Hope you enjoy!

Battle of the Armrest

The Latest to Today Show Episodes:

The Alphabets

Celtic Zucchinis



Annnnddddd...

Elderly Elevator

We clean our room!!

Happy Birthday Mom!

Let it Snow

I'm gonna...

Giles

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”~C.S. Lewis.


Argh! Yes! Brisingr was not long enough! Such a good series! However, I was a little disappointed with the lack of a climax. = ( I was waiting for the climax, waiting, waiting...

And then the book just ended. But I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Here's another excellent quote by C.S. Lewis:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
He is such a wise man.




So, per request of Libby, Peach, and Kei, I am posting these videos.

Do not feel obligated to watch it. You probably won't be amused.

A laugh for all you NaNoWriMo-ers:

Here is a hilarious, indispensible quote from William Somerset Maugham:
(It made me burst out in giggles, [yes, giggles mind you] when I first read it)

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

Is that hysterically, tragically true? Boy, do I know it. I am in the process of creating a villain (not for NaNo, for school!) and I have decided to make him as interesting as the main character. Huh. Easier said than done.

Anyway, here's some inspiration for you writers:





I am convinced that most bloggers decrease posting by half in November, if they are doing NaNo. Not that I blame them or anything.

Here's to NaNo-ers! Best wishes to you and have fun writing. I hope your eye's don't dry out from staring at the computer screen!

Sublimate!

My current vocabularily word is SUBLIMATE.

The official definition is:

sublimate (sub' le mait) [limen sublimate (sub' le mait)

To turn aside an instintual, perhaps primitive impulse in favor of a more socially or culturally acceptable activity.


However, I have redefined the word. Here's what it now means:

sublimate:

To suppress the desire to squeeze a brand new tube of toothpaste in the middle. To chose to not eat the first bite out of every apple. Deciding not to hurl the chair you just stubbed your toe on half-way across the room.

In a sense, sublimate means, "Don't anything Ramona Quimby would do."

Sublimating is choosing not to throw the Murder in the Cathedral commentary at the librarian's head because it's the commentary and not the actual play. It means to not bang the keyboard in frustration when the computer deletes the resource page that you've been collecting for the last hour.

Yup. It's been a great Monday.

Enough complaining. You know what I need to do? I need to go write a story about a character who attracts misfortune. Right now. Then, if I can make enough horrid things happen to them, then I will feel better.

After all, didn't Jonathon Swift say, "Nothing is bigger or smaller except by comparision."? So by comparison with this story I am going to write, my little troubles will melt away like, um, er, uh, butter?

Here's a song for you all:

Worthy Aspirations?

I may not measure up to the awesomeness of Maid Marian, but at least I can be Lady Cluck.

Rock on Duct Tape!!!

Lib and Jare, my friends over at Random Jotdowns, are having a Duct Tape week. As I can't really email the video to Lib so she can post this on her awesome blog, I am posting it here. I am not exactly sure what number today is, but at church we made this awesome movie:

We took it in the game closet after service. After we emerged, giggling, we discovered that a little girl had locked herself in the elevator! The same elevator with which we made this video. Make sure you watch the end! Peach, always a dear, filmed it for us. Rock on duct tape!!!

I think Lib and Jare should have a duct tape day each week.

P.S. If you haven't voted yet, VOTE! Scroll down a couple of posts to see the pictures.

Love this song!

Humor me. I love this song.

The Celtic Zucchinis: The Latest to Today's Show

Is it just me, or is this our best one yet?

Attempts at Opera... sort of.

Sometimes, in video-making (we are too un-serious to call it filming) the mess-ups are a million times more humorous than the actual movie. These attempts were first tries on making a video about elevators. The idea was to for us to be trapped. It wasn't the brightest idea.

Eventually, we abandoned these clips, as they were...um... maybe a little too embarrassing, and a little too...unintelligent. Why I am posting these, I wonder? Maybe I need to rethink this. By the way, Lib, please don't kill me for this. (She's the middle girl in the below clip)

Somehow, watching these, all my ambitions to be in The Marriage of Figaro crumble and fade. I don't think I was born to be an opera star.

Ophelia, the Ninja Nanny.

Previously, I've been a car jacking hoodlum. Yesterday, according to my mother, I was a Ninja Nanny, a Colombian terrorist, or a French Guerilla Warrior. Yeah. Great. Knee socks, a beret, and a black sweatshirt. Put together, are they really that threatening? I though they were just stupid looking.

I learned a long time ago to stop pretending I had any semblance of fashion sense.

The Reluctant Dragon:

Has anyone who reads this blog actually seen the cartoon?


As of late, we have been attempting to clean out our disastrously messy attic. Only instead of cleaning the attic, it seems like we are simply making the rest of the house cluttered. Our furnace room, the small closet-ish room in which the ladder to the attic stands, is shoulder high with garbage bags filled with JUNK! So, to get up, we swing from a lip on the inside of the door way. It is quite a feat of athleticism. I am very proud of myself. =D
These past few days, I have been making crucial decisions, like "Do we really need to keep the stuffed animal Pooh Bear I played with when I was six?" and "Must we keep three different copies of The Secret Garden?"
The worst part about cleaning up there is that I cannot stand up straight. My back hurts and I feel like I am 80 instead of 14. And there's always the chance that I could fall through the ceiling. Ah Well. I suppose I might survive. Maybe.

Slide:

I found this on another blog, and I think it is awesome. I have doubts (strong ones) about the truth of the trick. =D

Now for the real question: Would you do it? I would in a heartbeat.

Found:

One Ophelia. Yup, I am back. Well, back online. I wasn't really gone, but Audrey was here and we were busy. In honor of her:

And I was suddenly, tragically struck with the thought that it is August, and I have less than a month before school starts. Maybe it was the rain that reminded me. Or perhaps it was starting my Writing about Books course I took this morning. Anyway, here's how I feel about the subject: Sick, by Shel Silverstein

'I cannot go to school today,

'Said little Peggy Ann McKay.'

I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more-that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke-

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is...Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play! '

This is a highly intelligent, instructional video. If you watch it, it is imperative that you teach the thingamabob to someone else. Aubrey taught it to moi. Perhaps the trick isn't the most useful skill in the world. However, I maintain that it is an art! No body ever accused Picasso of creating useful things.

Sorry!

As you may have noticed, I forgot to tag anyone for that last tag.

This is difficult, for I have no idea who has already completed it! It seems to be going around with alarming rapidity!
I shall tag:
Gabrielle

Bekah

Lizzy


I am on a Veggie Tales craze, and I thought I might as well drag you all along with me. That's one of the great things about having younger siblings: you get to go back and watch all the videos you saw as a Little. Or maybe I'm just weird.
If you can believe it, I am working hard to commit this one to memory.

August Tags:

I believe this is called the Hopeless Romantic tag. I was tagged by Libby, of all people. Please excuse me while I murder her.

What two qualities do you want most in your future husband?

Loves God with all his heart, soul, mind, and strength. After that, TALL.

Is there a fictional character you see as a model for your future husband?

I really, really like Libby's answer on this one. Shall I quote it?

"Yeah, but that’s because they are fictional-not real =P" Peter Pan. Yeah, I am going to marry Peter Pan. I don't know!!! Okay, an earnest response would be Malcolm from George MacDonald's Malcolm. But Curdie is awesome. And so is Alec Forbes of Howglen.

Where do you want your wedding?Somewhere---------over the rainbow!

What are your views on courtship?

Well, what is your definition of courtship? If it means doing things in groups, fine.

What are your views on your first kiss?

Let's just say it will be really easy for me to wait for it.

Do you have or want a purity ring/locket?

Nope. I don't feel as though a medal band increases the strength of my convictions.

Do you have or want a hope chest? I hope to get one, but not necessarily because of the connection with marriage. I do have a box of special memories.

Will you wear a veil at your wedding?

If I get married, I will, and I shall actually wear the veil over my face, like you are supposed to. That's where the tradition lies.

What kind of wedding dress do you want?

A white one.

What flowers do you want in your bouquet?

Calla Lilies.

What do you want to name one of your daughters?

I don't know.

What do you want to name one of your sons?

Ransom.

Do you believe in the 'knight-in-shining-armor' view of courtship?

That's a little vague.

What music do you want to play at your wedding?

Solveig's Song.

Are you a hopeless romantic?

Yes, but at fourteen, I want romance to stay comfortably between the pages of a book.

Here is a video for you, if you didn't want to have to read that tag.


I regret to inform you that I cannot do the Favorite Historical Figure tag, because I cannot pick just one figure to do it with.

The Best of the Best

Just for your information, I have this entire song memorized.

Greetings!

I am back from camp! Hopefully I shall put together some of the (few) videos I took while there sometime (soon.)

Going away and not being able to access technology for a week has increased my enthusiasm for blogging. Absence makes the heart grow fonder!

And I know you've all been working on your Weird is the New Normal photos while I was gone, right? RIGHT? RIGHT???? I have Daddy's picture already, and I think I am going to post entries as they come. What say you?

One great scene:

Can you say this?

I just thought that ya'll needed to watch some Muppet's. After all, who doesn't? It is character building, and it stimulates the mind. Right. And can you say, Humpty's Lumpy Pumpernickel crumpets? And do I even have it right?