So I did a little interviewy thing, and here it is! I’m in Black, Julia in purple.
First: Why did you decide to start Julia Rose?
Julia: I started my blog to document my journey of writing, my wandering in written worlds (hence the tagline!), and to share the joy of writing with the world! It’s my passion, and it spills into everything I do! I also want to glorify God in whatever I do – and that includes my blogging and writing!
Second: What do you want people to know about your new blog?
She had but minutes to save herself and the child. Just as she reached Cheval Beau, a shadowy figure snapped the rope keeping him, leaped into the saddle and galloped soundlessly away. Cheval Beau tossed his head wildly, whinnying, and fear gripped her heart like an icy hand with clawing fingers.
“No,” she whispered. But that was all she could say, for during her shock she had lost her senses and did not take in her surroundings, for she was grabbed roughly and thrown behind the saddle of a strange horse. The stranger covered her mouth with a thickly gloved hand and sharply hissed, “Not a sound or our death will arrive.” – Journey to Fort Kernera, by Julia Rose
Anger continued to swell within the man as he reached the entrance of the cave. It used to be his comforting abode – the only place to return to as a haven during the chaos of the world. But when he had left abruptly….
Yes, this is totally the sequel to the Christmas Eve and snow post. No one ever said (That I can think of anyway.) that posts shouldn’t have sequels.
So last week’s snow did turn into a white Christmas. It’s stayed around ever since, and we have gotten a little more every few days and then a lot more Friday night. There are a few inches on the ground right now.
This is what it looks like right now. I know this isn’t a great picture, but it was 10 degrees, (An improvement over this morning’s 3) and I didn’t particularly want to go outside and be cold.
Even know we have had snow and freezing temperatures all week, I’m still not annoyed yet. I like snow. I just don’t like not being able to go anywhere because of it.
It’s fun to play in, dance in, look at.
I just hope it doesn’t stay around forever.
Happy New Year’s Eve, and have a good year.
Merry Christmas Eve!
It’s about 7:30 on Christmas Eve, and as long as I’m on my computer I should do something productive right? Gets me out of being social at least.
Okay, so today I am going to talk about snow.
It’s snowing pretty hard here right now. It might not be the first time in my lifetime we have had a white Christmas, but certainly the first time I can remember. I really hope it sticks and we get our white Christmas after all.
Here is a picture I tried to capture of the falling snow. It’s not great, but I like it.
I love snow. I love almost everything about it. I don’t care if I am not four, I will squeal SNOW!!! and run around in it.
I love the sound of the snowflakes hitting the ground with soft thumps. I love how the snow dims the world into a white wonderland. I love being alone outside in the snow, hearing nothing but the world transforming. I love how the moonlight bounces off the snow in the dark. I love soft footsteps in the snow. I love feeling snow on my hair. I love seeing the unique snowflakes. I love waking up after a hard snow and seeing the white world. I even love being cold in the snow.
When it snows, to me at least, the world becomes peaceful. As if nothing else matters. Just snow.
Okay, there’s this year’s Christmas Eve post.
Merry Christmas Eve, enjoy Christmas tomorrow, and remember the real reason for the season. Jesus.
So one day I was randomly watching music videos on youtube, and they were swinging on this really cool swing. And I thought “Hey, it would be really cool if we had one of those!”
About a week, two trips to Lowes, and four hours of working on it, I had my swing.
My family doesn’t really have a big backyard, only about three quarters of an acre, but some of it is wooded. We have worked with ropes many times. We have a ‘rope course’ consisting of ropes strung between trees different ways to walk on, which we redo almost every year. We have a rope swing hung from a tree three stories high. We had a tire swing (But it came down with the ropes course this year.) So a swing shouldn’t be too complicated.
So I talked to my Mom about it. She told me that if I could find a tree she would help me put it up.
When we came back from vacation I went on a hunt for trees. Most of the trees in the backyard are forest trees, growing straight up. I couldn’t find a tree with a good branch for hanging a swing.
But when we put up the tire swing we didn’t have a good branch either. We hung rope between two trees and hung the tire from a rope tied to the rope between the trees. So we could do that instead.
I picked out two trees on top of a hill in the back corner of the yard, where people rarely go. The perfect hideout.
I brought my Mom back there, and she agreed that the two trees would work.
Mom thought we could use some help, so I called Papa (My Grandpa) and asked him to help. He was going to come over on Saturday, but it rained. And then on Sunday he came over, but we had other stuff to do also and we didn’t get to it.
So we found time on Monday, (Labor day, also the first day of school) and after school my Mom, Papa and I went up to the hill to work on it.
They had gone to Lowes twice already and gotten the things we needed, but we had to drag it all back there, ladders, hammers, nails. They sent me up and down that hill several times.
Instead of tying a rope between the two trees Mom and Papa tied two two-by-fours between the trees. They were going to tie them on either side of the tree, but they ended up nailing them together, and tying one end on one side of the tree, the other on the other side.
Most of what I got to do was sit and watch them, which was very boring since it took about four hours, but it was worth it.
When we had the wood up we went to make the seat. We were going to make two, one for the swing set that needed another swing.
They had bought a fancy fixture thing to put in the seat and string the rope through, but we had to drill holes for it. One of the fixtures was the wrong size, which messed us up a lot, but I caught it, and only one of the holes had to be redone.
Once we had the swing put together we tied rope to the wood and to the swing seat. We had to redo it several times, but finally it was done.
The swing swings far, and is really fun. I was finally swinging on my swing when I fell off and hit my head on the wood seat. I didn’t swing again that night.
But I’ve been on it every day that I had any time at all since. It’s hidden in the corner and no one bothers me, but they know where I am. It’s a great place to swing, but also to hang out, read a be. read a book, write in my journal or just think.
I’m very thankful for my swing, and I know there will be many great times had on that swing for years to come.
I know it’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted. Sorry about that. Hopefully that will change in the coming school year.
Anyway I’m doing Loren’s CWWC and here is my story for the first challenge. I know it’s kind of silly, but it was fun to write. I used the things I wanted to say but never did prompt.
Here’s the story:
There are some things you really want to say, but really shouldn’t. For example, you probably shouldn’t tell my brother Josh that he is wearing two completely different shoes, because he will sock you. You shouldn’t ask that lady on the bus how soon till the baby is due, because, contrary to most beliefs, she isn’t pregnant. Don’t tell your parents that you stayed up till five o’clock yesterday morning, because they will get mad and ground you.
Actually, don’t tell your parents anything, because if they believe you, you will get in trouble. That’s the way it is for my parents anyway.
“Hey Mom, I’m going to the library to check out a book for my science project about frogs.”
“That’s not done yet? Then you will stay in the house for the entire weekend working on it.”
“What about the frog books?”
“We have some. Use those.”
“Josh ate them.”
“What have I told you about tattling Maria?”
“I wasn’t tattling, I-”
“Enough Maria, go to your room and work on the project.”
“But the frog books…”
Yeah, don’t tell your parents anything, it won’t work out very well.
This rule was exactly why I wasn’t telling my parents that I was going out to hunt for watermelons. Wait, wait, before you laugh, I really do have a good reason for hunting the watermelons. We had a school assignment to find ten of a fruit and average the number of seeds. Each of us had a different fruit, I watermelon.
So anyway, I decided to sneak into a watermelon farm and pick ten watermelons, because my Mom would never agree to buying ten of them.
The first thing I had to do was get into the watermelon farm. I snuck out of the house at five in the morning, the perfect time as people were still asleep, and it was getting light.
I put socks on, quietly crept down the stairs, unlocked the door, and, hopping on one foot and then the other while I put my shoes on, pulled the door shut.
The watermelon farm was walking distance, and it didn’t take very long to get over there. I looked around, and deciding it was the best way, hopped the fence.
My shoe caught in the fence, so I pulled the other one over, and tried to yank it out. When I finally got it, I tumbled down with a big crash into the watermelon field.
At least finding the watermelon wasn’t a problem.
I picked ten out, and quickly figured out I didn’t have a good way to get them home. I got five into my backpack, and struggled to carry the other five.
I took my jacket off, stuffed them in there, and picked it up by the sleeve. I slung my backpack over one shoulder, and started to climb the fence again.
But my hands were full balancing watermelon, and so climbing the fence was hard. I got one foot up, and finally decided to lower my jacket and backpack over the fence. I got across, picked the stuff up, realized I was being chased, and went running.
And that’s how I fell off of a bridge. Into ten watermelons.
When the woman came up I would have told her I was out on a walk, but I happened to be covered in watermelon, laying in the rinds.
The woman tried to look stern, but she just ended up laughing.
“What am I going to do with you?”
The woman introduced herself as Mrs Brown, owner of the watermelon farm.
She took me back to her house, helped me clean up, and asked what I was doing.
So I poured out the whole story.
After Mrs Brown stopped laughing she forgave me. Then she helped me cut up ten watermelon and count the seeds.
We put the leftover watermelon into the blender, and she blended it up for watermelon popsicles.
I was very surprised she wasn’t mad.
Soon, though I had to go home. She offered me a ride, but I told her I could walk.
I snuck back into the house, and into bed.
They never even noticed.
This, my friends, is why you don’t tell you parents stuff.
Since I didn’t do it last month(I wrote the post, but never got it up) I’m going to skip the recap and just do the goals.
Finish my Skylar story
Finish taking pictures for Joy’s Journal
Start new story
Finish the summer reading program at my library (Actually track it)
Decide what to read in my bible and start on that
Actually read from my TBR pile
Work on Dolltastically fun on Pinterest
Post once a week on Creative Castle
Work on the star quilt
Sew a smock
Be able to french braid my own hair (Decently)
Picture a day
Play more with Pigs
Keep up with my garden
Do several things from my summer bucket list
Yesterday I was trying to make a desert, a caramelish thing called blondies. (They are kind of like brownies, except not brown (Or chocolate))
I poured brown sugar in the pan in turned it on while I melted the butter. Mom came in and turned it off until I had the butter ready.
I put the butter in the pan and turned it back on. It seemed to be going okay. The sugar had seemed to be melting nicely with the butter, so I turned off the burner and set it aside to cool.
I turned my attention to the flour mixture, grinding wheat for the flour, and adding salt and baking powder.
When I turned back to the sugar/butter they had separated into a solid lump and butter. I tried to stir it, but it wasn’t working so I added eggs and vanilla.
It still wasn’t working, so I put the pan back on the burner, forgetting about the eggs.
As soon as it got hot enough the eggs started to cook. I quickly pulled the pan off of the burner and set it aside.
Mom was doing school with my sister, and I went in and interrupted her (For like the third time) She told me that she had to finish what she was doing and she would be in a minute.
So I went back in the kitchen and desperately stirred at the mixture with a whisk. I was trying to switch the short handled whisk for the long handled one, except I couldn’t get all the sugar off the short handled whisk.
As I stirred the mixture the sugar became stringy and hard, not something anyone wanted to eat.
Finally Mom came back in and told me to throw it away, so I did and started over.
The second batch was perfectly fine.
Except I only got one piece.
Highlights of March:
At the very beginning of March most of my family volunteered at a Toby Mac concert. We did merchandise, which manly was selling stuff. We got to see what we wanted of the concert, which was awesome.
Every year we go to a homeschool convention. Usually the one we go to is in Cincinnati, but we had other stuff planned for then so we went to Indianapolis with another family. It was fun, but a lot smaller than the one we usually go to.
Goals for March:
Find a name for Skylar’s story
Work on Skylar
Meh, sort of. I did some, but not as much as I would have liked to.
Finish Joy’s Journal
I worked on it some, but I still have like ten parts to finish.
Start a story called The Legend Of Quiet
Decide what to do for Dolltastically fun
I did this one!
Work on Dolltasticallyfun Pinterest
I did. Once.
Get at least 35 views on Creative Castle
I got 31. Not quite 35, but better than five.
Post at least five times on Creative Castle
I did four times. This was supposed to be posted in March, but that didn’t happen.
Read the bible more
Kinda. I didn’t much at the beginning of the month, but now I’m reading it more.
Read 75 books
I read like 42
Sew a nice spring skirt
I made one, but it isn’t good enough to wear. I’m working on another, but it isn’t finished yet.
Work on the star quilt
I don’t think so. I might have at the beginning of the month, but I don’t remember.
Get my room COMPLETELY CLEAN
You thought that was going to happen? Bwahahahahahahaha. Nope. I worked on it like once.
Talk to Lauren
Done! And it turned out to be a really good thing.
Try not to drive people crazy
I’m not actually sure how to grade this one… I’ll just go with I failed, since I seem to drive everyone insane.
Drive people crazy
Oh yes. I definitely did this one.
Well, I did, but now I need to do it again.
I thought about it!
Practice the violin outside of school
Not really. Especially since I missed a week of practicing by burning my fingers.
Play more with Pigs
Meh, sort of.
Put up something on Etsy
Picture a day
Failed, but I have a good reason for it. I’m in a production of Singing In The Rain, and if my hair was purple it would show through the wig.
April is a busy month, with the play I’m in and such, but I’m still going to set a few goals.
Goals for April:
Work On Skylar
Finish Joy’s Journal
Start new story
Read thirty books.
Read the Bible more.
Finish spring skirt
Work on the star quilt
Get my floor clean
Practice the violin outside of school
Play more with Pigs
Talk to people
And these are the goals I will fail. Maybe.
My favorite kind of walk in the woods is when I am covered in mud, my pants have new holes in them, my hands are scraped and bleeding, and I can’t tell where the mud on my shoes ends and my shoes begin.
These might seem like bad things, but when they happen one thing is sure.
I’m having an adventure.
And while I like to walk in the woods, I love adventures.
Logs to climb on, trees, rivers, streams, fences, leaves, everything. Exploring where I am, climbing trees, walking on logs, the kind of silence that isn’t completely quiet, but the only sounds are of nature and you, and even getting all muddy.
I think that an adventure in the woods is kind of like life.
A lot of times it’s fun, but sometimes not.
The rivers in the woods are like struggles. You probably try to avoid them, but sometimes you you can’t. Sometimes while getting out of one river you fall into another river you didn’t know was there. Sometimes it’s all you can do to keep from drowning in the river. Sometimes you want to go into a river, it looks fun, but then you get stuck and you can’t get out. Sometimes people try to help you, and sometimes they don’t realize you are drowning. Sometimes you will have to get out a river by yourself, and sometimes you will have to call out for help.
You know you aren’t supposed to go in the forbidden territory, but there is no one there, and you can’t imagine what could possibly be bad about it. Then you get lost, dreadfully lost, and don’t know how you will ever come out. You don’t know which way to go. Sometimes you don’t realize you have crossed the fence into forbidden territory until you come back out onto the other side.
The woods seem small. Sometimes you don’t know how you can possibly get lost in there till you are. On the good side or the not so good side of the fence, you can’t tell.
Sometimes you will have to do things that others don’t think is right.
Sometimes you will have to climb on that log suspended by branches. It’s scary, and you could fall at any second, but you will have to trust it will turn out alright.
Sometimes you will have to climb off of that branch you are having so much fun on, because you know that while it’s okay now, it could turn out disastrously later. So you climb off, and it collapses. Sometimes you will stay on, and it will collapse under you.
Sometimes you will slide down in the mud, trying to get up, but only sliding down father. Sometimes every step takes you down father. Sometimes you will find support in an unexpected place, and sometimes you will just have to accept that you are falling, hold on and try again later. And sometimes you will find that where you are isn’t so bad as you expected.
Exploring can be fun, but when you get tired, the sun goes down, and you are alone, it’s hard not to be scared.
Sometimes when you come inside your mom will fuss over you, making a big deal about your scrapes, never really knowing the danger you were in.
But hold on, because in the end, things turn out alright.
On Sunday in church the speaker in our youth group was asking us to call out groups in our school. Middleschooler, and highschoolers. Brown haired and blonde haired. 11th grader 9th grader and 7th grader. But popular, nerds, jocks?
In a three student school it’s hard to be popular.
This kind of thing happens all the time. A couple of times I’ve even seen people use school examples in groups of ALL homeschoolers. It drives us crazy.
I usually understand the concepts, but from books. Which means often they are skewed, because most of the crazy things that happen in books don’t happen in real life. (As far as I know)
It drives me crazy when they do that. It kind of feels like they are treating the schooled kids better because they go to school.
Why can’t they use concepts that EVERYONE can relate to?
I know most of the people running things were not homeschooled, but surely they can come up with something better.
Like the ‘kid sitting alone at lunch’. I have heard that one more times than I care to count. What about ‘kid playing alone on the playground, swimming alone at the pool, swinging alone on the swings, sitting alone at church, (This one especially, because if it’s being taught at church everyone can relate to it) scootering alone in the neighborhood?
Or being left out at school. There are other things to be left out at.
There are so many homeschoolers now. We have lots in our community. I think it’s about time they stop leaving us out.
And P.S. Homeschoolers do have friends.