WoW! It's been almost a year since I last posted. XD I can't BEElieve time flew by so fast! I recently made a Gacha Comics page and a YouTube Channel called Ridiculous Jeetle. I have tons of videos of my cats and other random things. There is a button below if you guys wanna check it out! At this point in time hurricane Florence hit the USA. Thankfully it was only just a bunch of rain and wind at my house.
I don't know when, but God has called me to go to Costa Rica. To do what? Well, I'm not EGGactly sure, besides using puppets to minister to kids. The past two weeks I've been learning Spanish. Just the other day I started singing, "Una ensalada de tomate!" which means, "A tomato salad". It's just so much fun to say! My cat loudly agrees with me. XD It's so cool to see God move and work in life. Because he has called me to Costa Rica everything else makes sense. All the puzzle pieces are falling into place. I understand some of the things I went through a little better than I did. I am so thankful for those things because now that I look back at all the pain and hurt, I see how God was with me the whole time! I hope YOU have a MIRACULOUS day or night! God Bless you!
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Hello fellow humans! I have diligently been working on another story. I've finished five "small" chapters if you'd like to read them. Their on the fandom page. Enjoy!
While I was writing a story for school I figured, why not make it about poop? It turned out pretty ridiculous but really funny too. Enjoy! :D
The Bird that Pooped By Erin Moore One day a burly hunter went to check his traps. A large squawking dove had gotten stuck in his net. Because of the hunter’s compassionate heart, he released the dove. The dove flew up into a tree chirping happily. While it was singing its song it pooped on his head which was very juicy. That very day a group of gangly burglars had robbed the hunter’s house. Because they kidnapped his wife, he ventured after them tiredly. While following their trail, the robbers beat him and brought him along. The grateful dove, who was coincidentally flying by, gasped at the ghastly scene. While the hunter trudged through the woods with his wife and captors, the faithful dove flew overhead. The little dove joyfully relieved itself on the burglar’s heads. The hunter and his wife, who were laughing, watched the robber run off into the woods scraping the juicy poop out of their eyes. Because the hunter freed the bird, he was released from his captors. Merry Christmas and Happy New year to everyone! 2016 just flew by! I'm very blessed to have lived another year and to have met some wonderful friends!
Yesterday I hosted another puppet show. Some kids actually showed up! Yay! I have two different blankets for the kids to sit on. So I created two different teams. The Manatees and the River Otters. We did a few games for each team to win points. The Manatees won! If you have an idea for a game comment below. (plz)
Here's the next part. Enjoy!
I awoke in a panic. Strong arms held me down. “Bring him!” Yelled an elderly voice. The men carefully picked me up. While at the same time restraining me. When I reflexed my fingers they felt leathery. They had removed my gloves. With one arm free, I punched the man in the gut and broke away from the others. I jumped to my feet and fumbled out the door. “Hey! He’s getting away!” I ran with all my might just to out run them. When I finally got home, my door was flat on the ground. By the looks of it Sage had broke down the door… again. I stepped over the door and entered my humble home. It has a small cot, a bathroom, and a pantry which is all I've ever needed. I opened the pantry and grabbed a raw carrot to snack on. With the carrot hanging half out of my mouth I rummaged through a sack of potatoes at the bottom of the pantry. I pulled out a circular gadget, that contains everything I owned believe it or not. A homemade storage device created by my father. It could store anything (nonliving) and never run out of space. This was the only item that survived the fire all those years ago. When I think about the fire, I never knew what really killed my mom. Some say it was the dragon that lived in the mountains. There were stories about a ruthless dragon who was turned bitter by the loss of his wings. I opened my SDA-46 (Storage Device Attempt 46). A screen popped up with miniature items. On accident I pressed one of the side buttons and miniaturized my carrot. Thankfully it wasn’t my head. I poke the buttons furiously. “Darn it, give me my carrot!” I yelled. Sometimes items will get “stuck” in storage. When this happens I usually have to wait a couple hours. (There's no way I'm waiting that long.) I grab another carrot out of the pantry. I took a huge bite before turning around, Sage stood in front of me with a big scowl. “You’re going back to the hospital.” She ordered, grabbing my arm. I yank my arm back. “No!” Sage knows that I hate doctors. They poke, prod, and are too interested in examining my hands. Sage grabbed my shoulder tenderly. “They can’t help you if you don’t let them. Everyone wants you to be back to normal.” Ignoring her completely, I took another bite out of my carrot and walked past her. When she talks about "everyone" she means her and Wyatt. Wyatt, Sage, and I have been outcasts since the fire. Well actually I’m the outcast. Sage tossed her blond braids back and slapped me on the back of the head. I lurched forward falling on the cot. I slid off the other side and banged my head against the wall. “Yup, still hard headed.” Sage chortled. Hello! Today I'm gonna talk about my crazy cat, Willow. Usually she keeps to herself and stays upstairs away from people. But the other day she did something incredible. She actually jumped up on my lap and sat with me. I was amazing! It was like a huge ball of fluff was sitting on my lap. (Well technically she is a big ball of fluffy happiness.)
While I was looking through some photos and found these ridiculous ones of Willow! Enjoy! How would you caption them? Comment below! Below is a piece of a story I've been working on. This is the first time I've written in first person before. I think it turned out pretty well. What do you think? "Alexander! Alexander! Get up!" Screamed my mother. I sat up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. An angry roar echoed in the distance. "M-mom? What is-" "Come quickly!" I jumped out of bed following mother outside. When I heard another roar I looked at my home village. It was swallowed in flames. "Alex!" Mother grabbed my hand leading me away. Another angry roar ripped through the air but much closer. Mother's trot turned into a run. I could barely keep up with her. "Momma.." I groaned. The ground started to shake. I looked back unaware of what I was about to witness. The rumbling stopped all at once. Mother stopped in her tracks. There was an eerie silence. I look back at mother, she was scanning the area. Scanning for what, I didn't know. A huge burst of wind blew past us. The wind was getting warmer and more intense. Mother's grip tightened on my hand as I was lifted into the air. The heat was almost unbearable. Mother released my hand allowing the wind to take me far away. The wind burst into flames at an incredible rate. I was blown into a tree and fell several feet before I finally reached the ground. My hands felt like it was boiling. I buried my hands in my shirt. My hands were burning with such a fury it didn't leave much room to think. I shoved my hands into a pile of moist dirt which only made things worse. I heard voices but recognized none of them. I felt someone grab my arms and thrust them into a bucket of cool water. It did very little to ease the pain. I sat there motionless while they tried to question me. My head pounded just listening to they're muddled voices. My eyes felt heavy and my hands numbed. Enjoy this random picture. o_o
Hello all!
This week for school in my Marine Biology book I learned where the sand on the beaches come from. Parrot fishes mouths are like beaks which gives them the name "Parrot" fish. They bite the hard calcium carbonate reef but they only eat the coral animals for food. After digestion they poop sand which makes the sandy substance on the ocean bottoms and shores. Because of this they are also known as the "beach makers". In other words, beach sand is Parrot fish poop! Next time you're at the beach enjoy making sand (poop) castles! Enjoyed this post? Leave a comment telling us what you think! Fall is my favorite time of the year. The leaves change color, you can snuggle up in a warm blanket, roast marshmallows . . . the list goes on and on. This year for Halloween I probably won't go trick-or-treating this year, but it's fun to dress up. This year I'm dressing up as a tabby cat! Speaking of cats, there is a cat outside, who my dad is feeding, who is black and sleek. I named him Flooffers but his real name is Night Fury. He's very unpredictable, one minute he's purring and rubbing against you, the next he rakes your hand with his unsheathed claws. Below is a picture of a black cat that looks similar to him. Spending time with family, eating food, And being thankful for all God has given us, Thanksgiving is awesome! I'm so thankful for so many things that I can't write them all down! Now I am going to blow your mind. Hurricane Matthew hit on the tenth month and seventh day. Now read Matthew 10:7, As you go, proclaim this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven has come near.’ (NIV) *dances around* This is so awesome! Jesus is coming back soon! Wahooo! What are you thankful for? Comment below!
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