I wanna live like I know I'm dying.
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It's good to be home. We just got back maybe a half hour to an hour ago. Mostly unpacked. We had a really fun two weeks. Spent a relaxing weekend in Salida, relaxed at our mountain home, took a fun hike, jumped into a freezing cold pool, had a picnic, watched Mythbusters, had a sleepover with friends. Such a fun, relaxing vacation.
Emma, Ruth Anna and Ivy had the ultimate Percy Jackson fan party during our sleepover. Me, Cameo, Abby, Ella and Liam participated. It was really fun. They made blue cookies, listed things from A to Z from Percy Jackson and played Capture the Flag. Capture the Flag was the most fun part. We used our backyard in the Florissant house to play in. We even had a Zeus's Fist, Thalia's tree, and a creek. Thanks for the lots of fun. (Yes, I know that's not proper grammar:)
Today I surprised myself, which is pretty hard to do, if you think about it. Me and my family were hiking to a waterfall/swimming hole thing near Florissant. There were some people jumping off the rocks into the pool. It was maybe a 15-20 foot drop straight into the water. Ella dared me to get into the water and I replied that I'd jump from the rocks into the water. She actually got Mom and Dad to agree and so, I did. It took one and a half seconds to hit the water (I counted) and when I did, the water was so cold it numbed me instantly. It took me maybe 2 or 3 seconds (try counting it slowly, and it seems like longer) to come up and when I did, it was almost like the water had frozen my lungs for a second. It was completely exhilarating. Emma and Abby wanted to try it and I followed them up and did it again after they decided it was too high. It was really fun. Of course I had that whole 20 minute ride home in cold, wet clothes and that 20 minute wait to get food at Mountain Burger, but it was totally worth it. Post by Mike DeHerrera. Abby has now developed a deathly fear of sponges. Thanks a lot MythBusters for proving that a sponge is dirtier than a toilet. I placed my plate on the cutting board where the sponge was sitting and she told me to get my food away from the sponge. Washing the dishes, she refused to touch the sponge and washed the baking sheet and frying pan by smearing soap on with her hands. *Sigh*
An email just came in that said that Jacob W's cancer scan is showing no signs of leukemia in his bone marrow. Our prayers are working. They'll know with finality on Thurday or Friday. Keep praying that nothing will grow and that he's completely healed. Just a few weeks ago they thought he wasn't going to make it. Thank you, God!
Having a fun, relaxing birthday. I've been able to stay in bed and read, have pancakes and an egg scramble for breakfast, getting wonderful presents (In the pictures below), going to lunch at Russ's Place, watching the Hunger Games. Right now Abby and Mom are making stuffed sweet potatoes and a salad for dinner. We're planning on watching a movie and having chips and soda afterward. Thanks Dad, Mom, Emma, Abby, Ella and Liam for making it special. We had so much fun in Salida. We waded in the Arkansas River, skipped rocks, had picnics, played in the pool, shopped all over town. Thanks Mom and Dad for planning this fun vacation. We're now in the rental up in the mountains, having sandwiches, chips and pears and watching Little Women in the basement. Having a fun weekend vacation in Salida. I'll post more pictures later and explain what we're doing. I'm supposed to be getting my bathing suit on for the pool. I loved this description that I found in a country song called Mona Lisa by: Brad Paisley. He's talking about his wive/girlfriend/person, and saying that she's beautiful. Basically, he's saying that whenever they go somewhere, nobody notices him because they're all looking at her, and that's alright with him. Maybe it's just me being a writer, but I loved the simile. I feel like the frame who gets to hold the Mona Lisa and I don't care if that's all I ever do. Every storm runs out of rain My characters in The Dream, Aura, Chris and Adam, are insisting on being awkward. Maybe it's Aura's non-existent social skills getting in the way. But still. Why can't they have a smooth-flowing, natural conversation? Maybe it's just meant to be awkward. My mom thinks it's okay for it to be awkward. *Sigh*
My parents are awesome. I was completely stuck on my story. I was bored with it, there was no conflict, no goal, nothing and my parents started brainstorming with me. Even though my dad kept harping on the EMT thing, it actually worked with the story. Thanks Mom and Dad for helping me break down the writer's block:)
People don't seem to understand that I have absolutely no control over my story. I can't make my characters something they aren't. My dad has been helping me brainstorm for this story that I just can't seem to get right.
"I need conflict," I told him. "I know," he said. "You're guy could be a rock-climber and he falls and loses a foot. Conflict." "But Chris isn't a rock climber. He doesn't do things like that." "But he could be." "But he's not." "And," he continues. "The girl is training to be an EMT. And she's interning with the ambulance and when he falls she goes and helps him." "She's not an EMT." "But she should be." "But she's not." "But she should be." "I can't make my character something she's not." "Well, it's your story. You can make her whatever you want." Not really. She is what she is. Once that's established there's no changing it. Here's another example: "I really don't want him to die, because I'm kind of in love with him." I told my mom, after explaining what happened to this guy in my story. "Then why are you killing him?" She asked. "...Because that's how it happened." I can't change it, unfortunately. He dies. It's what happened. There's no reversing what's going to happen. I really have no control over it. What happens, happens. We Americans have very shallow problems if you put them in perspective. I don't have any nail polish that I like (even though I have 20 different bottles). I can't find my lipstick. I can't get my hair wet or it'll curl and then I'll have to straighten it. I have nothing to wear. There's nothing to eat (in my fully stocked refrigerator). Do I seriously have to do the dishes? You're expecting me to get up before noon?
Think of all those starving children in other countries who don't even know what nail polish or lipstick are, because who cares about looking nice when you're starving? Who couldn't care less what they wear or what their hair looks like. Who literally have nothing to eat and get up before the sun rises and hike miles to get bacteria infested water and work all day to get a couple of dollars that will barely feed them for that day. We really have it well off. I babysat all weekend. Whew! I am not ready to be a mother, let's just say that. On Saturday, they didn't take a nap, because Liam was insecure without Mom and Dad here. To add to that, they weren't listening to me at all. Thunder kept them up on Sunday afternoon, so no nap there. We went to church Saturday night, and I'm convinced Liam was going slightly insane from sleep deprivation, because he was getting his "loony eyes" and saying in a monotone voice, "Good afternoon. Are you a scientist? No. Good afternoon..." ect. He was actually quoting Up, where Russel was at Mr. Fredrickson's door saying, "Good afternoon. Are you in need of any assistance, sir?" Except he couldn't say that. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that he was doing that for ten minutes after church. When my parents came home Sunday evening, they had bought us gifts. They bought me two books. An old version of Andersen's Fairytales and Master of Middle-Earth, which is kind of going deeper into Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. Overall, I'm just not ready to be a mother. The thing with motherhood is that you get the kids one by one, while with babysitting you get all of them dumped on you at once. Motherhood is so all-consuming. I didn't have time to do anything until the kids went to bed. Not even nap-time worked. But, I loved my siblings, anyway. I went to an orthodontist appointment this afternoon. 1 month! That's all I have left. One more check up and then I'm getting them off on September 8th. Just saying, you've never known true pain until you've braces. Every time I go to that office they seem to put a bigger and bigger wire in the top. Last time it took two people to shove that dumb thing into the bracket. It hurt so badly. Or, they "figure 8" wires around my brackets and crank the teeth together when there are gaps.
One of my cousins--who has braces--claimed that she thought her orthodontist was a perfectionist, and I'm kind of convinced that mine is too. Seriously, my teeth have looked fine for months. Has anyone seen Learning Letters with Sesame Street? Because I'm convinced that my orthodontist looks like the Muppet that plays the "D is for Dentist," part. I couldn't find a picture, though, so I can't be positive, because I watched that movie like a year ago when Mom got it for Liam. And I love when I haven't been wearing my rubber bands at all and I go into the office and my orthodontist says, "Great job with your rubber bands! You don't need them anymore!" I don't wanna fight alone anymore Sometimes it's hard to just keep going Living close to the ground |
About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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