Bible Books Song (Bigsby)

You have to check this out! It's the best Bible books song out there. It's got a great tune too! Check it out!

-Courtney-

Dreams......

Dreams.....It's strange that even while you're sleeping your brain is still working. Dreams work in the strangest of ways. For instance, you may have one dream where everything is like a play or a skit and you can redo the scenes in your dream, whereas, you may have dreams where everything seems very real, dreams where you are running for your life, being kidnapped, etc.

I've had many different kinds of dreams. I've dreamt that I was a completely different person; I've dreamt dreams where I'm me one minute and someone else the next. I've dreamt of bugs living in my skin that only came out when I got hot (particularly when I was in bed under the covers). Weird! I've even dreamt of places that had bathrooms that had toilets and sinks strewn hopelessly around the room without stalls or anything.

One time I dreamed that my old school teacher, Ms. Mead who was my teacher in 1st & 2nd grade, was into strange, mystical ideas (If you get my meaning). We had, in my dream, driven over to her "house" after she (and some other lady in the cult) had invited us over to discuss religious beliefs. Boy, did that place give me the creeps! Even in my dream, I could feel an evil presence (not that it really was an evil presence that I felt, it just seemed like it in my dream).

Another time I dreamed that Mom ran our Trail Blazer off a cliff and into a lake of some sort. It wasn't really scarey though 'cause we all floated towards the water very sloooooooooooowly.

It seems to me that now all my dreams are controllable. I can create for myself a villain and then simply toss him to the discard pile, or I could just have myself beat 'im up or......well, you get the picture. It's kind of strange because everything in my dreams can change just like that. I could be running for my life one minute, and the next be playing tag with some little kid.

I don't believe I've ever had a nightmare in my life. Don't get me wrong, I have had some freaky-ish dreams but nothing you could really call a nightmare. God has been really good to this family, protecting our minds from Satan's grasping talons.

Sleepwalking is one of the strangest types of dreaming. Your mind is stuck in another world while your body is back in the real world. I don't believe I've ever sleep walked in my life, but it sure would be an adventure, don't you think? My brother has done it a few times.

Mom and Dad said that one time, when Will was 4 or 5 maybe, he, in the middle of the night, walked into their room and started pressing buttons on the TV. When asked what in the world he was doing, Will replied with a, "I'm trying to get a drink!" After several unsuccessful attempts, Will simply gave up on the "soda fountain" and returned to his bed, the fire in his parched throat had yet to be quenched. Pretty weird, huh?

That reminds me.... Have you ever had a time when you were half asleep and all of a sudden it's like you're falling, and then you "hit the bottom" and jump awake? Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Sorry, but it's kind of hard to put into words. Ever had that happen to you? It's happened to me a few times....it's really....weird... I don't know any other way to explain it.....

Well, I reckon I'll be done writing for now, but if you care to tell me of some of your dreaming experiences, feel free to write me at EivarlostOfEverlasting@gmail.com. What's with my email address? Who's Eivarlost?

Pretty stupid really.... I liked the word everlasting, took 'everlast,' changed a few letters, added an 'i' and (walla!) Eivarlost. Stupid? ......Mom hates the name..... Why, you ask? ...because she thinks it sounds like 'everlost.' Maybe it does. I...I still see it as only a name though. She seems to think otherwise. I don't know that she's right, but I don't know that she's wrong either. If God shows me that it's wrong, then fine I'll let the name go, but if it's just a name, and no harm in it, then....I don't know.

I really like it because, well, it's so unique. It's a name that noone in all the world has ever thought of but me. I just want a name for myself. Different, unique, so that I'm the only one with it. A name is special, and that's why I like it. Plus, heh, it's got all my favorite letters in it: 'a', 'e', 'i', 'o', 's', and 't'. What's so special about them? I don't know. I only see Eivarlost as a name with no meaning. Come to think of it, my full name has all of those letters too. Not that it has any meaning....

Sorry, I'm rambling on about things of no importance. I'll stop now. God bless and good night! ....or day if it is that where you live...lol, sorry.

-Courtney-

Five More Dolls

Not to long ago my mom told me how much her mom (my grandma) liked dolls. She said I should make her one. She said I could also make one for some other family members. So I started to to cut out the pieces soon after that. Then I thought that maybe I could give the dolls to them for Christmas. I would have to make five; one for each of my aunts and one for each of my grandmas. Well, sadly, I haven't been making them so I will have to work probably every day on them to get them done on time. I've already sewn two of the dolls faces by hand but I still have a long way to go. One of my grandmas sews and made some dolls for my mom when my mom was a kid so I know I have to have a doll for her ready on Christmas. If I can't make them all on time I want to at least have a doll for each grandma. My mom is working on a quilt so I have to wait my turn on the sewing machine. But she's making the quilt for me so I'll wait my turn! The reason the dolls take a long time is because you have to cut out the pieces, sew the face by hand (which is hard because you have to think about if the eyes are going to turn out to far to the side when you finish sewing it etc), sew a seam on the legs and arms leaving a space to stuff it at the end, then sew those on the bodice, after which you stuff it and sew up the holes left before for the stuffing. When you FINALLY finish that you have to sew yarn on the head for hair which takes time and patience. Well that is what I have to do in a few month's time. Well my mom isn't all that much better off. She's going to sew clothes for all five dolls. I hope I can finish them but while I still have time I'm going to work on the dolls!

-Jaime Robinson-

Freedom To Peck: A Story Written Together

Freedom To Peck
By: The Robinsons

Johnny Pecker, a runt of a chicken, squeezed through the wire fence that surrounded the henhouse, and took off with a sprightly bound across the yard. Mother had scolded him for pecking at everything in his path, including his twelve siblings, so he had escaped while his mother was napping drowsily on her new batch of eggs. Joyfully, he moseyed about until he came upon an enormous tractor tire, which he immediately began pecking happily. Losing interest in the tire, he proceeded toward the tool shed, where he hammered his beak on several rusty tools which were strewn carelessly on the ground beside the shed. As he was pecking away at the tools, he noticed a peculiar looking snake snoozing in the afternoon sun, and because of his curious nature, he decided to investigate. This was the life! How wonderful it was to be finally free of his strict mother and her lenghthy lectures!

Cautiously at first, Johnny pecked on the snake because he wanted a playmate. As the snake did not awaken immediately, he began to peck even more insistently. Growing impatient with this slothful reptile, Johnny began to tease it rudely,"You are just as lazy as you are rubbery, and your head looks funny too!" When the snake did not respond to these taunts, he began to peck at its back more viciously than ever. Out of nowhere, a drenching waterspout rushed into his beak, causing him to be violently thrown into the air befor landing in a soggy heap.

Running frantically, he sped to the henhouse where his mother was just awakening from her nap, which had been most refreshing for once, since Johnny had not been there to cause trouble. In a panic, Johnny rushed under his mother's stretching wings, relieved that he had not been killed by the savage beast, and had lived to see his dear mother again. Since he was soaked and hungry, his mother kept him by her side and fed him some warm cornmash. Gratefully, Johnny nestled beneath her cozy wings and watched his siblings play. He was even glad to leave them alone because he had learned a lesson about pecking on others. Never again would Johnny desert the henhouse, not even for freedom to peck as he pleased.

THE END

-Courtney-

HisKidsRadio

His Kids Radio is a Christian radio station for kids. It's got some awesome music and radio shows. You can even enter their "Song Request Contest" which is where you enter in the song you want them to play and they draw out some requests and place them on the "Song Request Contest" page. It's pretty cool. They play some neat songs. You can listen to it on my site-stealthy2843.webs.com-or you can listen to it on the original site-hiskids.net. I'd put the station on here but it just looks horrible because of how big it is.......


-Courtney-