Life.

Hello, all. I haven't posted in some time, so here is what I have been doing instead:

We hosted a Christmas Ball! It was essentially a Christmas event, in honor of me and Cori's birthdays, which are three days apart.

(Most of these pictures were taken on a phone, so they're rather blurry.)

Daniel and Sarah, doing Virginia Reel

Korobushka

This, folks, is a photographic example of exactly how much harder I laugh at things than anyone else.

I even got this guy who went to community college with me to come! And since he and Cameron are both huge geeks, he even had someone to hang out with, besides me. 

Virginia Reel

Hannah Joy came to visit us and helped with putting up our Christmas tree, among other things.

Having the tall person put our Captain America star up. 

I also had a birthday.

At the restaurant we went out to.

Yes, Autumn is wearing a top hat. 

Yup. 17 years old now.



Insect update!


Mom got me three Glorious Scarab beetle larvae for my birthday.

And my Hercules beetles have grown quite a bit and should be pupating within the next few months.

Hercules

Mom also gave me cocoons for both Polyphemus moths and Promethea moths, which should emerge sometime between May and June. All very exciting. 

Other than that, I survived my first term at community college and even got all A's. *pats self on back*  We have been swamped with orders for blacksmithing forges from our home business, what with people buying them as Christmas gifts. And the first calf was born this morning! A healthy, 80 lb heifer. 

Also, Christmas shopping, music-ing and CrossFit. 

SO. That's my life.

p.s

Christmas music+Owl City= this

Thankfulness Tag

Stolen from me Mum

I have been tagged by Hannah Joy for this Thankfulness Tag. Ignore the silly coloring, Blogger is being mean today. 

Here we go:

1.  What is your favorite quote or verse that reminds you to be thankful?

Mmmm.... Difficult one. I love all of the letters Paul writes in the New Testament. But I'll go with this one from Hebrews. 

“What is mankind that you are mindful of them,

a son of man that you care for him?

You made them a little lower than the angels;

you crowned them with glory and honor

and put everything under their feet.”

In putting everything under them, God left nothing that is not subject to them. Yet at present we do not see everything subject to them. But we do see Jesus, who was made lower than the angels for a little while, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.

Hebrews 2:6-9

2. Who are you thankful for?

           Well. My family, obviously. And most everyone, for one reason or another. But in particular my friend, Cameron. I've known her since I was... Oh, about 10, and she's been ever constant. She moved to Alaska for a couple of years and still actively sought my friendship, despite the distance. She's listened to me complain, she's comforted me, she's told me I'm an idiot when I need it (which is almost always) and she has basically always been there for me. And also my cousin Brenna, she is the only other person always there when you need her. Love ya darlings. :P 

3. What live events are you thankful for?

My entire upbringing has been something to be thankful for. Between homeschooling, exceptionally good parents and generous grandparents enabling us to live on farm, I've pretty much had it as good as you possibly could.

4. What is something you are grateful for but don't oftentimes don't think about?

Gravity. ;)

5. What are you going to do to show people your gratitude for them?

I shall bake them lots of pumpkin pie and feed it to them. 

But really, I think what Hannah said on this pretty much covers it. You don't necessarily have to DO something to be grateful, but you can always act selflessly. 

Happy Thanksgiving you lot! Go hug someone you're thankful for or somefin. 

Unbelievable

There's A New Blogger In Town

To my associates,


Gents, there's a new blogger in town and I want to know the reason why. My informants tell me this dame looks and acts like a regular writer with all the appearance of an innocent. But the word on the street is there's more to her than meets the eye. Undercover copper, they say. As you gents know, my "business" can't afford a pink poking their noses were they don't belong and this one is already following me. Packing heat too. Now my job for you fellas is to get on this dame and follow her.

One more thing: The Piano Girl is her handle. Watch her every move and there's something in it for you. 


          -B

P.S

Give this a listen and tell me what ya think.

Something Beautiful

So my friend Cameron and I wrote a poem. It stemmed from a conversation about visiting Ireland and kidnapping the queen and.... Well, here. XD

Me:

A trip to Ireland? That sounds like fun!

First there and if we're not caught, 

we'll run off to England to find Hiddleston!

Cameron:

What’s this we’re doing, you ask in horror

“Nothing much”, I say with a sneer. 

“I’m just kidnapping the Queen here, my dear.” 

“We’ll get all her money, since she won’t want to die.”

“Then run away to Ireland, to Ireland we fly!” 

Why so cruel?! Why this evil deed?!

“To get Hiddleston

Who’s as handsome as you could plead.

Me:

This evil deed will be no difficulty,

Not with the consulting criminal

James Moriarty! 

Although it's true, they thought he was dead,

Do you really think someone could be killed, 

With that kind of a head?

Cameron:

Sherlock is worried.

What’s this he hears?

“Moriarty is alive?!”

“I think that I’ve had too many beers.”

But wait, there’s more?!

More news comes to shore!

Two girls, (from the U.S, no doubt)

Have taken the Queen and spun her about! 

Her dress is in tatters

Her crown is gone 

“I’ve been out of town too long!”

“Where are they now?”

Footsteps come ‘round…

“Miss me darling? I’ve been out of town…..”

Me:

"Come now John, the game is on!"

His friend rolls his eyes

"Oh Moriarty, you great moron."

And meanwhile, back on the farm

Two American girls are holding the queen

Laughing their heads off, in an old barn.

Cameron: 

Back on the farm, In an old barn

We shook our heads and laughed

But suddenly, right outside

Who should appear?

Sherlock and Co. coming

To get her Majesty 

“Surrender or die!”

Yells He with glee

“NEVAH OH EVER”

Yells we with ….fear

When suddenly (yes, suddenly again) 

A HIDDLESTON APPEARS 

Manly and tall

With daggers and all.

“Let the girls go!

Your fight is with me!”

So we escaped 

And ran into the night

While the sound

Of daggers and gunshots

Blurred our sight.

But then, out of nowhere

Comes Tom with the Queen.

“You saved us!”

We scream

“What’s my name, darling?

He says with a smirk

I almost faint

You just gagged

And said with a sneer

“Our lifesaver. Now get out of here” 

“No!” I yell

And run to his side

You laugh 

And rule the world with us.

Me:

The Queen returned home, Jim behind bars

A unexpected rescue, a fight in the dark

Leaves Sherlock at home, shooting holes in the walls

Now to my friend, everyone bows

As Cam is queen of Jotunheim,

I can return to my cows. 

Playing Dress-up

 
                   This isn't the sort of thing I'm going to be blogging about on a regular basis, but I think this event was unusual enough to justify it. If you don't think so, then ignore this post. XD

                   So, we attended a Disney themed homeschooler prom held by a family from art school (MSOA), held at what was essentially a mansion/castle.

Here.

I really wasn't sure I wanted to go when we first heard about it. Actually, I was quite sure I DIDN'T want to go. Because what good, self respecting homeschooler wants to have to admit to having gone to prom?? However, Mom bought a ticket for me anyway, and she and my sisters convinced me to go. Besides, my two friends were going to be there. So I agreed. Even wore a pink dress.

My cousin/friend Brenna. Putting a scarf over my face. 

 I am so very proud of my face in this picture.

                                      That extra girl is April, she rode with us.

Though Cori's is pretty good in this one. 

My lovely Cameron. She's one of my favorites. 

Me and two of my sisters. 

         Apparently, proms are mostly about dressing up and taking pictures. Not sure why. *shrug*
       

Sister Cori. Blacksmith extraordinaire.

Sister Cassie. Seamstress extraordinaire.

Mom made me wash. My. Feet. AND paint my toenails. AND wear heels, ghastly things. 

                  And in the end, I'm actually glad I went.  It was something worth doing once in your life.

A Bright Patch of Shadow

A poem I wrote about my friend Cameron.

She’s both something new and something of old,

Ancient and young, quiet and bold,

She’s just something else and yet something familiar,

A bright patch of shadow, the line of a song,

ringing through the ages, pure, lovely and strong.

Starlight and fire are entwined in a haze,

And you can’t tell them apart when you’re caught in her gaze.

Did you see her there, dancing alone in the night?

Was she really there, or was it a trick of the light?

A moment here, an instant present,

But that’s what she is, don’t try to fight it.

A bright patch of shadow, singing a song in the quiet.