I will Never Understand

So, I heard Nicholas singing in the utility room...
"All the children say, although made of hay, that he came to life that day!"

...
I kept eating.
He came into the room, and said "hey, guess what, Caitlin?"
"What?"
"(singing) All the children say, although made of hay, that he came to life that day!"
**blank stare from Caitlin**
"...It's like... Frosty the Snowman, only... hay."
"Right."

...
He walks into another room.
"Hey, listen you guys! - *sings weird little song yet again*"
He's met with silence.
Abby stops what she's doing to ponder this little ditty a moment.
"All the children say.... huh?"
"(pronounced clearly and slowly) All the children say, although made of hay, that he came to life that day. "
"Ohh..."
more silence.
"Hey, Abby, guess who that song is about?"
"...um... Frosty the Strawman?"
"Nope! Earl the Scarecrow!"

Note the Fourth

So. What else was I going to write about?

The Hammonds' party.
Well, the Important People wouldn't let them have a permit for the bonfire thanks to the drought.
BUT.
The Larios brothers held a little concert for us and it was AWESOME.

Aaaand.... I'm apparently pretty much no good at a party without my people. (AKA Janie Little and the Fontenot girls.) Unless Julie decides to hang out with me. Which was totally cool. They hayride was cool, too. And I did talk to some people. Yay me! And saw our Belle, and took some video footage of her, which Daddy has watched OVER AND OVER, in his longing to bring her home. lol)

By the way, the spell check is telling me that "Fontenot" should be "Nontenured."
Right.

Anyways. What else? I didn't play volleyball, since my people weren't there. But a great big tall shadow walked up behind me and asked if I was who I thought he was. HA! I should have said no. But, anyways. It was Michael Warrak, and it was way cool to see him again.

And we drove all the way there and back with no problems.

**goes off to find post-it note that says what else to write about**

Ah, yes. I've gotten out of order.
Operation Christmas Child.
Pre-sorting boxes for hours was actually fun! I could have kept going.
And now I know that when I pack shoeboxes the coloring books and other paper stuff should be on top so they're easier for the workers to sort. :)
Pictures:

Derek, Mark, and myself trying to find money.

Laura and Tiffany pause their work rubber banding, labeling, and stacking, to have a picture taken.

Nick hard at work

It's hard to catch him with a real smile, so this is a rare shot. I think he has a gorgeous smile. :)

I tried to take a picture of Mark and Derek.
Didn't work.

There. It worked that time.

Afterwards, we went to ChickFilA. I really wanted a milkshake. I knew I couldn't drink the whole thing. But I didn't want to split it with anybody. Yes, I'm selfish. Yes, I bought it. Yes, I felt sick after only drinking 1/3 of it.
That's just me.

And I'll wait and torture you guys with random preschool news and my little rant about how it's already December, and almost 2008 some other time.

So. I'll see y'all later!
Me

Note the Third

Other things I'm supposed to tell you about:

• Belle
• Operation Christmas Child
• Random Preschool Stuffs
• and Amazement at December

But first!
I interrupt your regularly scheduled program to announce:
*clears throat*

I MADE A SALE!!!
Y'all, I'm so psyched. I actually sold a hat! This one. And I have 22 dollars in my PayPal account now. How sweet is that?! I'm very excited. It's cool. lol.

Anyways.
Yes.
Belle.
Belle is our puppy.
Actually, Daddy's puppy.
But we haven't got her yet.
We'll get her Monday, I think. From Leah Hammond.
She's a cutie. And she likes to bark. Daddy's always wanted a Dachsund. And she'll help keep his spirits up and stuff since he's sick. Pictures, anyone?










She's a cutie, eh? She likes to bark. I have a video, but it would take too long to upload, so you'll have to miss it.


Coming next: Operation Christmas Child and The Hammonds' Non-Bonfire Party

Note The Second

So.
The first thing on my list to tell you about was NaNoWriMo.
National Novel Writing Month.
That was last month.
My total word count on day 4 was 2,800.
My total word count on day 30 was 2,800.

You see, I sorta gave up.
Well, actually, I very truly gave up absolutely and positively.
lol

This is what happened:
I was writing along about how my characters had a nice picnic at the park (oh, how sunshiney and boring), and then mentally conked myself on the head. "Agh! This is supposed to be deep, and kinda darkish, like Dickens! I've read enough Dickens - why can't I write like that?!" And then I was sick of writing about their happy day at the park.
So, since I knew one of the brothers had to die, I decided to go ahead and kill him. Since the goal was 50,000 words, and editing would come later, it didn't really matter what order they in, right? Anyways. I killed him. He slipped on a rock, and ... yeah. So, I wrote about that, and how one sister ran for help, and the other sister nearly passed out... and at some point, I ran out of words again, and just sat there.
Nothing came.
Nothing came.
Nothing came.
Birthday cake!
This scene with the mom standing in the kitchen, asking one of the girls what kind of birthday cake she wanted. She wanted strawberry.
And since the stupid scene wouldn't go away, I said "oh, whatever! I'll write it."
I got to the part about strawberry cake, and said "AUGH!! BIRTHDAY CAKE!? This is supposed to be about suffering, and sadness, and hope glimmering through the Dickens-esque darkness and clouds, and I'm writing about picnics and birthday cakes?!!!"
And I slammed the book shut and never opened it again.
As a matter of fact, I believe I put it in a drawer a few days later.

And that, my friends, is the story of my story.

You know, people say write what you know; write from experience.
Other people say write whatever you want; making things up is half the fun.

Ah well.
Maybe I'll try again next year. Or persuade myself to piddle around with the story again sometime.
In case you're not familiar with the theme of my story, I decided to attempt a novel based on a very strange dream I had. You can read about it here:
http://www.xanga.com/RainboGirl/618220490/alone.html

Stay tuned for whatever I decide to blog about next!

The First

This is the first installment of a small series of updates.
That is, if I can manage to not randomly spew everything out all at once in a non-understandable jumble.

**deep breath**
Okay.
I can do this. So much I haven't told everyone about!
(don't worry, nothing super big)
Where do I start?

Important stuff first.
For those of you who were wondering, Daddy's not doing better.
But we're all learning and enjoying being together.
It's sweet to trust in God, knowing that whatever happens, the ultimate Father loves you and will never leave you unprovided for. He has proven Himself time and time again.
In January, Daddy is going to the specialist again to see if he's had any improvement.

Thanksgiving was good. We had dinner at our grandparents' house, and sat around watching movies. Uneventful, but good! And we were all very thankful.

I'm losing my train of thought here, so in no specific order, I will try to recall what I'm supposed to write about:

the word write just made me think of NaNoWriMo. I suppose I should tell you all what happened with that.

• NaNoWriMo


• Belle


• Operation Christmas Child


• Random Preschool News


• The Hammonds' Non-Bonfire Party


• Some Ramble about How it's Already December

... I feel like I'm missing something semi-important, but I don't know what it could be.
Ah well.
I think I'm going to eat my cheeseburger now.
Stay tuned!
Me

If it's okay to covet prayers...

I'm feeling very covetous.

Some of you may or may not have known that my Daddy's in the hospital with heart problems. Here's the latest update my mom sent her friends:

Well, I know for a few of you this is the first e-mail you will have received, so please forgive me for jumping right in.
As of yesterday, Mark had a heart catheterization done and the cardiologist only told him that there were no blockages, and that the heart muscle was very weakened. This morning, Saturday, another dr. from the practice came in to see us and he was more specific. (He was the doctor that treated Mark's dad just 1 1/2 weeks ago. Believe it or not, Mark is in the same room his dad was in. ~smile~ )

We are facing an unknown, which is customary for serious illness. I asked the dr. point blank about Mark's percentage of heart pumping capacity. 50% is the low end of normal, Mark's dad's heart is working at 27-33% function, and Mark is only at 10% heart function. He is basically in congestive heart failure. He is being treated with IV meds for 48 hrs then we will take it from there.

It appears that there are three types of outcomes:
1. If the heart failure is due to an infection of the heart muscle (myocarditis) the heart may improve on its own, though that appears unlikely considering the use of the IV drugs right now. The medications should help with the heart arrythmias until his heart function increases.
2. There is a wait and see approach because there is not another way of determining whether the heart will improve. Mark will be on medications to improve heart function and be monitored. At either 3, 6, or 9 months from now it will be determined if he needs a defibrillator. The poor heart function makes the possiblity of a heart attack very likely.
3. Worst case scenario: If there is no improvement Mark will be a candidate for a heart transplant.

So for now, it is wait and see, and hope in the meantime that his condition doesn't worsen. I know we will be at the hospital until Monday. If there is a change in his condition I will get word out to you. We are thnkful for friends

We covet your prayers. Pray for Me and Mark to rest in God's love and perfect plan, for us to grow closer to Christ, and for our family to witness God's grace and sufficiency,and that we would all be a testimony to those who may not know Him.
love,
Carrie

So. Now you know. It's scary floating around between the possibility that he'll be well on his way to recovery in a few days, or the possibility of something as serious as a heart attack or transplant. And sometimes it's hard to help but think there's always that possibility that something could go very wrong.

As much as my dad and family need prayer right now, I'm also asking that you pray for me. Earlier this year when my family was at the point of falling apart, I was totally okay. God had given me this amazing peace, and I wasn't scared of anything. I felt in my soul that everything really would be okay, because God was with me.

Y'all, there is such a difference in knowing something to be true in your mind, and feeling it within yourself.

I'm definitely not as close to God as I was then, and I can't figure out where I'm going wrong. But when I pray, it's more like "maybe if I repeat it loud enough, God, you can hear me up there!" instead of whispering softly because I know he's right beside me. And I don't want to feel this way, but something has happened to the fellowship, and I'm having a hard time coming back, because I'm having trouble seeing where I'm going wrong!!

So, just please, please, be in prayer for my family, and especially my Daddy. I really do know God is with us, and that "all things work together for good" and all of that stuff. I know it, but it doesn't help as much when you can't feel it in your spirit.

I love you guys. I really am blessed with the awesomest friends. **hugs**
Thank you so much for being there.
♥
Princess Caitlin

Potrait of an Autumn Afternoon

There's nothing quite like an autumn day in the country...

Hay bales don't look so mountainous as they used to, now that you're a big kid. You stand there for a moment, surveying the biggest bale, contemplating the best way to mount it. Running jump? Frantic scramble? Maybe you should hop on from a smaller one? No matter. It's fun however you decide. You hoist yourself up; the bale wobbles a little, but you're not scared. You've had a lot of experience. As a matter of fact, you settle down with a little extra wiggle and bounce, just because you like the feeling of knowing you won't fall.

From up here, you can see the whole field. It's almost like being in the middle of nowhere... too bad you can still see the house. But it's okay. You turn your gaze from the field to the trees behind you at the sound of a ripe persimmon hitting the ground. Looking up, you see the contrast of skeletal branches, still holding their plump, orange fruit, against the clear, blue sky. You hug yourself as the breeze whispers a little more loudly than usual, telling a few more persimmons to let go. Maybe you should hop down and try one? You've never been really fond of their strange, orangey gooeyness, but how can you help not tasting something that looks so pretty? You decide not to. It would be too inconvenient... you're awf'ly comfortable.

Yawning, you lie down on the warm hay. Warm hay smells so nice. It prickles a little, but somehow it's a comforting, friendly type of prickle. Sunshine pours over you, warming your face, and soaking into your jeans. Eyes closed, you sigh contentedly, thinking of nothing, but perfectly happy in the moment.

Until some little six-legged bugger decides you're offensive.

Happy Weekends

Does anyone remember when I used to complain about not having a life? No longer.Don't know how it happened, but life has definitely picked up. Lots of stuff's been going on lately! Yay!

Okay, so how cool is it that I have gotten to see Calvary people 3 weekends in a row?! Awesome!! They're so great. You heard about us going to Janie's, and then last weekend we went to Calvary for a seminar thing, and today we came home from spending the night at the Davises' house. They had a party. **cough**redneck party**cough** (I'm laughing in my head.) It was awesome fun.

You know what else is great? Driving down the interstate at 11 in the morning, with the warm sun shining, the cool fall air rushing in the windows, and Pirates of the Carribean music turned up really loud. I didn't want to go home, but I have to say, the ride was great. And I thought I was going to die when we went past Six Flags. Augh. The Goliath was rolling. It made me feel happy and sad inside at the same time. lol

We got a little mixed up on the way there. It wasn't our fault that the roads had more than one name! "Um... I don't think there's a Brown Rd here, and we've already wasted like 2 miles looking for it. You should call." "I don't WANT to call! It's gotta be here somewhere. Just turn around again." "If it was there, I would've seen it. Maybe it has a different name. Please call." "Dear Lord, please help us find the right road, without me having to call Grayson again." I made her call again. lol. And it wasn't Brown Rd. It was Senator Rd. Crazy roads. But we made it, all in once peice. Yay! We had hot dogs, and played volleyball, and just sat around and talked about stuff like Star Wars and guitars... and we didn't talk about people. heehee... And we had some fireworks... and some insane people doing insane stuff... So... Anyways, it was great.

I don't think there's really a point to this post - I'm just super happy.
AND
When I got home, my 50 dollar check was in the mail! WOO!! YAY!!

And I'm hungry. I'm gonna go have lunch now.
Love to all my Nice Peoples friends.
Have a beautiful day.

:)Princess Caitlin

P.S. I forgot to tell everyone how Sarah spewed water all over me when we were at Janie's house. I forgot how it happened now. Hmph. But she did, and it was funny. And yesterday, I accidentally splashed her with my water bottle.

NaNoWriMo

That's right, folks.
National Novel Writing Month.

And guess who's decided to participate?
Yours Truly!

Any novel ideas, anyone? I have what I think is a good one, but I'll tell you in the next post. I'm still keeping my eye out for storylines and such.

So. I doubt my capabilities, especially in writing 50,000 words in one month, but if you dear people would grill me, interrogate me, and otherwise pester me to death, asking how it's coming along and such, then I will probably make some progress. Hopefully, anyhow.

It should be very satisfying to write a novel!

Goodbye!

Randomness Because I Feel Like Posting

**disclaimer: I strive for God, His will, and His good pleasure to always take first place in every aspect of my life. The answers given to these questions reflect my personal wishes and preferences, which will be (and have been) forfeited for the carrying out of The Master's plan as He wills.**

Where do you want to be in 5 years?
Hm... I shall be 23. I should like to be married, and have a nice little home, and to have accomplished something "big"... like maybe publishing a book? Or learning a foreign language? But, anyways. Married. lol

How do you handle a rainy day?
Read a book, sip some tea... cozy things like that.
Or lie around and watch TV and wish for some sunshine... it depends.

What is the truest thing that you know?
God is who He says, His Word is true, and a deep relationship with Him is vital for a meaningful and joyful life.

What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?
um... Maybe my costochondritis... felt like being stabbed with a knife. yay.

Who have you hugged today?
Would you like a list, or the most recent person? A list would be more funner.

Who has done something today to show they care about you?
Mrs. Lunsford was really sweet. She told me that if I ever wanted to come to Calvary without driving all the way, I could go to her house and ride with them.

If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be?
1. Play the guitar
2. Learn French and Spanish (I guess that was cheating)
3. Get a car. (or that truck I told y'all about)

Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel?
How they make me feel.

What 5 things do you want to do before you die?
1. Learn another language
2. Travel lots
3. Have my own family
4. Be an author
5. LIVE!


What book are you currently reading?
Nothing, actually... Weird, I know.

Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday?
Uh, no. But there are a lot of movies that I could watch pretty frequently. The Lion King, for instance.

List five random things about yourself.
1. I love my socks.
2. I like to say "mefinks" and "probly" and "dreffly" and other shortened versions of stuffs.
3. I don't really like my braces.
4. I like mustard. It's my favorite condiment.
5. I purposely use bad grammar. It's more funner.

Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?
Not that I'm aware of.

What is your idea of paradise?
Besides for heaven?
I'm not sure...

What one thing have you done that most people haven't?
Apparently, most people haven't danced with a broom... I have.

What is the kindest thing you have ever done?
Um... I don't know. (Great, now I feel bad...)

Are you a patient person?
Not really, but I'm working on it.

Where is the most fun place you have EVER been?
The most fun place... the WILDS summer camp. But it would have been so much more fun if my friends had been there.

What is under your bed right now?
That is a very good question... I think boxes of letters, and ... I'm not sure. But I know have 2 or 3 shoeboxes of letters.

Would you consider yourself to be romantic?
Yes. But not hopelessly so.

What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it?
See my friends! I shelled out 20 dollars for this weekend. And I need new shoes. lol.

Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television?
TV.

List five people you love. (No particular order)
Laura
Sarah
Katey
Anne
Janie

I don't think that's fair!

Have you ever lost someone close to you?
No.

Have you ever won a contest or competition?
Um... yes? lol - best Sr High soloist at a camp one year.

Is there anything really interesting in your family history?
Nothing. **yawn** I wish there were.

Is there anyone you trust completely?
Yes.

Your favorite place in the world?
Wherever the people I love are.

What could a member of the opposite sex do to impress you?
Play a mean guitar. Or sing really well. Or BOTH! (I'm actually more impressed by gentlemanliness, though. A friend of mine held the door open for me and my sister today as we walked around church, and I was impressed.)

Do you ever have moments where you feel like everything is all right in the world?
Yes. I call those my "I just want to hug the whole world and everyone in it" moments.

Favorite verse(s):
You know, I'm not very good with favorites.

Person you admire?
Paul the apostle.

When you see a stranger on the street does your first reaction lean towards thinking of this person as a potential friend or as a potential threat?
I'm really not sure. When I see a stranger on the street, I simply think "Oh look! A stranger on the street!"

Vanilla or Chocolate?
vanilla, in most instances. Well... at least for coffee beverages. I like chocolate pudding and chocolate cake better.

Is it natural for human beings to fear and distrust each other, or is it cultural?
I would say natural... Not like I go around distrusting everyone for no reason...

You have to choose. Would you be happier marrying someone rich for their money or living in the streets and subway tunnels with someone you love?
I love how it says "you have to choose." Who's going to make me? but I will choose anyways. (don't hold me to this, y'all.)
I will say marrying someone rich for their money. And I say this because if you marry someone poor and live in subway tunnels, it's bound to stretch you, cause stress and tension, and damage your relationship. If you marry someone rich, even if you're not in love, you can learn to love a person. Especially if conditions are favorable, I would assume.


What do you feel unworthy of?
Everything I have been blessed with. I deserve nothing, and have so much more than I could ever say thank you for.

What makes you want to be someones friend?
that's a good question. I'm not really sure. But genuinness is a key.

Is fifty dollars a lot of money?
Yep. Most of the time.

Least favorite chore?
Washing dishes. Then peeling potatoes.

When are you planning to move to a new home?
In 3.5 years, 7 hours, and 9.6 minutes.
**shrugs** Whenever I get married, I suppose.

What instrument would you like to be famous for playing?
Guitar.

Which is more romantic: an expensive, glittering bouquet OR flowers that were hand picked as they grew beside the parkway?
It depends on what kind of flowers they are.

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So, there you have it.
Feel free to copy it and do it yourself. I love reading these.

Peanut Butter and Jelly

(riding home from Calvary)
Me: "You know, I don't really understand it, but I just have SO much fun being with Sarah! It's awesome. We just have a nice time together, and I'm not sure why it's so great to be with her... it just IS! hm?"
Laura: "I know why."
me: "oh?"
Laura: "Yeah. You're like peanut butter and jelly. They taste so good together, but nobody really knows why. It's just cuz God made them that way - they taste yummy and just go so well together. That's how it is."

I guess Janie is the milk.

It was so great to be with friends this weekend!
Laura, Sarah, Janie, Bekka and I had suuuch a great time. We watched North and South. (What a nice nose! :^) ( 'O')
We talked about a certain name, and how the people who own it generally have a common characteristic. We laughed for no reason... And sometimes we laughed with a reason. (Like the "love scene" in Janie's play...)

And visiting Calvary today was great!
Hi to all you sweet Calvary people! It was so good to see you guys!
Wonderful, actually. ♥And I'm very sorry if you're a Calvary person and I didn't get to talk to you!

On the way home, we accidentally turned off 75 onto 285, but it wasn't a big deal, cuz I knew to just get right back on 75. lol. I can't believe we drove to Acworth friday, and then home from Smyrna today. Wow. And we're alive and well, and everything! And I didn't even whine and be crazy sad when it was time to go. I just smiled and said bye. :-)

Anyways, it's been a LOVELY weekend. Really.
Have a lovely Sunday evening.
I'm happy. ^.^

Soooo Sleepy!

So. My Daddy's ok.
They ran another test to determine if the problem is his gallbladder or intestines. It's looking like his gallbladder, but they want to be sure. If that's what the problem is, hopefully the surgeon will go ahead and operate so's he can come home sooner. If that's not what it is... well, we won't think about that. Intestines are a little more complicated. But they're pretty sure about the gallbladder. And I have never typed gallbladder so many times in my life before. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've even typed it before tonight.

Also, my parents aren't sure why they did the heart sonogram, but the cardiologist hasn't gotten back with them, so his heart must be ok. :-) which is great.

Maybe you've noticed I'm a little wordy for almost 1 AM.
Ugh. It's because I had a large coffee from McDonalds. Now I will tell you how and why:

I got home from church, and decided to call and tell my mommy that we made it safely. Then she told me that Daddy wanted his breathing machine, and Daddy wanted me to bring it. And I really didn't want to. But I did. And I also took a pillow and earplugs for my mommy, who decided to spend the night at the hospital. So, Laura and I left the children with orders to go to bed ASAP (which, they did. I'm so proud of them), and off we went, into the dark and the rain, to the hospital an hour away. But I was getting sleepy, so we stopped at McDonalds, where all of the employees were just sitting around talking.
Nice Employee Man Who Was Leaving Soon: "Good evening! Can we help ya?"
"yes, actually. Y'all got any coffee?"
NEM"I dunno, but if we don't we can brew some - unless you want iced coffee... that doesn't gotta be brewed. But we'll brew ya some!"
"Oh, that would be lovely"
They laughed.
On- duty employee: "Can I take yo' order, ma'am?"
"Yes, please. I need a small coffee and medium fry."
-off-duty employee woman: "How old are you, anyways?" She made a funny face at me.
"Eighteen." I smiled.
"Wha-?! You look fourteen!"
... I just smiled.
"Huh. You look real young. When I was 18, I looked 21! I got in to anyplace I wanted."
NEM: "I don't even want to hear them stories."

lol

The Nice Employee Man and strange woman who were off, left. Everyone else forgot about me. Finally, some woman said "Hey! Did anyone check that lady's coffee?!" And then they gave me a large since I had to wait so long.

I drank most of it at the hospital. It was weird seeing Daddy all drugged up and mostly incoherent. 0_o But I'm super glad he's ok.

Anyways. Now I'm home, and it's almost 1, and I still have lots of caffiene in me... I hope going to sleep isn't too hard.

But now you know the whole story about me getting coffee, and you know how Daddy's doing.

Driving around at midnight was a first...

Anyways. I'm done rambling now. **yawn** And I still have work tomorrow! Augh!

Thanks so much for y'all's prayers. Love you!!
Princess Caitlin

In Love...

Riding home from work, I saw him.
He was standing there, idly, just watching the cars go by.
My mother saw him first, actually. I was too busy rambling about the day to notice anything noticeable.
"Caitlin! Did you see?!" She pointed.
"Wha- OOOhh!!"
My heart skipped a beat.
We drove out of sight...
"Ooooh," I sighed something about love.
"Would you like for me to turn around?"
I grinned.
We turned around; I got out and got his number.
And some pictures.




Pictures do him little justice.
If only, if only...

Promo

So. I set up a little shop online to sell my wares.
If you would like to take a look, all you have to do is click these words.
If you wouldn't like to take a look, then sit tight, because I'm forcing you to!
**evil, but cute laughter**

First, we have my newest listing:

A slouchy beret-type hat. I think it's way cute.

Maybe I'll do a little promo for Avon, too...
I'm wearing my new makeup. It's awesome. Love the lipstick.


Next, we have my personal favorite listing:

Woo hoo! Pink Heather Cap! Yay!

But that's not all! This bracelet's pretty sweet, too!


Anyways. That's all I'll make you endure for now.
Just thought I'd do a little self-promotion.
And just a little for a friend.

so... Preschool's going well... And... I just bought some cute boots...and makeup...
And I haven't sold anything yet, so I didn't buy anything else.
lol

Later!

Alone

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.

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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!

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

Just my hair!



Oh, and I got braces, too.


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

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. Caitlin

May as well, right?

I'm not sure why I decided to put my blogger account into use... I like the template, and it couldn't hurt to have another blog floating around on the internet.
:D
I'll come back some time when I have something to say. In the meantime, have a nice day!