Love is an action.

    What is love? I mean, really. What is love? Is love a reaction? Meaning you react to something someone did to or for you? Or is love a desire? A wanting. Or maybe love is simply a smile. But what makes someone smile? Love? Or happiness? Happiness. So is love happiness?
    Love is happy, yes. But is love always easy? Well, that depends on what love is, right?
=D
    Maybe love is...

1.

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

OR... 2.

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3.

(bleep) passion or desire.

4.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5.

(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?

6.

a love affair

7.

affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.

8.

strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.

9.

the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.

10.

the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.

11.

Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.

12.

a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.

–verb (used with object)

13.

to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.

14.

to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).

15.

to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.

16.

to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.

17.

to embrace and kiss (someone)

18.

to have love or affection for another person; be in love.

19.

love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets.

20.

for love,

     a.

     out of affection or liking; for pleasure.

     b.

     without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.

21.

for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.

22.

in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.

23.

in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.

24.

no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers. 

Inerteresting. (My new favorite word.) There was actually more definitions, but I didn't think they were very appropriate. =)

So according to the dictionary, love is 28 different things. But what is love to God? 'Ever thought of that? Is love really just 'pleasure'? 

God thinks of love as obedience. If we love Him, we'll obey Him. It's an act. Doing something. Showing that you love (him/her/it) by doing something to prove it. You don't just love something/one and never ever ever do anything about it!

My family has thing odd little language for animals - especially dogs. My dad's whole family does it, and now my family does it. Whenever there's a cute pup, we speak in a really high voice (kind of like a puppy, actually) and squeak out, "Oo... poor pupper, he's so dumb!" Or something. We speak and pat and rub to show our dogs that we love them. In turn, they whine and grunt. 
=)
Love is an action. Not a reaction. Not a desire or mistake. Love is an action.

Jamie's Fall

Jamie looked out her window. She was a passenger in a fifteen-seater van heading to Mexico. Jamie was fifteen, and usually loved road trips. She had been enjoying this one, but halfway through, she had gotten motion sickness, and wasn’t feeling to well. She studied the mountains. They were in Idaho, coming from Canada. The mountains were very beautiful, even though it was March; there was still snow on the tops of the highest ones. She noticed they were heading into a small city, and she dreaded the smell of McDonalds and car exhaust. She crinkled her nose.

They finally passed through the city, and were crossing over a bridge. It was a very long, beautiful bridge. The water was deep, clear, and blue. The waves were not still, by a long shot, but she still sensed calmness about it. Suddenly, she watched a man jump from the tall bridge down into the roaring waves. Jamie screamed at her uncle who was driving, “STOP THE CAR!” Her uncle swerved, braked, and stopped just off the bridge. Jamie leaped out of the car, with her uncle questioningly hurrying after her, “Jamie, what are you doing? What’s going on?” Jamie pointed to the man, “He jumped in. He needs help.” Jamie kept running while peeling off her shoes. She didn’t even think about how cold the water was, she just kept running. She was about forty feet away when something grabbed her waist and she plummeted backward.

It was her uncle, “What are you doing?” She asked, fighting to let loose and save the man, “LET ME GO!” she screamed. Her uncle turned her around, “Jamie! Calm down!” Jamie twisted and turned and finally got free, racing once more to the water. She was only ten feet away, when her uncle yelled, “The sign, Jamie, the SIGN!” Jamie paused only for a moment to look around and find a sign. She read it, ‘WARNING: It is forbidden to enter this water, there are extremely strong currents at all times of the day and year.’ Jamie looked to the bridge to think, and plunged in the icy water.

Sometimes people do wrong things for the right reason. Jamie jumped into the forbidden water (a wrong thing to do) to save someone (a right thing to do). It’s hard to know what do to in wrong-right situations. Right-right and wrong-wrong situations are easy to decipher. If you’re doing the right thing for the right reason, it’s okay to do it. If you’re doing to do the wrong thing for the wrong reason, it’s easy to not do it. Even if you’re doing the right thing for a wrong reason it’s easy to know that it’s wrong. What’s not that easy is telling whether you should do a wrong thing for the right reason. You’re inner self tells you, “In the long hall, I’m doing the right thing!” But if you had to sin (do something you know is wrong) to accomplish the good thing, you’ve lost the most important thing – your soul.

What should have Jamie done? Please email me, I’d like to know your comments.

godslilfarmgirl@gmail.com

Pictures -

 

  

Okay #1. Me huggin Beauzie #2. me and Beauzie #3. Me, Aunt Lucy and Beauzie #4. Mandy, mom, and me (I looooove this picture) #5. mom and dad #6. me and Beauzie.

Pictures!

In Idaho, we have awesome sunsets.
Not that other places don't have beautiful sunsets.
My pastor says only God is awesome, that people use the word awesome too much.
Yes, other places are beautiful.
But Idaho has awesome sunsets. =)

 

And this is beautiful baby Noah from Mrs. Spencer's family....

 

(I was at Kellie's birthday party, that's why I'm all dressed up in old looking clothes. I was Barbra Ann Spooner Wilberforce.) =)

 

Okay that was Noah's mommy, and those last two weren't of the party... =) They were of me painting at church, and a typical Idaho Mountain picture. (BTW ask my mom for rights. =P)

What is Love?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'   

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. My favorites are in bold. See what you think: 

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'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.   

So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'   

Rebecca- age 8

  

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'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.   

You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'   

Billy - age 4

  

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'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'   

Karl - age 5

  

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'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'   

Chrissy - age 6

  

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'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'   

Terri - age 4

  

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'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'   

Danny - age 7

  

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'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.   

My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'   

Emily - age 8

  

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'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'   

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

  

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'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'   

Nikka - age 6   

(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

  

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'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it     everyday.'  

Noelle - age 7 (!!!)

  

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'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'   

Tommy - age 6

  

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'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.   

He was the only one doing that.. I wasn't scared anymore.'   

Cindy - age 8

  

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'My mommy loves me more than anybody   

You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'   

Clare - age 6

  

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'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'   

Elaine-age 5

  

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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.'   

Chris - age 7

  

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'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'   

Mary Ann - age 4

  

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'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'   

Lauren - age 4

  

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'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)   

Karen - age 7

  

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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'   

Mark - age 6

  

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'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'   

Jessica - age 8

  

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A four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.   

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.   

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,   

'Nothing, I just helped him cry'

POLL - What do you rely on?

   I think people rely to much on electronic devices to keep them occupied. This of course is not true for everyone, but a lot of people walk around the malls, grocery stores, book stores, and even sidewalks with an iPod in one ear, and a phone on the other.
   What ever happened to riding your horse to town? Or walking and whistling out loud?
*Sigh*... The good old days. Ah, those truly were the good days. But they're not old. We can still have them still here today! I have a poll at the end of my blog. Check one of the things you can do, after you've completed it that is, and try another!

~Farmgirl Emily

STORY - Krumple-frummped

           Belinda, perched on one's rear, cocked the iced cupcake a little toward the right as her father, Cork, bended a corner. They occupied a buggy, one which they called Pandy, for the morning the account for the vehicle was established, Belinda had plucked a wild Pandananium flower. "Dearest Mr. Cork," Belinda begged her stooped father, "please do and try be mindful of me, for I maintain the world's most coveted baked good --- a cupcake." She smiled pleasantly up at him.
  "Oh my dearest Belinda," He scoffed, "I might as well be a beggar with you standing there, but I do adhere acquiesce to your request."
  "Mr. Cork," Belinda mused, "why does my father tease his daughter so?"
  "Ah," chuckled Cork, "Tiz because I am so fond of my precious jewel, darling."
Belinda blushed, and refrained from uttering another phrase.

          Soon the two were well on their way to the vicinity to where they had earlier made an appointment to be. Belinda was intensely feeling as though her stomach might as well lurch upon this wonderfully made cake, for she hadn't eaten since early that morning, and it was nearly noon if not past it entirely. Cork and his daughter worked their way to the front door of an old temple, one that was not fit for such highly esteemed as these. It's walls were falling apart, the doors wavering in the wind, yet inside, twas decorated in such a likable fashion, you should forget you had ever been by a horror at all. Mr. Cork took the cake from Belinda, as she stroll up the walk, and up the stairs. Then, he replaced it back into her own palms, and opened the door to her. She almost fell apart at the seams. Here was Rupurt, her dearly sick cousin. And Rodrigious, her Uncle of him. Belinda was nearly so joyful at seeing these old friends, she hardly noticed all of them were eating moldy bread or nothing that was appetizing. At that, she dropped the cake, and it fell to the ground with a splat. Belinda fainted, and Truly, another friend, helped her to a table where she lay wait. the cake, after all, was indeed alright, it had just suffered being gravitated to the ground. Also the like was Belinda, after gaining consciousness again shortly. Seeing ones such as old friends, dearly beloveds, cousins, and old acquaintances made her feel krumple-frumped inside, but she was at the least doing alright. She had the wonderful ability to take a chance at speaking to her past acquaintances, and that made her gleeful.

Suddenly, her name rang out throughout the room. Belinda gasped.

    "Did I truly hear my voice? And why, then, did who called it call it?" She inquired.

Another ringing of her name sent her flying to her papa, terrified.

    "Why, dear one, are they calling out your name you ask?" He lifted her chin. "Ah, Lindy. It is not their voices, but the voices of them which is inside of them. The ones - the spirits - that are inside of them want you. They want to take you away from me."

By now, a few effortless tears dripped from her lashes to her cheek as she quietly understood what her unearthly father was saying.
    "Now, dear one, is your time. what will you choose: us or them?"

    "I cannot make that decision myself, father, you know-"
    "Ah, but you can. Now which one do yo choose? Me? Or them?"
    "I choose you."
Then, Belinda's name rung out once more.

    "Belinda, are you not the one who has baked and frosted the world's best and largest cup cake?"
    Belinda blushed. "Yes, I am."
    "Then we do not want you here. Go."
    Belinda almost dropped faint again. "But I have worked so hard!"
    "And that is precisely why we do not allow you here."
    "I see." Belinda and her father walked silently out the door, with the cup cake, hand in hand."


Miss Emily

PHOTOS - Adorible things

 I honestly don't think that this world will last (although absolutely no one knows) until I can have children - sad, but true. (It'd have to be at least 8 years from now, so I'd be 22.) So, I bought my self an adorable 12x12 baby calender and for some odd reason looooooove baby clothes! I don't know why! Something isn't wrong with me, I just will (hopefully) be a good mother someday and have lots of children!

Cute aprons...

Cute things...

PHOTOS - Pictures! (updated 1-28-10)

 

This is me in a big walnut tree at the downtown park.

This is me walking down the one mile long board walk downtown.

 

Really cool day... literally.

=) PLEASE NOTE: YOU ARE NOT SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE. CLICK TO RE SIZE.

~Miss Emily Ruthann

Tradition...

My mom does this on her blog, so I thought, whatever, I'll do it too. =)


January 24th

I'm thinking: I wonder if I should be on here on  a church day like this?
I'm thankful: That God healed my wrist.
What nature is doing: Snowing!!! (Finally.)
What God has been doing: Working in the minds of the ones we once were together with much.
Goals for today: Get to church on time!
I'm wearing: You really should know by now... A jean skirt and tshirt. (only this time it's long sleeved)
I'm creating: Um... a scrapbook.
I'm learning: Geometry.
I'm reading: Waiting For Her Isaac
In the kitchen: Snickerdoodles by Mandy.
I'm going: to church in a half hour or so.
I'm hoping: to see great things happen to our Church.
I'm hearing: Isaac and Mandy play over the piano - or more like Mandy playing, and Isaac upsetting her.
around the house: Isaac and Mandy by the piano, Mom reading a book, Dad laying on the couch like a mummy (arms crossed) with a blanket over him.
My favorite things: Horses, babies, toes.
tonight: Church.
random thought: I've got my father's toes.
quote of the day: Don't look back, leave it all on the track. (RS)
verse of the day: Isaiah 40:9
Pictures of the day:

I own nothing. These pictures are products of Sandra Kuck and her only, unless otherwise noted.

NAMES - (Updated 1-24-10)

   These are my favorite names, and the list is always growing. On my 20 favorites, the underlined ones are my 'favorite favorites'.

   My 20 favorite boy names are: Adonai, Tyrel, Ryan, Joseph, Hartley, Wakefield, Shiah, Liam, Baron, Shilow, Darius, Mason, Laydon, Bailey, Allister, Doxology, Hudson , Morrison, Prescott, & Weston. My 20 favorite girl names are: Danielle, Emiline, Penelope[pen-ehl-oh-pee], Natalie, Morah, Rosalie, Sharkira, Rebecka, Tessa, Jannel, Morgan, Estee, Deseray, Cela, Taylor, Alexia, Brooklyn, Channing, Tarkina, and Idalie. BTW: you say Cela (say-la), and it means 'little rock'.

   Boys are bold and Girls are italics.

   (New names in RED)

Oh, and I know. You feel "sorry" for my kids. Hey, it's my choice, right?

A -

Acker Adan Adar Adrien Adonai Aleron Aaron Allister Alex Alexia Allistar Austriauna Aarika

B -

Balin Baron Baylon Bavol Basim Bently Beniah Belvon Billings Blake Baliey Brandon Ben Benjamen Branson Benson Belinda Brooklyn

C -

Caspian Canaan Caetan, Cagle, Cadel, Corrin Carter Caleb Chelon(Kay-lone, meaning strong) Cadon Caylee Cailla(Kayla) Cela(Selah, meaning little rock, I would name her it after my dad, Rock, and my sister's middle name, Rochele, meaning little rock.)  Chelsie Chantel Claiborne Carley Christy Channing

D -

Dalen Dalsten Daltrey Dalziel, Daneck, Davin David Darius Diggary Drexel Dayton Dexon Doxology Derick Deseray Delinda Delinny Danielle Dixy

E -

Edmund Eliam Eric Ethan Emiline Emma Estee('S'-tee)

F -

Faizon Finley Fay(No, I'd never name my own girl that, but I just think it's unique.)

G -

Garrison Garreth Gayton Gabe Gabril Glenn Gregory Gabriella Guenn

H -

Hurley Howland Howard Hadley Hailen Hadden Hackett Halle Halton Halston Haldane [Haldor (thunderous)] Hartley Hevel Hezron Harrison Hendon Haidon Hudson Hamilton Hender Henderson Hudsen Hickory Henredon Huck(leberry) Heigle Heather Hally(Hat - t + lee) Hillary

I -

Idalie Ira/Iris

J -

Jacob Jared Jamisen Jawon Josh Jackson Jonathan Joseph Jack Justin Jenna Jessa(with soft vowels, not hard) Jill Jordin Jannel

K -

Kade Keith Keeley Krikor Kaleb Kinder Kenan Kirk Kendrick Kelly KatieLee Kimberlie Kinder

L -

Liam Lagrand Labaron Lancelot Langdon Leavery Luke Laydon Launter Lee Lucas Linus Linny Lindsay

M -

Macauley Mahan Mason Max Monroe Morrison Missie Morgan Monah(and Morah, mean cheerfulness in Greek.) Moxie Morrison Meagan [Megaan(YES SPELLED THAT WAY)]

N -

Nartan Newport Newton Norton Nellie Natalie

O -

Onslow Orlee Orlando Ossie

P -

Paddon Paxon Pembroke Pelton Prescott Pistol Penelope

Q -

Quennell

R -

Raiden Ranson Ransley Rankin Rayner Ravid(Searching) Rathic Riley Roam Ryan Roy Rock Recker Rekker Rebecka Rochele Rose Rosalie

S -

Stafford Sainsbury Salom Safford Saffron Sprucy Shayan Shay/Shai Shiah Shaykeen Shayde Stancliff Stanway Stanwick Stanwood Sutherland Sutton  Sen Scragg Shiloh Skandar Shilow Scott Sare Sanner Sharkira

T -

Tyrel Tane Talbot Tedrick Taurean Tarik/Tarick Tannor Teddy Ted Tannor Troy Trigger Talkbott Theroitt Tide Tompson Taylor Tarkina Treesa Treva

U -

V -

W -

Wade Wadley Waden Waisim Wakefield Wakely Walker Westie Westley Westoll Willderson Williom Willaby Willie Will Wellington Weston Whittney Winston Whinny Whin Whindixie

X -

Y -

Z -

 

BOOKS - WFHI - Chapter 1 & 2

I'm currently reading an amazing book titled, "Waiting for Her Isaac". It is an amazing story of courtship. At first when we got it, I thought, "What a tiny book with an unusual cover." Forced to read it for school, I found it a blessing with rich chapters provoking me to be better for God.
I think I shall include you on this book. I will give you a chapter each time I'm on, and relate my life to it.

WAITING FOR HER ISAAC - CHAPTER ONE

 

Beth is a lot like me - she sleeps in, I sleep in, she's zealous, I'm zealous. Her bedroom is light and spacious... my bedroom is small but well organized. Her favorite colors are blue and white, and mine are black and white (or pink and white). She's a heavy sleeper... I am too...when I sleep, that is. In this chapter, Beth is impatient and wants to get going on her Ski day. She realizes that she was wrong, but it helps me to think about what I  look like when I'm impatient. Beth is also considerate and loves making things (like playdough), so do I. Beth likes little ones, and so do I! Beth relies a lot on her friend, Katie, which can be good, and can be bad. A year and a half or so ago, I really relied on my friends from church. Then we left that church. I was devastated, and at first I was mad. Mad at God, my dad, everyone. I was a sorry site to be sure. . .but I learned to rely on God, and He is now my friend. You will see through this book that Beth also learns to rely on God more than her friends.

Please feel free to click on the pictures... they will enlarge and you can read them.

WAITING FOR HER ISAAC - CHAPTER TWO

 
 

Here is the second chapter --- finally!

=)

I will try to be better at posting!!!

~Emily

STORY - A home-schooler’s late start school day:

It’s late, 8 o’clock, and you have to do school! You get up, lazy around to the kitchen, and pull out a couple cereal boxes, milk, and a bowl and spoon. You eat breakfast for a half-an-hour. Your mom comes into the kitchen, and orders while doing the dishes and pulling out her car keys to go get the mail since it’s nearly a mile to the end of the driveway, “Clean that table, wipe if off, unload the dishwasher, my word, your room needs cleaned, don’t forget to have devotions, feed the horses, and the dogs, and the cats, and the chickens, and then milk the cow, and give some milk to Stacey, and clean the bathroom for me, please?” (Stacey is the widow neighbor.) “Then I want you to get dressed,” (Homeschoolers eat breakfast in their PJ’s.) “And go to the living room, were going to read.” (Read means have family devotions out of the King James Version bible, read Around the World in 80 Days, Luisa May Alcott: Eight Cousins, Elsie Dinsmoore, book four, etc. So, you finish eating, clear off the table, wipe it down, unload the dishwasher, ignore cleaning your room, and go have devotions. Then, you grab either your Daddy’s coat, or your Carhart® coat, and, in your pajamas, you go feed the horses, love on them, feed them treats, fill up their water, feed the dogs, feed the cats, feed the chickens, give them water, collect eggs, and head for the house to wash your hands so you can milk the cow. After milking the cow, you rub her down, and sift the milk and clean it. Then you give the milk to Stacey. After that, you clean the bathroom – walls, sinks, toilets, showers, everything. After that, you grab a jean skirt (or if you’re a guy, you wear jeans and you don’t wear PJ’s, you just wear your clothes to bed.) and a t-shirt, and you hop in the shower for fifteen minutes. Then you (if you’re a girl, you comb out your hair, if you’re a guy, you rub it down with a towel) do your hair, and plop down in the living room with a book or paper and pencils, till mom comes into the living room. It’s past 10 am. Your mom comes into the living room, and you read for 2 or so hours, then you clean your room for 3 or so hours, and then its 3 o’clock. You decide you better get started on school, so you pop your math tutor in the computer, and listen to his boring voice, then you do a few chapters, since it’s soooo easy. After that, you do Science, and Grammar, and Composition, and Bible. Then, you’re done with school. (For a short day’s worth, anyway. And don’t bother doing History… mom read History to you in reading hour.) After all that, you sweep the kitchen floor for the 5^th time that day, and start cooking dinner with your mom. Dad comes home, you great him with electricity, and hug him. You eat dinner. You clean up dinner with mom and dad. Then, dad goes and fixes the fire, and you load the dishwasher with your sisters. After that, you and your family plays Blitz until Dad’s falling asleep… 11 pm. You only hope the next day you can get up earlier and get more school done. Will it happen?
lol. this is NOT a typical day in the Grasser household.

THOUGHTS - A carrot for the horsie?

NEWS FLASH~     Even though I usually start out letters to people like this, "I'm sitting here, at the computer desk, ...", I shall not today. I am sitting at the computer desk, however, it is not an easy task. I am sure if you'll read my last few posts, I've informed you that we have a pond, and furthermore, that we iceskate on it. Well, I am surely hurting this morning because of that ice: I sprained my wrist.
    It's not a bad sprain, no. But a hurtful one! And if you only knew the pain it is causing me to type! Of course, the rational explanation would be to either type with one hand, or get off the computer, but I believe I can be brave enough. So, yes, I've sprained my wrist. Even so, I'm trying to inform you of what's going on around here!

A CARROT FOR THE HORSIE?
    A very dear friend of mine, DinahRaye, gave me a little book titled, 'A Quick Word with Beth Moore: Scriptures & Quotations from Believing God'. I shall write a few quotes down from it.

    -By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen has been made from things that are not visible.

    -I am freed to know that my God is huge, and my God is able. So I know if I don't get what I asked from Him, if I'll cooperate, I'll get something bigger] or better [. I'll know that a greater ''yes'' is in the progress.

    -Sometimes God demands radical measures when He wants to bring about radical results. I may look silly, but I'm a walking miracle experiencing the power of God.

    -If God said it, I want to believe it. If God gives it, I want to receive it. If God shows it, I want to perceive it. If Satan stole it, I want to retrieve it.

(More quotations are coming soon as I read through the book.)
Lol. You're probably wondering where the horsie and carrot come in right?
Here's the catch - they don't.
Ha!
A random thing you get with me!
~Emily

HORSES - My Dream Horsie...

Don't worry Beauzie, I'm not a traiter, I just think since you are getting up there, maybe when you're gone she can replace you! (But no one could replace you.)

    {Pretty pretty POA (Pony of America) type grade mare, 6yrs and 11.2 to 12h or so, never taped her, but right in there. Very stocky and well put together, could probably carry a light adult no problem. Extremely sweet, but shy of new people, best in a small group or one on one situation. Excellent in a big group too, holds her own with the big horses, but not mean. Easy keeper, but not a founderer, does fine on free choice green pasture or hay. Good to handle, no kick, bite bolt, rear, etc, and good with her feet. Started under saddle three years ago, but kids lost interest, and outgrew, so not worked under saddle since. Super smart little mare though, she would pick up anything really fast and be thrilled about the attention. Pretty leopard appy, dalmation, markings with full, thick mane and tale, looks like a little fairytale horse! Excellent mom too, has had a stunning foal for us. Can come with a breeding to my class} ........ {Only up for sale because I have no time for her now, and there is no one small enough to ride her here.} .........{Must go to a great home only!!! }.........{ Thanks!!!}

Perfect horse for me! Also get a look at her cute face:

 Awe... sweet sweet horsie.

STORY - Jack and Sam

Jack and Sam ran up the hill to fetch one's beautiful daughter. Jack fell down, because of his large crown, but Sam bounded ahead and got her.


Jack opened the door to Sadie’s room.

“Hi.” He said, half-waving, half-flopping onto her bed. She was sitting at her computer desk, writing a report that was due in three weeks.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, jumping from the bed to his knees by her chair. She slowly turned her head, and jumped.

“What?” He asked, as she stormed to the kitchen. He ran after her.

She opened the fridge, and pulled out a cheese stick.

“What?” She answered, “Is that you were ‘what’, one inch away from my face?” She walked back to her room, chewing on some cheese. Opening the drawer of her dresser, she handed him a game-boy. He turned it on and started fiddling with it, but soon returned to the spot by her chair. She turned to him again, “What do you want, Jack?”

He gave her puppy-dog eyes, “Just to be with you!” She rolled her eyes and proceeded to type up her story. After a few minutes, she growled.

“Ugh! Can’t you just leave me alone and stop watching over my shoulder?” Jack snickered, moving closer. Under the desk, Sadie reached for her cellphone and texted, “dad come to my room – jacks here”. She waited a few moments, tormented by Jack’s awful eyes. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and she smiled.

“Awe,” Said Jack, “You’re finally going to warm up!” Sadie grinned even bigger when her dad walked into the room.

“Young man, what exactly are you doing in Sadie’s room?” Jack stammered, “Uh, Mr. Sadie’s dad sir, uh, I was,” Mr. Stein, Sadie’s dad, laughed.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Jack smiled weakly, “Uh, well, you know.”

Mr. Stein pointed a finger at Sadie’s door, “Out.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

Mr. Stein faced Jack face-to-face, “Listen, kid, you get out, or I’ll pull you out by the seat of your pants.”

Jack left the room.

~♥~

Sam knocked on the Stein household’s front door. Sadie got up and walked to it gracefully. Before opening it, she informed her mom someone was there. She opened the door, “Hello Sam!” Sadie said enthusiastically. Sam stood where he was, not pushing his way in, “Hi, Sadie! How are you? How's your mom?” Sadie opened the door wider, and stepped in a foot or two, “Why don’t you ask her that you’re self?” Questioned Sadie.

“Alright!” Sam smiled. Together, they walked to the kitchen where Mrs. Stein and Mr. Stein were chatting.

“Hello, Katherine. Hi George!” Sam greeted.

“Well,” Mr. and Mrs. Stein said in unison, “hello, Sam.”

The four talked a little bit about different non-important things, and then Sadie exclaimed, “Oh, Sam, can I show you something?” Sam nodded, “Sure.” Sadie shrugged, “It’s in my room.” Sam smiled, “I’ll wait right here.”

Sadie brought out a little handheld game-boy with three-thousand preloaded games and 50 gigabits of free space to download your own games. While Sadie and Sam stayed within site of her parents, they talked and laughed in the living room, playing the game.


By Emily G

PHOTOS - Pictures! (updated 1-2-10)

Me and Wyatt at Isaac's birthday party.

Me, far right, at Mandy's birthday party.

Me, far left, Mandy's birthday party. (My nose looks funky in this one!!!)

Me and Micah, our church. (I'm dressed up like-so because it was the night of our Christmas play.)

(Mirror image.) I'm the one inside the mirror, to the left. (Mandy's birthday party.)

Me doing Tasha's hair at Mandy's birthday party.

Me and Tala, day of Mandy's birthday party.

Knuffle Fluffy, our cat, capturing a mouse.

Me making huckleberry jam for my cousins.

Making huck jam.

Me and my sister, Mandy.

Me cooking (again).

Me at Silverwood.

Me and Grammy E.

The sleigh ride. (I'm in the middle.)

Mandy's saddled on Kayro, (left) I'm bareback on Beauzie (right).

Me and Beauzie. (My horse.)

Me and Beau.

Me and Hollister Perfume for Christmas!

That's all for now, guys and gals.

I think I'll take a walk to the pond.

~Farmerette Emily