Spring is totally settled now! And I will tell you why...
Although today is a gloomy day, this morning Mama went out to hang the washing, and came in with good news!
THE SWALLOWS ARE BACK!!
Last summer we had a wonderful time watching these two little, beautiful and diligent workers build carefully their nest outside our bicycle shed, and later care for their three little eggs, and even later, feed and teach their babies to fly. It was wonderful to hear Papa swallow sing early in the morning, watching perched on the fence as Mama swallow fed the babies... Then, when the babies grew up into big and fat swallows, we used to have supper outside on the garden table, and they would stay on the olive tree and watch us, chirruping and staring with their black-coal eyes. Then, when we cleared the table and went in, they would hide their soft fluffy heads under their wings and cluddle to sleep. It was sad when summer finished and they went away... But they are back again now!!
It is really amazing how God created sooooooooo many creatures and each and everyone has something different than the others that make us gasp in admiration or amaze.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
Have You Ever Tried...
...to write a story with a friend by e-mail?
I have, and it's wonderfully wonderful. I was thinking the other day that one of the best things God provided us is the imagination.
So, my friend or I have an idea, and tell each other. We write the idea down, then the other has an idea for the continuation, and we go like this until we finish the story. Then we write it down properly (we haven't reached that-yet, we are only by the beginning and naming the charters. I think that's one of the nicest part. You can make them boringly perfect, or amusingly crazy, you know, in the nice way, thoughtless, sort of distracted..., or just in between. Naming them is also fun... We invent up names like... hum ,just let me think... yes, like Markara or Dyar... And surnames! I'm not very good at surnames, it's my friend who names them... =S), and I think we'll print it and read it properly.
It's really fun! An then when it's finished, we realize that it's a very good story, and decide to publish it! (Don't worry, I'm only dreaming awake.)
But well, maybe you could try it? =)
I have, and it's wonderfully wonderful. I was thinking the other day that one of the best things God provided us is the imagination.
So, my friend or I have an idea, and tell each other. We write the idea down, then the other has an idea for the continuation, and we go like this until we finish the story. Then we write it down properly (we haven't reached that-yet, we are only by the beginning and naming the charters. I think that's one of the nicest part. You can make them boringly perfect, or amusingly crazy, you know, in the nice way, thoughtless, sort of distracted..., or just in between. Naming them is also fun... We invent up names like... hum ,just let me think... yes, like Markara or Dyar... And surnames! I'm not very good at surnames, it's my friend who names them... =S), and I think we'll print it and read it properly.
It's really fun! An then when it's finished, we realize that it's a very good story, and decide to publish it! (Don't worry, I'm only dreaming awake.)
But well, maybe you could try it? =)
Monday, 26 March 2007
I Have A Comment!!
Well, I was sort of disappointed 'cause I never got a comment... And then this morning' Mama was looking about and asked if I got comments. I said "No", and looked about. Suddenly she says, "Oh, yes! You have a comment alright!" And I asked where. And well, she showed it to me, and I had a comment!! I was so happy!!
It was from my cousin Anders Viking (that's how he calls himself! Nice name!), and it was very cute. If you want to visit his blog, you'll find the link in the link part...
I'm Happy!!
It was from my cousin Anders Viking (that's how he calls himself! Nice name!), and it was very cute. If you want to visit his blog, you'll find the link in the link part...
I'm Happy!!
Saturday, 24 March 2007
Mama Made Up Another Joke!!
¿Qué le dice un indio a otro indio cuando el primero le da un halcón?
—Tomahawk!!
Note: To get this one, you have to know both Spanish and English. And... Well, again, don't copy it unless you say that Gem's Mother made it up!!
—Tomahawk!!
Note: To get this one, you have to know both Spanish and English. And... Well, again, don't copy it unless you say that Gem's Mother made it up!!
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
How Am I Supposed To Take This?
Ok, ok. I'll tell you. We're on the 20th of March, and winter changes to spring tomorrow at 1 a.m. (so, this night, really). And what do you think it happens????????? The temperatures drop to 6 degrees Celsius (that's 42,8 Fahrenheit), and it begins to snow!!!!!! (Only for ten minutes, thou...)
Wow.
Tell me...
How Am I Supposed To Take This?
How am I supposed to take this?? I've been asking for a proper winter, and it comes when spring is supposed to begin!!!!! It happened last year too... But, dear me!!!! Now what?? It had been so warm these past days, going over 20 degrees Celsius, that's 68 Fahrenheit, I was in short sleeved shirts, we had lunch outside, we had our lessons outside, and then IUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! Winter begins!!
I bet this won't last more than two weeks, anyway, so...
Wow.
Tell me...
How Am I Supposed To Take This?
How am I supposed to take this?? I've been asking for a proper winter, and it comes when spring is supposed to begin!!!!! It happened last year too... But, dear me!!!! Now what?? It had been so warm these past days, going over 20 degrees Celsius, that's 68 Fahrenheit, I was in short sleeved shirts, we had lunch outside, we had our lessons outside, and then IUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! Winter begins!!
I bet this won't last more than two weeks, anyway, so...
Monday, 19 March 2007
Mama Made Up A Joke!!!!
What skin problems do elephants get?
Paquidermatitis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note: Don't be copy-cats and copy it, unless of course, you mention that Gem's mother made it up!
Paquidermatitis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note: Don't be copy-cats and copy it, unless of course, you mention that Gem's mother made it up!
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
A Wonderful Musical Time
Last Saturday my Father, my older sister Wendy and I went to the Barcelona's Music Museum Inauguration! Oh, it was something to see...
First of all, there was, of course, the inaguration speech. It was quite interesting. I remember the last sentence... "Long live Barcelona, but especially, LONG LIVE THE MUSIC!!"
There were several groups who played for the inauguration concert, and we attended two. Just let me go and check the programme... We attended the concert that the Municipal Barcelona Band (it was really an orchestra, and in Spanish it was called La Banda Municipal de Barcelona), and the Klimt Quintet (in Spanish, El Quinteto Klimt). It was really nice, and they played beautifully. And oh, the beautiful grand piano!!!!! It was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Oh, I like grand pianos very much! It was black, and it shone like anything. And how it sounded!!
Then we went to visit the museum. As it was the inauguration, the entrance was free. It was a big corridor that went around and at the end you were at the same spot that when you began (good!!). So we started. There were huge glass showcases, and in them you could see al kind of instruments, from the oldest to the newest, and an explanation about the epoqhes and about the music fashions then. It was really very interesting. I wrote down a list of some of the instruments.
—There was an oboe made in the 18th century.
—There was a cello made in 1744, from Barcelona, Spain. =]
—There was a bassoon made in 1750.
—There was a harp made in 1775, from Paris, France.
—There was a guitar made in 1780, from Spain. =]
—There was a flute made in the 19th century.
—There was a violin made in 1803, from Paris, France.
—There was a grand piano made in 1820.
—There were castanets made in 1850, from Spain. =]
—There was a zither made in 1875, from Germany.
—There was a Pianola made in 1911, from the United States.
—There was a harmonica made in 1955, from Germany.
—There was an electric organ made in 1960, from Barcelona, Spain. =]
And I left the best ones for the end. One, THERE WAS A GLASS FLUTE made in 1844 from Paris, France!!!! Glass! Two, there was a sort of trombone that ended in a dragon face and was made of a sort of copper. It was made in 1800, and it was called "Boccen" in Catalan. (??) Three, there was like a long horn in a snake shape, made in the 17th century. It was also made of a sort of copper. And four, a sample of the first “CD’s”… My Papa explained to me how they worked. The disk is perforated in certain places, and the holes are of certain length or width. It is placed on a sort of piano, with the top up, like a grand piano. Then, you set the disk turning. As it turns around, little handles fall in the holes, and as they hammered the strings, they made the piano sound.
It was really something amazing. I did enjoy it! 'Cause you know, I LOVE MUSIC!!!!!
First of all, there was, of course, the inaguration speech. It was quite interesting. I remember the last sentence... "Long live Barcelona, but especially, LONG LIVE THE MUSIC!!"
There were several groups who played for the inauguration concert, and we attended two. Just let me go and check the programme... We attended the concert that the Municipal Barcelona Band (it was really an orchestra, and in Spanish it was called La Banda Municipal de Barcelona), and the Klimt Quintet (in Spanish, El Quinteto Klimt). It was really nice, and they played beautifully. And oh, the beautiful grand piano!!!!! It was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Oh, I like grand pianos very much! It was black, and it shone like anything. And how it sounded!!
Then we went to visit the museum. As it was the inauguration, the entrance was free. It was a big corridor that went around and at the end you were at the same spot that when you began (good!!). So we started. There were huge glass showcases, and in them you could see al kind of instruments, from the oldest to the newest, and an explanation about the epoqhes and about the music fashions then. It was really very interesting. I wrote down a list of some of the instruments.
—There was an oboe made in the 18th century.
—There was a cello made in 1744, from Barcelona, Spain. =]
—There was a bassoon made in 1750.
—There was a harp made in 1775, from Paris, France.
—There was a guitar made in 1780, from Spain. =]
—There was a flute made in the 19th century.
—There was a violin made in 1803, from Paris, France.
—There was a grand piano made in 1820.
—There were castanets made in 1850, from Spain. =]
—There was a zither made in 1875, from Germany.
—There was a Pianola made in 1911, from the United States.
—There was a harmonica made in 1955, from Germany.
—There was an electric organ made in 1960, from Barcelona, Spain. =]
And I left the best ones for the end. One, THERE WAS A GLASS FLUTE made in 1844 from Paris, France!!!! Glass! Two, there was a sort of trombone that ended in a dragon face and was made of a sort of copper. It was made in 1800, and it was called "Boccen" in Catalan. (??) Three, there was like a long horn in a snake shape, made in the 17th century. It was also made of a sort of copper. And four, a sample of the first “CD’s”… My Papa explained to me how they worked. The disk is perforated in certain places, and the holes are of certain length or width. It is placed on a sort of piano, with the top up, like a grand piano. Then, you set the disk turning. As it turns around, little handles fall in the holes, and as they hammered the strings, they made the piano sound.
It was really something amazing. I did enjoy it! 'Cause you know, I LOVE MUSIC!!!!!
A Moon Eclipse
There was a Moon Eclipse two Saturdays ago! (It was the 3rd of March, I think!)It was really nice. I really like stars and the sky in general. We could see Orion, Cassiopeia, and the North Star… But the eclipse was the best! It started at about half past ten p.m., and it was a complete eclipse at about quarter past twelve a.m. We didn’t stay up sufficiently late to see the last of it, because tomorrow was Sunday. It finished at about two a.m., but we did saw it complete. It was beautiful. It had gained a reddish tone, and it didn’t shine. We went to bed at half past twelve, or so. But what I think funny is… Just before it was a complete eclipse and we were quarrelling for the binoculars (we weren’t. I was just joking), I heard a strange sound. I said, “Hush everyone! Is that a frog?” but it wasn’t. It did sound like one though, and I was about to go and explore what the noise had been, when everyone exclaimed, “Look everyone!! In front of the moon!” and we all looked. Right there, like a pterodactyl (that’s what Bro said it looked like), was a huge, dark bird, flying before the moon. That was what had made the noise!
I really enjoyed that MOON ECLIPSE!!
I really enjoyed that MOON ECLIPSE!!
Saturday, 3 March 2007
Don't Mind Me
Yeah, don't mind me at all. I just found this silly web that I've been searching for ages, and I posted some of the things I liked most. DON'T MIND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How Many Homeschooling Mothers Does It Take To Screw In A Light Bulb?
ONE!! And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to find the lightbulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if they did, by any chance, find and change the lightbulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID lightbulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THAT THE STUPID $#@!*^&% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN. WHY??? BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! THE HOUSE!!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS............................
Rudolf, The Red
An America couple was being shown around Moscow one day, when the man felt a drop hit his nose.
"I think it's raining," he said to his wife.
"No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied.
"No, I'm sure it was just rain," he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing.
"Let's not fight about it!" the man said. "Let's ask our guide, Rudolph, whether it's officially raining or snowing."
As their tour guide approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"
"It's raining, of course," he replied officiously.
But the woman insisted, "I know that it felt like snow!"
The man quietly replied, "Rudolph, the Red, knows rain, dear!"
"I think it's raining," he said to his wife.
"No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied.
"No, I'm sure it was just rain," he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing.
"Let's not fight about it!" the man said. "Let's ask our guide, Rudolph, whether it's officially raining or snowing."
As their tour guide approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"
"It's raining, of course," he replied officiously.
But the woman insisted, "I know that it felt like snow!"
The man quietly replied, "Rudolph, the Red, knows rain, dear!"
Computer Language For Non-Computer Users
Log On: Makin' the wood stove hotter.
Log Off: Don't add any more wood.
Monitor: Keep an eye on the wood stove.
Download: Gettin' the firewood off the pickup.
Mega Hertz: When yer not careful downloadin' (watch th' toes).
Floppy Disk: Whatcha get from pilin' too much firewood.
Disk Operating System: The equipment the Doc uses when you have a floppy disk.
RAM: The hydraulic thingy that makes the woodsplitter work.
Hard Drive: Gettin' home in mud season.
Prompt: What you wish the mail was in mud season.
Windows: What to shut when it's 50 degrees, and that's real cold in Milpitas!
Screen: What you need for black fly season.
Byte: What black flies do.
Chip: What to munch on.
Micro Chip: What's left in the bag when the chips are gone.
Infrared: Where the leftovers go when Fred's around.
Modem: What you did to the hay fields.
Dot Matrix: John Matrix's wife.
Printer:: Someone who can't write in cursive.
Lap Top: Where little kids feel comfy.
Keyboard: Where you hang your keys.
Software: Them plastic eatin' utensils.
486: One of them fancy imported cars.
Mouse: What eats the horses' grain in the barn.
Main Frame: The part of the barn that holds the roof up.
Port: Fancy wine.
Enter: C'mon in!
Random Access Memory: When you suddenly can't remember how much that new rifle costs when your wife asks.
Digital: Like those numbers that flip on your alarm clock.
Apple: If you don't know what an apple is, I ain't tellin'.
Program: What's on the TV when TCI has reception.
CD ROM: The place in the back where they sell retirement accounts.
Log Off: Don't add any more wood.
Monitor: Keep an eye on the wood stove.
Download: Gettin' the firewood off the pickup.
Mega Hertz: When yer not careful downloadin' (watch th' toes).
Floppy Disk: Whatcha get from pilin' too much firewood.
Disk Operating System: The equipment the Doc uses when you have a floppy disk.
RAM: The hydraulic thingy that makes the woodsplitter work.
Hard Drive: Gettin' home in mud season.
Prompt: What you wish the mail was in mud season.
Windows: What to shut when it's 50 degrees, and that's real cold in Milpitas!
Screen: What you need for black fly season.
Byte: What black flies do.
Chip: What to munch on.
Micro Chip: What's left in the bag when the chips are gone.
Infrared: Where the leftovers go when Fred's around.
Modem: What you did to the hay fields.
Dot Matrix: John Matrix's wife.
Printer:: Someone who can't write in cursive.
Lap Top: Where little kids feel comfy.
Keyboard: Where you hang your keys.
Software: Them plastic eatin' utensils.
486: One of them fancy imported cars.
Mouse: What eats the horses' grain in the barn.
Main Frame: The part of the barn that holds the roof up.
Port: Fancy wine.
Enter: C'mon in!
Random Access Memory: When you suddenly can't remember how much that new rifle costs when your wife asks.
Digital: Like those numbers that flip on your alarm clock.
Apple: If you don't know what an apple is, I ain't tellin'.
Program: What's on the TV when TCI has reception.
CD ROM: The place in the back where they sell retirement accounts.
Saturday, 24 February 2007
I'm Back!!
Hey!! Were you wonderin' what had happened to me? Thought I forgot? You're wrong!! And now I'm back...
I'll tell you why this absence... I've been ill. I'm still ill, but I'm better, so I can get out of bed. Phiew! If you could see my nose, it's red and dry from blowing it so much!! We’ve ALL had a bad cold... ALL but Papa and Mama. Wendy got ill Wednesday last week, but now she is fine. Jess got ill last Saturday, and is still coughing a lot and yesterday the fever came back. But he hasn't any today... Thankfully!! Well, the, Bro and Al got ill last Tuesday, and wow, when I was thinking, Well, for once, I'll be the only one of us children that won't get ill!! (Bro had been the one 'till then), last Wednesday I woke up coughing, feeling weak and feeling awful. I had fever, and a bad cold, just like everyone else. Then yesterday, Friday, the fever dropped (it didn’t let Bro, but at least it dropped), but then, during supper, I jess and I felt funny again, and boom! Fever up again! This morning we all felt better, thou now I'm going back to bed... Bye!!
I'll tell you why this absence... I've been ill. I'm still ill, but I'm better, so I can get out of bed. Phiew! If you could see my nose, it's red and dry from blowing it so much!! We’ve ALL had a bad cold... ALL but Papa and Mama. Wendy got ill Wednesday last week, but now she is fine. Jess got ill last Saturday, and is still coughing a lot and yesterday the fever came back. But he hasn't any today... Thankfully!! Well, the, Bro and Al got ill last Tuesday, and wow, when I was thinking, Well, for once, I'll be the only one of us children that won't get ill!! (Bro had been the one 'till then), last Wednesday I woke up coughing, feeling weak and feeling awful. I had fever, and a bad cold, just like everyone else. Then yesterday, Friday, the fever dropped (it didn’t let Bro, but at least it dropped), but then, during supper, I jess and I felt funny again, and boom! Fever up again! This morning we all felt better, thou now I'm going back to bed... Bye!!
Friday, 16 February 2007
I Feel Very Blessed
Today I was so happy, I felt so happy, and I acted so happy! I feel very blessed by God. It's been very warm, and it has been such a beautiful day, I felt full of joy and happiness, I felt like singing, dancing and jumping like crazy. I don't know if it has ever happened to you. It was like as if my heart was about to burst, I felt so happy. And I have so many reasons why!! I have loving parents, two older siblings, two younger siblings, a wonderful family, wonderful friends (I got J's letter today!!!! Love you!), and so many, many other things!!
We had Bro's guitar concert yesterday!! That was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool!! He plays so wonderfully well! I just enjoyed the concert so much!
We had Bro's guitar concert yesterday!! That was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool!! He plays so wonderfully well! I just enjoyed the concert so much!
Thursday, 15 February 2007
Warm again! >=(
Honestly! I'm impatient for summer to come!! Some of you will probably think, How come, if my favourite season is winter? Well, now it’s my urn to ask you something: HOW CAN I ENJOY SOMETHING THAT ISN’T WHAT IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE?????????????????? At least, I can enjoy summer, even if it’s SO hot, by going to the swimming pool, seeing friends, not having to study…
I really thought that AT LAST we would have a real winter, but it was only a cold spell. Yesterday at eleven o’clock it was already 17 degrees Celsius (that’s 62,6 Fahrenheit). And, well, it was cold for a couple of weeks, and that’s all.
Wendy is ill. Mama is also, and I’m not feeling well either (soar throat, headaches…) Bro had a soar throat also… I think we have all have a cold, or something… we’ve had a cool morning. Getting up later than usual, no studying, and we’ve also watched a PINGU film. It’s so funny!! We watched GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE yesterday afternoon. That film is wonderfully hilarious (I love this word =·]). In case you haven’t seen it, you should. It’s so funny!! It’s like TARZAN, but you can’t compare it. There’s this guy that when he was a baby he got lost in the jungle, and he grew up there, and now is a man, and there’s this girl that is doing a research in the jungle, and then her fiancée visits her, and he takes her away, and they find a lion, and he escapes, leaving the girl alone (COWARD!!) Then George comes into action, and he saves her, (of COURSE), and they live such funny adventures (by the way, I forgot to mention that George has a fiend that is a talking ape, and a doggie… Well, and elephant that aspires to be a dog… =]) It’s SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO funny!! It ends like in KING LION (I haven’t seen this film, and I don’t want to, but I know the way it ends). George and Ursula (the girl) marry, have a boy, and George presents him to the jungle animals on top of a rock. It’s a really funny film!!
I really thought that AT LAST we would have a real winter, but it was only a cold spell. Yesterday at eleven o’clock it was already 17 degrees Celsius (that’s 62,6 Fahrenheit). And, well, it was cold for a couple of weeks, and that’s all.
Wendy is ill. Mama is also, and I’m not feeling well either (soar throat, headaches…) Bro had a soar throat also… I think we have all have a cold, or something… we’ve had a cool morning. Getting up later than usual, no studying, and we’ve also watched a PINGU film. It’s so funny!! We watched GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE yesterday afternoon. That film is wonderfully hilarious (I love this word =·]). In case you haven’t seen it, you should. It’s so funny!! It’s like TARZAN, but you can’t compare it. There’s this guy that when he was a baby he got lost in the jungle, and he grew up there, and now is a man, and there’s this girl that is doing a research in the jungle, and then her fiancée visits her, and he takes her away, and they find a lion, and he escapes, leaving the girl alone (COWARD!!) Then George comes into action, and he saves her, (of COURSE), and they live such funny adventures (by the way, I forgot to mention that George has a fiend that is a talking ape, and a doggie… Well, and elephant that aspires to be a dog… =]) It’s SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO funny!! It ends like in KING LION (I haven’t seen this film, and I don’t want to, but I know the way it ends). George and Ursula (the girl) marry, have a boy, and George presents him to the jungle animals on top of a rock. It’s a really funny film!!
Saturday, 10 February 2007
Schuberts Serenade
Warm entreaties
Gently pleading
Through the night to thee.
Say while all is calm and silent,
Dearest come to me.
Whisper precious,
Softly murmur,
In the moonlight clear,
In the moonlight clear.
None may watch thee,
None can harm thee,
Wherefore doest thou fear?
Wherefore doest thou fear?
Come and bless me here,
Come and bless me here.
And bless me here.
This song comes form a film called "Perfect Harmony". I LOVE this film!! It's beautiful. I "discovered" it last summer, and we've watched it again now. A boy called Tyler Bradshaw (Justin Whalin), about sixteen, goes to a boarding music academy, where there's a choir, lessons and all that. It looks like all is very pretty, but this academy is situated near a Negro village. This causes lots of trouble, because most of the people in the academy are racists. Then an orphaned fourteen-year-old black boy named Landy (Eugene Byrd) goes to live with his grandpa. He loves music, and "has a talent for the blues", as is described at the film. Tyler meets him, and their love for music crates a friendship between them. That brings trouble to Tyler, but all ends well. Tyler, along with his choir colleagues, sings the Serenade, being the lead soloist.
The first time I heard the song I fell in love with it, and I already know it by heart. Tyler has an exceptional voice, and it's beautiful with the organ. You should see the film!!! At the end of all, Landy sings it. It's absolutely B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! I wish I could join a choir!! (sigh)
Gently pleading
Through the night to thee.
Say while all is calm and silent,
Dearest come to me.
Whisper precious,
Softly murmur,
In the moonlight clear,
In the moonlight clear.
None may watch thee,
None can harm thee,
Wherefore doest thou fear?
Wherefore doest thou fear?
Come and bless me here,
Come and bless me here.
And bless me here.
This song comes form a film called "Perfect Harmony". I LOVE this film!! It's beautiful. I "discovered" it last summer, and we've watched it again now. A boy called Tyler Bradshaw (Justin Whalin), about sixteen, goes to a boarding music academy, where there's a choir, lessons and all that. It looks like all is very pretty, but this academy is situated near a Negro village. This causes lots of trouble, because most of the people in the academy are racists. Then an orphaned fourteen-year-old black boy named Landy (Eugene Byrd) goes to live with his grandpa. He loves music, and "has a talent for the blues", as is described at the film. Tyler meets him, and their love for music crates a friendship between them. That brings trouble to Tyler, but all ends well. Tyler, along with his choir colleagues, sings the Serenade, being the lead soloist.
The first time I heard the song I fell in love with it, and I already know it by heart. Tyler has an exceptional voice, and it's beautiful with the organ. You should see the film!!! At the end of all, Landy sings it. It's absolutely B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! I wish I could join a choir!! (sigh)
Friday, 9 February 2007
A Photo From Joel
This is Joel
This is Joel and his twin brother Josiah
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
MORE!!!!!!
Well, and looking around, I also found this one. Some people really don't know how to use their time!! =)
Prinderella and the Cince
by Colonel Stoopnagle
Here, indeed, is a story that'll make your cresh fleep. It will give you poose gimples. Think of a poor little glip of a surl, prairie vitty, who, just because she had two sisty uglers, had to flop the more, clinkle the shuvvers out of the stitchen cove and do all the other chasty nores, while her soamly histers went to a drancy bess fall. Wasn't that a shirty dame?
Well, to make a long shorry stort, this youngless hapster was chewing her doors one day, when who should suddenly appear but a garry fawdmother. Beeling very fadly for this witty prafe, she happed her clands, said a couple of waggic merds, and in the ash of a flybrow, Cinderella was transformed into a bavaging reauty.
And out at the sturbcone stood a nagmificent coalden goach, made of a pipe rellow yumpkin. The gaudy fairmother told her to hop in and dive to the drance, but added that she must positively be mid by homelight. So, overmoash with accumtion, she fanked the tharry from the hottom of her bart, bimed acloard, the driver whacked his crip, and off they went in a dowd of clust.
Soon they came to a casterful wundel, where a pransome hince was possing a tarty for the teeple of the pown. Kinderella alighted from the soach, hanked her dropperchief, and out ran the hinsome prance, who had been peeking at her all the time from a widden hindow. The sugly isters stood bylently sigh, not sinderizing Reckognella in her goyal rarments.
Well, to make a long shorty still storer, the nince went absolutely pruts over the pruvvly lincess. After several dowers of antsing, he was ayzier than crevver. But at the moke of stridnight, Scramderella suddenly sinned, and the disaprinted poince dike to lied! He had forgotten to ask the nincess her prame! But as she went stunning down the long reps, she slicked off one of the glass kippers she was wearing, and the pounce princed upon it with eeming glize.
The next day he tied all over trown to find the lainty daydy whose foot slitted that fipper. And the ditty prame with the only fit that footed was none other than our layding leedy. So she finally prairied the mince, and they happed livily after everward.
And
Beeping Sleauty
by Colonel Stoopnagle
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was as lovely as Spritney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: they're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens.
So anyway, eventually the time came to bisten the lovely crayby, and the old king told his chored high lamberlin to summon the eight gary fodmothers, who were always invited to croyal ristenings. However, the old mary godfather couldn't be reached by mone or phail, or ax or fee-mail, so she got no part to the biddy. And was that old mame dad! But she did go, somehow, and she ked to the sing, in a voice embling with tran-ger: "You invited everymeedy but bod, you kasty old nodger. Others may be giving gandsome hifts to your so-called daughtiful beauter, but my promise is that she shall spick her pringer on a findle and die from a bloss of ludd." (Wasn't she a worrible old hitch? I'd hate to have her for a modgother.) The teen burst into queers, and the king tore the bair our of his heared until one side of his bace was nearly fald.
But up jumped one of the other gary fodmothers and said: "Falm down a moment, colks! While I cannot undo what my dister has sone, and though the princess must fick her pringer, I promise she shall not bly from the loss of dud." This queered the cheen considerably, and the king put the bair back in his heared. Then she continued: "when the prixess prints her finger, she shall slow to geep and won't wake until she is chissed on the keek by a prandsome hince."
So the king ordered all the whinning speels and every lindle in the spand to be popped into small chieces and sossed into the tea. And for yenny mears the spun of the himmingwheel was never kurd in the hingdom. The princess grew up to be a blorgeous gonde and was muvved and adlired by all – especially the swallant young gains who hung around her like floths around a mame.
Here comes the exciting start of the pory, brokes, so face yourselves!
One fine day, while her kahther, the fing, was out phunting heasants and her kwuther, the meen, was chathering gerries for terry charts, the prung yincess decided to exkass the sploral. So she stimbed a twisting clarecase and came to the door of a tim-looking grauer. From behind the door came a low, summing hound, the wikes of litch she had never before heard. Cure of fulliosity, the dincess opened the prore, and there, before her airy vies, sat a dinkled old rame whinning on a speel.
"May I spry to tin?" asked the princess.
"Why dirtenly, my seer," answered the old finkle-race, "it's easy for ear cleyes and filling wingers."
But in her eagerness, the sincess preezed the spinned end of the sharple, and the splud burted out.
Well, the hist of the story is restory. The tiny blop of drud on the fing of her ender made the fincess praint. She chipped from her slare and kay there like a lorpse. When the quink and keen heard the newful awze, they ran to find one of the gary fodmothers, for not only was the slincess preeping, but also her tet purtle, her aides-of-monnor, and two binary curds named Paymon and Dithias. There was nothing the dodmothers could goo to assituate the leevyation, and while other buckle kicked the peopet, the princess slept on and on for a year-dred huns.
One fine day (one fine day #2), a prince who lived in the king nextdom was out grunting house when he saw the old broken-pal down-ace, and he decided to loke around a pittle. Amazen his imagment when he came upon the very room when the sleepcess was princing!
Prucky lince! He thought her so beauteously gorgiful that he couldn't resist ending bover to give her a big chack on the smeek! She stoke with a wart and looked up into his fandsome hace. It was suv at first light.
Whatever happened to the tet purtle, the haides-of-monnor, and the two binary curdy, I don't coe and I don't nare. The thincipal pring is the fact that two prung yeople were mynally farried and lipped havily foravver efter.
Prinderella and the Cince
by Colonel Stoopnagle
Here, indeed, is a story that'll make your cresh fleep. It will give you poose gimples. Think of a poor little glip of a surl, prairie vitty, who, just because she had two sisty uglers, had to flop the more, clinkle the shuvvers out of the stitchen cove and do all the other chasty nores, while her soamly histers went to a drancy bess fall. Wasn't that a shirty dame?
Well, to make a long shorry stort, this youngless hapster was chewing her doors one day, when who should suddenly appear but a garry fawdmother. Beeling very fadly for this witty prafe, she happed her clands, said a couple of waggic merds, and in the ash of a flybrow, Cinderella was transformed into a bavaging reauty.
And out at the sturbcone stood a nagmificent coalden goach, made of a pipe rellow yumpkin. The gaudy fairmother told her to hop in and dive to the drance, but added that she must positively be mid by homelight. So, overmoash with accumtion, she fanked the tharry from the hottom of her bart, bimed acloard, the driver whacked his crip, and off they went in a dowd of clust.
Soon they came to a casterful wundel, where a pransome hince was possing a tarty for the teeple of the pown. Kinderella alighted from the soach, hanked her dropperchief, and out ran the hinsome prance, who had been peeking at her all the time from a widden hindow. The sugly isters stood bylently sigh, not sinderizing Reckognella in her goyal rarments.
Well, to make a long shorty still storer, the nince went absolutely pruts over the pruvvly lincess. After several dowers of antsing, he was ayzier than crevver. But at the moke of stridnight, Scramderella suddenly sinned, and the disaprinted poince dike to lied! He had forgotten to ask the nincess her prame! But as she went stunning down the long reps, she slicked off one of the glass kippers she was wearing, and the pounce princed upon it with eeming glize.
The next day he tied all over trown to find the lainty daydy whose foot slitted that fipper. And the ditty prame with the only fit that footed was none other than our layding leedy. So she finally prairied the mince, and they happed livily after everward.
And
Beeping Sleauty
by Colonel Stoopnagle
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was as lovely as Spritney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: they're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens.
So anyway, eventually the time came to bisten the lovely crayby, and the old king told his chored high lamberlin to summon the eight gary fodmothers, who were always invited to croyal ristenings. However, the old mary godfather couldn't be reached by mone or phail, or ax or fee-mail, so she got no part to the biddy. And was that old mame dad! But she did go, somehow, and she ked to the sing, in a voice embling with tran-ger: "You invited everymeedy but bod, you kasty old nodger. Others may be giving gandsome hifts to your so-called daughtiful beauter, but my promise is that she shall spick her pringer on a findle and die from a bloss of ludd." (Wasn't she a worrible old hitch? I'd hate to have her for a modgother.) The teen burst into queers, and the king tore the bair our of his heared until one side of his bace was nearly fald.
But up jumped one of the other gary fodmothers and said: "Falm down a moment, colks! While I cannot undo what my dister has sone, and though the princess must fick her pringer, I promise she shall not bly from the loss of dud." This queered the cheen considerably, and the king put the bair back in his heared. Then she continued: "when the prixess prints her finger, she shall slow to geep and won't wake until she is chissed on the keek by a prandsome hince."
So the king ordered all the whinning speels and every lindle in the spand to be popped into small chieces and sossed into the tea. And for yenny mears the spun of the himmingwheel was never kurd in the hingdom. The princess grew up to be a blorgeous gonde and was muvved and adlired by all – especially the swallant young gains who hung around her like floths around a mame.
Here comes the exciting start of the pory, brokes, so face yourselves!
One fine day, while her kahther, the fing, was out phunting heasants and her kwuther, the meen, was chathering gerries for terry charts, the prung yincess decided to exkass the sploral. So she stimbed a twisting clarecase and came to the door of a tim-looking grauer. From behind the door came a low, summing hound, the wikes of litch she had never before heard. Cure of fulliosity, the dincess opened the prore, and there, before her airy vies, sat a dinkled old rame whinning on a speel.
"May I spry to tin?" asked the princess.
"Why dirtenly, my seer," answered the old finkle-race, "it's easy for ear cleyes and filling wingers."
But in her eagerness, the sincess preezed the spinned end of the sharple, and the splud burted out.
Well, the hist of the story is restory. The tiny blop of drud on the fing of her ender made the fincess praint. She chipped from her slare and kay there like a lorpse. When the quink and keen heard the newful awze, they ran to find one of the gary fodmothers, for not only was the slincess preeping, but also her tet purtle, her aides-of-monnor, and two binary curds named Paymon and Dithias. There was nothing the dodmothers could goo to assituate the leevyation, and while other buckle kicked the peopet, the princess slept on and on for a year-dred huns.
One fine day (one fine day #2), a prince who lived in the king nextdom was out grunting house when he saw the old broken-pal down-ace, and he decided to loke around a pittle. Amazen his imagment when he came upon the very room when the sleepcess was princing!
Prucky lince! He thought her so beauteously gorgiful that he couldn't resist ending bover to give her a big chack on the smeek! She stoke with a wart and looked up into his fandsome hace. It was suv at first light.
Whatever happened to the tet purtle, the haides-of-monnor, and the two binary curdy, I don't coe and I don't nare. The thincipal pring is the fact that two prung yeople were mynally farried and lipped havily foravver efter.
Goldybear And The Three Locks
Once a time upon, long before there were beddy tares, there lived in a far wood away, the bear threes. There was the boppa pear, the bomma mare, and the little bearby babe.
Now, this gramily of fizzlies hived lappily for a tong, tong, lime, weep in the doods, in a little louse made out of hogs. Things were fine until one morning when they sat down to pour their eatage. You see, the bother mare said, "My porridge is hoo tot!"
And the bother mare pasted her torrage and said, "This is har foo tot!" And the bittle laby bear said, "My porrige is head rot, fike a lurnace!" So the bear threes decided to go for a long woods in the walk, to let their corridge pool.
Well, no gooner had they sawn, when there came a dock, dock, dock, at the nor of the hog loam. And you know who that was? Right! Loldygocks. And she was looking for a plesting race. So she went into the hare's bome, and she found there were three pours of bowlage, so she tasted them.
Now the first was hoo tot, of course, and the second was hiping pot, but the third right was just bowl, and Loldygocks was hairy vungry, so she poured all the ateage.
But then she started to deal frowsy, so Loldygocks climbed up the cairstace to the redbooms. When she got there, she saw there were bee little threads.
Now, the birst fed was hoo tard. And the becond sed was soo toft. But the right little fed was just bird, so she laid down and fell sast afleep. In fact, she snarted to store. (Snort!)
Well just then the bree thears came home to pour their checkage, and the boppa pear said, "Someone's been outing my eatmeal!", and the bother mare said, " Someone's been pouring my eatage!", and the bearby babe said, "Hey, someone's been grampling my sanola!"
Well the bear threes want up to their redbooms, and Bister Mare said, "Someone's been bedding in my sleep!", and the bother mare said, "Someone's been beeping in my sled!", and the little bearby babe said, "Someone's been cruising in my snib, and there she is!"
Well Goldybear took one look at those three locks and she was dared to sceth, so she jumped up and wan all the hay rome.
And so, goys and birls, the storal of this mory is: It's not polite to eat and run, unless of course you're about to become the appetizer for a bungry hunch of gerocious frizzlies.
My comment: Well, when I first read it, I must say, tears spilled form my eyes, I laughed sooooooooooooo much. Then, this weekend, when my Uncle was here, Mummy read it at Saturday suppertime, and it was too much. 'Cause Mama is a wonderful reader, and she can give the specific tone that is needed. Well, my sides ached so much, and I was crying, IT WAS SO FUNNY!!!!!! Mama got it really from Wendy's blog, my sister's, that's linked on the Link part. If you click on the title, you can go directly to that post. Hope you enjoy it!!
Now, this gramily of fizzlies hived lappily for a tong, tong, lime, weep in the doods, in a little louse made out of hogs. Things were fine until one morning when they sat down to pour their eatage. You see, the bother mare said, "My porridge is hoo tot!"
And the bother mare pasted her torrage and said, "This is har foo tot!" And the bittle laby bear said, "My porrige is head rot, fike a lurnace!" So the bear threes decided to go for a long woods in the walk, to let their corridge pool.
Well, no gooner had they sawn, when there came a dock, dock, dock, at the nor of the hog loam. And you know who that was? Right! Loldygocks. And she was looking for a plesting race. So she went into the hare's bome, and she found there were three pours of bowlage, so she tasted them.
Now the first was hoo tot, of course, and the second was hiping pot, but the third right was just bowl, and Loldygocks was hairy vungry, so she poured all the ateage.
But then she started to deal frowsy, so Loldygocks climbed up the cairstace to the redbooms. When she got there, she saw there were bee little threads.
Now, the birst fed was hoo tard. And the becond sed was soo toft. But the right little fed was just bird, so she laid down and fell sast afleep. In fact, she snarted to store. (Snort!)
Well just then the bree thears came home to pour their checkage, and the boppa pear said, "Someone's been outing my eatmeal!", and the bother mare said, " Someone's been pouring my eatage!", and the bearby babe said, "Hey, someone's been grampling my sanola!"
Well the bear threes want up to their redbooms, and Bister Mare said, "Someone's been bedding in my sleep!", and the bother mare said, "Someone's been beeping in my sled!", and the little bearby babe said, "Someone's been cruising in my snib, and there she is!"
Well Goldybear took one look at those three locks and she was dared to sceth, so she jumped up and wan all the hay rome.
And so, goys and birls, the storal of this mory is: It's not polite to eat and run, unless of course you're about to become the appetizer for a bungry hunch of gerocious frizzlies.
My comment: Well, when I first read it, I must say, tears spilled form my eyes, I laughed sooooooooooooo much. Then, this weekend, when my Uncle was here, Mummy read it at Saturday suppertime, and it was too much. 'Cause Mama is a wonderful reader, and she can give the specific tone that is needed. Well, my sides ached so much, and I was crying, IT WAS SO FUNNY!!!!!! Mama got it really from Wendy's blog, my sister's, that's linked on the Link part. If you click on the title, you can go directly to that post. Hope you enjoy it!!
Tuesday, 6 February 2007
A Wonderful Weekend
AT LAST!!!!!!!!!!!! The silly computer worked!!
This wonderful weekend was wonderful because of our Uncle. Well, we hadn’t seen him for AGES!!!!!! He arrived home Friday afternoon, and left Sunday. Between these almost three days we’ve had splendid times. Friday afternoon, just before supper, Uncle played with Al at an OTHELLO game (at an OTHELLO game? NO SIR!!! Hundreds of OTHELLO games!!). I just sat there and helped Uncle a little because he didn’t know the game (he did wonderfully well, and he was winning me at a game he played with me=[), and from time to time I read pieces of “Tom Sawyer”, or whatever this book is called.
Then Saturday afternoon we went to the beach to skate. We didn’t skate AT the beach, but at a wonderfully smooth walk that’s just by the beach, just perfect for skating. Wendy preferred walking with the grown-ups, but Bro, Al, Jess and I skated. Bro with his skateboard, Al and I with roller skates (I skate since six. Al is still learning), and Jess with his scooter. My, that was so much fun!! We raced, laughed, cheered and were so happy!! We had a great time.
It was sad to see Uncle go. He’s such a jolly, wonderful person!!
This wonderful weekend was wonderful because of our Uncle. Well, we hadn’t seen him for AGES!!!!!! He arrived home Friday afternoon, and left Sunday. Between these almost three days we’ve had splendid times. Friday afternoon, just before supper, Uncle played with Al at an OTHELLO game (at an OTHELLO game? NO SIR!!! Hundreds of OTHELLO games!!). I just sat there and helped Uncle a little because he didn’t know the game (he did wonderfully well, and he was winning me at a game he played with me=[), and from time to time I read pieces of “Tom Sawyer”, or whatever this book is called.
Then Saturday afternoon we went to the beach to skate. We didn’t skate AT the beach, but at a wonderfully smooth walk that’s just by the beach, just perfect for skating. Wendy preferred walking with the grown-ups, but Bro, Al, Jess and I skated. Bro with his skateboard, Al and I with roller skates (I skate since six. Al is still learning), and Jess with his scooter. My, that was so much fun!! We raced, laughed, cheered and were so happy!! We had a great time.
It was sad to see Uncle go. He’s such a jolly, wonderful person!!
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