Friday, September 28, 2007


Once upon a time, in a busy and lonely world, two unacquainted girls were brought into the home of a loving family. At first, things were strange and disconnected, but as time passed, the two girls became like sisters to each other, and to their adopted twin brothers. Along with a loving mother and hard working father, they lived quietly and happily together in a little house in the edge of a wood, beside a camp facility.

Things had been going well, and everyone was cozy, close-knit, and happy, until the day Tragedy struck. One of the twins died. The family was overwhelmed with grief, but they pulled even closer together to each other in the loss of a common love.

Weeks passed, and, as with all things, Time played its healing role. The wounds of sorrow were mostly healed, though scars still visible. The girls loved their other brother dearly, and were concerned for him. He spent much of his time by himself in a secret little room no one else was allowed to enter. He wasn't bitter or angry, just quiet and solitary now.

One day, the girls were chatting in the living room as their mother cooked dinner. Their father was just coming home from work at the camp, and their brother was down in his room. Out of nowhere, it seemed, a huge tree from the woods crashed into their small house, flattening all but the living room.
The girls screamed, and ran to find their mother. They found both parents, crushed under the weight of the limbs. Orphans. Their brother was all they had left! Oh, how they prayed that he was safe as they ran to enter the forbidden room - only to find that cruel nature had claimed him, too. Taken as he worked on the beloved secret project he'd been making for his sisters.

Clinging to each other, sobbing in the living room floor, the girls grieve for their loss, and fear their future as the night falls. Alone.

That's a dream I had the other night.
I was one of the girls. It was freaky.

And that is a post I wrote a few days ago... I just forgot to copy it to blogger!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

No, I haven't lost my brain...

Just my hair!

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Oh, and I got braces, too.
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I like my hair, however, I'm not quite as fond of the braces...
Happy preschool picture post coming soon. :)

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Life As Of Now

At the moment, I have an ache in my head, and chicken pie in the microwave.
Since I've come back from Aunt Cindy's house, life hasn't taken a break. You may have noticed by my lack of posting. That's not to say, of course, that I haven't been online. Just not blogging. I've also neglected my journal, prayer book, and letter writing. I suppose my writing juices just haven't been flowing. They've been cut off.

Anyways, for anyone who was wondering, busy though it is, life is good. Work is good. Cubbies is good. My room is not so good. But I'm not talking about that right now.

At preschool, the little girls love Miss Jessica, but the little boys love me. Exactly as I would have it. I think boys are more fun. Always have. I'll get pics of our preschool classes up someday. It's going really well, though. They all seem to like being there... Though Hayden does run across the room and hide when we do anything in a group. One little girl, Jaxon, calls both me and Jessica "mama." I guess it's just easier than learning to say Jessica and Caitlin.

In Cubbies, the little new boy that's the biggest, and the most trouble, knew his verses perfectly. I was astounded. The teacher said something about God, and David shouted "GOD LOVED US AND SENT HIS SON!!!!" Of course, he was supposed to be sitting still and being quiet. But he knew it. Very well. Good for him!

I could tell you all of the driving mistakes I've made lately... going the wrong direction on 81, getting confused surrounded by one way streets, and others that I'd rather not share. But, hey! I'm still alive, right? And that's what matters.

More news: I will never look the same again after tomorrow afternoon.

Wow. I hadn't thought of it like that yet. lol. But, yes. I'm scheduled to have braces put on tomorrow at 2. So... here goes nothing.

I'm feeling rather like a growed-up lately, what with teaching children, filling out paperwork for myself, driving myself around, and being responsible for my braces payments. All except actually getting/having braces... "What? You're getting braces? Aren't you kinda old for braces?" lol. Better late than never.
Oh, and I finally went to the "college and career" Sunday School class. I'm totally out of the youth group now. I liked the class, and think I'll enjoy it, but it's strange to be a "younger one" again. Just like it was strange to be one of the oldest in the youth group. I think being the youngest makes me feel a little more insecure. I'm a little used to being the oldest. Not that I particularly love it all the time. And I still like to go hang out in the hallway with my youth group friends. It's lovely when people say, "Did you have fun away from us? We missed you!"

Tomorrow we're going to hear Ravi Zacharias. I'm really looking forward to it. I've heard that he's awesome, and pretty much everyone I know that's going is excited, but I've never heard him before. So, yeah. Like I said, I'm really looking forward to it.

Another good thing lately is that I've made a new friend! Hoorah! Thank you to Sarah for introducing me to Rachel. But most of you don't know who Rachel is, so that doesn't mean a whole lot to you... Oh well. She's sweet.

Well, I think I've rambled long enough. I hope this wasn't too burdensome for you all, and I hope you haven't given me up for dead yet.

I'll try not to be so obscure in the future.
Love y'all, and have a beautiful day.