30 Day Blogging Challenge: Day 7

Day 7:

Five Things You Couldn't Possibly Live Without

This one's easy! It's just like making a list (which I love).

1. L. M. Montgomery books. Have I mentioned how much I love this lady? She's amazing. Her books and short stories inspire me so much. If she had become a seamstress or a factory worker instead of a writer, I don't know what I would do.

2. Boots. We all love our boots around here. Snow boots, rain boots/muck boots, cowboy boots, etc. They're good for work, bad weather, and fashion statements. Couldn't get around without 'em.

3. Hoodies. I have an unhealthy amount of love for these things. They're warm, and not cumbersome, and you can take them off if you get too hot. You can plug in your ear buds and pull up the hood and creep people out by standing in the shadows. And you can wear them for weeks without washing, as one of my friends says (not that I would, you know, do something gross like that :) )

4. Letters. Letters are magical. Why is the art of letter-writing dying? It's so sad. I have several pen
pals, and I write to my best friends even though they only live like three hills over. While you can't save text messages and emails, I'll have these letters to keep long after we've gone our separate ways.

5. Band. In the band room, I'm actually good at something. It's my special thing. I have a place. I have an excuse to play my flute, and no one can tell me they're sick of hearing "Carol of the Bells" because I'm playing in the band room, where I'm supposed to play. Also, I get to see all my best friends in one place and we catch up on things.

Bye! I'm going to go practice "Carol of the Bells" extra loud now. (he he he ....)

30 Day Blogging Challenge: Day 6

Day 6

A Moment You Wish You Could Relive

I honestly wish I could relive every day of my life up until the fourth grade. All of those times were beautiful. Those were the days of running wild with my friends when the teachers turned their backs, the Nature Club (don't ask), and building fairy houses with my cousin Isabelle. Those were the days when the biggest thing I had to worry about was math homework. Life was simple then. Oh, why do we have to grow up?

Every day, I pick a memory from a long time ago and replay it in my mind over and over all day, being sure to get every detail perfect. I then shelf it, and the next day pick another. In this way, I don't forget any of those precious memories.

I remember it was a cold morning, but those of us at the School were used to it. Two weeks ago, we had begged the teachers to start letting us go outside again.

"It's warm enough!" we said. We hated jackets. They hampered one's movements so. It was nearly impossible to play freeze tag in them, or squeeze down the curly slide. (I always marvel at the fact that one of us didn't get stuck in one of the playground tunnels. We were as big around as marshmallows in our heavy winter coats!) But we offered to wear them, just to get breath of fresh air. We were all sick of watching movies in Mrs. M's classroom. The teachers had relented to us going outside at last, and winter coats were donned as we filed out of the gymnasium. Of course, the coats were ditched five minutes later and lay in a pile by the school wall, much to the teachers' distress.

Tetherball was very popular. We would form two lines behind the two children playing. When one lost, the next person behind him would step up and challenge the winner. Usually this person would beat the former winner, and the person behind her would step up. We'd each get a turn before we had to go back inside.

Only there was this one boy, this big, tall, redheaded boy, who remained undefeated. No one in the line behind him ever got a chance. I remember I was standing nearby, watching him beat one of my friends. She was petite and shy, and she didn't stand a chance against the boy. He made fun of her, giving the ball a huge thwack! and sending it swirling around the pole. I saw him do it again, and again. He's having way too much fun with that, I remember thinking. One more wrap around the pole, and he would win again.

Just as he began his last blow, I stepped in front of the girl and took the ball for her. Jumping up, I punched it back around to the bully's side of the pole. It unwrapped once, twice, three times. I hit it again, and again, and the rope swung around the pole five times. He just stood there, shocked.

"You won, Rebecca! You beat Brandon!" I don't remember who exactly said it, but it felt good.

"Yeah, I guess I did," I was breathless. I was not used to standing up to people. For once, the shy, bookish girl had won a battle.

I remember Brandon's angry face.

"Hey, you can't do that, cheater! I dare you to do it again tomorrow. Bet you can't beat me then."

"You're on," I hissed.

And you know what? I won. And that was the end of his reign of tetherball terror.


 

30 Day Blogging Challenge: Day 3 and 4 and 5

Yes, I've been a bad girl. I missed a day! But I'm doing it now, and that's what counts, right? So here it is:

Day 3:

A Favorite Book

 

 

My favorite book? I am a writer, people-- you are just asking for it here! There's about a hundred titles I could list off the top of my head!

But I am going to spare you from that, and just say Emily Climbs by L. M. Montgomery.

Emily Climbs is the story of Emily Starr, an orphan, who is born with the natural inclination to write. But Emily's romantic writer's spirit often clashes with the strict traditions of her mother's family, the stiff, sensible Murray's. Emily is so much like me in some ways, it scared me a little when I read it. Emily's story is much like that of Anne's, only Emily is more serious about writing and her imagination is a little creepier. In fact, in some places, L. M. Montgomery has you wondering if it was Emily's fantasizing or Something Else that inspired the spooky coincidences.

You can read more about it by clicking that link above, because I'm going to be lazy and hurry to get day 4 and 5 done!

Day 4:

A Favorite Television Program

 

"Has anyone ever watched Good Luck Charlie?"

"Ooh, me! Me! I have!" (jumps up, waving arms frantically) "It's the best Disney show ever!"

Good Luck Charlie is awesome! It's like watching a reenactment of things that happen in my house daily. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if the writers of the Good Luck Charlie script have a camera on my house that they watch when they need inspiration for a new episode. There's a character whose personality matches each of the kids in my family:

Me= Teddy
Joshua= PJ
Levi= Gabe
Hannah= Charlie
Nathan= Toby

Good luck, Hannah! (ha!)

Day 5:

A Favorite Quote

 

 

"Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"

--L. M. Montgomery

 

Most truthful quote ever! When you mess up bad, and you wish that you'd been fatally wounded by an angry horse instead of having to suffer through that mortifying event, it's wonderful to know that there's always tomorrow to start fresh. Tomorrow is clean and pure and unwrinkled; there's the possibility that it could be the best day of your life. But you don't know that until you get through this moment right now, so that thought keeps you going. If I can just make it through this, if I can just make it to tomorrow, everything will be okay.

 

You do have to be careful with that, though-- appreciate today, and enjoy the little things. If you always live for what's going to happen tomorrow, you'll waste your whole life.

 

The only thing about this quote is the word "nice." "Nice" is a horrible descriptive word! It means something isn't horrible, but it isn't good, either. If you really want to insult a true writer, tell them their writing is "nice!" If it's not excellent, or at least good, then what's the point of your doing it anyway?! But I think the word is excusable here, as it helps get the point across to people who don't understand the folly of the word "nice."