Sunday, June 10, 2012

The Utterly Bored That Became the Not so Boring Part 1

Once Upon a Time.....
There lived a bored girl. And that girl was me. And me was not having such a great time, as bored-ness usually becomes.
     So I was sitting there playing a game on a very technological device when suddenly I heard *BANG BANG BANG*! I started out of fear, for it was very, very close, and realized with a dread foreboding that they were the shots of a gun. Why would someone be shooting a gun in our neighborhood? My face drained of color (I knew that because I glanced in a mirror). I carefully stepped down the stairs, quiet as a mouse. My heart beat loud as a drum, my breathing escalating, to where I feared the whole world could hear me.
     As I neared the door, I heard a weird noise. Not one I'd ever heard before except maybe at.... Well I didn't remember where. I carefully opened the door, so slowly that I knew no one would notice, and peeked out, my phone in hand ready to call 911. But I didn't see anything having to do with guns. In fact, I saw nothing of my neighborhood. My phone fell out of my lifeless hands. Everywhere that my eye could reach, was vegetation. Trees, plants, and animals. A brown dirt path opened up before me, straight as an arrow.
     I gasped in astonishment, as I suddenly realized where I had heard that weird noise. It was the noise of monkeys' swinging and swishing through trees at the zoo! Except this was no zoo, and there were not only monkey's everywhere, I could see frogs, huge insects, and the noises of other, bigger animals Out There. This, was the jungle.
      I wildly looked from the inside of the house to the jungle, wondering how in the world this could have happened. I began to think, should I step off into the wild unknown? Was this a trick, a dream? Surely this wouldn't hurt me. If this was a dream, then I would still wake up alive, right?
     I pinched myself, but I didn't wake up. Then I slapped myself. I still didn't wake up. Well, I thought. If there is adventure waiting for me, I'd better take it. And off I went.
      I went inside first, making sure the jungle was still there after closing the door. It was, but I left it open anyways. I quickly ran, grabbed a backpack, and began to fill it with food, water, and extra clothes. Then I walked towards the door.
     I slowly stepped across the door step, and onto the dirt path.

      My backpack slung across my back, I set off. I looked wonderingly at my surroundings. Everything I touched so far was real. It didn't disappear, vaporize, or become a teacup. The more I walked, the more the sounds of the jungle quieted. Soon there was an unearthly silence, so great, I heard my own soft footfalls on the dirt. I looked around and saw a frog on a tree staring at me as a I walked past, silent as the grave. I got a prickly feeling on the back of my neck. Looking up, I saw a snake not moving either, just staring. Have they never seen a human before? I wondered. I looked back and saw my house disappearing in the jungle. "I can't go back now," I muttered grimly, and straightened as I walked onward into silent surroundings.

     I realized that I had never found what made the loud gunshots. Is someone actually here? I asked myself. My brain and eyes trying to drink everything in, I looked around. I saw snakes, frogs, birds, even monkeys. But they made no sound and no move. I dared to come close to a bird sitting on a low branch on a tree, but the silent staring unnerved me and I resorted to throwing a stick. It did nothing.
     I trudged onward, becoming used to the silent, annoying, staring animals. But then I heard something that startled me. A noise. Not just any noise, but an animal noise. This, was the growl of a tiger. And like a time bomb going off, suddenly the animals all around me started screeching, braying, cawing, cooing, growling, roaring, trumpeting, singing, barking, mewing, stomping, walking, slithering, crawling, hopping, flying, swinging, stalking, trotting, running, galloping, and pecking all at once. The noise was so sudden and so loud that I screamed in surprise and closed my ears. It seems the tiger has started the animals to breathing again, I thought sarcastically. I decided if the tiger was the one who set if off, then I should go see this "Boss." Don't ask me how I came to that decision.
     I walked towards the growl of the tiger. But as I went into the woods I heard crashing ahead of me. I quickly ran behind a tree, afraid to show myself in case it was the tiger, or some other animal that might be hostile. But as I peeked around the tree, three men abruptly ran past. I gasped in astonishment that there were other people in the jungle. So the animals have seen humans before, I thought. It was the second look, though, that really surprised me. They held guns.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Cue Applause!

Ok, so I know that I haven't really been posting. Not for a MILLION years. Ha. So now I decided to break that (especially since I found a note book full of poems I wrote when I was SO! Now, I present to you (drumroll please) ...........

What I Like About My Church 
*Cue applause and catchy music*

*Note that I am writing this from the very original, spelling and all. It may not even seem like a poem

I Like other days when I play. 
But Best of all I like sundays. 
When you go to church.
I like to hear my Dad preach.
when I hear about God.
And in Sunday school I like to hear Bible storys.
Like David and the Giant and Moses leading the Isralits out of slavery.
And Best of all I like to hear about Baby Jesus. 
and I like to sing the praises of God and thats why I like church best of all.

Rachelle Myers - 8 years old

Thanks for Reading! I shall try to keep up on posting. But I ain't keepin' promises. (muahahhaha)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Blog Award

So, apparently there's some blog award thing going on. :) And I've been awarded by Haley at, thanks! :)

The Rules: 
1. You post the rules... A little obvious.
2. You must post 11 random things about yourself.
3. Those I awarded can answer the questions I posted.
4. I am supposed to create 11 new random questions for the people I tagged.
5. And finally, notify the people I have awarded

11 Random Facts About Me:
1. I love dogs (and horses)
2. Needs a 1968-70 Chevelle (and a Lamborghini Aventador!!)
3. I love to read
4. I don't know how I'll fill up this many random facts.... let's just say I'm boring
5. I Like Food. :)
6. But I'm not fat
7. I've never seen the ocean in real life. Or a beach. 
8. Sigh... I love doughnuts.... :)
9. I teach piano
10. I'm shy until you come up and talk to me. :P
11. Almost all my dreams are of me saving the world, or being some sort of secret agent. (I recently saved some american pilots, who had crashed their helicopters, from Russians. In my dreams.)

11 Random Questions Haley Asked:
1. How many cups of coffee do you drink in a day? (that is, if you drink coffee at all!)  Umm, If I do, it'll be just one. :)
2. How many siblings do you have? 7. 5 brothers, 2 sisters.
3. Do you like to wear socks? Nope. Bare feet for me! :)
4. What's your favorite thing about blogging? Ehhh..... sharing things?
5. Do you play an instrument? Yep. Piano
6. What is your eye color?  Hem... bluish greenish
7. When did you start blogging? Oct. 2010, I believe
8. What is your favorite book? Oh wow, hmmm.... one is The Giver (among many)
9. What is your favorite music? Type? Classical. Song? ahhhhh TONS
10. If you created a bumper sticker, what would it say? I plan to live forever. So far so good!
11.  Are you shy? Heheh. Kinda.

11 Random Questions
{Anyone can answer these questions as a comment if they so choose}
1. Which would you pick: Dodge Challenger, Dodge Viper, or Dodge Ram? (any year, and no question about money)
2. Would you rather have a brother or sister if you could choose?
3. Would you rather eat mushrooms in a rain forest, or ride a tiger in the city? (Don't worry, the tigers are docile in this question)
4. Spinach or eggplant?
5. What job would you love to have?
6. Do you like the cool of the night, or the warmness of day?
7. Would you like to live in the Renaissance, Bible times (B.C.), or the future?
8. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
9. Dogs, cats, polar bears, or Kangaroos?
10. Would you like to have Einstein's IQ, or Leonardo da Vinci's creativity?
11. Would you rather have a flying dragon, or a Pegasus as your mode of transportation? 

The Irristibly Sweet Blog Award Goes To:
Sophia at ! (I Would give it to you too Haley, but you've gone through the process already :) )
Just letting you know that you're Amazing Phia! (Don't feel like you need to do any of the Rules thing ;) )

Everyone feel free to answer these questions I've posted, and HAVE FUN! :) 

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Nursery Rhymes that Make Sense (and Scare you)

Little children just love nonsensical songs to sing, such as Three Blind Mice, or Ring around the Rosy. Today, I'll tell you the Real meaning behind them. Now, they're fun nursery rhymes, but then, many meant something totally different.

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Ho does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

The Mary referred to in the poem, was actually Queen Mary, better known as Bloody Mary. She was a staunch Catholic, so the garden is an allusion to graveyards which were increasing in size with those who dared continue with the Protestant faith - the martyrs.
Silver bells and cockle shells, are colloquialisms for instruments of torture. ("Silver bells" were thumbscrew which crushed the thumb)
Then, the "maids" was a device to behead people, called The Maiden. It was a guillotine, and was new at the time.

    Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?

The three blind mice were actually Protestant bishops. And the farmer's wife was..... Bloody Mary!!! (yay.) "Farmer's wife" was also a reference to the massive estates Mary and her husband owned. The three protestant bishops, Ridley, Latimer, and Cranmer, were convicted of plotting against the queen. Some stories say they were blinded, but most say they were burned to the stake, instead of dismembered as the poem runs.

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy, who lives down the lane.

There was and educational reason behind this poem. It was to associate wool and wool products with the animal who produced it. And to associate the sound it would make.
For the historical part, some say the master was the Plantagenet King Edward I, and the export tax which was imposed, to where the king would collect tax on all exports of wool in the whole country.
Another idea is relating to King Edward II. The best wool in Europe was produced in England, but cloth workers from Flanders, Bruges, etc, were better skilled in dying and fulling. The king encouraged Flemmish weavers and cloth dyers to improve the quality of the final product.

     Although some of them make sense, others are just plain weird in their meanings. These are just some in the world of "Nursery rhymes that mean weird things."

New Blog!

Hey ya'll, I'd LOVE to introduce you all to a new amazing blog. She's an amazing writer, and very encouraging to read (yes, yes, I know that's the opposite of me ;) ). She's a most Amazing friend. EVER. :) Check out her blog here: 

Anywho, new post coming soon.

Also! I remember now, I'm supposed to fill in your mysterious filled brains. :)
Why did I make the cake pops? ...... Because...... they were for a surprise birthday party for an amazing friend! And I wouldn't want her to know, just in case she saw that post, that there was a surprise in store for her.
Anywho, that's it. Wasn't so huge now was it?

P.S. Curiosity killed the cat..... just to let you know.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Cake Pops!

So, today, with a friend, I made: Cake Pops!
First of all, we started out with a cake pop maker.

First of all, it doesn't make such a perfect little cake balls as this picture shows. But, they are pretty good. I'd say they're better for doughnut holes.
Anywho, we did about half the cake pops with this machine, then we decided to make the regular cake pops. Which is where you bake a cake, crumble it, mix it with icing, and freeze it until firm. Then you roll the little cake balls. Then you freeze again. Then you can dip it in icing.
And let me tell you, they're..... Devine! Delicious! And simply Wonderful! (Don't tell my friend I've already tried one... let's just say it was kinda messed up)
Click Here to see the blog that helped me through this amazing cake pop art.
This time, we did all white chocolate. There was a white cake mix, and white icing, with white sprinkles. Really, though, I'd rather go for chocolate. Dark. (Mmm)
If you wanna hear why I suddenly up and decided to make cake pops, then.... I'll have to tell you some other time. Because That's a secret. ;)
Until next time where you're mystery filled brain will be filled in,
Later alligator!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

An Old Irish Blessing

Ever since I saw this, I've Loved it! And whenever guests come into my room (well, not all the time), I like to write it on my picture frame/dry erase board. So! I thought I'd share it with you! (You must be very special or something)

P.S. Apparently this is a song.
P.P.S. I should look it up.
P.P.P.S. You should too. Maybe.