the whale jumped over the moon, and then the evil bunny rabbit ate the moon. and then they all went out for ice cream.
the evil bunny rabbit got brain freeze and threw the moon back up. Then the Evil Princess Toni came along and took a bite out of the moon cause she thought it was made of vegan cheese.
then a girl from MArs came along and told Toni "it's not really vegan cheese."
so then Toni thought it was real cheese.
and then she.....apologized to the moon and filled the hole in with purple glitter.
then toni put the moon back up in the sky.
then the evil bunny rabbit told her to bring it back
but toni was afraid heights and didn't want to?
then the evil bunny rabbit jumped on toni and stole her purpel glitter. toni was furious. she liked her purple glitter even though red is her favorite color because she loves her twin sister and her twin sister is purple.
then toni called The Good Fairy Rachael. who arrived with her magic wand. The Good Fairy Asked the bunnyr abbit what had happened.
the bunny rabbit said that toni was trying to killll it.
so the good fairy rachael turned to toni and asked her why she was rying to kill the bunny rabbit.
and Toni said that she wasn't trying to kill the bunny rabbit but that the bunny rabbit was trying to kill her.
the good fairy rachael didn't know who to believe so she cast a spell on both of them. she turned the evil bunny rabbit into more purple glitter and she turned toni into a piece of vegan cheese.
then she blew the glitter into the sky and ate the cheese.
the end
:)
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
So. Getting Creative.
Jacob suggested I like, do part of a story a day. I really like the idea, but not being able to go back and edit makes me nervous. Maybe i shall view it as a challenge? I need ideas though.
Oh, and Jacob, if you wish to donate better art, feel free.
for now, and old one that i wrote about a year ago, shortly after campmeeting. or, actually, i think this might've been shortly after cm of 2008, when Jacq suggested i should read judges. anyway....
Thebez
Judges 9:50-55
50 Then went Abimelech to Thebez, and encamped against Thebez, and took it.
51 But there was a strong tower within the city, and thither fled all the men and women, and all they of the city, and shut it to them, and gat them up to the top of the tower.
52 And Abimelech came unto the tower, and fought against it, and went hard unto the door of the tower to burn it with fire.
53 And a certain woman cast a piece of a millstone upon Abimelech' head, and all to brake his skull.
54 Then he called hastily unto the young man his armourbearer, and said unto him, Draw thy sword, and slay me, that men say not of me, A woman slew him. And his young man thrust him through, and he died.
55 And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed every man unto his place.
Thebez Is 11 miles northeast of Shechem
“Ahava, come, we have to go, now. Abimalech’s army is surrounding the city. We have to flee to the tower. Get the children, hurry.” My husband dashes out of the house to warn others. I snatch up the grindstone I had been using in one arm and the baby in the other. My 5 year old son, Gera, takes hold of my robes and we run as fast as he can.
“Hurry Gera, we must reach the tower.”
“Mama I can’t keep up.”
I slow down my pace just slightly. God, please keep me and my family safe. And Please spare our city, amen.
We reach the tower and join the crowd of panicking people all trying to squeeze their way in at once. My husband is among those trying to maintain some semblance of order, and eventually we are all safely locked in. I climb with my children to the highest part of the tower and elbow my way to the window. I’ve always been claustrophobic, and being in here with the entire population of the city, some of whom haven’t exactly bathed recently, doesn’t help. I set down the baby and lean out the window, far enough to breathe, but not far enough to be seen.
Abimalech is leading his army into the city now. Thousands of men, all holding –branches? What—
And then I remember. Of course. Shechem. How all the people were in the strong tower, and Abimalech burned it to the ground, with the women and children inside. I shudder and fight the urge to panic.
Those around me don’t bother. They are outright scared. One woman is sitting in a corner crying hysterically, “we are all going to die!” She bursts into tears. I turn away in disgust. This woman should be keeping all this to herself, remaining, calm for the children’s sake if not her own. My son Gera burries his face into my robe, “I don’t want to die!” he starts crying.
I grip his shoulders and make him face me. “Gera, hush. You have no reason to be afraid. Remember what I told you about God? And how he has his Angels encamped around you to guard you and keep you safe?” Gera nods and whipes his eyes.
“Then you start praying. You must trust in God and not be afraid.” Gera kneels and starts praying. I turn back towards to the window. Abimalech is right beneath us now, approaching the tower. Suddenly I look down at the grindstone in my hands. I don’t know why I took it, what I was planning to do with it. It just felt comforting. Strong, solid, dangerous. Suddenly, I know what to do. Lord, thy will be done. With shaking hands, I lean as far out the window as I can. There’s not much time. Abimalech is just now laying the branches. God, help me. I position the stone directly over his head just as be bends down to lay more branches. I release the stone. It seems to fall forever. Dear Lord, please help us. I know you have your angels surrounding this tower. Please, if it is your will, oh God, spare us.
The grindstone hits its mark, the top of Abimalech’s head. He crumples to the ground.
The people in the tower watch with stunned silence. Those who have been paying attention, anyway. The ones who have been too busy panicking carry on at first, until someone tells them, “look, that woman threw a grindstone out the window and hit Abimalech’s head!”
Again, chaos as everybody crowds by the windows to watch. People squeeze in tight around me. I try not to breathe through my nose. Lord, help me, I hate crowds. I hate people crowding around me. I want to go home!
“Is it over?”
“Did he go home?”
“Is he dead?”
“Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.”
But for me the chaos fades into the background as Abimalech sits up. He looks up at me, and looks into my eyes. I look into his. Abimalech looks at me and I look at him and in that moment, he knows. Abimalech falls back. He is bleeding profusely from the head. He says something to his servant, who takes his sword out of its sheath and runs Abimalech through.
Coward. He didn’t want to die at the hand of a woman, so he had his servant run him through. Typical man.
When his army sees that Abimalech is dead, they disperse. They probably only followed him in the first place because they were afraid of what he would do to them otherwise.
The door to the tower opens, and people begin streaming out. But I stay by the window for a while, partly to get away from the crowds, and partly to say thank you to the God who saved us.
Oh, and Jacob, if you wish to donate better art, feel free.
for now, and old one that i wrote about a year ago, shortly after campmeeting. or, actually, i think this might've been shortly after cm of 2008, when Jacq suggested i should read judges. anyway....
Thebez
Judges 9:50-55
50 Then went Abimelech to Thebez, and encamped against Thebez, and took it.
51 But there was a strong tower within the city, and thither fled all the men and women, and all they of the city, and shut it to them, and gat them up to the top of the tower.
52 And Abimelech came unto the tower, and fought against it, and went hard unto the door of the tower to burn it with fire.
53 And a certain woman cast a piece of a millstone upon Abimelech' head, and all to brake his skull.
54 Then he called hastily unto the young man his armourbearer, and said unto him, Draw thy sword, and slay me, that men say not of me, A woman slew him. And his young man thrust him through, and he died.
55 And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed every man unto his place.
Thebez Is 11 miles northeast of Shechem
“Ahava, come, we have to go, now. Abimalech’s army is surrounding the city. We have to flee to the tower. Get the children, hurry.” My husband dashes out of the house to warn others. I snatch up the grindstone I had been using in one arm and the baby in the other. My 5 year old son, Gera, takes hold of my robes and we run as fast as he can.
“Hurry Gera, we must reach the tower.”
“Mama I can’t keep up.”
I slow down my pace just slightly. God, please keep me and my family safe. And Please spare our city, amen.
We reach the tower and join the crowd of panicking people all trying to squeeze their way in at once. My husband is among those trying to maintain some semblance of order, and eventually we are all safely locked in. I climb with my children to the highest part of the tower and elbow my way to the window. I’ve always been claustrophobic, and being in here with the entire population of the city, some of whom haven’t exactly bathed recently, doesn’t help. I set down the baby and lean out the window, far enough to breathe, but not far enough to be seen.
Abimalech is leading his army into the city now. Thousands of men, all holding –branches? What—
And then I remember. Of course. Shechem. How all the people were in the strong tower, and Abimalech burned it to the ground, with the women and children inside. I shudder and fight the urge to panic.
Those around me don’t bother. They are outright scared. One woman is sitting in a corner crying hysterically, “we are all going to die!” She bursts into tears. I turn away in disgust. This woman should be keeping all this to herself, remaining, calm for the children’s sake if not her own. My son Gera burries his face into my robe, “I don’t want to die!” he starts crying.
I grip his shoulders and make him face me. “Gera, hush. You have no reason to be afraid. Remember what I told you about God? And how he has his Angels encamped around you to guard you and keep you safe?” Gera nods and whipes his eyes.
“Then you start praying. You must trust in God and not be afraid.” Gera kneels and starts praying. I turn back towards to the window. Abimalech is right beneath us now, approaching the tower. Suddenly I look down at the grindstone in my hands. I don’t know why I took it, what I was planning to do with it. It just felt comforting. Strong, solid, dangerous. Suddenly, I know what to do. Lord, thy will be done. With shaking hands, I lean as far out the window as I can. There’s not much time. Abimalech is just now laying the branches. God, help me. I position the stone directly over his head just as be bends down to lay more branches. I release the stone. It seems to fall forever. Dear Lord, please help us. I know you have your angels surrounding this tower. Please, if it is your will, oh God, spare us.
The grindstone hits its mark, the top of Abimalech’s head. He crumples to the ground.
The people in the tower watch with stunned silence. Those who have been paying attention, anyway. The ones who have been too busy panicking carry on at first, until someone tells them, “look, that woman threw a grindstone out the window and hit Abimalech’s head!”
Again, chaos as everybody crowds by the windows to watch. People squeeze in tight around me. I try not to breathe through my nose. Lord, help me, I hate crowds. I hate people crowding around me. I want to go home!
“Is it over?”
“Did he go home?”
“Is he dead?”
“Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.”
But for me the chaos fades into the background as Abimalech sits up. He looks up at me, and looks into my eyes. I look into his. Abimalech looks at me and I look at him and in that moment, he knows. Abimalech falls back. He is bleeding profusely from the head. He says something to his servant, who takes his sword out of its sheath and runs Abimalech through.
Coward. He didn’t want to die at the hand of a woman, so he had his servant run him through. Typical man.
When his army sees that Abimalech is dead, they disperse. They probably only followed him in the first place because they were afraid of what he would do to them otherwise.
The door to the tower opens, and people begin streaming out. But I stay by the window for a while, partly to get away from the crowds, and partly to say thank you to the God who saved us.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Painting(s)
this was done august of 2009 with JAcq. she gave me the canvas and said "have fun."
this one was for art class. It's my cat, dolly. we had to paint a picture of our choice in 3 emotions. this one (happy) was the only one i was truly happy with.
i decided to mail the rest of them to JAcq, which, now that i think about it, was a really weird random thing to do. I don't even have the excuse of being drunk. oh well. she'll find something to do with them. (use it for kindling, perhaps.)
HElp ME
So, it's a long story....
but gmail deleted my address, so i lost my blog. good thing i saved all the old entries. the bad news: i have no idea where i put those files.
so, this is my blog now. off to go eat more truffles!
Help Me
so, this is my blog now. off to go eat more truffles!
Help Me
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