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!"
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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:
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.
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
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Note the Third
Other things I'm supposed to tell you about:
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
- Belle
- Operation Christmas Child
- Random Preschool Stuffs
- and Amazement at December
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
Monday, December 3, 2007
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 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/Rainb
Stay tuned for whatever I decide to blog about next!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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.
... 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
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
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