On the wednsday before thanksgiving we had church @ 6:30 pm and it wasn't really even a church service, We did 3-4 songs of praise and 2 0ld testament readings and I think 3 times
when people got to stand up and say what they were thankful for.
I said that I was thankful that even though the Browns (My Mom's Parents and 7 of her younger siblings) moved away I was thnkful that at least somebody stayed with us.
But on a lighter note we had thanksgiving at Stephanie and Justin (Aunt and Uncle's) house and had big thick juicy steak instead of turkey, And had to listen to My Dad's younger brother Benjamin scream at the top of his lungs at the football players while we waited to be allowed to watch a movie called holes.

We the undersigned
The harassed occupants of the bedroom in the west wing of the Homemade House do declare with our legal signatures
That any person who dares to enter our bedroom uninvited will be evacuated from the afore said room and be escorted without any undue violence to our
Mother where the offender will be disciplined according to the seriousness of his or her crime(s) and will be obliged to:
1. Apologize
2. Give a sort of restitution.
Anyone who disobeys these requirements repeatedly will be punished by the Father and by being obliged to take down their document of rights to privacy as it will be hypocrisy to sisters. Keep it posted to their door(way) whilst they are not complying with the exact wishes that they impose upon us.
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This is what the "Legal Document" that we (Kaitlyn,Lydia,and Myself) are trying to get Dad and Mom to sign says. Well actually we tried to get Mom to sign it but she won't until Dad does and
so we have it hanging on our door with only our signatures on it...But it should work to keep out
the other kids who stand juuuuust inside the door and say "ha ha iii'm in yooour rooom!"

ps. the line under the document itself is where we sign, But Mom and Dad sign on the line

This is my all time favorite painting that is done by christian riese lassen. It is called: Peaceful Moments. I have a binder with this picture on it and I traced it on to a piece of tracing paper and sent it to my Great Gandpa and Great Grandma Goldsmith.

well that's all for now.

It has always been intriguing to me how the gods of India are painted to have blue skin. I looked it up, in a book and I read that they think blue skin is a sign that the god is an incarnation of Brama (I think that's how it is spelled).
But I have noticed that in all of the Indian myths I have read none of the goddesses in them have had blue skin. So this is just a pretty picture I guess...

Who loves horses? I do. They are my very favorite animal. And I am going to have one someday (I hope ;) they are so easy to ride too! Personally I can't see why people think you need all these lessons to be able to ride a horse... I realize that I need to polish up and practice to be able to do stuff like gallop, canter, or trot...But I didn't need a whole bunch of lessons and practice with people practically holding on to the saddle! And what was even more fun than waiting for Grandma Brown to saddle Carmela up with her blanket and bit/bridle was leading her up to the upper field w/o any blanket or saddle and just leading each other around on her while she ate the grass down and saved us some mowing!

Who likes faeries? I do, but I can't quite see where this ones wings are. Can you? Well I like faeries because they are so mysterious. And because well I don't know off the top of my head but they are so beautiful! Well that's all I have to say right now. Adios

This is an early picture of the "Homemade House" for all you people who might be wondering. Well I just want to say that when I say "we built our house" I do not mean that we hired someone to do the dirty work and we picked out the carpets and paint. I mean we spent long hours cutting down and burning trees, digging 3-4 foot deep holes, digging a 6 ft hole for septic testing, laying the foundation, and finally... building the house itself. The fact that some of my uncles and second cousins plus my Aunt's boyfriend Paul Watson didn't die in their feats of derring-do during the process more than proved (to me at least) that God truly controls everything. (including the future of certain fearless uncles and second cousins ;P)

Do you want to know what artist's work I love the most? My favorite is God's but my favorite earthly artist's work is Christian Reese Lassen. His work is so beautiful! I don't know why it appeals to me so much... It just does. Well what do you think about it? I think his paintings are just so beautiful. This one is almost my favourite but not quite. I probably like it so much because it has all that blue in it (blue is my favorite colour).
It seems so unbelievable that a human being could do such beautiful pictures but if you think about it, just imagine... If a created creature can do something so wonderful how beautiful can the stuff that God makes be? It quite blows my mind that something so beautiful as this is probably hideous and crude compared to say... A painting that God who is unmatchable
could make by thinking about it. Well, I think I'd better wrap this up for now.

This is my Aunt Carisa,I remember that she thought her hair was messy if it didn't look like that. Dad would tease her mercilessly by rubbing his hand over her hair the wrong way. She bought hairspring in a huge spray can, The kind that is supposed to last 6-9 weeks. They lasted about 3-4 weeks for her cause she sprayed her hair so thickly with it that when she wiped off the access spray she needed to wipe her hands on a towel! But she was a great friend. One time she and Amanda (seen in next post) made two piniatas and bought candy with their own money and let us break them and have the candy!
Well Carisa if you read this please comment and tell me what you think :)

This is Amanda, She is about 5 or 4 1/2 months older than me. she is 13 now but I'm catching up! I'm going to be a teenager next year! And I'm going to have a birthday party at the river.(I hope) When we first moved here Amanda was my best buddy we did everything together . It was : Me and Amanda, Kaitlyn and Briana, and Lydia and Alaura. But then when Bonna got older the buddies passed up the line and Lydia was best buddies with William and Patrick henry.
Sometimes Michelle,Weasy,Carisa,Amanda,Me,And Bonna
would get swimsuits on and go slip out (with all of our Mom's permisson) and go swimming at spring creek.
Well Manda same to you as Krissa comment to show that you look at my blog and saw this post. :)

Early this morning a local resident woke to a strange noise, A peculiar gasping and snorting noise was being made beneath her bedroom window! she peeked out and saw... THE WERE-NERD! The awful beast has not yet been caught but the Police are reported to be hot on its tail.
If the witnesses are to be believed this is a picture of the horrible creature. It is reported to be cross-eyed because it accidentally looked into a mirror after it had finished ravaging a house.
If you see it don't run! It hops like a Kangaroo
to get around and once it's caught sight of you get to a car or a baseball bat or you're a goner. Well this is the warning that everybody that doesn't know about the fearsome monster should hear.

This week Dad wants us to blog about Gods acts of providence to our family.
So I'm going to blog about how my being born caused us to end up in Texas...
The place where Dad worked had just shut down and Mom was so pregnant with
me that she had quit her job so Dad had applied at Organic Technologies (then called Wiley Organics) but they never
answered him and he was getting discouraged. But Mom and Grandma Coghlan
kept encouraging him to pester them and they called on the very day I was born.
And if he hadn't worked his way up from janitor to manager of the shipping and inventory department then vision Forum wouldn't have hired him so there is the story of hgdr9fmy being born made us wind up here. :D