The Prolific blog award goes to bloggers who blogs consistently. Once you get it you have to give it to 7 other people.
I award: uh...oh man. I'm going completely blank. Okay, if you blog at least once a week regularly, go ahead and take this!
The Beyond Your Imagination Award
1. List 8 stories or books that you would like to live in (for two weeks?)
1. Lord of the Rings (duh!)
2. And Then There Were None, although I'd probably be dead. =)
3. The Chronicles of Narnia
4. Healing, the working title for my book.
5. My NaNoWriMo book.
6. Peter Pan in Scarlet
7. The Hunter Brown Series (I think that's what it's called)
8. Star Wars
2. List 8 other bloggers who deserve this award
Uh..well, I've already done this tag at least once, maybe twice, so whoever wants can take it!
3. Comment on their blog and tell them that they've been awarded
You normal people can follow that one...
3. Comment on their blog and tell them that they've been awarded
You normal people can follow that one...
I cut my finger pretty badly while washing windows. Interesting story there. I was scrubbing really fast, and I jammed my finger into a very hard, sharp part of the window. Hard to do. Very hard. But for an accomplished klutz, it was a piece of cake! Reminds me of how I ripped the top of my toe off while playing street soccer on hot asphalt...ouchie. I still can't feel the very top of my big toe.
Anyway, my finger looks like it's been through a gory battle, and my head agrees. I've had a raging headache all this week. I was mystified as to the cause, and then I realized I forgot to take my weekly vitamin D pill. Problem solved!
Can't believe it's July. Sniff. Farewell, sweet June! 6 months till January 1, 2011! Where does the time go? Ladies and gents, we'll never have a July 1, 2010 again. Ever again. Don't waste it.
I just started something very interesting. In a notebook that I have, I'm writing letters to my daughter! Letters of encouragement, like how to get out of a faith rut, and the joys (ha ha) of siblings. Advice that, when I actually have my own daughter, I probably won't be able to get into words. Oh great. Now I bet I'll have all sons when I'm married! =) I wouldn't mind. Although I would like one daughter, so I can name her Colleen. Y'see, both Dad and I love that name, but Mom absolutely hates it. Coincidentally, Dad really wanted me to be named Colleen. Instead, I was named...well...never mind what I'm named...but it's definitely not Colleen!
Sigh. I'm rambling. But I'm also very bored, and in pain from my finger. Why I'm typing, I have no idea. I do have a funny story, though.
Erestor (my bro) is known for well, loving kicking around a soccer ball in the basement instead of doing his summer school work. And I'm known for getting things done very, very fast. Earlier this morning, I had looked in the paper and seen that the Netherlands and Brazil were playing soccer.
So I, being the sister I am, finished all my chores and school at 9:30. Erestor, being the brother he is, played soccer until ten o'clock in the basement. Actually, he would have played longer, but I ran down the stairs, confiscated the ball, and told him that he was wasting time and that Netherlands and Brazil game was on and I wanted to watch it and I couldn't until...
Anyway. Erestor quickly did his Latin, math and chores, in mortal fear that he was missing an awesome soccer game. He finally emerged from the basement, to find me sitting on the couch reading Agatha Christie.
Turns out, soccer really wasn't on. I had assumed the paper meant today, when really they didn't say. It was actually tomorrow! Whoops! But guess what?
That made us finished with our work at 10:30! Ha ha. That was hilarious. Erestor sure was mad.
So, there's the whole shibang.
Goodbye! Galdor is intent on deleting this, so I'd better sign off.
Izori
Anyway, my finger looks like it's been through a gory battle, and my head agrees. I've had a raging headache all this week. I was mystified as to the cause, and then I realized I forgot to take my weekly vitamin D pill. Problem solved!
Can't believe it's July. Sniff. Farewell, sweet June! 6 months till January 1, 2011! Where does the time go? Ladies and gents, we'll never have a July 1, 2010 again. Ever again. Don't waste it.
I just started something very interesting. In a notebook that I have, I'm writing letters to my daughter! Letters of encouragement, like how to get out of a faith rut, and the joys (ha ha) of siblings. Advice that, when I actually have my own daughter, I probably won't be able to get into words. Oh great. Now I bet I'll have all sons when I'm married! =) I wouldn't mind. Although I would like one daughter, so I can name her Colleen. Y'see, both Dad and I love that name, but Mom absolutely hates it. Coincidentally, Dad really wanted me to be named Colleen. Instead, I was named...well...never mind what I'm named...but it's definitely not Colleen!
Sigh. I'm rambling. But I'm also very bored, and in pain from my finger. Why I'm typing, I have no idea. I do have a funny story, though.
Erestor (my bro) is known for well, loving kicking around a soccer ball in the basement instead of doing his summer school work. And I'm known for getting things done very, very fast. Earlier this morning, I had looked in the paper and seen that the Netherlands and Brazil were playing soccer.
So I, being the sister I am, finished all my chores and school at 9:30. Erestor, being the brother he is, played soccer until ten o'clock in the basement. Actually, he would have played longer, but I ran down the stairs, confiscated the ball, and told him that he was wasting time and that Netherlands and Brazil game was on and I wanted to watch it and I couldn't until...
Anyway. Erestor quickly did his Latin, math and chores, in mortal fear that he was missing an awesome soccer game. He finally emerged from the basement, to find me sitting on the couch reading Agatha Christie.
Turns out, soccer really wasn't on. I had assumed the paper meant today, when really they didn't say. It was actually tomorrow! Whoops! But guess what?
That made us finished with our work at 10:30! Ha ha. That was hilarious. Erestor sure was mad.
So, there's the whole shibang.
Goodbye! Galdor is intent on deleting this, so I'd better sign off.
Izori
