Our Move

This month, we moved back out to the middle of nowhere. We used to live in a small town on the edge of the middle of nowhere, and have moved an hour away from it to the middle of nowhere. That's a lot of nowhere! When I was a year old, my Mom and Dad moved out to the Hill Country, and we set up shop until I was about twelve. Then we moved to town. Now I'm fifteen and we've moved back again!

It feels good to be back home, but it sure is different. We have to wake up earlier Sundays, and we have to go to my grandmother's house (who lives in town) for all of Tuesday and Wednesday mornings so we can go to co-op. It's also kind of cool to remember all  the fun things I did here as a kid. Also, we're closer to our OTHER grandparents who live here. Again, it's different, but it's cool to be back here.

In other news, my sister went to regionals and is now the 6th best violin player in the region! Good job, Sis! I always knew you were great at playing the violin. The worst sound in the world is someone who cannot play the violin and insisting on doing so anyways. The best sound in the world is someone who is excellent at playing violin and insisting on doing so anyways. My sister is the latter.   

Writer's Block

I have no idea what to write today. I just don't know. We had torrents of rain this morning, a good thing if you're in a drought like we are. Also, do you ever have one of those days where you can't type right? If we didn't have spell check we would be doing this: Deer Mistier Gotunhimer, Tahnk yu fur the parte last knight. the cake wus delishaishus. mush love. Bobv and Sally Carol. Think about it. If we didn't have spell check, no one could read one another's handwriting. 

We have something our Family calls "Brain Sludge" It's where you get songs and phrases stuck in your head. And if you can't remember what the song or phrase is, your brain goes "Inconceivable! Hurry and find that vital piece of information! And have fun storming the castle!" It's like if we can't find the next verse of the song, missiles will launch into Russia and start World War III .

More Brain Sludge makes you write stuff on your blog when you don't know what to write! Your brain says "Need something to write about? Why not write about how you can't spell today." I apologize for this. Now I've got to go sing "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog". You can join in if you like.

       

Dart Guns and Beyblades, and New Years, Oh My!

Can you believe it's 2012????!!!! I can't! But enough about me.

You came to this blog to see if I continued the story yet, or you actually want to see what happened to our Christmas and new years THEN see if I wrote another part to the story yet.

Christmas Eve we went to my Grandmother's church for service, and then went to look at lights. We read the last day in our advent storybook, and read that version of Saint Nick from the civil war era, (Not a creature was stirring, etc...) back when my Mom, and all the other homeschool parents were 20-something. We woke up, waited for Mom and Dad to get up then opened our stockings, and ate a breakfast of turnovers.

Then we opened presents. I got a REALLY neat tie that has all the names of Jesus on it. I also got Iron Targets for gun practice out at the ranch, a Beyblade 2-pack with a Poison Scorpio and Burn Fireblaze. I also got a Rock Zurafa Beyblade as well. I got two Manga (Japanese) Dinosaur King comic books, that Mom and Dad wouldn't let me read because I had to open the other darned presents. My sister and I also got a dart gun pack, that we love!

For New Years, we went to Mustang and Bertha's house. After a lovely party, losing at ultimate tag, and eating the party junk food, we went home. Dad was a party pooper and went to bed early. Me, Mom, and Firefly watched Mr. Popper's Penguins until 12. Next time we woke up, it was 2012!!

Sorry about the story. I know you came here JUST for that. (I can see EVERRRRRRRYTHIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGGGG!)         

A Special Gift to Me

One of the most special gifts to me happened when I was four. My little sister.

Firefly is a great playmate for outside, for Bakugan, Beyblade, or just wrestling. Like all siblings, she can sometimes be a pain, but no matter how annoying she gets, (Ahem, Firefly) I can always count on her to brighten my day.

Right now, she's laughing over the funny stuff in her journal, and I can't help but smile. She is a great blessing to us all.ether as a goofy friend, a loving sibling, or a happy family member.

We can know she will laugh her joyful way to victory in the Lord.

Firefly the baby burrito

Firefly eating....something

Firefly at the ranch