good bye and Happy 4th of July!

               ~Ness

I was awarded by Zel...

and Hannah Grace!

Thank you!

I'm awarding the first one to:

Heather

Beth

PoeticMaiden

and the second to:

Altariel

narnialover95

Okay, I'll post again soon!

                   ~Ness

Talk about Randomeness!!!!!
  Seeing I'm in a random mood this may be filled out very... randomly! And, yes I've done this before but I'll do it again without looking at my old answers

The Get to know me Tag

Books and movies…

What are your ten favorite fiction books? (Not necessarily in order).

1. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

2. The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare

3. Chronicles of Narnia

4. Rolf and the viking bow

5. Mrs. Mike

6. Letzenstien Chronicles

7. The Hobbit

8. Carry on Mr. Bowditch

9. The Christmas Carol

10. Dichotomy

What are the five most influential books on your life?

1. The Bible

2. Do hard things

3. The Christmas Carol By Charles Dickons

4. The space trilogy by C.S. Lewis

5. Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis

Who are your five favorite authors?

1. C.S.Lewis

2. Jane Austen

3. JRR, Tolkien...

4.Robert Louis Stevenson

5.Meriol Trevor

Who are your three favorite heroes?

1. Sam Gamgee

2. Bilbo Baggins/Ransome/Eowyn

3. Rafael le marre

Who are your three favorite villains?

1. Weston

2. Black riders and Sauromon

3. Jarrett

What are your three favorite movies? Well, at the moment...

1. umm...

2. umm...

3. umm...

Me…

What are your three favorite sports? (Not in order)

1. Cross Country

2. Basketball

3. Soccer

What is your favorite non-sport activity outside? exploring /Tree climbing

What is your favorite animal? dolphins (?)

What is your least-favorite animal? pirahna (?)

Do you like to write stories? Yes

What is your favorite genre to write or read? well written fantasy or historical fantasy

What is your favorite vehicle? A glider sounds awesome, not that I've ever ridden in one, I don't know if that is exactly a vehicle... I guess it is...maybe:-) 4wheeler :-D

What are your five favorite games?

1. Lotr risk

2. Nertz

3. Carcason

4. Capture the Flag at Elle's house

5. Angle ball

What character in any book or movie describes you best? I've been told :Jo (in little women) Katherine Anne (in Mrs. Mike) Anne (of green gables) or laura (little house in the big woods) Jill (in Silver chair) Ness (in Beorn the proud ... I obviously agreed with that when I made this blog :-D) 

      But I think maybe Indiana in Chancey and the grand rascal fits me, at least today :-D 

(Eowyn is awesome too, She'll fit me tomorrow!!!)

What’s your favorite food? anything at Jamin House and cheese cake (that might change also:-)

What are your ambitions? I'll tell you when I find out, but it’s gonna be awesome! (yeah I copied :-)

What ten things do you want to do before you die?

1. Write something amazing

2. travel the whole world 

3. Become fluent most different languages

4.Go to the Amazon River

5. become a scuba divier, go scuba diving

6. live in the wild for a couple of months (you know with nothing but the clothes your wearing a pocket knife and a rope... =D

7. discover something never discovered before

8.  learn to play a whole lot of different instruments, especially foreign ones like the DaDuk :-D

9. Save a life

10. live an amazing life

Nope, pig in boots :-)

Did you

     Smile!!! ?

              ~Ness

My real life friend who has been commenting everywhere for the past month or so has finaly got blog!!! 

  Go say hi and leave a comment =) Wishing On Stars

                  ~DangerousNess

P.S. Isn't that a cool picture?

I liketh it :-D

     Yes we had a crazy week... month actually :-D

My Mom was in the hospital a while ago and then Alex was playing Ultimate Frisbee and he landed on a barbed wire fence, then Monday night or rather Tuesday morning I went to the emergency room. Tuesday was Alex's birthday and we all slept in till 1:00 PM.

On Wednesday we went to violin lessons and the were tired... I think so anyway I can't really remeber :-D

My Dad took us to go watch a 'Iolanthe' by Gilbert and Sullivan in the city on Thursday. It was three hours long and for those three hours there was a storm going on at home that uprooted one of my favorite climbing trees and it tore down the top of a very large cedar elm that landed on my Dad's office roof and it knocked over the play house in the back yard on top of my little sisters flower garden.

Then on friday we had some freinds from church over and that was a lot of fun =)

So the that night we were looking at the weather and the sky was green and the air was still, a tornado was coming straight for us and we decided that we didn't want to be at home since the tornado was coming straight towards us. We packed up stuff for a night and headed out to a friends house two hours away. We got there they had a visitor and my parents got to meet him which was someone they wanted to meet because it was really important that they met this person and then  the next morning we found out that it hadn't even rained by us! So it all worked out for the best.

 On Saturday, after we got home from from our friends where we had spent the night because of the storm, we had another family from church over for dinner that was fun too :-D

On Sunday after church everyone stayed around and we played Ultimate frisbee and then we played Moffia and it was SOMUCH Fun!! :-) Then we went to someone from church's house, Elle came with us and we had fun :-)

Yesterday was rather relaxing and so I didn't blog because I was too busy being relaxed    

  ~Ness

I started this blog when I was fourteen so I've had this blog for a full year now! So many things have happened and I've so many friends on here. It's hard to recount a whole year in a blog post so I decided to just post some memorable events:

Ness and Beth;-)

This picture sort of commemerates all the friends I've made this year. Love ya'll!

 Working with the kids at the boys and girls club. It was a great experiance. We went evrey wednesday after school and taught the kids violin. This is a picture of them at the end of year Christmas concert where they played a song together.

     Here's the orchestra. I'm on the outside, second chair and Alex is the third chair on the outside in the suit.

 We went on a campout with a bunch of people from Speech and debate. That is a picture of me and theriver where we went hiking.

 We replaced a peace sign made out of rocks with 'Jesus loves U'

I'm just one little person in such a big world....and that's just one little tiny part of the whole state park which is just one of many in the state of Texas which is just one of many states which make up the U.S. which is one of many countries which are on the seven continents which make up the land on this forget about the ocean and the planets and galaxies and is that all???

The Jumping Picture!     gARCies

Smileallthetime!!! aka KathrrynGrace

Katy! My loverly debate partner!

researching... boring;-)

 left to right: Beth, Avery, Alex, and Ben

This is a debate round ;-) Lill-Maisano in octafinals.

I got to meet Grace!!!

 That's a weird picture... ;-)

These picture are to commerate me learning how to use the computer... or trying to;-) Thanks Beth and Alex!

I did these pictures of Acacia on Gimp;-)

I got braces in December.

 Our youth group on enchanted rock...

 I took that picture!

 Garcies at the mall after the Alamo tourney

and 'The Boys'

Caution Speech and Debate  talk Below : -)

I just can't describe speech and debate in a blog post so I'll post one memory that sticks out...

It was at regionals when the parents were giving speeches during "entertainment time" before breaks and Bethy and I were bored.

So we went out of the big room and sat down and we were talking when we heard people cheering in the big room below us. We knew that nobody would cheer like that during "entertainment" because it's really not all that entertaining, so we dashed down stairs and pushed our way through the big doors so that we were standing in the back of the room with a clear view of Mr. Larimer. 

He was announcing breaks. We stood there waiting in a large room with people cheering and hugging each other (we were going against the flow and just standing still) until he anounced duo and then Beth started getting tense and I was sort of wondering why and then I remebered that Alex and I had competed in duo and then I started listening carefully and then he announced us and we sort freaked out and we were hugging eachother and it was realy awesome. Then he started announcing OO and he was listing off names and then we heard a name and Beh looked at me and said "was that my name?" And I said "I don't know I couldn't tell." Then we looked over at the ARC table and Mr. Rogers was cheering and ponting at Beth so she looked at me and said "I guess that was my name." WE were so happy it wasn't funny. Then Alex and Daniel broke and that was awesome and  a bunch of other people broke too. So me and Beth walked out of the big room when they were done announcing breaks. and I said "I did't know things like that happened!" and she said "neither did I."

So I tried to write up one memory and took a lot of space! I doubt all you guys actually read it... leave me a comment if you did ;)

 If I didn't get every thing word for word and exactly how it was, I'm sorry, I didn't video tape this, it's just my memory which as most of you who have read my blog tends to make everything so much more awesome than it actually was, but I think that this one was millions of times less amazing then it actually was ;-)

 So ends my blogoversery, end of year post ;-)

     God bless you! 

                       ~Ness

P.S. If your not on here that only means I didn't have a good picture of you or I didn't know if you wanted your picture on my blog, or I knew you didn't want your picture on my blog ;)

YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH

This is from Katy's blog ;-)

               ~Ness

P.S. Last night our grandparents took us out to eat at an Italian resteraunt. We were all sitting down and eating and a waiter came by to refil our glasses, my little sister saw him coming and decided to drink some of her water so that he wouldn't refil her cup. The waiter just poured water into her cup while she was drinking! ;-) That made me laugh really hard ;-)

P.P.S.  The line below this is false

              The line above this is true.

That's just cool ;-)

It took me forever but I am now able to easily post pictures. There's a little picture on the bar above where you add an entry. It's yellow with a grey triangle and you click the little picture and it says upload picture OR paste URL in here and you follow directions and you can even make it big and small and then you "click insert picture". It's really easy and I  couldn't figure it out Beht had to show me ;-)                                    I've also been having fun with Gimp. I didn't do anything major, I just took a couple of people out of one of the pictures. It's really fun annilate people! (Don't take that out of context ;-) Well here are some pictures:

We went on a campout this fall. This is me standing by the river.

It was so much fun. I think I wasn't made to live in a house, but in a tent by the river... ;-)

I'm on the left and Beth's on the right.

Here we are climbing on the rocks. I'm on the bottom right. My Mom is on the bottom left and various other people are everywhere else ;-)

Well that's all for now!

                   ~Ness

Well here's a song that Grace sang on Saturday in the talent show. I looked up the words and music.

It's a scottish dance tune.

 Music for Marie's wedding 

Anyway I really like that song!

           ~Ness

Sunday May 10 finds me relaxing on a bed with a laptop in front of me, waiting for the teapot to boil and listening to my friend talk to her cat on the floor. She's a cat person, a serious cat person; I'm not. I don't mind them I just don't like pets as a rule. Pondering on the fact that I never write blog posts like this I wonder if it's because I don't usually write my posts lying in a bed with laptop at a friend's house; then I wonder if I should try to write about myself in all three persons and all three tenses since I'm being unsual in th first place, the more the better, right? 

Upon deciding this, she (third person, present tense) notices that the date at the top of her page is no longer the real date; while writing the above paragraph, it has become Monday the 11th.  You (second person, future tense) will now proceed to portray the afernoon of the previous day and you will write in thy normal way of writing. Proceed (first person, past tense):

Well yeah, I'm just a little tired! I'm fifteen now, yes, I thought you should all know that. I feel very old. You see, when you are nine everyone says, "well, just wait 'til you're double digits", then it's, "wait 'til you're in Junior High", then, "sorry, this is only for teenagers", then it becomes, "you're not in highschool yet, Dear", and then I finally make it to highschool only to be greeted with... "your only a freshman!" All I've got to say is, 'whatever!'. Somebody is always going to be older then me, it's always been that way, is that way, and aways will be that way. So that's that. I'm fifteen.

Here's my day in case you were getting bored of my rambling:

Went to church.

Talked to Miriam after church. Miriam gave me a book of piano music from all of the Jane Austen movies. I like it very much.

Alex and I went to Paul and Elle's house to stay the night. (BTW: Elle=Lady Claire, Paul=Black Prince)

Looked up all the local pools in the yellow pages only to discover that they weren't opening 'til May 23. (Little comment here: It's ninety degrees out, that's what matters, not the day of the month, really, don't be stupid city pools and the people who run them, nobody cares about dates, it's true, everyone says it's all about dates, but us no numerical people know better, really. Elle says it was 96 for prosperity...)

We went back into the forest (small junipers lots of underbrush, partly grass and partly old concrete. Its just the area between the subdivision they live in, and the mainhighway, in case you had your hopes up. But for all optimists just think " the forest") in search of dewberries (blackberries) which were really good.

We ate lunch.      

Go back to the "forest"  and play hide ad seek  with Elle's dog. (Let me just describe this for people like myself, who don't just randomly play games of hide and seek with a full grown mutt. I stand with Elle at the end of the street while the three boys(Alex, Paul, and his little brother, Tim) make a mad dash for the woods. Then Paul makes a loud "hoot" sound from somwhere in the woods, and the dog tears off into the forest with Elle and I running and stumbling -I'm not sure which to call it- after the him. Through the grass and blackberry vines, across the rock and concrete patch, and into a small area of closelywooded trees, about my height, growing one to two inches apart. Through this, the dog pulled us with twigs and leaves strewn throughout our hair. Then with another sniff the dog leaped forward, leaving my Elle flat on her face, looking like a murder victim left to die at the side of the highway, hidden in this thickly underbrushed area, where no sane person would dare to venture, ('dare to venture' sounds so much more dramatic then '-go-' ) Anyways she stood up undamaged and we pursued her mutt through the under brush, rocks, concrete, and small stunted junipers. A sharp turn around old pipe and there were the boys, relaxing in the shade of the one and only shade tree. It reminded me of people sunbathing on the beach in California; compared to us sweaty and tired. We were like people who had just hiked across the sahara.

Anyways, after that.... Okay, I'm stopping the narrative just to say that that really wasn't quite what happened; it was a little less !dramatic!  It was fun, and the boys were just as sweaty as we were, and Elle didn't really fall on her face. But you know my blog has to be part fiction or I don't think anybody would read it. You want to know why I think this? Because it's true. When I post the plain old unfictious truth, nobody reads it. Okay, I will now continue the narrative to our next line, in which...

...we play Nertz.

After that we had a water balloon fight which was so much fun. I'll just leave that up to your imagination. I have a couple of pictures, but to tell you the truth, I have absoulutley NO IDEA how to upload them. I'm really bad with computers...

Well, that leaves us with dinner (hamburgers, corn, and salad, but I didn't eat any of the salad ...*hides*) and a movie (Arsenic and Old Lace), and the we played a game, and then I lay down on the bed to write this blog post...

                                                                                    ~Ness

 Thank you Katy!

I award:GraceElizabeth

Regionals was so much fun!

Me Katie wrote a duo because we were bored.

THose two lines contradict eachother. sort of...

Oh well It was was so much fun and we broke to semi-finals in our duo and Alex broke in debate.

It was so awesome!

                   ~Ness

  My friend Claire and I were discussing short stories snd how most short stories were pretty dumb and yet they all are trying to make a specific political or moral point.

Thiss

 The Open Window

by H. H. Munro (Saki) (1870-1916)

"My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me."

Framton Nuttel endeavored to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing

"I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."

Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division.

"Do you know many of the people round here?" asked the niece, when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.

"Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here."

He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.

"Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the self-possessed young lady.

"Only her name and address," admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.

"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."

"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.

"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.

"It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?"

"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it." Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why do you bound?' as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window--"

She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.

"I hope Vera has been amusing you?" she said.

"She has been very interesting," said Framton.

"I hope you don't mind the open window," said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They've been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they'll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn't it?"

She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.

"The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise," announced Framton, who labored under the tolerably widespread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one's ailments and infirmities, their cause and cure. "On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement," he continued.

"No?" said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention--but not to what Framton was saying.

"Here they are at last!" she cried. "Just in time for tea, and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!"

Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.

In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound?"

Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.

"Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window, "fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?"

"A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodby or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost."

"I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; "he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve."

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Compare this to a not so brilliant short story...;-)   Tony Kytes The Arch Deceiver

                             ~Ness

*Thinks hard* Well it's a beautiful day outside. Roses are blooming the sky is blue and the rees are green. It's between 90 and 60 degrees and quite wonderful... *Thinks some more*

Oh yes I joined a Jane Austen society! If you like Jane Austen you should join ;-)Just P.M. Evelyn @ IAMlivingforhim       So come and join the fun!

There, what else?

        Oh yes and this made me laugh;-)  http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,511177,00.html

Well that's all for now,

                               ~Ness

P.S.  when I'm at the Arkansas tournament I might post some about it that is if I don't become way to tired and it doesn't run really late the whole time... which it probably will;-)

 Well I'll post when i'm at Kathryn Grace's house right before we leave and then we get back;-) So check up if you want to know what's happening in Arkansas!

                                     ~DangerousNess