Most of the people in our home have been sick lately. I've had headaches, a cough, and a really sore throat, so I haven't posted lately. Well I can't really post now so I just thought I'd tell you.
Oh, one more thing. Last month, Angel (5) was trying to type the sentence "The house will look forward to meeting the dragon", but it came out like this:
haos wil lok fowd to metin jragin
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Peacock
I wrote this poem when I was 11. It's called "The Peacock". I originally called it "Percy Peacock", but the name Percy has absolutely nothing to do with the poem. Anyways, here it is:
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There once was a peacock, filled with pride and an air
Of self-consciousness, strutting about everywhere.
He met a meager chicken as it built its nest;
He mocked and scorned its ugliness, compared to his colourful vest.
"Why you," cried the peacock, "You have no dainty feathers,
Your ugly white down, all dirty and rough, was beaten up by the weather.
But look at me, how handsome am I, compared to you little turd
Now what do you have to say for yourself, you sorry excuse of a bird?"
"Well," replied the chicken,"I may not be handsome, but yea
For my master the farmer, I lay a precious white egg every day."
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This is the second time I've posted more than once in one day.
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There once was a peacock, filled with pride and an air
Of self-consciousness, strutting about everywhere.
He met a meager chicken as it built its nest;
He mocked and scorned its ugliness, compared to his colourful vest.
"Why you," cried the peacock, "You have no dainty feathers,
Your ugly white down, all dirty and rough, was beaten up by the weather.
But look at me, how handsome am I, compared to you little turd
Now what do you have to say for yourself, you sorry excuse of a bird?"
"Well," replied the chicken,"I may not be handsome, but yea
For my master the farmer, I lay a precious white egg every day."
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This is the second time I've posted more than once in one day.
Happy 31st Anniversary Mom & Dad!!!!!!!
Happy 31st anniversary, Mom and Dad! Wow, that's over three decades together! I just wanted to say congratulations and I hope you have a very enjoyable evening. Love you!
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Strange Case of Mr. Damnation and the Missing Blue Ring
Sorry I haven't posted lately......we had our feast & we weren't allowed on the internet. Anyways, here's another story. I wrote it when I just turned 11, I think. (I made up the bad guy's name when I was 10 or something.....) haha. So anyways here it is:D: (P.S. Nikki, this is just for you!)
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The door slowly creaked open, and a dark figure stealthily crept into the tall tower. It moved silently but swiftly from room to room, until it came upon a large oval door. Quick as a flash, the shadows covered the dark figure as it crept ominously towards a brass pedestal. It brushed it's hand past the dark pedestal, and was out the door. The gate creaked open soon after, as the dark figure's cape flowed past it as it ran silently through the dark streets.
Dr. Jiggle woke up with a start. He had had a frightening dream-frightening to him at least. In his dream his precious blue diamond ring had been-stolen. He put on his robe and dashed through a large oval door. His precious ring was-gone. His dream was true! Dr. Jigle panicked. He was determined to find the thief-whoever it might be.
Mr. Damnation proudly fingered the shining blue diamond ring he wore on his finger. His full name was Hesse Damnation-by the last name you could tell he was French. He smiled wickedly as he thought of how he had gotten it. Dr. Jiggle had long before put him in jail for stealing his friend's watch, as well as some other minor crimes, so he was determined to pay him back.
Dr. Jiggle had by now gotten up again (it was 6:45 in the morning). He took out his notebook and magnifying glass, and set out to find the mysterious culprit.
Hesse also realized that Dr. Jiggle would be searching for his ring, so he decided to hide it. He pulled up some loose floor boards to reveal a small open space under the floor. He wrapped the ring in a layer of indigo cloth, before slipping it inside the cubbyhole. Hesse replaced the floorboards, then walked back to his chair to write some coverlets.
Dr. Jiggle walked through the dawn streets, looking for telltale signs to give him a clue as to the culprit. Suddenly he remembered something: Hesse Damnation! He had stolen things before on several occasions. "Of course!" said Dr. Jiggle gleefully, clapping his hands, like a little boy about to receive a present.
Loud, sharp raps on the door downstairs startled Hesse Damnation. As he peered out the thickly tinted windows, he was shocked beyond measure to see Dr. Jiggle standing at his door! Did he find out? But how? thought Hesse Damnation, frightened. He decided not to open the door. But Dr. Jiggle rapped sharply on the door, so Hesse Damnation reluctantly succumbed. He quickly lifted up the floorboards, lifted up the ring and kissed it, then put it back in place. Hesse Damnation reluctantly went to face the door.
"Hello," mumbled Hesse Damnation. "Give me my ring," demanded Dr. Jiggle. Hesse Damnation flushed, before barking,"I did not steal your ring!" Dr. Jiggle stared into Damnation's steely eyes, and demanded again,"Give me my ring!"
Damnatio, after many no's, finally let Dr. Jiggle in, with much resistance. Dr. Jiggle inspected every room in the house, to no avail. But as he walked through the room where the ring was hidden, he noticed some of the floorboards were rather loose. Suddenly he turned and gazed coldly into Hesse Damnation's eyes. "How dare you lie to me!" he thundered. He planted on his knees and lifted the old floorboards to reveal, half covered by some velvety indigo cloth, was his beloved blue ring!
Hesse Damnation was brought to court, and proved guilty. He was to be thrown into jail for 20 years. As he was ordered into the police car, hands cuffed, Hesse Damnation angrily thought about how he was to be in jail once again-bcause of Dr. Jiggle.
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The door slowly creaked open, and a dark figure stealthily crept into the tall tower. It moved silently but swiftly from room to room, until it came upon a large oval door. Quick as a flash, the shadows covered the dark figure as it crept ominously towards a brass pedestal. It brushed it's hand past the dark pedestal, and was out the door. The gate creaked open soon after, as the dark figure's cape flowed past it as it ran silently through the dark streets.
Dr. Jiggle woke up with a start. He had had a frightening dream-frightening to him at least. In his dream his precious blue diamond ring had been-stolen. He put on his robe and dashed through a large oval door. His precious ring was-gone. His dream was true! Dr. Jigle panicked. He was determined to find the thief-whoever it might be.
Mr. Damnation proudly fingered the shining blue diamond ring he wore on his finger. His full name was Hesse Damnation-by the last name you could tell he was French. He smiled wickedly as he thought of how he had gotten it. Dr. Jiggle had long before put him in jail for stealing his friend's watch, as well as some other minor crimes, so he was determined to pay him back.
Dr. Jiggle had by now gotten up again (it was 6:45 in the morning). He took out his notebook and magnifying glass, and set out to find the mysterious culprit.
Hesse also realized that Dr. Jiggle would be searching for his ring, so he decided to hide it. He pulled up some loose floor boards to reveal a small open space under the floor. He wrapped the ring in a layer of indigo cloth, before slipping it inside the cubbyhole. Hesse replaced the floorboards, then walked back to his chair to write some coverlets.
Dr. Jiggle walked through the dawn streets, looking for telltale signs to give him a clue as to the culprit. Suddenly he remembered something: Hesse Damnation! He had stolen things before on several occasions. "Of course!" said Dr. Jiggle gleefully, clapping his hands, like a little boy about to receive a present.
Loud, sharp raps on the door downstairs startled Hesse Damnation. As he peered out the thickly tinted windows, he was shocked beyond measure to see Dr. Jiggle standing at his door! Did he find out? But how? thought Hesse Damnation, frightened. He decided not to open the door. But Dr. Jiggle rapped sharply on the door, so Hesse Damnation reluctantly succumbed. He quickly lifted up the floorboards, lifted up the ring and kissed it, then put it back in place. Hesse Damnation reluctantly went to face the door.
"Hello," mumbled Hesse Damnation. "Give me my ring," demanded Dr. Jiggle. Hesse Damnation flushed, before barking,"I did not steal your ring!" Dr. Jiggle stared into Damnation's steely eyes, and demanded again,"Give me my ring!"
Damnatio, after many no's, finally let Dr. Jiggle in, with much resistance. Dr. Jiggle inspected every room in the house, to no avail. But as he walked through the room where the ring was hidden, he noticed some of the floorboards were rather loose. Suddenly he turned and gazed coldly into Hesse Damnation's eyes. "How dare you lie to me!" he thundered. He planted on his knees and lifted the old floorboards to reveal, half covered by some velvety indigo cloth, was his beloved blue ring!
Hesse Damnation was brought to court, and proved guilty. He was to be thrown into jail for 20 years. As he was ordered into the police car, hands cuffed, Hesse Damnation angrily thought about how he was to be in jail once again-bcause of Dr. Jiggle.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Lastnight all the JETTS and teens in the area came over and we played some games. Then we watched two movies, "Fools Rush In" and "The Money Pit". Of course we had a bunch of snacks, haha (me and Katrina spent all morning baking cookies, and then during Quiet Time I made a cake:D). Then all the boys slept downstairs and all the girls slept upstairs. We woke up around 10:00 or something, and had eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice for breakfast (it was super yummy!!). And then we all went in the living room and watched tons of music videos. Then we read part of an XN. Then we watched more and then everybody went home. It was really fun. Well I just hope that you had a really good Valentine's Day!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Cries of Nature
My sister Michelle wrote this a long time ago:
Cries of Nature
A bird cries aloud in pain, from the depth of her soul.
The hurt and anguish comes in song,
The sadness leaves her cold.
The loneliness and sorrow in tune,
She trembles as she sings.
The pain is almost too hard to bear,
She folds her broken wings.
But from pain a sweet song is sung,
A song gentle to the ear.
It heals each heartbreak
And touches those who hear:
So sing, let your songs be sung.
Cry, little bird, cry.
Through your pain others will heal,
And one day, you will fly.
A beautiful flower is picked
In perfect youthful bloom,
But then is crushed, the blood is squeezed,
She cries out in painful gloom.
Her velvet petals are no more,
Her stem is thrown aside.
She cries until no tears are left,
Till there’s no place to hide.
But through her death perfume is made,
The fragrance enraptures all.
Bringing smiles to saddened hearts
Through the droplet be small.
So cry, let your fragrance spill,
Weep, pretty flower, weep
Through your death others will love,
So just quietly sleep.
Cries of Nature
A bird cries aloud in pain, from the depth of her soul.
The hurt and anguish comes in song,
The sadness leaves her cold.
The loneliness and sorrow in tune,
She trembles as she sings.
The pain is almost too hard to bear,
She folds her broken wings.
But from pain a sweet song is sung,
A song gentle to the ear.
It heals each heartbreak
And touches those who hear:
So sing, let your songs be sung.
Cry, little bird, cry.
Through your pain others will heal,
And one day, you will fly.
A beautiful flower is picked
In perfect youthful bloom,
But then is crushed, the blood is squeezed,
She cries out in painful gloom.
Her velvet petals are no more,
Her stem is thrown aside.
She cries until no tears are left,
Till there’s no place to hide.
But through her death perfume is made,
The fragrance enraptures all.
Bringing smiles to saddened hearts
Through the droplet be small.
So cry, let your fragrance spill,
Weep, pretty flower, weep
Through your death others will love,
So just quietly sleep.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Fun!
Last night me and Katrina decided to bake something, but we didn't have any eggs, margarine, and only enough milk for breakfast. So we found a cake recipe that didn't call for any of those things. As we were mixing the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients, Katrina tasted it and asked,"Did you put the 2 cups of sugar?" To my horror I realized I hadn't! So we quickly added it. Then we watched "Never Been Kissed" for our weekly movie. The cake turned out yummy. Oh, I just realized that I got visits from Europe, Brazil, and the Philippines. Probably from the links in Chris&Tete's blog or Marianne's blog.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Old Photos
The other day I found these pictures in Kidland #21 in Infostore, so I copied them off of it. They were a super long time ago. Vincent is 6 and I'm 4. Now he's 14 and I'm 12, so it was around 8 years ago.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Happy Birthday Te-te!
Sorry this is two days late but I didn't know it was your birthday until I saw yours&Chris' blog and Marianne's blog. Well happy belated birthday anyways! Hope you have a really good year and I hope that we can be there for your wedding:D love you lots.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Photos of Angel
Today I went in the backyard with Angel, and she looked super cute with her striped scarf and sunglasses so I took pictures of her. Well I only took the first picture, mom took the second one. She's super cute, isn't she?
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