Suspenseful nothings (4)

The fourth part of Suspenseful nothings! (See here1 and here2 and here3)
"But what am I to call you? What is your name?"
"Firgrass," the boy replied. "Now then, forward march!" (this to the vegetables.)
The band of vegetables hurried off in such a way, that it reminded Sarah greatly of seaweed, moving back and forth on the waves of the ocean. It was not too long before she was finding it very hard to keep up with them, as they were moving very fast.
"Firgrass! Tell them all to slow down a moment! I'm getting so dreadfully tired!" Sarah called to him. Her call was unheard, however, whether it was because of the violent swishing sound of the hastily moving vegetables, or that Firgrass was too far ahead to hear her. Thus she felt very hopeless and miserable. She thought to sit down a moment and refresh herself in that way, but, no, that would do no good, for the vegetables would soon leave her far behind, and would Firgrass even notice that she was missing? She thought it not likely, as he didn't even want to be here in the story. She then hastened to catch up with the group, giving out the very last of her strength, and pushing on past the tall corn stocks that were rubbing her face in the most annoying fashion.
"I say, can you talk?" Sarah asked a large tomato plant, as the thought occurred to her quite suddenly. The plant made no answer. Then Sarah remembered how Firgrass had spoken to them. he had used a bunch of rhymes. Maybe she could order them to slow down, if she thought of a clever enough poem to persuade them.
"Plants, plants, corn and potatoes,
Celery, green beans and tomatoes,
Tired and saddened my feet have become,
Slow down, before they are completely numb."
To her great astonishment, the garden of veggies did slow down! But it was not for long, as another voice soon called out,
"Haste, haste!
Go, Go, Go!
At a fast pace,
Don't stop, or slow!"
"Ugh!" Sarah exclaimed, and it was all she could do to keep up with the moving field. "I'm grateful to him for sure, but not if he insists on having my feet walked off!"
They soon came to a thin glade of trees, then a brook, and finally, into a ring of old noble-looking oaks. On a large stone at the base of one of these trees, Lucy had fallen on her face, her hair lay a tangled mess upon her shoulders.
"Lucy! Oh, Lucy!" Sarah exclaimed, and hurried over to her at once. She called her name repeatedly, and talked to her, and lifted her from the stone, but no answer did she receive. Lucy's eyes had a glazed sort of look to them, and her face was as pale as death.
"She isn't dead is she?" Sarah asked Firgrass, with horror.
"Nope." He had paused in front of the stone, looking at them with no expression on his face whatsoever. "You didn't think we brought all these veggies along for nothing did you?"
Sarah looked around. "Where are the vegetables?" Firgrass started suddenly.
"You mean they're not here? Oh, dear! where did they go?"
Sarah saw a dust cloud in the distance that was gradually getting smaller and smaller. "Is that them?" she asked.
"My goodness! Yes!" exclaimed Firgrass with horror. "I forgot to halt them!" He rushed off with a tremendous speed in the direction of the dust cloud, and Sarah could have laughed at him, if hadn't been for the state in which her sister lay.
"Oh, Lucy! Please talk to me! Tell me what is wrong!" Sarah whispered over the pale face. She knew it would do no good, but had Lucy just stirred?

From the notebook.... Hullo!

Hullo, everyone who doth read these mine writings. I take my pen (or keyboard) up again to bring you tidings of great joy and peace to all!

"Hear ye peoples, both far and wide,
A Savior doth in this town abide;
Born in a stable is He,
Though a King He be.

Come let us praise Him now!
Over the sound of the mooing cow,
Come, let us spread the news in great song,
Though we might have to sing, all day long."

And now, for one final thing......
Merry Christmas!
I do sing.

From the notebook....

Outside and all around, you can see,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
It climbs up the trunks of many a tree;
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!

It covers plants, limbs, and stones,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
It covers the hills where dogs bury bones,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!

Don't you ever sit in a window,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
And wish to just watch and watch it go,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!
Copyright/December/19/2007

From the notebook....

Cold and wet, I return,
From the snowy slope...
Sledding, though it's so much fun,
Of warmth there is no hope.

From the notebook....

Winter is almost here!
Now it will be quite cold.....
The birds sing, "winter's near!"
And flee to their homes of old.

Away they fly, into to the south,
Over forests no longer green,
Over the hills, and the river's mouth;
Into crevices hardly seen.

"Goodbye, dear fall, goodbye!
We'll see again in a year."
Do you hear the birds now cry?
Listen, do give them an ear.
Copyright/12/12/2007

Suspenseful nothings (3)

Here is the third part of Suspenseful Nothings! [see also here(1) and here(2)] :-)
The boy thought for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know..." and walked away, leaving a very puzzled Sarah to try and fend for herself.
Needless to say, Sarah felt rather sad at the prospect of help walking away on her. She sat down on a rock, and tried to think through all that had happen since the wood had appeared. Where would Lucy have gone? She would pretend that she was Lucy, and that would hopefully lead her to similar paths that Lucy would have gone on. She arose, and walked stealthily across the floor of the wood, that was almost completely covered with wet leaves. She had not gone far, however, when a voice behind her called her name, and she turned around quickly. There has the Green Giant's son!
"Did you call me?" Sarah asked.
"I did," said the boy. He didn't seem too happy about it either.
"Well, what do you want?" Sarah asked.
"Ugh!" the boy said. "The authoress told me to come and help you."
"Authoress? What are you talking about?" Sarah asked.
"Well, you know; every story has an author, or authoress who writes down all that comes to mind, and make up stories. Some of them really weird, like this one. I mean, I didn't even want to be in this story! That's why I walked away, but the authoress said I was supposed to help you, and I wasn't supposed to back out of a story when I was put there. So anyways, what do you want me to do?" He was starting to look rather annoyed, and no wonder!
"I want you to help me find my sister," Sarah said, and told her story yet again, ending with a deep sigh. "Have you got it all now?"
"I think so," he replied. "So, your three daughters sat in the living room, when a wood walked in, and now your lost."
"No, no, NO!" Sarah said crossly. Again the story was repeated, and then the boy understood. He at once led her down a path and turned into a little hut by the side of the path.
"Wait here, a moment," he told her. He soon came out of the hut with a pile of cans. "Vegetables," he explained, and they started on their way yet again. They walked and walked, till Sarah's legs moved almost mechanically, and even the boy seemed to tire ever so slightly. They came to a sudden stream, which, when crossed, led to a wide open glade simply full of vegetables.
"What are we doing here?" Sarah yelled.
"Hush! You'll see!" the boy said. "You'll frighten them if you talk so loud."
"I don't see any one," Sarah said stubbornly.
"Because there isn't anyone yet. At least, you don't see them," he replied. Sarah was just about to add her own two cents, when the boy began to chant.

"Spinach, peaches, corn!
Now I blow the horn!
People are in need,
Help them, carrots, peas!

A little girl is lost,
Arise, oh, ye, moss!
Awaken oh, ye cabbage!
Pick up all your baggage!"

It sounded like rubbish to Sarah, but to the vegetable garden, it had a great effect. The plants slowly outstretched leafy green vines that formed limbs of a sort. They arose and started following the boy as he turned back towards the woods.
"Wait!" Sarah called. "What will a bunch of plants do for us?"
"You'd be surprised," the boy replied.
"I am surprised. If they can grow arms and legs, what else can they do?" Sarah exclaimed. "But what if I get lost in this forest of vegetables?"
"Then just call me, and I'll halt my army."
"But what am I to call you? What is your name?"
"Firgrass," the boy replied. "Now then, forward march!" (this to the vegetables.)

To be continued later.......

What funny results!

Balderdash word-polls are such fun!
33% of all votes chose "A rare type of barley soup."
16% of all votes chose "A cheesy smile."
16% of all votes chose "The left button on your computer mouse."
33% of all votes chose "A word verification seen while leaving a comment on a blog."

The winner is! "A word verification seen while leaving a comment on a blog."
So, every one who chose this, may you consider yourselves winners! =D
Bye, bye for now!

Suspenseful nothings (2)

Here is the second part of Suspenseful Nothings . :-)

"Lucy! Oh, Lucy!"Sarah called out in alarm. The woods looked dark and foreboding, and, alas, she could see no Lucy.
Meanwhile, Lucy had just walked around a huge oak tree when the danger of the wood came upon her. The danger was something almost indescribable, as it was not any thing at all, at least not a physical thing.... The best way it could be described was as a big dark cloud that formed in a person's mind. As Lucy looked around the wood, she suddenly saw distorted faces in tree trunks, and eyes peering out of every crevice and corner. The tree's branches turned into claws that seemed to stretch out their knobby hands to grab at her. She tried to shut out the sight by closing her eyes, but it did no good! She could still see the foreboding wood, and the terror the trees contained. She finally collapsed on an old rock, and cried very hard.
Sarah ran at top speed, crashing wildly against tree branches and tripping over stones and pebbles, but pushing forward nonetheless. Her hair ribbon fell out, and was lost amongst dead leaves. The hem of her dress was torn into shreds, and she was starting to feeling tired and hungry. Where had Lucy gone? And where was mother? The forest began to dim, for the afternoon sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the horizon. Sarah knew her search for Lucy was almost hopeless, and with that, she flung herself down on a rock and cried most bitterly.
When Sarah awoke (for she was so worn out she had fallen asleep), it was to find herself in the midst of a glittering forest; all the trees were alight with the sun, and every thing was wet and moist, not from dew, but rain. Sarah knew it must be rain, for her hair and clothes were very wet, and the rock she was sleeping on felt slippery. She got up at once, and stretched, walking very slowly around the clump of maple trees, that were huddled together in the most frightful fashion. Her first thought was to eat breakfast, but what was there to eat? In this forest, one could not be certain whether every thing in it was poisonous, or if there was some thing good in it too. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she ran into tree, and fell onto a large growth of very wet moss, for moss acts as a soft carpet does when you spill a glass of water on it; it absorbs all the water it can, and, unless you can clean it up in time, will become most irksome, particularly if you walk over it with wool socks, for then your socks absorb the water too, and make it very uncomfortable walking, not to mention that the socks can then spread water to many other places on the carpet, where the same thing happens all over again. Needless to say, Sarah was soaked through (if she wasn't already) when she arose, and felt greater despair than before.
"I say! Can I help you?" Sarah was confronted with a boy not much older than she. He looked strong and sure o himself, only he was slightly green.
"Do you happen to sell green beans, and other canned goods?" Sarah couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, no!" the boy laughed. "That's my father.... His name is the "Green Giant." He can't seem to figure out why I'm not growing as big as him. He even feeds me Lima beans, and I don't grow an inch! Oh, well, that's not what I came for...... Are you needing help?"
"Um, yes, actually," Sarah stammered. "You see, my sister Lucy is lost in the wood in our Living room, and mother fell off to the side of an oak tree or something, and I don't know what's edible in this whole wide wood!"
"Huh! That's easy! Go find your mother and your sister, and eat Green Giant green beans." he turned to go.
"Um, it's not all that easy for me, you see, I don't know where my mother or sister are and-"
"That's why you need to find them."
"And how am I to find them? And where are you father's delicious green beans?"
The boy thought for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know..." and walked away, leaving a very puzzled Sarah to try and fend for herself.

To be continued later (though nothing happened in this chapter)......

Psalm 28:1-9

To you I will cry, O LORD my Rock:
Do not be silent to me,
Lest, if you are silent to me,
I become like those who go down to the pit.
Hear the voice of my supplications
When I cry to You,
When I lift up my hands toward your holy sanctuary.

Do not take me away with the wicked
And with the workers of iniquity,
Who speak peace to their neighbors,
But evil is in their hearts.
Give them according to their deeds,
And according to the wickedness of their endeavors;
Give them according to the work of their hands;
Render to them what they deserve.
Because they do not regard the works of the LORD,
Nor the operation of His hands,
He shall destroy them
And not build them up.

Blessed be the LORD,
Because He has heard the voice of my supplications!
The LORD is my strength and my shield;
My heart trusted in Him, an dI am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,
And with my song I will praise Him.

The LORD is their strength,
And He is the saving refuge of His appointed.
Save Your people,
And bless Your inheritance;
Shepherd them also,
And bear them up forever.
(Psalm 28:1-9)

From the notebook....

What season is this?
When door-bells start dinging,
And sleigh-bells start jingling;
Oh, what season is this?

What season is this?
With the chicken and roast beef,
Frying slowly on the mantle piece;
Oh, what season is this?

What season is this?
When chestnuts are burning,
To a delight black crunching;
Oh, what season is this?

What season is this?
When in the sky is a rainbow,
O're the children playing in snow;
Oh, what season is this?

The answer my friend,
Is a simple one,
"The Christmas season."
And now, this is done.
Copyright- November 2007

John 1:1-27

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There was a man whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to bear witness of the light, that all through him might believe. He was not that Light, but he was sent to bear witness of that Light. That was the true Light which gives life to every man coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own and His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born , not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. John bore witness of Him and cried out, saying,
"This was He of whom I said, 'He who comes after me is preferred before me, for He was before me.' "
And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace. For the law was given through Moses, but grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has seen God at any time. The only begotten Son , who is in the bosom of the Father, He has declared Him. Now this is a testimony of John when the Jews sent priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask him,
"Who are you?"
He confessed and did not deny, but confessed, "I am not the Christ."
And they asked him, "What then? Are you Elijah?"
He said, "I am not."
"Are you the Prophet?"
And he answered, "No."
Then they said to him, " Who are you, that we may give an answer to those who sent us? What do you say about yourself?"
He said, "I am 'the voice of of one crying in the wilderness: "Make straight the way of the LORD," ' as the prophet Isaiah said."
Now those who were sent were from the Pharisees, And they asked him, saying, "Why then do you baptize if you are not the Christ, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?"
John answered them, saying, "I baptize with water, but there stands One among you whom you do not know. It is He who, coming after me, is preferred before me, whose sandal strap I am not worthy to loose."
(John 1:1-27)

To be continued later.....

Psalm 100

Make a joyful shout to the LORD, all you lands!
Serve the LORD with gladness;
Come into His presence with singing.
Know that the LORD, He is God.
It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves,
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him,
And bless His name.
For the LORD is good;
His mercy is everlasting,
And His truth endures for all generations.
(Psalm 100)

From the notebook....

Poor little Thursday, it sits alone,
Friday and Wednesday it is squashed between;
It talks to no one, but holds to it's own;
Therefore, please do not think it mean!

Poor little Thursday, it sits in the corner;
It tends to look oh! so sad!
But lest you think it is a mourner,
Let me inform you, it isn't that bad.
Copyright- November 2007

A Wednesday Weather Report

Here is your weekly weather report coming straight from New York! We have four days predicted so far. Today, as you can see on the picture at the farthest left, it is supposed to be Partly sunny, 53.1 degrees Fahrenheit. Unfortunately, this is not so. The picture closest to the right shows how the weather really is; almost no sunshine can be seen.
"The sun is shining through the clouds in such a way as to make it look a very dull gray! Temperature is indeed 53.1 degrees." Weather Reporter Dickson says. "The wind speeds are rather high at 18 miles per hour. We have found that the wind is coming in from the south."
There is the possibility of increasing cloudiness later in the afternoon. Temperatures probably ranging between 44 and 60 degrees Fahrenheit; winds from the south, 8 miles per hour.

Thursday: Colder, with the possibility of a little morning rain; 48 degrees F.; Winds from the north-west, 13 miles per hour.

Friday: Mostly cloudy , windy and cold; 42 degrees F; winds from the west, north-west, 16 miles per hour.

Saturday: Mostly cloudy and cold, 39 degrees F.; Winds from the south, south-west, 9 miles per hour.

Get ready for some pretty dreary days, including cool, cold, cloudy, gray, and dismal drizzles. This is your Wednesday Weekly Weather Report. Thank you for reading!

Silly!

I received a forward in my email yesterday, and thought that it was too funny not to share with others. It was a list of stupid quotes people have uttered. I have included only a few of them.....

"Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very
important part of your life." ~Brooke Shields

"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part
of my body," ~Winston Bennett

"Half this game is ninety percent mental." ~Danny Ozark

"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's
the impurities in our air and water that are doing it." ~Al Gore

"We are ready for an unforeseen event that
may or may not occur." ~Al Gore

"I love California. I practically grew up in Phoenix ." ~Dan Quayle

"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure." ~Bill Clinton

"Traditionally, most of Australia 's imports come
from overseas." ~Keppel Enderbery

"Your food stamps will be stopped effective
March 1992 because we received notice that
you passed away. May God bless you. You may
reapply if there is a change in your circumstances." ~Department of Social Services, Greenville , South Carolina

"If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack
in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their
heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when
they wake up dead, there'll be a record." ~Mark S. Fowler,

Psalm 47:1-9

Oh, clap your hands all you peoples!
Shout to the God with the voice of triumph!
For the LORD Most High is awesome;
He is a great King over all the earth.
He will subdue the peoples under us,
And the nations under our feet.
He will choose our inheritance for us,
The excellence of Jacob whom He loves. (Selah)
God has gone up with a shout,
The LORD with the sound of a trumpet.
Sing praises to God, sing praises!
Sing praises to our King, sing praises!
For God is the King of all the earth;
Sing praises with understanding.
God reigns over the nations;
God sits on His holy throne.
The princes of the people have gathered together,
The people of the God of Abraham.
For the shields of the earth belong to God;
He is greatly exalted.
(Psalm 47:1-9)

Can you guess what this word is?

I was reading in school today about deoxyribonucleic acid. Almost every one knows the abbreviation for it, and I'm sure that people in Biology know what it is right off. But I thought it would be fun to see who knows it off hand......

WORDS: deoxyribonucleic acid
HINTS: 1. It has to do with Biology.
2. Something in your body

Leave a comment if you know what the abbreviation is. :-)

A Wednesday Weather Report

As I am interested in Meteorology, I decided I must write something dedicated to the weather. So, though I'm not able to predict weather in any way, I can tell what the weather in our area is like right now. So, as you can see, off to the side, I have recorded the temperature in Fahrenheit; Mostly cloudy and We had snow flurries just a moment ago. The first snow of the season! (It didn't stick, however.) The weather report says that it should be mostly cloudy, temperatures fluctuating between 40-47 degrees. 27-47 degrees (20 degrees difference). Thursday, Friday and Saturday are supposed to be mostly cloudy, in the 42, 47, and 43 mark. Wind speed? I'm not sure..... I'm not a polished meteorologist. :-)
Scientific point: Three factors that effect weather are
1. thermal (heat) energy,
2. Uneven distribution of heat, and
3. The behavior of water vapor in the atmosphere.

From the notebook.... The Moving Monday

What fun it is to move around,
Furniture that has long sat down,
To move them into corners new
(Including the couch so nice and blue).

Although sweet memories come to mind,
Of the old rocking chair e'er so kind,
That used to sit in the corner, too
(Along with the couch so nice and blue).

Yet ever so often, we need something different,
Something that'll let us have more enjoyment,
And thus we move things to corners new
(Including the couch so nice and blue).
Copyright- November 5, 2007

Suspenseful nothings (1)

Lucy gasped in amazement. The wood was larger than she had ever expected. Her mother had been right in telling her not to go there. And yet, here she was. She could never remember exactly how she got there, but she knew that it was not by her own doing. She had been peacefully sewing a quilt together in her Living room, with mother sitting nearby. When her mother left the room, however, some thing strange happened! It was not an ordinary thing- if it had been there would be no use in telling about it. The curtain in the window puffed out as though a strong wind were blowing it. Lucy's quilt flew out of her hands and floated under the table against the wall. The cat sleeping peacefully on the rug in front of the fire a woke meowing in the most pitiful tones, and disappeared as it ran through a the door leading into the kitchen. Just as Lucy was crawling under the table to retrieve her quilt, a tree seemed to grow out of the floor. Lucy dodged it quickly only to run into another one that appeared on the sofa. Lucy was feeling quite puzzled as she stared at the tree by the mantel piece, as a big pine made it's way up through the floor by the table. Another one pierced the rug as it tried to spread it's branches. Not only were all these trees popping up from nowhere, but they were growing! They were growing taller and taller, and spreading the branches of their crown farther and farther. Lucy tried to escape by running into the kitchen, but a tree branch got in the way. She ran across the room to climb through the window, but she was blocked there too. She sat down on the floor that was gradually feeling moist and rough, and cried very hard. When she finally stopped crying and looked up, it was to find herself in this great wood. Her home and the cozy living room was no where to be seen. When she tried to calm herself down and figure out just what had happened, it occurred to her that this might be the wood her mother had forbidden her from going to. And somehow, as soon as the thought came to her, everything made sense suddenly, though she knew not why.
As she looked around, she saw the greatness of this wood, and that was what had made her gasp. Her first thought was to explore the wood, but fear soon gripped her and she stood a moment, pondering everything in her mind. Why had mother forbidden her from coming here? It must be because of some danger that lurked behind the trees, or even worse, inside the trees. Also, if the wood had grown out of her house, then she expected that her house must be some where nearby. She set out to find her house almost immediately, but just as she walked around a great oak, danger, the danger, struck her all at once, and she vanished from all sight.
Meanwhile, Lucy's sister Sarah found herself caught up in this wood, as well. She had been in the kitchen when mother entered, leaving Lucy alone in the Living room, but do you think that someone would not notice if their living room had suddenly lost it's walls and floors, and completely turned into a wood? And to have their daughter gone, too? Mother knew that Lucy must be found at once, so she and Sarah set out to find her. They had not gone far, however, when a great tree trunk seemed to come from nowhere, and completely separated the two of them, for, no matter how far around it you traveled, you couldn't reach the other side. Sarah, after trying many times, finally started out looking for Lucy. Mother would reach her some how or another, she thought, so she was not worried. But where was Lucy?
"Lucy! Oh, Lucy!"Sarah called out in alarm. the woods looked dark and foreboding, and, alas, she could see no Lucy.

To be continued later....

From the notebook....

A different kind of poetry, a different kind of rhyme, I now present to you; It is different this time:

Nothing is so pretty,
On a Saturday afternoon than
Valiant leaves falling
Ere the wind blows them far.
Memories of past months, and many
Better seasons, these leaves have recorded
Even to the last
Rough summer

Read this poem across, both horizontally and vertically; although there is no rhyme to it, dost thou note some thing else?

Psalm 24:1-10

Psalm 24:1-10

The earth is the Lord's and all it's fullness,
The world and those who dwell therein.
For He has founded it upon the seas,
And established it upon the waters.
Who may ascend into the hill of the Lord?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
He who has a pure heart, who has not lifted up his soul to an idol,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
He shall receive blessing from the Lord,
And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
This is Jacob, the generation of those who seek Him, who seek Your face
(Selah)
Lift up your heads O you gates!
And be lifted up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord strong and mighty,
The Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O you gates!
Lift up your everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts,
He is the King of glory.
(Selah)

October 31st

On this glad and joyous day, almost 500 years ago, Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door of the Catholic church. I wonder if he knew what would be come of that piece of paper.... Thank God for this brave hero in our Church's History!

Happy Reformation
Day!

"Therefore we conclude that a man is justified by faith apart from the deeds of the law."
Romans 3:28

From the notebook....

Bring some green into your day,
Though outside, it may look gray;
Let there be much joy inside,
And happy thoughts, in your mind.
Copyright-October, 2007

A random post.....

I feel that every blog at some time or another has a random post. This blog, therefore, must have one too. I think that a random post starts forming in the blog author's mind as he or she types, and a random post hardly ever is thought out ahead of time. A random post is written when a blog author is in desperate need of ideas and posts, and thus concocts a written thingy of no sense or importance. They normally ramble on about random things, and often repeat themselves. Possibly them use bad grammar, two. Or, they could come up with their own words for funnification, only to make their posts sound so important and biggened. Then their paragraphs start sounding like this one, in that they ramble on and on with repetition. Perhaps their post ( that are indeed random) never get this bad, yet perhaps one does and ends up sounding like this completely with.........
On a different note, I couldn't believe that no one chose pink! Haven't you ever heard of a pink turtle? I mean, come on, didn't you ever read about them in Science books, you know all about their habits of eating food with their feet, and catching shrimp on their tails, which, by the way, are a lovely size, in that they look almost like a beavers. And didn't you ever read about how they lived in North America, and came close to extinction, because the Indians thought they were so flavorful they made "soup of the evening, beautiful soup"?
I have now put a new poll on my blog, in the hopes that you will be able to answer it with more ease than before. Perhaps, just perhaps......

From the notebook....

The girl at the table sat straight and tall,
Her paper and pencil set before her;
But, my, she did run when she heard a call,
And down went the pencil and paper.

The paper fluttered and fell under the table,
Where the cat tore it to bits;
The pencil rolled as far as it was able;
It fell on the floor and there it sits.
Copyright-October 2007

I new that I needed a new post when one of my readers suggested writing about "sausage and pancakes." If I'm such a desperate state that I have to write about food, then I have to post some thing, I'm sure! Thus, I decided to give this poem that I wrote when I was supposed to be doing school yesterday, to the general public. :-)

From the notebook....

When all around you is golden,
Both leaf and grass and fern,
And yet the sky is holdin',
Such clouds so big and gray,
Do you think it will take a turn,
And make a green-looking day?

For in the summer when it is warm,
And every thing is dry,
Does not the sun do harm,
Which is quickly mended,
By rain that falls from the sky?

And does not all the brown,
Give way unto a green?
Therefore, stop your frown,
For though this isn't the same,
It will somehow and some way,
Give way to green, another day.

Fall will pass,
Then Winter too,
And soon the lovely greenish hue,
Of spring, will reign again.
Copyright-2007

Non-Sense

Here is a short story of silliness. I wrote it one afternoon when I was feeling, well, silly! I arranged so that it was an older brother making up a silly story for his little sister, because I think that works best. that way, also, I can blame my silly story on the brother, John, instead of admitting that I wrote it. :-) And here is the result.....


"Tell me a story!" Lucy squealed.
"Alright," John replied. And this is the story he told:

Jack and Susie took a horse to get to the park.
"Great fun, huh?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Susie replied. "Greatest fun ever had!"
"Indeed!" Ruth exclaimed at the back of the horse.
"How did you get here?" Jack asked in surprise.
"Oh, I just grabbed onto the horse's tail," Ruth explained.
"What'd you do that for?" Susie asked.
"Yeah, all our fun is ruined!" Jack cried. The tears poured down his cheeks.
"Don't cry Jacky-boy!" Susie said, and Ruth offered him a tissue. Jack took the tissue and fed it to the horse.
"I feel better already!" Jack declared.
"And I feel worse!" Susie cried. "Seeing horses eat tissues makes me feel sick!"
Jack looked sad. Then he knew what to do. He picked a flower in the grass nearby, and handed it to Susie. Susie handed it to Rick.
"Thanks so much!" Rick cried, and kissed her hand. His hand leaned against a tree, and his light-saber, and shield lay on the grassy river bank. His armor gleamed with shoe polish in the hot sun.
"Let's go to the park now," Ruth said impatiently.
"Okay," Susie agreed. Jack led the two of them down to the park. They enjoyed it a lot. Then they started back for home. Just as they were crossing a stream, a ferocious lobster jumped out from the bushes, and started chasing the horse! It's hideous blue body swayed from side to side, as it started after it's prey. Rick's sharper-than-ever light saber flashed out and through the lobster's belly.
"My hero!" Susie cried. Rick cut the lobster's rattles off and handed them to Ruth.
"My playmate!" said Ruth. Rick cut the lobster's teeth and claws off, and handed them to Jack.
"My buddy!" Jack cried. The happy four-year-olds gazed into each other's eyes, and knew they would always be friends.
"Even though we've known Rick for over 18 years, we have never been such close friends, I'm sure!" Susie said. At last, the ten of them reached the blue house on the hill. It was Ruth and Susie's house. Jack's grandmother lived there, too. They munched on cheese curls and lemonade, when suddenly, Ruth cried,
"Look! General Washington is marching by!"
"We won the Civil War!" Jack hollered.
"Won't President Kennedy be so happy?" Susie said, with delight shining in her eyes.
"You should go to bed, it's 10:00 PM," Jack's grandmother wisely advised. All five children marched upstairs obediently and lay inside their cribs, crying like babies.

"Oh, John!" Lucy said. "Can't you ever tell me nice stories that make sense?"
"Maybe," John replied with a twinkle in his eye. "You see, I've never tried." He took his sister's hand, and they went downstairs for dinner.

And thus it ends.... :-)

Copyright- 2007

From the notebook....

See the leaves so gold and crimson?
Showing the colors of a bright autumn;
Look and see a day so beautiful;
Can you believe it's only just begun?
Copyright-2007

It is looking gray right now..... I think we might have rain. Yet all the leaves and ferns and grasses are showing their colors more vividly then I seem to remember. Look at all the beauty in creation. Is there any other god like our God, so great and awesome?

From the notebook....

The rain falls gently to the ground;
Silently; silently,
It makes almost no sound.

The clouds let the rain fall;
Gently; gently,
On the great trees so tall.
Copyright-2007

A small bit of poetry to start the day....

Post - The First

I'm not sure what to write for my very first post, but I feel that it ought to be some thing big and wonderful. I think, then , that I will write something out of the most wonderful Book of all.

O God, You are my God; early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water. So I have looked for You in the sanctuary, to see Your power and Your glory. Psalm 63:1-2

I hope that I will look back at this post later on and be encouraged by this psalm. Since I am not very experienced in writing blog posts, this will have to do for now. :-)