Nov. 29, 2009 - Chloe, part 1
Chloe stared up at her clock. “The second hand is too slow,” she groaned, tossing and turning in her bed. Though the Christmas Eve was cold, and the snow was piled out her window, the frost etched onto the glass, the quilts were unbearably hot, making Chloe even more anxious for her bedroom clock to tell midnight. She could sneak downstairs and see if Santa Claus had already arrived, but she was afraid of waking her brother and sister. She could read a book until she fell asleep, but the heat made her feel too lazy to reach for the fairytale book on her nightstand. She could talk to herself in the darkness. She could do anything but stay waiting. What time was it? 10:00 at night. Too long to wait. Chloe remained staring at the ceiling, thinking she could hear jingle bells, but not exactly sure of it. She looked up at the clock again. Still 10:00. When would a minute pass? “Now how long would it take at this rate for it to be midnight?” she said to herself. “Well, let’s see. If each minute actually equals 5 minutes, then you times that by… 12, I’m sure. And 5 times 12 is certainly 80.” Chloe was too tired to make proper math figures that she knew very well how to solve during the day. Her brain felt foggy. She felt too tired to fall asleep. “And if you times 80 by 2, because it’s two hours until midnight, you get 180. Yes, that’s right.” Not only did the heat make her feel anxious, but it also made her rather stupid.
Chloe stood up on her bed, flipped the pillow over, and lay down again. “Bother, now my quilts are all messed up. Well, it doesn’t even matter, since I’m not going to get to sleep. I wonder if my eyes will have black circles around them if I don’t get to sleep. Like a raccoon. I wish I could see a raccoon, because I’ve only seen the skins. But don’t they bite people and eat raw eggs? Yes, just like the wolves. And raccoons are a member of the dog family. I wonder if I’ll get a dog for Christmas? Probably not. If anyone were to get a dog, it would be David. He’s wanted one longer than me. And Santa doesn’t even know if I want one? Do I want one? Oh no, I hope he won’t bite me. The dog, that is, not Santa. Then I’d have to get rid of him, how tragical! Who would I give the poor thing to? I don’t think Ada is allowed to have a dog, and Charlotte already has three. Oh dear. Whatever shall I do?”
Once again, Chloe jerked up from her bed and kicked the blankets around. What time could it be now? Certainly 11:00 by now. She stared at the clock. It was only 10:02. “Augh, I will never get to sleep!” she shouted out loud, and immediately clapped her hands over her mouth. “That will never do, you bad girl Chloe. You’ll wake up Clara and David, and then imagine what great trouble you would be in,” she berated herself. She grumbled about how she hated this and once again how she would never fall asleep and then night would last for at least a week, and how she had never been awake for one entire week. “But Polly from school says she has, but I know how Polly is such a dreadful liar. When will something happen?” The clock read 10:03. Finally some time had passed. But not enough time. Chloe thought it rightly deserved to be 11:30 by now. She turned to look at her siblings. They were sleeping so quietly that she felt sorry that she might have disturbed their rest in the slightest. She feared she had disrupted one of their dreams, and perhaps have put a horrible monster in it, turning it into a nightmare. And what a horrible thing to have a nightmare on Christmas Eve! Chloe was in such fear that she had caused this that she became more agitated. The quilts were always soft, so why did they choose tonight to be scratchy. Why did her nightgown choose tonight to have an itchy place in the back where she couldn’t reach? Why did the candle decide to be so flickering, instead of keeping a steady light? She scolded the poor Candle, and told it that the flicker was making her stay awake, and hurting her eyes. It needed to decide to either keep a bright light or no light at all. The candle must have taken this scolding very harshly, because its wax tears began to fall down the candlestick.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Candle. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry I lost my temper, oh, do forgive me.”
The Candle showed no change of mind. It stopped crying, but kept flickering.
“Now Candle dear, I apologized, so you should accept my apology. I shall hug you and then you shall forgive me, alright?”
Chloe reached out with her thumb and her forefinger and tenderly wrapped them around the candlestick, when a drop of hot wax rolled down and burned her little finger. She shrieked and instantly jerked her hand away from the rebellious Candle. She sucked on her hurt finger. “Well, if that’s not the rudest thing ever been done to me!” She licked her thumb also, and put the candle out. “Serves him right. Awful thing.” After a long pause, she said, “Now I’m all alone in the dark.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “No, I must be brave. I am not alone, because David and Clara are still in here. And if I shut my eyes, it won’t seem dark anymore.” And thus, Chloe fell asleep in peace. Or so it would seem.
To be continued.
Nov. 29, 2009 - My Friends
My friends.
Nov. 29, 2009 - "Hurrah for Lake Tahoe, That's Where I'll Go, To My Ponderosa Corner, The Place That I'll Call Home." Don't Ask Me What That Was About, It Was a Random Doodad of Who Knows What. I Like It Though. =)
Hello all of the loverly peoples out there! I hope ya'll have had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I know I did. The Christmas season is officially here! Get out those decorations, crank up the Christmas music, and be happy! But most importantly, remember that it's Jesus' Birthday!
Today is Emma's 12th birthday! Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Emma, happy birthday to you!
Today we're going to...um...don't know how to describe it. A place with a lot of really neat Christmas lights, and a shop with lots of candy. We go there every year on Emma's birthday ever since I can remember.
God Bless You,
Taylor
Nov. 29, 2009 - Precious marks
Maybe no one will notice. I turned the coffee table so that the flaw would be less visible to the members of our Bible study. Still, my friend Wendy spotted the little notches and I had to admit our son had cut his first teeth there earlier that week. She smiled and said, “Oh, now you’ll never be able to get rid of that table; those marks are precious.”
Most of us live with dents, scratches, and other “marks” on our hearts and minds—you know, the embarrassing stuff from past mistakes. The problem is, sometimes we think God can’t or won’t use us in ministry because of these imperfections.
Paul openly recounted his dark past in a letter to his protégé, Timothy. He said, “Christ Jesus . . . appointed me to serve Him, even though I used to blaspheme the name of Christ. In my insolence, I persecuted His people” (1:12-13).
Although Paul was aware of these prior offenses, he understood that “anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” (2 Corinthians 5:17).
This new life is a product of God’s mercy, which is available to all of us who know Him through Christ. God transforms lives that are marked with addiction, immorality, and even abuse. He does this so that He can use us “as a prime example of His great patience with even the worst sinners” (1 Timothy 1:16).
Did you ever stop and think that God wants to use you in ministry specifically because of your past, not in spite of it? In His eyes, our marks are precious. “He has created us anew in Christ Jesus so we can go and do the good things He planned for us long ago” (Ephesians 2:10).
—Jennifer Benson Schuldt, Our Daily Journey
Sunday 29 November 2009 - The Christmas Contest
Ok young aspiring authors! I Adam Brewer and Elizabeth Knight will be holding a contest for all of you.
The goal is simple. Write a Christmas themed short story, and complete it. No real boundaries other than being Christmas themed. Style is all up to you. Ok one last thing. Don’t make any headless zombies, or vampires appear. It just isn’t Christmassy.
Ok here are the rules that you must follow:
- 4,000 word minimum, and 16,000 word maximum. This will help level the playing field.
- It has to be submitted by Dec. 21st, and the winner will be announced on Dec. 24th.
- No horror.
- No foul or inappropriate language.
- Have fun.
Hope to see the entries. When you finish them Send an Email to technobabble91@gmail.com, or send a PM to Technobabble for your entry to be completed.
Nov. 29, 2009 - The Miracle of Christmas by Steven Curtis Chapman!
Saturday, November 28, 2009 - Red Letters
Nov. 28, 2009 - It's been a while...
Sorry everyone. If anyone still wants, I am still making templates, however...it is at my other blog.
www.homeschoolblogger.com/profiles/dreamwalker
My template blog is the last one. IT should say omething like TEMPLATE TESTING HERE! Or something like that.
So, yes, I am still accepting template requests, however, it might take a little longer than normal becuase of the holiday season.
God bless!
~Isi
Nov. 28, 2009 - *Untitled for a lack of title*
Hello everyone!
Happy belated Thanksgiving, and a very early Merry Christmas to you all!
Well, we're back from our two week trip along the East Coast. We've been for almost two weeks, now, actually. During the time I had my birthday. I'm seventeen now. Not much has changed. *shrugs*
I find myself lacking in interesting things to tell ya'll. Other than I have a sort of odd accent now, I've bought a few new books, we're trucking along with school, winter is almost officially here. . .
Writing is well. I've failed at NaNo, but who cares? Not me. I think my struggles was a sign that I'm not supposed to try and speed through this book of mine, 'Samantha Simmons'. It deserves time and love, and NaNo was not giving it that. Now that I've stepped back, I find a lot more clarity and ease, though of course it is rather hard to hear everyone talk about reaching their 50k mark. . . Oh well. I've written almost 37k in less than a month. That there is a new record. I've also written about 47k in SS in a little over a month, which is ANOTHER record. *beams* So I am contented. I have better word flow and more pinpointed convictions now that I've stepped away from the race. I don't need a purple ribbon or whatever to be a winner. For myself, I have already won. Just not by reaching 50k.
Anyways, I hope to be done with SS by the end of Dec. Maybe by Christmas. We shall see. At almost 50k, I should be about. . .half way finished? At the moment, I know I'm somewhere near the middle. I'll have to simply keep running, typing, breathing, and see where this novel takes me. THEN, I think, I'll take a well deserved break. Weariness clogs my literary veins.
Off to do a bit more writing before bed, I think.
~OC
Nov. 28, 2009 - Happy Saturday!
Hello everyone. It is hard to believe that Thanksgiving has come and gone. Now I have my Christmas template up, but all I did was change the pictures a bit. I also have a playlist that is only for this Christmas template. This means that, the good LORD willing, after Christmas I will take the playlist down. like my Christmas playlist, so that is why I put it up.
Writing of templates, I have a few templates made up for Christmas. The nativity one I did has already been claimed*grins*, but I have one of Rudolph, Frosty the Snowman, Charlie Brown, and a Barbie in a Christmas Carol. The good LORD willing, I might make a few more, but if anyone would like one of these templates, please let me know.
For what I have been reading, it has been the Dragonkeeper chronicles. It took me about two months to read the first book*gasps*. I finished it last weekend, and then it took me only a few days to read the second book. Now I am on page one hundred and something on the third book. I like this series, and it is the omly thing I am reading. Though, I have this book on the Von Trapp family(The Sound of Music) which I need to read.
Oh, and if anyone would like the read Thimble, you can read it here.
Nothing else much going on. I pray you have a great week in the LORD, and GOD bless you,
The Reading Maid
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