Well, the year 2009 is almost up. For me, 2009 was full of fun times and many lessons, and I thought that I would share the highlights of my year with you all:
January 1st: I wrote a letter to myself about areas that I wanted to grow in over the year. These included learning to better share my faith, learning to build new relationships (as opposed to staying with my comfortable old ones), and learning if songwriting was something that God wanted me to pursue.
January 28th: I finished my Driver’s Education!
February 28th: I conquered my fears on a FIFTY-FOOT swing!!! I also wrote two songs, one about trusting God enough to let go of your comfort zone (entitled “Free-Fall”), and one about how we as Christians are called to be lights in this dark world (entitled “Meant To Be (A Light)”).
March 28th-April 5th: I went back to Orofino, Idaho on my Youth Group’s second Mission Trip there. In addition to having a great week full of service projects, Bible Studies, and sharing God’s love with people, God taught me a lot. He showed me some sin that I needed to get rid of, and He began to show me a big part of my spiritual gifting (but I didn’t realize it at the time. I’ll talk more about this later).
May 15th: I got my Driver's License!!!!!!!!! :-D
June 16th(ish): I finished my first year going to a community college!
Summer: Over the whole summer I was busy working as a Junior Intern at my Youth Group’s Whitewater Rafting Camps. I had a blast the whole time, rafting, hanging out on the beach, doing Bible Studies, working my tail-end off, sleeping under the stars, etc. God used these weeks to teach me many important things: what True Humility looks like, that all self-love is sin, that I had an idol I needed to get rid of, and that a big part of my spiritual gifting is to listen. God showed me that I don’t always need to talk (even when I really want to), that sometimes people just need someone to listen and empathize with them, and He showed me that I’m meant to do that.
August 26th: I changed my blogging strategy (although it didn’t seem to help me blog more, it did help me to straighten out things in my mind and to encourage other people more).
September 21st: School started back up, (yippie!) (that was half-sarcasm, half-true).
October 3rd: I officially became an “adult”!!
November 5th-8th: The Youth Group from Orofino turned the tables and came here for service projects! I had a WHOLE lot of fun seeing them all again, as well as getting to serve in my own community alongside them!
December 17th-18th: Mini-Retreat for those in Bible Read-Thru. I got to get to know two of my friends a lot better and Rob (our Youth Leader) led us all in two great “rap sessions” (kinda like Bible Studies, only focusing more on a question that one of us had).
December 20th: I looked back on my fun year and now I feel almost sad to see it leaving me, but I also feel really excited about this next year approaching me! Merry CHRISTmas and Happy New Year, everybody!!!!! :-D
Sorry I haven’t been able to write for a while, but I’ve been so busy! School, Christmas, the Christmas play, my coronation, - Oh! Did I just say my coronation? Yes! I think I did! Yes, I am now a king, King of Pranks!! Let me tell you the story…
It all started with a simple, innocent sleepover invitation, just me and a girl named Kimmy. Now Kimmy (age 11) had a big brother, by the name of Rick, and Rick is about 8 weeks older then me. Sometimes we are friends, sometimes, mortal enemies!
Now of cause I excepted the invitation, I always love a good sleepover every now and then!! But I had a secret plan, no, plan is not the right word, I had a secret scheme. A scheme on Rick and another boy (Kimmy’s age) that was sleeping over as well, Ty. As soon as I could get Kimmy and the Hostess, by the name of AA, I unleashed my plan…
I had brought along all the necessities, Vaseline and a book, yes, just one book that would change Rick’s life forever!! The book was called ‘101 cool practical jokes’ by Glen Singleton. AA and kimmy swore to secrecy and decided to help me. We would play a few practical jokes on Rick and Ty.
10:10 PM, we went to bed.
The Time had come, Rick and Ty’s doom, their last hour.
First prank: I had bought along some Vaseline. This is why. Ty slept on his mattress, unaware of anything and Rick sat on his bed and read. Since there was no way Kimmy or I could put it on their bedroom doorknobs, AA opened the door with a big dollop on her finger tips. She faced Rick and with her hand behind her back, she spread it thoroughly all over the doorknob while asking Rick, “Do you want me to pray with you Rick?” in a loving, motherly, innocent tone.
Second prank: we put a whole lot of dish detergent in the toilet, so when they flushed…
Third prank: AA’s idea, and a good one too! She suggested that we put gladwrap over the toilet seat. We did that quietly while the boys still suspected nothing.
Fourth prank: I put some slippers on the slightly opened bathroom door so when they opened the door, the slippers would fall with a bang. But in the night, I was thinking of this and I decided to take them off because when the boys would go in there, they would get a fright and be more awake, thus they’d notice the gladwrap more likely. But AA did not know about the slippers, so when she creped into the bathroom in the night to get something, she was the one who got the fright!!!
Next morning: when we came out for brekkie, Rick and Ty explained the weird Doorknob experience, (I think their faces were a little bit red!) A bit laterus girls sat at the table talking with AA. When pink-faced Ty came into the dining room and asked, “Who put gladwrap over the toilet seat?” oh! The expression on everyone’s faces!! Joy for my team and red-faces for Rick’s team! Oh! The Dance of victory my team did! We asked Ty if the toilet flushed a mountain of bubbles. Slightly a deeper pink, Ty said no. We ran into the bathroom with Ty running after us saying: “No! No! Don’t go in there!” and there in the toilet, was indeed bubbles.
Fifth prank: you know how you can blow the yoke and the white out of an eggshell and have an empty shell? Well, we made two eggshells. And using a syringe, we’d put something else in there. I did Ricks, and Kimmy did Tys. I put milk in Ricks Egg. And closed up the holes with a hot glue gun. You could still see the glue though. (we didn’t have time to finish Ty’s sadly.) But at Brekkie, Rick was still hungry, (boys will be boys!) so AA asked if he wanted a boiled egg (secretly nodding at me) I went and got him a milk egg. He noticed the glue and with a puzzled expression tried pulling it off. (I’ll give you some credit for that Rick!!) I came up to him and said. “No-no-no Rick! Here, let me.” I took the egg and before he could say anything I quickly cracked it over his glass and told him he could have a nice drink of milk. The boy’s expressions were simply PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(That's Rick with the Milk Egg and that's Ty in the background. Terrific photo!!)
Sixth prank: when Rick was Watching TV, with AA’s help I spread Maple Syrup all over Rick’s Crocs. (We couldn’t find Tys shoes, drats!! ) Ricks Dad was looking ata small snake outside about30 minutes later. Rick opend the door and slipped his foot into one croc. He stoped half way, puzzled. He looked up and saw Kimmy and me inside, doing our Victory Dance, cracking up at his expression. He gave an exasperated sigh and walked off… barefoot.
(That's me and the Syrup Shoes)
Seventh prank: We put a small bag of rice on top of the Boys bedroom door. Rick opened the door; we heard a splash of the rice and a yell from Rick….
(Kimmy and me, see the rice, see the look of victory on our faces, see the vacuum cleaner in the background!!)
It was a fun sleepover, probably the best I’ve had…but there’s more to come!
Saturday, December 19, 2009 - A Fun Christmas Tag!
Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
I saw a Christmas tag on my friend Laney's blog, and it looked really fun!! So, I am going to try it! :)
1. Do you believe Jesus is the reason for the season? Yes!! Jesus is the REAL reason for the season! :)
2. Have you ever been in a Christmas Play? I was in a few when I was little! We found the tapes of some of the plays, and...I don't think I was that good. lol
3.What is your favorite thing you get in your stocking? Hmm...I don't think I have a favorite thing! There is always surprise gifts in them...so I love the surprises! :)
4. What is your best Christmas memory? Probably when I was 9 and got my first American Girl Doll! I also remember every year when I was little visiting with my Great-Grandparents on Christmas day and then eating a Christmas Dinner that night with them and most of my dad's side of the family. :)
5. What is your favorite Christmas beverage? I just discovered a new Chrismas drink I LOVE, my mom found it at Kroger, and it is Vanilla White Hot Cocoa. It is SO good. :D
6. What do you put on your tree top? A really beautiful Angel.
7. Where do you get your tree? We don't have a real tree, but we get our tree out of our attic. lol :)
8. Do you go somewhere for Christmas or do you host? On Christmas day we stay home :)
9. Do you have any traditions? We put up a Christmas tree, We have two advent calendars that we put up and do every year during December, we make cookies every year and sometimes try new recipes, we paint little ceremic houses for our Chrismas village, we put together a Gingerbread house, and my dad videotapes us on Christmas day and doing some of these traditions too. :)
10. How much do you like Christmas? I LOVE it!!!!!!!!!! :)
11. What do you do on Christmas Eve? We used to have all of my mom's side of the family over at our house, but this year we are going over to my Grandma's house!! We will open presents together and eat yummy food!! :D
12. What do you do on Christmas Day? We get up in the morning and open presents together as a family! I always love for my parent's to open their gifts from Hope and I first, then Hope and I open presents we got for each other, and then Hope and I open gifts from my parents. lol Then my mom makes Breakfast for us and we play with the things we got. :)
13. What is your favorite Christmas song? That is a hard question! I really like Silent Night, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and Let it Snow.
14. What do you really want for a gift this year? A New Camera! I want the Canon SXTi. lol :)
16. Do you usually have a white Christmas? Not usually, but we might have one this year! :)
17. How long did you believe in Santa Claus? Until I was about 8 or 9.
18. Who's your favorite reindeer? I think I like Rudolph the best, lol, I don't know much about the others.
19. The Christmas present you always wanted but never got? Probably a Horse. :)
20. Last one. What is the best thing about Christmas to you? Being with all of my family, and celebrating Jesus' Birth!! :D
I tag...anyone that has read all of this! lol :)
Today we are going to my Grandma C's and Grandpa T's house to celebrate Christmas with them! Uncle Eric, Aunt Lisa and my cousins Erica, Matthew, Christina, Simon, and Timothy will be there too! I am really excited! :D
Have a great day, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas! :)
Saturday, December 12, 2009 - Updates and beginning to look like Christmas!
Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
Wow, it has been quite a while since I last posted. I have a some updates for you, so keep reading on! :)
On Tuesday we had our first snow!! It was just a dusting, but it was still snow! lol :) It looked beautiful!!
Here is what our backyard looked like! :)
And here is our front yard, from my room's window view.
On Wednesday, it was my Mom's Birthday! My dad bought her a cake and for her gift we got her lots of pretty yarn, because she knits now. :) The cake was so beautiful and yummy!
It is also beginning to look a lot like Christmas, because I have made my Christmas Cards for family and friends! I got a Christmas stamp set at a yardsale this summer for $5, and it probably was the best $5 dollars I have spent! The cards turned out great!
Here is the card's design! I think the stamp on it is so cute! After I stamped the stamp onto the paper, I used colored pencils and colored in the stamp. :) The inside of the card has a stamp also, that is Luke 2:11.:)
Here I am making cards! I always make a mess while making them. It helps me to have all my materials in front of me. lol :)
Tonight my sister and I are going Christmas shopping with my Grandma and Aunt. We are buying gifts for my parents! Hope and I have some ideas...:)
Also, do you like my new template? I needed to make it wintery. :) I have been wanting a little more room for pictures, so I stretched this template a little bit. Do you like it? :)
How many stars would you give this part? What would you rate my other stories? Or what was you favourite part in a story? Post a comment and tell me!
~part 1~
“Um…you gotta six?”
“Nope, go fish.”
“Drats!”
“Man, I’m bored!”
“Me too man, I’m tired of playing ‘go fish’!”
(Sigh)
“I thought when I was a kid that being a wise man would be so awesome.”
“Boy, were you wrong!”
“Yeah, me too. I though that it would be full of… of... you know… wow!Spark! Fame! But is it?”
(All three together sarcastically)
“Nooo!”
Jules, Jimmy and Jason, three wise men, were sitting on the cool tiled floor in their private apartments far away, Playing cards. Wasting their life. Hey guys! What are y’all doing? Why not do something?
“Humph! Listen to her!”
“There aint’ nothing to do!”
Why don’t you play a game?
“Hey that’s an idea!”
“Yes! What shall we play?”
“Space men!”
“Yippee!”
Umm, like I said before, three grown men, wasting their lives. Playing-
“NNNNNNNIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRGGG-BOOOOM!!!!!!!”
-Hey! Watch it!
“Oh no Captain! We’ve sprung a leak!”
“O dear! What are we to do?”
“Spanner!”
“Aye-aye capin!”
This is hopeless!
We leave the three ‘Space men’ and go to a field, three miles from a small town called Bethlehem. In this field are some shepherds, Silas, Sam, Sandy, Simon, Sallie, Sarah and Steve.
Watching their sheep. Or they were supposed to be…
“…And so Michel told Martha to tell Gideon to tell Gary to tell Zepora not to tell Zillah not to tell me…”
“Tick, tack, toe! Give me and S, gimme an O, gimme a three in a row…”
“That’s our fifty fifth game of noughts and crosses, and I’ve won thirty seven and you’ve won thirty one”
“Hey! That can’t be right Silas! I won thirty seven, you won thirty one!”
“Nu-uh! You see Sam, I was counting, and I did win first place in spelling and so-“
“You won first! Ha! I won…”
“So you see Steve, I got these shoes for sixty and they were on sale, but when Sarah went to by them two days later, they were all out! So they must be popular, I think you should get some Steve, when they’re back in stock ‘cause…”
“Oooh Sallie! Those shoes are lovely! I’m in love with them! Sarah told me that she couldn’t get some and that she was dying to get them and she thinks they would really suit you Steve, if you….”
“Hey Sam! Please save me from these shopaholics!”
So, like I said they were watching their sheep.
“Fifty! You mean Sandy could get them for fifty! Oh my! I need to talk to the guy behind the counter!”
Ooooh-boy.
So we saw the supposed wise men, left them to see the shepherds who were supposed to be watching their sheep, and now we leave them to see a young man called Joe. Joe lived in Nazareth. He was young, tall, handsome, strong and brave.
“Hey-hey! Look at my big mussels!”
Uumm, anyway, he was a carpenter and he-
“Y-Y-Y-YIKES!”
What? What is it?!
“A m-mouse!”
Ah, like I was saying, he was a BRAVE CARPENTER!
“Oh, sorry. I just get freaked out by those hairy little things. Uuughh!”
Well, to continue on with the story, Joe was engaged to Mary. A beautiful, young, dazzling, blue-eyed blond.
“Hi.”
“Wow.”J
oe!
“Oh sorry. But she is pretty!”
(Irritated sigh)
One night an Angel appeared to Mary. I know that doesn’t happen every day, but it did happen today!
“Oh my! But I’m not properly dressed!”
Who cares! An angel is here to talk to you Mary!
“Oh dear, well, let him in.”
“Mary! I am an angel!”
“You don’t say?”
Mary!
“Oh, umm, what do you want with me Lord? Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?”
“I am here to send a message to you! And I’ll have coffee please, white, seven sugar. Thanks”
“Oh, sure, coming up, come and talk to me in the kitchen. Important news?”
“Y-E-S! YES!”“Oh goodness! Have I won the lottery?”
“No, this is a bit better! I have been told to tell you that you will have a son! You shall call him Jesus!”
“Jesus?”
“Yeah, Jesus. Has a nice ring to it huh?”
“Well, yes it does, very nice. You know my great, grandmothers name had a nice ring to it, her name was-“
MARY! Stick to the script!!"
”Oh, oh, sorry! Umm, (noise of fumbling papers) what page are we on?”
“I think it was three.”
“Ahh! Here it is! OK. Umm, how can this be? I’m not married to Joe yet. Should we change the date of the Wedding or something?”
“Well, maybe you should, if that’s possible, I mean. What day is it on?”
“Oh, the 20, this month, two weeks away. If we move it, I think I’m open on Tuesday, no wait, that’s my hair cut appointment.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t want to break that appointment would you!”
”Oh, no indeed! You see I might try a bob, what do you think?”
“Well, my mum had a bob but it looked like a-“
HELLO!?! SCRIPT PLEASE!!!!!
“Oops. Umm, ah yes. No Mary! God will be with you! He will let you have a son. This boy shall be the messiah, the prophesised one, the one who will come into the world and save it! He will preach the good news to lots and lots and lots and lots of people and bring them to God! So you don’t need to rush the engagement.”
“Oh, how thoughtful!”
(Narrator clears throat impatiently)
“Ahh, yep that’s all, so uh, bye Mary! Good luck with the bob!”
”Thankyou!”
The next morning an ecstatic blur of blonde rushed into Joe carpenter’s office. When Mary told her fiancée the news, Joey wasn’t very happy… at all.
“You mean, you mean, that, that you’re going to have a baby… without me?”
“Yes! The baby is going to be Gods son, you know, the one we learnt about in Sunday school?”
When Joe couldn’t stand to hear any more, he was so upset that he ran up to his room and closed the door, and flopped down on his bed to cry his heart out.
Joe soon fell asleep, dreaming, nothing much, about the new doorknob he was carving, the little sheep that he lost last month and then found it again in his sock draw, his carving lesions that he was giving, and who would win the footie that year.
While he was dreaming, an angel appeared to Joe in his sleep.
”Pppsst! Psst! Joe! Wake up! I have a message from God!”
“Oh? Tell me! Want a cuppa?”
“Yes please. Coffee, white, seven sugar, thanks.”
“What’s the message? Mr. Angel?’
“Oh! Please, Mr. Angel was my Father, names Gabrielle!”
“Oh, well Gabrielle. What’s the news?”
“God told me to tell you that you don’t need to worry about Mary’s baby boy, his name shall be Jesus, Gods one and only Son. He shall come to earth to save our sins! Isn’t that cool?”
“Yeah man! Cool!”
“So you’ll marry Mary? Remember, she still needs a man in her life!”
“I guess.”
“G-R-E-A-T! GREAT! Thanks for doing this Joe! It means a lot to me!”
“No-worries. But tell me, who do you think will win ht footie this year?”
“Oh that’s easy! Funny you should mention that! I asked God the same thing! And you know what he told me?”
(Joe leans closer and Gabrielle cups his hand around his mouth and whispers something to Joe. Joe leans back with a surprised expression on his face.)
”Y’think?”
(Gabrielle nods. Joe laughs)
“Naaa! Git outta here! The Buffalos won’t win! How can they? They’re against the Tigers!”
“Ahh, but they will! God said so! Bye!”
(Joe stares out the window after the angel, a look of disbelief on his face. He snorts.)
“Buffalos won’t win! Pah! To think they could win against the Tigers!”
We now return to Jules, Jimmy and Jason.
“Whew! That was fun!”
“Yeah! We played all day! Its time to go to bed!”
(All three sighs contentedly and plops down on the grass.)
“Look at the stars!”
”Oh yes indeed!”
Look at that big one!”
(Whistle)
“That’s a beauty!”
The threesome suddenly jumped up and ran for their trusty steeds…
“Mmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh!!!”
Their Camels.
What a sight it was to see them mount in their hurry! The threesome ran up from behind the camels and took a leap and landed (rather uncomfortably) on their camels and took off! Leaving me to eat their dust. I wonder where their off too.
Lets go over and see what the shepherds, three miles away from Bethlehem are doing…
“Jacob never told me that I had to come in sneakers! I came in dressy slippers! And we went rock climbing! But you should have seen Martha grab Miriam when she though that Miriam was going to fall, the funny thing was, Miriam though Titus was going to slip and Titus was helping Thomas and Samantha up a rock and…”
“Paper, Scissors, Rock, I won two!’
“Since I won 182 games of noughts and crosses and you only won 180 games I think that I won, in fact I knows it!”
“Oh yeah? You didn’t win the writing competition, so how would you know?”
“‘Cause I won the readothon two years in a row and the year before that!”
“I think this bag was from Ravenos and the one I put over there is from Buyging. I wanted a goatskin purse from bulging wallets for my birthday but my birthday was a week ago and I didn’t get it!”
“Oh No! How sad! What do you think Steve?”
(Steve snores. Deep in slumber land.)
“If we play twenty more games and you win 11 of them then you can have my best shepherds staff and some of my chewing gum!”
“Your on!”
“Tick, tack, toe, gimmie and S, gimme and O, gimme a three in a row!”
“No, your thinking of that blue buttons one at Bulging Wallets that’s costs just thirty. I was talking about the soft fur one…”
Back to Joe and Mary’s Romantic Dilemma…
“So you will still marry me Joe?”
“Of corse I will Mary! When?”
“I think we should stick to the 30th this month. I’ve already sent the invitations and the cake will be ready and delivered on the day. Oh! And I need to buy my dress.”
“Any ideas on what it looks like?”
(Sigh) “No, I’m still looking through some wedding magazines that my Mother sent me.”
“Almanzo asked Father why he did not hire the machine that did threshing.Three men had brought it into the country last fall, and Father had gone to see it.It would thresh a man’s whole grain crop in a couple of days.
‘That’s a lazy man’s way to thresh,’ Father said.‘Haste makes waste, but a lazy man’d rather get his work done fast than do it himself. That machine chews up all the straw till it’s not fit to feed stock, and it scatters grain around and wastes it.
‘ All it saves is time son.And what good is time, with nothing to do?You want to sit and twiddle your thumbs, all these stormy winter days?”
- Farmer Boy, by Laura Ingles Wilder, pages 307/308
After reading the book Farmer Boy by Laura Ingles Wilder recently, I came away with a renewed realization of the work ethic from her time (late 1800’s).In my world, I have many... read the rest of my thoughts
Tuesday, November 24, 2009 - Thanksgiving Break...Yay!
Posted By Liz
Hi Everyone!
This week is our Thanksgiving Break! We didn't get a fall break, so my mom is letting us take a week off for Thanksgiving! :)
During the break, we are painting my room! I am really excited! We painted it yesterday, and today we are touching up the paint, and putting my furniture in my room! This is the color we painted it...
The color is really pretty, I think. I am aiming for an Old-fashion Victorian looking room. :) I will be sure to post pictures when my room is done!
Also, on Thanksgiving we are going to my Grandma's house! I can't wait to eat the yummy food! :)
This story has been rated by belindaLetchford to be 4 stars. What would you rate it? What would you rate my other stories? Or what was you favourite part in a story? Post a comment and tell me!
I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock.
4:00 AM!! How on earth could I possibly get up at four o’clock?!?
This didn’t make sense.
But it did once I looked in the mirror.
I looked in the mirror and saw my Dads face looking strait back at me.
I was Dad!! Or Dad was I!
I didn’t get it.
I thought how interesting it would be to be in Dads place. But then a picture flashed into my head. It was a picture of Dad at work in the cattle stations. He had taken us kids with him. The picture was of Dad doing what he does nearly every day; stick his hand up the cow’s back end.
Nu-uh! No way! I am not going to do Dads job! I will not be a cattle vet! It’s gross! At least he was wearing a glove! But still!
I had a shower and got dressed. I didn’t bother about shaving, considering I didn’t know how. I walked out into the kitchen and had breakfast. The weird thing was, I wasn’t tired!! (Well, that was one of the weird things, I mean, turning into Dad for a day, well, I hope it was just a day, was pretty weird in itself.)
After brekkie I walked into Dads office, well, I guess I should say my office. I was hoping that I didn’t have any thing planed in my schedule for work today.
Hmmmm, lets see. 18th, here it is, oh no!!!! 100 head at Caltin Hill!!! 100 head! That would take all day! Well at least for me it would. But there wasn’t any thing I could do about it! I had to go.
But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is,
I’d have to fly.
I was desperate now, desperate to get out of Dad and into me! I would wake up Mum and see what could happen, if she told me; “Go to sleep Peter, its four o’clock in the morning!” than I’d know I was Dad but if she told me; “Nomi dear, go to bed it’s four o’clock in the morning!” Than I’d know that I was me and Dad was him.
I hoped she said the last one.
I crept into Mum’s and Da-my- room. No Dad in the Bed, just a Mum. I shook her shoulder and tried to get her to waken. “Mum! Mum! Wake up!” I whispered. She stirred and opened her eyes. She murmured to me; “Go to sleep Peter, its four o’clock in the morning!”
I let go of her shoulder and stepped back.
No, no! It can’t be true!! It can’t! I wont! I, I, I, (gulp) oh boy!
I found myself sitting in the car the next moment, strapped in and hand on the keys, which lay in the ignition. It cant, it can’t!! I wont! I wont! Dad where are you! I wasn’t sure if this last statement was a question or me talking to my self. I found myself backing out of the shed in Dads car.Before I knew it, I was driving to the airport! I have no idea how, but I was driving! I’m only 12!! I’m going to get in BIG trouble!
But I didn’t crash.
Then I was at the airport. I found myself getting out of the car and walking towards Dads hanger.
Where he kept the plane.
I could not fly his plane! I’d crash! I will! I will! I would! I could! I would!! I will! Oohh! What am I to do??!
The airport looked rather different in the early light. It looked spooky. It looked huge, it looked like my doom.
I was sitting in the plane of doom. My doom. Dads doom when he finds out that he lost a daughter and a plane in less than one hour. All because he left his shoes open and I found myself in them.
VVVVVRRRRRRRHH!!! The engine roared.And I was moving. My hands where sweaty, my wholeself was sweaty. This was my last hour on earth!! My stomached lurched into my throat as the wheels lifted of the ground! I didn’t want to do this! NO! NO! NO!
But I was.
I shut my eyes wishing I had pen and paper to write my last will and testament.
Nothing happened.
It didn’t feel like I was going down. It felt like I was going along smoothly, like when Dad flies the plane. I peeped open one eye. My hands were on the joystick. I was flying smoothly, because I was Dad, wasn’t I?
I landed and stood on the wing of the plane to view my surroundings. It was 5:35. I had survived for 95 minuets.
But how long would it last?
How long would I last?
Immediately, I spotted my 100 head of cattle.
How was I going to do this? I had no idea. But, this crazy dream or whatever it was, has got me this far, to fly a plane and drive a car, and look like my dad enough to pull this thing off, so hopefully it can get me through this.
I walked over and saw that there were a couple of station hands working already. I blinked and in an instant I was standing …huum…behind a cow. I totally don’t want to do this!!! I shut my eyes and felt my arm (thankfully with a long glove on it) go into the … um…gross area.
(The rest of this part of the story has been erased for certain reasons concerning your health and protection. Please don’t imagine what is happening at the current moment, especially if you are eating. Thankyou!)
(We shall now return you to an appropriate time in the story. Thankyou for braving this unpleasant era.)
Back in the plane. I was flying. But I didn’t know how. Who cares how, I did it!! I survived the disgusting Caltin Hill Calamity! It felt good. Dad would be so proud. Oh wait, I am Dad. But once I get out of this predicament and I’m back to being me and Dads back to normal, boy, will I have a story to tell!!
It was 2:10 PM. And I was back at home, safe and sound.
Or so I thought.
I was in the office.
Busy isn’t the word.
I found myself doing things that only Dad did. I was drinking tea (awful tasting stuff!) and I was doing math sums I didn’t know how to do when I was 12 , (which, mind you, was yesterday) I was scribbling notes on papers and my white board-schedule-thingy with barely readable handwriting, (for my Dad does have that sort of writing!) I was filing and opening bills, letters and invitations and the phone was simply ringing off the hook.
I didn’t want to plan so much work for the next couple of days just in case I was scheduled for being Dad for a bit longer. He –or I, I’m not sure who- had an appointment with a horse who was long in the tooth next Saturday, (delightful!) and on Monday he/I had 700-800 cattle to spay, (wonderful!) on Thursday and Friday there was a dog that needed seeing to and 100 more heads to stick my (preferably his) hand up the you-know-where (cant wait for that!) and this Saturday there is a horse with an infected leg (I’m on pins and needles for that!) Humph! My Dad has the bestjob!
When dinner finally came, I automatically sat in my favourite seat, the one on the right of Dads seat. Mum startled me by protesting; I sat in Dads seat, feeling silly for forgetting this. Dinner was a normal meal. Loud and energy full. I saw that I was sitting next to me! I mean, Nomi was sitting in my favourite spot! How dare I!! I think that was Dad in me, ‘cause I was in Dad, its only fair that he (Dad) goes somewhere, so that would mean me. I was Dad and Dad was I. (Are you getting this?)
After a confusing meal, where I kept answering questions to Nomi and Nomi kept answering questions to me, I went to bed. I wanted this madcap day to end! I hoped that I’d be able to be Me, Nomi, tomorrow. (Long sigh) I’m deadbeat!
Next morning I awoke to find myself in Mums and Dads bedroom. I went into my room and was wondering why my bed was made; I seldom ever make my bed in the morning. While I was puzzling over this I heard Dad shout to Mum; “Honey, why do I have so many appointments that I don’t remember making?”
I found a couple of news articles on Yahoo! which I found quite concerning. The first one was about a new movie directed by Peter Jackson, of Lord of the Rings fame. He was hoping to produce a PG13 rated film, because that it believed to attract the greatest number of viewers. However, early screening audiences complained that there was not enough violence! They were disappointed that the death of one character was not more grisly and visual, so Jackson went back and tried to “improve” it. Although it’s sad that Jackson bowed to such pressure, he is the creator of LOTR, so it’s not as if you could expect a very clean movie.
What was really disturbing though was that people wanted more violence- more gore. It reminded me of ancient Rome- not just their Coliseums and gladiators, but even the theatres, which had real, live crucifixions! It’s disturbing that the modern world seems to becoming fascinated with gore and violence as well.
The second articlarticlee was about a van heist anti-hero in France. This security van driver had over a million euros in his van, and he stole the money and then disappeared. On the Internet, he was being hailed as a hero! There were Facebook fans, even a “Tony Musulin for President” page and another called “The World Is Yours: Tony Musulin Best Driver 2009”. People were praising his robbery as “the heist of the century” and congratulated him on his “no guns, no violence” approach. Now he has turned himself in to the police. But what I want to know is why do people see him as a hero? He’s a robber! He stole other people’s money. What’s admirable in that?
Is it that he was like a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich, and now people are happy to see the rich people get what’s coming to them? Or do people just value cleverness over goodness? Do people congratulate somebody on putting on a “good show” even if such shows destroy the social fabric of society? Are we so bored and corrupted? If robbery and violence becomes acceptable, then society quickly runs down hill. I would like to try and understand why he became such an anti-hero, if anyone has any ideas, please tell me.
I’m attempting to write a 50,000 word story in one month- to be finished by the end of November. I am currently sitting at the 10,000 word mark, which means that I have a LOT of typing to do. I’m still going to cross the 50K mark by the 30th, don’t worry, but it’s going to take some work. But I will get there!
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These are my favourite drawings I've done on my BamBoo (thats my drawing-on-the-computer program that I got 4 my 12th Birthday)
Hope you enjoy them!!
This is my new avatar. I call it - Marvelous
Me. (The name suits me doesn't it?) I painted it over a photo of me and made all sorts of tweaks to it. I call this method - 'Exaggerated Art'.
This is my sisters photo, I call it - Jumpy Jess. (Now that name suits her just as well as Mavelous Me suits me!!!)
The Dictionary, that's what my freind's and I dubed my big bro because that's what he is! A Walking, Talking Dictionary!!
This one is called Horsing Around with Purple. It was my first real masterpiece! I did it free hand using a step by step method using shapes. The background was cleverly taken from Mums Scrap-booking-on-the-computer program.
The Orange Eyed Tree Frog. Same drawing technique as Horsing Around with Purple. It took me longer to draw than the Horse did because I spent a lot of time using the shading technique and making him look wet, as all frogs are.This background was also taken off the Scrap-booking thing. (How do you think this one and Horsing around with Purple would look like with Santa hats?!)
This one was copied of one of my favourite picture books, The Long Way Home by Emily Rodda with illustrations by Danny Snell. GR8 BOOK!!
This one just took me a little less than an hour. The name I gave it suits it perfectly - WeiRD. I was just fiddling around with the chalk and the air brush medias and doodling.
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) Ricks Dad was looking at
This is my new avatar. I call it - Marvelous
Me. (The name suits me doesn't it?) I painted it over a photo of me and made all sorts of tweaks to it. I call this method - 'Exaggerated Art'.
