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<title>Dad Says Ima Blond!! - Homeschool Blogger</title>
<description>I like to sing along to songs, and I like to ride horses. I live on a farm, and we are currently adopting two African children. I love God withall my heart, and I&#039;m not ashamed of it!</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 20:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>I Want To Be The Next HSB Idol!!!</title>
<description>Ok, I have been invited to enter in a song writing contest, I don't know how great I'll do, since I just started writing songs not that long ago. (usualy I just write poetry). Sooooo.... Here goes:
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Staring at the wall, 
Wondering why I bother
Getting out of bed.
Whats the purpose,
Yeah, whats the- use.
Asking myself a dozen questions,
That I don't have an answer for.
Maybe I'm just going insane.


Bridge: 
Living for myself, yeah,
Living for today,
I'm not living at all,
A walking zombie,
Walking dead.
Somebody pinch me,
'Cuz I don't think I'm quite,
Awake.


Can't seem to shake myself
Of this comatose I'm in,
I try to scream and 
Nothing happens.
I think that I'm sleepwalking, yeah,
Where's my alarm clock when I need it?
Then again, Maybe I'm just going
Insane.


Living for myself 
Yeah, living for today.
I'm not living at all,
A walking zombie,
Walking dead.
Somebody pinch me,
'Cuz I don't think I'm quite 
Awake.


I need someone to shake me out,
Of this reverie I'm stuck inside.
My eyes are blank,
&amp;nbsp;Can't think a thought 
To save my life.
Yeah, I'm trapped inside an empty room, 
And all I can thnk about is- me.
But&amp;nbsp;maybe I'm just going insane.


Living for myself,
Yeah, living for today. 
I'm not living at all,
A walking zombie,
Walking dead.
Somebody pinch me,
'cuz I don't think I'm quite 
Awake.


Can't seem to escape from myself,
Yeah, I think I need Your help,
Only You can pull me out
Of this pit I'm in, yeah.
It's so dark,
I need your light,
Don't leave me,
Don't leave me, yeah.


I wanna live for you,
Yeah, living for eternity,
I finaly feel alive.
I'm walking full of life.
Don't bother pinching me,
'Cuz I'm already
Awake.

&amp;nbsp;
That's all I've got, I just wrote it one day when I was feeling frustrated with myself and my own humanity. I hope you judges like it!</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 20:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>What's The Use Of A Title Anyway???</title>
<description>Whats up everyone? This is the magazine cover I made at that one sight, www.bighugelabs.com , it was really fun, but a word to the wise, dont put anything in line 11-17 or else you won't be able to see anything else on your cover! 

It's dorky, I know, but I was in a dorky stae of mind. Actually I think the dorky state of mind thing is perpetual!! Scary thought, AAAHHHH &amp;nbsp;So what is up with all my buddies out there? 
&amp;nbsp; Just for those who are, at most, as slow as I am, no, that notice from my dad is NOT serious, it was a complete hoax made up in one of his goofy moments.
&amp;nbsp; I am trying to learn how to make the pictures on our computer smaller, so that I can post a few here on my blog. Today I got some priceless ones of mom and dad throwing ice at eachother from their lemonade glasses. My personal favorite is the one with mom poking her head around the corner with this evil look of utter delight as she taunts dad, aahh, precious!! I'll try to get it on here!</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 17:05:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>My Dad Is Such A Goofball!</title>
<description>My dad wrote this down after he kicked me off the computer for a couple of minute, so I told him I was going to post it! He told me to go for it! so, here I quote my dad:
Hey, sorry to interrupt. This is Tori's father. I have a loaded shotgun awaiting the first guy who is either brave enough or stupid enough to think he can begin any sort of dialogue with my daughter over the internet. I am a very good aim and have escaped all my prior encounters with the law concerning the &quot;accidental: shooting of young men. Thanks, and have a great day.
Any guys who have left comments, beware!!!!!!</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 22:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Miscalaneous ramblings</title>
<description>I was fooling around on the computer with my mom, and we each made a magazine cover on this really cool website: www.bighugelabs.com/flikr/ , everyone should check it out. It is kind of dorky, but I was in a dorky mood.&amp;nbsp; tried to put it on my blog, but I don't know how.
&amp;nbsp;Any body reading any good books lately I love a good book. I read every chance, I don't like to do something meaningless, or something that is not mentally challenging, because I can't&amp;nbsp; stand doing something that does not require me to think! Am I just wierd, or is this normal?
I am saving up for a guitar, anyone a guitar junkie like me? Can anyone give me a suggestion on a good beginner's guitar I could buy?
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<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 22:43:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Explanation</title>
<description>&amp;nbsp;You know, in my last entry, I was'nt trying to bash people who pay attention to their feelings, thats not anything bad at all! I guess the way I interpret &quot;follow your heart&quot; is &quot;go with whatever feels good&quot;, and to me, that is totaly against God. So, that is what I meant. 
I got a lot of comments on that blog, and I agree with you guys, absaloutly! Sorry if I came on a bit strong, was'nt trying to offend anyone!</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 17:53:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Following My Heart... Does That Sound Like Baloney?</title>
<description>&amp;nbsp;I was reading an article in the TOS magazine and it was about following your heart, and the lie in that. You know if you translated that into plain old english, it would be something like, follow your feelings.. yikes!&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you, but if I followed my feelings, it would be a scary mess! Or this is even better, Follow your flesh, we could translate it that way. And your flesh is everything that&amp;nbsp; is against God and doing the right thing. So follow everything in you that is against anything and everthing good and right. Wow, that sounds alot different than snow white sighing dreamily and telling you to follow your heart, for in that way is the true way to happiness, oh please, someone pass me a bucket!!!
Just something to think about.</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 14:20:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>To Shelter Or Not To Shelter, That Is The Question!</title>
<description>&amp;nbsp;Last night my mom and I were watching a TLC show about a family of 13 kids, and one daughter had to be asked to leave because she had completely turned away from what her parents had taught hert growing up, everything they had ever told her not to do, she had started to do. 
&amp;nbsp; So I was thinking about this, and I could'nt help but wonder, these kids are very sheltered, if you shelter your kid from all the bad things of this world, and never talk about them, and then they find out about all this stuff from their friends, will that make them more suceptible to all this stuff? You know, will they want to try all this stuff out that they were always sheltered from, will they be curious about everthing they were never allowed to do when they get out of the house? I asked my mom about this, and she told me that usualy it was'nt the being sheltered from this stuff tha made them want to try it, but rebellion in their heart. Well that made sense, but did that have to be the rule for everyone? My gears were still turning, and you know how teens are, they want to think that they know everything and believe that they are always right, so I did'nt accept mom's ideas right away, I was still thinking about it
&amp;nbsp; Today mom called me over and gave me the latest TOS magazine to read. She wanted me to read an&amp;nbsp; article by Ken Ham on sheltering your kids, so I did, it was loooong, but I read it. It was very interesting and it convinced me. He backed up everything he said with scripture. He talked about everything from sheltering your kids from public school to the friends they have, and he also covered the age old complaint about your kids getting no socialization and never being able to socialize when they grow up,&amp;nbsp; He talked about being the salt of the earth, and how your kids can't be the salt of the earth if they are being corrupted because you do'nt want to shelter your kids and &quot;cripple&quot; them. All in all, I am won over, and I think you guys should read some of Ken Ham's stuff, he's a cool guy!</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 16:11:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Throw It Away</title>
<description>why put your trust
In imperfect people?
Who just crush you
Again and again.
Why waste your affection 
On people who throw it away?
They say they'll change,
And they do,
But only for a day or two.
You waste your tears
And trust
On people who throw it away.
You say
&quot;just one more time,
I'll give them one more chance&quot;.
And you break your heart
Again and again
On people who throw it away.
Sometimes its not a crime,
To just give up.
To withdraw your hope
Trust and affection.
To just give up,
On people who throw it away.
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<pubDate>Sat,  5 May 2007 22:16:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Ouch</title>
<description>&amp;nbsp;I am such an idiot!&amp;nbsp; Today I decided to take a quick spin on my horse, bareback cuz I did'nt feel like saddling her up, out in our pasture. Big Mistake1 I 'm sitting here nursing my bruises, aches, scrapes, and a twisted ankle to boot. Plus I broke my glasses, their fixable, but until I can take them in, I'm as blind as a bat. GGGRRR, today is definitely NOT my day. 
&amp;nbsp; It started out pretty fun, just jogging around, then our two young horses started&amp;nbsp; running aroun, and Fancy decided to run too, well, I'll give that jug head one thing, she is fast enough to make your eyes water! Then she started to run with her head down, and I 'm like oh no! she's trying to buck!&amp;nbsp; She hopped a few times, but I managed to drag her head back up. Then I saw that she was heading for our hill, Big uh-oh. For those of you who have never been to our house, our hill is very steep. Well, she started bucking again, and I was starting to think about bailing out, but then I looked down at the rocky ground whizzing underneath me I almost threw up, bleh. So there I was clinging desperately to a bucking horse racing up a very steep hill, and I tried one last time to stop her, because she was heading for a dangerous, narrow part of our property, going mock 10. I closed my eyes and jumped,&amp;nbsp; landed hard, and did a somersault. My back was all scraped up, I had dirt down my jeans, my ankle felt like it was broken, My head had hitten a rock really hard, I was dazed, my glasses had flown off somewhere, man, I dont think I'll do that again, jump off, ride bareback out in our pasture, any of it. 
&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking about entering my poetry in a beginners poetry contest. I've been studying really hard about the mechanics of poetry, so I have been writing alot, here is another poem:

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Twist Me A Crown Of Wildflowers
Twist me a crown of wildflowers,
My friend, my dear, my playmate,
Never mind the spring showers,
Let's explore, our curiosity we'll slate.

Twist me a crown of wildflowers, 
And we'll fly away together,
Over hill and hillock, or inside our secret bowers,
We'll be friend's forever.

Twist me a crown of wildflowers, 
And I'll twist one for you,
Never mind everyone's glowers,
&amp;nbsp;theres nothing we can't do!

Twist me a crown of wildflowers,
In innocence we pledge
Forever to be together, to play for hours,
Our mansion is the hedge.

Twist me&amp;nbsp; a crown of wildflowers,
And we'll each be a royal queen
In our castle, with turrets and towers,
We'll be the royalist ever seen!

Twist me a crown of wildflowers,
And when we're old and gray, together we'll sip our tea,
We won't be cranky and sour,
Friends forever we'll be.

Twist me a crown of wildflowers,
And lay it on my grave,
Sprinkle it with your tears in showers,
Forever the memories we'll save.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T. J. Weller.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dedicated to my adopted sisters, Patience and Hope.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, we adopted another girl, from a disrupted adoption, she is ten years old and as cute as pie! We have had her for about 3 weeks now! You can probably read more about it on my mom's blog!</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 22:33:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>The Little Men</title>
<description>Rarely are they seen
With wings so thin and fair,
Clad in leaves so green,
Spun moonlight for their hair.
They swim in musty bogs,
Their homes in hoary oak,
With toads for their watchdogs,
But they just sit and croak.
If any is a tomnoddy,
To tramp across their den,
They'll find their captive body,
Inside the fair folks glen,
Nobody could hope the catch them, 
they're much to clever for that,
But if you hap'n upon the little men
They'll trick you, without an eyelash bat!
But if your exceptionaly clever,
You can get granted a wish,
But beware trust them never,
Instead of riches, a fish!
They're tricksy and they're liars,
And if you ever spite them,
They'll stuff your pillow with briars! 
Beware the little men.
They have a fairy queen,
With hair of raven black
But she is cross and mean,
And loves a fairy head to crack!
That is my tale of little men,
Who live in hoary oak,
Inside their fairy glen,
With toads who sit and croak.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T. J. Weller 1/30/07</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 22:27:00 -0500</pubDate>
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