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Apr. 27, 2009 - Moana!

I have a new baby sister! She was born on a Friday and Moana is her name.

She has a red, shrivelled little face and a fluffy nose and cheeks from being born early. She is already an obvious Stuart – her favourite expression is a scowl. She dislikes social interaction and replies to any friendly attempts with a forbidding frown, a screech in extreme cases and a poked out tongue for minor offences.

She is quite remarkably ugly (in a perfectly cute sort of way) and would probably be a total social reject were it not for her small size and lack of speech. After all, even a fool appears wise until she opens her mouth. Especially if she frowns thoughtfully at all the right moments.

In short, she is perfectly wonderful.

I would post pictures, but I really don't have all that many yet, so I shall postpone them to the next post (joyful news! You'll get another post!).

To tie you over, I have something special for you...

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A family story! This was written several months ago, and is one of my favourite pieces of writing ever. It was awesome fun to write, and perhaps you'll get to know my family a little better through all the family jokes...

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The whole family gathered solemnly around the car as Mum put her last bag into the back seat. She shut it and stepped back, and smiled at her gloomy family. “We won’t be gone long,” she said encouragingly, “and I’m sure you’ll have a very nice time with Gabrielle.”
She climbed into the car, and everyone watched glumly as Dad finished washing the car and began applying the wax. “Be good for Gabrielle, kids,” he said as he polished vigorously. “Make sure you help keep the house tidy. Ben, don’t forget to vacuum the dining room, alright?”
He put away the rag and polish and climbed into his seat. Everyone gathered round and he offered a short prayer. “Dear Lord, thank you for the beautiful day we’ve had and the work we’ve been able to do. Please help the kids to work hard for Gabrielle and keep us safe as we drive. Thank you for the opportunity we have to share with the families at ATI and for all your blessings on us. Amen.”
He started the engine and zoomed out of the drive. Jerusha shut the gate. Livi burst into tears.
The rest of the afternoon was spent by the little girls in tidying up as many things as they could to earn various treats. By six the house was pretty tidy and everyone settled under the table to consume their meal of raw pasta and frozen peas.
Heather made everyone hot drinks which they settled down by the fire to consume. Afterward Gabrielle put the girls to bed while Heather filled the jug countless times to make the whole family hotties. At last she finished her monumental task and settled down exhaustedly to read the first chapter of Good Wives, while Gabrielle and Ben were soon absorbed in their various computers. It was almost one o’clock by the time they finally headed off to bed, and Gabrielle was shocked to find Heather still reading.
At last, however, everyone dropped off.
Heather was the first to waken, at about ten thirty. Springing out of bed, she skipped down the hallway and into the dining room. Surprised to find none of the breakfast things out, she wandered into the formal lounge, expecting the girls to be playing with Duplo.
The Duplo was scattered all over the floor, yet there was no living soul to be seen.
Panicking a little, Heather ran to the bedroom and, with considerable difficulty, roused Gabrielle from her slumber. After finally managing to communicate her worries to her sleepy sister, the girls explored the house together.
It was Ben who found the first of the missing siblings. Stumbling into the bathroom he discovered Keren asleep in the toilet with her pants around her ankles. His disgusted yells could be heard from one end of Waipawa, and his sisters soon arrived.
Keren knew nothing of the wherabouts of her missing siblings; she said that they had all been playing Duplo when she had left them, and had heard nothing else.
Very worried now, Gabrielle checked the front door and found it unlocked. She couldn’t remember locking it the night before, either.
Gabrielle and Heather searched outside while Ben went to feed his chooks. He returned excited, with Arwen on his shoulder, a chick on his head and Neinor in his arms. “I know what happened to them!” he exclaimed, “I forgot to lock them up last night so they were in the front yard this morning. They say they saw a blue convertible ute pull up in front of the house. Four men jumped out, a tall one, a short one, a bearded one and one with an idiotic hat. They ran straight up to the front door, barged in, grabbed Ione, Jerusha and Liviya, threw them in the back under the canopy and drove off.”
His sisters were horrified. “Oh no, this is awful,” Gabrielle wailed. “What are we going to do?”
Ben consulted Arwen. “They took off down Takapau Road about four hours ago,” he said. “We’re going to have to go after them!”
“But how?” Heather asked, “We don’t have the keys to Dad’s car and Gabrielle’s has only got two seats for the four of us!”
“No problem,” Ben said, “this’ll be a chance to try out my new invention!”
He disappeared into the bottom paddock and emerged with a strange kite like thing, which he took up to the highest part of the roof and began to harness his chickens to. “Two people can lie on this,” he called down, “So long as they aren’t too heavy. Chicken can glide for a very long way if there are enough of them, and with my solar powered motor to lift them for short bursts this can go for miles!” He finished harnessing the last of his hens and surveyed it proudly.
“I had better take Keren,” he called down to his gawking sisters, “I don’t want to put too much weight on it.”
“You’ll kill her!” Heather exclaimed indignantly, hugging her pet owner.
“No! I want to go!” Keren exclaimed, her eyes shining.
“It’s perfectly safe,” Ben assured her. “The only problem it has is landing, and it’s fitted out with parachutes in case something goes wrong!”
Finally, with many misgivings, Gabrielle and Heather helped her onto the roof and made sure she was securely strapped in.
Then they stepped back cautiously and watched as Ben flicked a switch and the motor whirled silently into action. The chickens flapped their wings with all their might and the whole contraption lifted slowly into the air.
Keren cheered exultantly as they rose high. “You’d better get in the car,” Ben yelled down to them, “I don’t have any way of slowing this thing down!”
Gabrielle and Heather scrambled down and jumped into the convertible and took off after them.
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Meanwhile the girls had been taken to a huge castle at the foot of the ranges. There the Man with the Idiotic Hat laughed evilly and rubbed his hands together as he surveyed his prisoners. “Men!” he screeched, “Take the children and question them! I want information!” He gave another evil gaffaw and wandered away to his underground laboratory.
Each of the men picked up one of the sisters and carried her off to a separate room for questioning.
The Fat Man, feeling exhausted by his mornings efforts, picked the smallest one. He set her down on a chair and leaned back in a massive armchair behind an enormous desk, feeling important. To his irritation he discovered that he couldn’t see any more than the top of her head from that position, and heaved himself forward.
“Now,” he said imposingly, settling his elbows on the desk, “I want information.”
Livi stared at him, scratching her stomach meditatively.
“Your daddy made some locks,” he tried again. “What can you tell me about them?”
Livi stopped scratching and silently put her thumb in her mouth.
“Come on, you must know something,” the Fat Man insisted. “Your daddy went up to a locksmithing conference recently to sell it. He must have made something from it, because he returned in a Very Flash Blue Convertible.”
Livi stared at him a moment, then deliberately removed her thumb from her mouth. She narrowed her eyes menacingly. “It’s not blue, it’s green.”
“My sources say very definitely that it’s blue.”
“It’s green!” Her voice rose in pitch.
“But I saw it with my own eyes, and it was very much blue-”
“It’s green,” Livi insisted forcefully.
The Fat Man wiped sweat from his brow and changed tack. “Well, whatever colour it was, what I want is information about your father’s invention. What do you know about it?”
“Ask Ione Yovella,” she retorted, glaring at him.
“Ione Yovella?” the Fat Man asked, confused. “Don’t you mean Ione Ruth Iri – uh… Idi… Iriha… Idio… hahapeti?”
“No! You’re mean!” Livi said indignantly.
“I’m not mean!” the Fat Man said, “It isn’t my fault you all have such unpronounceable names!”
“No! You’re mean!” Livi insisted.
“I’m not mean! It isn’t my fault! I’m just doing my job-”
“You’re mean!”
“I didn’t mean it!”
“You’re mean!”
“I’m not mean! You’re the one being mean to me!”
“I’m not mean!” Two big tears welled in Livi’s eyes and her lower lip began to tremble.
The Fat Man stared at her helplessly. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
The tears overflowed from Livi’s eyes and she bit back a sob. “You’re mean!”
“I’m sorry, ok? Don’t cry! Don’t cry! It’s ok!”
“You’re mean!” The sob broke forth and she began to wail.
“No! Please stop! I didn’t mean it! Stop crying and you can have anything you want!”
Immediately Livi’s sobs halted and she stared at him with tear filled eyes. “I want a banana.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll get you a banana. Just give me a sec, ok? You sit here and don’t cry, and I’ll get you a banana.”
Livi obediently settled down and put her thumb in her mouth. He scurried from the room and she immediately slipped off her seat and followed him through the winding corridors until he reached the kitchen. She hid behind the door and watched through the crack as he grabbed a banana and hurried back the way he had come.
Satisfied, she slipped from her hiding place, pulled out the whole bunch of bananas and settled down to enjoy them.
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Meanwhile, Ione had been lead into another small room and was also being questioned.
“I’ve heard your Dad has invented a marvellous invention,” the Tall Man asked her, his eyes glinting greedily.
“Yup, he sure has!” Ione said eagerly. “He’s very clever! Sometimes he dreams about them. Once he had a dream where he got some bicycles and a moterbike… or maybe a scooter. You know, an electric one, not one that you push with your feet. Or maybe it was a moterbike. I don’t really know. And he got some bits of other metal… I don’t know what they were from… and he got Nanna’s trampoline mat and chopped it up to make seats. Then he got them and welded it all together and made us a really cool go-cart with it that could hold our whole family.” The Tall Man smiled and nodded slightly dazedly. “Except Mum ‘cause she doesn’t like go carts.. We had the dogs pulling it. We used to have two dogs, you see, but then one of them was ferocious and when we took it down to the park and we had her pulling a log and a guy came up and untangled her and told Ben and Heather off and then he bent over to pat her and she lept up and bit him on the arm and he had to have about fifty stiches… or twenty or thirty, I don’t really know.” The Tall Man was going slightly crossedeyed. Ione continued with renewed vigour. “But then we had to get her put down because it’s illegal to have dogs who bite people… and he dreamed all of it! Mum has really funny dreams when people come to our house and all her friends do weird things, but Dad just dreams about building things.” Ione paused, and a grin spread over her face. The Tall Man had collapsed in exhaustion, and was gently snoring.
She leapt to her feet and searched the man’s pockets, emerging with a cell phone. Tucking it in her own pocket she rushed out the door and down the corridor, where she met Jerusha coming down the hallway.
Jerusha had not wasted time. The moment the Bearded Man had stepped into the room she had stomped on his foot with her cast, and as he screamed in pain and hopped around the room she had taken a swing at him with her crutches. She hit him straight over the head and knocked him stone cold, and emerged with a ring of keys she’d removed from his belt.
The girls had a quick discussion over the route to the garage. The place was a maze of twisting corridors and giant rooms, and it was difficult to keep one’s sense of direction. “Oh, if only Dad was here!” Ione muttered to herself as they took off down a promising looking corridor.
Eventually they found themselves in the kitchens. “Surely there’s a way out from here,” Jerusha said tiredly. Behind them they could hear the furious yells of the men as they searched for them.
Ione ran to a window. “Come on, I can see the garage from here!” She called. “We can jump out the window and we’ll be out!”
“But what about Livi?” Jerusha asked.
“That’s right, we can’t leave her here,” Ione said. “What can we do?”
At that moment they heard footsteps behind them. “Ione?”
“Liviya!” They were about to hug her, but noticed the banana coating her from head to toe just in time. Instead they turned back to the window and quickly opened it. Jerusha jumped down, and Ione carefully picked Livi up and, holding her at arms length, passed her down to Jerusha, who almost dropped her due to her coating of slippery banana. Then they hurried toward the garage, where they all jumped into the ute.
They could see guys jumping out of the window and sprinting across the lawn toward them as they struggled with their seatbelts. Jerusha finally found the right key and the engine roared to life. She shoved on the accelerator and the engine revved wildly but the car didn’t move. She shoved down the handbrake, but it made no difference.
The closest man was less than four metres away, sprinting furiously toward them.
“It’s in People!” Ione screamed. “Changed it to Dog, quickly!”
Jerusha slammed the gearstick downward and the car roared forward. She slammed the accelerator to the floor and the ute zoomed down the driveway. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands and narrowly missed the gatepost as they zoomed onto the road in front of a surprised mid-sized diesel MPV driver.
Behind them a truck skidded out of the driveway after them, dangerously overtaking the mid-sized diesel MPV and rapidly gaining on them.
“Faster!” Ione screamed.
Livi peeled another banana and casually threw the peel behind her. It landed with a splat on the windscreen of the truck, causing The Boss to skid all over the road as he was temporarily blinded by it.
Jerusha quickly changed down to Dinosaur and took off, leaving the still writhing truck in her dust.
Ione pulled the cell-phone from her pocket and quickly dialled the Harrier. Heather picked it up. “Heather!” Ione exclaimed. “We’ve escaped, and we’re heading home! Only we don’t know where we are!”
“Where are you in relation to the sun?”
Ione glanced outside. “It’s forward and to our left.”
“Just a sec,” Heather, said. She motioned to get Ben’s attention above her, and, by forming each letter with her arms, communicated the information to him. He gave her a thumbs up and soared up into the sky with his chickens and there surveyed the surrounding countryside. Arwen spotted the ute first and quickly pointed it out to him. It was about ten ks out of town, followed closely by the bouncing truck.
He hastily scribbled a note and gave it to Keren, who attached it to one of her hair ribbons and lowered it to the convertible below. Heather untied it and read out the instructions.
“Ok, you need to turn left at the next intersection. Right after that and you’ll be in Waipukurau. We’ll meet you there!”
“Righto!” Ione said, hanging on as Jerusha swerved around a bend.
“Left at the next turnoff!” Ione told Jerusha breathlessly. Jerusha just nodded, intent on her driving. The intersection approached and Jerusha braked hard, then accelerated around the corner, getting back up to speed in less than three metres.
The truck behind them lurched as the driver braked too late and overshot the turnoff. The mid-sized diesel MPV overtook him, honking rudely. Cursing, the driver attempted a U turn that turned into a 7 point turn, and angrily shot after them.
They were almost in town before the truck caught up with them again. “It’s a 50k zone; we have to slow down!” Jerusha said in despair. “The others better be here soon!”
They slowed down as they reached the outskirts of the town, and the truck bore down menacingly on them.
Livi put her banana down deliberately and reached into her nappy.
“Ew,” Ione said, “Get your hand out of your nappy, Liviya!”
After a moment of intense concentration Livi obeyed, pulling a pistol out of her pants. Ione gawked at it a moment. “Where on earth did you get that?” she asked in a awed whisper.
“I stole it,” Livi answered, brushing it off carefully.
“Uh… Livi, I think you should give me the gun.” Ione said.
“No! You’re mean!” Livi exclaimed accusingly. Turning around in her seat she quickly shot out each of the front truck tyres, and as it swerved across the road efficiently took care of the back tyres. Ione clapped admiringly as the truck skidded into someone’s garden, crashed through their fence, and landed with an enormous splash in their swimming pool.
Jerusha zoomed away as the kidnappers surfaced, gasping and spluttering.
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Meanwhile, Ben and Keren had just caught sight of the Convertible Ute zooming toward them, as well as the truck bobbing in the pool behind them. He dropped altitude until he was flying just above the convertible. “They’re over to our right a block,” he yelled down to them. “I see a Fat Man, a Tall Man and a Man with an Idiotic Hat running down the street after the ute. I’m going to take a shortcut and take care of them. Meet me there, ok?”
Gabrielle gave him the thumbs up and he flew away. In less than a minute he was hovering over the criminals. “Keren, parachute down and take care of them, ok?” he directed her. “I’ll land this thing and join you!”
She gave a nod and launched herself over the side of the flying contraption, careful to get tangled in any of the chickens. She pulled out her parachute as she was nearing the ground and flew directly down over the Fat Man, who she knocked flat with a kick to the head as she descended. He began to roll helplessly head over heels down the hill. Instantly she turned to the Tall Man, and ran round and round his legs until her parachute was all tangled around them and he fell with a crash.
The Man with the Idiotic Hat turned and ran in the other direction and Keren screamed to Ben to stop him. Ben quickly restarted his motor and zoomed after him.
Meanwhile Gabrielle pulled up in her convertible, dragging the Fat Man behind it. Heather had cleverly roped him in with Gabrielle’s scarf as he tumbled down the hill.
She was horrified to discover that the only park left on the street was a tiny one with no glass window to even watch one’s reflection in as one backed. Summing up her courage, however, she pulled in in front of it and backed in lining her car up with the one behind; ending up perfectly parallel in the park with barely five inches to the curb.
Jerusha followed in the ute just in time to catch a diagonal park someone was just leaving.
Meanwhile, Ben had followed the desperately running Man with the Idiotic Hat out into the country. At last the man pulled off his hat, and something small and brown flew from underneath it. Ben narrowed his eyes as it flew toward him, and, with a sinking heart, realised what it was. A flying ferret!
He watched as it grew closer and, at the last minute, dropped abruptly downward. The ferret quickly followed, and Ben lead his chickens in a series of spins and dives. He switched on the motor and rose abruptly, then, when the ferret was directly beneath him, switched it off. The chickens folded their wings and the contraption dropped straight onto the ferret, who was pushed helplessly against the bottom of the kite as it free-fell.
Quickly Ben slithered out to the edge of the kite and grabbed at the ferret, pulling it toward him. Avoiding it’s snapping teeth he disabled the motor around it’s stomach and dropped it. The chickens spread their wings and Ben switched on the motor and the contraption rose. They all watched in satisfaction as the ferret splattered on the field below.
“That’ll be good fertilizer,” Ben commented to his chickens. He looked around for the Man with the Idiotic Hat, then realised that with all his fancy manoeuvres he had lost him.
Ben arrived back just as, sirens wailing, Police began to arrive at the scene. Gabrielle and Ione quickly explained all that had happened, and the kidnappers were handcuffed and shoved in the back of the police cars.
Ben flew down to report his failure to capture the Man with the Idiotic Hat, much to the disappointment of the police. “We suspect they may have been a notorious gang wanted worldwide and from your description of his hat, I suspect that man may have been the mastermind behind it all.”
Heather sauntered up to the group. “Huh, you can catch him no sweat,” she said. “Every item of his clothing came from Farmers. Place a plain-clothes man there and you’ll catch him no sweat, I guarantee it.”
Two days later Mum and Dad returned home. The house was spotlessly tidy, and seven happy children met them. No one seemed to get a chance to tell Mum and Dad about their adventure in all the excitement.
That night the family got a call from the police sergeant. Dad picked up the phone. “Our man was captured, just as your clever daughter said he would,” the sergeant said happily. “He apparently went in to replace a jacket he ripped on the fateful day, and our plainclothesman nabbed him! He was indeed the man we were looking for! Farmers were shocked that such a notorious criminal should be a patron of their store, and have gifted Heather a lifetime supply of clothing vouchers as a reward for her efforts. The Boss of the gang was so moved by Ione’s account of her lifetime longing for a violin that he’s donated his large collection of antique violins to her. We also found out that your eldest daughter was driving on a Learner licence without a licensed driver beside her, and we’re going to have to confiscate her licence for that offence. However we were following her in a helicopter and noted that she kept to the speed limit the whole way, indicated exactly three seconds before each turn, checked her mirrors every five seconds and indicated as she left each passing lane. We were particularly impressed with her faultless parallel parking. Therefore, although we are required by law to remove her learner licence, we have decided to award her with an honorary full licence to replace it. We were likewise very impressed with you’re your daughters Jerusha and Liviya and would like, as soon as they’re old enough, to offer them places in the police force. And the best news of all is that we have discovered that the gang haven’t a penny between them, so in reparation for your families horrible experience we are gifting you the gang headquarters; the castle they were held in. It has a huge yard for your son’s heroic chickens, and I think it would meet all your needs rather nicely. You’ll have to come over and sign the papers for it sometime.”
Dad got off the phone looking rather dazed, and turned to his children. “I think you guys have some explaining to do,” he said.

Comments

Apr. 29, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by PurpleElectricity

I think them chickens diserve some reward! Just kinding! Love you!

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May. 2, 2009 - Le soupy title.

Posted by Pip

HAHAHA! Wow, that wash wacko. Your siblings sound purrfect, I wanna meet 'em! *grins* How much of that, if any, was based on RL?
I was wandering about HSB this morning, avoiding my schoolwork, when I decided something. I am going to haunt you and your blog because, number one, it's quite purty. Number two, because I can talk very heavy Southern and you apparently loathe that. Number three, I find your blogposts amusing and shall now proceed to badger you about posting soon.
Awwww, zee babeh sounds so kwoot! *giggles*
God bless,
~PIP~

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May. 2, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by LadyWillow

Helloah, darling, haven't seen you around in quite some time!! Yes, if you are wondering who I am, I just happen to be Laurie, the long-lost Equestrienne21, who has been wondering where you were. I heard you were on the South Island for vacation. But...I went and gave my blog a makeover and new name, but all the old posts are there, and I up and started a new user name, as well! *anxiously* I hope you like it; I certainly do. But you must add me to your friends list, K? You're already on mine.

I absolutely adored that story! Whoever wrote that is sure talented, and if it wasn't you, tell them so. If it was you...well, I don't think I need to say any more, as you are reading this, and don't need to be told that you are talented.

You don't know how I've missed you, heehee, your comments always add....something sort of...kiwiish. Pleasantly kiwiish. I ought to come visit you sometime...heeheeteehee.

Well, I'm going to go now, just leaving you enough inticement to make you come comment on me. It just happens that I posted, for once in a really long time!

And give little Moana my best wishes. She sure sounds cute; I bet babies (especially when they're your sisters) are fun. She'll probably be a beauty when she grows up.

Laurie

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May. 3, 2009 - That ramble I promised!

Posted by Pip

First off, let me state here and now that I was purrfectly astounded by your comment and had no idea my blog seemed that way in your eyes; knowing you, I consider it an honour. *grins* Thanks so much for thy compliments! I'll parry by saying that your blog reflects who you are in such a way as to delight me whenever I come here, esp. the widdle "about me" doodad about third person, and my insistence that you post oftener shall not cease; you should rather take it as a note of confidence, Slt dahlin'. *wide grin*
*falls backwards at the precisioned gunshots* Oh my. I shall now proceed to return thy musings one by one.
I was taken aback that you're under the impression that you think I get things "right" when I blog about them; I've always been frustrated because I thought everyone else knew exactly what they were talking about and how to convey it! I'm so glad I have support to know that my thoughts aren't entirely Kiplingish. *grins* Random thoughts strung together in a futile effort to make sense.
Heheheh, Oi think yer blog ish verra kewl, too. Muahaha.
aHA! I appreciate that you gave up that nasty "Aw, Pip's cute" deal, since you said I migt start being cute if I went around purring. But hey, Loomis is awesum, why not act like her?!
Oh aye, I have extended practice in the way of confusing people. *is kewl*
Most assuredly it is not possible to have a purr-er...perfect sibling, I jist thought that story was purr-er...perfectly hysterical, is all. =^D Daw shootz, I was hoping every word was based off actual happenings IRL! *sulks*
*blames Tinuviel*
Aha, yes, tis rotheh easy ta lapse into Pippernack. Although, didyoo know, the techinical term for it is Scoppernack? Pippernack issa slang term fer it. *winks and grins*
Foony how one can waste an afternoon on one's deary compy. Oh well. *tosses the confetti*
Now, about thy deeply thoughtfuly question about life...I found it rather odd that you phrased it as though life was in the past tense. As though we're all in Heaven talking about our past life!!! If you simply mean what life I've actually lived thus far, then yes, my life has been a heck of a worth of livin'. My family is nonconventional. Albeit we've had some traumatic experiences in the past including death and bad marriages and pride and all that normal family stuff when one's extended family has very differing opinions, my family balances every aspect of my personality out so that I don't go bonkers from inbalance or misunderstanding. I've gone through some very rough times in my life but then, during those times, I have actually seen God's hand doing miracles for me and my family. Faith, on a rollercoaster of worldviews and continual polishing, is a growing process for me that will never end until I die. The way God has given me joy, the things He's put into my life which enable me to live it as fully as I can by doing His will, exploring around with different aspects of life-living, and the talents He's given us here on earth to love Him so that His life and not our own is the main thing that counts, is all fascinating to me; I've done extensive study and writing about the value of life [one can imagine, I'm fervently against abortion] and the act of actually living life in the right and good manner. Life is such a sweet, wildly beautiful thing, and to waste it away on petty sadness and blatant bitterness, on drugs and whiskey and sex or whatever, to throw away the time Goad has given us here on earth, is, to me, an offense in the highest extreme and should be severely discouraged.
*must stop reading so much Austen*
Indeed, I'm glad we two stubbornly contrary peoples didn't hate each other. Perhaps it's because we have to many quirks we can jab at each other about.
*grins*
God bless,
~PIP~

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May. 4, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by LadyWillow

Thank you for the comment. Your comments always make my day; they're always long, and thus, I love them!!! I like long things. I'm...long....and skinny. Er, um, slender. Willowy. That's what inspired my user name.

Thank you for the compliments. They truly aren't true. If that makes sense. Umm...what else should I say?

Ah, yes, I've started another book...a western!! They kind of have to do with the history of America; have you ever heard of cowboys-and-indians? Well, they always take place out in the 'Old West.' Who knows, maybe you've already heard of all this, and are sighing, wondering when I'm going to get the explanation over with. Well, hahaha, too bad for you. It's...over. You can tell me what you know, how 'bout? Anywho, the MC's name is Jim, and he's really...kewl. I like him, and that's good. You should always try to like your MC's, and I sure you know that. I feel like I'm shifting gears into ramble mode, and so I better ski-daddle. Goodbye, dearie! Comment, or else! *shoots mental arrows at Gaby*

Laurie

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May. 4, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by PurpleElectricity

Moana, I like that name!

Thank you for commenting!!! I'm so glad that you like my posts!

About me, hmmm.... I'm Cherise's sister, I sabotage her on chatzy, I'm younger than she is, and we like our chothers!!!! *grins* You might learn more about me the longer you know me, as it is, I don't know what to say.

PurpleE

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May. 6, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Scaryman

Happy borthday!

Now ya have to reply to this one!

WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Yours Evily

Scaryman

(no, I did not get mum to put in the caps)

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May. 6, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Bluejane

Hello,

I found your blog through Beth (writer4Him) and thought I would come and take a look.

How exciting you have a new sibling! Her name is so pretty too.

I did not have enough time to read your whole story, but enjoyed the first part very much, I shall have to come back another time to read the rest.

Do you mind if I add you to my friends list?

Out of the Blue:jane

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May. 7, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Ness

*laughs* *laughs again*
Hi!
*Laughs again*
Happy birthday!
I love your story it was really funny;-)
And you have a new baby sister! that is so cool;-)
Moana is such a cute name;-)
'Babies are ugly in a cute sort of way' *laughs*
I miss talking to you and everyone else during NaNo. Oh well I'm just too wrapped in real life to spend time on the computer;-)
It's been forever simce I came to your blog so now I am going to read you blog posts;-)
~Ness

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May. 12, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by GraceElizabeth

Altari!!!!!

I'm terribly, terribly sorry it's been so long! I am sincerely ashamed of myself.

But I thought this post justified a comment. ;-)

Congratulations on your new baby sister! That must be so fun... I love her name, too. I love all of y'all's names! They're so unique. Over here in the U.S. of A., anywho. Perhaps in New Zealand they're more common? Either way... I like them. ;-)

Your story is totally the most amusing thing I've read in quite some time! Though naturally, I don't understand all the family jokes... a little confusing... but hilarious all the same, since I too have inside jokes with people, and I know how hilarious they are when nobody else knows about them! Mainly, I love the ending to your tale. It is quite the epic ending to an epic story! I remember when I was younger I used to lie in bed thinking up stuff like that... like I saved a factory from blowing up, and as a reward they gave me half their stuff, or something. Not so brilliant. Lol... yours is much better.

Happy Birthday, by the way! I know this is late... *sniffle* I'm sorry again. I saw Beth's post and thought it was amazingly sweet! You are loved by all of HSB!!

~Grace

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May. 17, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by EowynDernhelm

Oh, how EXCITING!!! YAY for new baby sister!! :D And I love your family story, it's a hoot. ;)
So, now for the long-awaited, extremely belated reply to your comment...[hey, that rhymed!! YES! :D]
Thanks so much for the Elvish input. *stares a little boggle-eyed at the long comment* 'Twas quite a lot of info! :D But thanks bunches, I think I'm going to change the lyrics to "Melon le Undomiel". Depart aniron, and never return!
*squints at the cool Elvish phrase* Whoa, that is awesome!! ...but what does it mean?? Let me see...Pedin in naid i an�ron, a nin �-cheniathach. Hmm. I know "naith" is "spearpoint", but what would that have to do with...? "aniron" is obviously "I desire". "nin" is "my", right? Oooh boy, just teeeeeeeeel meeeeeeeee, pleeeeeeeeeeease!!!! XD
Yes, I'm Catholic! :) And although it WAS rather hard to be off certain websites on the computer during Lent (such as HSB, of course), it was also something of a relief! ;D
We definitely have to chat sometime soon! We should set up a chat date or something.

Anyways, talk to you soon!!

N� Elbereth veria le, n� elenath d�n s�la erin r�d o chuil l�n.

God bless!
~Eowyn

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May. 25, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by writer4him

This isn't the comment you're waiting for.

But all the same, I've had the most remarkably brilliant revelation! *bounces* Your names--they're in alphabetical order! Aside from you and Ben, that is. I mean...there's Heather, Ione, Jerusha, Keren, Liviya, Moana. H, I, J, K, L, M. *feels brilliant*

So, does your mum plan on working all the way down to Z? *grins*

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May. 26, 2009 - Me is here

Posted by MaidenCapitolaBallot

Hi! Contray to popular belief I am still around, hunting HSB. Man! I cant believe I missed your birthday! How horrible! Happy late Birthday! Did you have a nice time?
Congradutaltions on your sister! Make sure she doesnt spend much time around Ben or she may turn evil :). You MUST post pictures soon!
I will have to come back and read the story, I am a little side tracked as I am watching LOTR, actually I am typing half this blindly...so if I miss spell something you will forgive me wont you?
I should be around more, I have internet now :D, so I can come pester you again!
Bye for now,
Heather

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Aug. 22, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Dunvegan Highlander

Howdy, Altariel!
You may remember me from Ben Chamber's Civil War discussion...I just had a question: is your last name Stuart? Or did I misunderstand?
If so, I have a followup.

On another note, you are lucky! I miss having newborns and (as she would be now) very little people in the house! Hope you're having fun.

-N. Harris
Dunvegan Highlander

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Gabrielle is brilliant, beautiful, talented, sweet and good, yet marvellously humble. Haha... No. Let's try that again...

Gabrielle has a wicked sense of humour and far too much pride for her own good. She loves to write, and has spent a good portion of her life buried in books. She loves old English literature, anything Tolkien, and well-written humour.

She loves blogging, fanfiction, and spends a good portion of her day on her computer. Pretty active, she enjoys climbing, swimming, running, and sitting up trees, yet does not enjoy most ball sports.

At sixteen, she is still far more immature than she should be and enjoys the fact far too much, yet she can be serious at times and ponders deeply on many issues. She takes her faith very seriously, and strives to make becoming like her Lord her greatest wish.

She enjoys talking about herself in the third person.

Dol Amroth

Dol Amroth was a coastal city in South Gondor. Built on a hilltop overlooking the Bay of Belfalas and crowned by Tirith Aear - the seaward tower - it was the Jewel of the Southern coasts. The Princes of Dol Amroth were prominent in Gondor and ruled much of the land about Belfalas.

Dol Amroth was the home of both sailors and mounted knights, yet they were also renowned for their harpists. The people of Dol Amroth were of Numenorian decent, and also accounted to have had elvish blood - passed down from Mithrellas, one of Nimrodel of Lothlorien's handmaidens. They were tall, dark haired and grey eyed, and spoke, for the most part, Sindarin.

Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth fought in the battle of the Pelennor Fields with many of his knights, and won renown for his deeds there, which included saving the life of his nephew, Faramir. Imrahil's sister, Finduilas, was the wife of Denethor, Steward of Gondor, and the mother of Boromir and Faramir. Imrahil's daughter, Lothiriel, later married King Eomer of Rohan.

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