Artistic Nonsense

Sponsorship for the Chartres Pilgrimage needed!

2011-04-05T09:38:00.000-07:00

Hello! I hope anyone who is reading this is having a wonderful day! My name is Virginia Nolan, and I am a Catholic girl from a large Catholic family. My oldest brother is a preist with the Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter, and my second oldest brother is a seminarian there. We have 13 children in our family, and 4 are adopted. 3 from Eithiopia and 1 from a local agency. I have been on the Chartres Pilgrimage before, and have found it to be one of the most spiritually uplifting experiences. Even if I don't notice it while I'm there. Something about it makes me want to go back year after year, eventhough I know how painful and difficult it is. This year I would like to go on it again, but as I am a college student and my parents cannot afford to help me out, or my parish, I find myself in the situation of asking for sponsorships from strangers. If there is anyone that would like to help sponsor a young Catholic girl to go on a long and difficult walk, who would offer her sufferings up for her sponsors, please contact me through this blog. God Bless!

Lent

2011-03-11T06:45:00.000-08:00

Fast and Abstinence.
It is a traditional doctrine of Christian spirituality that a constituent part of repentance, of turning away from sin and back to God, includes some form of penance, without which the Christian is unlikely to remain on the narrow path and be saved (Jer. 18:11, 25:5; Ez. 18:30, 33:11-15; Joel 2:12; Mt. 3:2; Mt. 4:17; Acts 2:38). Christ Himself said that His disciples would fast once He had departed (Lk. 5:35). The general law of penance, therefore, is part of the law of God for man. The Church has specified certain forms of penance, both to ensure that the Catholic will do something, as required by divine law, while making it easy for Catholics to fulfill the obligation. Thus, the 1983 Code of Canon Law specifies the obligations of Latin Rite Catholics [Eastern Rite Catholics have their own penitential practices as specified by the Code of Canons for the Eastern Churches].
All Fridays through the year and the time of Lent are penitential days and times throughout the entire Church.

Abstinence from eating meat or another food according to the prescriptions of the conference of bishops is to be observed on Fridays throughout the year unless they are solemnities; abstinence and fast are to be observed on Ash Wednesday and on the Friday of the Passion and Death of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Canon 1252 All persons who have completed their fourteenth year are bound by the law of abstinence; all adults are bound by the law of fast up to the beginning of their sixtieth year. Nevertheless, pastors and parents are to see to it that minors who are not bound by the law of fast and abstinence are educated in an authentic sense of penance. Can. 1253 It is for the conference of bishops to determine more precisely the observance of fast and abstinence and to substitute in whole or in part for fast and abstinence other forms of penance, especially works of charity and exercises of piety.

The Church, therefore, has two forms of official penitential practices - three if the Eucharistic fast before Communion is included.

Abstinence
The law of abstinence requires a Catholic 14 years of age until death to abstain from eating meat on Fridays in honor of the Passion of Jesus on Good Friday. Meat is considered to be the flesh and organs of mammals and fowl. Moral theologians have traditionally considered this also to forbid soups or gravies made from them. Salt and freshwater species of fish, amphibians, reptiles and shellfish are permitted, as are animal derived products such as margarine and gelatin which do not have any meat taste.
On the Fridays outside of Lent the U.S. bishops conference obtained the permission of the Holy See for Catholics in the US to substitute a penitential, or even a charitable, practice of their own choosing. Since this was not stated as binding under pain of sin, not to do so on a single occasion would not in itself be sinful. However, since penance is a divine command, the general refusal to do penance is certainly gravely sinful. For most people the easiest way to consistently fulfill this command is the traditional one, to abstain from meat on all Fridays of the year which are not liturgical solemnities. When solemnities, such as the Annunciation, Assumption, All Saints etc. fall on a Friday, we neither abstain or fast. During Lent abstinence from meat on Fridays is obligatory in the United States as elsewhere, and it is sinful not to observe this discipline without a serious reason (physical labor, pregnancy, sickness etc.).
Fasting
The law of fasting requires a Catholic from the 18th Birthday [Canon 97] to the 59th Birthday [i.e. the beginning of the 60th year, a year which will be completed on the 60th birthday] to reduce the amount of food eaten from normal. The Church defines this as one meal a day, and two smaller meals which if added together would not exceed the main meal in quantity. Such fasting is obligatory on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday. The fast is broken by eating between meals and by drinks which could be considered food (milk shakes, but not milk). Alcoholic beverages do not break the fast; however, they seem contrary to the spirit of doing penance.
Those who are excused from fast or abstinence Besides those outside the age limits, those of unsound mind, the sick, the frail, pregnant or nursing women according to need for meat or nourishment, manual laborers according to need, guests at a meal who cannot excuse themselves without giving great offense or causing enmity and other situations of moral or physical impossibility to observe the penitential discipline.
Aside from these minimum penitential requirements Catholics are encouraged to impose some personal penance on themselves at other times. It could be modeled after abstinence and fasting. A person could, for example, multiply the number of days they abstain. Some people give up meat entirely for religious motives (as opposed to those who give it up for health or other motives). Some religious orders, as a penance, never eat meat. Similarly, one could multiply the number of days that one fasted. The early Church had a practice of a Wednesday and Saturday fast. This fast could be the same as the Church's law (one main meal and two smaller ones) or stricter, even bread and water. Such freely chosen fasting could also consist in giving up something one enjoys - candy, soft drinks, smoking, that cocktail before supper, and so on. This is left to the individual.
One final consideration. Before all else we are obliged to perform the duties of our state in life. When considering stricter practices than the norm, it is prudent to discuss the matter with one's confessor or director. Any deprivation that would seriously hinder us in carrying out our work, as students, employees or parents would be contrary to the will of God.

---- Colin B. Donovan, STL

Just for the Halibut

2010-09-27T23:17:00.000-07:00

So... I realize that my blog is mostly dead, and has been for a while. One might say that it's been moving in and out of limbo. Blog limbo. Anyway, the poor thing was calling out dejectedly, and I finally mustered enough pity to answer it's call.

Hence, this post.

Which I suppose I must use to write something interesting... I'd hate to be accused of pointless blogging.

So... I just finished reading a most interesting book titled, "voice-over voice-actor", by Yuri Lowenthal and Tara Platt. I must say it's a most interesting read! Normally, any and all instructional books are left unfinished, half-read or picked through, but only rarely do I read this kind of book from cover to cover. It is very informative, and has renewed my enthusiasm for acting. It is so easy to get discouraged when trying(or dreaming about trying) to get into an acting career, but this book really brings the process down to a level an amateur can understand. It's so funny too! There were many surprising and quirky statement, jokes, and anecdotes laced throughout the book. I found myself laughing so often that those around me must have thought I was reading a comedy. It's a good read for actors, and those who just like watching behind-the-scenes special features on DVD's... This book details, "What it's like behind the mic".

Completely off subject; I've developed a taste for fish: a food I used to have a strong aversion to. And to what do I owe this new found palatability? Why, to a delectable fish called, Rocky. Rocky Fish. Yum.

ONE Tubbe, tubbe....

2010-06-19T22:23:00.000-07:00

Yikes... I feel so fat. I just ate a McDonald Big N' Tasty, and a large order of french fries... yuck.
Hey.... Before you judge, let me just tell you that I was just trying to celebrate my birthday! Really! I just got off work, and McDonald is the only place nearby that's open after 11:00pm. Seriously, I can't believe that there are more places to go at night in Edmond than there are here, but it's true. I currently live in a very small city/town/suburb.
SIGH
But it could be worse...
SIGH
But I REALLY wanted to go see a movie tonight...
SIGH
but even if I HAD been in Oklahoma, there isn't a movie theater that has showings after 11:30pm...
SIGH
So I got McDonald instead; to celebrate...
SIGH
And now I feel fat...
SIGH
ONE, tubbe, tubbe..............

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHELLEY!!

2010-06-19T01:28:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDYA TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAAAAAPY BIIIIRTHDAY TO SHEEEEEEEEEELLLEEEEEEYYYYY!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! You should look at my blog too!! Tee hee!!

I posted on GinNs blog...

2010-06-10T12:10:00.001-07:00

Well... It only seems right that I should post something on my own dead-ish blog since I posted something on Ginny's. Question is: what should I post?
So. Since I don't want to post anything terribly boring(that would be uncharacteristic) I have decided to post a literal thinking puzzle.

A man walked into a bar, and immediately was knocked unconscious. Why?

Okay... and for anyone who may be tempted to ask a stupid question, here's a hint: I did not make any spelling mistakes.

A Day is a Year in the King's Court -4-

2008-04-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

Okay... I wrote the next part for you... Hope that you enjoy it! It's.... well... a very interesting part.

A Day is a Year in the King's Court: The Intruder

Catherine was thankful that there was no one else in the room, for she gave a very ungraceful jerk when she heard the sound and then leaped/ stumbled of her bed. She composed herself and went into the library. She heard the man again before she saw him, he was laughing at something in one of her books. She stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice her. She examined him while she waited for him to notice her, and saw that he was quite handsome, but with something hinting at arrogance about him. When he did notice her, she said, "Ahem." In a very I-am-making-myself-noticed-because-you're-too-stupid-to-notice tone.
The man lazily looked up and then said, "How did you get in here, and who are you?"
Catherine was understandably indignant and replied, "Pardon me, but it is I who have the right to ask that question, not you. It so happens that these are my apartments and you are invading my privacy. I would appreciate it if you would tell me how you managed to get in. I would also, that you never came here again without permission and a chaperon."
It truly is incredible how those polite words conveyed her meaning more effectively than had she simply said, "Get out of my library and never come back." For the man was truly taken aback at this, but then put on a sly smile and said, "You must be one of the country girls."
Catherine was insulted at having been called a "girl". Her father had not called her a girl since her tenth birthday, and she was certainly not going to accept his degrading tone, let alone the remark.
"Indeed, I am just a country girl who happens to own the library which you have invaded. Since you do not seem to be a gentleman, as a gentleman would have graciously left when a lady asked him, I must assume that you are a guard or servant. As a guard or servant you can have no business with my library, and I must ask you more forcefully this time to remove yourself from my library." Catherine did not truly believe that he was a servant or a guard, his clothes were too elegant for that, but she thought that by insinuating that he was behaving below his station, the man would apologize for his rude behavior, and leave her alone.
Catherine was not normally so forceful. But she'd had a long day, and everyone in the castle seemed so rude, that she had no choice but to be more forceful than she liked.
The man, however, did not seem to mind, but found it all a great joke.
"You really are a country girl if you expect a man's manners to define his station. I am not a guard or a servant, but as you might have known had you more experience, I am a nobleman."
Catherine thought that the title had never been more ill-used.
"In fact, I am... well. I'll not brag about my position, but I'll not have anyone speak to me that way, not even a "lady"." The word "lady" was dripping with so much sarcasm that Catherine wished he'd drown in it.
"I have every right to use this library, as I obtained the key legitimately, and as there has been no one occupying these rooms for years. And.... if I am not mistaken and I'm not. You are merely the daughter of Lady Jeanette, and the rooms will not officially be yours until her death. Even then they do not belong to you because everything in the kingdom belongs first to the king."
Everything in the kingdom did not belong to the king. Catherine thought the man was being a pompous... a.... mule. She just stared at him with immense dislike, and asked him again, "Well then. Since you are, as you say, a nobleman, then you will be so noble as to leave my library as I have asked you to. And although you may have had the right previously to enter this library at will, you no longer have that right, and I must ask you to give me the key in your possession."
The man smirked, looked as if he were going to argue again, changed his mind, reached into his pocket, took out the key and looked at it as he said, "As you wish, lady...."
Catherine did not want to supply her name but could find no polite way out and so finished for him, "Lady Catherine."
"Ah..... Well, Lady Catherine, " he said as he sauntered uncomfortably close to her, "I am Hector, and very pleased to meet you."
He took her hand and kissed it. Catherine tried not to show how disgusted she felt, even as her heart was moving faster because of his close proximity, he was really quite good-looking. But the smile he was giving her was not pleasant for all it's charm.
"There are very few ladies at court with your kind of.... spirit. It is an attractive quality, even if it is a little, shall we say, rustic."
He leaned too close, and Catherine was about to slap him when he turned and sauntered out of the room.

Okay. I know that was a bit... well. It was kinda fun to write, I hope that it wasn't too frustrating to read. I have the next part in my head and I'll get it written as soon as I have more time.
Have a good day!

A Day is a Year in the King's Court -3-

2008-04-12T14:34:00.000-07:00

Here you go GinNs :)

A Day is a Year in the Kings Court: Introductions

"Oh, my dear Catherine! Do not be so hard on them, they were only following my instructions. I had hoped that you would be so enraptured by the library that you would not notice until they had done. You see, it is my intention to buy you an entirely new wardrobe. I knew that your dresses would be horribly out of fashion, and I've been planning this for weeks. Do not blame the maids for getting a little carried away."
Catherine was not placated. "I do not care who told them what. Any well-mannered servant would treat property belonging to a lady with more care than this no matter what state that property be in. And if I may say Lady Margaret, although I appreciate your gesture, I would have preferred that you consult me before throwing away my things. As it so happens, I am aware that my wardrobe is out of fashion, and I planned on redesigning my dresses to fit the fashions at court as soon as I had a chance to observe them.
Lady Margaret was unperturbed, "You must call me Aunt Margaret, dear! And don't get so worked up about it. I am sorry that I didn't consult you first, but I wanted to surprise you."
Catherine found that she couldn't stay angry with her decidedly cheerful aunt, and gave into her.
"Very well, Aunt Margaret, I forgive you, but please remember that I only like surprises that do not include ruining any of my things."
"Of course, dear, of course. Now. I have already had a dress sewn for you, based on the measurements your mother gave me, and I am simply dying to see if it fits you! You must try it on at your earliest convenience. My apartment is two doors down to your left, visit as soon as you finish settling in. Oh yes, and these young maids were hired especially to wait on you as I knew that your mother would not think to send any with you. Their names.... oh well. It doesn't really matter, I suppose that you can call them whatever you want and they'll answer. I'm off! I shall see you shortly, yes? Goodbye dear!" And with that, her aunt swept out of the room with a flourish that Catherine had not known was humanly possible.
Catherine considered that cheerfulness was not really a virtue, and lamented how ill her aunt had treated the maids in speaking about them the way that she just had.
There were a few moments of silence before Catherine remembered that her maids were still in the room, and were probably waiting for her leave. She turned to them, and said, "I do not suppose that you young women are used to being on informal terms with the ladies you serve, if you have served any before, but I am afraid that I must insist. I absolutely refuse to treat you as no more than servants considering the close proximity of our living conditions, and the amount of time that we shall be spending together."
The young maids were shocked into silence, and Catherine could not help but feel a little anxious that they like her, and that they not think her to be too capricious.
"First and foremost, I would know your names."
She turned to the maid on the right, and waited for her name.
"My name is Martha, milady."
"And where do you hail from Martha?"
Martha unsure how to answer for a moment, but then replied, "My mum works in the kitchens, and my d... my father is a guard."
Catherine smiled and reassured Martha saying, "Do not be ashamed of your parents, Martha. I am certain that they are honest, hard-working people."
She turned to the next girl who took her cue, and said, " I am called Anne, Lady Catherine. My father is a merchant in the city."
Catherine detected refinement in Anne's speech and asked, "And your mother? Anne is a name for a lady. Is your mother a lady, Anne?"
Anne reluctantly responded, "She was, Lady Catherine. However, when she married my father, she was disowned by her father... my grandfather."
"Do not fret, Anne. Sometimes, the noblest of people are not possessed of a noble title. I am certain that your father is a very worthy man."
Anne dimpled, and earnestly replied, "He is Lady Catherine! I truly believe that he is."
Anne sighed contentedly and then felt badly for having dissappointed her new mistress earlier by treating her things so carelessly. She was ashamed for her ill-mannered behavior, and determined to never behave so again.
Catherine asked the next young woman her name and was surprised when she answered in thickly-accented English, "Olivia, my lady."
"Olivia.... That is a very Italian name. Are you Italian, Olivia?"
"Yes! How did my lady know?"
To which Catherine responded in fluent Italian, quickly explaining about Cecilia, her beloved Italian tutor, and friend.
And then in English for the benefit of the other two maids, "I have spoken Italian since my childhood."
Catherine was excited at the prospect of speaking Italian with Olivia, and Olivia returned the feeling twofold.
"My mother was a lady-in-waiting in Italy too, only, my father was a baron. He lost his land in a small war, and now he is forced here. He is trying work as a merchant, but it is being very hard for him."
Catherine chatted with the girls a little longer and then left them to carry out the rest of their duties. As she left the room, she noticed Mark sitting in a hard-backed chair by the door.
"Why, Mark. I must apologize, I completely forgot about you. I suppose that you are waiting to be dismissed?"
Mark had jumped out of his chair the moment Catherine began speaking to him and was now standing ready to be given orders.
"No, if you'll excuse me for contradicting you milady, but I am supposed to wait on you all day, every day should you wish to give me a task."
Catherine could not imagine doing such a thing, and told him so.
"Mark, I am giving you the rest of the day off, and from now on, it would suit me if you were to find another way of making yourself useful throughout the day, perhaps help in the stables, and just check to see if I need anything every few hours. I imagine that will suffice. If I desire to change arrangements I shall let you know. But do not forget to come at eight tomorrow so that you can guide me through the castle."
Mark began to protest, but Catherine insisted, and so he went, reluctant at first, and then happy about his unexpected good fortune in serving so gracious a lady.

That was earlier today. And Catherine had time to consider her situation since. She had not yet gone to visit her aunt about the new dress, and her thoughts were moving ever foreward.
"How am I ever going to get accustomed to this?" She lamented to herself.
"Lord, please help me to accept, and make the best of my situation." That prayer was her last thought before she leapt from her bed, startled at the sound of a man's laughter coming from HER library!

A Day is a Year in the King's Court -2-

2008-04-11T10:00:00.001-07:00

Here is #2 of my story....

A Day is a Year in the King's Court: Ungracious Arrival at Court

The following days had gone by only too quickly, and before she knew it, her carriage was drawing near the Castle. It was HUGE! She had always thought of her father's castle as being immense, which it was. Sir. Michael had the largest castle within thirty miles. Many of the villagers houses were shielded within the fortress walls, and their cottages spilled out, surrounding the castle. The town within the castles walls spanned a quarter mile deep, and an eighth wide, and the town surrounding the castle was a mile wide and a half deep, and there were mile, and miles of farmland, and pastures around the town. Truly, her father's fief WAS large..... but THIS. The city outside of the fortress spanned miles, they traveled two miles before reaching the fortress gates, and within the castle was an expansion of the city. Not a small town, but a busy, thriving city. It was another mile and a half before they reached the castle gate, and Catherine's head was beginning to ache from the stink and noise of the city. When her carriage came to a stop, Catherine was helped down and steadied out of the carriage by Nicholas, one of the guards who had escorted her to the palace. Catherine took a deep breath- the air was not so offensive her in the inner courtyard, thanked Nicholas for his help, and looked around her. She could not, and did not want to take it all in so instead, focused her attention on the young pageboy who had stationed himself in front of her waiting for her to give him her attention.
"Are you to show me to my room, young man?"
The boy blushed at the kindly smile and form of address the pretty young country lady gave him, and could only nod. At a gesture from Catherine, the pageboy started off through the maze of corridors that were so familiar to him, but which were quite overwhelming to Catherine.
They soon arrived at what Catherine assumed to be her mother's apartment. Upon entering, Catherine's spirits fell. It was only one medium-sized room, and though Catherine admired the elegance and size of the couch, she could not see a bed anywhere!
"This is a rather small apartment, is it not?" Catherine would not have made the remark except that she was tired, and disappointed.
"But my lady!", the pageboy was quite genuinely astonished, "You have one of the largest apartments in the castle!" The young man had thought that this country lady would be pleased and overwhelmed by the size of her rooms.
Catherine merely sighed, sat down on the sofa, and gave the a tired, please-explain-what-you-mean look.
He went to a door on the side of the room and explained.
"Your chamber is through this door, separate from this room, which is for entertaining guests and any other activities you might want to engage in during the day." He moved across to the other side of the room and continued, "And your library is through this door, and your study through the door within the library."
There was a moment of silence and then Catherine quickly stood and went into the library, admiring the books. As she ran her hand along a shelf of books, the pageboy, feeling awkward, and not knowing what else to say stated, "No one else not even the king has a private library in their room. Although I heard that it is because this was once a small dining room that one of your ancestors turned into a library because they enjoyed reading so much."
And then then poor boy, having felt he said too much and had behaved inappropriately, fell into a miserable silence. Catherine sensed his feelings and asked, "What is your name, young man?"
The boy blushed, and answered, "My name is Mark , milady."
"And where do you come from, Mark? Does your family live in the castle?"
"No milady. My father is a blacksmith in the city, and my mother works as a seamstress whenever my father's business gets slow.... but that is not often."
"How nice. I am very glad to meet you, Mark. And I am happy to have you as my pageboy. That is, I am assuming that you have been assigned as my pageboy for the length of my stay... Am I correct?"
"Yes milady."
Catherine picked a copper out of her bag and gave it to Mark.
"This is in gratitude for your assistance, Mark. And if you would be so good as to give me a short tour of the most important places in the castle, I shale have more for you."
Mark stood awkwardly, and nearly had found his voice when Catherine decided a further explanation of her request was needed.
"Not today, of course. I imagine that you have other things to do, and I certainly have. However, how would tomorrow morning do for you? You might knock about eight tomorrow morning?"
Mark was startled and responded without thinking, "You will be up by eight, milady!?"
Catherine laughed, and the poor boy blushed yet again.
"Indeed I shall be up, well before then. I trust that you will also?"
"Oh yes, milady! Well before. Only.... it is only that, most ladies...."
Catherine understood and said, "That suits me well. If most ladies are not up, then we shall be left alone while you show me the castle."
Catherine heard laughing coming from her chamber and commented, "Who is that in my chamber?", but did not wait for an answer before going to investigate. Poor Mark wanted to be helpful and tell her, but unfortunately was flustered by the question, and was left standing alone in the library. By the time he caught up with Catherine she had already discovered the source of the noise, and was standing, seething in quite the most dignified yet indignant silence that Mark had ever seen. The source of the commotion, was three maids who were unpacking Catherine's bags. Catherine had never seen maids treat a lady's things in a less reverent manner. They had been holding up one of her dresses, laughing at it when she walked in, and others of her dresses were strewn on the floor. Only two of her ten dresses were hung in the closet. After what Catherine considered to be the appropriate amount of silence, she demanded, "Who do you think you are, treating my things like this? Did you believe me to be no better than a wench? Did you think that because I am not from court that I would not notice that my dresses were wrinkled and dusty!? I do not care if you find my clothing to be quaint and out of fashion. You have no right to treat them as you have. And if you had been taught manners properly, you would not treat clothes thus, whether they belong to a Duchess or a chambermaid."
The maids were mortified, and frightened. And Catherine did not notice, but someone had entered the room behind her while she was scolding the young women.

A Day is a Year in the King's Court

2008-04-06T22:41:00.001-07:00

Well.... I came up with this story earlier today and decided to write it down. It is only a small part of it, but you two are used to reading only parts of my stories anyway. It's about time I posted a new idea anyway. Ummmm.... enjoy! And don't forget to tell me what you think of it.
:)

A Day is a Year in the King's Court

Episode one: Reflections

The young Lady Catherine could not say that she was particularly displeased with the prospect of spending the next six months in the castle. However, she already missed her family and her mare, Rowan, and so far, even the castle staff was inclined to behaving rather rudely.
Catherine had been raised a lady by her mother, the Lady Jeannette of Tearstrom, and her father, the Lord Sir. Michael of Stoneridge had always treated her like one. That is not to say that he was distant as a father, quite the opposite, but Catherine could not remember a time when he had not referred to her as, " my little Lady". Catherine had three brothers, Sir. Martin, John, and Timothy. Sir Martin had been knighted by the king two years before, and John was well on his way to earning knighthood. Timothy was only five, but was promising in his athletic abilities. Catherine's sister, Elizabeth, had just turned thirteen, and had asked to not be addressed as "Lady Elizabeth" just yet. Although the girls were nearly six years apart, they had always been as close as sisters could be. Catherine had received Rowan on her tenth birthday. Rowan was just a newborn filly then, and her father had told her that having considered her joy at watching the men train the horses, she could assist in the training of her own. Catherine still smiled at the memory of that day and the days of childish bliss that followed. She could not think of anything she had ever done that was less ladylike...... except for those two years when Martin, and John had been young enough to think it great fun to let her practice sword fighting with them. They had never been caught, but Martin's conscience began to bother him, and one day he told her, as politely as a young boy might tell his sister, that sword fighting was not for ladies, and that mother would be ashamed of the way they were acting. Catherine had cried for hours and had not spoken to Martin for days after that. Martin had subsequently felt very badly for the harsh words he had spoken to his sister, and eventually taken her aside, and explained the matter more gently. He could not "risk the servants finding out, and spreading it through the village". Her reputation would be "forever blemished, and all for a few games" of fencing and swordplay. He reassured her that he and John would still find time to spend with her, and John, who had somehow found them, reaffirmed Martin's comforting words. Her brothers had spent time with her, but never again had they treated her as a friend. From that point on they had treated her as a sister and a lady, which was not bad, but not the same.
Catherine had known that she would miss her family, but she had not anticipated how much she also missed the servants, and the people of the village. Although in every other respect Catherine had been raised a perfectly proper and mannerly lady, Catherine was on very informal terms with most of the servants and villagers. Her tutors and her personal maid did not even bother to call her "Lady Catherine", that is, all but her Latin tutor, who was a very old a traditional man and insisted on addressing her by her proper title. Most of the squires, pageboys, stable boys, and young men of the village had been madly in love with her at one point or another, but most had gotten over it, and instead felt a sincere loyalty for the young daughter of their Lord, Sir. Michael. Catherine especially missed her Italian tutor. Cecilia, was the young daughter of an Italian immigrant, her mother had been a lady-in-waiting in Italy, but had run from her mistress to wed her handsome farmer, and the two had fled to England. Sir. Michael had admitted them to his fief, and Lady Jeanette had seen it as a golden opportunity to provide Catherine with a companion, and Italian tutor. Cecilia had not spoken any English at first, but the two young girls had quickly learned to understand each other. Although Catherine had learned Italian, she had also formed the unfortunate habit of integrating Italian into her speech so that only Cecilia and her mother understood her. Lady Jeanette had wanted her children to be well-educated and so all had learned to dance, and to speak Latin, French, and German. During the summer, those brief sessions were the only time they spent together. The rest of the time, the boys were with their father, or helping to oversee the fortress, while Catherine learned to be a lady from her mother. The two skills Catherine's mother had been unable to teach her were music and painting.
"Music and painting", Lady Jeanette had told her, "are skills that were not common in ladies when I was at court. However your Aunt Margaret tells me that every true lady at court is now well accomplished in both. I am grieved that there are no musicians or artists for me to hire for you dear."
Because of the importance her mother attributed to them, Catherine had always wanted to learn to play the harp, and to learn to paint. Catherine was not, however, entirely lacking in artistic ability. She had inherited a lovely singing voice from her mother, and despite the impropriety, she and her mother sang in the choir for mass.
She was to learn to paint and to play the harp while she was here at court, but as she confessed to her mother the day before she left, she would rather be home than learn all the skills in the world.
Catherine remembered the day her father had asked her to represent the family at court. He had seemed out of sorts all day, and Catherine had wondered why until he after dinner, when he asked her to follow him into his study.
"Catherine. As you may know from the servant's chatter, and the gossip in the town, the last of the conflict with Scotland has finally ended, and all the kings men are coming home."
Catherine glowed, and answered, "I did know, father, this means that Martin and John will be coming home."
Sir. Michael hesitated and then replied, "Yes. However, since they were with the last regiment, they must travel to Scherton to report before they come home, and that means they will not even start for home until July."
Catherine waited for her father to continue, he would not tell her this unless there was more to be said.
"The king is holding a celebratory tournament. It will start in April and will go six months so that even the knights of the last regiment will have a chance to participate. Knights from other countries are invited to come, the king wished this to be in celebration of the current world peace. Every one of the kings vassals is duty and honor bound to have a representative their house present. As you know, we lost some of our best men to the war, and I am needed here to oversee our land. As I have just explained to you, your brothers will not be back home until mid-July, and will leave to go to the tournament shortly after. Your mother has not been well, and your sister is not old enough yet to go to court."
Catherine had caught on to what her father had been trying to tell her towards the beginning of his explanation, and was now trying to hold back her tears at the thought of leaving her family for six months. The most she had ever been gone from her family was one month, and then she had been visiting her cousin, Lady Anne. That was nothing like this. Then, she had been visiting a dearly loved relative, and her family had been but a days journey away. Now..... she was going to court where she would know no one but her aunt, and would be a weeks journey from her home.
"Catherine, what I am trying to say is that.... it falls to you to represent our family at court, at least until your brothers join you. Your mother has a lovely apartment at the castle, and your aunt, Lady Margaret, will no doubt be more than happy to help you settle into life at court."
Sir. Michael waited, trying to read Catherine's thoughts.
"Of course I shall go, father. But I shall miss you and..... everyone ever so much!"
Catherine could not hold back a tear which slowly made its way down her cheek and settled hard on her father's heart.
"It will not be for long. And really, your mother and I have neglected you by not sending you to court sooner. You are eighteen. Far too old to never have been to court. Had it not been for the war, your mother would have taken you to court years ago."
Catherine lowered her head and nodded, not wanting her father to see the emotion on her face.
"I shall go at once to make preparation."
She kissed her father, and walked as only a lady can, even in such a disconsolate state.
Her mother helped her to find dresses that could easily be restyled to fit the fashions at court, and had even given her a few of her own prettier and more fashionable dresses.

There. I hope that you hadn't already read this far because I shortened it due to your complaints. I'll add more once you have aknowledged that you're even reading it.

Breadsen Village Chronicles XIII

2008-03-03T15:13:00.000-08:00

So.... I don't have a lot else to do right now since I gave up a lot of hobby-type stuff for lent. I guess that this might even be record time for one episode to follow another... well... y'all don't mind I'm sure.

Last time......

General Justice nodded gravely, "Yes. As will the positions of the men you choose to take with you. You will no longer be brethren. You will, however, still be Knights for the King."
~
Sr. Chritian stood shaking with laughter just inside the doorway with Kevina at her feet. The Lieutenant was standing just outside the doorway, shifting his weight every five seconds and looking very uncomfortable. His discomfort might have been due to the awkwardness of the situation, or it might have been because Carrie the goat was trying to eat his shirt.

~

The now Sir Duard rode out with his companions Sir Mairtin and Sir Sean before sunrise the morning after his meeting with Br. Justice. He replayed the conversation over in his mind and contemplated his future at court. His two companions were slightly less solemn, and by midday, they were telling jokes to each other. Sir Sean was having trouble getting used to his new title, and kept inadvertantly correcting the others.
"Sean,"
"Brother Sean.... What is it Br. Mairtin?"
"We are no longer brethren, Sean... It might help you to remember if you would dress more like a knight. You're still wearing your robes."
"They're comfortable."
Sean seemed a little indignant.
"And besides, I was thinking that our new order of knights, or maybe a sub order could wear robes like this."
Seeing the unconvinced faces of his comrades he added, "Or maybe just something robe-like."
The other two were quiet, but were actually considering the possibility. But it didn't take long before Mairtin broke the silence.
"No. It would be clinging to the past, and many of the young men we'll be training would not want to go around looking monkish.... it would discourage maidens from flirting. And we all know that's not something most young men want."
"There's also the fact", Duard contributed, "that we are a new order and should have a new style of dress. We'll want something that tells the people something about what we stand for. We are working in the open. We don't want any to fear us. We need the cooperation and support of the people."
Sean didn't like that his suggestion was disregarded so quickly, and stubbornly wore his robes for the remainder of their journey.

When they arrived at court they were greeted by no less than the king's steward, and were ushered into their separate chambers to bathe and refresh themselves after their long journey. And it had been a long journey. It wasn't that they lacked for interesting sights along the way, or that they had run out of food... they hadn't even encountered any bandits. Rather, Sir Sean kept up so constant a stream of conversation that after the first day, Duard's head had been buzzing with new and obscure information all night. And they'd had three days of travel after.
After a few leisurly hours, the men were summoned to the coucil room where a meeting was being held about the three brethren, and the new order of knights they were here to establish.
All eyes turned to them upon their entrance, but they were too eager to discuss the new order to notice or care.

~

Eventually, everything settled down and Rubert and Trista were informed about everything that had happened since the ill-fatedtrip to town. Rubert had looked very solemn or very angry through the girls' narration, and Trista had turned pale. After the girls concluded their tale, there was a moment of silence before Trista said, "I'm so glad I didn't know. I feared many things, but I would have died with worry if I had known....."
The girls exlaimed, "Don't SAY that!", in unison, and rushed to comfort their mother.
Rupert just sat looking grave until he saw Br. Kildare standing outside. He got up to greet himand thanked him for his part in rescuing the girls.
"It was my pl.... no matter, it was no matter."
Rupert asked the lieutenant if he would like to eat with them, and stay in the barn for the night. Since it was getting dark -and since only he knew how far he'd had to go to take the girls back to their house, and he would not, therefore get in trouble- he agreed.

~

I'll write something about Rosetta and Danno's troubladors next time. I just thought that I should post what I have since I've had trouble forming ideas for the troup.

Braedsen Village Chronicles XII

2008-02-02T23:01:00.000-08:00

Okay.... Anyone up for a little more on the Braedsen saga? GREAT! Although I'm pretty sure that Tracy and Ginny are the only two who are bothering to try to keep up to date on this story of mine. I barely even bother to keep up to date.

Okay... So where was I.... Oh yes.

LAST TIME......

"Hello. Who are you, sir?"
Genna introduced Br. Duard to Keitha, and told her that he had been asking them what they knew about the bandit's.
"Oh. I see. Well, I overheard them talking of two places. I can't say for certain what the import of those places were, but they seemed to mention Spretoria with reverence, and spoke of Silfrene with a sort of contempt."
Br. Duard's face lit up with this news. He thanked the women and grabbed the nearest Brother and told him to escort the ladies home, wherever that might be, and to meet the rest of the men back at the fortress Smenita.

~

When Captain Duard returned to the fortress Smenita, he asked to see the General, and was told by a novice that the General was currently in a meeting, but to please wait in Counsel Room 2. Br. Duard meditated on what the best course of action was to be, and so was startled when Br. Justice spoke.
"You have bad news."
It was not a question.
"Yes. Troops from the Luciferian army are posing as bandits in the hopes that we would not track them. Luckily, we have trained all our scouts well, and they kept an eye on the devils even though they appeared to be an ordinary band of ruffians."
"Good. But you know that this new developement means that the king must be informed."
"Yes, sir. Whom did you have in mind?"
..........
Br. Duard did not like the pause that followed, nor did he like how the General's gaze seemed to burn a hole into his soul. Had he not been trained so well, he would have squirmed.
"It is my intention that you should be the one to go. You may take two of your men with you. What I expect from you is nothing less than total loyalty to our king. I think that you may not like your assignment, but it is for the greater good of the kingdom."
A pin drop would have seemed to loud in the moment of silence that followed Br. Justice's announcement.
It seemed like ages before the General concluded what was to be the fate of the hapless Br. Duard.... and his chosen two comrads.
"You, and the two men who are willing, and who you feel would be the most efficient must go to serve te king as his knights. You are to specialize train the knights who are currently at court, and also any men who desire to learn the ways of knighthood. You can do this. You have been trained better than most, and will be better able than many to handle yourself outside of the Brethren's protection."
Br. Duard was shocked. He was hoping that Br. Justice did not mean what he said, but at the same time.... It felt somehow... right.
"I admit," said Br. Duard slowly, "I have had thoughts of life outside of the Brotherhood of the King, but I never really thought to leave....... Would my situation be permanent? Is my position in the brethren be forfeit?"
General Justice nodded gravely, "Yes. As will the positions of the men you choose to take with you. You will no longer be brethren. You will, however, still be Knights for the King."
Although Br...... Sir Duard felt a little unsure of himself, he composed himself, gave Justice one last Brethren Salute, turned, and strode out of Counsel Room 2.
He didn't even have to think hard on who to take with him. He knew they would want to go despite the loss of rank.
Brother Sean Wittiker, and Brother Bert Mairten.

~

Genna WAS teased a lot, and unjustly too. She hadn't so much as spoken to the cute young soldier, let alone flirted with him. But Keitha and Sr. Christian found her pink face so amusing that they couldn't keep their mouthes shut. Genna wouldn't have minded.... if they hadn't been so loud.
It just wasn't FAIR. Why was SHE always picked on?!
Genna wanted to snap at them; they were really trying her nerves, but she knew that they would just turn her words against her, and she'd be the worse off. So... she kept silent, and hoped that Lieutenant Kildare had some kind of hearing loss.
Unfortunately for Genna, the young lieutenant did NOT have hearing loss, and so heard everything the women said. The poor young officer -being a descendant of the little people of the Green Isle- blushed even more than Genna, and stayed far ahead, careful not to give the gossips any more reason to tease the poor attractive young lady.....
However, it must be said that both Genna, and Sean Kildare hoped that there was some truth in what the two woman were saying.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, casting a pink and blue glow on the land, when they reached the home of Rubert and Trista Knowles. Genna and K.M. only then realized how much they had missed home, and how everyone must have been worrying about them. They raced inside, and met the astonished faces of Rubert and Trista. Before anyone could say anything, Genna had wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and was asking all about how she was feeling, and should she really be out of bed; Keitha had plopped herself in her father's lap and was asking how the sheep were, and how the races had gone and how sorry she was that she'd missed them.
Sr. Chritian stood shaking with laughter just inside the doorway with Kevina at her feet. The Lieutenant was standing just outside the doorway, shifting his weight every five seconds and looking very uncomfortable. His discomfort might have been due to the awkwardness of the situation, or it might have been because Carrie the goat was trying to eat his shirt.

~

Rosetta took a seat by the fire and was introduced to the company as a trial member of Danno's Troubladors. Needless to say, Rosetta didn't like that introduction very much, and so reintroduced herself as Rosetta the Gypsy, temporary companion of Danno's Troubladors. Wondeyego offered her some pheasant, and Kevintello asked her if she'd like to be called Rosetto instead when Danno cut them off.
"We've had a great time traveling the countryside together!"
This recieved a cheer from everyone... except Rosetta who began to question the wisdom in
agreeing to this man's rediculous terms.
"I know that none of you want or expect our troupe to break up, but...."
No one was cheerful now,
"... but I think it only fair to warn you that things I have seen and heard lately have given me cause to think that we might end up going our separate ways soon. It isn't that you aren't worth your weight in silver, but the time may come when it's safer for us all to travel in groups no larger than two."
There was a moment of silence, and everyone, including Rosetta this time, stood up and insisted that he explain further.

~

Well.... That's all for now. Maybe I'll find the time to write more soon. Have a great day!

The Braedsen Village Chronicles XI

2007-09-17T20:06:00.001-07:00

Yes. I know... It seemed as though this episode would never come. I have been busy. Truth of the matter is, I don't have time for it now, I should be studying or being otherwise productive, but I don't care.

longer Last Time to refresh your memory...

"I am First Lieutenant Kildare." He blushed and went on, "But there is no need for formalities. You may call me Sean if you like." He regained his composure and took Genna's hand kissed it and gave her a little wink before turning to go to the Captain's tent. On the way he was interrupted at least ten times by people who required his attention.

~

"Oh. I see. Well, I overheard them talking of two places. I can't say for certain what the import of those places were, but they seemed to mention Spretoria with reverence, and spoke of Silfrene with a sort of contempt."
Br. Duard's face lit up with this news. He thanked the women and grabbed the nearest Brother and told him to escort the ladies home, wherever that might be, and to meet the rest of the men back at the fortress, Smenita.
Genna blushed when she saw that the soldier to lead them was Lieutenant Sean Kildare.

~

Danno ordered everyone one to pack up quickly just in case whatever the predator was... just in case it wasn't satisfied with its current prey.

~

Although sadly impeded by her limp, Rosetta found it within hersalf to do a little gypsy dance.
"I can't believe it! I've been wanting to do that for quite some time now. I'm almost glad that I saved it for this occasion."
Rosetta then noticed the clashing of pots and pans, and the indignant breighing of horses, not too far distant. Having just gotten over panic, and still slightly hysterical, Rosetta started limping over to investigate the noise.

Braedsen Village Chronicles XI

I Don't Know What You're Talking About...

As Rosetta neared the clamor coming from the camp site, she stumbled on a rock which caused her to come down painfully hard on her hurt leg. She nearly swore with pain, but held it back, hoping that the noisy travelers didn't notice.
.....
However it did not seem as though she had been so lucky, as the camp was now silent. She held her breath and waited to see if the noise would start up again. After she had waited just long enough to believe that they had perhaps moved on already, she was grabbed from behind and forced to a standing position.
"@#%^$!"
She couldn't keep herself from swearing this time.
"LET ME GO! You're hurting my leg! Beware, I am a gypsy and I'll.... turn you into a newt!"
She continued struggling with her captor. She was very surprised at what happened next. For instead of taunting her, jerking her, or telling her to shut her mouth, her captor... laughed. It was the deep laugh of someone who was very relieved, and who didn't believe that she really could turn him into a newt.
"Well my friend gypsy, I'd like to put your talents to use. And should you some day find out how to REALLY turn people into newts, do tell me."
He let her go. She turned to face him as dignified as possible with a broken leg and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. How do you know I don't already know how to turn people into newts?"
He laughed again, and she liked it and didn't at the same time. How frustrating.
"Because.*chuckle* If you COULD have, you WOULD have, and wouldn't asked questions. And... I don't think that magic is real. Oh, don't get me wrong, I think that there are people who can do what SEEMS like magic. I have a magician in my troop and I, myself, tell fortunes, but... I don't think that magic exists.
~Watch what you're saying bucko~
The man paused for a second, and Rosetta wondered why. He looked as though he had just heard something that made him nervous.
"Umm... What is your name?"
"Huh?" The man was called out of his reverie, "Oh, um I am Danno. Leader of Danno's troubadours."
"Okay, well... Nice to meet you, Danno. Look, I kind of have a broken leg and I'd really like to sit down. Can we talk somewhere more comfortable?"
"Oh. Do you really? Well, what do I get for letting you sit down?"
"Exscuse me?"
Rosetta couldn't believe it. He hadn't seemed all THAT rude.
"Tell you what, you agree to work one day and night for my troupe, and I'll let you sit at our camp, eat with us, and I'll even take you back to your home... You do have a home, right?"
Rosetta was very irritated, but she could see that this RUDE man would never let her rest until she had agreed to his terms.
"Fine. But just so you know, you are being very rude."
.......
What WAS it about his LAUGH that was so irresistibly irritating???

~

Genna walking quietly alongside Sr. Christian and KM, and watched Lieutenant Kildare... Sean's back.
"Well, I think that we should tell The Village what happened. I mean, obviously not ALL of what happened, but I think that they should know that something is going on. And that it isn't good. The Breadenites will want to plan ahead."
Sr. Christian shook her head in disagreement, "No. I do not believe that would be a very wise decision. It is advantageous, I admit, for them to be forewarned, but they are not all... how shall I put this... they do not all possess enough intelligence to know how to handle this situation."
KM was about to protest when Brother Lieutenant Kildare suddenly spoke up, "She's right. The people don't need to know, they'll only panic. And we are handling this. Believe me, if it gets to the point where the villagers should know, we will tell them, but for now it is best to leave them to their peaceful lives."
KM and Sr. Christian were both taken by surprise, they hadn't seen him fall back to walk beside them until he spoke up.
He nodded an excuse me to the two women, glanced at Genna, blushed, and resumed his position in front of the three women.
Keitha and Sr. Christian looked at each other, smiled, and then fixed Genna with the biggest smiles. They made her very uncomfortable.
"What?"
Oh, nothing." Said Keitha, "Only that you and the good brother ahead seem to blush an awful lot. Yet it is such a fine day out."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Genna was still very uncomfortable. How could they keep up such a brisk pace and still manage to keep those piercing gazes fixed on her?
"Oh."
"Naturally."
"Indeed."
"How could we have thought otherwise."
Genna could see that she was in for an inordinate amount of teasing in the future. But still... Perhaps there was something to it...

Well. Sorry that it is such a short installment, but that is all I have in me today.
Have a great day, week, month, season, summer, year, or whatever you will have before I write more.
Adios!
I heart you!

Braedsen Village Dance

2007-07-05T09:34:00.000-07:00

::most beautiful and graceful gypsy dance ever seen anywhere::

::most beautiful and graceful GYPSY ever seen anywhere::

:::that would be Tracy---I mean "Rosetta"---dancing her favorite gypsy dance:::

::aaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!!!!!!! Her dream came true!!!::

::take that, Shelley!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahaha::

THERE!

2007-02-09T22:33:00.000-08:00

THERE! Now all except the most recent two episodes are
in order from top to bottom. You shouldn't have too
much trouble in reading them I should think.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles X

2007-01-30T21:48:00.000-08:00

Alrighty then! I'm getting kind of tired of Tracy's moping and self pity. Maybe another addition to the story will cheer her up. Hmmmm????

Powers Unseen

Last time......

"This can't be...." She said, confused.
"In my vision... I saw...." Her body went limp as she died.
Danno placed her softly on the ground.
"Rosetta..."He stood, his entire body shaking. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails bit into his flesh, drawing blood.
"A CURSE ON THE POWERS ABOVE!!! IT CAN'T END THIS WAY! HER STORY IS BADLY WRITTEN!"He collapsed to the ground weeping.
Then he smelled roses, and heard the tinkling of bells..... and a deep sigh.

~

"Oh, Danno, why did you have to interfere?"
Danno jumped, startled. He turned around in circles to try to find the source of the voice.
"Who's there? Who are you?!" Danno was afraid, but managed to sound like HE was the one who should be feared.
"Calm down, bucko. I'm right here. I've always been here. I am your creater."
"My what? Why can't I see you? Show yourself if you dare!" Danno was pretty sure that this was some kind of trick, and he was more than a little (!$$#) that someone would be making fun at a time like this.
"Yeah, whatever, pal. That's not possible because you are fictional, and I am real. I told you. I'm your creater. That's C R E A T E R. I made you up. You kinda got your name from someone else, borrowed it really. But I'm the one that made you. I'm your writer."
"Am I supposed to understand or believe any of this?" Danno was still (!$$#).
"No. Because I don't want you to be. In fact, I'm the one who made you say what you did. And I can predict what you will say next. I can even predict what you will THINK next."
"This chick's nuts.." Danno decided to himself.
"You just thought to yourself that I was nuts. See?"
Danno was thoroughly... No he wasn't. He began to grasp the concept of what was going on.
"Why are you talking to me?" He was just tired of the pointless conversation.
"I completely agree. I set this whole thing up to let you know that you messed up big time mister!"
"What? What do you mean? What did I do that you didn't make me do?"
"Shoot! I made you too smart. You will now forget that I said that I was your writer, and instead.. believe me to be a fairy that has unlimited powers...."
A blank look crossed Danno's face.
"Good. Now, as I was saying... You have done great wrong Danno of the troupe, 'Danno's troubladors'! You were not supposed to be here at this time!"
Tee hee! This is where all those writer's privlages come in handy.
Danno was shocked.
"What do you mean, oh wise fairy? Are you saying that it is my fault that Rosetta died?"
"Yeah, and that brings up another point. You're not supposed to know Rosetta at all. You're supposed to meet her later and bother the heck out of her..... I mean, dear little man, you are meant to be her tormentor."
Danno was filled with remorse.
"What could I have done? How could I have known?"
"Whoah there boy. Gettin' little too smart fer yer britches. Let's redo your line."
............... HMM hm hmmm.......
"How horrible! Woe is me! What have I done?!"
"Nothing I can't fix, my woebegone friend. Now listen to me. I have decided that for my own indescrutible purposes, you shall remember everything... no... ALMOST everything that we spoke about just now."
"What do you mean... remember?..."
"Don't interrupt. Geez! I made you really rude didn't I? Just listen. I will rewind time. Or... sort of... rewrite the part of this... story that YOU messed up, and you will NOT do what you did before. You will do something more characteristic for a traveling group, and will promptly set about packing up your things for a hasty departure. Okay?"
"But...."
"AND!!! No matter what you hear, you will pretend that this never happened. Got it?"
"I.."
"GOOD"

~~~~~~ZOT! ZAPPO! WHOOSH! KAZAM!~~~~~~~~

Danno was meditating on the numerous possibilities, Kevintello was trying to convince Helen that she needed to learn to walk the tightrope, Damio was beginning to snore, and Solomundo, Wondeyego and Michaelangelo were eating pheasant when they all heard a loud ear piercing shriek.

"This can't have happened." Danno thought. "I don't believe it. Wait. No. I suddenly do."
Danno ordered everyone one to pack up quickly just in case whatever the predator was... just in case it wasn't satisfied with its current prey.

The priest stood, not far distant from Rosetta, carefully aiming a throwing knife at her. Her face was white with fear, and her eyes wide. She could see him as well as her vision, and she couldn't understand either. The two contradicted each other.
The evil man took the time for one last smirk, and it cost him dearly. A large branch from the tree above him fell, crushing his scull.
Rosetta stayed on the ground for a while after her vision cleared.
She slowly got up, limped over to the still form, and examined the frozen features of the now dead terror.
Although sadly impeded by her limp, Rosetta found it within hersalf to do a little gypsy dance.
"I can't believe it! I've been wanting to do that for quite some time now. I'm almost glad that I saved it for this occasion."
Rosetta then noticed the clashing of pots and pans, and the indignant breighing of horses, not too far distant. Having just gotten over panic, and still slightly hysterical, Rosetta started limping over to investigate the noise.

Are you happy now, Tracy??? I intended to do that ALL ALONG, but YOU didn't have ANY trust in me. Silly girl.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles IX

2007-01-21T12:05:00.000-08:00

Okay, so.... I know that you guys have waited a really long time for this episode. So without further ado.................

The Braedsen Village Chronicles IX

Some Loose Ends are Tied, and Others..... Cut

The fight lasted too long for the women, but was actually not very long. Two hours at most, but it felt like days to Sr. Christian and Genna. Not long after the last bandit was tied and taken into a tent with all the other prisoners, the cute guy who had fallen on Genna came over to them and asked them if they were alright, and what their story was.
Genna blushed the entire time while Sr. Christian related their story to him. Genna fervently hoped that he hadn't noticed, but she would have been glad to know that he DID. In fact, he had been hard pressed to keep his gaze focused on Sr. Christian rather than stare at the beautiful young maiden with the rosy cheeks, and pleasant manner.
When Sr. Christian was finished, he said, "Thank you. The Captain will be glad to receive this information. I must go tell him immediately. Excuse me."
"Wait!" Sr. Christian was a little irritated, "I told you all about us. The least you can do is tell us what YOUR name is." She crossed her arms.
The soldier blushed. He had been so intent on keeping his thoughts OFF the young lady that he had entirely forgotten proper etiquette was naturally expected in the company of ladies.
"My name is First Lieutenant Kildare." He blushed and went on, "But there is no need for formalities. You may call me Sean if you like." He regained his composure and took Genna's hand kissed it and gave her a little wink before turning to go to the Captain's tent. On the way he was interrupted at least ten times by people who required his attention.

~

"Did you ask them if they heard the bandits say anything regarding where they came from?"
"Well, no sir, I was busy with.."
"Take me to them."

Brother Sean led the way to where he had left Sr. Christian and Genna.
"These are the women, sir." Brother Sean, gestured toward them.
"Yes. Thank you, I can see that, Lieutenant. You may resume your duties."
Brother Sean made a quick sort of bowing salute, turned and went his way.
"So. Ladies, as you have heard, I am the Captain, but you may call me Brother Duard. I have a few questions that I would like to ask you, if you don't mind."
Sr. Christian seemed about ready to say that she did mind, but Br. Duard looked up sharply at her tone, and Sr. Christian merely mumbled something about her memory being poor.
"We need to know as much about these men as possible. While you were captive did you manage to hear anything? Perhaps... They may have, at one point, had you in one of the tents while they were discussing strategies, or business? I hate to bring this up, but many of the... "bandits" like to have the comfort of a woman while they." Sr. Christian cut in, absolutely livid, "You certainly don't have a very gentle way of putting things, Captain." She practically spat the words.
"As it so happens, we were lucky enough to escape that particular misfortune, though we'd like to thank you for your concern!"
Genna had sunk to the ground her hand over her face. She was as embarrassed about Sr. Christians irritation as she was over Br. Duard's assumption. However, Brother Duard didn't know that, and was instantly contrite. He had never meant to cause the lady to cry.
"My sincerest apologies, my lady...s. I was speaking to you on the assumption that you had been their captives for many days, I didn't realize! But you see, I spoke the truth. That IS how these men operate. I must say, I don't think we've ever rescued any women from them who hadn't...."
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"So how long WERE you here?"
Genna straightened and answered, it didn't look like Sr. Christian was going to. She seemed as angry at the reminder of how lucky they were as she had been at his assumption that they had not been so lucky.
"We have been here for nearly four days."
Br. Duard just stared at her with a blank face. They didn't know it, but he was mentally thanking the powers that were that these two women had escaped the horrors that would inevitably have been their fate had they not been rescued. He was also amazed that they had been let alone for so long. He was about to speak again when Keitha came jogging up to them with a bandage around her head and upper arm.
"Keitha! You've been hurt!" Genna ran to her sister and began to fuss over the bandages.
"Leave me alone, Genna. I'm fine. The Brethren doctor already took care of them. Besides, they are really nothing more than scratches. Now the one on my LEG..." She stopped when she saw Brother Duard who flushed at the thought of her leg.
"Hello. Who are you, sir?"
Genna introduced Br. Duard to Keitha, and told her that he had been asking them what they knew about the bandit's.
"Oh. I see. Well, I overheard them talking of two places. I can't say for certain what the import of those places were, but they seemed to mention Spretoria with reverence, and spoke of Silfrene with a sort of contempt."
Br. Duard's face lit up with this news. He thanked the women and grabbed the nearest Brother and told him to escort the ladies home, wherever that might be, and to meet the rest of the men back at the fortress, Smenita.
Genna blushed when she say that the soldier was Lieutenant Sean Kildare.

~

A shriek pierced the air.....

Rosetta tried to pick herself of the ground and keep on running, but she stumbled again. When she looked down at her leg, she saw that it was covered in blood. She closed her eyes, knowing that she had broken the bone. She stumbled again as she tried to get up, and heard a cruel chuckle behind her.
"Justice, and goodness will always prevail over wickedness, and sin, my dear."
Rosetta closed her eyes preparing to jump up and run, no matter how much it hurt, but she was caught in one of her dreamlike visions, and was paralyzed while she watched the vision before her eyes.

Danno shouted at Kevino, and the others to watch the camp while he went to investigate the shout.
"If I don't come back in an hour pack up and leave as fast as you can. Don't come get me. I don't want any of you getting killed by anyone or anything because I was to clumsy to keep from being heard by them."
With that, Danno ran silently in the direction from which he had heard the scream. He had gone about a half a mile when he heard voices. He slowed his step and moved more cautiously. He came to the edge of a small clearing of trees in time to see a dark figure aiming a throwing knife at a young women. Her face was white with fear, but.... her features were almost frozen, and her eyes wide. As if she were frightened, but caught looking at a scene that was not in this time and place. Danno knew that look.... Knew that face..... Rosetta. He shouted at the man.
"STOP! What do you think you're doing! Leave that woman alone!"
He had thought that his shout would have caused the man to turn and fight him. Instead, the man rushed toward Rosetta. Dan ran to intercept the man, but lost his balance when he felt something crash to the ground near him. His fall cost him dearly.
In what seemed to be slow motion, Danno watched, trying desperately to get there in time, while the man stabbed Rosetta repeatedly in the chest. He then ran off laughing hysterically, and shouting, "I've done it! The %!#($ is DEAD! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAA....."
Danno felt tears on his cheeks as he ran up to Rosetta. He lifted her gently off the ground into an upright position. She was alive, but wouldn't be for long.
"This can't be...." She said, confused.
"In my vision... I saw...." Her body went limp as she died.
Danno placed her softly on the ground. "Rosetta..."
He stood, his entire body shaking. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails bit into his flesh, drawing blood.
"A CURSE ON THE POWERS ABOVE!!! IT CAN'T END THIS WAY! HER STORY IS BADLY WRITTEN!"
He collapsed to the ground weeping.
Then he smelled roses, and heard the tinkling of bells..... and a deep sigh.

Well...... I hope that you are content with that because it may be a while before I have time to write another episode.
Love to you!

The Braedsen Village Chronicles I

2007-01-20T19:21:00.000-08:00

Alright, so I said I'd write a story, and so I will. However, I think that it'll prove to be too long for just one post. I will therefore post the first Chapter, and, pending approval, post the next a week from now.

THE BRAEDSEN VILLAGE CHRONICLES
Chapter 1
Keitha Mairi (K.M.)

It was a common enough day as days go in the country surrounding the village of Braedsen. Keitha Mairi was tending her sheep, with her faithful dog, Kevina, helping her. It was Spring, and there had been many births among the flock. At such a time there were normally many predators waiting to get a lamb. It had, however, been a quiet day, no wolves or other predators had attaked the flock yet. Keitha Mairi was just beginning to hope that the entire day would be like this, when she heard a frightened bleat. She crabbed her crook, and called for Kevina to follow her, as she raced to the spot the bleating was coming from. She was too late. There were only blood stains in the grass, and she saw fresh cart tracks where the bloodstains stopped. Keitha began to cry. She knew that it was impossible to save them all, but she was angry and frustrated, with herself as well as with the culprits. Wolves she could handle, but this.... this was a different matter. Oh, there were bandits enough, but the sheep always bleated if one came near. Not bandits, but rogue shepherds. They were the most dangerous of predators. Deceptive. They have their own flock for shearing, but they'll take from others when they want meat. Being shepherds, they smell of sheep, and the sheep don't think them a threat until it's too late.
Keitha just sat down, she yelled, and cried, and yelled, and cried. She was so angry, she didn't notice that Carrie, her faithful goat, had come to lay beside her. She put her head in Keitha's lap, but Keitha shoved it right out of her lap and shouted, "Go away you stupid old goat! Can't you see that I'm angry?!"
But Carrie just put her head back in Keitha's lap.
This made Keitha very ashamed. "Oh Carrie, my friend, I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to comfort me, but now I feel worse then before. Because I've hurt you now."
And Keitha spent the rest of the day sad, but extra watchful.

Keitha Mairi was in low spirits as she herded the sheep back into their pen. Her father, Rubert, came out to greet her. He was getting on in years, and so the shepherding fell to Keitha.
"Oh, shoot," he said in a weary voice, "how many did you lose? Not more than three I hope."
"I lost one, but.."
She never finished what she was saying. Rubert had burst out laughing.
"Well, dopey, you can't expect to go half a year without losing one. You haven't lost one in over a year. You're doing fine honey."
But Keitha just burst into tears.
"I know dad, it's just that I was supposed to be watching them and I let myself drift off. I should have been more watchful, but I let myself rest because the day looked so nice. I should have known that it was just the kind of day that.. that. And it was a rogue, dad. I... they make me so ANGRY! I wish they'd all choke on their stolen meat!"
Rubert had just sat back and let her get it all out and, seeing that she was finished, he comforted her.
"Well, I know it seems worse because it was a rogue, but that lets you know that it wasn't entirely your fault. There are very few shepherds that can guard against them. As a matter of fact, I'm glad that you didn't catch them. I know that you're very good with your crook, and I'd hate to be on the recieving end of one of your kicks, but rogues have their own weapons. They're heartless, and I've heard tell that they've taken to throwing daggers. I am VERY relieved that you didn't get there in time to stop them."
This made Keitha a little happier. She gave her little brother Mikel strict instructions as to the feeding and watching of the flock. It was his job to watch the flock in the evening and night while Keitha rested from her day of work.
Genna was finishing dinner when Keitha and her father entered the house. Genna was a beautiful young girl with long blonde hair and delicate features. She also had a very womanly figure. The family always said she looked more like a princess then a pauper. Genna loved to sing, and was doing so. Like the rest of the family, Genna had inherited a temper. Rather than being fiery, Genna's temper tended more toward sauciness and brattiness.
"Well hello, Keitha. I wondered when you'd get home, if ever."
Genna seemed to be in a decent enough mood, but something was bothering her.
"I don't suppose that you might have considered that today would not be a very good day for being late??"
Never mind. she was in a very bad mood.
Keitha was in no mood for a fight so she just said, "I'm glad to see you too, Genna.", and sat down at the table.
Rubert, however, looked from Genna to Keitha and said, "I'm sorry K., but you don't have time to eat with us. Your mother has fallen ill, and we need you to go see the Gypsy, and get some of her herb medicine. Mikel's the only one beside yourself who knows the way, but you are on friendly terms with her, so it falls to you to go."

End of chapter one. There are many more characters and you'll get to meet them all..... if you decide you like it enough.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles II

2007-01-19T09:30:00.000-08:00

Okay, here is the latest edition for you. I hope you like it. Oh, and before you read this, make sure that you read the addition I made to the last chapter. Otherwise you won't understand how the story got where it is.

Last time....
"Rubert, however, looked from Genna to Keitha and said, "I'm sorry K., but you don't have time to eat with us. Your mother has fallen ill, and we need you to go see the Gypsy, and get some of her herb medicine. Mikel's the only one beside yourself who knows the way, but you are on friendly terms with her, so it falls to you to go.""

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 2
Rosetta the Gypsy

Keitha got up from the table, and asked, "May I see mother before I go?".
Rubert just nodded and headed toward the bedroom, with Keitha following.
Trista looked very ill, indeed. She was laying in bed, white as the blanket she had pulled up to her chin. Her black hair contrasted sharply, and made her appear even more pale. Her eyes were closed, and what was even more amazing is that she didn't utter a sound upon their entrance. Not a moan or a sigh. This made Keitha as worried as anything else. her mother had always been a very vocal person, and silence was not natural to her.
Keitha went straight out of the room again, grabbed her coat, and was out the door, before her father had a chance to give her the meal he'd packed for her. It didn't matter, Keitha was in no mood to eat anyway.

It was about an hour before Keitha reached the clearing where the gypsy made her home. Rosetta was a very odd character. She seemed to have the ability to read a persons thoughts. Although she never used "magic", Rosetta had the misfortune of being labeled a witch. She was common enough in appearance, brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin. She was taller than most women, and had a more accentuated figure as well. Yet, something about her seemed to fascinate men. She was hated by many of the village women for it.

"Hello Keitha. Your mother is ill."
It was not a question.
"I have already gathered the proper herbs for you to take with you when you go, but I wouldn't go until morning if I were you."
Keitha wasn't surprised. Rosetta often did this kind of thing, you see, Rosette had the ability to see the future.
"Thank you Rosie. I'd be happy to stay here with you."
Keitha went over to Rosetta's caravan, next to which Rosetta had built a fire, and sat down on a log in front of the fire.
"You're hungry, K. Here's some soup and bread. I'm sorry that I don't have more, but I haven't been able to sell any of my books lately. And it seems that everyone has lost their tast for gypsy songs and jewelry."
Rosetta took a seat next to Keitha. And got out the curious little book that she was always writing in.
All of a sudden Rosetta giggled and pulled her bandana off her head, put her face in her hand, lifted her head again and fluffed her hair. This was one of Rosetta's habits that always startled Keitha. Here was this grand, mysterious and dark woman..... giggling.
"I am sorry, Keitha, but I just thought of something very funny to add to my story. I think it will entice people to buy it."
Although Keitha begged Rosetta to tell her what this funny thing was, Rosetta refused to tell her.

It was a cool, pleasant morning, and Keitha woke refreshed. She looked around for Rosetta, and found her meditating in a tree.
"What are you doing Rosetta?"
"I'm trying to see if something would actually work. It will be in one of my stories if it does." Rosetta replied, mysteriously.
Keitha was at a loss as to what Rosetta could possibly want to put in a story that had to do with meditating in a tree.

Rosetta stayed in the tree until it was nearly noon, and then gracefully alighted from her loft.
"Yes. I do believe it will work."
Keitha was still puzzled, but knew that she would never get a straight answer from the gypsy, so she left the gypsy to herself.
"It is time to go, Keitha. Your father will be anxious."
And so the two set out for the home of the shepherd.
They had gone about two miles when a noise ahead startled Keitha. She was immediately on her guard, but Rosetta put a hand on Keitha's arm and said, "All is well, we need not be frightened."
Keitha looked at her and asked, "Do you know what it was?"
"No," the gypsy replied, "but I know that whatever it is will not harm us."
And so they continued. However, it must be said that Keitha had the strangest feeling that someone, or something had been watching them.

Well, There you have it. I hope you enjoyed it Tracy. Oh, and I'll be adding more to this chapter before I move on to the next. I don't know who I'll introduce next. I haven't planned that far. Things will fall into place though, never fear.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles III

2007-01-18T10:25:00.000-08:00

Alright, I know what the next step of this story needs to be.

WARNING! This chapter may not be suitable for people of all ages.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 3
Sister Christian

Sister Christian wound her way through the desserted streets of Braedsen villiage. She was just returning to the convent after having visited one of the oldest members of the villiage. Sister Christian was not in a good mood. She did not like visiting Old Sheliett the Crone. She was so boring, and always wanted to talk of nothing but herself and her past.
"As if I have nothing better to do than to sit and listen to her ramble on. Would she let me talk to her? No. I didn't get a single chance to impress her with my wit. That woman is downright soporific. And I really wanted a chance to impress someone with my newest word..."

When Sister Christian got back to the convent most of the nuns had already gone to bed. However, Sister Michael and Sister Theodore were up waiting for her.
"Good evening Sisters."
They only nodded their heads in response, but they looked tense.
"Are you two going to tergiversate, or are you going to tell me what is going on?"
The other two sisters looked at one another then Sister Theodore said, "There has been another death Sister."
Sister Christian looked up quickly, "What?"
"Perhaps we should leave these halls and go to your cell before we discuss this further?" Sister Michael said this like a question, but headed toward Sister Christian's room before she had a chance to answer.

Once in Sister Christian's room, Sister Theodore continued her story.
"Okay Chris, so here's what we've heard. A wine merchant came to town yesterday, and got in an arguement with Fr. Huey. Fr. Huey told the merchant to leave or promise to only sell his wine to the church. He said that people like the merchant were the cause of sin. The wine merchant ignored Fr. Huey, and he also ignored the innkeeper who warned the merchant to only stay in the top room, but the merchant said that the idea was rediculous because he wanted to be near his merchandise in case someone should try to steal it. This morning the wine merchant was found dead and his wine, ruined."
Sister Theodore finished her tale with a flourish of her hand.
These three nuns had been friends before they took their vows. Unfortunately, one of their worst faults was that they couldn't let go of the past, or their love for mysteries.
"Are you sure that you heard all this from a reliable source? They didn't seem at all tetchy?"
Both sisters shook their heads.
Sister Christan pondered for a moment. "You don't suppose that Fr. Huey could be responsible for the terrible string of deaths do you, Dora? Why, he cried pitifully when his dog died. I can't imagine him capable of killing innocent people. Besides there have been so many deaths completely unconnected with him. No. I just cannot believe him a killer."
The sisters went on into the night discussing who might be suspect.

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Chapter 4
Fr. Huey

The previous evening........
Fr. Huey was sitting in the confessional.
"When will this sinner ever be done?", He thought to himself.
"And I was not as gentle as I should have been with my neice when she...."
Fr. huey cut him off.
"For your sins, you shall say two rosaries in penance. Now say the act of contrition."

When Fr. Huey had finished hearing everyone's confession, he sat back and heaved a great sigh.
"I didn't see that wine merchant in here. He needs to be taught a lesson. His evil ways cannot go unpunished."
So Fr. Huey waited until after midnight, and went to the inn where he knew the merchant was staying. He just walked in, checked to make sure that none of his parishoners were here, sinning, and went into the room nearest the storeroom where he knew the innkeeper would have stored the merchants wine.
The wine merchant jumped out of bed with a knife in his hand.
"Stay back or I'll slit your throat."
The merchant seemed very cool about it all. Apparently he'd had experience with this kind of thing before.
"Hello, sinner." Fr. Huey said, also in a cool tone. He'd had experience also.
"I didn't see you in confession. You didn't even donate any of your wine to the church like I told you to."
"I don't intend to donate anything. I wont be cowtowed by you Fr." The merchant replied, irritated. "And I don't want to see you ever again. Go away before I call the innkeeper and tell him you've been threatening me."
Fr. Huey shrugged and turned and left the room. He waited until he heard the mearchant shuffle toward his bed, and then he quietly re-entered the room and hit the merchant on the back of the head with the big, heavy cross that he always carries when on one of his "missions". He gagged the merchant, waited until he was awake and then tortured him before finally slitting his throat. After which he went into the storeroom and slit all the merchants wine, he had no use for the wine now that it was tainted with the merchant's sin, and went back to the church. He was always careful not to get himself messy, so he didn't have to worry about cleansing his clothes.

The next morning the innkeeper noticed that the wine merchant's wine had been ruined, and dreaded what the merchant would do to him. If he was still alive, that is. The innkeeper had a dreadful suspicion that the merchant was, indeed, in as sorry a state as his wine. The innkeeper, therefore was discusted, but unsurprised, when he found the merchant dead in his room.
"Poor fool."

And that was the only pity that the wine merchant got from any of the townsfolk of Braedsen village.

This is kind of off the story line, but I felt that you needed some history before I continued Keitha's journey. Besides, almost every story has at least one chapter that is written from the bad guy's point of view.

Sister Christian's words, and their definitions.......
Tergiversate: beat around the bush.
Soporific: sleep-inducing
Tetchy: unreliable

The Braedsen Village Chronicles IV

2007-01-17T06:11:00.000-08:00

This next chapter is dedicated to some of the seminarians. Of course, it only has them in it. I didn't give their characters as much of their individual personalities as I gave everyone else, instead I just sort of.. assigned roles. So... I just thought I would write a disclaimer. You know, just in case anyone was in the mood to be scandelized.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 5
The Brotherhood

Even though it was the busiest time of day, every villager stepped aside to let the four members of the Brotherhood through. Impressive in their dark robes and austere countenance, these men were feared and respected. None of the townsfolk knew exactly what they did or how they earned their money. However, many said that they were unofficial monks, and earned their living off the land. Others said that they were warlocks and worked at the evil arts all day, creating their own money. Still others said that they were a cult of evil men, and responsible for all the deaths in the town, and all the plaugues, drouts, and anything else evil that happened to the land. They were only partly right about one thing.........

Duard Huffman, Sean Wittiker, Bert Mairten, and Simson Scott were used to the evil glares, and frightened looks that the townsfolk gave them. They were here to buy supplies, but the townsfolk seemed a little edgier than usual.
"Do you suppose that there has been another death?" Br. Bert wondered aloud.
"Ach, I hope it was a woman who died this time." Simson Scott did not particularly care for women. And it would be just as well for him if there were none left on the face of the earth. Br. Duard, and Br. Sean just looked at each other.
They got their supplies without much problem, and Br. Duard was able to get the latest gossip from the shopkeeper.
"There was another death." Br. Duard informed the others as they stepped back onto the street.
"A wine merchant. It seems that he'd had a quarrel with Fr. Huey."
"Isn't it interesting that none who quarrel with the good Fr. manage to stay alive very long?" Br. Sean mentioned casually.
"Except that good for nothing gypsy! I just wish she would get what she deserves. And she would too, if she didn't have those psycotic powers." It was, of course, Br. Simson who so vehemently disliked the young gypsy.
"And I'm sure that one of these days she will." Br. Bert said, soothingly. "It just is a matter of time."
"Aye she'll surely get what's coming to her, and all good for nothing women. I..."
But Br. Simson was cut off abruptly by Br. Duard's outstretched hand, a signal for silence. He had heard something. There were many badits in the woods, and while they could each handle two, if there were more, it would mean certain death for all of them. Br. Bert understood and immediately jumped onto a branch that was above him, and soon there were none of the Brethren to be seen on the road.
"Ach, it's just a shepherdess and that gypsy." Br. Simson whispered.
He looked as though he were eying something dead in the road.
After the women had passed, the Brethren lowered themselves from their perches and continued on their way. They soon arrived at their destination, the home of the Brotherhood. The castle Smenita. It was quite a thing to behold, covering as much land as any farmer's field and boasting as many fortifications as the royal castle Bloggdor. It was not a place any would attack without a plan. Or perhaps a mental problem.

Upon entering they were greeted by Br. Timothy Sewrige.
"Gooday brothers. How did you fare?"
"Well, thank you." They replied in unison. Then, Br. Bert took it upon himself to tell of the newest murder.
"This is a sad toim." Br. Timothy said, shaking his head sadly, "The King has sent us here to learn how to foight and defend justice, and we con' even stop the croimes goin' on in Braedsen Village."
Timothy had just finished saying this, when he noticed that the leader of the Brethren, the General, Br. Justice, was standing next to him. Br. Timothy really wished he knew how long the General had been standing there.
"It's time to eat." Justice said in a commanding tone. "And then you must prepare yourself for the Course."
The Brothers all felt as though their stomachs were led. They had forgotten that it was a Course day.

That is all for now on the Brotherhood. I'll write more of them into my story if you guys really don't think that it is inappropriate for me to have them in my story. It wasn't tooo obvious who these guys are supposed to be... was it?

The Braedsen Village Chronicles V

2007-01-16T09:16:00.000-08:00

Back to Keitha. It's about time, huh?

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 6
Keitha and Genna get in Trouble

They arrived at the cottage in good time for lunch, and surprised Mikel who had fallen asleep next to the sheep's pen. This made Keitha feel badly. The poor boy'd had no one to relieve him of his duty since Keitha left the evening before, and had probably not had any sleep, but for this small respite.
They were immediately greeted by Genna upon entering the house.
"Oh, Keitha! You're back. Father and I never thought you would....."
Genna stopped when she noticed Rosetta.
"You don't need to be afraid of me, Genna. I could give you warts, but I never would. Besides, you'd have to be foolish enough to put essence of toad on your skin, and I know you're not foolish." Rosetta made this remark as she was unpacking her bag. Genna carefully backed away from the table containing Rosetta's herbs and potions.
"Here it is! Now, will one of you start boiling some water?"
Rosetta asked very sweetly, but something in her tone gave the girls the impression that she expected her "request" to be carried out immediately.

Rosetta was at Rubert's cottage tending to Terisa for over an hour. She finally pronounced that the beloved wife and mother was safe from death, and bid Keitha to come and see what she must do to nurse her mother in the days to come. After enjoying a late lunch, and a little conversation with the Shepherds, Rosetta was on her way back to her Wagon in the woods.
Keitha looked at the paper Rosetta gave her. It was a list of items she needed for the proper care of her mother. Rosetta promised that none of the items were expensive. At least, not at this time of the year.

2 Ounces Dried Rose Hips
1 Jar Lavender Oil
New Cloths, Preferably Made of Cotton
1 Medium Jar Monkshood Leaves
1 Jar Poison Oak
1 Small Jar Olive Oil
1 Small Sack Dried Peppermint Leaves
1 Small Sack Dried Echinacea Leaves
2 Ounces "Poison" Salt, It is truly called something else, dear, but that is the name by which it is known here.
1 Ounce Baking Soda
1 Jar of Honey, Whatever size you wish
I will tell you how to make half of it into a salve, and the other half into tea when you return from the market.

"Rosetta must know what she's talking about. Because I have no idea why she wants these things, or what she could possibly use them for."

About an hour and a half later, Keitha set out for the market along with Genna, Kevina, and Carrie. Keitha would have left the little goat behind, but the little goat was being stubborn, and Rubert told her that it was a waste of time to try to get Carrie to stay. So, Carrie went along.
When the arrived at the village, they were overwhelmed by the amount of people there. It was a small village, but apparently, something had happened. Something that had given everyone a reason to be out of their homes and gossiping in the street instead. Another thing that Keitha and Genna noticed about the Village was how big it was getting. It was beginning to look more like a city and less like a town everyday. Though why people wanted to live in the Village was beyond their comprehension, what with all the murders. While purchasing some of their supplies from a nice-looking young vender, they asked him what all the commotion was about.
"Oh, haven't you heard? There've been two more deaths in the past night."
"What?" They said, unbelieving.
"But that's never happened before. It's unheard of, even for Braedsen." Genna was completely shocked. And to hear such a thing from such a good looking fellow.
"I know. It's near unbelievable. But it happened." He went on, "I'll tell you another thing, they discovered the first early this morning. Innkeeper John found a merchant dead. Then, Old Man Rick's maid found him dead in his study."
There was a squeal from Genna, and, encouraged by this, the young vender went on, "It turns out that Old Rick was a spy for some foreign country. They found documents in his study, one's that could have gotten him strung up. Whoever killed him did the country a favor. Thing is, since it wasn't by law that he was killed, whoever did the killing will face murder charges. It's a downright shame if you ask me."
The girls paid for their purchases, but were jittery for the entire time they were shopping after hearing such a tale. However, once they left the outskirts of town they felt safe enough. Very few were ever murdered outside of town. Besides, the air was so sweet and the birds were trilling so merrily, that it was nearly impossible for the girls not to enjoy their walk. Unfortunately, their peace was not to be enjoyed long. As they passed Sycamore Grove, they were attacked by a party of bandits.

Heehee.... Don't you wish I weren't ending the chapter here? Too bad. I am. Even though it is so short..... sigh. I need a break. I think I'll take a week off writing. Or maybe even two.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles VI

2007-01-15T10:00:00.000-08:00

Last time in The Braedsen Village Chronicles........

"....the air was so sweet and the birds were trilling so merrily, that it was nearly impossible for the girls not to enjoy their walk. Unfortunately, their peace was not to be enjoyed long. As they passed Sycamore Grove, they were attacked by a party of bandits."

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 7
Bandits

Kevina started barking and snarling furiously and attacked the first bandit he saw while Carrie simply bleated helplessly. Genna started throwing rocks rapidly(though rather pitifully), and Keitha fended off five bandits hitting them with her staff and kicking those who managed to evade it. This went on for what could have been hours or minutes until one of the bandits caught Kevina in a sack. Kevina was guarding Genna, so it was not long after, that she was also caught. Carrie had been nabbed at the beginning, and with all eight bandits attacking her at once, Keitha could no longer fight them off. Genna and Keitha were tied and gagged, and both were slung across the back of a horse like baggage. Some of the men walked next to the horses, and taunted and teased the girls, some threatening them with what they were going to do to them once they got back to camp. Keitha and Genna were miserable and frightened.
When they reached the bandit's hide out the girls were tossed onto the ground, and Carrie was tied to a post. The Bandits then threw the sack containing Kevina in a puddle of what looked to be.... human waste.

"Keitha, I am so frightened." Genna whispered.
"Don't be, We'll be all right, you'll see." Keitha said this mostly to reassure Genna, though the truth was that she was thoroughly frightened herself, and rather certain that they would either be dead by the next evening, or wish they were.
"Hey, you two. Aren't you the shepherd's daughters?"
Keitha and Genna started, then looked to see where the voice came from.
" I'm behind you two, and one of you is sitting on my foot."
They both managed to scoot forward and turned to discover that one of the nuns from Saint Norbert though they couldn't tell which one because she was sitting in shadows.
"Thank you, that feels much better. I can't believe these bandits! What could they possibly want with a nun and two shepherdesses? Oh, by the way, I am Sister Christian."
Keitha didn't quite know what to tell her. It was obvious that Sister Christian was very innocent if she couldn't see what the bandits might want with three attractive women.
"Bandits don't need a reason for doing anything, Sister. They do whatever they feel like doing. I believe that they might just be practicing." Keitha fervently hoped that what she told Sister Christian was true.
There was silence for a time when Genna let out a squeal and whispered loudly, "They're back! And they're coming toward us!"
Keitha moved in front of Genna protectively. But the two bandits passed by the women as if they didn't even see them.
Instead, they picked up the sack containing Kevina. One of them guffawed and said, "This out to be fun. I haven't gotten to do this in years!"
Genna and Keitha were quite worried, but could only watch frightened of what the bandits were about to do to their beloved dog.
The bandits had formed a ring and unsheathed their swords. They then untied the sack and unceremoniously dumped the poor dog on to the ground in the middle of the ring. It took Kevina a while to clear her head. When she saw where she was she went wild, barking, snarling, and snapping, but the poor thing could never touch any of the bandits, nor could she escape. All the while the bandits were jeering her, and poking at her with their weapons.
Keitha and Genna started crying, but neither of them knew what they could do.
"STOP THIS!"
Sister Christian had stood up, and was hopping in the direction of the bandit's circle.
"Sister Christian, DON'T!" But it was too late one of the bandits grabbed Kevina by the scruff and tossed her back in the sack, and all the rest were advancing menacingly toward Sister Christian.
"Who are you to be ruining our fun? Dirty ?@? !$+, you sit back down and don't interrupt us again or I'll give you something to pray about."
Sister Christian was about to make a retort that may have cost her life or worse, when a group of twenty or more bandits arrived. The leader of the group addressed the bandit who was threatening Sister Christian.
"Sergeant Borden we have caught a group of those meddling King's men. We need to secure their passage to Queen Melantha immediately. She'll want to get information out of them. Come with me to discuss details."
"Yes sir, General." Borden turned back to Sister Christian, "I'll deal with you later sweetie."
Sister Christian shivered.
Borden snapped his fingers and one of the bandits grabbed Sister Christian, less than gently, and dumped her back on the ground with Genna and Keitha. The Sergeant then proceeded to follow the General into a tent.
Keitha and Genna looked at Sister Christian, and shook their heads. Sister Christian didn't notice. She was staring into the trees, a dazed look on her face.

I'll add more to the story later, but I figured that You'd want to read what I had written as soon as possible.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles VII

2007-01-14T19:25:00.000-08:00

Sister Christian was saved. Rosetta did a gypsy dance. Everyone else died.

THE END

There. Are you happy now?

The REAL Braedsen Village Chronicles VII

2007-01-14T18:07:00.000-08:00

Well.... are we eager to see what Shelley will come up with next? Good.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles VII
"Lots of little plot lines, no endings...."
Brother Duard looked at the document in his hand gravely as he strode down the long hall to Justice’s chamber. He did not bring good tidings and therefore was not eager to be the one to tell the General the bad news. Besides he was hungry, and it never did one good to be yelled at while hungry. He went reluctantly to the door and knocked.
"One moment." Came the strong reply.
"Oh, great." Duard thought, "He sounds like he’s swamped…. Maybe I can sneak off without.."
The door opened.
"Come in, Brother."
Brother Duard entered the room and tried not to look as worried as he felt.
"I have some bad news to report, sir."
By all outward appearances, Duard was not in the least concerned with anything but the news he was reporting.
"I have here a report from one of my scouts General. As they were returning from a mission, his detatchment was set apon by brigands, and only one member of the detatchment seems to have escaped."
Justice looked displeased, but merely waved for Duard to continue.
"The scout party we sent to look for suspicious activity in and around Braedsen Village found more than they were prepared for. Of the entire detatchment only Karlin Marsiol made it back. The rest were taken for questioning. I would say that they needed to be left to their fate, die for their King, except......."
Duard knew he had to play his cards right if he was going to get his men out of their predicament.
"General..... Brion Mcdonal was one of the party. He was going along for training..... I don't believe he'll last long if they torture him, and if we don't act quickly, the bandits will repot our location to the enemy."
Duard hoped he had judged rightly, and that Justice would allow him to take two or more detatchments to his men's aid.

~

The next morning the women learned the names of the men who had been captured, Dafead Boardof, Joseph Passive, Joseppe Zepranni, and Brion McDonal.
"Those poor men," Genna shuddered, " I heard some of the men talking about how they were going to torture them today."
Sister Christian’s face looked hard. "I hate to say this, but I’m somewhat glad that this happened."
Genna and Keitha looked at her in bewildered distaste.
Sister Christian cleared her throat. " You see, with the Brethren to preoccupy the bandits, there is less chance that they’ll pay attention to us. Not to mention the fact that there is likely to be a rescue attempt by the rest of the Brethren."
Genna and Keitha were still looking at her oddly. Sister Christian, under the weight of their gazes, felt compelled to speak further. "I’ve been doing much thinking lately. It’s been hard for all of us, but I thought it was time to start seriously considering our options given the situation. The bandits don’t seem to me the sort who would like to sit down and have a syllogistic conversation, so naturally reasoning with them had to be……"
Sister Christian never got to finish, for there was a sudden and tremendous outburst from the surrounding trees and the camp was put into immediate uproar.

~

"I have here a report from one of my scouts General. As they were returning from a mission, his detachment was set upon by brigands. Only one member of the detachment seems to have escaped."
Rosetta woke with a start.
Keitha! She’s in trouble. No, it was just a dream.
Sometimes Rosetta had trouble knowing which of her visions were real and which were just nightmares. She could have sworn that her dream about Keitha had been a vision , but….. Rosetta closed her eyes…. Now that she was awake, she could no longer feel the danger that had been in her nightmare. Rosetta put a hand to her forehead.
That’s what it had to have been, just a nightmare.
And who had those men been? She hadn't ever seen them before, and she had never had a vision about a stranger before. What could it mean?
Suddenly Rosetta snapped her head up. Here was danger only for herself this time. She turned and looked toward the wagon doorway. In it was the silhouetted form of a man. She didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. He had tried to kill her before, but she had always known enough ahead of time to avoid him. It seemed as though her powers were slipping, and that she was about to pay a terrible price for it.

There you are guys. I hope you're in enough suspence that you want me to write more. By the way, for the purposes of my story, a normal detatchment consists of about 8-14 men.
Love you guys!!!

The Braedsen Village Chronicles VIII

2007-01-13T17:05:00.000-08:00

It All Comes together................

~Partings And Meetings~

It was absolute uproar. Brethren were fighting Bandits, left and right. All was confusion.
Genna, K.M., and Sr. Christian could only huddle down beneath trees and try not to get hurt. Keitha was frantically trying to untie her hands, but the knots were quite well tied.
"If you had only tried to escape fewer times, then they probably wouldn't have tied us up", was Genna unhelpful remark.
Keitha just glared at her, and continued more vigorously in her efforts.
Sr. Christian then walked up to Keitha, turned and untied Genna, then untied Keitha. They both just looked at her confused.
"How.."
Keitha didn't get to finish asking her question because just then the body of a bandit came crashing down on her. She threw it off and began kicking it before Genna exclaimed, "Stop that, Keitha! He's already dead."
So Keitha left him there and ran into the midst of the fighting, picking a few weapons off the fallen as she ran.
"I sometimes can hardly believe that she is my sister. She'll get herself killed!" Genna said disconsolidly before hiding behind a tree as another body flew at them. This time however it was a live body and he said, " So sorry Mi'lady..... Sister." before rushing back into the fray.
~

Rosetta had felt his presence before she'd seen him. It was the priest. He had her cornered.
"Hello my pesky gypsy. It seems that you have gotten careless. Have you not been sacrificing to the devil recently?"
"I never did you horrible man! You would know if you bothered to pay any attention that I would never do anything like that. I didn't choose to see the future, and I didn't choose to be a gypsy." Rosetta was truly afraid, and only prayed that he might be brought to kill her quickly.
"I am going to enjoy this immensely." Was his cruel reply. He didn't have any intention of giving her a painless death.
Rosetta thought desperately.
"If I can just lure him away from the trap door at the bottom of the wagon then I might be able to escape into the forrest."
She slowly circled the unholy father, getting him to move with her. Trying to make him think that she was headed for the doorway.
"So now that you have me. What do you plan to do to me? I'd like to know what kind of death I can expect.... Surely you can grant me that at least."
The Sadistic man was only too delighted to comply to her wish.
"Well, first I plan to tie you up very tightly, and bind you mouth so that you cannot call out to the devil, or whoever else may be wandering nearby. Then, I shall build a fire, and roast you slowly over it, to give you a taste of what you can expect when your soul is no longer on earth. I will proceed to give you cuts all along your freshly burned.... You &%@^~#* WENCH!"
Rosetta had succeeded in getting out of the wagon and through the trap door faster than she had thought herself capable. All to soon, however, she heard him fast behind her.

A shriek pierced the air; full of pain and agony.
~
Duard had formed a detatchment of his best men, and still they were having a hard time with the bandits. There was much confusion, and Duard thought he had seen a woman fighting somewhere. The fight lasted longer than expected, but the last of the bandits was eventually caught; none had escaped. After seeing to that the wounded were being cared for, Duard went in to visit the bandit leader.
"Who gave you orders to spy on the Brethren?"
Duard wasn't about to mince his words.
"We just came here because the land was rich. We have no orders."
The Bandit leader must think the Brethren were stupid if he thought they'd believe that.
"You were encircling our barracks for a week, and the minute you capture some of our men you decide to head out. You must think that we are very stupid if you think we'd believe that you weren't sent by someone. So I'll ask you again, and keep in mind that your answer may decide your fate... Who sent you?"
The bandit leader looked away and refused to speak.
"Soldier let's make things a little less comfortable for......."
Brother Sean came in suddenly.
"Sorry to disturb you sir, but I thought you should be informed that the bandits had prisoners other than our men. He had women prisoners..... and a dog, it seems."
"Did you ask them if they heard the bandits say anything regarding where they came from?"
"Well, no sir, I was busy with.."
"Take me to them."
~
Danio loved the open road. In fact, the only thing he liked better was beer and good cheer! Danio had been the leader of 'Danio's troubladors' ever since his father, Danio the First had died. Troupe members had come and gone, and most of the members of his current troupe were fairly young. Danio sat back and looked at them as they sat around the campfire. There was Solomundo the acrobat currently juggling, Kevintello the high-wire and trapeze artist juggling with him. Wondeyego the animal tamer was poking at a pheasant that was roasting over the fire, and Damio the magician was warning him that he'd burn himself.(Which he did) Helen the fair was preening, and Michaelangelo the strongman was trying to explain to her how he understands her difficulties, seeing as how they were both so really really ridiculously good looking and all. And
Danio.... Danio was the Master of Ceremonies. He also told fortunes and gambled whenever he could. Some people had accused him of pickpocketing, but Danio had never been proven guilty.
He smiled now as he thought of how far they'd all come. Throughout the land, problems were arising, and so far they had been really lucky. His attention was brought back to his troupe when he heard Helen say, "I most certainly not put an 'O' on the end of my name! I like it just how it is." Helen looked like she was trying not to laugh as Kevintello made his quirky answer.
Danio had been thinking lately that it may be a good idea for he and Kevintello to put together some sort of comedy routine. Ever since their old clown had died the show had been without one. There really was no NEED for a comedy act; so far every town they had come to hadn't minded a bit, but.... the show just wasn't the same without a little bit of humor in it. Although, from a stranger's perspective, the show was humorous enough what with the odd persons who were part of it.
Danio didn't have an outsiders perspective.
Danio was meditating on the numerous possibilities, Kevintello was trying to convince Helen that she needed to learn to walk the tightrope, Damio was beginning to snore, and Solomundo, Wondeyego and Michaelangelo were eating pheasant when they all heard a loud ear piercing shriek.

There you go Guys. What WILL happen next???? OOOooooooooh.......

Back to school

2007-01-08T19:38:00.000-08:00

I think that this is a fitting template for my back to school mood.

Serious and a little dark.

I will soon be writing more of the chronicles, but first I must settle back into the college routine a little better. But then.... Ahh, THEN I shall amaze you with my wonderful writing skills!

FORGET PINK!

2006-12-07T14:51:00.000-08:00

Isn't this cool!? I like it.

I like it better than pink.

PINK!!!

2006-12-07T14:43:00.000-08:00

HAHA!!! I felt like going pink!

It's just so.................................... Pinkish.

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

~Shelley~

And now, for a taste of things to come....

2006-11-01T20:51:00.000-08:00

Yes you read correctly....
Chronicles number eight is coming soon!
Here are a few sneak peaks.......

"Stop that, Keitha! He's already dead."

Have you not been sacrificing to the devil recently?

The Sadistic man was only too delighted to comply to her wish.

A shriek pierced the air

Well that is all I have in me for now. Sorry, but I just can't give you any more until I have had more of a chance to refine my story. The truth is that it has been so long since I have written anything in the story that I've kinda forgotten some of my own characters.

Have a nice day!

For a taste of things to come.....

2006-08-28T17:44:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone! Yes, I now am at a location which HAS A DECENT INTERNET CONNECTION. Finally. And besides, the only way for me to keep in touch is to write to y'all.

I am also writing to let you know that The Braedsen Village Chronicles VII will soon be coming out. I first need to get an e-mail from GinNs with the draft part I've already written on the home comp.

Love you guys, don't dessert me, I need old friends right now 'cause I'm tired of making new ones.

Shelley!

Weirdess from another source

2006-05-13T10:37:00.000-07:00

I think Shelley's blog needs a little weirdness from other sources to get it going. So I am posting. La tee da la tee da. I am so mad at Tracy. She can't come to my tea party and now I am going to have to have TWO. Because SHE has to be all GOOD and stay in Clear creek with her little sibilings. AND she won't bring Beth down next weekend. Humph. *Crosses arms* Well I guess I will forgive her someday.

I have two weeks until I leave for Europe!!! Hoooray!!!!

Ugh...I think I O.Ded on caffine.....now I have a hangover. Bleh...and I have TWO shows to do today. I am so happy I am just the lowly light flipper. But the seat that I have to sit on is really uncomfortable so about haf way through the show my...uh...backside goes numb. Not fun.

Dan was puking his guts out last night. It was really gross. He had way too much junk food yesterday and got food poisening because he had not had any junk for a really long time.

I have a headache. I need some pink lemonade.... and a cookie *geddup noise*

TOGETHERNESS!

2006-04-28T09:54:00.000-07:00

Return of the New Post

2006-04-12T05:25:00.000-07:00

Guess what?

That's Right.

No purpose.

Ooh, look. I'm posting as Tracy!

2006-04-10T20:04:00.000-07:00

See guys. It can be done....... Too easily.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles(Christa's edition)

2006-04-08T10:13:00.000-07:00

I am contributing because I can.

THE BRAEDSEN VILLAGE CHRONICLES.....formatting re-patented to fit your sunscreen.

Chapter 7

last time, Keitha and Genna had been shopping and then attacked by bandits. What will they doo, oooh, what WILL they DO?!

The girls had had little warning, besides Carrie's uneasy animalistic cries that sounded like she'd gotten peanut butter stuck in her throat. But even though there were eighteen bandits, Keitha was more than a match for them all. With a flip of her curls and a cute little smirk that meant business, she proceeded to Krav Maga her assailants (whatever that means). Shocked, the remaining bandits tried to carry off Carrie, and Genna, but they decided Genna was too noisy and she bit their lips ferociously. Outraged, Keitha rescued her darling goat and sent another half dozen rogues flying in all different directions.

When they had all gone (the ones that could move), Keitha took out the honey and dipped a tea leaf in it and dropped the leaf on the road.
"This honeyed tea leaf is my trademark." she declared.
Carrie promptly ate it.
Keitha bopped her on the head in annoyance.
Carrie's skull was broken.
Genna ran home crying and Keitha gave herself up at Castle Smenita saying she had mudered her best friend, but since she was so hysterical the Brotherhood thought she was saying she was responsible for all the latest murders in town plus the deaths of the bandits (who were known as respectable citizens in town and without their feathered masks) and were forced to have her tried on ten counts of premeditated murder instead of one count of impulsive goatslaughter. Simson Scott was the judge for the trial and being a misogynist ordered her exiled to the Convent of which Sister Christian was Superior. Sister Theodora finally calmed Keitha down for her to explain what had happened. Sister Christian and Sister Michelle then formulated a plan to clear Keitha's name and capture the REAL murderers, because, of course, men were stupid and didn't understand women.

Meanwhile the gypsy had gone shopping herself and cured Keitha's mother. Amen.

New Post Srikes Back........

2006-03-29T11:03:00.000-08:00

Once again, this has no other purpose than to be new. :)

This post has no other purpose than to be new.

2006-03-24T10:58:00.000-08:00

I told you so.

Well FINE!!!

2006-03-19T12:18:00.000-08:00

Well, FINE!! If you all WANT me to delete my blog, than I WILL.
HUH!

I won't ever tell another story on this blog AGAIN!!! You'll never get to hear about the wild curly-haired shepherdess and her faithful goat named Carrie. And you'll never hear about town priest whose nightly activities consist of violently killing any "evildoers". And you won't hear about the town gypsy named Rosetta whose fortune-telling skills are unmatchable. OR about how the town priest Fr. Skyremer has been trying to kill her for years, but due to here amazing fortune-telling abilities, she has managed to escape every time. And you won't read a word about Sister Christian, the crazy nun who thinks that the dictionary is the Bible.

So THERE!!!!!!!!!!! That is all part of only ONE of my stories that you will NEVER read because you have more important things to do than read MY blog.

No, no, really. Go right ahead and rejoice at the revival of GINNYS blog. Mine will die in relative peace.

HUH!

::Shelley stomps off, never to return::

::well, maybe now and then she'll look back to see if anyone noticed that she posted something new..... also to see if anyone will beg her to post her awesome story::

Not dead after all.....

2006-03-14T17:17:00.000-08:00

Well everyone, I suppose that my blog isn't dead after all. It really seemed quite dead there for a while, but after a few months in rehab, we at the office have decided that it'll be OKAY. That is, as long as it gets support from its friends.

Hm. You wanna know something else that's strange, I can still access all of the posts and comments that were on GinNs blog. I don't know why, how, or how long I'll be able too, but I think that it is cool that I can.

I have a headache, and I'm going to the fungus farm. So I'lkl talk to Ya's alls later!

signed: Only Known Doctor Who Can Perfom The Lengthiest Procedure Of Doing Surgery On An Apparently Dead Blog.

AKA: OKDWCPTLPODSOAADB

Whoops.....

2006-01-21T17:47:00.000-08:00

Well guys, guess what I'm doing right now? Besides typing this post, I'm waiting for a person to show up. Who is this person? Welllllll.... They MIGHT give me a job. Babysitting. Why aren't they here yet??? Because I, in my thoughtlessness, gave them WRONG DIRECTIONS. So now I am writing this so all of you know that I am a terrible person. I deserve to be yelled at for a long time. especially because in giving them wrong directions, I probably delayed them by an hour. WHOOOPS! What makes it worse is that this person is probably lost in my neighborhood right now. With a baby in the car. It is night time so that means that it is even harder to make out where you are. She's probably going about 20 miles an hour, slowing up everyone behind her, making THEM angry, and all because I told her to take Winding Lane instead of meadow lake.

*sigh*

Sometimes it's really hard being an idiot. A silly, artistic idiot. Clumsy, silly, artistic idiot. Thoughtless, clumsy, silly, artistic idiot. Inconsiderate, thoughtless, clumsy, silly, artistic idiot................. Well, I can't think of anything to add right now, but I'm sure that some of you can think of a few descriptive words. Don't voice them though.

Well, I suppose that I've nothing to do but wait for her to call, and ask me to fix my mistake.

*sigh*
Why do you all still love me?

Another one?

2006-01-12T22:36:00.000-08:00

Yes, that's right. I, Shelley am posting TWO posts in the SAME DAY. Amazing isn't it? This one is actually about what is going on in my life. Is anyone still reading? Probably not, but I like to talk to myself anyway; all geniuses do. And believe it or not I AM a genius. At least... at least I think I am..... hmmm what AM I???

Okay... so.. my life. Well, Mike and Helen are spending the night at my flat so that I don't have to be here all by my wittw self. helen came because I asked her. Mike came because his Xbox is here. I amn't going to school this Spring after all. By the time I found out that I had been accepted at Benedictine it was too late. I couldn't just tell my boss that she was just going to have to tough it out. Besides, being on the heels of Christmas.... well... let's just say that i no longer have any money saved up.

I am, once again looking for a second job. Hopefully THIS one won't be quite so bad. HOPEFULLY. I don't actually know if I'll find one at all, but there's always hope. In the meantime, I'll try to spend as much of my free time as possible cleaning, and exercising to get in shape in case I'm sponsored for the Shatres pilgrimage.

This post is too long.
BYE!

Anyone for IMing?

2006-01-12T22:25:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, I just discovered one of the many good things about gmail. I can now see why Alex is soo eager to be a spokesperson for it. You have nearly 3MB of storage for your e-mail. And you can get googletalk(Instant Messanger) for free. Guess why I want to you get it? Because I would like to talk to you using their free IM service. In fact the entire thing is free. Free, free, free. If you are interested in getting gmail give me you e-mail address and I'll send you an invite. : )

Can it get cooler? Yes. If you have head phones or speakers, and a mic that you can plug into the computer, you can "call" one of your friends and talk to them over the computer for..... you guessed it... F. R. E. E.

I'm done advertising Gmail.

By the way you need highspeed internet for googletalk to work properly.

Okay, okay...

2006-01-01T23:56:00.000-08:00

Time for a change eh? Too bad! I am now officially a boring person. I'm boring, boring, boring. AND I'm also bored, which is, I suppose, the reason I took the time to write this. I...... Uhhh..... Am tired. And I'm.... I can't think of a lot to say. This new years eve was the quietest one I think our family has ever had. For one thing, DAN wasn't at mom & dad's. But what's just as bad is.... he took Kevin with him. So we didn't have any rowdy game/fun starters at the house until a little after twelve. Actually, we were saying a prayer for the new year when Kevin bursts through the front door, and yells "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" and starts singing before realizing what we're doing. Of course he quieted down, but the atmosphere was ruined. Many of us thought that his little act was quite funny, and couldn't help but snicker behind our hands for the rest of the prayer.
And that was the highlight of the evening.
I'm not saying that it was boring, just... quiet. Very quiet.

Some of the kids went to the Houstons later on. Of course the DIDN'T tell me about it, and by the time I found out, their party was over.

So basically, I just ate, drank, watched movies, and talked to people the entire night. The funny thing is that.... *sigh* a year or two ago, the thought of spending new years like that would have horrified me. But as it was, I quite enjoyed myself. I hope all of you folks had a happy new year as well.

Time to catch up on some sleep. I have work tomorrow.

Hello

2005-12-22T18:52:00.000-08:00

Hi. Just to let you know, I AM still alive. I'm just..... tired. And busy. But mostly tired.

I looked at my ACT score online(scores haven't officially been sent out yet). I didn't do very well. However, considering that I hardly studied at all, and got only 4 hours of sleep that night, I guess I did alright. I'm still disappointed though. Especially since this means that I'll have to stay home another year while I study and work more, and then I'll retake the ACT, and(hopefully) get a better score. What was my score you ask? Well, I'll leave you to guess..... okay, I'll give you a hint....... It was better than 20, but worse than 30.

*sigh*

Well, I think I have strayed enough from any interesting subject. Let's see if I can come up with something more interesting......... I've gotten all my Christmas shopping done. Yea! That means that all I have to do to be completely ready for Christmas is wrap the rest of the presents, and give the house a thorough cleaning, and I can REST! Do NOTHING for the rest of the YEAR!!!! YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's my Christmas present to ME! Ahaha. I'm soo happy.

I'm am completelt exhausted. I need to get some sleep. I just had a very.... active day. First I..... No. No. I can't explain. I REALLY need to get ready for bed. I..... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Look at me!

2005-12-15T17:12:00.000-08:00

Ha ha! I just thought I'd post cause I could! Look at me!!!! I'm so insteresting!!!!

....and gets a girlfriend

2005-12-14T09:35:00.000-08:00

Last time on "Sprong".................

As he was hopping he heard a quiet call from the bushes.
"Hey you, little frog, come here. Little bald frog, come over here I've got to tell you something."

"Did you want something?" Sprong asked confused.
"Yes." The hedgehog replied. "I wanted to tell you that you're a very odd frog."

"Eh? What's that? You never found your baldness to be a blessing? Why I've known a frog who would have been dead many a time over if not for his baldness! And you don't appreciate it. Kids these days. They never appreciate anything"
And with that the hedgehog trudged off. Leaving Sprong bewildered, confused, and wondering what frog the hedgehog had been talking about.....

Sprong Gets a Girlfriend

Three days after meeting the strange hedgehog, Sprong decided to go solo-bugging. He was hopping to the creek when he heard a weak "croak". It sounded like a sick or wounded frog. Sprong, ever curious, decided to investigate. He followed the croaking until he came to the bank of the creek. The croaking seemed to be coming from inside the reeds ahead. Sprong scaled himself, and went in. The sight that met his eyes was horrendous. A poor froggette had been captured by an ugly human girl, and was beinmg repeatedly kissed on the head by its discusting, hairy lips.
"Come ON Mr. Prince!" It said in a loud, whiney voice. "CHANGE! I want you to change so I can be a PRINCESS!!"
The girl was agitated, and in her frustration, had nearly sueezed the froggette to death. Sprong hopped towards them, desperately trying to think of something he could do so save the poor little gette. He could think of nothing, and the human was beginning to shake the little frog. Unable to think of anything better, Sprong jumped at the ugly brute and whipped his toungue out to catch a fly that was hovering near the things nose.
"EEEEEEK!!!!!!!" It screeched. "What IS that!!!"
It dropped the frog and ran out of the rushes screaming at the top of its gigantic lungs.
Sprong quickly hopped over to the froggette, worried that he might have been to late to help her.
"Are you alright?" He asked worridly. "Are you badly hurt?"
A feeble "croak" was the only answer he recieved. Unsure what to do to help, Sprong helped the froggette over to a pool of water and gathered some bugs for her to eat. Sprong sat with her for some time before she was able to manage a weak "thank you" before falling asleep.

The next morning Sprong woke with a start, realizing that he had fallen asleep after promising himself that he wouldn't. Calling himself a weak insect, Sprong went over to where he had left his patient. She was gone. Sprong was heartbroken.
"I didn't even learn her name." He said dejectedly.
"Excuse me." Said a lightly croaking voice behind him. "Are you the frog that saved my life yeterday?"
Sprong turned to face the Froggette. She was looking at him with a expression that he didn't understand, but made his insides feel like water.
"Croak." Sprong had trouble saying anything intelligible, "I... croak, did....thgat is to sgay.... yes."
She smiled at him. Good water, she was lovely.
"Thank you. I thought for certain that I was going to die. I was bugging with my boyfriend when that human came. My boyfriend hopped away and left me. He was a coward, he would never have saved me the way you did."
She hopped right up to Sprong and kissed him.
Sprong turned blue and opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to get any sound to come out.
"If you like, YOU can be my boyfriend."
Sprong could only nod. He still didn't know her name. His new girlfriend cuddled up next to him and gave a contented sigh. Sprong just couldn't believe his good luck.

Be sure to read the next issue of "Sprong": Sprong saves the Ponderians

Sorry guys.....

2005-12-12T10:27:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone, I'm sorry that I STILL haven't written the next issue of "Sprong" yet, but I just haven't had TIME. I have been trying to keep up with Tracy and GinN's blogs, but I find it a nearly impossible task. *sigh* Well, it's off to work for me.

Coming Soon!

2005-12-11T00:39:00.000-08:00

Although I doubt anyone will have time to read it, (most of your time will no doubt be spent reading GinN and Tracy's blogs) I will (finally) be posting the next issue of Sprong. I'm not certain what prompted this. Although I think it may have had something to do with an Irish geezer who kept asking about it.

I realize that this is an increadibly short post, but I was visiting the other blogs and quite lost track of time. So it is now.... GOSH! 2:47 and I need to get ready for bed.

Bye!

I'm Back.

2005-12-04T12:09:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone. I am sorry that it has been such a long time since I posted or commented. I didn't know you cared so much...*wipes away a tear*

I HAVE been busy lately. I will, however, be even MORE busy next week. I have the ACT next Saturday, so I won't have time to blog AT ALL. Sorry, that's just the way things go.

Alright, well..... I have to go read all the stories that were posted on Irishbrat. I haven't read any of them, and I'm tired of hearing people joking about them when I have no idea why the jokes are funny. It is very irritating, especially since I'm not used to that sort of thing.

Go in peace.

Deleted post.

2005-11-25T09:25:00.000-08:00

Sorry guys, I just couldn't bear to have those weird, less-than-attractive pictures of me on my blog anymore. I not only couldn't stand to look at them, I couldn't stand the THOUGHT of having anyone ELSE look at them. In other words, I did a lot of sitting. But I'm standing again. :)

What day is it today??

2005-11-23T22:11:00.000-08:00

Hmmm...... It is 12:11 am. What does that mean???

IT'S THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!!!!

I stayed up this late just so I could tell you that.

Hey...it's me!

2005-11-22T17:15:00.000-08:00

Hey look I'm posting on Shelleys bolg! Haha! I bet I can get more comments than Shelley!

So more of nothing.

Hmmmm......what should I say? I'm amusing enough as it is but lets see if I can get really wierd.

Hmm....Helen and I walked three miles form walmart to Shelley and Anges and Dans house today. We wanted to cross the street at a cross-walk light, but the light was evil and wouldn't let us go. So we walked down another 1/4 mile and then ran accross the road. Yeah we looked pretty stupid.

Anyway I can't believe it's already Thanksgiving! Pups will be home so I can harrass him in person! Yay!

Well I have to go now because Shelley is being mean and kicking me off!

Happy Turkey Day!

"Peace. Sucks." ~Creepshow

Enyanthe

2005-11-15T17:37:00.000-08:00

Alright everyone, time for the next issue of "The Tinker's Daughter"!!!!!! Hooray!

Enyanthe

Enyanthe had grown up traveling with her father. Tinkering was her life, and the only way of life that she'd ever known. She wasn't too eager to do anything else. Oh, she'd wished that she had more friends, but now that she was older, that desire had passed. In it's place came the hunger for knowledge. The understanding that, while she might have traveled far, and seen things others had never imagined, she knew considerably less than she should about family. She had her father, but she wished that she could have a mother, or a sibling. Her mother had died when Enyanthe was very young, and had never had any more children.
Often, Enyanthe and her father were joined by other travelers, such as jesters, and minstrels. Enyanthe had learned to play the lute from a elderly minstrel who had stayed with them until he passed away, and Enyanthe still had his old lute. The old minstrel had also taught her to sing, but Enyanthe knew that she would never be good enough to sing for a living. A young jester had taught Enyanthe how to juggle and tumble, and a young dancer had taught her how to dance all the Sheirian dances, two court dances, and also how to stretch to keep her body lithe.
Enyanthe was grateful for all that she'd had the opportunity to learn, but she wanted to know how to sew, cook, and mostly how to read. Her father knew how to read, but only in his native language. Enyanthe had learned how to speak a few words in Frangersh, but it wasn't a common language and really would be of little use to her anyway.
Enyanthe was contemplating how she might find someone willing to teach her to read, when her father called to her.
"Enya, I need to go get Epona another horse-shoe at the blacksmiths. I need you to watch the booth for a while."
"Of course father. You know that I don't mind." She replied with a half smile.
"Aye, your a good girl, Enya." Her father kissed her forehead, and set off for the smithy.

Enya hadn't been watching the shop long before she noticed that an unusual amout of customers were men. The odd thing was, that they didn't seem to know what they wanted to buy before she suggested it. It was a little scary, but thrilling. Enya had never sold so much merchandise in so short a time before.She was put out of her good humor when she saw an urchen snatch a trinket from a table in the back.
"Stop! Please, someone stop that child!" She shouted.
If the urchen had taken something else she might have let them have it, but not this. Aside from her long thick curly hair and ivory skin, that trinket was the only thing she had inherited from her mother.
A tall guard had caught the rag-a-muffin, and was bringing him to her.
"What do you want me to do with him miss?" The guard asked politely.
"Please, don't hurt him." She answered, "I would only like to have my trinket back."
"I didn't take anything." The little boy answered, "And I'm NOT a boy!"
Enya was startled, and she could see that the guard was too.
"I beg your pardon," she addressed the girl, "I was hasty and didn't bother to look closely enough. I'm sorry that I mistook you for a boy, but I saw you take my trinket."
"I didn't TAKE IT!!!!" Shouted the little girl. She looked scared.
"Do you want me to search her?"
Enya could tell that the guard was not eager to do so, but only said it out of duty.
"You may not have to." She turned and addressed the little girl again. "Do you want this man to have to shake you until the trinket falls out of your pocket?" She asked.
The little girl shook her head horrified, and started crying.
"Then give me my trinket."
The girl just cried louder. Enya had no idea what to do with her, but looked helplessly at the guard.
"Hold on there, little one," He said taking responding to Enya's glance, "no one will hurt you if you admit that you took it."
The little girl looked up, hopefully.
"Do you give your word as a thief?" She asked.
Amazingly, the guard kept a straight face when he responded.
"Well, not as a thief, but as a guard."
The girl licked her lips.
"Wellll.... okay then." And she produced the trinket from a pocket Enya would never have known existed.
"Thank you." She said, to both the little girl and the guard.
"I have four children of my own, and I appreciate that you handled the situation so appropriately."
Enya thanked the guard again, and turned to the urchin as the guard left.
"What is your name little one?" Enya asked.
"Why do you want to know?" The girl responded shrewdly.
"So that I may know what to call you. Unless you want me to keep calling you "little girl"."
"Minn".
"Minn, you look hungry. Would you like something to eat?"

You can imagine that Enya's father was not a little surprised when he came home to find that Enya had closed down the shop for the rest of the day, and was feeding a pile of rags at the table. Enya explained about Minn, and her father was understanding about that, but when she told him how much she had made and why, he was surprisingly irritated.
"You say the were mostly men, huh?" He said gruffly. "Well none of them had better be thinkin' about courtin' you that's all I'm sayin'."
"Oh, father." Enya said laughing, "I'm sure that none of them had any such intention."
"You think so? Well I'll tell you one thing, me dear, they wouldn't have gone anywhere near that booth if you hadn't been standing behind it."
"Father, do not tease me, you know as well as I, that I am no beauty."
"I know no such thing! You look just like your mother, and as I have told you before, she was more beautiful than any other woman I've seen."
"And that is as it should be, father, but you forget that I look more like you than I do her."
"MAybe ya did, but no more. Aside from my height, you're the spitting image of your mother. You have her eyes, even though they're the color of mine."
"Hm, well thank you father, but I reserve the right to disagree."
Her father grumbled a bit, but sat down and ate dinner without another word on the subject. The next day, they found out that Minn was an orphan, and asked her if she wanted to go with them on their travels. As you may have guessed, Minn responded to this question with an enthusiastic "YES!".

It was a few weeks and another town later before the tinker had to leave the booth again. As he was leaving, he gave Enya strict instructions as to how to handle any men who might want to court her.
"Don't bother being gentle with these men Enya. They won't leave you alone unless you give them a definite "no". Don't hesitate to ask for assistence from a guard."
"Don't worry Mr. Tinker, I'LL take care of her." Minn said crossing her arms.
The tinker smiled and replied, "I'm sure you will Minn, but I think that Enya needs to learn to take care of herself, don't you?"
Minn didn't reply, but stood there looking defiant. Enya smiled at her father, told him that she'd be careful, and gave him a kiss goodbye.

The day went fairly normal, until a young knight walked up to the booth, and stared at her for a munute without saying a word.

Read the next issue of "The Tinker's Daughter": Enyamthe Meets Sir Kael

okay, more of nothing.

2005-11-14T19:48:00.000-08:00

It has come to my attention, that even though Ginny and Tracy write no more sense than I do, THEY get all the attention.
AND it has also occured to me that I really don't mind. If THEY get all the attention, than THEY gat all the unwanted visitors(except one) and THEY get all the weirdo's saying that they've read their blog. HA! Why in a milloin years would I want THAT!!???

I wish that I didn't have to go GET stamps. I am going to have to marry someone who will..... Actually, I could just be a nun. That way, I'll never have to go buy stamps.
Really, I wouldn't mind getting stamps, but everytime I go, the SAME guy is at the counter. I have made an idiot of myself in front of that guy, and he hasn't forgotten it. So I don't like going there. Seriously though, if i ever DO get married, my husband is going to have to have a LOT of patience for all of my quirks. I am a very....... abnormal person. I have a lot of odd things I am unwilling to do, and for many odd reasons.

Odd is the word of the day.... night. See how many times you can get the word odd in a sentence without seeming too odd.
Good luck!

Okay, today is Monday. Ungh. That means I have a WHOLE week to go before I get a day off. BUT it ALSO means that I have a blessed TWO days and three nights, until i have to go to the House of Horror. *sigh* I'll enjoy it while I may.

Dan, poor guy, has to stay at work late. He even got up at his normal time(6:00) or so I heard.(I was neither up nor indeed at home when Dan got up.) For those GOSSIPS among you... I wasn't anywhere to be concerned about, I was at my parents house. I was homesick....*sticks out lower lip increadibly far and pouts**flutters eyelashes* I missed my mommy an daddy a lot. *sniff, sniff*

Anyway, Dan won't get off work until 12:00. For those of us who are night owls, it may not seem that bad, but Dan isn't. Like I said earlier he got up at 6:00 this morning. I don't know any night owls who do THAT regularly. most of us think that 8:00 is early.

Well, this post is long enough, and so far I have managed to say absolutely nothing.

My work here is done. Farewll citizens!

It wasn't so bad....

2005-11-11T20:32:00.000-08:00

Okay, so it wasn't as bad a day as I thought it would be. But that's a good thing. Actually, I'm surprised at how good a day it was considering that the longest I was able to sit down today was for two hours. I was on my feet the rest of the day. Ugh! My feet hurt. Could someone come massage my feet? I'll give you a cookie.

Well, I have a rehearsal tomorrow that I hope I can remember to go to. Ginny, if you read this before...... 10:00 Sat. the 12th, call and remind me about rehearsal. I am in a bit of trouble considering that my voice hasn't been doing very well today. I can only hope that it feels better tomorrow.

I think I'm going to go on a one-meal-a-day fast in hopes of getting a good score on the ACT.

Unfortunately, it'd probably just make me gain weight, so I guess I'd better not. No, I will...... well..........

To whom it may concern...

2005-11-10T20:43:00.000-08:00

Well, today was almost as bad as I expected, but I'm certain that tomorrow will be even worse. Although, it hardly matters considering that I'll be quitting in December. *takes a swig of beer*
Yeah, I fully expect tomorrow to be worse.

So...... When I finally DO go to college, how many of you guys are going to come visit me?????
Oh, come on. SOMEONE has to be going to Nebrasa anyway, so you can swing by on your way up, take me with you(I can hardly be expected to miss out on a chance to flirt with sems now can I?) and then you can drop me off on your way home. Sounds like a good plan to me! So who's up for it!? Anyone??? Oh come ON. NO one is willing to come visit me? *lip starts pouting* *eyes bigin to get watery* *head droops* What if I promise to be REALLY, really good? I would.... *whole attitide changes* Ah forget about it. I could tell that none of you were buying it anyway.

I'm done being weird for tonight, but be warned.... I WILL be back. *duhnduhnduhnnnnnnn........*

Nothing in particular.

2005-11-09T23:10:00.000-08:00

Whoah! I just realized what time it is! I suppose this is what comes of being a procrastinator. I really, really, really don't want to go to work tomorrow. I WOULD quit, but I need the mulah. Oh well, I suppose I had better get to bed before it gets much later.

Someone asked me why I don't write anything intelligent. Hello? Artistic Nonsense? TRY to put two and two together. You're smart. You'll figure it out.

Have any of the rest of you ever felt as though your life isn't getting anywhere? I suppose I should think on Father's last homily, but....... even so, I find it hard to live day to day with no clear understanding of what lay before me.

Does not wanting to cleanall the time make me a lazy person? I don't mind it every once in a while, but I find it hard to do every day, for at least an hour, with no hope of it ever getting finished. Ahh the trials of being me. I suppose it isn't that bad. I'll go to college SOMETIME, and finally be able to start dancing, acting, singing, drawing writing, and exercising as part of SCHOOL. As in, doing it because it is what I'm supposed to be doing, instead of just because it is what I WANT to be doing. I can't wait. My only jobs will be doing things that I LOVE to do.
I LOVE the fine arts. I LOVE college. I hope I get to go there soon.
I do NOT like real school, I do NOT like pre-reqs, and I do NOT like tuition fees(they're the worst).

Life is full of difficulties, with the occasional perk thrown in.

Beer Joke

2005-11-08T20:35:00.000-08:00

Dan sent thins to me, and I thought it deserved to be published on a blog. And since no one ever visits MY blog, I decided to post this on both mine AND GinNs.

Here it is. It IS funny I promise.

Subject: "REAL SUDS"

At a world brewing convention in the States, the CEOs of various brewing organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.

Bruce, CEO of Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strylya, we make the best bladdy beer in the world, so pour me a bladdy Fosters, mate."

Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next: "In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, gimme a Bud."

Hans steps up next: "In Germany ve invented das beer, ferdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist der real King of beers, danke."

Paddy, CEO of Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, would ya give me a diet coke with ice and lemon. Tanks."

The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Bruce asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?" Paddy replies "Well, if you ------ pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I!"

This joke has been modified from it's origional format due to inappropriate language.

IrishBrats

2005-11-08T18:12:00.000-08:00

IrishBrats

Hello (hello hello)
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me!
Can you tell me where it hurts...?

A new story altogether

2005-11-05T10:05:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone! Or more correctly hello Christa. After all it seems as if you are the only one besides myself who visits my blog lately. I am going to start a new story. I figured that Sprong was getting boring(there's only so much interest one can have in a bald frog) so I thought I'd change the pace.

The Tinker's Daughter

Episode 1: Sir Kael

Being a knight is not all it is reputed to be. It isn't all honor and glory. In fact, there is a very little of that to be had. Unfortunately for Sir Kael, he was finding that out the hard way.

"Dog's fur and rabbit ears!" he fumed, "How the duece am I supposed to be worthy of the King when there are no daring deeds to be done, no adventure to be found! I am a great swordsman, but I have not been able to prove my skill."

His squire Nolen just looked at him blankly as Sir Kael continued his tirade.

"I cannot go back to court until I have done a great deed, but there are none to be found. Nolen, what is your opinion on the matter?"

"Well Sir, as you know I am not overly eager to come upon any "adventures", as you call them. I am perfectly content to roam the countryside in peace. Actually, I find it quite to my liking."

Sir Kael looked at him in disbelief.

"You cannot be serious. All this time I thought you yearned for adventure as much as I do. I really cannot understand you Nolen. You are half again my age, and yet you have no ambition."

Nolen sighed, and took a moment to fram his word before answering.

"Sir, I am not nor do I wish to be a knight. I am a simple carpenter, I only came along with you as your squire because your father wished it. As for my age, you forget that I am only four years your senior, and since I already have a profession, I see no need for glory."

Sir Kael being a kind though foolish man, decided not to point out that being a knight was much better, and much more glorious than being a carpenter. So the pair continued in silence until they reached the next town.

"Nolen, run ahead and find a decent inn. I am going to have a look around the town. And Nolen, make certain that they have good Ale."

Nolen nodded to Sir Kael and left. Sir Kael watched him go for a minute wondering why his father hadn't gotten him a more eager squire, then looked around to see if there was anything of interest in the town.

He didn't have far to go before he found something very interesting to him indeed. About three yards away, he saw a young women selling ribbons, cloth, jewelry, and other odds and ends.

Read the next episode of "The Tinkers Daughter": Enyanthe

Sprong Meets a HedgeHog

2005-11-04T21:26:00.000-08:00

Last time on "Sprong"......
Sprong kept hopping merrily along thinking happily about his wig, and imagining all the wonderful things the other frogs would say about his new wig. Instead of cheers, everyone laughed at him, and told him he was better off bald. So it was with the greatest sorrow that Sprong left his pond afraid that he would never again see his beloved home.

I invented this fuzz. I call it my wig."
" Well, I like it. Pleased to meet you. My name is Spongy."...................

Sprong Meets a HedgeHog

"A pleasure I'm sure. Would you like me to show you where I got all my fuzz?"
"Oh, yes." Spongy replied. "If you would please."
So Sprong took Spongy to get himself some fuzz. Then Spongy invited Sprong back to his puddle for supper.
"This in a nice puddle you have here." Sprong said cheerfully. "Did you inherit it from you're father?"
Spongy looked down, suddenly sad. "No. I got separated from my family when I was just a tadpole. Actually, a kind old toad gave it to me after I helped him sink his wife."
Sprong was concerned, and felt badly for him.
Spongy continued. "The old toad then went to live with his daughter and grandtads. He said I could have this puddle since it reminded him too mich of his dear Gorda."
"I see.." Sprong replied. He then asked, "Do you have any idea what happened to your family?"
"Not really." Spongy said forlornly, "I got caught in a mist, and when it cleared, I couldn't find them."
"Really?" Sprong felt as if he had heard this story before. "Say, you're family wouldn't have happened to be bald too would they?"
"My mother wasn't, but my father was. He always said that I inherited the best thing about him. I'm not really sure what he meant, unless he really LIKED being bald."
Sprong swallowed hard.
"What was your mother's name?" He asked.
"Paddy. Wh..."
But Spongy didn't get to finish what he was saying. Sprong had jumped on him, and was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"I FOUND YOU! I FOUND YOU! I HAVE A BROTHER! I'M NOT ALONE ANYMORE!"

The day after the Two brothers' reunion, Sprong and Spongy decided that they had some brotherly bonding to catch up with. So they went bugging.
Now, you may wonder what bugging is, the term not being in common use. It is, in fact a rather popular activity that frogs engage in, which involves cathing as many different types of bugs as possible, and then comparing the number of different catches to the number of catches the other frogs got.
While out bugging, Sprong asked Spongy if he would like to pause their game for a while in order for him to get a little rest. Bugging is very tiring you see. Spongy said that he perfectly understood, and was attracted to the idea himself. So Sprong went out to find a nice damp spot to rest in.
As he was hopping he heard a quiet call from the bushes.
"Hey you, little frog, come here. Little bald frog, come over here I've got to tell you something."
Wary, but curious, Sprong made his way to where he suspected the voice to be coming from. When he reached the bushes he saw a big old hedgehog squinting at him.
"Did you want something?" Sprong asked confused.
"Yes." The hedgehog replied. "I wanted to tell you that you're a very odd frog."
"Is that all?" Sprong asked more confused than ever at the hedgehogs strange behavior.
"No, no, no. Of course not." The hedgehog answered amused. "I also wanted to tell you that you have a very special quality. Not many frogs are bald, but those that are have been blessed."
Now Sprong was absolutely convinced that the hedgehog was crazy. But because he didn't want to be rude, and because of the hedgehogs size, Sprong decided to humor him.
"Well, thank you very much Mr. Hedgehog. I really haven't seen how my baldness is a blessing, but perhaps I just haven't appreciated it like I should." Sprong said as seriously as he could.
"Eh? What's that? You never found your baldness to be a blessing? Why I've known a frog who would have been dead many a time over if not for his baldness! And you don't appreciate it. Kids these days. They never appreciate anything"
And with that the hedgehog trudged off. Leaving Sprong bewildered, confused, and wondering what frog the hedgehog had been talking about.....

Sorry guys. I know the story was supposed to be titled "Sprong meets a hedgehog and get's a girlfriend", but I JUST couldn't get it all in one issue. I've stayed up late enough as it is.

Here's something weird......

2005-11-02T09:25:00.000-08:00

I just posted the next episode of "Sprong" and it got put into the archives. I guess it's because I had posted it, unfinished and by accident, a while ago. So, anyway, if you want to read the next issue of "Sprong" go to archives.

Something interesting

2005-11-01T20:35:00.000-08:00

O ye merry people, so young and so free
You all enjoy life to it's full
You go blissfully on for you cannot see
The way life will take it's toll

But keep on good fellows
Enjoy while you may
Don't stop loving life
But sometime today

When your feeling bored
Take a little time off
To thank our dear Lord
Who gave his away

I thank You dear God for all You've given me,
I thank You for myself and for my family,
But most of all God, what I thank you for,
Is the life that You gave, how can I ask for more.

The rhymes are a bit strange, but I am to tired and to lazy to come up with something better.
Happy All Saints.

Past due

2005-11-01T20:25:00.000-08:00

Alright everyone, I figure that I have gone long enough without posting anything so I decided to give you all a bit of something to read. (Not that you don't have enough to read what with Ginny and Tracy's blogs)

So what am I going to write about? Well, I'll tell you. No. nevermind I've decided not to write about what I was going to write about.

To tell the truth, my life has been slightly boring lately. I really have just been stuck in routine. I haven't written, drawn, or composed anything interesting lately...... Which is, I suppose, the reason for my extended silence in the blogger department. I've been busy doing boring things.

Really, the only new thing that might happen is................... I may be able to go to Benedictine college in the spring. I certainly hope so. Heaven knows I've been idle long enough. I'm certainly beginning to feel a bit restless. I just hope that I'll be able to go soon, even if it's not this spring. So, you know, if you'd keep me in your prayers I'd appreciate it.

Sorry that I didn't have anything interesting to say. Better luck next time eh?

In Honor of Christa

2005-10-28T19:56:00.000-07:00

HI!

LATER!

This one's for you Tracy

2005-10-24T19:09:00.000-07:00

Alright Tracy, so you think my blog is boring? Well I told you I was going to be normal and boring for a change... And you didn't believe me.. What a shame. Try to understand my meaning next time.

So you don't want me to be boring? Alright I won't!

I went to the doctors today to have them check my throat. I've had a sore throat for a while now, and they offered to see me for free. So anyway, the lady told me to be there by 5:30 because the doctor would be done with his last patient about then, and she thought that he might leave soon after if I wasn't there on time... I had work from 2:30-5:00 that day, a 21/2 hour break, and then another student at 7:30. So I figure it shouldn't be too bad. I'd have to rush to get there, but I'd definitely be there for my last student... Not so. What ended up happening is as follows.
I went to work as normal; cut my 4:30 student's lesson a bit short; hurry through rush hour traffic; take the wrong entrance; find the right entrance; find a parking spot; take a flight of stairs up; descover that I'm supposed to be on the previous floor; go back down; find the entrace to the building; look for the right suite(I figure they go by floors, 200 for 2nd, 400 for 4th, etc); can't find it; go up a floor; descover that I'd been on the right floor the first time; go down a floor; finally find the right suite; ask the person at the desk if the doctor is still in; the woman tells me he is, and that she'd tell him I was there; by this time it was 5:40(I made pretty good time); I wait for an hour; call the studio and let them know that I might need a sub; wait another 1/2 an hour; am finally let into the back area; the doctor comes out, and is surprised to see me "I didn't know you were here"; I was VERY irritated; then I wait another min until I am shown into the office; I am in and out of the office; arrive home at 8:30; and that was my day. Thanks for lis... reading.

A new post

2005-10-21T20:26:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone. I decided to put up a new post even though I have nothing to say. I realized after reading T.'s new post that I don't really need to say anything important. All I have to do is post! So... Goooooo NOW, no NOW!

I'm just as strange as Christa, so why does SHE get all the attention?..... Maybe it's because she puts up a thousand comments for each post. If that is what everyone desires I shall do my best.

Nevermind. I've decided that being strange isn't F.W. I shall henceforth try to be normal. Yessiree you shall no longer hear me say, or read anything I've written that is srange, unusual, or flat out kooky. I shall be the perfect example of a average boring person.

I'm eager to try out my new found un-uniqueness.

And so I leave you.

I know, I know.....

2005-10-19T18:39:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know.. I said that I hated the word verification, and now I am being hypocrytical and making everyone use it. I know. Hear me out. I figured out that the reason no one could hyper-link from my profile to my blog is that I selected the -do not show blogs on blog site- option. And since I couldn't have both a no W.V. and the hyper-link to my blog, I decided to give in... and...... USE THE STINKING WORD VERIFICATION!!!!!!!!!!

I hate myself for a hypocrite.

So, I finally got it to work. And....

2005-10-19T08:07:00.000-07:00

Well, There is the picture I wanted to post in the first place. I really don't have many pictures of myself, and none that are good.......... You know, people seem to think that telling someone that a picture of that person, which that person think looks awful, is a good picture of them is a compliment. (That was a hard thing to communicate. I'm sure I could have written it better, but you'll just have to try to decipher it.)
It is most certainly NOT acompliment. They think it's a bad picture of them! Telling them it's good is like telling them their ugly.
Take the mother of a certain family. She told one of her daughters, after said daughter lamented over the camera adding 15lbs, that actually it looked like the camera had taken OFF 15lbs! I mean, how much closer can you get to telling a person they look fat?! Not much.
Anyway I have strayed from my origional intent, which was... is...... Oh, drat, now I've forgotten.... I'm sure it'll come to me later. Uh, I love Ireland. I have to go clean now. Goodbye!

Oh yeah, I'm going to be reposting all of my old posts. Just ignore them. They'll take up a lot of room, but in the words of GinNs.."They'll get put into archives eventually" See Ya! :)

2005-10-18T16:41:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody1 It's me again! just thought I'd say hi! Hey shell, you said you were going to post that one thing about sprongs girlfreind! Why didn't you? you don't have to delete your posts you know. They go to the archives after a bit! So if anyone wants to read them they can. So...stop deleting them okay? gosh! Anyway i an going to visit my blog now i am gettin ready to post agin....hehehe

Attention

2005-10-17T08:24:00.000-07:00

Yes, well. I decided to change my background. I thought I MIGHT get some much needed, much deserved attention if I did. Tracy got a lot of attention because of hers. But then, Tracy ALWAYS gets a lot of attention. I suppose it's because of her F.W. ways........*sigh* I wish I were more F.W., but I don't suppose that I shall ever be. ~wipes away tear~ *sniff* -looks down forlornly-...... But since I never will be, you all should have pity on me, and humor me by commenting on any one of my posts.

:) Shelley the forgotten. (Good Grief, I'm starting to sound like Ginny)

Short and sweet

2005-10-17T08:16:00.000-07:00

Hi. Just wanted to write a short post.
You know, the kind Tracy hates.
This Post is short.
I am sweet. (And don't any of you DAAAARE dispute it. Or ELSE!!!!)
I am short. (I am.... sort of.)
I'm chewing gum..... that's sweet.
I... Uh.... Tgis post has gotten out of hand..
I'm outta here.... *Click*

PS. I thrive on weirdness. Couldn't you tell from my first million posts?

I'm all alone

2005-10-15T10:11:00.000-07:00

Well, hello all. I'm just sitting at home on a Saturday morning...Allllll Alooooone. Why? Because my "loving" family didn't see fit to tell me where they were going today. And where WERE they going? To a baptism. So guess what? I got dressed up, and ready to meet them there(I called my dear sweet mother who LOVES me, and she told me where they were) and then tried to call my brother.(who didn't remember to turn his phone back on after the baptism) Well, that left me with nothing to do so I sat down to mess around on the computer.... Then my employer called. She want's me to go help out with a car wash. So, not only do I not get to hang out with my siblings, I have to go WORK. On a SATURDAY. Thanks guys. I love you too. Well, I have to leave now. Gotta go warsh cors. :-/

Well, this is cool...

2005-10-13T22:28:00.000-07:00

Now I have *three* blogs I can post on.

Awesome.

Who would've thought a blog could be so much fun?

Hi Shelley!! Thanks for inviting me to your blog!

: D

Well it's me

2005-10-13T17:51:00.000-07:00

Well it's me the artist with no sense! Ha hah hah! Fools now i have you all on TWO blogs! MWAAHAHAHA!!!!! TTTHHHBBBTTTHHH!!!

Jenny and the Padre

2005-10-12T10:27:00.000-07:00

There once was a girl named Jenny,
She had a big brother named Denny,
She was a very big brat,
He'd never been fat,
(However, it's not important)

Jenny had a thing called a blog,
Her sis, wrote the story of a frog,
and then one sad day,
It was goodbye to Padre,
(He packed up his bloggs and he went)

This left little Jenny quite sad,
She knew this would make her blog bad,
She wrote her farewell,
then cried for a spell
Until all her tears were quite spent.

This blog by Jenny
Had been named you see
(Named for the Padre)
He shouldn't have left "ay"
In his wake he has left a dent.

I know it needs polishing, but I figure that I may as well publish it as not.

Another little rhyme

2005-10-11T19:51:00.000-07:00

Okay so... you want me to write another one. One about a specific person? Alright let's see what I can come up with....

Once upon a time,
Shelley made a ryme,
And all her bloggers thought that it was great.

"Well, that is nice" she thought,
but it put her on the spot,
She realized her mistake a bit too late.

Boy should she have known,
That all of those at home,
Would ask her to make rhymes at quite a rate.

Do more, write more, they said,
So much it hurt her head,
She should have known that this'd be her fate.

To try to make a rhyme,
Well.... it takes a bit of time,
And they don't always come out quite so great.

She tried it anyway,
And it turned out okay,
But if you want more it'll simply have to wait.

There you go. If you hadn't guessed, this one was about me. :) That's just what came out.

PS. If you can't tell by reading this, I have "a slight headache" right now. Oh well... We all get them.

Well....

2005-10-10T21:15:00.000-07:00

Well..... As you can see, I got rid of quite a few of my previous posts. They were taking up too much room. Oh, and I finally decided to make a short post that wouldn't intimidate people.
:P

Spongy.

2005-10-10T19:51:00.000-07:00

If you may recall, we left Sprong hopping away to show his pond-fellows his new "do". Which, for those of you who may be wondering, was a rainbow of colors.

Spongy
Sprong kept hopping merrily along thinking happily about his wig, and imagining all the wonderful things the other frogs would say about his new wig.
"Sprong dear fellow, good to see you!" He said in his best mayor-frog voice.
"Oh, Sprong! How fuzzy and pretty you look!" He said in a not-so-good Cordelia-frog voice.
He was about to say something in his Frig-the-know-it-all voice when someone shouted at him to get out of the way.
Of course as frogs will do when someone tells them to get out of the way, Sprong hopped every which way, and never really went anywhere. He was hopping about frantically when he was hit very hard in the side. So hard, in fact, that he flew several inches before hitting the soft dirt.
"Why didn't ya move when I told ya to!?" Demanded a gruff, cracky voice. "Ya might a been squished!"
"I thank you of course for saving my life", Sprong began somewhat disoriented, "but you just said to to move. You didn't say where to."
"Sure I told you to move! And when you're in the middle of the human road, that generally means to move off the human road!" The animal who had saved his life was not particularly happy with Sprong, and had a grumpy disposition besides.
Sprong cleared his head enough to think. Blinked a few times, and turned to examine his rescuer.
It was a turtle.
"Well, um... I don't mean to sound rude..." Sprong said hesitantly, "but.. You're a turtle."
"Well. I'm Soooo glad you pointed that out. I'd a had Noooo idea if you hadn't pointed that out. What in the name of The Great Sea Turtle are ya doin' here?"
"Well, I was just on my way home, and I.... well, I.." Sprong didn't get to finish.
"Ya weren't payin' attention! That's the problem with you hatchlings these days, yer ALWAYS day dreamin' an NEVER pay attention to what yer doin'!" Mr. Turtle you see, had children of his own. Thirteen to be exact. And as fathers will do, he treated every young animal the way he would treat his own hatchlings.
"Next time be more careful. There won't always be someone around to save your skin."
And with that Mr. Turtle turned, slowly, and went off across the field.
Sprong just stared after him, wondering how in the Pond that old turtle had moved quickly enough to save him.

A little shaken after his ordeal, it was with a slightly heavier heart thet Sprong continued his journey back to the pond. His spirits could not stay low for long. Soon he was hopping about as merrily as ever, unable to control his delight about his new wig. He eventually started to sing. Or tried to sing, as the case may be. I can tell you it was not pleasant to listen to. But Sprong didn't care he just kept singing....

Oh, I skip and I hop to my heart's delight,
I've got a new wig, croak, ribbit, croak croak,
The Pond will all love me, they'll think I'm alright,
I've got a new wig, croak, ribbit, croak croak.

The verses went on and on, verse after verse, until Sprong came at last to his pond.
However, as you may have guessed, Sprong had been wrong about how his fellow pondodians would greet him. Instead of cheers, everyone laughed at him, and told him he was better off bald. Even the mayor-frog, who was supposed to be an example of temperence and virtue, turned his back on Sprong. So it was with the greatest sorrow that Sprong left his pond afraid that he would never again see his beloved home.

The next day Sprong was startled awake by the sound of an astonished croak.
"Ribbit! What are you?" The startled frog asked.
"Hello. Sorry to startle you, but I'm just a frog. An ugly frog who wishes he were beautiful." Sprong answered dejectedly.
"Oh... Well, I don't think you're ugly said the frog.
And for the first time Sprong noticed that the frog looked.... different.
"Why, you don't have fuzz!" Sprong said amazed.
"Yes. I know." Said the other frog resigned. "But I wish I had some. And what I wouldn't give to have fuzz like yours."
"But it's not mine." Sprong said, excitement welling.
And with that he took off his marvolous wig.
"Oh my!" Exclaimed the other frog. " You are bald too."
"Yes. Pleased to meet you. My name is Sprong." Sprong announced, proud for the first time about introducing himself. " I invented that fuzz. I call it my wig."
" Well, I like it. Pleased to meet you. My name is Spongy."

Read the next issue of Sprong
"Sprong Meets a HedgeHog, and Gets a Girlfriend"

A REAL limmerick

2005-10-06T21:34:00.000-07:00

I've been reading all you say,
(fine have it your way)
I'll write a little limmerick just for you.

You want to hear a rhyme?
Well then, you are just in time,
Today I don't have all that much to do.

I'll admit it's rather small.
A few words all in all.
It's really not the best that I can do.

But, Oh dear! I forgot,
(I do that quite a lot)
I have to pack before the day is through.

We're going to see my bro.,
The one who is.... you know,
Let's just say he has a lot to do.

In fact he is so busy,
He's put in quite a tizzy,
And never has the time for me or you.

But We all understand,
He is in high demand,
The duties of a "sem" are never through.

Well, this has been quite fun,
I'll write another one,
but the buzzer just went off, and that's my cue. ;)

Tootles,
Clanky

The Wig

2005-10-06T20:11:00.000-07:00

Well, It seems that everyone enjoyed my little story about Sprong so I will write more. You can stop the insanity at any time by asking........ or closing you eyes. Okay, so..... the next episode of Sprong.

Sprong Gets a Wig

If you can recall, we left poor Sprong hopping away unhappily, after just having descovered that he is bald, and wondering why no one had told him before. Being as intent on his thoughts as he was, and seeing as how a frog cannot think and hop at the same time, it is understandable that Sprong soon hopped right into a wall.
"OOfff!" He grunted uncomfortably. "This would have to happen to me. I'm always unlucky like that."
"Unlucky like what?"
Sprong was startled.
"Who said that?"
"Me, I did."
Sprong looked up.
"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there.. What are you?"
Sprong had never seen anything like him.
"I", the animal said, "am a lizard. Haven't you ever seen a lizard before?"
"No." Sprong replied, "You look like a snake with legs to me."
"Oh, really?" The lizard replied irritated, "Well you look odd yourself. Who ever heard of a bald frog?"
Sprong was hurt by this, but he had a sudden idea.
"Hey... You were a snake, and you got legs. Maybe I can get fuzz!"
"I am not, was not, do not want to be a snake!" replied the lizard. "But I think you may be on to something. I know of a place where you might be able to get some fuzz. I don't know how you'll get it to stick to your slippery body though."
"Well, where can I get some?" Sprong asked getting excited, " How do I get there?"
After giving Sprong directions, if somewhat roundabout, the lizard resumed his sunbath, and Sprong hopped excitedly in the direction of the fuzz.

He had been hopping for quite some time, when he came to the spot the lizard was talking about. It was magnificent. He had never seen so much fuzz in all his life. And in all sorts of colors too.
(For those of you who may be wondering, this particular fuzz had come from plants, much like dandelions, which happened to be seeding.)
Sprong Sat and looked at the stuff, wondering how on earth he was to get it to stick to him. He absentmindedly flicked out his toungue to catch a fly, and caught a whole bunch of fluff in his mouth instead. Then when he could not get the stuff out of his mouth he realized what he needed to do. He found it rather disgusting at first, but the stickiness of his saliva did the trick.
When he was completely covered in fuzz he looked at himself in a puddle nearby, and admired all the colors.
"I am so good looking." He said to himself. "In fact, I look even better that the other frogs."
And with that he hopped of to go show everyone at his pond.

Read the next issue of "Sprong":
"Sprong Meets His Long Lost Bother Spongy"

Oh, my gosh Justin

2005-10-06T19:51:00.000-07:00

Justin!!! I can't believe you!
Where did you get that picture
of me anyway?! You are sooo
mean!.... You know what? I am
going to keep it. I may look like
I have a black eye, but it
obviously is how you think of
me. I must say, it DOES rather
suit me. Queen. Evil. Theatric.
Dramatic..... Yes, I really
believe you chose accurately,
now that I think about it. ;)

A poem

2005-10-04T20:09:00.000-07:00

Okay, Tracy put a lot of poems on her site so I decided to make one up myself. Although it'll probably be more of a limmerick. Let's see what I come up with........

In the state of Oklahoma lives a family
Whithin this family lives a spirit
Whithin this spirit is love
Whithin this love is God

And God is Love
And Love is a Spirit
That spirit lives in a family
That family lives in Oklahoma

Okay, that wasn't exactly anything, but it was what came to me.
Cheerio.

A little story

2005-10-04T19:45:00.000-07:00

Okay everyone, I am going to tell a little story.(It was the question thingy that came up in my blog magigger) I know that this will seem weird, but I am who I am. Well, here goes nothin.........

Once upon a time, in a land not too far away, lived a little frog. His name was Sprong. Unlike all the other frogs, Sprong was bald.....
You didn't know that frogs used to have fuzz? Well then, you need to hear the story of Sprong..........

Sprong was hopping along one day when he came upon one of the frogs from his pond.
"Oh, it's you.." Said the other frog. Who's name, by the way, was Troid.
"Hello." Said Sprong. "Would you like to help me catch flies?"
"Maybe some other time." Troid replied in a I would never want to do anything with you voice.
Sprong didn't even notice, he was used to the way the other frogs treated him. So he kept on hoppping.
After he had gone a ways, he met another frog. He had never seen this frog before, but being a very polite frog, he greeted her.
"Nice day isn't it?" He asked cheerfully.
The other frog just stared at him.
Sprong thought her very rude, but decided to try again.
"It is a good day for catching flies." He said, trying to stay cheerfull.
The other frog still did not answer him, and he became angry.
"Listen", he said in an I've been patient, but now your getting on my nerves voice, "I don't know who you are, but if you don't want to talk to me, I wish you'ld just say so instead of staring at me."
The other frog looked startled and finally said, "I'm sorry, it's just that I've never seen a frog without fuzz before."
Now it was Sprong's turn to be startled.
"What do you mean? I'm just like all the other frogs."
"No" she replied, "all other frogs have fuzz, but you don't."
Sprong looked down at himself. At least, he tried. But all he could see were his feet, which everyone knew weren't supposed to be fuzzy.
"Am I really bald?" He asked the strange frog. " why has no one ever told me before?"
"Perhaps they thought you knew." She replied. "I did."
Sprong did not answer her. After looking at him for a little while longer, she hopped off.

To Be continued............
Read the next issue of Sprong. "Sprong Buys a Wig"

I just thought we should have a blog site with a blue background...

2005-10-04T18:54:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone! I know it may seem like I am copying, but really I'm not. I just thought we needed a blue blog. Oh yeah, I almost forgot the OTHER reason I decided to make a blog. That reason is....... That the others just aren't weird enough.

Okay, okay. So I'm sitting at home bored to death because Andrea, once again, has taken a movie I was planning on watching this evening. Granted it was her movie, but even so! I could sit here and vent for hours, but I won't. Actually, I'm pretty certain that no one will even have read thus far...... I'll add more on other blogs. As it is, I'd just like to see if I can even get this one to work.