We finally got snow! It has been really pretty, but hard on the animals because of frozen water, but it is still a blessing!
I hope that you readers did not break any ribs over the last two posts below... my mom and my sister almost did and it made me slightly concerned about you guys when I started to think about it. Well, anyway, as long as you don't die, everything will be fine... i mean good... you don't want to be F.I.N.E. like my mom.
Anyway, on to buisness.
The next riddle is:
What cannot be broken, but if you pick it up it falls apart?
This was a very easy one for me... I hope it is for you! Have fun!
Sweetpea
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My family in my eyes.
Ok. I’d like to introduce you to my family.
My dad is very laid back sort of person that works in the oil field and he and I can almost always understand each other. We have the same thought pattern, you see. I enjoy working with him and talking with him and trust his judgment…except maybe on horses. He hates horses and calls them ‘planet destroyers’ and calls dogs ‘ugly and stupid’ and cats ‘dragons’ or ‘liberals’ and cows ‘sweet and innocent’ and chickens ‘good and perfect’ and goats…well depends if they let him touch their ears or not. Of course he is just joking, but nothing has a real name; he gives it a weird, but simple name like ‘ugly’ ‘stupid’ ‘retarded’ ‘box o’ rocks’ things like that. He listens to Rush Limbaugh every day, likes computers, loves action packed movies and Beverly Hillbillies, and teasing my mom. Thankfully, he does allow us to have horses.
My mom is F.I.N.E. She really is, all the time. Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional (though this is the way many mothers are in my observations. Not all, just many). Well, that may be a little exaggerate, but it’s close to true. She loves horses and children and cats and puppies and bunnies and, well, anything cute. She and I do not click well at all, but we both really try.
See, she looks at everything in life seriously and tensely, while I on the other hand, look at everything in life nonchalantly and coolly unless someone is dying.
She wants to help everyone in the world with their problems; I think that people need to pull up their big kid breaches and get on with life, and if they want help, they can ask for it.
She thinks about every little thing before taking one step; I never think unless I have to and when I do think I think deep, very deep. Like, I think about weird things, like walking. Have you ever thought about how you walk? Its miraculous I tell you! I thought about it so hard that I had to relearn myself how to walk. It almost scared me. That is how deep I think about things. The rest of the time I just walk on in life knowing that God will take care of me as long as I do my part and I can do my part without thinking much. So there!
My first youngest sister is a lot like my mom. She gets scared about everything that has to do with associating with human kind. She would rather spend her life outside with the animals then inside around humans, even her own family. She has to be tough about everything, but would rather avoid unnecessary pain or sickness.
Something about her and my mom, they DO NOT like to be sick. They would rather die than be sick. They even told me so. Me on the other hand; sickness only last so long, as doe’s pain. Get over it.
Maybe that is why I got so many spankings when I was little; I just had to do what I knew was not right even if I knew that I was going to get a spanking. Pain only last a little while, so why not take the risk. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They could kill me! Anyway.
My sister is very plain and simple. Jeans, shirt, belt, three knives on the belt, three knives in her pockets with her pocket watch, boots, one braid in the back of her head and she is set to go; she can out last anything- as long as she has her dog and horse and her other dog and her goat that has the most stinky breath in the world, then she is set to go…as long as it is not beyond our property line. She doesn’t want to be in the house with the family, but she does not feel secure away from the family… ok, to sum my sister up, she is just weird. Now we will move on to the next sibling.
The oldest boy in our family (unfortunately, my little brother) likes to dress sharp and handsome. He is a ‘charmer’ and is curios about everything… everything not really worth being curios about, in my opinion. He cannot see anything three feet past his nose, unless he REALLY wants to; even then I am not so sure that he sees it… He asks some of the most ridicules questions, like: ‘What would happen if you were as stupid as you looked?’ and ‘Why do people put on shoes?’ when he knows the answer to that one…well he should, but I don’t think that he does seeing as he had no shoes on after he met the snake, and got stickers in his feet, and stepped on a stick and cut his foot, etc. He might get that one from me though because I don’t wear shoes very often because my feet get hot fast.
He is smart in spite of all this, though he spends most of his school time in space flying around with Buz Lightyear to fight the Evil Emperor Zurg.
He complements everybody on every thing, especially if it is something pretty; he really has an eye for pretty things.
My next sister is another animal lover, but mostly a horse lover after mine own heart. She likes the skirts that mom makes for her, but does not like me to dress her up in princess clothes, just like my other sister mentioned above. I don’t know what they have against dressing up, but they got it, that’s for sure! ‘Hang dress up! Let’s go ride the horses and shoot armadillos!’ Though this is just my explanation of them; they are actually very quiet. Too quiet some times, but other times not quiet enough… they can be extreme jabber boxes when circumstances and the climate are just right.
My next brother is complete and total boy. John Deere tractors, John Deere stuff, cowboy boots and a .22 riffle and 100 miles per hour and if anything is in his way it is not going to exist any more when he’s done going by!
He talks as fast as he can and talks to everyone like they are three miles away and cannot hear him… it never occurs to him that they might be sitting right beside him and they might not be deaf yet.
He tries really hard to be gentle and he is so loving, but he is so big and rough!
He is a complete bull in a china closet and just like his brother above (maybe not quiet as bad) he is oblivious to everything except himself.
And finally my baby sister.
She is an Alberta Einstein in the making. She is only two years old and can talk very well and means everything that she says. Before she could even walk, she was putting puzzles together, building castles, matching colors and figuring out how to open things that we thought were ‘childproof’. She was walking earlier than any of the others in our household. She has all of her baby teeth, even her five year old molars at two years of age. She can understand just about everything you say as long as you put it in simple terms for her. She draws pictures and gets into things that she knows that you want and need and she stashes them where only she can fit and will later use them for something mischievous or she might give ‘em back if you ask really nice for them.
So now, this is my family… and I am not ashamed of them or embarrassed by them… in fact I think that I am more of an embarrassment to them… well at least to my mom and my first sister. They are pretty easy to embarrass when I am around!
We all love God as a family and even though we do not always get along, we are very happy together and I consider them all as my best friends next to Jesus.
Well, I hope that this has helped you to get to know my family better and know what I come from. I hope that you enjoyed it and maybe you got to know me a little better as well!
Sweetpea
P. S.
My family’s definition of the word ‘Family’:
Family in dad’s eyes: Eating popcorn together and watching Beverly Hillbillies.
Family in mom’s eyes: Sitting round the table having Bible study and telling us how to be better children to her.
Family in firstborns eyes: Normal firstborns; the ones who cramp my style- In this firstborn’s eyes; those who would not survive if I left them for very long.
Family in 2nd born eyes: Loving, crazy people that are fine to have as long as I am not around them.
Family in 3rd born eyes: Uuuuuh… what’s a family?
Family in 4th born eyes: Those who, love horses and those who do not.
Family in 5th born eyes: Deaf, in the way, and I don’t really care.
Family in 6th born eyes: My subjects here to serve me!
My dad is very laid back sort of person that works in the oil field and he and I can almost always understand each other. We have the same thought pattern, you see. I enjoy working with him and talking with him and trust his judgment…except maybe on horses. He hates horses and calls them ‘planet destroyers’ and calls dogs ‘ugly and stupid’ and cats ‘dragons’ or ‘liberals’ and cows ‘sweet and innocent’ and chickens ‘good and perfect’ and goats…well depends if they let him touch their ears or not. Of course he is just joking, but nothing has a real name; he gives it a weird, but simple name like ‘ugly’ ‘stupid’ ‘retarded’ ‘box o’ rocks’ things like that. He listens to Rush Limbaugh every day, likes computers, loves action packed movies and Beverly Hillbillies, and teasing my mom. Thankfully, he does allow us to have horses.
My mom is F.I.N.E. She really is, all the time. Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional (though this is the way many mothers are in my observations. Not all, just many). Well, that may be a little exaggerate, but it’s close to true. She loves horses and children and cats and puppies and bunnies and, well, anything cute. She and I do not click well at all, but we both really try.
See, she looks at everything in life seriously and tensely, while I on the other hand, look at everything in life nonchalantly and coolly unless someone is dying.
She wants to help everyone in the world with their problems; I think that people need to pull up their big kid breaches and get on with life, and if they want help, they can ask for it.
She thinks about every little thing before taking one step; I never think unless I have to and when I do think I think deep, very deep. Like, I think about weird things, like walking. Have you ever thought about how you walk? Its miraculous I tell you! I thought about it so hard that I had to relearn myself how to walk. It almost scared me. That is how deep I think about things. The rest of the time I just walk on in life knowing that God will take care of me as long as I do my part and I can do my part without thinking much. So there!
My first youngest sister is a lot like my mom. She gets scared about everything that has to do with associating with human kind. She would rather spend her life outside with the animals then inside around humans, even her own family. She has to be tough about everything, but would rather avoid unnecessary pain or sickness.
Something about her and my mom, they DO NOT like to be sick. They would rather die than be sick. They even told me so. Me on the other hand; sickness only last so long, as doe’s pain. Get over it.
Maybe that is why I got so many spankings when I was little; I just had to do what I knew was not right even if I knew that I was going to get a spanking. Pain only last a little while, so why not take the risk. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They could kill me! Anyway.
My sister is very plain and simple. Jeans, shirt, belt, three knives on the belt, three knives in her pockets with her pocket watch, boots, one braid in the back of her head and she is set to go; she can out last anything- as long as she has her dog and horse and her other dog and her goat that has the most stinky breath in the world, then she is set to go…as long as it is not beyond our property line. She doesn’t want to be in the house with the family, but she does not feel secure away from the family… ok, to sum my sister up, she is just weird. Now we will move on to the next sibling.
The oldest boy in our family (unfortunately, my little brother) likes to dress sharp and handsome. He is a ‘charmer’ and is curios about everything… everything not really worth being curios about, in my opinion. He cannot see anything three feet past his nose, unless he REALLY wants to; even then I am not so sure that he sees it… He asks some of the most ridicules questions, like: ‘What would happen if you were as stupid as you looked?’ and ‘Why do people put on shoes?’ when he knows the answer to that one…well he should, but I don’t think that he does seeing as he had no shoes on after he met the snake, and got stickers in his feet, and stepped on a stick and cut his foot, etc. He might get that one from me though because I don’t wear shoes very often because my feet get hot fast.
He is smart in spite of all this, though he spends most of his school time in space flying around with Buz Lightyear to fight the Evil Emperor Zurg.
He complements everybody on every thing, especially if it is something pretty; he really has an eye for pretty things.
My next sister is another animal lover, but mostly a horse lover after mine own heart. She likes the skirts that mom makes for her, but does not like me to dress her up in princess clothes, just like my other sister mentioned above. I don’t know what they have against dressing up, but they got it, that’s for sure! ‘Hang dress up! Let’s go ride the horses and shoot armadillos!’ Though this is just my explanation of them; they are actually very quiet. Too quiet some times, but other times not quiet enough… they can be extreme jabber boxes when circumstances and the climate are just right.
My next brother is complete and total boy. John Deere tractors, John Deere stuff, cowboy boots and a .22 riffle and 100 miles per hour and if anything is in his way it is not going to exist any more when he’s done going by!
He talks as fast as he can and talks to everyone like they are three miles away and cannot hear him… it never occurs to him that they might be sitting right beside him and they might not be deaf yet.
He tries really hard to be gentle and he is so loving, but he is so big and rough!
He is a complete bull in a china closet and just like his brother above (maybe not quiet as bad) he is oblivious to everything except himself.
And finally my baby sister.
She is an Alberta Einstein in the making. She is only two years old and can talk very well and means everything that she says. Before she could even walk, she was putting puzzles together, building castles, matching colors and figuring out how to open things that we thought were ‘childproof’. She was walking earlier than any of the others in our household. She has all of her baby teeth, even her five year old molars at two years of age. She can understand just about everything you say as long as you put it in simple terms for her. She draws pictures and gets into things that she knows that you want and need and she stashes them where only she can fit and will later use them for something mischievous or she might give ‘em back if you ask really nice for them.
So now, this is my family… and I am not ashamed of them or embarrassed by them… in fact I think that I am more of an embarrassment to them… well at least to my mom and my first sister. They are pretty easy to embarrass when I am around!
We all love God as a family and even though we do not always get along, we are very happy together and I consider them all as my best friends next to Jesus.
Well, I hope that this has helped you to get to know my family better and know what I come from. I hope that you enjoyed it and maybe you got to know me a little better as well!
Sweetpea
P. S.
My family’s definition of the word ‘Family’:
Family in dad’s eyes: Eating popcorn together and watching Beverly Hillbillies.
Family in mom’s eyes: Sitting round the table having Bible study and telling us how to be better children to her.
Family in firstborns eyes: Normal firstborns; the ones who cramp my style- In this firstborn’s eyes; those who would not survive if I left them for very long.
Family in 2nd born eyes: Loving, crazy people that are fine to have as long as I am not around them.
Family in 3rd born eyes: Uuuuuh… what’s a family?
Family in 4th born eyes: Those who, love horses and those who do not.
Family in 5th born eyes: Deaf, in the way, and I don’t really care.
Family in 6th born eyes: My subjects here to serve me!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
A new fascination and answer to the riddle
I have a new fascination.
Dab a bit of hot glue on something then pull it out and make a string then wrap it around your finger while slowly pumping the glue. You will get a rubber finger! It’s awesome!
Something else about hot glue that used to fascinate me; it hurt like crud, but it was fun, smearing the glue straight from the gun all over your finger to get a rubber finger and later a rubber cap. It was totally fun to peal off. However as you can imagine, doing that too many times can leave a blister…but it was worth it!
Ok, I am very tired and extremely hyper. My mom and my sister are about ready to strangle me; I am driving them crazy!
We have been making paper mashie snowmen.
To day we had to saw off there bottoms so that they would sit straight. I was having far too much fun teasing my mom and sister.
I was speaking for the snowmen: “Oh!!! The pain, the pain!!!” I would say as I helped to saw off their bottoms.
One of the last ones that they did needed its inside dusted out. So I took it over to the trash and dusted it out there and looked inside and found--- *gasp* FUNNY PAPERS!!!! Oh joy!
My mom nearly lost it. Don’t ask me why, but she almost did- in a good way… sort of. Oh, anyway, the funny papers weren’t much to read because they were torn. *sigh*
Then this evening, we had to drill holes in their sides for the cinnamon sticks for their arms. I had fun with that one too; my sister was talking on the phone with my grandma and I was being rather loud and needless to say, I was embarrassing her. Nothing new. I embarrass my mom and sister all the time; in Wal-Mart, in the grocery store, wherever. I really don’t mean too, I just do it naturally…maybe, slightly, little bitty, on purpose ¼ of the time. Anyway, they get over it; it’s not a killer… yet. Mwhaha!
We have also been baby sitting today… it is only two little girls, but these kids (the two extras and ours combined) have the energy of two people and don’t know how to express it in any other way other than screaming and running around through our poor, small, 100 year old house. That is like having 12 people in our house…not including my hyper self and mom and dad and sister.
It has been crazy, especially when the girls think that the boys are evil and don’t want anything to do with them; then there is conflict and more screaming and eventually pain and a crazy mother in the end, not to mention my tired, already crazy self. It also doesn’t help that the two youngest babies of the families think that the other is specifically put on earth to throw the other from the throne of ‘baby girl’ in the family.
*SIGH* It has been interesting all day long, basically, not to mention fun…for me anyway. He- he.
And finally, the answer to the riddle is............. your going to feel really silly..... An Egg!
That was a good one, no?
Well, I must go now. I will be back soon.
Sweetpea
Dab a bit of hot glue on something then pull it out and make a string then wrap it around your finger while slowly pumping the glue. You will get a rubber finger! It’s awesome!
Something else about hot glue that used to fascinate me; it hurt like crud, but it was fun, smearing the glue straight from the gun all over your finger to get a rubber finger and later a rubber cap. It was totally fun to peal off. However as you can imagine, doing that too many times can leave a blister…but it was worth it!
Ok, I am very tired and extremely hyper. My mom and my sister are about ready to strangle me; I am driving them crazy!
We have been making paper mashie snowmen.
To day we had to saw off there bottoms so that they would sit straight. I was having far too much fun teasing my mom and sister.
I was speaking for the snowmen: “Oh!!! The pain, the pain!!!” I would say as I helped to saw off their bottoms.
One of the last ones that they did needed its inside dusted out. So I took it over to the trash and dusted it out there and looked inside and found--- *gasp* FUNNY PAPERS!!!! Oh joy!
My mom nearly lost it. Don’t ask me why, but she almost did- in a good way… sort of. Oh, anyway, the funny papers weren’t much to read because they were torn. *sigh*
Then this evening, we had to drill holes in their sides for the cinnamon sticks for their arms. I had fun with that one too; my sister was talking on the phone with my grandma and I was being rather loud and needless to say, I was embarrassing her. Nothing new. I embarrass my mom and sister all the time; in Wal-Mart, in the grocery store, wherever. I really don’t mean too, I just do it naturally…maybe, slightly, little bitty, on purpose ¼ of the time. Anyway, they get over it; it’s not a killer… yet. Mwhaha!
We have also been baby sitting today… it is only two little girls, but these kids (the two extras and ours combined) have the energy of two people and don’t know how to express it in any other way other than screaming and running around through our poor, small, 100 year old house. That is like having 12 people in our house…not including my hyper self and mom and dad and sister.
It has been crazy, especially when the girls think that the boys are evil and don’t want anything to do with them; then there is conflict and more screaming and eventually pain and a crazy mother in the end, not to mention my tired, already crazy self. It also doesn’t help that the two youngest babies of the families think that the other is specifically put on earth to throw the other from the throne of ‘baby girl’ in the family.
*SIGH* It has been interesting all day long, basically, not to mention fun…for me anyway. He- he.
And finally, the answer to the riddle is............. your going to feel really silly..... An Egg!
That was a good one, no?
Well, I must go now. I will be back soon.
Sweetpea
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The next riddle
Well, I am finally, mostly over the cold, but it was a tough one.
I am still snorting and such, but not bad and not to the point of rubbing the epedermis off of my nose! Skin that is.
Well, I believe that I shall give the next riddle.
A box without hinge key or lid,
yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Well, now, let us see how many try to answer that.
I certainly look forward to seeing the answers!
Sweetpea
P.S.
You may want a hint on this one. I don't mind giving one. : )
I am still snorting and such, but not bad and not to the point of rubbing the epedermis off of my nose! Skin that is.
Well, I believe that I shall give the next riddle.
A box without hinge key or lid,
yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Well, now, let us see how many try to answer that.
I certainly look forward to seeing the answers!
Sweetpea
P.S.
You may want a hint on this one. I don't mind giving one. : )
Sunday, December 7, 2008
The cold and the answer to the riddle
ACHOO! sniff, sniff.
Oh, yeah! I dot it and I dot it bad! Nose pwugged and evwe thing. Nose owee too! Not much caughing dough, dank goodness! I usually am de last one to get sick, but dis time I was sird...I mean third...
Anyachoo! I mean anyhoo...
De answer to de riddle is....(drum roll)... WIND!
ACHOO! Caugh, sniffle, sniffle. Ooooh, my wee wittle head hurts!
I am going to go way down... I mean lay down.
I hope to post dat sneak pweak of my book soon- vedy soon!
One uder sing- I mean, thing about this cold...I was go'in to take my drivers test again tomorrow (Monday), but guess wat????? Dats wight! I DOT SWICK!!!!!! AARRRRGGG!
Hope that you don't get it and if you do that you get over it soon,
Sweeppea- I mean Sweetpea...
Oh, yeah! I dot it and I dot it bad! Nose pwugged and evwe thing. Nose owee too! Not much caughing dough, dank goodness! I usually am de last one to get sick, but dis time I was sird...I mean third...
Anyachoo! I mean anyhoo...
De answer to de riddle is....(drum roll)... WIND!
ACHOO! Caugh, sniffle, sniffle. Ooooh, my wee wittle head hurts!
I am going to go way down... I mean lay down.
I hope to post dat sneak pweak of my book soon- vedy soon!
One uder sing- I mean, thing about this cold...I was go'in to take my drivers test again tomorrow (Monday), but guess wat????? Dats wight! I DOT SWICK!!!!!! AARRRRGGG!
Hope that you don't get it and if you do that you get over it soon,
Sweeppea- I mean Sweetpea...
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