The Newest Fashion

Everybody will be wearing them!

Braided Grass Ring

Dance and Dance some more

We love to dance.
Here's the proof!
DANCE

I am Victorious!

I have conquered the enemy, a vicious forest full of carnivorous plants that are only defeated by the chopping of their leaves to tiny bits.  It was a hard fight and several times I had to retrace my steps and begin anew.  But their ferocity is diminished and they are no more a threat to our castle that houses the princesses of The Bend.  These young princesses will grow someday to become the queens of the land and they must be protected from the plants that threaten to overwhelm the garden.
But for now, the hero has pushed them back and all the kingdom is safe again.

Toenails And Butterflies

I painted my toenails!  Aren't butterflies the perfect icon for spring?  And pastel purple, green, and pink just epitomize the spring feel!

Learn From Our Lemons

This is so great.  The newspaper article on this video was called making lemonade out of lemons.

Comment

I felt like going to a friend's blog and commenting.

Then I didn't see any recent posts that I had a comment opinion about so I came to my blog to comment here.
Well, I challenge all of you to comment on this comment.  And to make an interesting post out of this comment instead of sitting there, in your chair, keeping your opinion selfishly to yourself.

I wonder who reads the comments anyway?

Do You?

Some Not So Nice Poetry

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Some Very Nice Poetry

TO AUTUMN. (John Keats)
                                            1.
    SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
        With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
        And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
            To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
        And still more, later flowers for the bees,
        Until they think warm days will never cease,
            For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
                                            2.
    Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
        Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
    Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
        Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
    Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
        Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
            Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
    And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
        Steady thy laden head across a brook;
        Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
            Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
                                            3.
    Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
        Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
        And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
        Among the river sallows, borne aloft
            Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
        Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
        The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
           And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Riddle

What is the surname of a male descendant of a man named Ray?

I'll give you a hint: he's the son of Ray.

Give up?

Okay, here's the answer! Rayson (raisin)

hehehe!

Scratch

I hear someone
scratching letters,
but I can't hear
the story they tell.
I myself
write down stories
and listen to
the tale they sound.
A new language
spoke by pencils
and mysterious
still to hear.
What new story
might be written
you can hear
but cannot tell.

Silvester

I love that name.

Happy New Year's Eve!! I hope you have the party of your life this evening!

Christmas

Merry Christmas! It is now boxing day and I am wishing you the best.
I had a wonderful Christmas that, though not quite what I expected. It was a great experience and everyone is happy and we all learned something, I think (I hope).
Now we get to look forward to the new year! This is my second blogging Christmas and here I am, looking back at the year and saying that I didn't blog enough but I sure did write in my journal!

Christmas Eve

It is the day before Christmas and all through the house,
Presents are hiding in corners and couches.
Tomorrow the children will all be gathered
and tissue paper, boxes, bags and wrappers
will cover the floor, the tables and chairs
as presents are given, opened, and shared.

Aren't you looking forward to it? No matter how much work it takes to get to that point, it is worth it to see smiles on your family's faces!
I just love Christmas!


Merry Christmas

Christmas Adam

Happy Christmas Adam everyone!!

You don't know what Christmas Adam is, you say?

Well,
Adam came before Eve.

Cheetah Fast

This is just hilarious, as well as kind of clever. I hope you like it!

Art and Shakespeare

Does this make you think of Shakespeare?















I didn't think so, what about indecision?

Conglomeration

Here's another few funny things I wanted to remember from a top ten list about Phobias on Merriam-Webster.com

Eremophobia: The morbid dread of being alone.

Kakorrhaphiophobia: An abnormal fear of failure.

Phobophobia: An excessive fear of acquiring a phobia.

Don't be afraid of getting these...I'm sure they're not too much of an acquired trait.

Words

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words all being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature, 1980

“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.”

– George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," 1946

“For there is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.”

– John Updike, Self-Consciousness, 1989

“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter – it's the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”

– Mark Twain, 1888

“'Well,' said Owl, 'the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.'

'What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?'
said Pooh. 'For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.'

'It means the Thing to Do.'

'As long as it means that, I don’t mind,' said Pooh humbly.'”

– A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh, 1926

I found these wonderful quotes on Merriam-Webster.com. They are part of the Top 10 Favorite Quotations About Words list. I really enjoyed these quotes.

Ocean Picture

Do you remember in elementary school when you went to art class and had a lot of fun making innocent yet obviously brilliant art? Yup, I just relived my childhood by coloring an ocean scene in crayon and then painting watercolor blue over the top to make it look like the ocean. Brilliant technique! Perhaps I'll put up my results and perhaps I shall use the technique in a different way and report visually. Either way, you should try it. It'll be a work of art!

Should have Yesterday

I should have posted yesterday because it was 11-11-11 but guess what-I totally have neglected my blog on account of doing homerwork so here is my nov. eleventh post.

Wish
star light
star bright
I wish I may I wish I might
have the wishes I wish tonight
I wish to have the world in my hands
I want it all; I wish for sweet dreams
happily ever afters
and lots to laugh at
I wish for


what do you wish for?