tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73936996181875970502024-03-14T06:50:21.250-07:00Under A MushroomBecause sometimes the best things in life are often the simplest.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-76090444574223603572008-11-14T13:29:00.000-08:002008-11-14T14:17:39.141-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ454TEU14msOkik_4sHImrfy_HQvaZbPM-EohCMpxMLbA5C-RBg9tIdcysXLJ6o7Qnf9azi3g_stmpLjIPtYmfaJLYDSQpa9dbaKM26w4itg0qNjOZHXCdUzcYnAP05cMsknggVT-hng_/s1600-h/Fundraising+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ454TEU14msOkik_4sHImrfy_HQvaZbPM-EohCMpxMLbA5C-RBg9tIdcysXLJ6o7Qnf9azi3g_stmpLjIPtYmfaJLYDSQpa9dbaKM26w4itg0qNjOZHXCdUzcYnAP05cMsknggVT-hng_/s320/Fundraising+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268632513190389202" border="0" /></a><br />I thought I should post something of the happenings of my life, because my poor blog has been neglected of late. This is only a short post, the big update will come next week.<br /><br />So, what did I do this morning? Well bake dozens of cookies of course, who doesn't?<br />All this past week my sister and I have been making cookies and candy and more candy, for a fundraiser we're having at our church this Saturday, (I'll tell you WHY we're having this fundraiser in my update that's coming ) and on Tuesday we had some friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwq02rpnodG_INLYBBhJwLVtjvTehk77bpxgf6ZMb4C8sa7YiX-plcMt4s4cAbL_XcGeIZSRK52gMte6fr9PSZtedJN_ItegpbfT_zjEHNF4xTnImoFNZ-7Ck0pnNjOpfajkk2lKIUp-_F/s1600-h/Fundraising+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwq02rpnodG_INLYBBhJwLVtjvTehk77bpxgf6ZMb4C8sa7YiX-plcMt4s4cAbL_XcGeIZSRK52gMte6fr9PSZtedJN_ItegpbfT_zjEHNF4xTnImoFNZ-7Ck0pnNjOpfajkk2lKIUp-_F/s320/Fundraising+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268637081834840754" border="0" /></a>s of ours over for a big taffy making party! It was sticky but so much fun.<br />As I was pulling my last tray of cookies out of the oven this morning I decided to take some pictures and post them, so here they are.<br />If you want one they are 50 cents.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHJCsbLZfq4Qoef_Fuwa5x549BSZS5VclsGw7xd3PI9_eykxzZDhdtkN4xMwQXW7rUWo14Mr6i9KDK4CEGvhf-Pxi61DfyTo7WrEDNXkmBiwTbaCu1SxC3G0ysxEmQ__6dzd2f5BwStPF/s1600-h/Fundraising+012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHJCsbLZfq4Qoef_Fuwa5x549BSZS5VclsGw7xd3PI9_eykxzZDhdtkN4xMwQXW7rUWo14Mr6i9KDK4CEGvhf-Pxi61DfyTo7WrEDNXkmBiwTbaCu1SxC3G0ysxEmQ__6dzd2f5BwStPF/s320/Fundraising+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268637910682946514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDspOJlHQmINaZg4-DFqJxkpylCH5DMkZ6sHEoi3-1xZzF9tXyqaxUn2Z-ieU1J6P16nue_5_moqzacWHznajKlYBVivMrS9sJNhrDymHaVl87ouFHBF6hxqqWC_JCU3RQhy0NPNngnvlo/s1600-h/Fundraising+017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDspOJlHQmINaZg4-DFqJxkpylCH5DMkZ6sHEoi3-1xZzF9tXyqaxUn2Z-ieU1J6P16nue_5_moqzacWHznajKlYBVivMrS9sJNhrDymHaVl87ouFHBF6hxqqWC_JCU3RQhy0NPNngnvlo/s320/Fundraising+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268639280789763890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkE2JBRT6A6wWZiSObxjgf9T2t2hyphenhyphenSmuoMJkG9LwcXTx9yFHA_Tx-bPhfA2VowNL0eobzJEUuVteXEIhcYXgWkOU0kKcHWbmKWHXWz1pYT8zpBKhj9EK2Gn-1oS5ZxVeX6xLMuOo80ih0/s1600-h/Fundraising+017.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXYI_syG7nd8akEO_iJTO3qB__fRbz7aRGrnRCbP4KC_Mh12zIQ964oUIdRzGancQdGGXrlnjt9vtQYKbcax-eGhRL_qo4zZgPVl71iPHDW8QRab_TZqt6bm1knIjFfpTsGmCTJ8JnivZ/s1600-h/Fundraising+025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXYI_syG7nd8akEO_iJTO3qB__fRbz7aRGrnRCbP4KC_Mh12zIQ964oUIdRzGancQdGGXrlnjt9vtQYKbcax-eGhRL_qo4zZgPVl71iPHDW8QRab_TZqt6bm1knIjFfpTsGmCTJ8JnivZ/s320/Fundraising+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638768405346546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkE2JBRT6A6wWZiSObxjgf9T2t2hyphenhyphenSmuoMJkG9LwcXTx9yFHA_Tx-bPhfA2VowNL0eobzJEUuVteXEIhcYXgWkOU0kKcHWbmKWHXWz1pYT8zpBKhj9EK2Gn-1oS5ZxVeX6xLMuOo80ih0/s1600-h/Fundraising+017.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhcNwaX5HWNiMSSTOdL2HeeNd6NUFKcPoSQa6StpDDauuNrzdhPqoKViI3Q0CB6BsoaDBMnYQFY6YKlpfDlihS4kF0RbwRcMFVF58DVblYuqpSJkg_rJxckMZqjXrqqywsFweE3ykvctA/s1600-h/Fundraising+001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhcNwaX5HWNiMSSTOdL2HeeNd6NUFKcPoSQa6StpDDauuNrzdhPqoKViI3Q0CB6BsoaDBMnYQFY6YKlpfDlihS4kF0RbwRcMFVF58DVblYuqpSJkg_rJxckMZqjXrqqywsFweE3ykvctA/s320/Fundraising+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268639624383634130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I'm off! To a friends house, to bake more cookies and see if we can't raise just a little bit more money.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-17427426849867083372008-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:002008-07-18T19:38:55.101-07:00This is somthing my TEN YEAR OLD BROTHER WROTE!!Yes my mom is teaching us well.<br /><br /> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Soaked with sweat<br />Blazing sun<br />Felt like I'd been<br />Shot with a gun.<br />Leaning down<br />Many a time<br />My hands covered<br />With red gooey slime.<br />Needing a break<br />It was so hot<br />I could barely think.<br />Finally, finally,<br />Our dad says we can stop.<br />Right when he said that<br />I was so happy I almost<br />Collapsed and dropped.<br />When we get back<br />We nearly have an<br />Unlimited supply<br />Of Strawberries.</p>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-16123852391149948372008-07-18T18:28:00.001-07:002008-07-18T18:29:22.379-07:00Emily Dickinson<pre style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,<br />And Mourners to and fro<br />Kept treading – treading – till it seemed<br />That Sense was breaking through –<br /><br />And when they all were seated,<br />A Service, like a Drum –<br />Kept beating – beating – till I thought<br />My Mind was going numb –<br /><br />And then I heard them lift a Box<br />And creak across my Soul<br />With those same Boots of Lead, again,<br />Then Space – began to toll,<br /><br />As all the Heavens were a Bell,<br />And Being, but an Ear,<br />And I, and Silence, some strange Race<br />Wrecked, solitary, here –<br /><br />And then a Plank in Reason, broke,<br />And I dropped down, and down –<br />And hit a World, at every plunge,<br />And Finished knowing – then –</span> </pre>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-77542634279323878002008-05-25T20:34:00.000-07:002008-05-26T07:51:55.337-07:00Would you like to buy some lemonade?Summer is finally here! Hopefully.<br />I can't tell you how much fun it is to throw on some white shorts and a blue tank top, grab my sister and a little change and ride downtown on our bicycles. There's something about a beautiful Sunday afternoon that makes me want to go get ice cream!<br /><br />So this Sunday we did! After the ice cream, Hannah and I rode our bikes around town for a little bit, stopped by the Daily Grind ( almost everything else was closed because of memorial day weekend ) and then started on home.<br /> While walking our bikes across the railroad tracks and munching on skittles, we began to talk of the things we wanted to do this summer ( mostly ways to make money ) and it was then I realized how lucky I was to have a sister this close in age to me and how boring life would be otherwise.<br /> We've had so many adventures together they're hard to count! Most of them are because of the stupid mistakes we made, hilarious but oh so stupid.<br /> Anyways I'm getting sidetracked, let me get back to those summer plans.<br />It just so happens that our family is moving about a half hour away from the berry capital of the world! And right now, the rate for berry pickers is ten dollars an hour! Yep. there goes our summer!<br /><br />Its a small town but I might even get a job as a waitress.....maybe.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-33161486627337926102008-05-14T18:35:00.000-07:002008-05-14T18:51:50.753-07:00Here are some pictures of our new house! I stole them from my Dad's Blog:)<div class="post-body entry-content"> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZkWWfnQI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUELGMCIG8Y/s1600-h/Control+Panels+Existing058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZkWWfnQI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUELGMCIG8Y/s320/Control+Panels+Existing058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200348675739458818" border="0" /></a>This is the back yard view of the mountains.<br /></p><p>(They're kinda hard to see).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZlWWfnRI/AAAAAAAAABg/NnL5EeNiQuc/s1600-h/Control+Panels+Existing059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZlWWfnRI/AAAAAAAAABg/NnL5EeNiQuc/s320/Control+Panels+Existing059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200348692919328018" border="0" /></a></p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"> <span class="post-author vcard"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-527070455"></span></span><br /></div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"> <span class="post-labels"> </span> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"> <a name="8887432895152170860"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZB2WfnPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LNxAxf6R6Dk/s1600-h/Control+Panels+Existing061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtZB2WfnPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LNxAxf6R6Dk/s320/Control+Panels+Existing061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200348083033971954" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> This is where the garden will be placed on the slope.<br /></p><div class="post-body entry-content"> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-527070455"></span></span><br /></div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"> <span class="post-labels"> </span> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"> <a name="8887432895152170860"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>Here is the back side of the home. The yard is flat for croquet and a garden. The BBQ area is a little small but then 3 BBQ's would make any deck look small....<br /></p><p>Yes we have 3!<br /></p> </div> <div class="post-footer"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span></div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"> <span class="post-labels"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"> <a name="2608662624253373903"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtKR2WfnOI/AAAAAAAAABI/4WtFr3pmaTo/s1600-h/Control+Panels+Existing054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIAHh8Z84QY/SCtKR2WfnOI/AAAAAAAAABI/4WtFr3pmaTo/s320/Control+Panels+Existing054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200331865237462242" border="0" /></a><br />This is our new home in Ferndale, Wa. It is a 5 bedroom with a large bonus room over the garage.<br /></p><p>And a porch:)!<br /></p> </div><br /></div><!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"> <span class="post-author vcard"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-527070455"></span></span><br /></div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"> <span class="post-labels"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"> <a name="2608662624253373903"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div><br /></div><!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height-->Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-56827228969560792432008-04-30T13:14:00.001-07:002008-05-01T09:21:43.826-07:00Top Twenty!<em>What: Top twenty favorite books in no particular order. Don’t think about it for too long. Take twenty minutes only to compile your list. Bold the ones you’ve read, or reread, since you’ve started blogging. Include novels, non fiction and plays.<br /><br />It was harder than I thought, narrowing my list down to Only twenty books, but it was a lot of fun!<br /><br /></em><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pride and Prejudice</span><br />The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Mandy</span><br />Daddy Long Legs<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Make Lemonade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Silver Cricket </span><br />Going Solo<br />Where the Red Fern Grows<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Out of the Dust</span><br />Banner in the Sky<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Cross and the Switchblade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maniac Magee</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Britches</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gods Smuggler</span><br />Two are Better than One<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheaper by the Dozen</span><br />The Thief Lord<br />The Gamage Cup<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Golden</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Julie </span>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-41592705858790406822008-04-24T11:46:00.000-07:002008-04-24T12:11:41.472-07:00A poem I wrote, ( I was in a bad mood that day ).Constant is the rain,<br />sinking my spirits down<br />into the muddy ground<br />like a limp leaf.<br /><br />Looming are the clouds,<br />colorless and steady,<br />promising a future of<br />wetness and cold.<br /><br />Dark are my thoughts,<br />ready to murder anyone<br />who says a sunny word<br />to me.<br /><br />Dead is the sibling,<br />the one that disregarded<br />his sisters warning.<br /><br />Its funny, but I really like this one. Weird huh? Maybe because in the beginning it starts out so poetic, kinda sorta;). But after the second verse all the poeticness goes down hill and WOW do my true feelings emerge!Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-82754806724154429832008-04-09T21:41:00.000-07:002008-04-09T22:07:01.262-07:00The Dream.<div style="text-align: left;">Piano, my silent<br /><br />mother,<br /><br />I can touch you,<br /><br />you are cool<br /><br />and smooth<br /><br />and willing<br /><br />to stay with me<br /><br />stay with me<br /><br />talk to me.<br /><br />Uncomplaining<br /><br />you accept<br /><br />the cover to your keys<br /><br />and still<br /><br />you<br /><br />make room<br /><br />for all that I<br /><br />place<br /><br />there.<br /><br />We close our eyes<br /><br />together<br /><br />and together find that stillness<br /><br />like a pond<br /><br />a pond<br /><br />when the wind is quiet<br /><br />and the surface<br /><br />glazes <br /><br />gazing unblinking<br /><br />at the blue sky.<br /><br />I play songs<br /><br />that have only the pattern<br /><br />of my self in them<br /><br />and you hum along<br /><br />supporting me.<br /><br />You are the<br /><br />companion<br /><br />to myself.<br /><br />The mirror<br /><br />with my mother's eyes.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~(Taken from) Out of the Dust,<br />by Karen Hesse<br /></span></div>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-7735641836771643102008-04-06T20:13:00.000-07:002008-04-08T12:03:29.635-07:00Beast by Donna Jo Napoli and Rafal Olbinski.<img src="http://www.teenreads.com/art/covers/140w/0689835892.jpg" vspace="4" width="140" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I gasp roughly.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">Beast and warrior glow white, burning, against the gold ground.<br />The sun glints off the illuminated pages as it glints off the metal <span>mar-</span><span>snake-that twists around and around from my wrist to my elbow. My fists clench; I am aghast at dying, aghast at killing.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>And thus begins the story of a Persian prince, who is doomed to become a beast.<br />I've always loved the story of Beauty and the Beast, and so I pranced upon this book, eagerly.<br />The story is told in first person, from the view of Orasmyn, a young prince who sets an ancient curse in motion by angering a fairy. Not very smart! He has to leave behind his beloved family in order to escape death at the hands of his unknowing father.<br />To India and back he travels, across Europe to France, in search redemption and forgiveness. Not knowing that a young French beauty named be Belle would be his redeemer.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> I liked this book but I don't think I loved it. I did like the way she worked roses into the story (no I'm not going to tell you) and also learning about Muslim customs and other rituals I would never have learned otherwise! I do know for certain that I was absolutely fascinated by Donna Jo Napoli's way of retelling this classic story, and from a view not many people have ever thought of before!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">warning: Some very graphic details</span>.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-72371232299762323812008-04-04T16:13:00.000-07:002008-04-04T21:29:30.819-07:00Hi I'm back! I know you're thinking 'gee Rosie, thanks for deserting us, AGAIN!!" But that's not fair because I really haven't! Its all my computer fault! Anyways these last few weeks have been very busy but oh so much fun. I will update past happenings later, but first here are the four fairy tales I've chosen for the challenge.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Beast by by Donna Jo Napoli and Rafal Olbinski </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">The Rose Bride by Nancy Holder</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hush: An Irish Princess tale by Donna Jo Napoli</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Golden by Cameron Donkey<br /><br /></span>A review is coming soon.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-40601829383256561702008-03-05T17:07:00.001-08:002008-03-05T17:39:11.945-08:00A challenge!! Yay I love new challenges!<br />Its hosted by <a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://squeakybooks.blogspot.com/">Squeaky Books </a><br />and the goal is to read at least four twisted fairy tales by May 5.<br />I don't know what I'm going to be reading just yet, but I think I have some ideas! <br /> <br /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZgYODSqz5FAzhQUpKi2sD-yTIyglRTX1-aAINVPGZGq5gJXJZ7Uqscosiqp83HG2vFj8PaDCMcuJ3B4Wtul1svpg-0hc6fhlMY211aqlrgG_mURGc9M6WrVLjy7s2Zmd7FHQ4p3cVKs/s1600/Banner2.jpg" alt="[Banner2.jpg]" border="0" />Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393699618187597050.post-24426777178700822682008-03-04T11:24:00.000-08:002008-03-04T21:31:26.784-08:00Magic......<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The shiny black cover of a new notebook, lures me, from its place on the bed.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"> I sniff its delicious newness with delight while slowly I turn the pages.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"> Stories flood my head, vivid pictures and tender poems mix with color descriptions and lonely poetry until they're all just a bunch of meaningless words.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"> I sift through it, untangling the jumbo. Then a story leaps out at me itching through my fingertips to be told. </p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">I reach for the sharpened pencil, and chew on it's pink eraser. Then I put the tip to the lined paper and watch with interest as my story unfolds on to its hungry pages. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12282457491552917688noreply@blogger.com3