I Just HAD To Share!

I KNOW that I said that I wouldn't be on in a while, but I read the The Big Book Of Girl Stuff (and I suggest you read it too!) and it had so many great quotes and sayings that I just HAD to share!


"Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiousity keeps leading us down new paths." - Walt Disney
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye." - Miss Piggy (you GOTTA love that woman! Er, pig.)
"Sometimes I think creativity is magic; it's not a matter of finding an idea, but allowing the idea to find you." - May Lin
"Shoot for the moon, because if you miss, you'll hot the stars." - Cammi Granato
"If at first yo don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you ever tried." - Pheobe McKeeby (HA!)
"I always preferred having wings to having things." - Pat Schreoeder
"Smoking kills. If you are killed, you have lost a very important part of your life." - Brooke Shields
"Always believe in yourself. Feel free and never be afraid, because fear robs you of your powers and passions." - Alexander Nechito* (*Alexander made over a million dollars from her art by the time she was 15.)
"My theory is that if you look confident, you can pull off anything - even if you have no clue what you're doing." - Jessica Alba

Wow! There's SO many more, but I really don't have the time. Besides, I think that will be enough for the week. Have a great week! (And life.)
Sincerely,
~Indigo

Memoirs of a Postcard OR This Made Me Laugh...Hehehe:)))

This afternoon I was going through my mum's collection of ratty postcards from faraway places I'd like to go. I was searching for unused ones that I could send to my best friend/penpal in Ohio when I found this little thing. I laughed and just had to share with my online readers.

[This letter was written in July 13, 1990 by my aunt when she went some Summer over to our homeland, Scotland.]

Dear Jim,
We visited Loch Ness today. It was beautiful but unfortunately, it was tourist-orientated. I tried Scotch today for the first and last time. It was a single malt whiskey and after I swallowed I couldn't breathe! I guess I am not a hardcore drinker - in fact, I am coming to believe that I'm not a drinker at all! Warm beer is so awful! Tomorrow we visit Kirkaudbright - I hope it is beautiful. I love you and miss you. I'll call the 22nd. Deidra.


Wow, I love my aunt! I don't now if she would be mad or not that I posted her postcard for millions to view but she won't ever know so it's OK. Mum's the word!

Sincerely,
~Indigo

The 'Gems' Of The Week

"Everything you can imagine is real." ~Pablo Picasso [Today]

"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain." ~Anonymous [Tomorrow]

"What is right to be done cannot be done too soon." ~Jane Austin (don't you just love that woman?) [Wednesday]

"The world is but a canvas to the imagination." ~Henry David Thoreau [Thursday]

"Failing to appreciate the finer details in life is like eating dirt when you could have the buffet." ~Anonymous [Friday]

"If you weren't real, I'd make you up." ~Anonymous [Saturday]

"All seasons are beautiful for the person who carries happiness within." ~Horace Friess [Sunday]

Book Update

Good news, I finally got the inspiration and courage today to write in my ever growing book. I worked on it a little this morning and then later on this afternoon when I found the time. 511 words was the total count by the time I was finished. That's equal to two pages and a half. Not bad, no it is. I should be writing more but I'm in one of those sluggish moods. Oh well, at least I wrote SOMETHING! Right?
Thank you so much for hanging in while I slowly but determinedly continue working on this book, someday I'll be published (hopefully) and I'll send you all a free copy. Just kidding, just kidding.

Sincerely,
~Indigo

A Grain Of Sand's 5 Senses

What if a grain of sand can smell, hear, feel, see, and think? What if they can see the sea's waves coming towards them as the tide comes in, following the cycle of the moon. What if they can hear the rush of cold water all around them as it surges past them and then swoops back, dislodging them from the pile that a little boy had made out of them that morning. What if they can smell the essence of salt overpowering and filling their heads. What if they know, as they're being pulled out to sea, that they're never coming back.
This is what grains of sand experience everyday, every week, every year, year after year. For eternity. That is the day in the life of a grain of sand.

The 'Gems' Of The Week

This week's gems:

• "Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon." - Winnie the Pooh
• "If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child."
• "Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time."
• "So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land." - Peter Pan

I hope those get you through the week, they are sure helping me!

Sincerely,

~Indigo

Childhood Imagination

When we were children, everything was spelled out for us. We knew the rules and we followed them without question. We went through each day the same, testing out mudpie recipes, catching grasshoppers, picking flowers that will wilt in a second to give to our mothers, and then being tucked in. It was pretty much ignorance and bliss.
But now I'm older and I have a lot of questions. And my days aren't filled with catching grasshoppers or feasting on mudpies anymore. I'm in that stage where I'm stuck between a caterpillar and a butterfly. I've made my cacoon but I haven't immerged yet as a radiant new creature. I'm still a little of the old me, but I'm also a little of the new me. I'm split between and time is running out for me to be neutril. Things have changed and I need to figure things out. I still, thankfully, have my childhood imagination, I haven't lost that, yet, to the sensible way adult's think. I'm still me. But, I'm not.
Just this Spring people could pass me up as an eleven year old sunshinee girl, but now postladies are asking me if I'm the eldest over my fourteen year old sister (yeah, she wasn't happy about that).
I have a lot of questions without answers, I have a lot of ideas and dreams that I can't fulfill because I'm too young. I'm stuck in the middle and I don't know how to get out.
When am I going to fly as a butterfly?

That Place

"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting."

And that's where I'm still waiting.

A Year Of Stride (Gum)

Have you ever noticed how on Stride's packets they have little notes of things that people sent in on their website (www.stridegum.com) of what they were going to do while they chewed their gum.
This afternoon I bought a packet for myself (because I am a VERY big fan of Stride!), I absolutely LOVED all the little "Things I PLan To Do Before I Finish This Piece Of Stride"s. So that gave me this idea; why not every time I buy a Stride pack I post all the little "Things I Plan To Do Before I Finish This Piece Of Stride"s! Wouldn't that be cool? Well, even if it doesn't seem cool to you, maybe it will seem amusing. I like reading what people have to say.
So here's my first ever contribution to this year-long post:

1. Ski Austria
2. Learn to yodel
3. Electric slide across the state of Mississippi
4. Create a life-size replica of Stonehenge using clothespins
5. Train to tear a phonebook in half

OK, I don't know about you but I'm going to add all of those to my, 'Things I Have To Do Before I Die' list. Yeah, those were good.
This afternoon, when I got home, and chewed into my first piece of goodness I submitted my own little contribution to this post by going to www.stridegum.com and adding this 'Thing I Plan To Do Before I Finish This Piece Of Stride,':

Practice my kissing skills on my pillows

See? Anyone can do that!
Sincerely,
~Indigo

Flashback 4#

Once again, I'm late on posting this diary entry! Uggghhhh...where does all the time go? *Groan* OK, so here goes:

Dear Paris, [Paris was my imaginary bff] [I wrote this when I was ten]

my little brother, Kian, is doing soccer this Spring and their referee is too cute to be true! I mean, he has long, blond hair, and he's like, five foot eight, and his face is like an angel's face. AND he's so fast, I mean like FAST! And his voice is an angel's voice [I needed help]. Chase, that's his name. Isn't it a nice name?
Indigo

WOW! I was a cornflake! Geez, I just LOVE reading my old twenty-something diaries, they bring tears of laughter. Don't you like looking back at the old you? It brings memories (and LOTS of 'em!).
See you next week when I post to the thousands of HomeschoolBlogger users and viewers my first ever shaving experience. Now THAT was a hoot! Hehehehe:)

Goodbye from a major cornybunch,
~Indigo

INCREASE THE PEACE! with me. OK? Alright, here are five tips on how to increase peace:

• If someone slaps you, DON'T turn your cheek. Throw them off a cliff. Therefore decreasing slaps, therefore increasing the peace!
• If someone takes your shirt don't lift a finger, you're showing grace and the guy that stole your shirt probably had big muscles so you're being smart!
• If you see someone stealing a cigarette lighter don't say anything. After all, ignorance is peace and the more people think that we have a better World the more peace passed around!
• Don't go into the army. Who cares if Iraq and Russia sromp us because we don't have an army? At least we will be dying peacefully.
• And last one (thanks for bearing with me through this list), sneak away to a hide-y hole and totally shield yourself from the World. You can't harm anything if there's nothing around to harm. Savvy?

Alright, so that's my list. I hope it helps you increase the peace!

Sincerely,
~Indigo

P.S. If you didn't know this whole list has been a big bag of sarcasm. If you really want to increase the peace then don't do anything that I have put on this list! I repeat, do not!

My INside Look At The Pevensies

I'm sure that if you've read the famous Narnia books written so long ago by a man who I believed knew and understood things that we can't even begin to imagine without help. In fact, I like to imagine him and Aslan sitting down at some pub to have a chat about the book he was writing at the time over a steamy cup of black tea while all the other customers made a speedy stampede out the door and to the police station to report a escaped ferocious lion and a crazy old loon who believed he could talk to the raging beast. Can't you see? Can't you hear it? I imagine that they would say something along the lines of:

"So C, what new thing have you written that I need to fix?"
"Rubbish Aslan, you never fix anything of mine. You help me fix it. and by the way, I've written a new chapter. I got it right here if you'd like to read it." C. S. would pull out a tiny blue notebook out of his shirt pocket and open it up in front of Aslan to read.
Aslan's bright brown eyes would scan the scribbled pages quickly, lap up some more tea and then point out the poor old author's mistakes like a true friend.
"No no, you've got it all wrong here! Remember what I said, Puddleglum isn't a happy fellow, he's a sorrowful pessimistic old marshwiggle that thinks way too much of himself. In this chapter you have him acting as if he was a high cheerleader! No, this will not do at all." Aslan would explain as he licked himself.
C. S. would roll his eyes and scribble something down quickly.
"Alright, you're right, as usual," C.S. would mumble, "I'll fix it. Thanks for the, er, advice."
"Don't mention it. Anytime you need me just knock on the wardrobe." Aslan would remind him as he slowly dissolved into thin air.
Then, the police and no-good-busy-body citizens would show up and look like fools for there was nothing inside the pub unusual except for an old chap who looked perfectly sane and was just taking his leave.
See? doesn't it just seem perfect? So as you can see reading the books is only the surface, you have to looked deeper than those fine printed pages full of cranky old witches and a girl that liked a prince with a mysterious accent who was 1300 years younger. You need to look through someone else's eyes to experience the whole grand picture.
First of all, let's take a look at the Pevensies. There's High (big emphasis on that part) King Peter the Magnificent. Well, below this teenage boys blond wavy hair, killing British accent, and kingly tan skin there's just a boy that is trying to step up to the role that has been thrust upon himself in Narnia's time of need. Peter's like the night that bravely volunteers to kill the dragon that has been destroying his town for eons. So he marches out, all on his own, clad from head to toe in glittering and magnificent (there's that word again, but it describes him so well) armor ready to kick some fiery dragons bahooky until, he stumbles over the first twig that crossed his path, face down into the dirt. Peter's intentions are truly the best, but under that hero mask he's really just a boy from Fincheley who is only trying to keep his family safe and together and already believes he failed with one of them. Of course he's going to make mistakes, and of course he's going to be scared and afraid to call the shots. But you have to look at it through his eyes. Picture it.
You stumble upon a magical and dangerous world in an ancient mansion that is owned by some mad old professor that is hundreds of miles away from home while your dad is off fighting some other man's war thousands of miles away. Wouldn't you feel insecure, unsure, nervous, frightened? So that's how it is being Peter. Now do you understand him better? Maybe?
OK, let's look at Susan.

Susan is at a stage in life where she is leaving childhood much to the grief of her siblings and entering a new chapter full of lipstick, bras, and boys. She's trying to understand the things around her and how everything has changed so quickly, including herself. She doesn't understand but she doesn't want to admit it to anybody. Especially herself. She puts on a mask every morning along with her lippy, a mask and attitude that says 'I know everything and i got it so under control.' She's not willing to realize that she's not in control.
Now that we've said some nasty things about poor Susan let's look at her life through her very own brown eyes.
Picture it, everyday you're in constant fear and trouble. Any day your home and family could be bombed away right in front of you. Then, to make matters worse your mum is sending you and your siblings away to live far out in the country with some hormonal housekeeper and kooky old man with a curly beard. Then to top it, your little sister starts lying, saying that she's found a magical land, in the upstairs wardrobe. Of course she's making it all up, playing with you. That's what little sisters do. Besides, it's not logical! But then low and behold, your stupid little immature brother smashes a hole in a window with a cricket ball and in your getaway you hide in the famous wardrobe. Next thing you know your falling into a pile of snow. SNOW! Now things speed up, the same stupid little immature brother that smashed a hole in the stained glass window betrays you for Turkish delight. Siblings, don't you just love them? You discover that beavers and all animals can speak and now your talking to them?!? So not logical. (Once again.)Then a lion is thrown into the mix who saves you, reunites you with your brother, dies and then comes back to life (OMGosh people, it's not LOGICAL!), kills a cold white witch, and crowns you queen!
Wouldn't you be just a little snippy and dumbstruck after all that happened to you? I think you would. (I know I definitely would!) so now we've justified emotional Susan let's move on to King Edmund the Cute.

That's right, I've renamed him King Edmund the Cute because isn't he? All the girls may think that High King Peter is a High King hottie, but i disagree. Yup, Edmund's my crush, and why wouldn't he be? I know everyone thinks Edmund's a huge brat, and truth be told, he is! Until...he's captured. So at first he was a huge jerk, and then he's a huge hero?!?!? What the hey? Slow down fast boy, you're moving way too fast! But let's look at this like Edmund would before we start slamming him around.
OK, you're a twelve year old boy, whose father is faraway from home, every second in danger. You're mad with worry. He has to come back, come home. He has to! Everyday your town is being bombed, who's going to protect you? Your older brother Peter who thinks he's great and in charge? Fat chance! You can take care of yourself! Who needs the other Pevensies? They don't like you anywho! OK, now that you've convinced yourself that your tough enough to take care of yourself you're deported to the countryside hundreds of miles away from home to live with some strict old man, no doubt! It's so not fair! Besides, you have to protect your mum! So you arrive, you were right, it's a big old stuffy mansion with nothing to do. Is this how your going to spend your summer? Insufferable! All of a sudden your sister is declaring that she found a land in the wooden wardrobe upstairs in the spare room. Yeah, right, Lucy. Suuuuure. But why don't you take advantage of this circumstance, tease her, it'll be loads of fun! After all, there's nothing else to do around this old place. That night you follow her secretly into the wardrobe, and find the magical land yourself? Weird, right? The first person you meet in this freezing cold ice burg of a land is a beautiful lady....that saves you from a psychopath hairy dwarf! Of course your grateful and you want to repay her for her generosity and kindness. The lady offers to feed you your favourite, Turkish delight! of course your not going to refuse! you start chatting with her and she asks you about yourself, so you tell her. You tell her everything eagerly, everything concerning the happenings of the past week or so. She seems fascinated and says that she wants to see you again. You and her agree on a meeting spot, her castle! Yeah, she's a Queen, and she's interested in you! You're hooking up with a Queen! Unreal cool! She tells you that she has a busy schedule and must leave, but she can't wait to see you, hopefully soon. So now your on your own, but not for long, Lucy has found you and she won't shut up! OK, so she tells you that the hot lady you just met is a witch (yeah, a witch with a t not a which, but Lucy doesn't have to know), but Lucy's been wrong before, right? So you go back, lie to Peter and Susan, hurt Lucy's feelings, no big deal. So what? You got to keep to the plan that the clever Queen came up with, no reason ruining everything, right? So you avoid Lucy for the next few days, it's not like your guilty or anything, why should you be guilty?! It's not your fault that Peter and Susan didn't believe the poor lass! OK, maybe you did lie, but it was an OK lie, right? Every thing's going to work out fine. Somehow you'll get Peter, Susan, and Lucy to go back into the wardrobe and then you can innocently suggest that they explore and while you're out 'exploring' you'll lead them to the white witch's castle. Then you, Edmund Pevensie - not Peter - will rule Narnia and your siblings shall be your servants. You'll treat them good, feed them once a day, maybe even give them some Turkish delight for payment. Look, they're just lucky to be working for you. Yeah----oh NO! You've done it! You've broken a window and in your escape you lead your other siblings into the wardrobe. Any minute now and it'll happen, in a few hours you'll be sitting down for a cup of hot cocoa to share with your new mum, her majesty the Queen! Oh great, everyone hates you now because they found out that you had lied to them to make Lucy look bad. Ooohhh, how you hate them! They can just forget about that Turkish delight for payment, they so don't deserve it. Now things are picking up and you can barely breath! Some beaver found you (who could talk!) and led you and your brother and sisters to his wife and his dam. They feed you and while no one notices you sneak away, you have an appointment to keep. The goings cold and rough, but it's worth it. Her castle is in sight and you can just imagine that delicious powdery Turkish delight melting on your tongue. OK, here's the short version because my big sister is whining and will not let me finish. You get captured by the witch, betrayed and hurt. The witch goes after your siblings with her drooling demon dogs. You see that she's a wicked horrible woman and now you understand the full picture of what you've done to yourself, your family, and possibly all of Narnia! Good going Edmund. Great job. You're on the move now, the secrets out, her majesty has found out about Aslan (of course it's not your fault!) and she's out to get him, and in the process stonify all the 'good' animals in Narnia. You break for camp and the next thing you know some humongous man with horse legs is setting you free and carrying you off to somewhere. You're meeting Aslan, and your legs are like jelly! He's probably mad with anger after what you did you deserve to have your head bitten off! But when you're shoved into his tent and all of a sudden your face to face with the most majestic, frightening, biggest lion you had ever seen or even imagined. Your about to die! And yet, there isn't anger in his knowing eyes, there's sadness, and maybe even forgiveness. And is that pity? he's asking you now if you understand what you've done, and you say yes. For some reason your eyes are watering up, but it must be a speck of dust. You're definitely NOT crying! After Aslan says he forgives you and you've said that your sorry about a gazillion times he let's you go, to see your family. What will they say? What will they think? You're sure they hate your guts, and yet, they run up to you and hug you! They still love you and they forgive you! Now your on your way to becoming a hero. You fight in the battle and survive. Your crowned King along with your siblings, together, ruling Narnia together. Your officially a good (great!) guy, a King, a kid, a boy, a hero.

Now, it's Lucy's turn to be examined. But, I really don't think we need to analyze her, after all, it's so obvious what she is feeling and why she acts on those impulses so easily that it is not hard to understand and almost have a connection with her. For Lucy, this whole Narnia business is just complete and utter bliss! Yeah there are a few noses running and some tears being shed, but usually it's because she's ecstatic. It's like a dream come true, she met a faun, became Queen of a land that she discovered, they won a great battle, played with a lion's mane, and wore pretty dresses all in the span of a few days! What more could you want?

I hope my INside look through the eyes of the Pevensies helped you understand them better, sometimes it's difficult to understand children who have just been thrown into a magical land and grew beards all in the span of a few mili-seconds. I also hope that you enjoyed it (even though it did take me over a week to write it!).

Sincerely,
~Indigo

Flashback Week 3#

Sorry that this one's two days late, I haven't been keeping track with the days. My bad. Well call me lazy, but FYI over the past few days I have been doing important stuff. (Like wrecking my Dad's $100 bike ((I am in SO much trouble! (Keep reading if you want to know the dirt behind this ordeal.)))))) Yeah, I've decided to get away from the screen more and start living life (like I did today).
So sit back and please don't laugh at my incredible stupidity too much.


Quick update: August 28 [I wrote this entry today]
I finished my grammar curriculum yesterday. No, actually it was the day before.

I only have nineteen Spelling lessons left to do and then I will be done with Spelling. For LIFE!

I got in bike wreck today. [This was the one I was talking about.]
I was riding Dad's bike to the creek down the street (hey, that rhymes!) this morning. While I was pedaling I was pretending I was a way chic (and of course cute) French girl in love with Indiana Jones. Conveniently - as all daydreams go - Indy liked me back. (Who am I kidding?! He loved me!) Today we were double-riding (when I say this I don't mean that we were riding on a double bike but that we were riding a one seat bike but we were sharing it because that was the dangerous way to do it), to a picnic (where he was going to confess his passionate love for me and ask me to marry him!) and he was showing off his BMX skills by swerving crazily all over the road so I would hold on to him tightly to avoid falling off the bike. Well, as it goes (short style) he (me) swerved a little too tightly, hit a pebble (YES! A pebble!), the bike skidded uncontrollably, and we (me) were propelled into the air (the first ever flying humans) and then smashed onto the asphalt road beneath me, bare elbow first.
I hobbled back home (shedding oozy blood the whole way) where I was bandaged up like a mummy while I complained about how show off-y and reckless Mr. Jones is.
So my lesson was today that even daydream blokes will let you down and hurt you (LITERALLY!) in the end. I also learned that I couldn't blame hottie Jones for my accident, because, after all, I was the one steering.
~Indigo

Aren't I a hoot? I amaze even myself because OH ME GOSH I'm stupid!
~Indigo

Olympic Dream

Shawn

I'm sure we all know about the inspiring career of Shawn Johnson and how she climbed up from a girlhood dream to accomplish amazing feats in the Olympics. Ten years ago, when she walked into a gym for the first time no one knew that someday she would have a gold medal hanging next to her bed. Maybe...she did.
Maybe she had a dream of one day performing on the balancing beam, in front of millions who were chanting her name, cheering her on, holding their breath, almost scared to look. She accomplished something amazing this Summer and all of America is proud and thankful to have her represent our team. Team USA. Thank you Shawn, we're looking forward to watching you in London, England as you once again amaze and inspire us.
Thank you Johnson family for all you did so Shawn could fulfill her Olympic dream.
Nastia
Nastia

I can't even begin to write about how much you stunned us. I admit, we knew you were good, but you totally blew us away.
Did you always want to be a gymnast? Did you cry when your parents wouldn't allow you to fulfill your Olympic dream? Well it doesn't matter now because you made it somehow and you definitely will not be forgotten.
It's too bad they don't allow the perfect ten, because if they did you would be the new Mary Lou Rettin. You were wonderful and we're so glad that you were there on our team. Thank you for all that you have done. You gave up your life for gymnastics and you're finally being repaid for all the work.
So sit back and relax, you deserve it. Hopefully we'll see you in four years when you continue to live your Olympic dream. Thank you for all that you have done.

Michael Michael

What can I say? You were the BOMB! You earned that record and you deserved all those golds you earned. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to accomplish in their lifetime what you did in the sum of two weeks.
While you were thousands of miles away all of us were here, screaming, fainting, hollering, crying, etc. while we watched you win race after race and prove that the impossible is never impossible. (Wow, that was cornier written down version than it was in my head!)
Thank you so much for all that you've done and all that you will do as you fulfill your lifelong Olympic dream. We are so proud of you.

Kiss Me, I'm A Vegetarian?

OK, what's with all the veagans and vegetarians for goodness sakes? Most of them aren't even doing it for the animals! If you're going to give up meat you need a reason. What's most people's reason?

a. Because when they see antlers they see Bambi.
b. Because they don't want to eat pink cuddly pigs.
c. Because it sounds cool to say, "yeah, I'm a vaegan. I eat tofu." (Yum.)

Are any of those really good reasons, not really.
The truth is that our World is unfortunately filled with people labeled 'posers.' I'm sure you've heard the word before (or maybe even met one of th clan memebers?), but that's life for you. Just when you think you brillisntly come up with something completely AMAZING...someone else steals it and claims it as there own. Major bummer.
See, the clique of posers is filled with people that are too lazy to come up with stuff themselves so they steal everyone elses creative and original ideas and claim to have come up with them by pure inspiration. (Or maybe even from the heart if their in the mood for corny!) Usually posers result to this criminal act because they were born with a brain of complete mush. Their totally uninspired and compulsive liars who think they can carry it off. Too bad they can't. Why don't they just be themself and do their own thing? Why can't they leave us alone? I guess no one knows except posers themselves. Listen, the worst thing you can do is steal someone elses 'thing' and make it famous.
It's not hard to be you, the real you. Not some crummy second-helper.
Inspiration is everywhere in everything! Be yourself, everyone will love you for you. Say what you think because the ones who mind don't matter and the ones that matter don't mind at all!

Sincerely,
~Indigo

P.S. I know that this post was maybe on the harsh side for all the posers out there, but, I am actually a former poser class A (yes, there are classes, I aced in all mine). So I can get away with this because I know and I'm trying to help everyone else out there with poser syndrome. TRust me, it's not one of those sick cases that you get that actually allow you to skip school. You know, the kind where you're too sick to go to school, but not too sick to watch TV. (Thank goodness!)
If I offeneded you in any way, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help. Honestly.

P.S. How on earth did I get from vaegans to posers? I am so weird!

Mat5chmaker Gone Bad

For those that didn't know, I'm a Matchmaker. Not like someone who matches socks or colours, but someone that matches people and hearts. Like Emma Woodhouse, that oh so famous character created by Jane Austin. My goal in life is to see that everyone around me is happily married someday. You could call me a busybody or think that I'm nosy, but it's in the hopes of bringing happiness to my 'clients', what's so nosy about that? In the end my 'clients' (who usually don't know I'm trying to match them up with someone!) are happy, sometimes. I confess, so there have been a few cases that kinda backfired on me. But those are rare.

So lately I've had my sights set on matching this two year old girl I know with her best guy friend who's three. Yes, they are a little young for marriage, but it takes a long time to know someone, so why not start young? Really young. Things are going great between them, but that's the sad. I'm supposed to be a first-class matchmaker, and yet, I can't find a match for myself and this two year old already has her husband picked out! This is pathetic. Seriously. So see, I'm a matchmaker gone very bad. Very Bad. I know I'm young, but every girl dreams of Summer romances, and Fall ones, Spring too, and also Winter. Maybe I should just move to a convent and become a nun to make things easier. Living contendly to 97, everyday bringing love and happiness into everyone elses life. Doesn't sound too bad. Maybe.

Sincerely,
~Indigo

Flashback 2# (Nobody has yet talked me out of this ((Thanks a lot!)))

Alright, when I was 10 I was OBSESSED with Orlando Bloom. I knew everything about him. His Dad's name, when his birthday was, when he was in his first play etc. If he did anything I knew about it. I even had a calendar of him (that I would kiss at night when I was in my bed) that my cousin gave me for Christmas. I was a complete hopeless fan.
So one day my friend suggested to me that I write him a letter and I more than wholeheartedly attached myself to the idea. The next day I got all my pretty gel pens in pile and picked out the smoothest paper for the letter that I thought would win Orlando's heart. Here it is:


Dear Orlando Bloom [I was ten when I wrote this letter],
I wish that I could say "Dear Orlando Bloom, Happy Birthday from you biggest fan!" but, unfortunately I'm probably not, probably your biggest fan would be my cousin, Emily (she likes everybody to call her Emmy though, she thinks it's cooler that way) and then probably your second and third biggest fan would be my friends Cassie and Candace. Candace has this HUGE (I mean huge!) poster of you! Emmy has got to see all of your movies! I've only gotten to see three of your movies, 'Return of the King', 'Two Towers', and 'Fellowship of the Ring.' Though, I think that you don't look as good when your Legolas as you do when you play in 'Pirates of the Caribbean,' but my dad Dad and Mom are really strict on what movies I watch. But I might get to see 'Pirates of the Caribbean 2' for my birthday, I'm trying to persuade my Dad to let me (he's kinda gettin' soft about it).
Well, I'll tell you more about me. Well for starters, my whole name is Indigo Skye Windsnap, I'm ten years old and I'm just one of seven kids in my family (I'll tell you a little about each of us)! Well, Indie is the oldest, she's twelve years old. She thinks you're a prettyboy, but I just ignore her. She also doesn't think you're cute at all! I ignore her in that subject too! What she likes to do is read, sing in Elvish (she's a 'Lord of the Rings' freak!), play the piano, and she LOVES to read! And she loves the new version of the 'Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe'! Then there's me. I'm doing cheerleading, and I'm directing a Fashion Show! I l,ove to be the center of attention and be the star of the show! I love to express myself, and show make my point, I also am doing photography right now (I'm hoping I'll get up to the point when I can sell them for a good bit)! I'm also writing a few books right now! I'm hoping I will get to be in a movie. In fact, all I wanted for Christmas (besides your calendar) was to get to audition for a movie that was being filmed near where I live. And the other thing that I had wanted was to win a sweepstakes to meet you. Then there's my younger brother Kian, he loves math and completely dislikes my liking you. He frowns whenever I bring up the subject of our wedding. Boys, so HOPELESS! After him there's Shane. Shane's psycho and ADHD, but he can be sweet and fun when he's not coming up with schemes. I love him even though he's a little annoying. But I am too so what can I say? The there's Sonnie (she's the one that I share a room with), she has turned out to be a major control freak and a pretty princess (who thinks she owns the World!). She has a few nicknames around here, like Indie calls her 'Princess Know-It-All' and Kian calls her 'sissy' and I just think that both of though them work fine. Second to last there's Chan, he's only two. He has blonde hair and blue eyes (he's gonna have a LOT of girls after him when he's older!)


That's all I ever wrote. I never finished it, and I never sent it. A year or so I got over Orli and I only kept this letter so that I could look back at it and laugh at how hysterical I was then. It still brings a smile to my lips, I'm glad I wrote it and kept it. Maybe it'll never work out between me and Mr. Bloom, but that's OK. I can live with that and he can live without me. Sounds like a plan.

Sincerely,
~Indigo

A True Friend Is One Who Can Make You Laugh So Hard You Pee A Little...

...OK, it may sound a tiny bit gross, but it's TRUE! Today is my best friend and my anniversary! We have been besties for six years, three months, and twenty-two days! How have we stuck together for so long? And what amazes me the most is that even though after she found out I was missing half of my brain she still stuck around. Does she something in me...or is she just desperate? Just kidding Candace, you're the absolute BEST! That's why we're besties, I'm the best and your the ies. Right? You've been the one that has always been there for me. You're the only one that has ever seen me cry, you are the only one that I ever told, about me having a crush on that dragon geek a year or so ago. It makes me laugh to think of it. I saw him today and it reminded me of the times we would lock ourselves in the bathroom so I could gush about him. I've changed so much. But your still here and I thank God everyday for that. I never could lose you because your my bestest friend.

Even though I wasn't there for you today I want you to know that you're special, crazy, wild, loud, brave, obnoxious, and you kick drama's bodonkedonk! Go Canadace! I hope you're still around when I walk down the aisle with you behind me, get fat because I'm pregnant with my tenth kid, and turn 97. I love you, don't let anyone else let you think otherwise.

Sincerely,
~Your Bestie

Going 'Green'

The eight easy steps to going green:

1. Don't use diapers, that makes ladfields. Have you ever smelled a landfield? It is not pretty!


2. Stop taking 15 minute showers and reform to the luxury of 3 minute cold showers. By using cold water you are saving the hot water for other people. Also you are using 5 times less of the amount of water you were using when you took 15 minute showers regularly. Sure you might not get all the conditioner washed out or have time to soap but who cares? We can all smell bad together while we save the environment!


3. PLEASE do not chuck diapers, ciggies, empty or full beer bottles, used women's personal hygiene, etc. out of your car or truck window when you are driving. Drunk or smoke inhaling plants and animals are NOT happy animals and plants.


4. If you want to save the World do not stick your already chewed gum on other people's cars, the bottom of desks, pavement, etc. Do you know how many 100 dollar shoes are ruined a day because they step in your sticky mess? Also many numbers of animals can become stuck in chewed gum. And we need all the animals we can get.


5. Go vegetarian! Not only do you lose a LOT of weight and begin to understand and appreciate a good salad you save over a thousand chickens, twenty-three lambs, eighteen pigs, and four cows (that's how much meat an average person consumes in their lifetime). Thinks of the lives you would be saving! Also as a bonus the more animals there are that means the more fertilizer there is for the plants.


6. Put pebbles in your toilet. I don't know why you should do this and what it helps but I know it helps SOMETHING! So do it, even though it sounds really weird.


7. Only flush once! That's right, only flush your toilet once a day. The average person uses the bathroom 8 to 9 times a day. That's 40 to 45 gallons of water wasted! Think of all the water you will be saving by putting up with the stink and only flushing at the end of the day. Yeah it's gross, but your saving water so that your great great great grandkids will have potty water.


8. Ditch the car, motorcycle, moped, truck, bus, or whatever kind of vehicle you own (unless it's one of those new SUV's). Gas is NOT good for the air thus not good for the environment, plants, water, animals, people, etc. Walk whenever you can, ride your bike, or carpool. There's so many options out there. Pick one and stick with it while we save the WORLD together!

I hope my environment friendly list helps you. Maybe if we're in it together we can make a difference! Now wouldn't that be cool?

Sincerely,
~Indigo

My Star Wars Experience

Last night my Dad, three other kids, and I ran through furious rain to pack ourselves away in his car so we could go watch the new Star Wars film on the big screen.
After the commercials had blared their message and we had spillled our large tubs of uttery popcorn several times the lights faded and the movie we had come to see began.
It was your typical movie magic experience with comfy but scratchy blue seats beneath you, large speakers surrounding you - belching out their 'noise', and the smell of Coke everywhere. Until, He came.

About halfway through the film who should walk into the room but Darth Vader. Well, it was actually an employee dressed up. You know, to add to the experience. It was pretty cool until the girl I was sitting next to whispered in my ear, "I've never seen a potbelly Sith!" also the little boy behind my seat jumped off of his own chair and hid behind mine while he whined, "I'm scared of Darth Vader Daddy!"
What can I say to that?

Sincerely,
~Indigo

Candle Drama

Okay, this is so my family at candlelight dinners (except I don't have red hair). When there's candles for dinner you know there will not be a silent peaceful moment through the whole meal until the battle is won about who get to blow them out and they are extinguished. My brothers and sisters and I can fight over anything if you give us a chance. We're so bad.

Sincerely,

~Indigo

Flashback 1# (Please Talk Me Out Of This!)!

This Sunday and Saturday I tackled the book 'No One Cares What You Had For Lunch' and it was a complete inspiration! Honestly, who does care about what people had for lunch? Or how people say for their interests:

Reading, listening to music, blogging...etc.

Yeah well, so does everyone! So I decided to go all out and do something that I'm sure no one else has done here on this website. Once a week I will post an entry withdrawn from I very secret Diary. I only pray that no one I know will read them (that would be MAJOR embarrassing!). Alright, here comes the first one:

Dear Diary. Today is November 7th, 2006. [I was 11 when I wrote this]
I am so glad that nobody has read you, ever! If someone did, I would runaway and become a gypsy! And I would never come back! But thank goodness that I shall not have to do that for awhile, at least. You do understand that if anybody read this journal besides me, I do believe the world would end! If anybody read this journal I am sure that I would die! Right then and there!

Drastic, isn't it? Have to go, I think I here someone in the passageway.
As you can see, even back then I was quite ther Drama Queen. But, I suppose I must pack my bags now and runaway for that diary entry is available for thousands of people to read! Wow, what was I thinking? Please talk me out of this mad plan before next week. Please.

Sincerely from a Drama Queen,

~Indigo

My Timeline

If you're anything like me you like to know everything about people. So here's a timeline of my entire life up to here:

• Year 1: I just made my loud and grand debut into the World. Back then I was just a ball of legs, one Alfalfa curl, two enormous green eyes, tiny button nose, and very grabby hands. Oh yeah, and one very big mouth!
• Year 2: Growing everyday in everyway (except heightwise, I was just a tad short)
• Year 3: I perfected my skills at being the most obnoxious girl alive. Also I began to realize at that age that I had a very good arm at throwing rocks at boys. Yes, that was a talent that I mastered when I was quite young.
• Year 4: We had just moved houses and churches. The age four was a year in which I had to adjust to many things.
• Year 5: I began to settle down. I was finally used to my new life in the country and I had started to embrace the change. I also discovered how shiny money was (I was quite your Sylus Marner!).
• Year 6: I met my bff that year. So far we've been best friends for seven years, three months, one week, and six days. Yes, I have been counting. I could also probably figure how many minutes, hours etc. too if I had enough time, but I don't so this will do.
• Year 7: I met my best guy friend that Fall through Homeschool Group. It was also my very first romance. What a big step for me, I was growing up.
• Year 8: Was filled with nail polish, posters, pink clothes, giggles, and secrets. I was rather a Ms. Popularity at 8. I'm ashamed of it now, but back then I pretty much dominated the Pop scene. I wasn't mean, but I definitely WAS annoying!
• Year 9: Was a struggle for me. I gave up my popularity crowd for my bff and was much happier. Everyone still knew me, but I wasn't up there calling all the shots and being followed by a stream of paparazzi. 9 was yet another big milestone in my short life. I started to see what really mattered and got my act together to get rededicated to God. I also started wearing a bra! Definitely a BIG deal:)
• Year 10: I entered the tweenage stage and got my first pimple, on my birthday! What a great gift. At 10 I was still very boy crazy, but thankfully was about to get over that phase. At 10 I thought I was going to be future Mrs. Orlando Bloom so my bathroom door was covered with ripped out magazine pictures of my future husband - much to the annoyance of my older sister (who I shared a room with!)
• Year 11: Was a bit rocky for my family because we had to cope with the sudden miscarriage of a baby. After the miscarriage my Mom was not allowed to try to have kids again for fear of death in labor. But we managed, life went on and I continued to grow.
• Year 12: Has so far been the absolute best! At the beginning it was a little hard. Both of my step-grandfathers died in the span of one month and my entire family was plagued with lice. We found out that the bugs were living in our hair the day before my birthday! Whoop-dee-doo. Year 12 was a blossoming year for me and there were a few confusing patches. I had to get used to what was happening inside of me. But besides that my 12th year was filled with romance, mission trips, chickenpox, and absolute fun! It was my God year.
• Year 13: I can't say much yet about this year since it just started 5 days ago. All I can do is pray that it will be just as wonderful as all the rest, and then some!

Thank you for taking the time to watch me grow from a wailing infant just a few minutes old to a 5'ft. brunette, green-eyed, newly teenager girl. I hope this timeline helps you begin to understand me. But my own family doesn't even know me all that well and they've had to put up with me for 13 years, 5 days, 5 hours, and 42 minutes! I guess my Cell leader is right when she says it takes a lifetime to truly know someone. Well, I got a long way to go if I ever want to know anyone on here decently! So I'll quit typing so I can begin that long process.

Sincerely,

~Indigo

PoEm

LoVe............

ThE wOrD mAkEs Me TiNgLe,

My HeArT sKiPs A bEaT,

i FeEl FrEe,

I wAnT tO sInG aNd LaUgH,

i CoUlD rUn FoReVeR aS lOnG aS i WaS wItH yOu,

HoW wOnDeRfUl It Is,

AnD rIgHt NoW i JuSt WaNt To SoAk It Up!

SiNcErElY,

~InDiGo

Mermaids (Nymphs of the Sea)

Mermaids; there are so many stories about the mysterious creatures. Are they real? Do they still swin around us? Or are they just make believe things of childrens' imagination? I'm sure many people would like to think so but facts have shown that there is a humongous chance that these aren't just fairy tales. Well why not? We have already discovered so many things that we believed impossible! Anything is possible! Honestly, do you always have to see it to believe? Can you just trust what other people have claimed to see? Don't be afraid to believe in 'magical creatures.'

Sure you might get teased and all but in the grand scheme of things it might work out for the best. Who knows, you might be the first person to talk to a Mermaid!

Now I should probably tell you before you go off on an expedition to find Mermaids that not all kinds of Mermaids are freindly. 'They are dark and mysterious creatures in touch with all things magical' as the Peter Pan movie puts it and it speaks the truth. From the books I've read I have been lead to believe that fresh water Mermaids are far more friendly than salt water Mermaids. I suggest you avoid this lot or you may find yourself in a watery grave.

Well I believe I have said enough about these creatures.

Sincerely your fellow Mermaid explorer,

~Indigo

ThInGs AbOuT lIfE tHaT aReN't RiGhT (aT aLl!!!!!((I'm SeRiOuS!!!!!!!)))

I'm sure that everyone thinks that if they were Queen or King of the World they would change a few things, right? Well I know I got more then just a few, I got a whole list. But since (unfortunately I'm not Queen of the World (can you believe it?) I will just state what I would change here, and who knows, maybe someone else will agree with my beliefs and ideas and maybe if they ever become King or Queen of the World will change these things for me (anf if you happen to be that person and you are reading this please except my most sincerest thanks). For starters why on earth did we give Galileo the credit for inventing the telescope? Huh? He stole that idea from an Italian guy and the he took the credit for inventing the 'first telescope.' He was totally stealing and lying and we let him get away with it! Shouldn't we be ashamed of ourselves? So I say that tomorrow March 18th will forever be known as Telescope Day. A day in which we honour the Italian dude who so long ago was robbed of credit of being the first person to invent the telescope. For my second thing I would make it so that all private, christian and public schools held recess for 5 to 17 year olds for 1 hour everyday except on Friday which has recess for 1 and 30 minutes. Thirdly Evolution would not be allowed to be taught in schools anymore and to replace it there will be a class called 'The Hodgy-Podgy Class of Everything Necessary.' And I don't mean 'necessary' like how to change a baby's diaper or anything like that, I mean necessary stuff like how to make fireworks or how to play a ukulele or how to eat fire, or ride the unicycle, or how to make potions and which mushrooms are nonpoisonous, stuff like that. I would also make it so that people who weren't born in America can still run for president. I would also have the Cottingly Gardens opened back up for the public. Well I think that's enough for now,

Sincerely,

Indigo

P.S. See? This is why we need a kid to rule!

Funny Story

Ok, I heard the funniest story yesterday (except for the people in it) and I just have to share it with you:
This girl walks up to her boyfriend at school and just starts telling him how much she loves him and stuff like that, and the boy looks at the girl and says "lover without the 'l' spells over." Well the girl starts bawling and sputtering and the guy just stands there acting all cool while he sips his Mountain Dew. Well the girl's best friend had seen the WHOLE thing and she was outraged. And boys you can mess with your girlfriend but you don't ever EVER want to mess with your girlfriend's bff. So the bff of the girl walks over to the boy and gets right up in his face and says "how dare you do that to my bff!" and the boy just stands there sipping his Mountain Dew which makes the bff really mad so she says "if I was your girlfriend I would poison your Mountain Dew!" and the boy looks at her and says "girl, if you were my girlfriend I would drink it." and saying that he walked off.
See? Wasn't that hilarious? (Except for the girl)

Sincerely,

Indigo

Clover and 'Normal'

I have to admit it, sometimes I wish I was just a little more like everyone else, just a little more 'normal'. We all do. But what is normal? Nobody can define 'normal' becuase there is no such thing as 'normal'. We are all extremely different, just some of us can hide it better than others. They are the ones who we think are 'normal'. But it is impossible to be 'normal' because we don't know what it is. So they are few who are brave and decide to break away and make themselves up instead of having these 'normal' people do it. Yes, they do get teased and sometimes their lives are miserable. But at least they are being true to themselves and are fulfilling their dreams, and they are happy, very happy, because they are free from the term of 'normal'. Even though sometimes I do wish I was more 'normal' it is very rare. I'm am very glad of who I am, I wouldn't want to be any different. And the truth is, when you step away from the 'normal' crowd people start noticing you, yeah a lot of it is mean attention but you also get noticed by wonderful people because you've finally stepped away and they're seeing you for the first time. What I use as an example is clover. They are almost all the same, but once in awhile you find one that is different, a four leaf clover. Have you ever noticed how out numbered the four leaf clovers are? There are trillions of three leafed clovers but there are only thousands of four leaf clovers. I have yet to find one. But also, have you ever noticed that the four leaf clovers are the lucky ones, because they are so very and extremely rare. And whenever I start to wish that I was just maybe a little bit more 'normal' I just think of myself as a four leaf clover that is bringing luck to whoever takes the time to discover me (now I know that sounds kinda cheesy, but sometimes you just have to go for the cheese!). There are billions upon gazillions of unique people around you, you just have to look and I'm sure you'll find one. But if you try to become friends with someone who is 'normal' you won't be able to pick one out because they are all the same, tiny pieces of sand in the vast desert known as our world. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my ramblings!

Sincerely,

Indigo

My Year

I know that 2007 has been over for awhile now but I never wrote anything about the whole picture of what that year was to me. I would definitely say that it and last year have been the best two years of my entire life. Even though a lot of sad and horribe things happened to me I think they helped me see how wonderful a year it had really been, it helped me appreciate it a whole lot more. For example my two Step-Granfathers died which was a very sad thing to the whole family, I loved them both very much. We also had lice for three months and it was the grossest thing that had ever happened to me, I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. But a million wonderful things happened to me that year that I could never dreamed of! So even to ya'lls dismay they were really personal so I'm not going to share right now. That year, I think changed me more than I had ever been changed in one time before. I learned so many new things and felt so many new and wonderful/strange/jump-out-of-your-pants-scary, but I have to admit it, it was very worth it. I don't believe I've ever had such a good year and I know that I probably will never have one like it again. I am so glad for that year and all the things I saw and all the awesome and enchanting people I met. And even though that year was very tough and I was thrown in a lot of nightmarish and uncomfortable situations and I had a lot of burdens, I'm glad I went through them because they were (and this is very confusing to say) brought me the bestest year ever.

Sincerely,

Indigo

P.S. I can only hope that 2008 will be just as good.

Swaziland

Swaziland

Dear Blog...yesterday we got back from Africa. The trip was amazing! I can't even begin to describe how life changing it was to go to a third world country. I'm still not sure about everything but I do know that I am going back and that I am going to find a way to help the people I met.
I will never be able to forget that trip or the places I went, the things I saw and heard and the people I met. I know that this trip has changed me somehow but I don't know how yet.
Sincerely,
~Indigo