For My Writing Pleasure

So I'm writing whatever comes to mind in this post here. I've never done that on here before, but it's one of my favorite ways to write. It makes for random comments and shows you a little bit of my bazaar thought pattern. Or, rather, lack of a thought pattern. We went to church today. Both services were very excellent. My cousins came just for the day. We had a grand old time playin' games, chatting, and in my case, trying not to fall asleep on my lunch. I did purty good and didn't drown in my soup. It's a good thing we weren't having soup anyway. When we have a big family meal at Grandma's I tend to wait and have my dessert as my supper. I do that for two reasons. Number one is because I'm normally purty full after lunch, and number two because I normally don't have supper on Sunday nights. Normally I have have a small bite of something before church and another small bite of something after church. Today I had pumpkin pie for before church supper and then for second supper I had some cinnamon toast. Actually, I think I'll end up having more than that because my tummy is kinda telling me that it wants more in it. We'll see.

My eyes are real tired, and I feel like I couldn't smile if I wanted to. Not that I'm sad or mad, it's just that that would require the use of muscles. You'd think that I would always be warmed up for such events. I guess I need to learn to do some stretching before times when I know I'll smile and laugh a lot. LOL---ow, that one hurt. :P

My hands are getting dry, I should put some lotion on. But I tell you that it would be hard right now because I would have to stop typing and that is against the rules in this game. See, I have to type even when I can't think of anything to type. So if things start making less sense than they already are, you'll know what. So I'm starting to get to that point were I'm thinking too much about what I'm going to write. That makes it hard to actually come up with something worth not only writing, but reading. Oops, just about stopped there.

My little cousin Ethan was at my Grandma's today. That kid...boy oh boy. He purty much thought he owned the place. And he decided that I was no longer his cousin. See here, I didn't know that that was all it took. A almost four year old to just say it. I guess it's official now. I'm surprised there wasn't more paper work involved there.

Since I am just writing this for my pleasure and since no one is required nor expected to read all this, I'm just going to keep going here. Actually, I'm not because I'm getting called into the other room. I think I won the game!!! :) :) :)

Events Having To do with Ice

On Saturday there was the huge ice storm. I was at work around 8:15am and that was before it started. Things were getting worser* and different people were coming in and saying that we were one of the few buildings left in the area that still had power. The lights were flickering now and again, and we suspected that we would soon lose power too. The first thing to go was the heater. I didn't realize how loud that thing is until it turned off. Before you didn't really have to be quiet in the library, but when it was off you could have heard a pin drop (except of course the fact that you can't really hear a pin drop on carpet and why would you drop something that might get stepped on and hurt the person who did the stepping anyway) Anyhoo, at that point the upper boss people decided to close early; by that time it was about 2:45 pm. We got everyone out of the building and 15 min later we lost power completely. The library is kinda creepy in the dark. But we made it out and I was able to get my car scraped off. Since I live 25 min out of town I made my way to my aunt's house which is about 7 min away on good days. It took about 15 min to get there this time. I had to dodge downed branches and trees. I had to make amazing stops at street light that were dead. You would have been very impressed. Oh, plus I had a cop following me for a good part of my journey. Well, I made it to the dark and getting colder house in one piece and ended up spending the night. It was a very enjoyable evening, scented candles, thick blankets, ice cream...best eaten when it's cold outside.
On Sunday morning I slept through my aunt and a friend of hers going in and out the door right near my head (I was on the couch in the living room). When I finally did wake up, I ate a bowl of cereal and headed home (after my aunt made sure I was really truly awake). I headed home because the ice had melted off the roads and they were just wet. It was, however, snowing on my way home, but it was nothing to panic about.


*I'm using that non-word because I feel like it. It doesn't detract from the meaning of my story, so it stays!

Those Summer Days

Woohoo! We went sledding today. Some friends of ours have this amazing hill, so we try to keep on their good side at all times ;) Actually, we were there for world view studies. But when the book work was done and thrown out the window we wrapped up on our winter-wear and prepared for an adventure. My appearance had improved from last times sports pants, cowboy boots, and corduroy coat. This time I had my black coat and boots and jeans on, so you can rest at ease. Anyway, so we arrive at the top of this hill. Really the hill is the whole front yard. The center of the front yard is the bottom of the hill that encircles a huge tree. Having a tree at the bottom makes things just plain exciting.

We chose to start from the driveway. They had installed their own ramp half way down the slope. At first, I opted to avoid that extra bit of air. But the hill wouldn't have it that way. About my third time down, I realized my sled was headed toward that little ramp--but from an angle. I bailed. After I shook the snow out of my shirt, I firmly decided that I should just get if over with because I knew I was going to do it eventually. So I wrote my will and said a teary goodbye on my parent's answering machine. Then I tightened my boots and placed myself in the red sled (I thought it would be better if I used a sled that was already red--don't want to ruin someone else's sled). I inched forward, I'm purty sure my life was in slow motion there for a sec, but that could have been because I was on gravel and sleds don't go very fast on gravel. Once I got past the gravel, I began my swift descent toward a sure destructive end. I should pause to tell you that I was wearing my new scarf and hat, so I was feeling purty super--but you should know that that has nothing to do with the story and I'm only putting that info in there because it adds to the drama because you are probably wanting me to get on with my tale. Well, guess what, I might not finish. How would you like that? We're getting purty far off subject here and here's where the choose your own adventure comes in. If you want to hear what happened read the section marked "A". If you don't care and you think that this story is dumb and that you would rather waste your time elsewhere read the part marked "B". Thank you for playing!

A) I'm purty sure my mouth was open because it ended up full of dirty snow. Let me tell you how that happened. About three feet from the ramp I started screaming. But NO! I wouldn't bail again! The tip of the sled started up the ramp, the middle and then the back! Purty soon I didn't have anything under me, except that red sled. And little ol' me decides to let go of that. *slaps forehead* Now that my sled wasn't below me, I was just excepting the inevitable pain that would come next. However, just beyond the shoot there was a pile of fall's leaves covered in snow. My knees were soon plowing through those leaves--let me tell you they didn't smell so hot. The snow that was being flung back at my face was going straight into my mouth. Icky! When I finally came to a stop, I heard only silence. No, that wasn't silence that was the distinct sound of laughter. And it was mine. You know, it's hard to laugh with dirty snow in your mouth! I tried that ramp several times more. I finally got the hang of not letting go of that sled. Then then then!!! Mister came home from work and he pulled us around on the huge innertube with the fourwheeler. IT WAS GREATNESS!!!!

B) Well, your lose I guess. You go continue your life, forever subconsciously wondering what happened.

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When one is really tired, one should not be the first to pray during family worship. Not only will one miss the rest of the prayers, but one's family will talk about one while one is sleeping. And when one wakes up, one will feel really embarrassed.

I'm just plain worn out. Some of you know some reasons that contribute to this fatigue. For those of you that don't, all I can say now is that it involves some shoulders, a helicopter, a tall stranger of a male, a question, and a rejection. Wow, I could write the backs of novels!! Or a Lemony Snicket book (so sad). Also, a contributing factor could be working twelve extra hours this week, but that's not even worth mentioning.

Tonight is my last night of vacation, I'm going to enjoy it!