Sunday Afternoon Hike

Yesterday afternoon, about five families including mine went to Fish Creek in Glacier Park to hike. Not my idea of a perfect day, but over all it was fun and not too hot. That I was thankful for. We saw a mule deer during the hike and afterward we all went and got cold ice cream (of course, ice cream is always cold anyway). Yum! It was a worthwhile trip and not something that happens every day, and for that I enjoyed it. As far as I hope y'all enjoyed the trip, too!

A Funny Poem...

I know I've been lacking subjects to write about, but yesterday I found something while cleaning out my room (not my favorite thing to do) that's a change in subjects. You might remember this one, Hannah; you wrote it. I hope you don't mind. :) So, here it is:


A Day on Da Slope

Last Januvary, ven eet vas very few degree,
My volks und vamily, ve go ov ta ski.
Ve ski Beeg Mountain, eet qvite surprising be.
Like our beloved Alpines in dee olt country.
Vee geet our passes, tack them on,
Then vee go to geet our gear.
Me cousins study hard da map
Of how ta geet around here.
Ve make our plan, vind lift, hop on,
Ve know eet vill be lot of fun.
Een pairs ve go, I ride vith cousin Sven,
He talk and talk da whole ride up,
I veesh for earplugs then.
Ve geet to top, vun trail looks nice,
But Sven won't go, und ve geet inta fight.
He says my trail's good,
But Bighorn better still.
He tells me chust ta take a look,
My head begins ta reel.
As I look down da precipice,
Veeth mogul und tree vell,
I start ta think dat cousin Sven,
He is qvite dumbell.
Ve chose a trail called Grey Wolf,
Eet look like eet be fun.
Eet turned out to be an
Eenteresting one.


Yea, I know it's very unusual and...different, but at least it was something worth posting about. For about five minutes after I read this poem, my mind thinks Sveedish-like, and it be hard to talk regular. Hope you enjoyed it!

Books

I know, I know, ANOTHER post about books, but as you probably know I don't really have anything else to post about. If you're not interested in this, you don't have to read it, and if you are interested, then here it is: I LOVE writing, reading, and just about anything to do with books. Well, there you have it. Not very interesting or amazing, but it's the truth all the same. I hope you liked this post, even though it wasn't very long.

What can I post about?

I'd been wondering what I could post about next, and I came up with the idea to post about posting about something. I know, I know, it's a little confusing and weird, but I got a little desperate to post about something, and this is all I could come up with. Also, as soon as I get some, I'll post pictures and movies so my blog will at least get a little more interesting. I (hopefully) won't keep you waiting for long!

Father's Day (Eve)

I know you are probably not a father, but tomorrow is Father's Day and this is just a reminder to wish your father a happy day tomorrow and maybe do something special with him. After all, without him you wouldn't be here right now. I know this post was short, but that was all I could think of. Happy Father's Day!

Rodeo Win!

Well, remember the post I made earlier about a rodeo? You might not believe it, but my brother Eric actually won $96 when he was bull riding last night! That means he rode 8 seconds on a full-grown horned bull! I may not like the sport, but I am so happy for him! He's been wanting to win ever since he started, and now he has (I can hardly believe it)! Later, if I get it, I'll post a video of him riding, if you're interested. Yay, Eric!

Inkheart

Okay, by now you're probably thinking, "Why is Nim posting about SO many books on her blog?!" The truth is, I apsatively, positootly LOVE reading and writing books. So, that said, here is ANOTHER teaser, from a book called Inkheart by Cornelia Funk...

Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain.Many years later, Meggie had only to close her eyes and she could still hear it, like tiny fingers tapping on the windowpane. A dog barked somewhere in the darkness, and however often she tossed and turned Meggie couldn't get to sleep. The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages. "I'm sure it must be very comfortable sleeping with a hard, rectangular thing like that under your head," her father had teased the first time he found a book under her pillow."Go on, admit it, the book whispers its story to you at night." "Sometimes, yes," Meggie had said. "But it only works for children." Which made Mo tweak her nose. Mo. Meggie had never called her father anything else. That night -when so much began and so many things changed forever- Meggie had one of her favorite books under her pillow, and since the rain wouldnt let her sleep she sat up, rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes, and took it out. Its pages rustled promisingly when she opened it. Meggie thought the first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on whether or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her. But she needed light. She had a box of matches hidden in the drawer of her bedside table. Mo had forbidden her to light candles at night. He didn't like fire. "Fire devours books," he always said, but she was twelve years old, she surely could be trusted to keep an eye on a couple of candle flames. Meggie loved to read by candlelight. She had five candlesticks on the wondowsill, and she was just holding the lighted match to one of the black wicks whan she heard footsteps outside. She blew out the match in alarm -oh, how she remembered it, even many years later- and knelt to look out of the window, which was wet with rain. Then she saw him...

Okay, there you have it. Sorry it was really long, but you know why I can't stop sometimes. Once again, I hope you liked it!

The Gingerbread Mushroom

For those of you who don't know, a few of my friends and I have a blog mainly for writing fairytale stories. It starts with The Frizz, and Otter continues that same story, then MennoGirl, then me, and so on and so on until we have this hilariously wacko story. If you are interested in that sort of thing, you'll really like this blog with an original fairytale that is worth reading. We just began the story, but we'll have more soon. Just go to http://www.gbmushroom.blogspot.com and read the beginning of a wonderfully captivating story...

Back From Camping

Well, I must say, it was very fun camping for those two days. We roasted chicken, hot dogs and marshmallows over a campfire, played card games in the spare time we had, went canoeing across lake Koocanusa and waded by the shore, took bike rides all over the campground, got rained out inside leaky tents, and slept for two cold nights in the damp, leaky tents. All in all, a very enjoyable and relaxing camping trip. Besides the fact that I basically live in a forest, we only go camping a few times a year, which makes it more enjoyable. We plan to go camping again at the end of this month, and, even though I just got back from one, I can't wait to go again. It's just so fun!

Rodeo

Tonight, my brother is going to take his first ride on a bull at a rodeo (which is more than just a crazy, deadly thing to do, if you ask me). He says it's fun and that he can't wait to do it (though I'm kinda disappointed, I wanted all three brothers for a little longer). And soon we'll see how it turns out...

...Wow. Now that I'm back from the rodeo, I have to admit it was better than I thought it would be. The good thing is my brother didn't get himself killed riding that bull, but I don't suggest riding a bull at a rodeo, unless you want to (I highly doubt it, it looks way too dangerous).

The Kingdom Series

I have recently been reading a series of books called the "Kingdom" series. It's a wonderfully written series written by Chuck Black. The books are really the story of the entire Bible, set in medieval times. With no magic, intense battle scenes, and much more, it's a really fascinating series, and I recommend reading it, if you are interested in that sort of thing. Here is a little part of one of the books...

Leinad grabbed the sword and started his run back to the boulders. Off to his right he spotted the hilt of a second sword almost covered in dirt. He chanced a detour to retrieve the second sword, though he knew the extra time might cost him. The thick vegetation of the tree line moved and parted. A dragamoth leapt through the opening and screeched the cry of a merciless predator...

I know this is the second teaser of a book I've posted, but it shows how much I enjoy the company of an exiting story. I hope you liked this one, too!