I would really appreciate it if everyone would pray for my mom. She is scheduled for a hysterectomy on January 26. She is going to be in a hospital two and a half hours away from home and I and the younger siblings are going to be staying home while she and dad go, unless plans change.
Please pray for safety in the operating room, for God to bless the surgeon’s hands and guide them, for a speedy and wholesome recovery, friends and family to visit her while she is in the hospital so that she does not get lonely, and finally a safe return home. Please pray that God protect us children while we are at home and to help mom in the best ways possible.
It is going to be chaos around here for a while as we prepare for this so please pray for harmony and patience while we prepare!
Sweetpea
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Sneek Peak of my Book!!!
Well, here it is! The sneak peak of my book! The first part is actually from my book. It is kind of choppy, as I have cut some stuff out of it, but you’ll get the point! The rest is a sum up of the whole thing…I think…anyway, please tell me what you think!!!
In days of old, a long time nigh,
We lived in a mountain near the sky,
Before came these days ever so dark.
A dragon red came from the skies so blue,
Came and stole the things we once knew.
Now we live low and unknown!
But we were promised one day of old,
We will regain our throne of ancient gold,
By a prince and dragon’s son.
For us to regain our old mountain home,
To finally end our aimless roam,
This prince must suffer great loss.
He will lead us in the way,
To become our king in that day.
When he slays the worm and the witch who broke us.
Send him quickly Mighty One!
We wait for this great dragon’s son,
Patiently we wait for freedom pledged.
It had once been a Wovlen lullaby that most women sang at the cradles of their sons hoping that they would be the prince to come.
“He will most assuredly have his hands full- that is if he does come.” Keegan sighed doubtfully.
“Do you not believe that the prophecies of old will come to pass?” A familiar voice spoke behind Keegan.
The sudden sound startled Keegan and he spun round to face Walneff.
“Oh, Walneff. I did not hear you come near.” Keegan said shyly.
“Yes, I get the impression that many people do not expect me, but you, however, were listening most attentively to that song being sung below.” Walneff stated.
He rubbed his beard thoughtfully as he looked down below, then he stopped and faced Keegan.
“Thou hast not answered my question.” He reminded.
Keegan shrugged his shoulders.
“It is not that I doubt them, it’s just- well, they have not come to past hitherto and I don’t see why they should nowadays or in the days to come.” He looked down at the woman as she finished picking flowers and started to walk back toward the castle “All I see is wishful thinking. It was probably just a song made to cause empty wishes to float on singing voices to the cradles of innocent babes.” Keegan finished with an irritated tone.
“Ah, so you do not believe that the prophecies ever existed?” Walneff asked with an air and with his hand still stroking his beard as he looked back down at the garden still wet with dew.
“Nay, if they did not exist then they would not be sung today, however I do not believe that they are- well-” Keegan broke off unsure of the proper word to use.
“True? You do not believe that they are true? Prophecies foretold of the Dragon Forest one day becoming a haven for dragons and it came to pass. Why should this one not also?” Walneff questioned quietly with one hand held out toward the garden, the other on his hip and his face toward Keegan.
Keegan stared at Walneff for a minute then looked out at the garden.
After a moment, Keegan spoke quietly.
“There is no reason why the prophecy should not come true except that what man would be great enough to ‘kill the dragon’ and ‘help to slay the witch’? Who would be fool enough to try?” He sighed.
“A dragon’s son.” Walneff answered gently while looking down at the garden.
* * * *
Keegan is a man that has been hunted all of his life, because of his family heritage.
He is lost, confused, and uncertain, tormented by his past; and yet is strong, steady and ready for what lies ahead.
He must find the one who can truly help him through his troubles. That one is Dayspring.
He was once a dragon slayers son, now a dragon’s son.
He was once a nomad, hunted and outcast; now a prince to come.
He shall slay the worm, free the princess, and kill the witch of old.
He shall sit in the mountain of his ancestors upon a throne of ancient gold.
In days of old, a long time nigh,
We lived in a mountain near the sky,
Before came these days ever so dark.
A dragon red came from the skies so blue,
Came and stole the things we once knew.
Now we live low and unknown!
But we were promised one day of old,
We will regain our throne of ancient gold,
By a prince and dragon’s son.
For us to regain our old mountain home,
To finally end our aimless roam,
This prince must suffer great loss.
He will lead us in the way,
To become our king in that day.
When he slays the worm and the witch who broke us.
Send him quickly Mighty One!
We wait for this great dragon’s son,
Patiently we wait for freedom pledged.
It had once been a Wovlen lullaby that most women sang at the cradles of their sons hoping that they would be the prince to come.
“He will most assuredly have his hands full- that is if he does come.” Keegan sighed doubtfully.
“Do you not believe that the prophecies of old will come to pass?” A familiar voice spoke behind Keegan.
The sudden sound startled Keegan and he spun round to face Walneff.
“Oh, Walneff. I did not hear you come near.” Keegan said shyly.
“Yes, I get the impression that many people do not expect me, but you, however, were listening most attentively to that song being sung below.” Walneff stated.
He rubbed his beard thoughtfully as he looked down below, then he stopped and faced Keegan.
“Thou hast not answered my question.” He reminded.
Keegan shrugged his shoulders.
“It is not that I doubt them, it’s just- well, they have not come to past hitherto and I don’t see why they should nowadays or in the days to come.” He looked down at the woman as she finished picking flowers and started to walk back toward the castle “All I see is wishful thinking. It was probably just a song made to cause empty wishes to float on singing voices to the cradles of innocent babes.” Keegan finished with an irritated tone.
“Ah, so you do not believe that the prophecies ever existed?” Walneff asked with an air and with his hand still stroking his beard as he looked back down at the garden still wet with dew.
“Nay, if they did not exist then they would not be sung today, however I do not believe that they are- well-” Keegan broke off unsure of the proper word to use.
“True? You do not believe that they are true? Prophecies foretold of the Dragon Forest one day becoming a haven for dragons and it came to pass. Why should this one not also?” Walneff questioned quietly with one hand held out toward the garden, the other on his hip and his face toward Keegan.
Keegan stared at Walneff for a minute then looked out at the garden.
After a moment, Keegan spoke quietly.
“There is no reason why the prophecy should not come true except that what man would be great enough to ‘kill the dragon’ and ‘help to slay the witch’? Who would be fool enough to try?” He sighed.
“A dragon’s son.” Walneff answered gently while looking down at the garden.
* * * *
Keegan is a man that has been hunted all of his life, because of his family heritage.
He is lost, confused, and uncertain, tormented by his past; and yet is strong, steady and ready for what lies ahead.
He must find the one who can truly help him through his troubles. That one is Dayspring.
He was once a dragon slayers son, now a dragon’s son.
He was once a nomad, hunted and outcast; now a prince to come.
He shall slay the worm, free the princess, and kill the witch of old.
He shall sit in the mountain of his ancestors upon a throne of ancient gold.
A Hint to the Riddle
Come on guys! I know that you can do better than this! Take a couple of guesses! Jen did and she had a good one! Never hurts to guess!
*sigh*
Well, the hint is this:
Think of CARS the movie. (Pixar/Disney animated movie)
Ok, that was probably just the answer, but well see if you guys can get it... some of you might not get it if you have never seen the movie, but I know that everyone goes to Wal- mart at some point in their life and CARS the movie is usually all over Wal- mart and one can usually guess what it is about. Generaly.
Anyway, happy guessing and thanks Jen for leaving a comment! That was a really good one!
Sweetpea
*sigh*
Well, the hint is this:
Think of CARS the movie. (Pixar/Disney animated movie)
Ok, that was probably just the answer, but well see if you guys can get it... some of you might not get it if you have never seen the movie, but I know that everyone goes to Wal- mart at some point in their life and CARS the movie is usually all over Wal- mart and one can usually guess what it is about. Generaly.
Anyway, happy guessing and thanks Jen for leaving a comment! That was a really good one!
Sweetpea
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The next riddle
Here I sit with a cookie in my mouth...home made...I made it...extremely delicious. MMmmmm!
Anyway, the family is just finishing Finding Nemo... Dorry is my favorite. Her and I have alot in common...
Anyway, here is the next riddle!
What 7 letter word is spelled the same both forward and backward in English?
Can you guess it? Its a pretty good one and often told...
I can give a hint if need be...
Anyway, that sneak peak of my book is coming soon! I plan to publish it soon. I have it done, just need to make the necassary corrections and publish it on here!
Well, hope you get the riddle figured out soon!!!
Anyway, the family is just finishing Finding Nemo... Dorry is my favorite. Her and I have alot in common...
Anyway, here is the next riddle!
What 7 letter word is spelled the same both forward and backward in English?
Can you guess it? Its a pretty good one and often told...
I can give a hint if need be...
Anyway, that sneak peak of my book is coming soon! I plan to publish it soon. I have it done, just need to make the necassary corrections and publish it on here!
Well, hope you get the riddle figured out soon!!!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A gift or a nightmare?
I received a gift several nights ago, that was very, very well wrapped.
I tear off one wrapper, then another, then another, then another, until finally I tore off the last wrapper and found…A rubicks cube?
Oh, yeah! It was one of those things!
I politely said thank you, and instantly begin to try and solve the puzzle, because gift giver had so kindly messed it up before she wrapped it and when a puzzle is messed up, I absolutely HAVE to solve it!
An hour and a half later of fighting with the beast, I was considering taking my polite ‘thank you’ back!
I sat up until 1:50 in the morning fighting with that thing unitl mom brought me out of the spell that the evil thing was casting and I was not able to solve the puzzle that night!!! I went to bed and ended up dreaming about it all night long!
As you can imagine my misery in the morning; I felt like chunking the thing outside and leaving it there for the dogs, but soon as I picked it up, I found myself completely absorbed in it again.
My past hate for those things began to arise within me once again!
Finally, a day or two later of fighting with it, my sweet, sweet mother got on the internet and found some instructions on how to solve it.
I was sure that I would have it solved in no time at all…
Well, an hour later I was growling at the thing and about ready to blow fire and torch it along with the instructions and the instruction writer would have been glad that I did not know him!
My sweet, sweet mother asks for it to see if she could solve it, so I begrudgingly gave it up to her.
See, those thing are to me like what the ring of power was to Gollum… He hated and loved the ring; I hated and hated the cube, but never want anyone to touch it!!! Anyway.
Maybe 30 minuets later of working on the cube and building a web site, my mother solved the nasty thing. Extremly talented person to muti task in such a way...
Anyway, I cant say for sure how I felt…like overjoyed, but angry that I could not solve it…oh who cares?
Anyway, I took the cube and the instructions and put them in a secret hiding place upstairs so nobody would mess it up.
A few days later, while I am at work, mom calls and asks if she and sister #2 can play with my cube. I say no playfully.
Later when they come to pick me up from work, I find out something horrible…they bought more from Wal-Mart!!!
Heaven take me home!!! I can’t stand to look at those things anymore!!! Why me???
Well, to say the least, I have not really had to even look at the nasty things. Everybody else has been having fun solving them, which is fine with me! They can keep em!
I do intend one of these days to sit down and memorize the whole instructions so that I can solve it anywhere. I have got part of it already memorized, but I am not ready to memorize anymore until I have memorized plenty of scripture on patience and until I have had my fill of peace within myself!!!
I tear off one wrapper, then another, then another, then another, until finally I tore off the last wrapper and found…A rubicks cube?
Oh, yeah! It was one of those things!
I politely said thank you, and instantly begin to try and solve the puzzle, because gift giver had so kindly messed it up before she wrapped it and when a puzzle is messed up, I absolutely HAVE to solve it!
An hour and a half later of fighting with the beast, I was considering taking my polite ‘thank you’ back!
I sat up until 1:50 in the morning fighting with that thing unitl mom brought me out of the spell that the evil thing was casting and I was not able to solve the puzzle that night!!! I went to bed and ended up dreaming about it all night long!
As you can imagine my misery in the morning; I felt like chunking the thing outside and leaving it there for the dogs, but soon as I picked it up, I found myself completely absorbed in it again.
My past hate for those things began to arise within me once again!
Finally, a day or two later of fighting with it, my sweet, sweet mother got on the internet and found some instructions on how to solve it.
I was sure that I would have it solved in no time at all…
Well, an hour later I was growling at the thing and about ready to blow fire and torch it along with the instructions and the instruction writer would have been glad that I did not know him!
My sweet, sweet mother asks for it to see if she could solve it, so I begrudgingly gave it up to her.
See, those thing are to me like what the ring of power was to Gollum… He hated and loved the ring; I hated and hated the cube, but never want anyone to touch it!!! Anyway.
Maybe 30 minuets later of working on the cube and building a web site, my mother solved the nasty thing. Extremly talented person to muti task in such a way...
Anyway, I cant say for sure how I felt…like overjoyed, but angry that I could not solve it…oh who cares?
Anyway, I took the cube and the instructions and put them in a secret hiding place upstairs so nobody would mess it up.
A few days later, while I am at work, mom calls and asks if she and sister #2 can play with my cube. I say no playfully.
Later when they come to pick me up from work, I find out something horrible…they bought more from Wal-Mart!!!
Heaven take me home!!! I can’t stand to look at those things anymore!!! Why me???
Well, to say the least, I have not really had to even look at the nasty things. Everybody else has been having fun solving them, which is fine with me! They can keep em!
I do intend one of these days to sit down and memorize the whole instructions so that I can solve it anywhere. I have got part of it already memorized, but I am not ready to memorize anymore until I have memorized plenty of scripture on patience and until I have had my fill of peace within myself!!!
My time with baby sister:
She woke up from a nap this afternoon (an extremely rare thing) and I found out that she had not eaten lunch yet today (I have been out helping dad fix the septic system all day).
So I fixed her up a Sloppy Jo while she jabbers to me about a robot book that she has found fascinating, though I barely understood a word that she said other than “oh wow! Wooky here!” which of course is “oh wow! Looky here!”.
Her little eye caught sight of daddy’s chip bag and she pointed up at it and asked:
“Chps. Peez!”
So I put a pile of chips on her plate and told her it was ready.
“Hehe! Yay! Dank oo Rat!” She says as she runs over to her chair. (My name is Rat.)
I set the plate down and put her bib on and sat her in her seat. We say a prayer and she digs into the pile of chips.
I go to the fridge and pull out the jug of chocolate milk (complements of Mr. Ed our x- neighbor) and pour her a cup and loosen it up with some goats milk, then I commence to drinken the rest out of the jug.
She watched me drink from the jug intently as I helped her to eat her sloppy Sloppy Jo until she busted out laughing as she watched as I tried to catch the last few drops from the jug.
Dad needs me outside, so I ask her if she wants to go outside.
“Yes!! Outsi! Yay!”
So I help her to put on her socks and shoes and coat and hat, then commence to putt’in on my shoes. She promptly notices that I do not put on socks.
“Rat! Socks? Socks?”
“I don’t wear socks sweetheart.”
“Ooooh. Otay.”
We go outside and within a few seconds time I teach her to say:
“I love you.”
Which actually comes out:
“I- yeeovs- you.”
And she tells that to daddy.
She watches for a moment as I help dad in the muddy hole then she goes to beat up on brother #2 because he is sitting on HER seesaw.
Well, near dark, dad and I get to a stopping point and start to put things up in our red building.
She came over to me and dad when she heard us finishing sawing the last railroad tie to put in the hole tomorrow.
“Da, see? Pinks!” She tells daddy as she points at her face with her pink sunglasses on upside down.
“Do you have your sunglasses on?” Da exclaims enthusiastically.
“Yup.” She answers.
She helps dad and I put things up and has dad pull a certain chain to make the hibernating wasps all fall to the ground so that she can stomp on them.
I then need to drive the van round to the house, so I put her in the front seat and climb in.
Her little head had swollen a size larger since I put her in that seat only a few seconds before.
“Bid derl.” She tells me with those pink sunglasses half way on her nose. (big girl)
I drive the van around and she goes into hysterics as I start to play with the lights and broken radio. She thinks that I am hilarious.
Finally, sister #2 comes along and plays party pooper; so I shut the van off and walk round to the other side and opened the crinkled door and get her out.
I carry her into the house and help her to strip off her jacket and shoes and socks and hat, but she keeps the glasses.
We wash our hands and dry them and come into the dining room and she spys the bubbles on the table.
“Boes? Rat, boes?”
“Bubbles” I correct.
“Bubboohs” She says.
I tell her not right now and mom informs me that if I do that, I will not be her best friend anymore, so I come up with a plan and we stop at mom’s computer to look at one of her favorite things: dragon pictures. Bubbles are soon forgetten.
After the dragon pictures are over, she finds a couple of Lego dudes and wants me to play with her, but I was busy trying to type this down. Therefore, I used my greatest gift ever; the power of persuasion. I persuaded her to go play with the ‘duys’ brother #1, sister #3 and brother #2.
She plays a moment, but when I am completely absorbed in typing this out, she quietly sneaks over and steals the bubbles, takes them into another room, opens the lid, then takes the open jug to mom, who did not appreciate the task that baby wanted her to perform.
So, as always, older sister gets in trouble.
I take the bubbles and she starts to cry and follow me as I take them away.
I stop and blow ten bubbles for her and she is happy.
I put the bubbles up and explain to dad why his princess was crying, and then I start to walk back to the computer and catch her taking off with the sack of chips…
Here we go again!
So I fixed her up a Sloppy Jo while she jabbers to me about a robot book that she has found fascinating, though I barely understood a word that she said other than “oh wow! Wooky here!” which of course is “oh wow! Looky here!”.
Her little eye caught sight of daddy’s chip bag and she pointed up at it and asked:
“Chps. Peez!”
So I put a pile of chips on her plate and told her it was ready.
“Hehe! Yay! Dank oo Rat!” She says as she runs over to her chair. (My name is Rat.)
I set the plate down and put her bib on and sat her in her seat. We say a prayer and she digs into the pile of chips.
I go to the fridge and pull out the jug of chocolate milk (complements of Mr. Ed our x- neighbor) and pour her a cup and loosen it up with some goats milk, then I commence to drinken the rest out of the jug.
She watched me drink from the jug intently as I helped her to eat her sloppy Sloppy Jo until she busted out laughing as she watched as I tried to catch the last few drops from the jug.
Dad needs me outside, so I ask her if she wants to go outside.
“Yes!! Outsi! Yay!”
So I help her to put on her socks and shoes and coat and hat, then commence to putt’in on my shoes. She promptly notices that I do not put on socks.
“Rat! Socks? Socks?”
“I don’t wear socks sweetheart.”
“Ooooh. Otay.”
We go outside and within a few seconds time I teach her to say:
“I love you.”
Which actually comes out:
“I- yeeovs- you.”
And she tells that to daddy.
She watches for a moment as I help dad in the muddy hole then she goes to beat up on brother #2 because he is sitting on HER seesaw.
Well, near dark, dad and I get to a stopping point and start to put things up in our red building.
She came over to me and dad when she heard us finishing sawing the last railroad tie to put in the hole tomorrow.
“Da, see? Pinks!” She tells daddy as she points at her face with her pink sunglasses on upside down.
“Do you have your sunglasses on?” Da exclaims enthusiastically.
“Yup.” She answers.
She helps dad and I put things up and has dad pull a certain chain to make the hibernating wasps all fall to the ground so that she can stomp on them.
I then need to drive the van round to the house, so I put her in the front seat and climb in.
Her little head had swollen a size larger since I put her in that seat only a few seconds before.
“Bid derl.” She tells me with those pink sunglasses half way on her nose. (big girl)
I drive the van around and she goes into hysterics as I start to play with the lights and broken radio. She thinks that I am hilarious.
Finally, sister #2 comes along and plays party pooper; so I shut the van off and walk round to the other side and opened the crinkled door and get her out.
I carry her into the house and help her to strip off her jacket and shoes and socks and hat, but she keeps the glasses.
We wash our hands and dry them and come into the dining room and she spys the bubbles on the table.
“Boes? Rat, boes?”
“Bubbles” I correct.
“Bubboohs” She says.
I tell her not right now and mom informs me that if I do that, I will not be her best friend anymore, so I come up with a plan and we stop at mom’s computer to look at one of her favorite things: dragon pictures. Bubbles are soon forgetten.
After the dragon pictures are over, she finds a couple of Lego dudes and wants me to play with her, but I was busy trying to type this down. Therefore, I used my greatest gift ever; the power of persuasion. I persuaded her to go play with the ‘duys’ brother #1, sister #3 and brother #2.
She plays a moment, but when I am completely absorbed in typing this out, she quietly sneaks over and steals the bubbles, takes them into another room, opens the lid, then takes the open jug to mom, who did not appreciate the task that baby wanted her to perform.
So, as always, older sister gets in trouble.
I take the bubbles and she starts to cry and follow me as I take them away.
I stop and blow ten bubbles for her and she is happy.
I put the bubbles up and explain to dad why his princess was crying, and then I start to walk back to the computer and catch her taking off with the sack of chips…
Here we go again!
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