Five words.
Jamba Juice Acai Antioxidant Smoothie.
Monday, June 22, 2009
So
i'm sitting here wodnering about the day. im still very tired, the mattress on my bed is foam, so my back is shot for now. ;) it doesnt feel too good. so far has been nice.
My grandmother is not being nice to the CNA's that come take care of my grandad....Let me just expound a little. She called one fat to her face, then was muttering about how the other wasn't very efficient. My grandmother also made a comment that seemed okay, but was severely demeaning: she emphasized that the choir director at her church was "WHITE" to one CNA, who was, obviously, black.
I don't know.
When my uncle was here (he left last night to TX), we were all discussing her behavior.....it was sorta funny, sorta sad. Like talking behind her back. My grandmother is just a quirky person. It's hard to function around her without going crazy. She constantly nags you about everything you do. EVERYTHING.
Just pray that I will be able to stay sane. ;)
Now here are some goodies.........
Ack this computer wont let me paste.....
My grandmother is not being nice to the CNA's that come take care of my grandad....Let me just expound a little. She called one fat to her face, then was muttering about how the other wasn't very efficient. My grandmother also made a comment that seemed okay, but was severely demeaning: she emphasized that the choir director at her church was "WHITE" to one CNA, who was, obviously, black.
I don't know.
When my uncle was here (he left last night to TX), we were all discussing her behavior.....it was sorta funny, sorta sad. Like talking behind her back. My grandmother is just a quirky person. It's hard to function around her without going crazy. She constantly nags you about everything you do. EVERYTHING.
Just pray that I will be able to stay sane. ;)
Now here are some goodies.........
Ack this computer wont let me paste.....
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day
I guess you all know what today is. Yep: Father's Day. Last night at the store, perusing the card shelves amongst many other people there the NIGHT BEFORE Father's Day, I tried to find the perfect card.
Dad and Uncle Brent were already waiting for me. I had gone to walmart to get some stuff, and got to go with my dad and uncle mentioned above. ahah. That was my mistake for they were cracking secret jokes the whole way there. I swear, when certain men get together they just goof off. I mean, GROW UP. ;)
So anyways. I like being alone in the store all by myself. I could get some quiet time. And buy stuff they might question. LOL. ;)
Nice times.
Todays hot. I really like Calabria by Enur. ^_^ I mean COME ON. HOW CAN YOU NOT DANCE TO THAT SONG? ITS REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY INFECTIOUS. :)
Anywho. Church was good. Nice sermon. Nice foundation. Nice hot cocoa.
Loves from Bixby.
Emmy
Dad and Uncle Brent were already waiting for me. I had gone to walmart to get some stuff, and got to go with my dad and uncle mentioned above. ahah. That was my mistake for they were cracking secret jokes the whole way there. I swear, when certain men get together they just goof off. I mean, GROW UP. ;)
So anyways. I like being alone in the store all by myself. I could get some quiet time. And buy stuff they might question. LOL. ;)
Nice times.
Todays hot. I really like Calabria by Enur. ^_^ I mean COME ON. HOW CAN YOU NOT DANCE TO THAT SONG? ITS REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY INFECTIOUS. :)
Anywho. Church was good. Nice sermon. Nice foundation. Nice hot cocoa.
Loves from Bixby.
Emmy
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Well. We made it. I am in Oklahoma. Theres a Starbucks within walking distance. I'm pretty happy.
Besides being tired. Which is okay. I'm listening to Sigur Ros. Oh my word i love Sigur Ros. I love Kjartan ... yatahhhhh. I love typing. I love my uncle Brent and my uncle Kurt. I love air conditioning.
We had no AC all the way out to Oklahoma. It was prettymiserable. Yes, all one word.
Im so tired. The bed was squashy.
Im writing. Im palying the piano. Grandma is bugging me about jobs and driving. Sam made a dent in the wall. We all harbor secrets against my grandmother.......?!@?!?!?!
HHA. We are all talking behind her back its a little strange. hahhh.
So anywho, been resting.
Besides being tired. Which is okay. I'm listening to Sigur Ros. Oh my word i love Sigur Ros. I love Kjartan ... yatahhhhh. I love typing. I love my uncle Brent and my uncle Kurt. I love air conditioning.
We had no AC all the way out to Oklahoma. It was prettymiserable. Yes, all one word.
Im so tired. The bed was squashy.
Im writing. Im palying the piano. Grandma is bugging me about jobs and driving. Sam made a dent in the wall. We all harbor secrets against my grandmother.......?!@?!?!?!
HHA. We are all talking behind her back its a little strange. hahhh.
So anywho, been resting.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
And old version of my story. ;)
no indentation, poor grammar. sappy. i havent even got to the part about when Fiador was a sentimental, maudlin man.
apologies.
you'll never see him that way.
i'll. uhm. never post that here.
Chapter The First
“Elsie? Elsie! Elisabeth Olivia Ingersoll, please come down for breakfast!!” Elsie’s father called. Oh, brother. I’m in for it! She opened her eyes, and saw that her sister Isabella’s bed was empty. How did she always manage to wake up before her? Especially since she spent most nights talking until Father comes in, robe hastily tied, to discipline us for staying up too late “Coming, Father….”
She yawned and pulled the patchwork coverlet around her. The morning was icy cold and Elsie didn’t want to get out of bed. At least, not until Father lit the fire. But, today was Monday and she had to go watch the Rosemont girls. The Rosemont’s were the Governor’s family.
Elsie often watched eight of their twelve girls. Looking outside, she almost reconsidered. All our trees were swaying violently with the wind and a constant draft from the window behind her told her it was cold. Icy cold. But, although the weather was cold and blustery, the sun was still shining.
And today was the day that Governor and Mrs. Rosemont had to attend the social gathering in Boston that a governor and his wife have to be present at. And you don’t want to leave twelve girls alone all day! She knew, as she was a female that girls bicker over anything. But those girls, on the other hand, were also charming young ladies that she enjoyed being with. Elsie admitted she shouldn’t have come to hasty conclusions. Looking outside, seeing the day in a new way, she felt blessed to be alive. She just had to share her thoughts with God. After praying, she felt a lot better. Elsie burrowed under her quilt, hoping for five more minutes.
But, the loft-stairs creaked, and suddenly her door opened. “Father asked you to come down, sister…And that means come down!” said Daniel, her 18 year-old brother. Elsie, surprised, sat up swiftly, banging her elbow on the wall. “Daniel…. Why is it always me? Why do you always choose to scare me, trip me, push ME?” she moaned, and rubbed her aching elbow. Daniel laughed quietly. “Father always says ‘It’s always your reaction to mischief that satisfies the mischief-maker.’ You are the prime example for that circumstance,” he said. Elsie was seething inside, but calmly steered Daniel out of the room and shut the door. Once she was alone, she undressed from her nightshift, and walked to her dresser. After some serious consideration, she pulled out a petticoat embroidered with sky blue flowers and her cornflower blue dress. She put them on and pulled on her stockings and shoes. Then, Elsie scrambled down the stairs and sat down at the table. Ten-year-old James and seven-year-old Isabella looked at her. “Sorry Father, she had a bit of trouble getting down to breakfast. Daniel had to bother me,” she said, still feeling the dull pain that seemed to flare up every time she saw Daniel. Then, Elsie had the most devilish idea for revenge. “Wait,” she said. “Did we wash our hands?” Everybody (even Father) groaned. They all hated to wash up at the outside pump. This time of year, the water was freezing cold and made their hands red and numb. But, she’d been put in charge of making sure they all washed up. Unfortunately, revenge, this time, included her.
So they all trooped out to the pump and, one by one, they turned on the pump and quickly scrubbed their hands with soap that Basil made. Elspeth Tanner-Basil is a freed black woman that lived in a hut on their land. More specifically, she was their sharecropper. She provided soap, medicine, and herbs for their family in exchange for living down in the everglade on our property.
"Elsie... I HATE washing my hands in the winter..." Isabella whined. Daniel interjected with a rolling of the eyes. "We all know she wanted revenge on me."
"I did not!"
"Did too,"
"No, I didn't."
"YES, YOU DID..." This said with a quiet smile, and a look of satisfaction. I stuck my tongue out.
After they finished, they all walked back in, warming our stinging hands in pockets of trousers and aprons. When they were inside, they all sat down again and relaxed while Father served us breakfast. Father set down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. Elsie was about to lift her spoon to her lips, when Father cleared his throat. “Sorry!” she said, and folded her hands. Father closed his eyes, bowed his head, and began to pray:
Our Father,
Who reigneth over us in heaven, thank you for this meal.
Give us strength to do our work, and patience to deal with our siblings.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen
Then Elsie dug in, and ate with relish. Now, this was good. If she knew Father he had a sweet tooth and has always bought brown sugar from Carter’s to go with it; and every morning they had warm, fresh cream from Betsy, their Guernsey cow. But if they wanted cold milk, they'd have to trek down to the riverbed cellar where their milk chills. During the summer at least. Speaking of Betsy, Elsie thought she would go down to the barn to see if Betsy dropped her calf.
The barn was the best smelling place in the world. The mixture of meadow hay, grain, leather, horse sweat and manure (yes, you heard it right) make up the smell of the Ingersoll’s barn. And it’s always warm in there, even then, in that frosty November. Elsie walked over to Betsy’s stall and saw a russet colored calf, wobbling around, still damp from birth. “ Oh, you are so adorable!!! Let’s see you are. A boy?” Well, she thought, “Henry will have to do,” she said. Elsie placed a large armful of hay in the manger for Betsy. The mottled old cow lumbered over and sunk her head into the hay, beginning to chew ponderously. Elsie bid the sweet animal farewell, and then went over to the box stalls for their horses. The first stall held Van Irish, her Father’s cream stallion, calm as a summer breeze. Father found him as a foal, and has nurtured him into a pleasant steed. He shows him at the fair every year.
Well, except this year, because Van Irish had a twisted joint. Poor thing. Elsie inspected his hocks, and then unwrapped the bandage covering the swelled leg. The redness had faded, and the swelling had definitely gone down. “Good boy, Irish.” she said, scratching his cheek. He nuzzled her, breathing his carroty breath on her.
The next stall held Don Miguel, her brother’s pinto gelding. He tried to nip her as she passed, being a bad-natured horse from birth. Elsie pushed his head away. “Miguel, you are the most pig-headed horse I’ve ever set my eyes upon.” she said, and walked on. The next two stalls held Courage and Brevity, their Shires. They pull the plow and the wagon. Elsie rubbed Brevity’s nose and scratched her cheek. Courage thrust his head out and nosed her. “Alright, Courage, I see you” she said as she batted his ear.
Elsie then stopped in front of her mother’s old mare, Meadowlark. She fingered the necklace Mother had given her on her sixth birthday, just days before she died. Her dear mother had fallen from Lark’s back, trying to ride home during a storm. Elsie’s father, worried, rode off to look for her and found her lifeless, neck broken.
Now, Elsie’s father was courting a gorgeous but unpleasant lady named Irene Thoreau who didn’t like children. She told James that his shirt was wrinkled. Isabella burst into tears after being criticized about her scuffed up shoes. Elsie was told to act more like a lady. Daniel was lectured about his beau, Catherine Rosemont. Elsie did loathe Irene. Very much indeed. Well enough about Miss Sent Down From Heaven, Miss Prim, and Miss Proper. Ah, there she went again, calling her names. What was it with Irene?
Elsie patted Lark, gave her a goodbye kiss, and then arrived at the stall of her horse, her mare, Dearheart Moon. She was an Appaloosa, gray with marbled white speckles all over her. She also had unusual blue eyes. Elsie kissed her velvety nose and fondled her ears. Dearheart nuzzled her cheek, drooling affectionately.
Elsie dutifully gave her a measure of grain so she could eat. She also fed the other horses and rubbed Lark’s ears again. Then she leaned against the stall and sighed. The sounds of satisfied crunching filled the barn. This was paradise. “Elsie? Where are you?” Father called. “Ah, she sees Betsy had her calf. Male, good build, very nice color.” she came up to him. “He’s a Henry,” she said shortly, patting Betsy on her soft head. She moved closer so she could scratch her ears. Father nodded “Henry is a good name.” He murmured, and hugged her. “ How’s her fifteen-year-old daughter? Every time she sees you, you’re with the horses. You aren’t going to grow out of this, are you?” she shook her head. He laughed “Come on, let’s go back up to the house,” he said.
When they crossed the threshold, Daniel pushed past us. “Got to go, Catherine’s waiting!!” he yelled. She laughed. “Whatever manners he has, he’s forgotten them!” Father said. “Speaking of someone waiting, you’ve got to watch the Rosemont brood!!” he exclaimed. Elsie gasped. “Oh, no! Mrs. Rosemont isn’t going to be very pleased when I arrive late!! I’m going to get ready. Be right back!!” she ran upstairs and grabbed her leather satchel containing her sketchbook, pencils, erasers, and other assorted drawing utensils. When she heard Irene talking to Father, she sighed crossly and quickly ran a brush over her hair. Hearing her laugh at Father made her again touch her necklace from Mother. Elsie missed her. “There, all set!!” she sighed and sprinted quietly downstairs. Irene was making those eyes at him. “Those children of yours are quite…charming, Joseph. Naomi gave you quite a responsibility, going off and dying like that.” She purred and squeezed his arm. Elsie gave a stifled gasp. Father hated mentioning Mama. Let alone in a negative way. But, Father calmly kissed Irene’s ‘pale as ice’ cheek and led her to the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and ran out to the barn she quickly saddled Dearheart. She leapt on to her and cantered out of the barn. We would take the shortcut to save time. She steered her towards the side road and they cantered lightly along. Before long, she saw the Halfway Tree, as she called it looming up ahead. It was an immense pine, sweetly scented, and densely branched. She rode past it and looked ahead, searching for potholes and ditches. None apparent.
Soon she came to Rosemont Manor, a large mansion that the governor owned. The mannerly Rosemont brood composed of twelve charming girls: Arabella, Blair, Catherine, Deborah, Edeline, Felicity, Genevieve, Heather, Ivy, Jessica, Kathleen, and the smallest, Liberty, who was six months old today. What a responsibility. She doesn’t think she’d ever be able to handle twelve girls!
She opened the door, expecting a flood of Rosemont’s to come out. Instead two girls; they thanked her as they walked out, dressed for town. They were Catherine and Deborah. They were off to meet their beaux, which is French for courtiers, or men who come courting. In this case, the girls were going to the men. She herded the girls to the living room where Mrs. Luna Bella Rosemont was chatting with her bosom-friend, Stella-Marie Tidings, who had six boys. Overwhelming. She bade Mrs. Rosemont and Liberty (who was going with her parents) and Mrs. Tiding’s goodbye and ushered her to the door. She and her husband, Governor Sebastian Rosemont went off to their ball, or whatever they were going to. “Have fun, Mrs. Rosemont!” she called as they got in the horse-drawn carriage and rattled down the drive.
Elsie quietly closed the door. Jessica immediately jumped at her leg, while Kathleen and Ilyanna tugged at her arms. “We got a dog, Elsie and she’s pretty!!” Ivy said. Katy and Jessie nodded cheerfully. “Come see, come see!” Gisela said, and Heather led her down the hall to the kitchen. Edeline and Felicity were in the kitchen caring for the dog.
The dog was a shepherd mix; she guessed and came about to her upper thigh when it stood, hackles raised, but wagging its tail slowly as if to say, ‘I’m ready to bite if you’re bad, or she’ll lick you all over if you’re good’. She held out her hand and let the dog breathe in her scent. It woofed quietly and licked her fingers happily. “It’s a she! Her name’s Little Moon, because they found her under the full moon ” said Edeline, who was her age and was the one she could open her heart to, and tell her secrets. Like the one about her…. well… it’s a secret, so she shouldn’t tell. Felicity came up to her and said, “ Her paw is hurt, would you look at it?” she nodded and asked her to pick up Little Moon’s paw. She examined it and found a thorn, deeply embedded in her paw. Moon whined and nipped her hand, trying to make her drop her paw. She drew in her breath sharply as her teeth scraped across her hand. “She need someone to hold her head so she won’t bite her.” Edeline smiled and held Moon’s head away from her. She grabbed the thorn and pulled. Moon yelped and struggled against Edeline’s firm hold around her head. She eased the thorn slowly out of Moon’s paw. Moon whined as she held it up for the girls to see. They all stepped back and grimaced. Edeline patted Moon on the head lovingly. Moon licked her face and started to pant happily. Elsie scratched her under her jaw and she licked her too. “Moon likes you, Elsie!” said Ilyanna. Elsie smiled. “Well,” she said, “Shall they go outside?” All the girls cheered and went to fetch their shoes.
We ran around and played tag, snap-the-whip, and then hopscotch in the dirt-patch. After everyone had played enough hopscotch, they sat at the table beneath the old elm tree. Ann Marie, the maid brought out cookies and cold milk to refresh us. We chatted and ate. For a long time they were perfectly content. But they didn’t notice the gray storm clouds approaching. We looked up to see the sun gone and the sky gray and black. A strong gale began blowing, and she felt several large drops of water drip on her. A torrent of rain suddenly commenced and interrupted our cheerful picnic. There were screams and shrieks as the girls were, very quickly, she have to say, completely soaked to the skin. One by one, they quickly darted from under the elm tree and to the house. She made certain everyone was inside before shutting the door. Lorelei, the housemaid came from the kitchen and saw our drenched dresses. She sighed, “I’m so sorry, girls, let her dry those for you.” We all went up stairs to the large bedroom that housed the twelve girls, and shed our dripping clothes. Elsie borrowed Edeline’s cranberry housedress, which went well with her golden hair. We carried our dresses down from the bedroom and gave them to Lorelei. She hung them in front of the large fireplace, three at a time. It didn’t look like she was to get home by lunch after all. While our dresses dried, they all chatted and played hand games to pass the time. Edeline and she chatted about horses, and she told her that a new young man, quite eye-catching, was working at Carter’s General Store. His name was Caleb Yewbeam and he (when she saw him) was a very hard worker. She in turn told her about her cousin, Sarah Grace, who had fallen out of a tree and broken an arm and her leg. And then she invited her to come to the Lucky Leaf Tavern with her. “All her friends from England will be there! Abby, Sara, Celia, Elisabeth, Elaine, and Castile! Castile’s from England and she’s got fashion news for us!” she hesitated. Just then, Catherine and Deborah returned. They both had rosy cheeks, signs that they’d walked home. Catherine looked disappointed. She came over to her and quietly asked, “Did Daniel plan to see her, Elsie? Because he wasn’t at the party,” she told her she didn’t know, but she’d ask him if she wanted. She smiled and said she’d be obliged if she did. After a while, her dress was dry. Edeline said she could wear hers home and bring it back next week. She thanked her and stuffed her dress into her satchel. Elsie bade them all goodbye and opened the front door to more freezing rain.
no indentation, poor grammar. sappy. i havent even got to the part about when Fiador was a sentimental, maudlin man.
apologies.
you'll never see him that way.
i'll. uhm. never post that here.
Chapter The First
“Elsie? Elsie! Elisabeth Olivia Ingersoll, please come down for breakfast!!” Elsie’s father called. Oh, brother. I’m in for it! She opened her eyes, and saw that her sister Isabella’s bed was empty. How did she always manage to wake up before her? Especially since she spent most nights talking until Father comes in, robe hastily tied, to discipline us for staying up too late “Coming, Father….”
She yawned and pulled the patchwork coverlet around her. The morning was icy cold and Elsie didn’t want to get out of bed. At least, not until Father lit the fire. But, today was Monday and she had to go watch the Rosemont girls. The Rosemont’s were the Governor’s family.
Elsie often watched eight of their twelve girls. Looking outside, she almost reconsidered. All our trees were swaying violently with the wind and a constant draft from the window behind her told her it was cold. Icy cold. But, although the weather was cold and blustery, the sun was still shining.
And today was the day that Governor and Mrs. Rosemont had to attend the social gathering in Boston that a governor and his wife have to be present at. And you don’t want to leave twelve girls alone all day! She knew, as she was a female that girls bicker over anything. But those girls, on the other hand, were also charming young ladies that she enjoyed being with. Elsie admitted she shouldn’t have come to hasty conclusions. Looking outside, seeing the day in a new way, she felt blessed to be alive. She just had to share her thoughts with God. After praying, she felt a lot better. Elsie burrowed under her quilt, hoping for five more minutes.
But, the loft-stairs creaked, and suddenly her door opened. “Father asked you to come down, sister…And that means come down!” said Daniel, her 18 year-old brother. Elsie, surprised, sat up swiftly, banging her elbow on the wall. “Daniel…. Why is it always me? Why do you always choose to scare me, trip me, push ME?” she moaned, and rubbed her aching elbow. Daniel laughed quietly. “Father always says ‘It’s always your reaction to mischief that satisfies the mischief-maker.’ You are the prime example for that circumstance,” he said. Elsie was seething inside, but calmly steered Daniel out of the room and shut the door. Once she was alone, she undressed from her nightshift, and walked to her dresser. After some serious consideration, she pulled out a petticoat embroidered with sky blue flowers and her cornflower blue dress. She put them on and pulled on her stockings and shoes. Then, Elsie scrambled down the stairs and sat down at the table. Ten-year-old James and seven-year-old Isabella looked at her. “Sorry Father, she had a bit of trouble getting down to breakfast. Daniel had to bother me,” she said, still feeling the dull pain that seemed to flare up every time she saw Daniel. Then, Elsie had the most devilish idea for revenge. “Wait,” she said. “Did we wash our hands?” Everybody (even Father) groaned. They all hated to wash up at the outside pump. This time of year, the water was freezing cold and made their hands red and numb. But, she’d been put in charge of making sure they all washed up. Unfortunately, revenge, this time, included her.
So they all trooped out to the pump and, one by one, they turned on the pump and quickly scrubbed their hands with soap that Basil made. Elspeth Tanner-Basil is a freed black woman that lived in a hut on their land. More specifically, she was their sharecropper. She provided soap, medicine, and herbs for their family in exchange for living down in the everglade on our property.
"Elsie... I HATE washing my hands in the winter..." Isabella whined. Daniel interjected with a rolling of the eyes. "We all know she wanted revenge on me."
"I did not!"
"Did too,"
"No, I didn't."
"YES, YOU DID..." This said with a quiet smile, and a look of satisfaction. I stuck my tongue out.
After they finished, they all walked back in, warming our stinging hands in pockets of trousers and aprons. When they were inside, they all sat down again and relaxed while Father served us breakfast. Father set down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. Elsie was about to lift her spoon to her lips, when Father cleared his throat. “Sorry!” she said, and folded her hands. Father closed his eyes, bowed his head, and began to pray:
Our Father,
Who reigneth over us in heaven, thank you for this meal.
Give us strength to do our work, and patience to deal with our siblings.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen
Then Elsie dug in, and ate with relish. Now, this was good. If she knew Father he had a sweet tooth and has always bought brown sugar from Carter’s to go with it; and every morning they had warm, fresh cream from Betsy, their Guernsey cow. But if they wanted cold milk, they'd have to trek down to the riverbed cellar where their milk chills. During the summer at least. Speaking of Betsy, Elsie thought she would go down to the barn to see if Betsy dropped her calf.
The barn was the best smelling place in the world. The mixture of meadow hay, grain, leather, horse sweat and manure (yes, you heard it right) make up the smell of the Ingersoll’s barn. And it’s always warm in there, even then, in that frosty November. Elsie walked over to Betsy’s stall and saw a russet colored calf, wobbling around, still damp from birth. “ Oh, you are so adorable!!! Let’s see you are. A boy?” Well, she thought, “Henry will have to do,” she said. Elsie placed a large armful of hay in the manger for Betsy. The mottled old cow lumbered over and sunk her head into the hay, beginning to chew ponderously. Elsie bid the sweet animal farewell, and then went over to the box stalls for their horses. The first stall held Van Irish, her Father’s cream stallion, calm as a summer breeze. Father found him as a foal, and has nurtured him into a pleasant steed. He shows him at the fair every year.
Well, except this year, because Van Irish had a twisted joint. Poor thing. Elsie inspected his hocks, and then unwrapped the bandage covering the swelled leg. The redness had faded, and the swelling had definitely gone down. “Good boy, Irish.” she said, scratching his cheek. He nuzzled her, breathing his carroty breath on her.
The next stall held Don Miguel, her brother’s pinto gelding. He tried to nip her as she passed, being a bad-natured horse from birth. Elsie pushed his head away. “Miguel, you are the most pig-headed horse I’ve ever set my eyes upon.” she said, and walked on. The next two stalls held Courage and Brevity, their Shires. They pull the plow and the wagon. Elsie rubbed Brevity’s nose and scratched her cheek. Courage thrust his head out and nosed her. “Alright, Courage, I see you” she said as she batted his ear.
Elsie then stopped in front of her mother’s old mare, Meadowlark. She fingered the necklace Mother had given her on her sixth birthday, just days before she died. Her dear mother had fallen from Lark’s back, trying to ride home during a storm. Elsie’s father, worried, rode off to look for her and found her lifeless, neck broken.
Now, Elsie’s father was courting a gorgeous but unpleasant lady named Irene Thoreau who didn’t like children. She told James that his shirt was wrinkled. Isabella burst into tears after being criticized about her scuffed up shoes. Elsie was told to act more like a lady. Daniel was lectured about his beau, Catherine Rosemont. Elsie did loathe Irene. Very much indeed. Well enough about Miss Sent Down From Heaven, Miss Prim, and Miss Proper. Ah, there she went again, calling her names. What was it with Irene?
Elsie patted Lark, gave her a goodbye kiss, and then arrived at the stall of her horse, her mare, Dearheart Moon. She was an Appaloosa, gray with marbled white speckles all over her. She also had unusual blue eyes. Elsie kissed her velvety nose and fondled her ears. Dearheart nuzzled her cheek, drooling affectionately.
Elsie dutifully gave her a measure of grain so she could eat. She also fed the other horses and rubbed Lark’s ears again. Then she leaned against the stall and sighed. The sounds of satisfied crunching filled the barn. This was paradise. “Elsie? Where are you?” Father called. “Ah, she sees Betsy had her calf. Male, good build, very nice color.” she came up to him. “He’s a Henry,” she said shortly, patting Betsy on her soft head. She moved closer so she could scratch her ears. Father nodded “Henry is a good name.” He murmured, and hugged her. “ How’s her fifteen-year-old daughter? Every time she sees you, you’re with the horses. You aren’t going to grow out of this, are you?” she shook her head. He laughed “Come on, let’s go back up to the house,” he said.
When they crossed the threshold, Daniel pushed past us. “Got to go, Catherine’s waiting!!” he yelled. She laughed. “Whatever manners he has, he’s forgotten them!” Father said. “Speaking of someone waiting, you’ve got to watch the Rosemont brood!!” he exclaimed. Elsie gasped. “Oh, no! Mrs. Rosemont isn’t going to be very pleased when I arrive late!! I’m going to get ready. Be right back!!” she ran upstairs and grabbed her leather satchel containing her sketchbook, pencils, erasers, and other assorted drawing utensils. When she heard Irene talking to Father, she sighed crossly and quickly ran a brush over her hair. Hearing her laugh at Father made her again touch her necklace from Mother. Elsie missed her. “There, all set!!” she sighed and sprinted quietly downstairs. Irene was making those eyes at him. “Those children of yours are quite…charming, Joseph. Naomi gave you quite a responsibility, going off and dying like that.” She purred and squeezed his arm. Elsie gave a stifled gasp. Father hated mentioning Mama. Let alone in a negative way. But, Father calmly kissed Irene’s ‘pale as ice’ cheek and led her to the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and ran out to the barn she quickly saddled Dearheart. She leapt on to her and cantered out of the barn. We would take the shortcut to save time. She steered her towards the side road and they cantered lightly along. Before long, she saw the Halfway Tree, as she called it looming up ahead. It was an immense pine, sweetly scented, and densely branched. She rode past it and looked ahead, searching for potholes and ditches. None apparent.
Soon she came to Rosemont Manor, a large mansion that the governor owned. The mannerly Rosemont brood composed of twelve charming girls: Arabella, Blair, Catherine, Deborah, Edeline, Felicity, Genevieve, Heather, Ivy, Jessica, Kathleen, and the smallest, Liberty, who was six months old today. What a responsibility. She doesn’t think she’d ever be able to handle twelve girls!
She opened the door, expecting a flood of Rosemont’s to come out. Instead two girls; they thanked her as they walked out, dressed for town. They were Catherine and Deborah. They were off to meet their beaux, which is French for courtiers, or men who come courting. In this case, the girls were going to the men. She herded the girls to the living room where Mrs. Luna Bella Rosemont was chatting with her bosom-friend, Stella-Marie Tidings, who had six boys. Overwhelming. She bade Mrs. Rosemont and Liberty (who was going with her parents) and Mrs. Tiding’s goodbye and ushered her to the door. She and her husband, Governor Sebastian Rosemont went off to their ball, or whatever they were going to. “Have fun, Mrs. Rosemont!” she called as they got in the horse-drawn carriage and rattled down the drive.
Elsie quietly closed the door. Jessica immediately jumped at her leg, while Kathleen and Ilyanna tugged at her arms. “We got a dog, Elsie and she’s pretty!!” Ivy said. Katy and Jessie nodded cheerfully. “Come see, come see!” Gisela said, and Heather led her down the hall to the kitchen. Edeline and Felicity were in the kitchen caring for the dog.
The dog was a shepherd mix; she guessed and came about to her upper thigh when it stood, hackles raised, but wagging its tail slowly as if to say, ‘I’m ready to bite if you’re bad, or she’ll lick you all over if you’re good’. She held out her hand and let the dog breathe in her scent. It woofed quietly and licked her fingers happily. “It’s a she! Her name’s Little Moon, because they found her under the full moon ” said Edeline, who was her age and was the one she could open her heart to, and tell her secrets. Like the one about her…. well… it’s a secret, so she shouldn’t tell. Felicity came up to her and said, “ Her paw is hurt, would you look at it?” she nodded and asked her to pick up Little Moon’s paw. She examined it and found a thorn, deeply embedded in her paw. Moon whined and nipped her hand, trying to make her drop her paw. She drew in her breath sharply as her teeth scraped across her hand. “She need someone to hold her head so she won’t bite her.” Edeline smiled and held Moon’s head away from her. She grabbed the thorn and pulled. Moon yelped and struggled against Edeline’s firm hold around her head. She eased the thorn slowly out of Moon’s paw. Moon whined as she held it up for the girls to see. They all stepped back and grimaced. Edeline patted Moon on the head lovingly. Moon licked her face and started to pant happily. Elsie scratched her under her jaw and she licked her too. “Moon likes you, Elsie!” said Ilyanna. Elsie smiled. “Well,” she said, “Shall they go outside?” All the girls cheered and went to fetch their shoes.
We ran around and played tag, snap-the-whip, and then hopscotch in the dirt-patch. After everyone had played enough hopscotch, they sat at the table beneath the old elm tree. Ann Marie, the maid brought out cookies and cold milk to refresh us. We chatted and ate. For a long time they were perfectly content. But they didn’t notice the gray storm clouds approaching. We looked up to see the sun gone and the sky gray and black. A strong gale began blowing, and she felt several large drops of water drip on her. A torrent of rain suddenly commenced and interrupted our cheerful picnic. There were screams and shrieks as the girls were, very quickly, she have to say, completely soaked to the skin. One by one, they quickly darted from under the elm tree and to the house. She made certain everyone was inside before shutting the door. Lorelei, the housemaid came from the kitchen and saw our drenched dresses. She sighed, “I’m so sorry, girls, let her dry those for you.” We all went up stairs to the large bedroom that housed the twelve girls, and shed our dripping clothes. Elsie borrowed Edeline’s cranberry housedress, which went well with her golden hair. We carried our dresses down from the bedroom and gave them to Lorelei. She hung them in front of the large fireplace, three at a time. It didn’t look like she was to get home by lunch after all. While our dresses dried, they all chatted and played hand games to pass the time. Edeline and she chatted about horses, and she told her that a new young man, quite eye-catching, was working at Carter’s General Store. His name was Caleb Yewbeam and he (when she saw him) was a very hard worker. She in turn told her about her cousin, Sarah Grace, who had fallen out of a tree and broken an arm and her leg. And then she invited her to come to the Lucky Leaf Tavern with her. “All her friends from England will be there! Abby, Sara, Celia, Elisabeth, Elaine, and Castile! Castile’s from England and she’s got fashion news for us!” she hesitated. Just then, Catherine and Deborah returned. They both had rosy cheeks, signs that they’d walked home. Catherine looked disappointed. She came over to her and quietly asked, “Did Daniel plan to see her, Elsie? Because he wasn’t at the party,” she told her she didn’t know, but she’d ask him if she wanted. She smiled and said she’d be obliged if she did. After a while, her dress was dry. Edeline said she could wear hers home and bring it back next week. She thanked her and stuffed her dress into her satchel. Elsie bade them all goodbye and opened the front door to more freezing rain.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Hello loves.
I just wanted to post here and tell you all that I am writing FEVERISHLY to give my frist section to Tom! He shall edit it and type it up so you fans shall see something of real substance. Something longer than an excerpt. Something like
Ten chapters.
Howsabout that?
I think you are all getting excited. I hope.
Anyways, gotta skitter.
e.e.
I just wanted to post here and tell you all that I am writing FEVERISHLY to give my frist section to Tom! He shall edit it and type it up so you fans shall see something of real substance. Something longer than an excerpt. Something like
Ten chapters.
Howsabout that?
I think you are all getting excited. I hope.
Anyways, gotta skitter.
e.e.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Today has been mellow. I have been dealing with what I think are some muscle cramps, icky stuff, they are just not so fun.
My bffl sent me some music today, or maybe yesterday ... "so good" (Harry Osborn ref).
Simon + Garfunkel..... i love their voices.
My sisters are pretending "School" and they are being really silly. I like hearing them get along. :)
Hearing: voices, Motion by Plumb, keyboard tapping, laughter, Signal Fire by Snow Patrol (<3)
Seeing: screen, words, "publish post" button, wildwood dancing, this ad:
Txt Rihanna from ur cell?
What would u txt her and tell her? Here's your chance...
txt-rhianna.com
What would u txt her and tell her? Here's your chance...
txt-rhianna.com
feeling: tired, sore, content
thinking: is my dog going to be all right? will i feel okay?
dreaming: about halcyon days, about my story, about heaven
And my current obsession is Plumb. www.plumbinfo.com Shes has a beautiful voice. She has a really wonderful site. This song http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#in%20my%20arms
is my favorite song by her; its so precious and makes me cry!
in my arms
clouds will rage and
storms will race in
but you will be safe in my arms
rains will pour down
waves will crash around
but you will be safe in my arms.
So precious... :) I hope I will one day be as good as her.
this is another one i love by her...... so cute.
I also love Snow Patrol (Chasing Cars) for their songs chasing cars, signal fire, the planets bend between us, if theres a rocket tie me to it, and crack the shutters. Signal Fire is my favorite (there you are.....standing right in front of me.....) :)
I feel like i should stop writing. i usually blog long and infrequent. ;)
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Im really working on revising my novel. It has to be good now that i have taken so much OUT. Here's an uber cool sneak peek. Don't tell too many people.
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Fiador found her by the door, eyes empty, a smile pasted upon her face. It had been almost a year since he had actually found time, and wanted to be with her.
“Elspeth,” It was more of a spoken thought than a question. She looked up at him, and something flashed across her face. A smile touched her lips, yet it was only a civil smile. No emotion. Something told Fiador that she was just going to ignore him. But when her shoulders sagged, and her face broke into a comforted smile, Fiador began to calm.
“Can I have you alone for a minute?” he spoke in a straightforward manner, offering an arm. He could tell she was about to refuse, politely. But she stepped to him, and was closer to him then she had been in such a long time. Have me alone? Elspeth thought. She was feeling like she wnated him back. Take me away...
Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, Elspeth looked up at him, and her eyes revealed her relief at him being here. Slowly, they walked out unto the terrace, and saw it was unexpectedly empty.
Drawing near to the railing, Elspeth turned away from him, and ran her hand over the smooth stone.
“It’s been a long time,” Her voice was so beautiful, Fiador thought, for a moment abandoning his caution…
“Elspeth,” It was more of a spoken thought than a question. She looked up at him, and something flashed across her face. A smile touched her lips, yet it was only a civil smile. No emotion. Something told Fiador that she was just going to ignore him. But when her shoulders sagged, and her face broke into a comforted smile, Fiador began to calm.
“Can I have you alone for a minute?” he spoke in a straightforward manner, offering an arm. He could tell she was about to refuse, politely. But she stepped to him, and was closer to him then she had been in such a long time. Have me alone? Elspeth thought. She was feeling like she wnated him back. Take me away...
Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, Elspeth looked up at him, and her eyes revealed her relief at him being here. Slowly, they walked out unto the terrace, and saw it was unexpectedly empty.
Drawing near to the railing, Elspeth turned away from him, and ran her hand over the smooth stone.
“It’s been a long time,” Her voice was so beautiful, Fiador thought, for a moment abandoning his caution…
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Oh. Yeah. We just found out my dog has Lyme's disease. Yeah. So now we have to get *samples* and take them into the vets office. Then we have to get an antibiotic, I assume.
She doesnt have any obvious symptoms... I have not seen snything suspicious. So when the test came back positive this afternoon, we were like *_*. We had taken her into the vet last night, and that was her yearly exam.
Before she had gotten bit by the raccoon, she had not been to the vet for like 4 years. So she got a multi vaccine after being bit, went through her three month quarantine, and was fine. That was a year ago.
So last night we take her in, get a booster for distemper (I think)...and she also had some blood drawn to test for heartworm and stuff. While testing the blood, I assume, they must have found the bacteria of Lymes Disease in her blood.
And on top of this, we are leaving for OK in eight days, I am down with cramps, we have a sock hop at chruch to decorate for...
God help us.
ever yours, Emily
Monday, June 1, 2009
P.s. i wanted this pic to be at the end....... and its not
this is my best friend for forever and for always
this is my best friend for forever and for always
This movie..........
so-oh-oh-oh-oh ... swee-ee-ee-ee-eet.
very repetitive, but so adorable.
You are so sweet
Dancing to that beat
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
You are so sweet, so sweet
Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other
Sleep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep sleep
Sleep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep
and this one is pretty silly, but colorful. it makes me laugh. it sounds familiar, eh?
this website has been fundamental for my novel... http://www.writing-world.com/
it rocks my socks. it has articals like "What's the Magic Word: Defining the Sources, Effects and Costs of Magic" and these have really helped me revise what i am writing. its really cool.
Well we must know this dude. This dude is Mitchell Davis. Hes pretty cute, no? I love.
i cant wait to see this movie!
so anyways this is an interesting post for youuuuuu.
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