Yes! The answer is water! Hurray! Hurray!
I will not be giving another riddle until after the first and hopefully by that time I will have prepared something for you to have a sneak peek of my book!!! Yay! Wouldn't that be nice!
I am still open for suggestions and what not.
I probably will not be posting at all till after the first...
Well, until then!
Sweetpea
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Christmas Bummer: Merry Christmas???
Well, well, well…
It’s that time of year that everyone refers to as CHRISTMAS TIME.
Well, well, well… do any of you know what Christmas means?
1. It means the time of Christ’s birth.
2. It reminds me that winter time is here and the New Year is close and that I have tons of family and that I have tons of cooking to do… ect.ect.ect.
3. It means presents!
4. I do not know. Just means a holiday to me with no work.
Christmas is actually a pagan holiday where child sacrifice to a sun god dressed in red and white and who’s testacles were represented by ornaments hung on a tree and the tree was a representation of the sun god in the household and the lights in the window showed who worshiped him and who did not… trust me, I have studied and researched for two years now- Christmas, December 25, in all nations and cultures around the globe, has been celebrated as the birthday of a sun god, not Jesus Christ. (Jeremiah 10:3-4)
Sound slightly disturbing? That’s what I thought when I started to get really deep into the research and got the details on how many nations sacrificed their children to this god of the sun; it wasn’t pretty and I am not going to put all the details on here because it is sickening to know how many, many children were killed on December 25 (and not to mention still are).
But, so many think that Santa Clause is cute and nice, and do not realize that children were sacrificed to a sun god which he represents.
In one tribe of a nation, their idol of the sun god was a plump man that wore a cap, much like that of ‘Santa’s”. On December 25, in that tribe, they would heat the image until it was cherry red hot then they would throw their children into its lap…. But it’s ok to place our innocent children in the lap of the man who blindly represents a sun god cult.
The man in the suite, I can guarantee, doesn’t know a thing about this and means no harm at all, but we do not need to raise our children to believe that this plump, merry man dressed in red and white, is a good thing, because it is not.
… my family and I, celebrate Christmas because it is a time when we can remember what Christ did for us when he came as a baby…. We don't celebrate Santa Clause, or the trees, but celebrate Jesus…. The trees are a fun thing to do, and so is all the decorating, but Christmas really is, as so many songs say, found in the heart.
Christ is found in the heart, NOT Christmas, and yeah, I bet the pagans thought that it was fun to decorate too.
…Unlike Halloween, I think that Christmas still has some good in it….
Maybe, but I don’t want to be celebrating a holiday that makes the God of Heaven want to puke and that He said NOT, let me repeat that, NOT to celebrate! I think that it can be used for good.
Well although we do have a tree and lights, we don't celebrate them. They just help us get into the Christmas Spirit… But we do celebrate Jesus’ birth.
Ummm… where did Jesus say in the Bible to celebrate his birth???? And I really don’t think that you want to receive the Spirit of Christmas.
...So we can remember what Christ did for us when he came as a baby….
I have no problem with celebrating the reason that Jesus came to earth, but celebrating his birth on the birthday of a SUN GOD????!!!! That’s just wrong.
A little History
A long time ago, a very large group of people gathered together to build a tower that would reach to the heavens so that they could become as great as gods.
The leader of this group was a king named Nimrod.
Nimrod eventually died and was said that he went to live as a god with the other gods.
Well, later, his poor, poor widow became pregnant mysteriously which began to raise some questions about her ruling the kingdom.
However, she told the people that she did not become pregnant by natural means, but by the rays of the sun.
See, her husband was now the god of the sun, and as she had been worshiping the sun, he beamed her and she came up pregnant.
On December 25, the queen gave birth to a son and she called his name, Tammuz.
And Tammuz grew into a strong son of a god, but sadly on his 40th birthday, he went out hunting and was gored to death by a wild boar.
So, in mourning, the people fasted and wepped forty days for Tammuz and at the end of the forty days, feasted on wild boar (Oooooh! So that’s what the women in the book of Ezekiel were doing! Ezekiel 8:14).
Not long afterwards, Tammuz’ mother died. She went up to heaven, but the gods sent her back down to earth in a giant egg that fell into the Euphrates river and broke open and she came out as Easter, the goddess of fertility (with no shirt), and she turned a bird into an egg laying rabbit to demonstrate her power.
Sacrifices of children were made unto Easter and eggs were dipped/painted by the blood of these slain children in hopes that Easter would bless the women with more children.
Tammuz is the sun god now and children are also offered unto him on his birthday and he is worshiped at the beginning of every week when the sun comes up in the East. These special days are knows as Sundays.
A great and odd catastrophe happened and the people never finished their tower, but were scattered all over the earth and each took this loving and remarkable tale with them.
And that is not the End…
When the Holy Roman Empire came along, one of the great emperors named Constantine, saw in the East in the rising sun, the sign of ‘Christ’, a cross. He then decreed that no one could worship God on Saturdays, but on Sundays, that Sundays were now God’s holy days. Anyone caught worshiping on Sabbath, was killed.
Constantine also decreed that Christ’s birth should be celebrated on December 25 and his death and resurrection at Easter.
Constantine and his mommy preformed many more wonderful acts that we do not have time to get into at this time, that perfected the Holy Roman Church; the Catholic church.
And that is still not the end, but the end of the cult in its true colors… maybe.
1. This is all true. It is history; Babylonian history mostly, along with Roman history and other cultures' story of the sun god… they are all the same just told differently.
Did any of this sound slightly suspicious to you? It did to me!
· The tower was the tower of Babble
· The goddess Easter is the reason that there is an Easter.
· There is no way that you can get pregnant by the rays of the sun.
· If you are a god, why did you kill yourself?
· If you were a ‘Christian’ what were you doing facing the East at sunrise?
· What makes you think that Nimrod’s and Tammuz’ special days need Jesus in them too?
· Why is your ‘Christ’ worshiped on December 25 like the other sun gods?
Answer: Because you were not worshiping the true God, Constantine, you were worshiping the Babylonian sun gods!
Just to let you know; Jesus was NOT born on December 25. He was most likely born during the feast of tabernacles which is around September/October. There are many arguments concerning this, but I can guarantee you that Our Savior was not born on December 25, on the birthday of every sun god in the world.
So now you know the beginning of Christmas. It is still the same thing just cloaked in friendlier colors. That is not all that I know about Christmas; there is tons and tons more that I do not have space to put down.
It is my belief that Christmas is still being celebrated by witches and other Satanists as a truly pagan ritual. I do not have facts to back me up on this yet, but I’m gonna research it and find out. I know that Satanists do celebrate winter (Winter solstice), but I’m not sure about Christmas.
Well, I have done my part and told you, just as the LORD told me. I’m sorry if you’re mad at me, but just to let you know; I don’t care.
Now it is your turn. I have given you the information, now you need to act or not act on it.
God says that if you do something ignorantly, He will not hold you guilty, but if you do something, knowing the truth, He will hold you guilty and you will have to answer for it.
It is my duty to let you know, but you have to decide what the LORD wants you to do. My family and I continued to celebrate Christmas, just not like we used to, but it felt empty and meaningless and wrong. I think that the LORD wants us all to know and to stop, but what do you think? What is God saying to you?
Much of this information was acquired from the Rood Awakening organization www.michaelroodministries.com and Jeremiah Films: The Unwrapping of Christmas; www.jeremiahfilms.com. The rest was from history books and books on ancient Mythology and particularly the Bible.
It’s that time of year that everyone refers to as CHRISTMAS TIME.
Well, well, well… do any of you know what Christmas means?
1. It means the time of Christ’s birth.
2. It reminds me that winter time is here and the New Year is close and that I have tons of family and that I have tons of cooking to do… ect.ect.ect.
3. It means presents!
4. I do not know. Just means a holiday to me with no work.
Christmas is actually a pagan holiday where child sacrifice to a sun god dressed in red and white and who’s testacles were represented by ornaments hung on a tree and the tree was a representation of the sun god in the household and the lights in the window showed who worshiped him and who did not… trust me, I have studied and researched for two years now- Christmas, December 25, in all nations and cultures around the globe, has been celebrated as the birthday of a sun god, not Jesus Christ. (Jeremiah 10:3-4)
Sound slightly disturbing? That’s what I thought when I started to get really deep into the research and got the details on how many nations sacrificed their children to this god of the sun; it wasn’t pretty and I am not going to put all the details on here because it is sickening to know how many, many children were killed on December 25 (and not to mention still are).
But, so many think that Santa Clause is cute and nice, and do not realize that children were sacrificed to a sun god which he represents.
In one tribe of a nation, their idol of the sun god was a plump man that wore a cap, much like that of ‘Santa’s”. On December 25, in that tribe, they would heat the image until it was cherry red hot then they would throw their children into its lap…. But it’s ok to place our innocent children in the lap of the man who blindly represents a sun god cult.
The man in the suite, I can guarantee, doesn’t know a thing about this and means no harm at all, but we do not need to raise our children to believe that this plump, merry man dressed in red and white, is a good thing, because it is not.
… my family and I, celebrate Christmas because it is a time when we can remember what Christ did for us when he came as a baby…. We don't celebrate Santa Clause, or the trees, but celebrate Jesus…. The trees are a fun thing to do, and so is all the decorating, but Christmas really is, as so many songs say, found in the heart.
Christ is found in the heart, NOT Christmas, and yeah, I bet the pagans thought that it was fun to decorate too.
…Unlike Halloween, I think that Christmas still has some good in it….
Maybe, but I don’t want to be celebrating a holiday that makes the God of Heaven want to puke and that He said NOT, let me repeat that, NOT to celebrate! I think that it can be used for good.
Well although we do have a tree and lights, we don't celebrate them. They just help us get into the Christmas Spirit… But we do celebrate Jesus’ birth.
Ummm… where did Jesus say in the Bible to celebrate his birth???? And I really don’t think that you want to receive the Spirit of Christmas.
...So we can remember what Christ did for us when he came as a baby….
I have no problem with celebrating the reason that Jesus came to earth, but celebrating his birth on the birthday of a SUN GOD????!!!! That’s just wrong.
A little History
A long time ago, a very large group of people gathered together to build a tower that would reach to the heavens so that they could become as great as gods.
The leader of this group was a king named Nimrod.
Nimrod eventually died and was said that he went to live as a god with the other gods.
Well, later, his poor, poor widow became pregnant mysteriously which began to raise some questions about her ruling the kingdom.
However, she told the people that she did not become pregnant by natural means, but by the rays of the sun.
See, her husband was now the god of the sun, and as she had been worshiping the sun, he beamed her and she came up pregnant.
On December 25, the queen gave birth to a son and she called his name, Tammuz.
And Tammuz grew into a strong son of a god, but sadly on his 40th birthday, he went out hunting and was gored to death by a wild boar.
So, in mourning, the people fasted and wepped forty days for Tammuz and at the end of the forty days, feasted on wild boar (Oooooh! So that’s what the women in the book of Ezekiel were doing! Ezekiel 8:14).
Not long afterwards, Tammuz’ mother died. She went up to heaven, but the gods sent her back down to earth in a giant egg that fell into the Euphrates river and broke open and she came out as Easter, the goddess of fertility (with no shirt), and she turned a bird into an egg laying rabbit to demonstrate her power.
Sacrifices of children were made unto Easter and eggs were dipped/painted by the blood of these slain children in hopes that Easter would bless the women with more children.
Tammuz is the sun god now and children are also offered unto him on his birthday and he is worshiped at the beginning of every week when the sun comes up in the East. These special days are knows as Sundays.
A great and odd catastrophe happened and the people never finished their tower, but were scattered all over the earth and each took this loving and remarkable tale with them.
And that is not the End…
When the Holy Roman Empire came along, one of the great emperors named Constantine, saw in the East in the rising sun, the sign of ‘Christ’, a cross. He then decreed that no one could worship God on Saturdays, but on Sundays, that Sundays were now God’s holy days. Anyone caught worshiping on Sabbath, was killed.
Constantine also decreed that Christ’s birth should be celebrated on December 25 and his death and resurrection at Easter.
Constantine and his mommy preformed many more wonderful acts that we do not have time to get into at this time, that perfected the Holy Roman Church; the Catholic church.
And that is still not the end, but the end of the cult in its true colors… maybe.
1. This is all true. It is history; Babylonian history mostly, along with Roman history and other cultures' story of the sun god… they are all the same just told differently.
Did any of this sound slightly suspicious to you? It did to me!
· The tower was the tower of Babble
· The goddess Easter is the reason that there is an Easter.
· There is no way that you can get pregnant by the rays of the sun.
· If you are a god, why did you kill yourself?
· If you were a ‘Christian’ what were you doing facing the East at sunrise?
· What makes you think that Nimrod’s and Tammuz’ special days need Jesus in them too?
· Why is your ‘Christ’ worshiped on December 25 like the other sun gods?
Answer: Because you were not worshiping the true God, Constantine, you were worshiping the Babylonian sun gods!
Just to let you know; Jesus was NOT born on December 25. He was most likely born during the feast of tabernacles which is around September/October. There are many arguments concerning this, but I can guarantee you that Our Savior was not born on December 25, on the birthday of every sun god in the world.
So now you know the beginning of Christmas. It is still the same thing just cloaked in friendlier colors. That is not all that I know about Christmas; there is tons and tons more that I do not have space to put down.
It is my belief that Christmas is still being celebrated by witches and other Satanists as a truly pagan ritual. I do not have facts to back me up on this yet, but I’m gonna research it and find out. I know that Satanists do celebrate winter (Winter solstice), but I’m not sure about Christmas.
Well, I have done my part and told you, just as the LORD told me. I’m sorry if you’re mad at me, but just to let you know; I don’t care.
Now it is your turn. I have given you the information, now you need to act or not act on it.
God says that if you do something ignorantly, He will not hold you guilty, but if you do something, knowing the truth, He will hold you guilty and you will have to answer for it.
It is my duty to let you know, but you have to decide what the LORD wants you to do. My family and I continued to celebrate Christmas, just not like we used to, but it felt empty and meaningless and wrong. I think that the LORD wants us all to know and to stop, but what do you think? What is God saying to you?
Much of this information was acquired from the Rood Awakening organization www.michaelroodministries.com and Jeremiah Films: The Unwrapping of Christmas; www.jeremiahfilms.com. The rest was from history books and books on ancient Mythology and particularly the Bible.
Friday, December 19, 2008
A little help PLEASE! And the hint to the riddle.
Thats right. I need a little help...
I cannot decide what on earth would be the best kind of 'sneak peak' to put on my blog for you to read; a poem explaining it slightly, a synopsis of the whole thing, or just a chapter to give you a inside, exclusive look... what do you think; better yet, what do you want?
I need you to tell me what you think would be the best one to do, because I cannot decide... I have almost decided NOT to do a whole chapter, because they run anywhere from ten to TWENTY pages long! But it is totally up to you. Please leave in the comments your suggestions.
And, yes, I can give a hint to the riddle... he- he... this hint will probably give the whole thing away... oh, well
Life on earth cannot survive without it
That is the hint.
Looking forward to your suggestions! More like begging for them!!!!
Sweetpea
I cannot decide what on earth would be the best kind of 'sneak peak' to put on my blog for you to read; a poem explaining it slightly, a synopsis of the whole thing, or just a chapter to give you a inside, exclusive look... what do you think; better yet, what do you want?
I need you to tell me what you think would be the best one to do, because I cannot decide... I have almost decided NOT to do a whole chapter, because they run anywhere from ten to TWENTY pages long! But it is totally up to you. Please leave in the comments your suggestions.
And, yes, I can give a hint to the riddle... he- he... this hint will probably give the whole thing away... oh, well
Life on earth cannot survive without it
That is the hint.
Looking forward to your suggestions! More like begging for them!!!!
Sweetpea
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The next riddle
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
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
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
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