It is 9:10 and I am just starting this post. I am listening to El Shaddai as I type, and I am trying to type quietly because everybody has gone to bed. Its funny how certain people like to sneak out here hoping that nobody hears them as they open the fridge. And its also funny how Gwandle can make a person freak when she jumps on you when you aren't expecting you; its just so quite right now. And thats rare, normally in our house its always noisy, but then you have to expect that with six kids making noise. Its only six kids because Nate, Josiah and I of course don't make any noise. Its really hard to write because I know my parents want me to go to bed but they are letting me stay up. And my dad doesn't like me blogging period, but he lets me, but it puts a damper on it when you know your parent(s) don't like it completely. I try to do whats right and obey them but if I don't write I get "ugly", like Elizabeth Etnoyer, when she is deprived of her piano she gets cranky. Its not that I like to write ( I do) but I need to write, I don't know why. Sometimes I think if I just go back to journaling I fell better about it because I know that my dad wont mind. I don't want to go back to journaling though because on a blog I can get comments and I can post pictures and since I cant really express myself verbally this way people can know what goes through my mind when I cant say anything. I guess I'll just have to let everything work out.
Elijah accidentally punched my mouth, so my tooth is lose. I don't really mind if it falls out because I am curious to see if it would grow back again. I have lost this particular tooth twice already and it has grown back. It will be two minutes until I have spent an hour on this computer, so I guess I should stop. I think I should write stuff out ahead of time so that I can copy it on here and not spend so much time on the computer. Besides Gwandle just left.
9 years ago
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I like that *accidently* part of it makes it seem like he was not trying to hit you. just like the kick he did to me. chelsea doesn't help the noise either. some day when I'm at your house I'm going to like scream at everyone to be guiet. its that bad believe or not.
Joseph, you have two advantages over us. One, not so many children. Two, your mom is not half deaf like I am. I often have to remind myself that our house is noisier to other people than it is to me, simply because I can't hear as well. I myself tend to talk loud because of my deafness.
Sarah, Daddy doesn't mind the blogging, per se. He just doesn't like any of us spending too much time on the computer in general. For instance, Daddy just came out to take Nathanael to work, and he said, "Get off that computer, Mama," using a tone of voice that means he knows I do useful stuff on here, but he's giving me a friendly reminder that there are other things to do.
And why does Gwandle insist on sleeping on the mouse pad? Makes it hard to use the mouse.
Whats the per se part for? She insists on sleeping on the keyboard when I am here, so I don't think the mouse would be that bad. Probably wants attention.
Yeah, he admitted that it wasn't an accident when he kicked you, not that we all didn't already know that. But he still claims it was an accident when he hit me. I am used to noise so I don't know how bad it can be, even the dog barking in my bedroom or her chewing on a plastic bottle are loud noises that I barely hear any more. You go ahead and scream, I am not sure if anybody will care since John and Timmy are already screaming.
Oh yeah, mom, remember when Elijah wanted to start a blog and dad said no, he had enough problem with you and I blogging? Did that mean he didn't like it or that we spent to much time?
so "journey that takes long" how did you think of the name.
i don't know, just came to mind the other day.
I like that site that translated it. might be very helpful.
Hi Sarah,
I don't express myself verbally very well either, and writing helps. It's not always a good thing though, because what comes out of me is sometimes pretty unsanctified. The quiet me can be better than the online me. Time alone with the Lord in abundance is time well spent. You can't get too much and your parents will never complain about it. And the Lord is the only one who can actually change our hearts and help us to be more who we want to be. I've deleted plenty of posts from my blog when I came back later in a more sanctified state of heart and realized they were not things I wanted to share with the world. Oh, btw, I do enjoy getting to know you by your blog! Sylvia
Sarah, all I know is that Daddy and I did not want Elijah on the internet that much. Daddy's not a blog person. He told me this morning that as long as your priorities are right in everything else, and blogging is a spare time thing, you're okay to blog.
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