Another day at the park.

Here are a couple pictures  from our day at the park on Wednesday. (which by the way the Janes and Paschals are always there on Wednesdays from 3:00 on, and the Harpers and Craftons are there occasionally too).

-Virginia

Oh, and by the way the pictures of Brook are when we covered her in flowers because she was dead (like Rue)

Things I really love right now. . .

Just wanted to share with you some things that I really love right now. . .

I love these colors! For some reason I usually tend to stay with cool colors, this is a perfect match!

This sewing machine is amazing!

I have wanted a goat since I was seven. Last year my parents convinced me to get a rabbit instead of a goat. And then magically we had 15 rabbits. . . .  we still have 4. If any wants a pet rabbit we would be happy to supply one (no joke). But I still want a goat.

Amazing trilogy. Its at the library. Read it.

Great book!

Ashley G. on etsy. Love her!

I got this book at a flea market a while back. Cutest book ever!

-Virginia

Doctor Who Puppet Pals

Most of you know about Harry Potter Puppet pals, so here is a Doctor Who version! Cracks me up every time :)

                                                                         -Virginia

Fleeing

 I posted this in our original blog, but I thought it was simpler to simply transfer it over here. So... here you go! ~~~~~~Fleeing      The grass is soft against my pale, bare feet. My hands are clenched: not in anger, but as a ward against the cold air. Though the spring is pleasant, its nights are still filled with a settled, silent chill that sends shivers creeping down my neck, into my arms, and across my back, wrapping around to engulf my lungs in a tingling but clamped embrace. I feel as though an invisible claw is squeezing me just enough for me to feel, and loathe, its presence.          My legs begin to move, swishing forward, chasing each other across the ankle-deep grass; a soft rhythm is forced upon the ground: a rhythm that even I, its creator, cannot hear. Each bounding step leaves a new mark upon the ground. There is a long stretch of footprints – places where the early-morning dew has been pulled from the smooth grass onto my small feet. I continue to run, I refuse to slow, or falter, or let weariness seep from my weak legs and aching chest into my brain. I have only one conscious thought: I must run.          The black sky is as vast as the field upon which my feet are so softly and rapidly pressed. The huge, white moon stares down at me stoically, indifferent to my plight. It is my burden. It is why I must run. The light by which I can see the mud that cakes my feet is the light that allows any creature, man or beast, to see my white dress, my pale face, and my dark hair that glints with every footfall.          The night has become colder: a blanket of chill wraps around me, whispers into me. I can hear nothing but my own uneven gasps and the Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump of my quickened blood sweeping through my ears in methodical rushes. As air is forced from my throbbing lungs, it freezes into crystals, which wash over my face and melt upon my brow, my nose, my flushed cheeks – making my whole face so numb it becomes a mask: unfeeling and unmoving.          I stumble and fall. My momentum pulls me forward into a tumbling roll until I slide to a stop. I cry out in shock. I can feel nothing! I heard my arm crack, saw it bend halfway up my forearm, yet I feel no pain. A wild dementia fills me. It chases away my hope like a wolf chases a rabbit: quickly, with scorn for the diminutive size of its prey.          Lying there, trembling against the crumpled grass, I let my shoulders sag, stop trying to push myself up with my feeble arm. Shadows lurk at the corners of my eyes; even the moon has dimmed to a blurry grey. I hear voices behind me. My original urgency rushes up my spine, the thoughts swirling through my head, drowning out all others. I must not stop. They’re after me, I must not stop. They’re after me, I must not stop. But another thought rises through my thickening brain. I cannot move! I had stopped. I lost the iron will that has grasped my body for so long, and do not have the focus to move arms and legs. I will be caught. I am no longer able to feel dread. My body performs an involuntary shudder, and my thoughts become a distorted cacophony of lights and sounds.

Easter Dilemma 

Hey!
If you're looking for something to do with your Easter eggs on Easter Sunday, I have just the thing.
Once you've finished hiding and finding your eggs, there are normally a few that have been cracked.  Take one of them and find a partner.  With your partner, throw the egg back and forth between the two of you the way you would in a water balloon toss.  Do this until the egg is completely demolished.  Keep doing so with your eggs until you've done so with all of the cracked eggs.  Once those are gone, you can do the same with the ones still intact.  These will last considerably longer, and you might want to step back a few paces so you don't stand there throwing the same egg for an incredibly long time.  Do so until you are bored, then you can merely throw the rest of the eggs out.  Warning: this game is extremely messy, especially when you get down to the yokes.  Be sure you are not wearing nice clothes and that it is okay with your parent/landlord that the yard has egg bits all over it.  To avoid tension, pick up as many pieces of egg as possible.  To save time in the end, pick up pieces of egg after each round.  
Have fun!

Janelle Monae

Happy Friday, Everyone!
 
I just wanted to share with  you one of my favorite music artist that is not from the 70's :)

She is a science fiction type singer and most of her songs are based off of the movie Metropolis.

Which is a fantastic (sci fi) silent film that was made in 1927.

Here is one of her songs.

Oh and I forgot to mention . . . Her voice is incredible!!

-Virginia