My Adventures In Seminary

Today I got up at seven something, got dressed in a oober-cute outfit, grabbed my scriptures, and my mom drove me to the small brick-building next to the Junior High, with the cement sign declaring it as the Seminary building. Me and my mom sat in the car for a few minutes watching as the other kids filed in, and noted that the students were, to my dismay, mostly male. Finally a few girls came trooping along, and I new a couple of them, so wincing at my mom one last time, I stepped out of the car, and made lousy attempts at smiling.
When I got to the door, me and the other kids were greeted by our teacher, Brother Kunz, A tall blond man of German descent, who brings to mind a mountain goat, because he tends to "Hops" to and fro.
We started out with a hymn, a prayer, a scripture, and much nervous laughing.

Brother Kunz then asked that we come up one at a time and give either our testimony, an example of a testimony builder, or something that happened this summer that let us know that god loves us. Shockingly, a lot of the boys got up and talked..... I can honestly say I didn't expect that!
after a long stretch of silence, Bro. Kunz got up and left the room to do something.
The silence continued.
Suddenly, the Darth Vader theme song from StarWars popped into my head. And so I started to hum. First quietly, then gradually louder and louder. Unknown to me, Bro. Kunz had re-entered the room. as he walked past my desk, he an inquiring face, then shook his head and sat down. The room softly trembled with the laughter of the other teens.

I eventually got up and talked about the death of our duck Pippa, and how I was grateful for good friends, and the fact that God led us to someone who could humanly put the duck down. I didn't cry, but did feel a little light headed.
I was more than happy to sit down.

We had a closing prayer, and began to chat with those around us. All in all, not a bad experience.
And I get to do it again tomorrow.
I haz a happy.

Autumn

Hi People! just another short.
Signs of fall are already evident in our town; Ravens and crows fly over head, the nights are getting chilly, and I am going insane. A sure sign I'm ready for autumn!

The sky blazes bold azure, and the scent of fallen leaves is ambrosia for the senses. The warm colors of autumn surround me, and the gentle cool wind trickles by, a precursor to the coming cold and snow. My mind decidedly wanders away from the thought of the unavoidable winter months, and back to my current surroundings. The school-yard swings creak, a raven calls to its mate, and children hurry home from school, many in masks, others with bright colored capes or fairies-wings, skipping, singing, laughing with friends. There is a noticeable buzz in the air, a note of excitement, a gay demeanor brightening the little red noses and ears of the elementary students. Its time I started home. I turn, my long brown suede coat swinging behind, sending leaves skittering in every direction. My black and white sneakers slap the paved-path, and my wool scarf rubs against my neck, making me tingle. I shove my hands deeper in my pockets, and make the trek home.

As I approach the front door, the smell cinnamon and baked goods reaches me, pulling me in. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. Mother has been busy. Once in, I am greeted by my siblings, clamoring at my feet, showing me their costume-jewelry, and twirling in their multi-colored skirts.

I begin to collect my costume articles, and retreat to my bedroom to change. My heart is racing with anticipation, and I hurriedly pull my under shirt over my head.

And so it is every Halloween. This love of fall is wrought out of years of joy and happiness, days full of baking and music and full-moons, hours with good friends, leaf-fights, and tree climbing. Autumn is when the soul tolls like a drum, a resounding rhythm, a tune that keeps you on fire, and livens your feet to action.

The symphony of fall; forever may you sound!

Stormy Day

This is a little short-story I wrote on FaceBook as a response to a discussion post, revised.
Hope you enjoy!

I step onto my back porch, paint peeling, and the surge of energy one receives when a storm is on it's way fills me to the brim with excitement. My feet sink into the thick green grass, still moist from the sprinkler we had been running earlier. A gentle breeze raises the hairs on the back of my neck, and sends a delicate shiver racing down my back. I breath in the tang of the air, and feel as though anything could happen. I always feel this way when a storm is on the rise. Off in the distance, I hear thunder. It shakes my very core. the pure essence of the rain and darkness is not yet upon me, and yet it is still as filling as a full moon. Small droplets of water descend on me, and the fungi in the ground react, creating the inescapably joyful smell that accompanies wet; like water on hot cement, it creates for you a separate world where the impossible is made possible, the unlikely probable, and the hopeless hopeful. It is not the biggest or the brightest star, but the storm, the rain, the lightning, it's brother, thunder, and the gusting wind that make dreams come true.Storms, not stars, are what liven the soul.

Pancake Tasty; ManCakes

sorry it's been so horribly long since I've typed..... I'm awful at this blogging-thing. I have been wanting for several weeks now to dive into the world of savory pancakes, and have finally had a chance to experiment; ManCakes

Recipe:
1 egg
1 cup buttermilk, or soured milk (See Below.)
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 salt
1 cup flour
2/3 cup crispy bacon


Heat griddle. Griddle is ready when water dropped on griddle skitters around. grease with butter, or bacon grease. pour by about 1/3 cup onto griddle. Flip when bubbles are visible, and the sides don't look shiny. When done, smother in butter, and drizzle with raspberry syrup. this oddity is extremely enjoyable, with the light fluffy texture of pancakes, and the happiness that comes with running into a meaty little piece of bacon. Gotta love meat N' sweets!