Feb. 5, 2008 I know it's been a while, but can you still remember?
Can you still remember the girl from long ago? Can you still remember me? I'm sorry I was away for so long, but we had some... difficutly... that I don't feel like going into. I'm sorry that I've delayed the next chapter of my story for so long. I'm working on getting it to you. Forgive me.
It's very windy today. The clouds are all a stone grey. The yellow school bus in front of my house looks so out of place, like it should have come and gone centuries before, or later. We've had an interesting time keeping Bill out of hibernation this year, what with the frigidness of the weather and, consequently, the house. Yeah, we have heat, but that was one of the issues we've been having. No heat. Not our fault, but our issue. The fireplace has been our lifesaver, but no one wants to keep a snake in the line of the heat that one would rather have for ones self. Brr.
The horses are outside being horses. Go figure. Maldor is flitting from one end of his confine to the other. I'm guessing that he's fascinated by the interesting smells that the wind is bringing in. Ooh, guess what! Daddy and I are going to get mom a new horse for a late birthday present. She'll be so excited! It was really sad when we gave Petal away. Don't tell though!
I gotta go now, but I won't forget my promise. I'll get the next chapter up here, and I'll come back more often! Love you!
~Aster |
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Oct. 17, 2007 A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?
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No, I am not trying to deprive you all of my blog readings. I'm terribly sorry. I was holding out on you this time because I wanted the next entry I wrote to be the next chapter of Theron, but I realized that I was taking too long. I'm sorry. Since I am unable to give you tyhe next chapter yet, I decided to do something else.
So, here is another saying that I am going to pick apart. If you are uncertian which saying this is, go back up and read the title. Many of you will know it from "Ever After". I know it from quite a few places. Anyway, this is the next thing on the to do list.
The bird. Birds represent a free spirit, something that can not or should not be contained. Their songs bring light and joy to many peoples' lives. Colorful, sweet, and inspirational, these things are a glory to God's green earth. Except that they are usually in God's blue sky or His green trees.
The fish. This cold-blooded creature breathes the oxygen, through rather primitive gills, that is fortunate enough to bet under the water's surface. They are regarded as rather tasty food for many people and some of them have lively colors like the birds. No voice of song or of anything else comes from the throat of the fish. He is deprived of a voice and could have no communication with its birdy lover because it is also deprived of hands for sign language.
Pretty much the only similarity in these 2 critters is that they, 1. Are both eaten for food, 2. Are part of Creation, and 3. some have colorful skins. I'm sure that a biologist could tell you more, but I'm no biologist. Sorry. :) Well, the bird is warm-blooded; the fish is cold-blooded. The bird has lungs; the fish has gills. The bird has feathers; unless it's a catfish or a blobfish, the fish has scales. The bird has a beak; the fish has primitive lips. So. If a bird loved a fish, where would they live??
I've given this some long, hard thought. I've determined that there is more than one answer. If the bird was a seagull and it loved a fish in the harbor, they could both live by the sea. Near land, of course, for the comfort of the seagull, but sacrifices are to be expected in love. For a tucan and a pirana, they could live in the Amazon. The water is usually abundant. They could both live happily. For any other bird and fish couple, I would reccomend a swamp. The water and land are both plentiful, and the food for both would be sufficient. It would be easy for them to exchange a few pecking, breathless kisses through the water's surface.
Well now, I've told you my answer. In the words of Kayla, what say you? Tell me your opinion.
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No, I'm not. Now that school's started, I hardly have any time to get on. This time, I am only able to type and not check my friends' blogs. Sorry guys. I'll get to you sooner or later. I promise! But not today. No time. How do you do it, Chris? You get on EVERY DAY! You must have a lot of time on your hands.
Hello, Luthien! Nice to meet you. I'll be sure to check up on you too.
So tell me, how many subjects is everyone taking this year? I have geometry, biology lab and lecture, latin, german, history, american literature, speech, and creative writing. Let's see, that amounts to... yes, I can count... 9 subjects. Plus a little art that I throw in there when I can. No, my mom's not mean. I asked for this. Mom was the one who protested because she wasn't sure I could handle it. I can handle it! With a little pain on my social life, that is.
Well, my father calleth. I 'm going to go now. TTYL. Bye!
~Aster~
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Sep. 6, 2007 If not now... when?
Ok, you know what? I've been on here several times in the last few weeks, and not until now have I been able to write anything. I've been too busy checking everyone else's blogs! Now I finally decided to write mine first and then check to see what everyone else is up to. It helps me more that way today. To start things off, it looks like I've been tagged by dixiebeauty!!
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk...
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people you.. .
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair (I like playing with my hair!)
4. When relaxing, you sit with...
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6 When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are...
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are...
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10 (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out. You are very loyal to your friends and lovers. People find it easy to come to you with their problems, you are someone they can always rely on.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you' re boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.
Hey, I liked that! Thanks, Jaylee! I had fun with it.
Well, I don't know of anything else to report... except that all the kittens are given away, but that happened a while ago. I just neglected to tell it. The last one to go was Dorothy. Ok, so I'll try to post sooner. Thanks for all the comments!
Oh, yes, I tag: writergirl06, Cassydoodle, tazzypirate92, guitarchick911, AuthorElf, and Curufinwe. There we go! Bye now!
~Aster~ |
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Nanda came downstairs baggy-eyed and tired. His unrestful sleep was hard endured.
As was routine, Nanda began making breakfast. He didn’t like Tallah doing everything herself, so, when he was home, he did all of the required activities. This made it necessary for him to become an adequate cook, a good housekeeper, and an animal control expert. Rats ravaged the kitchen relentlessly.
Kippte loved to chase the rats, as long as they didn’t fight back. They were bigger than he was most of the time, but he belonged in the house; the rats were intruders.
The first thing that Nanda noticed when he stepped near the kitchen was a snarling, sniveling rat backed up into a corner with little Kippte barring its way. The Tatsche was showing his teeth most ferociously. Nanda put a large bowl over the rat to keep it in its place while he cooked. He could deal with it later.
Kippte, seeming disappointed at having his game cut short, sat down defiantly next to the overturned bowl and complained. Nanda laughed at the little creature. “I thank you for catching the rat, Kippte,” he said to his pet, “but I think that I deal with them better than you.” He set a small piece of meat down on the ground. “Now come and eat your breakfast while I cook mine.”
Kippte gave the meat a glance, swatted to bowl with an air of finality, and trotted over to his prize.
Nanda had just relit the fire when he heard a knock on the front door. It was none other than Aberle. He seemed displeased. “Did you by chance go through any of my things?” he asked Theron.
“No,” Theron answered, “I didn’t. I’m preparing our meal. Would you like to come in?”
As Aberle came in and took a seat, Theron inquired as to why he had asked about his belongings.
“I seem to have lost something very precious,” began Aberle. “Either that, or it’s been stolen. I cannot say which. To explain what this is and why it’s so precious, I must tell you its origin. Have you ever heard of the Faeries?”
“The mountain dwellers?” asked Theron. “I thought they were a myth.”
“They are no myth, but it isn’t of the mountain dwellers that I speak. These Faeries live near the volcano; it has been said that they live under it where it’s as hot as Hölle. A long time ago, the Försters made friends with these Faeries, and for several years, they were able to get a very special substance from them that we call metall. It has amazing qualities.
“When it hardens, it becomes more durable than iron and lighter in weight, but we can’t use it in weapons because it’s too rare now. Older Förster weapons were made of metall, but that was years ago.
“Metall has healing qualities too. It can be melted over a campfire and poured onto a wound to help it heal. It will seal the wound until it heals, then it will dissolve. It’s amazing stuff.”
“Why is it so rare?” Theron asked while avoiding grease poppings from the meat he was cooking.
“Because about sixteen years ago, the Faeries stopped giving us metall and cut off all communication with us. Since then, we have been using it sparingly, but every Förster is allowed to carry a small fragment of it with him.”
“Why did they stop communications with you?”
“We don’t know,” said Aberle. “We weren’t able to get even that out of them. I asked you if you had been through my things because half of my own fragment is missing.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Nanda. “I do hope that you find it.”
“So do I,” murmured the Förster, “because if I don’t, the Kollegium will have it on my head.”
“Excuse me while I get Tallah,” said Nanda. Nanda left Aberle to himself and fetched the lady. He knocked on her door softly. When she bade him to enter, he opened the door and looked in.
Tallah was dressed and ready for her day, just as Nanda had always seen her. She had a chair pulled up next to her window where the morning sun was coming through. The sun’s golden rays touched her white hair and made it shine. Tallah took a deep breath and asked,
“Is it a beautiful morning?”
Nanda looked out the window. A robin was perched on a nearby tree branch, arranging his feathers. Grasshoppers jumped from one blade of long grass to the other, and the pinks in the sunrise were fading away majestically. “Yes, it’s a very beautiful morning,” he answered.
“I thought it would be. Much better than last night.”
Prickles went up Theron’s spine. Last night was a nightmare he didn’t want recalled in daylight, but Tallah did anyway.
“Did you dream again, Nanda?” she asked. “Did the night torment you again?”
“It always does when I sleep in this house. I don’t understand it. I built it for our shelter, but it has never been my safe haven. Why?”
“I don’t know the answer to that.”
Nanda sighed. “I’m just looking for answers.”
“Is that the real reason you want to go with Aberle?” Tallah ran her fingers through her soft, white hair. “Well, I don’t know any better way to get the answers you’re looking for. If the FörsterKollegium let’s you pursue your quest, all the luck in the world to you.”
Nanda hugged her. “Breakfast is ready.”
Just before they entered the kitchen together, they both heard Aberle exclaim, “Whoa!” A frightened squeal followed. Theron entered just in time to see a brown rat tail disappear inside a large hole in the wall. Theron looked at Aberle and raised an eyebrow.
Guilty, the Förster placed the bowl, from which he had released the rat, on the table. “Sorry,” he apologized. “All I saw was an overturned bowl. I could’ve sworn that your Tatsche didn’t want me to pick it up, but I didn’t pay much attention.”
Nanda looked at Kippte. His pet looked back at him with an attitude of reproach and a glance that got his message by clearly. “You should’ve let me finish it when I had the chance.” Theron laughed. |
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Aug. 10, 2007 How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
I want to expound on this for a moment and analyze it. (1. because I haven't much else to say. :) 2. cause it's a well-known phrase that's almost meaningless.)
First off, 'how much wood-' How much here meaning "HOW MUCH?" We know what that means. Wood. Wood is a tree, comes from a tree, and is supplied to humans by trees. Simply. Wood is, "the hard, fibrous substance composing most of the stem and branches of a tree or shrub, and lying beneath the bark. The xylem." Ok, next.
A woodchuck. What's that? A stocky, North American, burrowing rodent that hibernates in the winter. K. What does it do? What's its purpose? More commonly known as a groundhog, some people think that their only purpose is to tell us when winter's over, which may be true. Covered with thick, coarse, brownish hair and native to North America... that's about all that anyone cares to know about it. Its purpose seems just to live and survive- and to have little kids and mothers look at it in the zoo.
Chuck. Another word that isn't used much around me. Contrary to what I previously believed, chuck doesn't mean to eat. I thought this whole silly thing was about a woodchuck eating (or "chucking down") wood. Wrongo! Chuck means to toss or throw with a quick motion, usually a short distance. Hmm. So technically here, a woodchuck could chuck wood if he had a mind to. Interesting.
Since we've already gone over the other words, we'll skip to the end. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? I suppose that he would chuck as much as he liked in the circumstance being that he wanted to chuck wood at all. (Pardon my dizzying intellect.) The final outcome of this survey of wacky stuff is that: WOODCHUCKS CAN CHUCK WOOD! Learn something new every day. :)
Before I go, I was told to mention 3 people that inspire me.
1. Chris. You always have something new and (usually) exciting and/ or inspiring posted on your blog. You never seem to be out of new ideas, and your charm is catching.
2. writing4ever. Your story is coming along beautifully. When edited and perked and spiced like you want it, I'm sure that people will scream for it. (Just so long as they're screaming for mine louder. Lol! jk) Good luck, chick!
3. Cassydoodle. Your life is bright, you have a cute dog, and you're involved. You rock! You always seem happy and perky, and are always ready to make someone feel better. May God bless you all!
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Aug. 2, 2007 Someone save me. I've been kidnapped!!
And if I haven't been, it sure as heck feels like it. I was kidnapped my my cousin Ronnie. As soon as I was finished working for little bro's camp, Ronnie decided that he wanted me to come over for a coupla weeks. I like Ronnie, Jamie, Cindy, Aunt Laura, and Uncle Bart fine enough, but 2 weeks? Augh! Love ya, lemme go!
We had fun though. We went to the movies, Cindy and I went to the mall, and I got to play teenage mutant Ninja turtles on their game cube. YESS!!!! I won too. I beat all their sorry butts! Oop, sorry. I'll be nice. (But I'm still better at it than them.) Ronnie whipped the snot out of me when it came to football, baseball, and soccer though. And Jamie's better than me at Tony Hawk. There. Giving credit where credit is due. Oh yeah, and Cindy's reflexes are maxim!
We played slap box one day when we had nothing else to do. Never played that before. It's fun! I'm good at it, if I do say so myself. I met my match when I played Cindy though. OUCH!! Saying she's good would be an understatement. We played 4-way as our grande finale. Ronnie won (surprise surprise. he has bigger and stronger arms than any of us.)
Well, Connor went to camp this Monday. He won't be back till late Saturday. I hope he has fun. *sigh* If he doesn't, I'm sending him back for a year until he does have fun! I deserve for him to have fun after what I did! We won't go into that, however. I gotta go now. Have to give my horsey his run. (Darn! jk) Love you all! Take care.
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