Now thats just not cool. I used to post all the time and then I took a break. And now everyone never checks my blog anymore!? Eyyyiiiiiiee! No point in posting now.
Ugh.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Unique..eh?
After a full days work and many steps to success. Here we are. 10 eggs :D which are all very special in their own way...:D
Sunday, March 26, 2006
School Assignment
On my spring break I was told I was going to Tofino with my grandparents. I wasn’t expecting to go to Tofino but plans change. What I did expect was to stay here and take a nice art class or something. But, this spring break I was going to Tofino. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, and then I was told I had to wear rubber boots. That didn’t help. But I was going. And that was that. So I packed and left. The ferry ride was okay; I played video games the whole time with my brother and by the time we ran out of money we were at Vancouver Island. The parking lot to the ferry was loud and dusty, you could hear peoples voices ring out, calling to each other. You could see into dusty car windows and see sleeping people waking up after a long nap. We got into our truck and we ditched the ferry. I’ll never be on this same ferry again, I thought. And we were gone.
Once we were in Tofino I was sure I was going to be sick. I must have eaten a buckets worth of Pringles and that sickened me. I got out of the big truck that had been pulling the RV the whole way up here. My legs had ached earlier today, but they still felt sore, but better. I stepped out onto the camping ground and decided to go check out my surroundings. I climbed down a wall that hung around behind our campsite and down in to the beach. The beach was long and thick. Watery sand clung together as you walked on it. The air smelled fresh, new and exciting. I ran on it. Just to get the last pains out of my legs. I went up to the waves, and they fell on me. I went back inside and was scolded for being silly and for getting wet. Still I liked the salty water and it was a beautiful feeling.
A few days went by like this and we had to leave this beach. So, we moved on to a new campground. I didn’t like the site of it at first, but it as soon as I got out of the truck. Something told me it was going to be great. So I took a walk down the path back toward the lodge and I found a swing set, the lame thing about it was it was only for 8 year olds. So, I decided to go see what the lodge was like. I went in and the Lady standing behind the counter asked me if she could help me and I answered, “No, but thanks. I’m just looking around.” And she replied, “Oh! Well, would you like to use the computer?” “You mean that one?” I pointed to the friendly looking machine standing over by the corner waiting for someone to approach it. “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” I walked over to it. And wriggled the mouse to see the screen. “Now if you need any help getting on to it…” she trailed off and laughed as she saw me already online. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said and she smiled and walked away.
I stayed on the computer for a while and then my Grandma came and told me to go check out that great river. I thanked the woman behind the counter and left the lodge. I ran down to where my Grandma instructed me to go. And then ran down this load of stairs and found myself jumping off this dock type thing on to a pile of stand there was ankle deep water and copper stones underneath it coiling around little islands of sand. I liked it.
I saw my brother over on the next little island and I ran toward him. I saw that he had made some sort of a bridge out of a few loose branches that happened to float by. “Hi!” I waved over at him. I jumped that last way over to the island and there I was. “Hey,” Luke greeted me back. “You know what would be fun? Taking your shoes off.” I said I dropped to the ground and started to pull off my shoes and Luke looked at me blankly and said; “You shouldn’t do that. There’s like spiders in the sand and stuff.” “So?” I asked. I went over and sat on the bank of the island. I sat there for like 5 minutes and then Luke asked; “Do you wanna go back now?” “Sure.” I agreed and we made our way back up to the RV. We stepped in to the RV and Luke switched on the Television and I sat down and read my book. It seemed like hours went by. Before I knew it I had to go to my Grandparent’s friends. They had a monster of a house. It was unbelievable. The next day we left.
Back on the road, we traveled a few hours and we were in Victoria. Where I met my parents and it was time to go home.
Hannah Wildeman
Grade. 5
Once we were in Tofino I was sure I was going to be sick. I must have eaten a buckets worth of Pringles and that sickened me. I got out of the big truck that had been pulling the RV the whole way up here. My legs had ached earlier today, but they still felt sore, but better. I stepped out onto the camping ground and decided to go check out my surroundings. I climbed down a wall that hung around behind our campsite and down in to the beach. The beach was long and thick. Watery sand clung together as you walked on it. The air smelled fresh, new and exciting. I ran on it. Just to get the last pains out of my legs. I went up to the waves, and they fell on me. I went back inside and was scolded for being silly and for getting wet. Still I liked the salty water and it was a beautiful feeling.
A few days went by like this and we had to leave this beach. So, we moved on to a new campground. I didn’t like the site of it at first, but it as soon as I got out of the truck. Something told me it was going to be great. So I took a walk down the path back toward the lodge and I found a swing set, the lame thing about it was it was only for 8 year olds. So, I decided to go see what the lodge was like. I went in and the Lady standing behind the counter asked me if she could help me and I answered, “No, but thanks. I’m just looking around.” And she replied, “Oh! Well, would you like to use the computer?” “You mean that one?” I pointed to the friendly looking machine standing over by the corner waiting for someone to approach it. “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” I walked over to it. And wriggled the mouse to see the screen. “Now if you need any help getting on to it…” she trailed off and laughed as she saw me already online. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said and she smiled and walked away.
I stayed on the computer for a while and then my Grandma came and told me to go check out that great river. I thanked the woman behind the counter and left the lodge. I ran down to where my Grandma instructed me to go. And then ran down this load of stairs and found myself jumping off this dock type thing on to a pile of stand there was ankle deep water and copper stones underneath it coiling around little islands of sand. I liked it.
I saw my brother over on the next little island and I ran toward him. I saw that he had made some sort of a bridge out of a few loose branches that happened to float by. “Hi!” I waved over at him. I jumped that last way over to the island and there I was. “Hey,” Luke greeted me back. “You know what would be fun? Taking your shoes off.” I said I dropped to the ground and started to pull off my shoes and Luke looked at me blankly and said; “You shouldn’t do that. There’s like spiders in the sand and stuff.” “So?” I asked. I went over and sat on the bank of the island. I sat there for like 5 minutes and then Luke asked; “Do you wanna go back now?” “Sure.” I agreed and we made our way back up to the RV. We stepped in to the RV and Luke switched on the Television and I sat down and read my book. It seemed like hours went by. Before I knew it I had to go to my Grandparent’s friends. They had a monster of a house. It was unbelievable. The next day we left.
Back on the road, we traveled a few hours and we were in Victoria. Where I met my parents and it was time to go home.
Hannah Wildeman
Grade. 5
Friday, March 17, 2006
sane and organization
Well, here we are at..uh, whatever this campsite is called. I've been away since tuesday. The trip started as usual; on the road. And lead to the camping ground, Tofino, Long Beach. We left this morning sometime. The trip to this campsite which I will now decide to call 'Here', so the trip to Here was 3 hours but felt like 15 minutes, I guess thats the magic of a good book. We got here about a half an hour ago now. When we first got here I took a stroll up to the lodge and found about the lamest swing set to ever see the living day light. Luke liked it. And I found a computer in the lodge. The is more homey than I thought. When I first entered the Lodge I thought it was a cold hearted building. its really not. Theres a Tv and free coffee and a fire place and board games. And hehe the computer. Well I ought to go now.
-Red
-Red
Friday, March 10, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
But these things pop up...
Usually whenever I hear somthing or go through a stage or somthing happens I get an image. Its very odd. For example when I was little and when I laughed so hard and so long that it felt like I ran out of laughs, it would remind me of an endless white fence. And when I was very little probably around 4 or 5, I am not sure what happened I may have fallen asleep or blanked out or went deep in thought but all these images and visions flashed through my mind. It was all deju vu and some of those visions happened a few years later. Sometimes things happen and I remember it and it feels like I have seen it before.
But I know I haven't. I find this very interesting. And it all happened back then. It seems like everything was created then.
Sometimes I forget what thought or situation matches the image then I have the situation and the image comes.
I have no idea if this is just me if its fate or everyone has this. But I get alot out of it. It seems to keep me sane.
Maybe its the only thing keeping me sane. But I just remember shutting my eyes and all this flashed through my head.
How did I do that? Then again I highly doubt I did it. It seems amazing. Then a few nights ago I had this dream and I wonder if it even was a dream. I think I entered someone elses body. I was living someone elses life I remember her small room on the edge of her house and looking out the window and seeing cars go by on the highway. I know this life was not mine. I do not know where this person lives. I am sure that this person is really out there in the world. It was like I was self projecting. When the soul leaves the body. It seems amazing, I must have been there a while because I remember going to bed and choosing clothes from the wardrobe and it was all different. I remember wearing a black shirt that was crochet with a black tank top underneath and jeans with sma dimond studs going down one leg. The room walls were painted red and she had a coat rack with hats and purses covering it. They were all spunky and different. I also remember wearing a lime green sparkly top. She seemed to have a funky sort of style. Laundry covered all sides of the small room. The bed had really pale white green sheets and white and red
pillow covers and randomly colored quilts. the room was small and oddly shaped and had windows on all the sides.
It seemed very mysterious. I remember looking in to the mirror a few times and seeing a girl with brown hair and brown eyes her hair was long and her face held a frown I wonder why I was frowning. I think she is really out there now, alive.
Last year I studied First Nations and the Navajo's. The Navajo's believe in self projecting any of the medicine men can do it and people can be gifted with it. It is when the soul leaves the body. I may have done it once. Or it was just a dream. But I do not want to think of it again. If by any chance I did self project I do not wish to let myself at it again.
But I know I haven't. I find this very interesting. And it all happened back then. It seems like everything was created then.
Sometimes I forget what thought or situation matches the image then I have the situation and the image comes.
I have no idea if this is just me if its fate or everyone has this. But I get alot out of it. It seems to keep me sane.
Maybe its the only thing keeping me sane. But I just remember shutting my eyes and all this flashed through my head.
How did I do that? Then again I highly doubt I did it. It seems amazing. Then a few nights ago I had this dream and I wonder if it even was a dream. I think I entered someone elses body. I was living someone elses life I remember her small room on the edge of her house and looking out the window and seeing cars go by on the highway. I know this life was not mine. I do not know where this person lives. I am sure that this person is really out there in the world. It was like I was self projecting. When the soul leaves the body. It seems amazing, I must have been there a while because I remember going to bed and choosing clothes from the wardrobe and it was all different. I remember wearing a black shirt that was crochet with a black tank top underneath and jeans with sma dimond studs going down one leg. The room walls were painted red and she had a coat rack with hats and purses covering it. They were all spunky and different. I also remember wearing a lime green sparkly top. She seemed to have a funky sort of style. Laundry covered all sides of the small room. The bed had really pale white green sheets and white and red
pillow covers and randomly colored quilts. the room was small and oddly shaped and had windows on all the sides.
It seemed very mysterious. I remember looking in to the mirror a few times and seeing a girl with brown hair and brown eyes her hair was long and her face held a frown I wonder why I was frowning. I think she is really out there now, alive.
Last year I studied First Nations and the Navajo's. The Navajo's believe in self projecting any of the medicine men can do it and people can be gifted with it. It is when the soul leaves the body. I may have done it once. Or it was just a dream. But I do not want to think of it again. If by any chance I did self project I do not wish to let myself at it again.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Contest
Well, for a fact I don't know if I want to enter this contest. The orthodox youth is having a writting/arts contest.
My Mom says I should enter. But I don't know if I should. I know I probably won't win. I am not a very talented person.
But I would like to get others opinions on this.
My Mom says I should enter. But I don't know if I should. I know I probably won't win. I am not a very talented person.
But I would like to get others opinions on this.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
This
This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
My Sanity
Today, started out like your typical Saturday. I woke up at 11 and turned on the radio. And after forcing myself to get out of bed, at last; I spat my hair out of my face and let the day soak in, let my body sink in to the mattress one more time I got up. I went over and put my house coat on wraping the belt in a tight knot I left my room went in to the kitchen to snag a peice of cake and milk. Good breakfast. Got eggs in it ;). After that I left my plate up by the sink and left the kitchen. I got myself ready for the day; Shower, running a comb through hair, wash face etc. Next I went to the sunroom and turned on the fire place. I then watched a movie with Luke and went on the computer. Then Mom came home and we went to a dance show at my school and I met up with some friends and I sat with them. And we laughed and had a great time. Then I we walked home and here I am sitting her typing...
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
A
A short post full of wisdom is better than a post long and full of gray.
And seeing your letters apear on the page instead of constantly trying and seeing nothing form. Frustration.
And looking in to the mirror and seeing that your hair hardly tangled at all durning the night is better than waking up and running your hand through your hair and feeling your hand stop in an instant and a hard pull on your hair.
And clicking the mouse on your computer and having it go right to the website you wanted is better than waiting for what seems like hours for it to go to the site.
And being covered in friends is better than be shuved off in to the sidelines wishing a bus would come and pick you up.
And jumping in to a lake and taking your sweet time to come up is better than dropping and feeling suck to the bottom.
RED
And seeing your letters apear on the page instead of constantly trying and seeing nothing form. Frustration.
And looking in to the mirror and seeing that your hair hardly tangled at all durning the night is better than waking up and running your hand through your hair and feeling your hand stop in an instant and a hard pull on your hair.
And clicking the mouse on your computer and having it go right to the website you wanted is better than waiting for what seems like hours for it to go to the site.
And being covered in friends is better than be shuved off in to the sidelines wishing a bus would come and pick you up.
And jumping in to a lake and taking your sweet time to come up is better than dropping and feeling suck to the bottom.
RED
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Whats does one do??
What does one do when they feel as though 2 evil walls are caveing in upon them. What does one do when their heart feels its going to gush out in pain. What does one do when tears are running down their face and you can't think clearly, nor see.
Whats does one do when their eyes hurt so much from been burnt with water. What does one do when their face is sticky and stained with tears.
There is no real answer to this, except; Believe.
Whats does one do when their eyes hurt so much from been burnt with water. What does one do when their face is sticky and stained with tears.
There is no real answer to this, except; Believe.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
take a deep breath
There is always someone there for us. Even if they are gone. And you can't see them. There is always someone there for us. Always. God may be in heaven, the kingdom above. But he is always there for us. You can't know without trying. You always have someone by your side, even if they're not by your side. Sort of like if you want a thought but then you may not want to want to have that thought. That person that is always by your side is Christ. He is our deep breath. When we breath in a deep breath we should be breathing knowledge and relaxation, calmness and beauty. Grace will always be with us, by our side.
When we breath we breath in bits of him. He is inside us. Healing and forgiving us. He is the one who makes the sun pour in to your room. And the one who makes the heavenly rain fall.
The one who is always there for us, even if you can't see it.
Take a breath right now and try.
He is.
Friday, February 10, 2006
a bubble
Gum:
Pink, round, cute, puffed. Floating in it own pretty way till it deflates.
B Bath:
Shinny, has its own glass of color. Everyone of those shimmys has its own shin and shim.
Balloon:
Jumpy. Very strong. Has a bold color and seems to stretch as far as life can take it.
sauce when is boils:
Glumpy, mashy, steaming. A bubble of taste. floats around ready to be consumed
chocolate:
hmm hmm! Yummyness before your eyes! glosty smashing popping right there. Makes you feel eager.
Pink, round, cute, puffed. Floating in it own pretty way till it deflates.
B Bath:
Shinny, has its own glass of color. Everyone of those shimmys has its own shin and shim.
Balloon:
Jumpy. Very strong. Has a bold color and seems to stretch as far as life can take it.
sauce when is boils:
Glumpy, mashy, steaming. A bubble of taste. floats around ready to be consumed
chocolate:
hmm hmm! Yummyness before your eyes! glosty smashing popping right there. Makes you feel eager.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
timers
Sometimes, sometimes things just happen slowly. And sometimes things happen fast as the beat of my heart thumps in your ear. As you pound hard on the ground with your feet as you run in a race time passes. If you are walking home and then you decide to go another way your life changed just then; if you went another way you could have had a whole different experience. Your life could have been different in that time. Yes, time is a awkward thing, we know that its movin and groovin and we can't keep up with it. It's too good a dancer to compete with. The air rings above us as time flys...
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
pure
As it glugs...
As the sun dropped down on Madi and I as we walked outside. During our break for lunch. Outside. Madi and I. Sun glugging down. Mooing upon us. I looked over at Madi and her face was obviously made of pure gold drops. The wind brushed past us cointaining twinkles of shine. The drops of gold on the caked dirt on the ground reminded me of mustard on burnt toast. THe sun glowed on us and kept us warm under its golden and soft blanket.
As the sun dropped down on Madi and I as we walked outside. During our break for lunch. Outside. Madi and I. Sun glugging down. Mooing upon us. I looked over at Madi and her face was obviously made of pure gold drops. The wind brushed past us cointaining twinkles of shine. The drops of gold on the caked dirt on the ground reminded me of mustard on burnt toast. THe sun glowed on us and kept us warm under its golden and soft blanket.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
You can't give up...
You can't give up no matter how hard the world is crushing you between the rocks in the earth. Or how much the devil is knocking you down. Or how many times you want to kill. Or when you have such a dry throat you are suprised you are still alive and then you think God is saving me! God is watching over me. He always shall.. He always will.. He always is..
And you can't take it for granted even when you feel plum delightful and you are sitting by the fire reading the best book ever.
Or if you were in bed and sinking in to your matress and having the good reminder of: I don't have to get up till 3 if I want surounding you. You must keep your head straight and watch what is before you. But we know god it up there too...
Watching
Monday, February 06, 2006
For My Father
4 jobs:
1. A Student Of THe Langley Fine Arts School. Been one since Gr.1.
2. Picking up the dogs poo ;). Not pleasant.
3.Being good to the people I love. Which, pray for me; I am not the best at always.
4.Pretending...
4 movies I could watch over and over...
1. The Lord Of The Rings 1, 2, 3..
2. Charade
3. Napolean Dynimate
4. The Perfect Man
4 places i've lived:
1. Walnut Grove: Town House. Many awful dreams about dying there. Odd.
2. Walnut Grove: House House. Yes, The house house. MAny kids were there. Many. Yet, they just didn't except me.
3. I would have to say No Comment.
!
4. Fort Langley: Gorgeous. As my Dad said; Groovey.
4 albums:
1. Fiest (Sarah Harmer)
2. Sarah Harmer (You were here)
3. The Beatles
4. Nelly Fortardo
+ Many more...
4 fiction writers:
1. Judy Blume (sticks with the soul. All of her books)
2. C.S Lewis (Have to agree with Dad on this one:).)
3. Beverly Clearly (I quite enjoyed some of her books)
4. All of the traveling pants books!
4 poets:
I have read lots of poetry. But I can not name any of the poets I have read.
4 Playwriters:
Again Can't recall...
4 non-fiction writers:
Well;
The National Geographic Magazines. Maybe not a writer, yet there are many great stories in those that are non-fiction... Right?
Diary Of Ann Frank
The Dictionary
The Bible
4 heroes:
1. Jesus Christ
2. A Friend
3. Thought
4. Frodo and Sam
4 vacations:
1. Disney World 2004.
2.Echo Lake ( Wonder if The Dog was NAmed after it..)
3.Chaunagen LAke.
4. St. Arseny's Summer Camp
4 foods:
1. Meat Loaf
2. Speg ;)
3. Sausages From the Fort Langley Bakery
4. Chinese Food
4 places i'd rather be:
1. In Bed
2. Running
3. Alone
4. hanging out with friends
4 sites:
1. badgerbadgerbadger.com
2. JKrowling.com
3. Blogger.com ;) ;)
4. photobucket.com
4 bloggers to whom i'm passing this burden:
1. Ave
2. Mag
3. Gabe
4. Myn
1. A Student Of THe Langley Fine Arts School. Been one since Gr.1.
2. Picking up the dogs poo ;). Not pleasant.
3.Being good to the people I love. Which, pray for me; I am not the best at always.
4.Pretending...
4 movies I could watch over and over...
1. The Lord Of The Rings 1, 2, 3..
2. Charade
3. Napolean Dynimate
4. The Perfect Man
4 places i've lived:
1. Walnut Grove: Town House. Many awful dreams about dying there. Odd.
2. Walnut Grove: House House. Yes, The house house. MAny kids were there. Many. Yet, they just didn't except me.
3. I would have to say No Comment.
!
4. Fort Langley: Gorgeous. As my Dad said; Groovey.
4 albums:
1. Fiest (Sarah Harmer)
2. Sarah Harmer (You were here)
3. The Beatles
4. Nelly Fortardo
+ Many more...
4 fiction writers:
1. Judy Blume (sticks with the soul. All of her books)
2. C.S Lewis (Have to agree with Dad on this one:).)
3. Beverly Clearly (I quite enjoyed some of her books)
4. All of the traveling pants books!
4 poets:
I have read lots of poetry. But I can not name any of the poets I have read.
4 Playwriters:
Again Can't recall...
4 non-fiction writers:
Well;
The National Geographic Magazines. Maybe not a writer, yet there are many great stories in those that are non-fiction... Right?
Diary Of Ann Frank
The Dictionary
The Bible
4 heroes:
1. Jesus Christ
2. A Friend
3. Thought
4. Frodo and Sam
4 vacations:
1. Disney World 2004.
2.Echo Lake ( Wonder if The Dog was NAmed after it..)
3.Chaunagen LAke.
4. St. Arseny's Summer Camp
4 foods:
1. Meat Loaf
2. Speg ;)
3. Sausages From the Fort Langley Bakery
4. Chinese Food
4 places i'd rather be:
1. In Bed
2. Running
3. Alone
4. hanging out with friends
4 sites:
1. badgerbadgerbadger.com
2. JKrowling.com
3. Blogger.com ;) ;)
4. photobucket.com
4 bloggers to whom i'm passing this burden:
1. Ave
2. Mag
3. Gabe
4. Myn
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
When you have nothing to do sip peach juice
Wise advice?
I think so. In fact I am sipping peach juice right now. Not much of any information, but I do think it is very powerful; sipping peach juice, hmm. Brings beautiful thoughts :) mmm. I like having a spinning head. When I have nothing to do I like to let my mind spin and spin while I am consuming peach juice. Spinning. I have many thoughts. I think its amazing how everyone in this world has worries and thoughts and loved ones of their own. I like that alot. More than I like peach juice. The fruity colorful flavorful liquid bounces down my throat. Sort of feels like I am throwing myself in to an ocean. Apples are fun too. They are a fun fruit. I have so many reasons why, that I don't have any reasons at all. When I was little and Mom and I would go to chapters I would always like to touch the pink, smooth, heavy books. I still like the idea of them. That reminds me of peachs too. I have always thought of peachs to be spunky and fresh, fluffy at times. Then again they are a graceful fruit; which sounds very odd. A graceful fruit. hmm. Beautiful, spunky... Peaches. Fruit.
I think so. In fact I am sipping peach juice right now. Not much of any information, but I do think it is very powerful; sipping peach juice, hmm. Brings beautiful thoughts :) mmm. I like having a spinning head. When I have nothing to do I like to let my mind spin and spin while I am consuming peach juice. Spinning. I have many thoughts. I think its amazing how everyone in this world has worries and thoughts and loved ones of their own. I like that alot. More than I like peach juice. The fruity colorful flavorful liquid bounces down my throat. Sort of feels like I am throwing myself in to an ocean. Apples are fun too. They are a fun fruit. I have so many reasons why, that I don't have any reasons at all. When I was little and Mom and I would go to chapters I would always like to touch the pink, smooth, heavy books. I still like the idea of them. That reminds me of peachs too. I have always thought of peachs to be spunky and fresh, fluffy at times. Then again they are a graceful fruit; which sounds very odd. A graceful fruit. hmm. Beautiful, spunky... Peaches. Fruit.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
don't leave me...
She might leave me. I don't want her to.
It's Avery's birthday today. I am so happy for her. But it makes me sad.
I can't believe it. 13. No. It feels for me the trees are growing and i'm just the pond staying there. bubbling away.
Shr's growing up. I'm not. It feels so much like that some times. And it makes me cry. I feel awful when I do. Cause its so happy that she is growing up. I'd miss her by my side if she took off so far. It went from this:
4-6: We were always together. We would stay up till 2 when we were at each others house's. The New Years party that year we had a contest; whoever statyed up the latest won. We would keep ourselfs awake till talking about barbies *grin*. Ave won. =D
7-9= She would always have funny stories to tell. She would always keep me laughing and still does. She was almost perfect. No one is perfect. But it seemed like it. She is beautiful, Smart, Funny.
10-12= Always was there for me. I knew I could tell her anything. She was huggable and laughable. Still is. We talked and talked. We would goof off. We went through mess ups. And parties. Hard things, sad things, happy things.
I don't want to loose her.
It's Avery's birthday today. I am so happy for her. But it makes me sad.
I can't believe it. 13. No. It feels for me the trees are growing and i'm just the pond staying there. bubbling away.
Shr's growing up. I'm not. It feels so much like that some times. And it makes me cry. I feel awful when I do. Cause its so happy that she is growing up. I'd miss her by my side if she took off so far. It went from this:
4-6: We were always together. We would stay up till 2 when we were at each others house's. The New Years party that year we had a contest; whoever statyed up the latest won. We would keep ourselfs awake till talking about barbies *grin*. Ave won. =D
7-9= She would always have funny stories to tell. She would always keep me laughing and still does. She was almost perfect. No one is perfect. But it seemed like it. She is beautiful, Smart, Funny.
10-12= Always was there for me. I knew I could tell her anything. She was huggable and laughable. Still is. We talked and talked. We would goof off. We went through mess ups. And parties. Hard things, sad things, happy things.
I don't want to loose her.
To be a princess
When I was... Well every girl goes through the stage where she wants to be a princess more than anything else. Beautiful, Charming, and the long dresses. I used to always want to wear a dress and fancy shoes. Yep that was me. Not just me every little girl I know goes through that stage. Just like everyone goes through the cootie stage ;). You wanted to dance wear skirts and twirl and swirl. Have long cozy hair. And be a princess. Just be a princess. Twinkley eyed and bouncy personallity she is already her own princess inside she just can't see it. Then you grow a bit older and are not as graceful anymore. You like to wear dresses still but they get in the way with rolling in the mud. So you ditch the gowns and the princess that you were dreaming of and move on to pants, pink sweats and children's yoga pants. Then sweats aren't cool anymore when you hit middle school and you wear jeans and slacks and all the other pants you can think of, (still yoga and sweats do stick to the soul;). Yes it changes and the princess changes. But as soon as you choose your princess she'll always be there for you and look out for you, and accept you in every way.
No matter what you wear.
No matter what you wear.
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