Dear Whoever…, #71

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Dear Whoever Cares Who Won The Scavenger Hunt,                                                   July 3rd, 2012

             I had the most wonderful time on vacation maybe even enough to post pictures from the trip later on, but that’s doubtful. I hope you had a most spectacular time while completing my scavenger hunt. If you didn’t, I’m sorry. If you didn’t even complete the hunt or try at all, well, then there’s just no excuse.

While I was on vacation, in Hawaii, I found a really cool pencil case with Little Red Riding Hood on it along with an awesome pen with a good quote on it. After a through search of the rest of the store turned up no other fairytale items, I went browsing in another shop where there were cool looking bookmarks, that were surfboard shaped wood makeup, and had a wood carved bead dangling from a string connected to one end of it. (I apologize for that horrible, long run-on for a sentence). Not only did it have those awesomesauce features but it had tikis cut out of the middle. (I apologize once more for the way I sound like I’m trying to sell you a used car but alas, I am not. Forgive the abundance of uneeded detail.) I bought one to give to the winner of the hunt along with the aforementioned pen, pencil case, and limited edition copy of Once Upon A Time. Ha! You thought you were just getting a book! Oh and don’t forget your handwritten letter by me, eshy.

Now that I (hopefully) got all you guys hyped up by adding to the prizes, the moment where you find out if it is, indeed, you, who has won all the glory. *drumroll: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t925JwYXhVA*. The winner is Taya S. King!!! Congratulations! You’ve(obviously) won! I’ll shoot you an email shortly, if I haven’t already, requesting shipping information.

Before I wrap up this post I’d like to thank all the bloggers who made this happen including:

Those people ^^^^ really do deserve a lot of the credit for devoting their time and posts, putting up with me and a ton of emails, to designing the book cover for Once Upon A Time. You should really be a dear and check out their blogs because not only are they awesome for helping me out but because they are some of the most funniest, talented, good natured, gifted, smart, gold hearted, strongest, strangest, thought provoking people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. And that makes them truly awesome.

In all seriousness, you know who else is awesome? John Wayne. You. Yes, you! *points* The person sitting in front of their screen who hopefully completed and entered in my scavenger hunt. I thank you(if you did). I hope you had fun and I hope you continue to read my blog or at least check out the other amazing bloggers that I’ve linked. Please continue to check on eshysletters and who knows, there might be another contest. It probably won’t be as fun or as epic as this one though, because this one is pretty hard to top and it took a TON of work, preparation, emails, Private Messages, near crying moments, and good ole’ wishin’ just to make it work. Don’t fret, I’ll do my best to try to make another awesome contest. It probably won’t be as cool as this one. And it definitely won’t be soon. But alas, stay tuned. Ha! Wow. I just rhymed unintentionally.

One last thing to bug you with(promise this is the last thing) before you carry on with your merry way.

Remember if you won to check your email and reply. Have a good day, everyone! And a good 4th of July! God bless!

-with much love, eshy,

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Dear Whoever…, #70

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Dear Whoever Has Been Anticipating my Fairytale Scavenger Hunt Contest,              June 21st, 2012

 It’s here! Finally! I know I got this idea like forever ago, about a year or longer ago. But alas, I pulled through. You didn’t expect me to? What? Fine.

A scavenger hunt is defined as a game in which individuals or teams try to locate and bring back miscellaneous items on a list.

This is an online scavenger hunt with the same idea with a few exceptions which are you’re doing this as individuals, and instead of items you’re bringing back words. Bold words. It starts here, on this very post, where you have to search for a bold word in my post, write it down, and go onto the next blog, where you’ll do the very same thing, till eventually you’ll be linked back here, but the difference between starting and finishing is that when you return here you should have all 6 bold words. After you have all 6 words you must copy and paste the The Wise Little Girl fairytale(see below) into an email unscramble the order of the words you’ve found, and plop the words(in the right order) into the story. Address it to eshydog2@gmail.com and make the subject “Once Upon A Time” and email it to me by July 2nd. If you have the words in the correct order, you’ll be entered to win a limited edition of all the original fairy tales we’ve rewritten for this competition along with all the rewritten versions and a handwritten letter by me, eshy and quite possibly a bookmark featuring our scavenger hunt photo like seen above but that’s still undecided.

So a recap of how to play:

  1. Find all 6 bold words in all the blog posts by going from blog to blog using the links provided at the bottom of every post.
  2. Copy and paste The Wise Little Girl into an email to eshydog2@gmail.com.
  3. Put “Once Upon A Time” in the subject field.
  4. Unscramble the words you’ve found and fill in the blanks in the fairytale with them.
  5. Send it to me.

Got it? Good? Awesome! Let’s go: here’s the first story.

Hansel & Gretel

Once upon a time a very poor clerk lived in a house in the bard part of New York City with his two children, Henry and Gretchen, along with his soon to be wife. His fiancée often ill-treated the children and was forever nagging the clerk.

“There is not enough money to provide for us all. There are too many mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats,” she declared. And she kept trying to persuade her fiancé to abandon his children in the forest north of where they lived. “Take them miles into the forest, so far that they can never find their way back! Maybe some hiker will find them and take them to a home.” The downcast clerk didn’t know what to do. Henry who, one evening, had overheard his parents’ conversation, comforted Gretchen.

“Don’t worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we’ll find our way home,” he said. And slipping out of the house, he ran across the yard to a neighboring home, knocked, and eventually a little old lady came to the door carrying her cat. He told her of his father’s plan. She promised to go and get them as soon as she saw them leave. Henry went back to bed reassured with a little bag full of buttons the old lady had given him safely tucked in his pocket.

All night long, the clerk’s fiancée harped on and on at the clerk till, at dawn, he led Henry and Gretchen away into the forest. But as they went into the depths of the trees, Henry dropped a button here and there on the darkened, uneven ground. At a time much later into the night, the two children found they really were alone ; the clerk had gathered enough courage to desert his children, had mumbled an excuse, or maybe an apology, and left them there alone. Night fell and as expected, the clerk did not return. Gretchen began to sob steadily. Henry too felt abandoned and scared, but he tried to hide his feelings and comfort his sister.

“Don’t cry, trust me! We still have each other. We’ll go home even if Dad doesn’t come back for us!” The moon was not quite full nor bright that night and Henry had a sinking feeling as he waited till it’s cold light filtered through the trees.

Meanwhile, the old lady that lived next to the clerk had called the police, and had their forces out searching for the button trail.

The kids tried to follow the buttons to the main road or at least to the edge of the forest where the trees weren’t as thick. The buttons, however, didn’t quite gleam in the moonlight like they had hoped. It was a very long, cold night before the police found the kids huddled against a tree together. They arrested the clerk and his fiancée immediately for child endangerment.

The next day, Henry and Gretchen spent their day at the old lady’s little house, eating the sweet goods she baked all too willingly for them. What Henry and Gretchen did not know was that while the old woman was kind and their hero, she was also their soon to be grandmother who hated only one person more than the two of them, she hated her daughter. That’s right, she hated her daughter with a passion so intense that she promised only to help the young boy because she wanted her daughter along with that scum of a man who planned on marrying her, to be imprisoned.

After a few days of living with and taking care of the two children, she soon grew tiresome of them and their questions that they constantly bombarded her with. The wicked grandmother kept Henry and Gretchen confined in a closet for the better part of the day. When she led them towards the door leading outside, the children exchanged uneasy glances with each other. As they walked through the old woman’s sitting room, both Gretchen and Henry nicked a handful of hard butterscotch candies from the crystal dish that they’d seen the previous day while playing with the elderly woman’s cat after supper.

It seemed highly impossible to Henry that their new guardian could and would commit the very same crime against them that she, herself, had saved them from only days before. Yet as he sat there thinking that, he was abandoned with his sister once more in the forest. He soon realized that unlike the last time, nobody knew they were lost, and therefore, nobody would be looking for the trail they had left.

After this revelation, they ate the last few spare candies they had  before deciding to attempt at following the candy trail. Another thing that both the children failed to take into account was that their trail was made of candy and they were in the forest, with forest animals. They soon found out that the critters of the dark woods had eaten up all their hope of finding their way out of the woods ever again.

A few weeks after their second abandonment, a group of hikers stumbled upon their bodies, dead and lifeless, laying peacefully at rest beside a small stream.

We learn a few things from Henry and Gretchen’s unfortunate story. The first being, people are never who they seem. The second being, don’t trust anybody, especially old women with cats. The third being, when leaving a trail to follow somewhere or for someone rescuing you to follow, particularly in a life or death situation, don’t leave one made of candy or anything that forest animals might find edible. Next time try something like strips of cloth. If you get a next time.

                                        THE END

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 HERE’S THE LINK TO THE NEXT BLOG IN THE HUNT: http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/

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The Wise Little Girl Entry Form:

Once upon a time in the immense Russian steppe, lay a little village where nearly all the inhabitants bred horses. It was the month of October, when a big livestock market was held yearly in the main town. Two brothers, one rich and the other one

_ _ _ _, set off for market. The rich man rode a stallion, and the poor brother a young mare.

At dusk, they stopped beside an empty hut and tethered their horses outside, before going to sleep themselves on two heaps of straw. Great was their surprise, when, next morning they saw three horses outside, instead of two. Well, to be exact the newcomer was not really a horse. It was a foal, to which the mare had given birth during the night. Soon it had the strength to struggle to its feet, and after a drink of its mother’s milk, the foal staggered its first few steps. The stallion greeted it with a cheerful whinny, and when the two brothers set eyes on it for the first time, the foal was standing beside the stallion.

“It belongs to me!” exclaimed Dimitri, the rich brother, the minute he saw it. “It’s my stallion’s foal.” Ivan, the poor brother, began to laugh.

“Whoever heard of a stallion having a foal? It was born to my mare!”

“No, that’s not true! It was standing close to the stallion, so it’s the stallion’s foal. And therefore it’s mine!” The brothers started to quarrel, then they decided to go to town and bring the matter before the judges. Still arguing, they headed for the big square where the courtroom stood. But what they didn’t know was that it was a special day, the day when, once a year, the Emperor himself administered the law. He himself received all who came seeking justice. The brothers were ushered into his presence, and they told him all about the dispute.

Of course, the Emperor knew perfectly well who was the owner of the foal. He was on the point of proclaiming in favor of the poor brother, when suddenly Ivan developed an unfortunate twitch in his eye. The Emperor was greatly annoyed by this familiarity by a humble peasant, and decided to punish Ivan for his disrespect. After listening to both sides of the story, he declared it was difficult, indeed impossible, to say exactly who was the foal’s rightful owner. And being in the mood for a spot of fun, and since he loved posing riddles and solving them as well, to the amusement of his counselors, he exclaimed.

“I can’t judge which of you should have the foal, so it will be awarded to whichever of you solves the following four riddles: what is the fastest thing in the world? What is the fattest? What’s the softest and what is the most precious? I command you to return to the palace in a week’s time with your answers!” Dimitri started to puzzle over the answers as soon as he left the courtroom. When he reached home, however, he realized he had nobody to help him.

“Well, I’ll just have to seek help, for if I can’t solve these riddles, I’ll lose the foal!” Then he remembered a woman, one of his neighbors, to whom he had once lent a silver ducat. That had been some time ago, and with the interest, the neighbor now owed him three ducats. And since she had a reputation for being quick-witted, but also very astute, he decided to ask her advice, in exchange for canceling part of her debt. But the woman was not slow to show how astute she really was, and promptly demanded that the whole debt be wiped out in exchange for the answers.

“The fastest thing in the world is my husband’s bay _ _ _ _ _,” she said. “Nothing can beat it! The fattest is our pig! Such a huge beast has never been seen! The softest is the quilt I made for the bed, using my own goose’s feathers. It’s the envy of all my friends. The most precious thing in the world is my three-month old nephew. There isn’t a more handsome child. I wouldn’t exchange him for all the gold on earth, and that makes him the most precious thing on earth!”

Dimitri was rather doubtful about the woman’s answers being correct. On the other hand, he had to take some kind of solution back to the Emperor. And he guessed, quite rightly, that if he didn’t, he would be punished.

In the meantime, Ivan, who was a widower, had gone back to the humble cottage where he lived with his small daughter. Only seven years old, the little girl was often left alone, and as a result, was thoughtful and very clever for her age. The poor man took the little girl into his confidence, for like his brother, he knew he would never be able to find the answers by himself. The child sat in silence for a moment, then firmly said.

“Tell the Emperor that the fastest thing in the world is the cold north wind in winter. The fattest is the soil in our fields whose

 _ _ _ _ _ give life to men and animals alike, the softest thing is a child’s caress and the most precious is honesty.”

The day came when the two brothers were to return before the Emperor. They were led into his presence. The Emperor was curious to hear what they had to say, but he roared with laughter at Dimitri’s foolish answers. However, when it was Ivan’s turn to speak, a frown spread over the Emperor’s face. The poor brother’s wise replies made him squirm, especially the last one, about honesty, the most precious thing of all. The Emperor knew perfectly well that he had been dishonest in his dealings with the poor brother, for he had denied him justice. But he could not bear to admit it in front of his own counselors, so he angrily demanded:

“Who gave you these answers?” Ivan told the Emperor that it was his small daughter. Still annoyed, the great man said.

“You shall be rewarded for having such a wise and clever daughter. You shall be awarded the foal that your brother claimed, together with a hundred silver ducats… But… but…” and the Emperor winked at his counselors.

“You will come before me in seven days’ time, bringing your daughter. And since she’s so clever, she must appear before me neither naked nor dressed, neither on foot nor on horseback, neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed. And if she does this, you will have your reward. If not, you’ll have your head chopped off for your impudence!”

The onlookers began to laugh, knowing that the poor man would never to able to fulfill the Emperor’s conditions. Ivan went home in despair, his _ _ _ _ brimming with tears. But when he had told his daughter what had happened, she calmly said.

“Tomorrow, go and catch a hare and a partridge. Both must be alive! You’ll have the foal and the hundred silver ducats! Leave it to me!” Ivan did as his daughter said. He had no idea what the two creatures were for, but he trusted in his daughter’s wisdom.

On the day of the audience with the Emperor, the palace was thronged with bystanders, waiting for Ivan and his small daughter to arrive. At last, the little _ _ _ _ appeared, draped in a fishing net, riding the hare and holding the partridge in her hand. She was neither naked nor dressed, on foot or on horseback. Scowling, the Emperor told her.

“I said neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed!” At these words, the little girl held out the partridge. The Emperor stretched out his hand to grasp it, but the bird fluttered into the air. The third condition had been fulfilled. In spite of himself, the Emperor could not help admiring the little girl who had so cleverly passed such a test, and in a gentler voice, he said.

“Is your _ _ _ _ _ _ terribly poor, and does he desperately need the foal?”

“Oh, yes!” replied the little girl. “We live on the hares he catches in the rivers and the fish he picks from the trees!”

“Aha!” cried the Emperor triumphantly. “So you’re not as clever as you seem to be! Whoever heard of hares in the river and fish in the trees!” To which the little girl swiftly replied.

“And whoever heard of a stallion having a foal?” At that, both Emperor and Court burst into peals of laughter. Ivan was immediately given his hundred silver ducats and the foal, and the Emperor proclaimed.

“Only in my kingdom could such a wise little girl be born!”

 THE END

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Here’s a list of all the blogs in the hunt in order in case you lose your spot or have your computer crash or something of the like:

Well my best wishes to all of you who go on this hunt! I’m really excited and I can’t even enter. I wish. Anywho, if you have any concerns, comments, anything of that nature, I ask you email me via eshydog2@gmail.com and NOT comment on this post. Same goes for any of the other blogs in the hunt. Email eshy if you have an issue or problem or just a question. Have an amazing day! Remember entries are due July 2nd. OH AND PLEASE IF YOU’RE RUNNONG INTO ISSUES WAIT UNTIL JUNE 23RD TO EMAIL ME, THIS GIVES TIME TO ALL THE OTHER BLOGGERS HELPING OUT TO POST THEIR STUFF FOR YOU TO FOLLOW. So the contest is June 23rd-July 2nd.  With sincere excitement, eshy,

P.S. I tried looking up quotes about searching or scavenger hunts, I failed. Just for your information.

P.P.S. My duck had two babies. They’re adorable. Sorry. Not the right time for that.

Dear Whoever…, #69

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Dearest Readers Of My Blog,                      May 31st, 2012

“Liebster” is German for “Dearest”. The award is a  “Share the love arrangement”, given to inspirational bloggers with less than 200 followers. Here is the to do list for any of the  “Liebster” blog award recipients.

 

 

  • Thank your Liebster Blog award presenter on your blog.
  • Link back to the blogger who presented you the award.
  • Copy and paste the award on your blog.
  • Present the Liebster Blog Award to 5 bloggers with less than 200 followers.
  • Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment on their blog.

 

So thank you to Mary for awarding me this honor. I’m sure she’d be pleased if you checked out her blog, tothebalcony, tothebalcony.wordpress.com .

As for the 4th and 5th thing I have to do, I’m only going to do a few, probably not 5. We’ll see. Here.

Hm guess there’s only 3 anywho. Check them out. They’re all pretty amazing. Thanks for reading. Stay posted for another blog post, soon. While we’re on this subject, I want to apologize again for vanishing. I’ll be posting more, I swear. How are you guys been liking my posts since I’ve come back? Please feel free to answer my questions in the comments. I really do appreciate you for reading my blog.                                                                  -With love, the mind behind this blog, eshy,

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Dear Whoever Likes To Read As Much As I Do,                                                                       May 29th, 2012

~”A room without books is like a body without a soul.” -Marcus Tullius Cicero

~”The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not had the pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” -Jane Austen

~”Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.” -Lemony Snicket

~”Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscious: this is the ideal life.” -Mark Twain

~”It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.” -Oscar Wilde

~”Fairytales are more than true; not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” -G.K. Chesterton

~”Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” -Groucho Marx

  “So many books, so little time.” -Frank Zappa

              Sorry about the many many quotes I used today. So many were good. I didn’t even have to scroll at all. I couldn’t let myself or else there’d be a whole post on quotes. Anywho onto what my main topic is about. Well it’s on literary stuff: writing, books, why our world is corrupt….wait okay, maybe only a little bit of my thoughts on that last one.

              I know, for those of us who like to read, a lot of us make summer reading lists, where we make a list of all the books we will hopefully have the pleasure of reading over the course of our summers. I’ve been accumulating rough lists of books I’d like to read, then clean my room, and lose my list. -30minutes later- I just found my list. Because without it, this post would be pointless. Anywho, I know there’s no way I’m going to get through absolutely all of the ones on my list this summer but I can try. I’m usually into vampires, and werewolves, and Young Adult books, most of them having strong heroines who reach victory after a long struggle of some sort. But this year/summer I’m trying to open my mind to different genres and become more rounded in my reading so you’ll notice some classics in there as well. I’d love to hear what are your favorite classics? And which ones I need to add to my list? And in any genre, what are some books I should add?

MY LIST:

Two-way Street- Lauren Barnholdt           Little Women(reread)-Louisa May Alcott             David Copperfield-Charles Dickens

LittleWomen

Oliver Twist-Charles Dickens                                A Tale Of Two Cities-Charles Dickens                            Divergent-Veroniva Roth

OliverTwist

Diveregent

ATaleOf2Cities

Red Badge Of Courage-Stephen Crane            Pride And Prejudice-Jane Austen             Sense And Senisibility-Jane Austen

RedBadgeOfCourage

Sense&Sensibility

Pride&Prejudice

AnneFrank

The Summer I Turned Pretty-Jenny Han                                     Defiance-Lili St. Crow                                Reckoning-Lili St. Crow  

Reckoning

Now because I am lazy and tired and have already spent enough time on this one post I will now just list the rest of the titles in which I want to read and not the book covers:

The first 5 books I’ll read this summer are: The Scarlet Letter, Red Badge of Courage, The Princess Bride, The Summer I Turned Pretty, and Defiance.

                                                               
                                                             

Vampire Academy fans get ready for the release of the second Bloodlines book in June- The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead.

The Golden Lily, book 2 of Bloodlines

                “There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity.” What book is that from? ……….Divergent! By Veronica Roth

                 Anywho, I didn’t say all that I wanted to but this post is long enough and I don’t want to bore my readers any longer. I’ll be posting at least once a week now that I’m on summer vacation. Stay tuned to my blog for posts about: a cooking challenge, fairytale contest, YouTube review, Hunger Games synopsis, Improper Justice-a short story, and many many more things. Well thanks for taking the time to read this post. I hope you enjoyed it. I am super sorry if all the pictures and titles don’t line up or the formatting gets all messed up like it tends to when I use a ton of pictures. I still haven’t learned how to correct it but thanks for bearing with me through it.                                                                                                          -Love, a bookworm, eshy,

Dear Whoever…, #65

May 6, 2012

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Dear Whoever Is Wondering Where I Ever Disappear To,                                                            May 5th, 2012

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” -Apple Inc.

That was a random quote I enjoy. I wish I had an awesome post to go with it but I don’t. I’m just really bored. And I’m at my mom’s friend’s house and they have internet and I really miss blogging. Anywho, do you guys every wonder where I disappear to when I stop blogging for months like I just have? I go…..absolutely nowhere. Nope. I stay home and go about my daily life. I just don’t go on the internet or my blog. Why on earth would I ever do that? Well I don’t choose to. See I live in the one part of my town that gets really shoddy internet service. We have it through a satellite but I don’t know. It just doesn’t work half the time.

My sister turned 18 on Thursday. She’s been bugging me about her presents like a little kid. I have planned a surprise birthday party for her tomorrow. Which is a bit odd because I can almost guarentee you’ve never been to a birthday party, let alone a surprise birthday party, on a Sunday. Normally, only baby showers are on Sundays. I’ve invited a few of my sister’s friends from school and some family. My mother and I bought a chocolate crockpot type thing that melts and keeps chocolate warm and you dip stuff in the chocolate and eat it. Awesome right? We stole the idea from my friend’s birthday party, except that she had a chocolate waterfall one. Anywho, a family friend is gonna take my sister out shopping tomorrow while her friend’s and family show up at our place and me and my mom run around like crazy getting everything ready including: picking up the cake, picking up the stuff to dip in the chocolate, melt the chocolate, set everything out, hang up decorations, and hide cars out behind the shop. Ahh leaving the friend’s house. Bye. I’m sorry this was such a horrible post. More will ensue and maybe I’ll get better eventually.                                    -No promises, eshy,

Dear Whoever…, #66

May 5, 2012

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Dear Whoever Knows What A Meme Is (’cause I Sure Don’t),                                    May 5th, 2012

I didn’t feel like putting up quotes about memes until I know exactly what a meme is. Apparently, as WordPress and my email inform me, I have been tagged in one by my good friend, Faith(http://blueepicgeek.wordpress.com/).

THE RULES:

Facts About Myself:

  1. I am eshy.
  2. I am a female.
  3. I reside inside of the United States of America.
  4. I have a total of 15 pets that are just mine including: 2 dogs(Rocky & Freckles), 4 ducks(Charlie, Undecided, Lucy, and Trouble), and 9 chickens who aren’t named.
  5. I hate the new Google.
  6. I love to play sports which include: soccer(main), volleyball, cross country, and softball.
  7. I am in love with music.
  8. A lot of people misunderstand me.
  9. I go to counseling(surprise surprise).
  10. I love my family over everything.
  11. I only have a few friends.

Faith’s Questions For Me:

  1. What is your favorite color (and shade) and why? Green. I don’t know the specific shade but I can pick it out. Because ever since I found out it was my brother’s- it’s been mine.
  2. What was your favorite thing that happened this week? Yesterday, when I finally decided what to get my sister for her birthday and graduation presents.
  3. What is your favorite holiday and why?I don’t really have a favorite holiday to be honest. But I suppose my top 3 are Thanksgiving(because our generation needs to learn to be grateful for what we have instead of grumbling about what we don’t.), Christmas(the day recognized as Christ’s birth, also a time of family and fellowship), and Halloween(the one day a year where you don’t have to be yourself. You can put on a mask and be someone else and that’s just perfectly fine. You get ONE day out of a whole year to pretend to be someone else and to escape reality).
  4. Do you like school? Why or why not? No. Not my particular one at least. I don’t learn anything from it and a lot of the teachers nowadays are clueless to their subjects they teach.
  5. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? And why? Italy. Because I’d like to meet some other descendents of my ancestors and study the culture of such a beautiful place. And see that beauty for myself.
  6. What is your most favorite outfit to wear? Going in? Staying in? Going out I’d say a clean pair of jeans. A top(depends on the occasion, it’ll either be a tshirt or a button up or a tank), with a pair of Converse more than likely. Staying in it’s a pair of grease-stained flair jeans in the lightest blue wash, with a ripped up tshirt and barefoot or Chucks again.
  7. Favorite type of music? Why? Country. It’s what I grew up on. I love the stories they tell. The fact that you can relate their stories to yours. The emotion they carry is beautiful.
  8.  Poetry, novels, or short stories?(what you like to read and write of each) Poetry- I like reading emotion and connecting with it, the description that you could be there, and meaning. I like writing this…….I don’t like writing poetry much. But I suppose if I need a reason it’s to releave my head. Novels- I like reading them because they are amazing and I couldn’t live with out them. They are like a different reality you can escape into for awhile, someone else’s life you can step into for just a little while to escape your own. Priceless. I like writing them because that’s what novelists do. I like writing and novels don’t have to be shortened, they give you time to twist the story and give you time to properly describe the backround so you can feel like you’re there. Short stories- I like reading them because it showcases the author’s talent. They have to get there point across, their meaning conveyed, in just a short little thing. I like writing them because they are a challenge to me. To any writer. They give you a limit, perhaps it’s a word count, and it forces you to do what a whole novel does but in about 100x less of a space.
  9. If you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be? Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t really care for many people. Perhaps it’d be the star of my favorite show, White Collar, Matthew Bomber, who plays as Neil Caffrey.
  10. What is your favorite food ever?Uh, don’t have one. I like raviolies or Italian food in general. Or pork chops(:
  11. What is your best talent? Making other people feel weird. What? That can’t be a real talent? Fiiiiine. I’m okay at soccer. But I think my best talent is my writing, which you can view a bit of on my last post(#65).

MY QUESTIONS:

  1. What’s your favorite movie?
  2. Dogs or cats?
  3. Who do you favor your mother or father?
  4. What’s 1 secret that NONE of your friends(online and in real life) don’t know about you?
  5. If you had a turtle, what would you name it?
  6. Who is/was your favorite president/ruler?
  7. What is one of your pet peeves?
  8. Do you believe a person is as good as their word? Or has the world made you not believe that you can take someone’s word?
  9. What is/ what do you want your firstborn’s name to be? Or what is it?
  10. How important do you rate music in your life on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being least important and 10 being the most important?
  11. Do you enjoy doing this sort of thing?

People I Am Tagging:

Sorry the last few posts have been out of order and I’ve been missing due to my shotty internet connection. I wrote this post about 3 months ago…….                                                                                                      -eshy

   

Dear Whoever…, #67

March 26, 2012

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Dear Whoever Knows That Every Girl Thinks About Her Wedding At Least Once, If Not From Time To Time,     3-26-2012

“A woman seldom asks advice before she has bought her wedding clothes.” -Joesph Addison

“A wedding is like a funeral, except that you get to smell your own flowers.” -Grace Hansen

“I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.” -Oliver Goldsmith

Sorry for not posting very recently. I’ve been writing posts but they’re drafts and my computer is stupid and doesn’t show me my drafts. They look like they were typed in white font. Therefore, I’ve just been saving them till I can get to a library computer and post them all.

I have a plan, don’t worry. This has just been bouncing around in my head for awhile now because for some reason I’ve been thinking of my wedding a lot more lately then usual. It’s not because I’m approaching the age most people are getting married. I’m far from there believe me. No. I’ve been thinking of it because of something else which brings me to the next part of this post.

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Dad,    3.26.12

I have a game today so I have to leave soon so I’ll try to hit what I want to say with few words. I cried for you last night. It was completely out of the blue. It just hit me. The fact I’ll never see your smile again. Or hear your jokes. Or listen to you tease me. Never hold me close again. Never ask me what’s the matter ever again. That I was alone. Without you. This isn’t exactly a new revalation for me but the way it hit me it might as well have been. It seemed so fresh. And even though I knew it was coming for years, it didn’t help. I thought about what it’d be like after you died, before you died. Then I thought how much I had underestimated. I thought I could be prepared but I never could have been. It’s impossible to be prepared for that sort of thing. I’ll never hear you chatising me again. I’ll never get one of those rueful looks or I’ll never be in on any of your little jokes again. Like the one where you told Mom we were getting 30more ducks and they’d be arriving tomorrow when she was at work, ain’t that right eshy? And I’d lie and add to the story and we’d keep it spinning. Those make me smile and sting my eyes at the same time when I look back on the ones I remember. Last night I also realized that my worst fear came true. I am forgetting you. Just like Kris. Although I tried my hardest to burn you into my memory. I’m forgetting a little of what you look like even though I’m exactly the same. I’m forgetting some of the memories with you and that made me cry the most last night. I knew before you died that you wouldn’t make it to my highschool graduation, or college, or my graduation in the military, if I choose that road, and my wedding. It always stung then but now it stings worse. It’s bad. It’s really painful. Almost like that one time I had that needle through my toe and you had to hold me down, but it’s worse then that.

I think I’ll have Sister as my maid of honor, she’ll be wearing blue. As will I. It’ll bring out our eyes that we inherited from you. Jeff D., your friend, and Lisa stopped by yesterday. It got me thinking as I have been ever since your memorial service, about who’s gonna walk me down the aisle because I know you won’t be able to. I thought of Jim B. I thought about Denny. I thought about Jeff. He’s been weird since you died. Different a little. Quieter. His little partner in mischief isn’t here to back his jokes or talk engines with him or talk about the old workplace with. I feel bad for him because he misses you. It’s obvious. I think I want Danny Whitt Danny Whitt to walk me down the aisle. I’ve always liked him. He’s been really good to you. He’s been good to us. Remember when we got the truck stuck last year on our last shooting expadition, and we called him and he helped us out. He’s offering to take me shooting again and I want to, I do. But it’s to fresh. Your death is too fresh even almost three months later.

I hope you’re at my wedding. Or at least looking down on it. Since you’re not gonna be there, who’s gonna try to talk me out of it? That was to evoke a rueful smile. I’d give anything to see your smile again. Just thinking of how I never will, I’m tearing up. Anywho, Dad, I better get on with getting ready cause I’ve got to leave soon. I love you. And I miss you a ton. Oh, one more thing. The Sister and Mom are spending a ton since you’ve gone. I think it’s to fill the void, I’m trying to warn them to stop but they don’t listen much to me. Mom’s been kinda reckless. It scares me. I don’t feel safe around anyone anymore without knowing you’re not here to back me up. I’ve been having haunted thoughts of that voicemail you left me 3 years ago on my first day of school at that new school. You said you hoped I had a good day and if I didn’t then it’d get better with time. To keep my chin up. And that you loved me. And you were sorry that you couldn’t be there and that you wished you were to pick me up from school. And it makes me sob. I cry a lot when I think of anything to deal with you, if ya haven’t noticed. I know you wouldn’t want me to but I can’t help it. I know crying isn’t gonna make the pain go away. It’s not gonna do anything. But it’s reflex now. But now I’m just making excuses, trying to prolong saying goodbye-again.

I got a new shrink. Rememeber I told you first that I was thinking about doing counciling and I told you why I was apprehensive? I do. But I got a new one and I like her alot better. I guess that’s the last bit of news I have. I’m on the soccer team if you didn’t gather that from me saying that I have games and practice all the time now. I remember telling you with much excitement that I made the volleyball team and you didn’t look suprised at all and said “I figured you would.” I wish you could see one of my games. I’ve got a very responsible spot. Right in front of our goalie. We’ve lost every game so far but we’re doing better then last year. I’m team captain you know. I hate it. I don’t get to do anything special but call the coin in the air and pick what side. Now I really have to get ready. My friend’s gonna show up cause we gotta take her to the game. With love, eshy,

 

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