From the notebook....

I lifted my pencil in an attempt to draw,
But scribbles were the only things I saw.
A dark circle where a car should be;
A large square in place of me....

A purple splot on the church steeple,
Several big ants instead of people.
I had the result of a "work of art,"
But, honestly, it came not from my heart.
Copyright-January 30, 2008



I decided to make some applesauce bread yesterday. I pulled it out of the oven. It both looked and smelt yummy. I turned the pan upside down and shook it gently, so that the bread would come out, a nice and neat looking loaf, on the counter. What happened?
The inside fell with plop on the counter, leaving only the shell still in the pan. The shell I had to gently free from the pan with a knife. As you can see it now sits on a plate.
And this is the bread that fell out of the pan with a plop. I think either something went wrong with the bread, or I didn't use enough oil with which to grease the pan.....


Oh, look! What's this?

The writer of Sowers Corner told me in a comment that she thought I had earned this award. I honestly don't see how full I am of integrity, as I hardly write any thing that makes sense. :) I feel quite honored to have this privilege.
I was told to pass this award on to five people, so I thus chose:

1. Laura's Area by Laura She is posting quite regularly and with integrity on her blog.
2. Corantolavolta (I hope I spelled it right) by Kirk and Jo. They are posting great book reviews full of integrity.
3. The Young Thinker (with a blog named like that, I don't have to explain why I chose Kirk).

Unfortunately, that is all I can think of right now.
All of these blogs you can find on my sidebar..... I don't have the patience to type out all the link attachments to those names, so if you truly wish to know what they are like, please scroll down a little bit. It will cost you only a second, and save me an hour. :)



Kirk wanted me to post about all the interesting things I am learning in school, so I decided to start with math. This is the most recent thing I've learned about:

y = mx + b

The constant b is the intercept of the equation. B is the y-coordinate of the lie at the point where the line intercepts the y-axis.

The constant m is the slope of the line. The slope has both a sign and a magnitude.

I wish I could explain more, and have a graph to demonstrate on, but as I don't have the time to do so, may Kirk be content with this. :-)



School, School! School has come again......
All vacation's at an end.


Suspenseful nothings (6)

I now present unto you the unexciting, and very short ending to this story..... The rest of it can be found under the label "stories," and "Suspenseful Nothings."

"And now for home," Sarah said with a smile.
Lucy sighed. The trip back home seemed as though it would be endlessly long, and she was not looking forward to it at all. She also began to wonder what had become of Firgrass. Where had he gone to? If she had known that he was frolicking in one of his father's gardens, smiling at his own cleverness in rescuing Lucy, she would have felt rather upset at him. He seemed to be a horrid help, one that walks off when they've done all that they've wanted to.
"Look!" mother exclaimed suddenly. "There is the large oak tree where Sarah and I were separated!"
"So 'tis!" Sarah laughed. "Home should be just around the corner. Unless, of course, it decides to be dreadfully hateful and separate us once more. I think we ought to hold hands as we pass by it. "
"I don't see that that would do much good," mother replied. "Not if it acts anything like it did last time."
"True," Sarah said. "But it might help. I think we should stay as far away from it as we can, though."
They took hold of each other's hands and, taking the path farthest from the tree, started off in the direction of a now visible house. Lucy suddenly felt a sharp tug on her arm, and in turning to see what it was, lost grasp of Sarah's hand. "Ah!" she screamed, but no one came to help. Indeed, Mother and Sarah had disappeared from all sight, and in their place there was a large pack of hungry wolves, ready to tear her to bits. The oldest of the pack had laid a paw on her shoulder.....

"Lucy, Lucy! It's time for dinner," Sarah said. Lucy awoke with a start. Sarah had her hand on Lucy's shoulder, and she was shaking her gently. Her patch work laid unfinished across her knees, and there were no holes in the floor or sofa. Not a tree was in sight.
"Ho, ho! What a funny dreams I've had," Lucy thought. "I wonder why I was think about trees?" she wondered as she followed her sister into the dining room. A scratching sound at the living room window made her turn. The old pine tree outside the window had been making a queer noise. "Ha! That was it!" she said aloud.
"What was it, Lucy?" Sarah asked, looking at her sister with surprise.
"Oh, nothing," Lucy said with a smile. She joined the rest of the family at the table and began to eat some vegetables.
"These are good vegetables!" Dad was exclaiming.
"Aren't they?" mom replied. "I saw that they were having a sale on 'Jolly Green Giant's' canned goods, and of course, I couldn't resist buying them."
"Yummy! Buy them again, mom!" Sarah said. Lucy choked her vegetables down, not because they tasted horrid, but because it was all she could do to keep from laughing.

The End.


Suspenseful nothings (5)

"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?
Firgrass sped through the woods as fast as he could. The vegetables were surely traveling fast! He could see them coming up to a stream, and hoped they would stop there, but no! They reached the stream and splashed right through it, making a wave so big, it splashed on the ground only 5 yards from where Firgrass now stood, panting, and wondering what to do.
"Hey, you old veggies, calm down!
The girl has been finally been found!" Firgrass yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Come back, come back!
No speed do you lack!
Please, oh, please start to slow!
Pretend that you're in a thick storm of snow!"
He was very glad to see the vegetables slow down, and begin to turn in his direction. He proudly led them back to the two girls, and called them to a halt.
"Okay, now we can take care of Lucy!" Firgrass said. He caught an old radish as it went dancing bay, and crushed it to juice. To this, he added a mixture of squash and creamed corn, and a bit or two of carrot and tomato juice. This he poured down Lucy throat.
"Ugh! Ick! Choke, cough, cough!" was Lucy's reply. "What the heck was that? Ugh!"
"That," Firgrass replied with another proud look, "Is the liquid that has awoken you, and that is all you need to know."
"But there is some thing I want to know," Lucy replied. "Is there any thing that will take away that horrid taste?" She made a face.
"No, not that I know of. Now then, I'll release these vegetables, and scurry home." He turned to go.
"Wait!" Sarah cried out. "What about my mother? What about getting home?"
"Arg!" Firgrass exclaimed. Sarah frowned at him.
"What would the authoress say?"
"She'd say I've done my part and is time to leave now. Goodbye!" Firgrass and his troupe of vegetables hurried off through the woods. Sarah and Lucy watched them till the last cloud of dust they had kicked up disappeared.
"Well, that's that!" Sarah said angrily. "Come, Lucy! We'll have to find mother all by ourselves now."
"Let's just try to not get separated," Lucy agreed.
"Yes," Sarah said. "Do you know the way back to where you started?"
"I do, but I don't see that that will help, as the living room had disappeared completely. Also, these woods are so weird, I think they could move locations very quickly and leave us more lost then before."
"Maybe," Sarah said. Then an idea came to her. "Maybe we can call the vegetables back! We can make them help us!"
"Aren't they too far to hear us, though?"
"Possibly," Sarah said. "But we can still try!" This is what she sang:
"Vegetables, vegetables; Why, oh, why?
Why did you leave us, can you hear us cry?
Come again to help us once more,
Lead us to mother, and our living room door."
Nothing in the woods stirred, not a bird nor a beetle. The two girls sadly turned away, and trudged down the best looking path, in hopes of some how finding mother. Then they heard a dreadful noise. It was the sound of yelling, and as it got closer, they could hear the words more distinctly.
"Hey! Hey, you veggies! Hey!" It was Frigrass' voice, and he sounded more than annoyed.
"Hurrah!" Lucy called at the top of her voice, and the vegetables came running faster then ever, leaving Firgrass far behind. Sarah commanded them, and they followed her. One old cornstalk seemed to know it's way around better than the other vegetables, and thus, Sarah ended up following him. Lucy was in spasms of delight over the vegetables, and an old watermelon tree consented to bearing her on his shoulders. The happy group finally reached a stream, and on the other side of the stream, they met up with the tallest of trees and underneath that tree, they found they're mother standing there . She looked up with great surprise in her eyes, as she saw her daughters and the band of vegetables approaching her.
"Mother! mother! We've found you!" Sarah and Lucy cried, rushing up to give they're mother a hug. (Sarah had wisely halted the vegetables already.)
"And I've been looking every where for you girls!" Their mother was exclaiming. It was at that moment that a very tired looking Firgrass arrived on the scene; his hair hung in his eyes, and his slightly green face was looking more than just slightly green.
"Ugh, Ugh!" He was saying. Lucy and Sarah quickly explained about Firgrass to their mother, and mother simply shook her head at Firgrass' impolite behavior.
"And now to find home," she said.
"Wait, mother!" said Sarah. She walked up to the vegetables.
"What can we do for you?
You who have been ever true;
Could it be that you'd like to talk,
In exchange for that very long walk?"
And the vegetables all seemed to exclaim, "Yes, yes!" Though how Sarah knew they were saying it, she did not know.
"Then please do talk,
and hold conversation,
Yes, yes, talk!"
It wasn't exactly a rhyme, but it did the trick, for soon the air was full of the happy voices of vegetables. Then Sarah told them that they could go free, for their service had been completed, and the happy band scattered here and there, talking about all things imaginable.
"And now for home," Sarah said with a smile.

To be continued later.......