songs
April 29, 2009 | Uncategorized | Comments [1]
I haven’t posted any hymns lately. they can be of comfort at times.like-a-river.mp3
Late April Birthdays
April 25, 2009 | Birthdays | Comments [2]
I meant to post up for Birthdays that I am aware of:
Maria – 25th (Thirty Three)
Ethan Schuyler – 25th (Eleventeen)
Lainie – 26th (Forty Eight)
Coal Wars-Chapter 1 (Redone)
April 25, 2009 | Check-in, Uncategorized | Comments [8]
Alright, this is the re-write version of the first Coal Wars chapter. Hopeful it will be the same, but different, then the first version. Let see…
Chapter 1: The start of a big problem
The rays of the early morning sun made their way into Rosalin’s den. She heard the whispers of the forest as the wind blows through the leaves, and smells the warm, dry air. She slowly opens her heavy eyes, licking her dry lips. She waited for motivation to get her out of her leaf bed, but non comes; she got up anyway. Shaking stray leaves from her short creamy fur, she stretches her deaden muscles.
Rosalin took a few moments to smooth her ruffled fur before scratching her ear and taking a few steps toward the enterance of her den. Leaves crackles under her feet, and she knew it was time to try and find new bedding. She took a few steps, stops, and lets her eyes adjust to the light. When she finally is out of her den, there isn’t much to see. The grass around her burrow is yellow and dead. An unmoving silence drapes over the nearby trees, and nothing moves. The wind she had heard earlier is gone. Now the air is hot and silent, and she wonders if it would be better to just crawl back into bed.
The sun spies at her from tiny gaps between dull green leaves. Her long brown ears twitch, as does her tail, but she ignores the movement. She stares at the dirt that surrounds the hole leading to her den. Its starting to crumble and cover the opening. Rosalin decided it would need to be moved. She didn’t want to have to move her burrow someplace else. She quite liked the calm, quiet clearing where she lived.
A blue jay sang in the distance. Rosalin rubbed her nose and crawled out of her burrow, taking a few steps further into the clearing. She paused, raising her right ear. Had she heard something? She waited, quiet. There, again, further into the trees. The voice sounded familiar. Rosalin lowered her ear and went toward the sound. She soon came to an oak tree with golden leaves. Most of the branches were bare, but Rosalin could see one figure high up in the branches.
A small squirrel like creature sat near the top, her fluffy tail lazely drapped over the edge of the branch as she fiddled with a green leaf. The one raindrop shaped ear on the side of her head twitched as the rockhopper below her approached, and she flicked her gaze down to Rosalin.
“Oh! Hello Rosie!” she squeaked. Rosalin sat down, licking her paw in a cattish fashion, tail settled on the ground beside her feet. “Hi, Susan. Good morning.” The light brown Unsquir blended in with the branches and leaves of the oak, but her jade green eyes shone like emeralds burried in ancient rock. Her tiny white paws released the leaf and she hopped down, branch to branch, landing at the base of the tree with the grace all Unsquir’s had. She scurried quickly over to Rosalin. “I havn’t seen you in the past few days. What’ya been up to?” she asked.
Rosalin shrugged as the Unsquir jumped onto her shoulders and took up residence on the crown of her head. Her front paws lied on Rosalin’s forehead, and her back legs balanced on her shoulders. Susan’s tail hung down Rosalin’s back, tickling her sides when it swayed. “Not much of anything,” Rosalin answered. “Just walking around, looking for food. You know, everyday stuff.” She made sure to leave out the part about her brooding about the weather. The last few weeks had brought no rain, and Rosalin was almost certain that the Dragons had something to do with it. They had always hated the rockhoppers, greedy for their oil rich soil. The reason really didn’t matter to Rosalin, because she hated them just as much. Their slimy cold scales; sharp, cruel teeth and claws; forked tongues and nasty, twisted ways. Though she had only met one Dragon in her life, she loathed them with a passion that was fueled by grief and regret.
Susan made a kind of satisfied humming sound, and said to Rosalin, “Let’s go get something to drink, Rosie. I’m thirsty, and I want to tell you about the other day when I had found this huge pine cone!” Rosalin smiled and turned towards the nearby pond. She actually hadn’t been there in a few days. Rockhoppers didn’t need water as much as regular animals. Rosalin could go about two or three days without much. They passed nettles and heather, roots and weeds. The branches of the tree’s hung low, providing them shade, though it did not help much with the heat. Most of the grass was yellow or brown, and crunched under Rosalin’s paws. She jumped a log, hearing Susan complain, “Hey! Be more careful!” She smiled and hopped back down, continuing toward the pond. Susan moved, and Rosalin paused. The Unsquir hopped off Rosalin’s head and scampered off ahead of the rockhopper. Rosalin smiled again. It was always nice to see Susan happy and active. It made her feel better about the current situation. It have her a bit of hope every time she smiled. Susan was always a carefree little thing, even a bit naive. She had a tendency to get herself into trouble, Rosalin knew. But she was always a good friend. She had been Rosalin’s good friend ever since she was a kit.
Rosalin sighed, content with the silence she had began to dislike, when she heard an unexpected squeak. Rosalin snapped open her eyes. “Susan?” she called at the bushes. She walked towards the brush. “Susan, what happened? Are you alright?”
“…Rosie… Oh, Rosie…!”
Rosalin pushed her way through the bushes, ignoring the tiny twigs and branches that scratched at her sides. Once on the other side, she saw Susan, standing at the edge of a round hold in the ground…
Rosalin’s eyes stretched wide. Her blood froze, and all color drained from her face in an instant. She thought she might faint, but her paws uncontiously went towards the indent in the earth. It was about twelve feet in length, and three or four feet deep. In the middle, a small puddle of muddy water sat. A greenish yellow fish lay at the edge of the water. Its gills were gasping for oxygen it could not have. Rosalin knew even if it could get back into the water, it would die. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly drier then it had been in days. Susan whimpered. She hurried over to Rosalin and threw her tiny white arms around the rockhopper girls foreleg, hiding her face. “Oh Rosie, what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know Susan… I just…”
Spearow pond, the biggest and deepest pond in Clear Rock forest was no bigger then a puddle.
This was bad.
This is where the trouble would begin.
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BRENDA – ALERT
April 12, 2009 | Uncategorized | No Comments
Your dad and I are leaving Debary on Wednesday about 7:00 AM and will arrive in Macon about 1:00 PM. We are going to stay in the home of our good friends, the Landreaus. They won’t be there, but they are lending us their house, so we won’t have to pay for a Motel.
Their house just happens to be right around the corner from my cousin, Nancy, who owns a Garden Center there, and Nancy’s home is next door to the Garden Center. I especially wanted to see Nancy, because of the death of Mike. I know how much Nancy is grieving.
And our main purpose for going to Macon is to see Tom, my cousin, who is 88 now, and Evelyn, his wife, who is now 93. They have been in my life ALL of my life, and I love them very much. I just have a feeling that I might not have an opportunity to see them again.
SO…We will arrive in Macon on Thursday evening early.
Remember
April 9, 2009 | Uncategorized | Comments [5]
My dad wanted to see it And I dont know how to get his work Email so I thought I would post it up here XD this poem was a mimic poem assignment and beside the continous words remember Its not anything like her poem. My teacher like it so much she hung it up. This poem is abpout my imaginary friend I had when I was little named Gabrielle she lived in my neighbors shed and everyonce in awhile on a lonely day we would play with “eachother” mostly dolls and adventure games . well now I was a strange child wasn’t I? well here it is!
Remember
Remember golden summer days, with hours just waiting to be wasted away
Remember skies of ocean blue and grass of vibrant green that danced alone with you and your little queen.
Remember skipping hearts of the child whom played with your everyday, watching you whisk away.
Remember golden threads of hair, sway invisible to the wind, remember little grins and scraped chins
Remember beating hearts neither visible but only one appears, together your strong apart you were tears.
Remember swings that swayed one high and one slow. One with her on it and one alone.
Remember slaying dragons and finding toads. Becoming princesses or discovering hidden roads.
Remember you were there and only she could see, remember she was there and it was meant to be.
Remember the skies breaking and the child making games to play, and you promising to her in every way.
Remember made up stories she would tell her parents every day, and you would snicker but her parents couldn’t hear you play.
Remember the lonely girl you played with when no one wished to play with her that day. And you would play what she may.
Remember now, your creator a girl who no longer plays those games, who instead watches your memory, a forgotten fragment of those oh so lonely golden summer days.
Prom
April 8, 2009 | Uncategorized | Comments [5]
Well I have not been here in quite awhile and I apologize for my absence.
I am going to prom this friday and I yet to have gotten my dress who knew prom could be so hard to plan out? I still must get my dress, see if anyone friends or family can check me out on friday at 11:40 where I am excused by the school to do so and take me home so I may get ready. I must do many things ^^ However I am not going all out this prom, next year is th ebig year, I am going wiht my friend Avera ( a girl XD so you wont be confused) and hoping to have fun, then why am I nervous? hehe. we shall all see.
if I get pictures I will post them
will all my love,
Alaina Elizabeth Polhemus
Edit:
Ok I am glad I have these lol my school did not take pictures of anyone accept the prom court, this is what you get at a snoddy school but I have these ^^ really bad camera because my old one broke and mom used a camera she could find.
I editted this one:
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Melissa Martin (Everett)
April 8, 2009 | Uncategorized | Comments [1]
for those of you who might be interested, here’s a link to an article in which melissa plays a starring role. If you go to the home page of the paper’s website they have a photo gallery link and under the “police” category you can find her picture that went with the article.
Happy Birthday Adam-Michael
April 7, 2009 | Birthdays | Comments [4]
Adam Michael is 13 years old today.
Watch out folks cause he’s a thoroughly dangerous man (uneasy rider ):)
He has asked for & is recieving:
1. A feast of Stouffer’s frozen ‘Chicken Alfredo’.
2. A Strawberry/Chocolate birthday cake
3. 2 Xbox Games (Unreal Tournament & Call of Duty#?)
5. A real cell phone and not a “crummy” GO phone:)
3 teenagers at home for Melissa…. send your condolences:)
Ethan will be 11 on the 25th:)