Puppies

Sorry I didn't post yesterday! I forgot! Winston (the dark puppy) is gone. We sold him yesterday at about 12. Emma and Maxe are still here but they both are sold too. Here are some picture of the puppies:

Maxe

Maxe

Winston

Abigail Davis holding Emma

Margot Millen holding Winston

Melanie Millen

Margaret Sensenig holding Maxe

Elisabeth Millen & Anna Millen

Emma, Kallie and Maxe

Emma (Thinking, "What is this thing?")

Winston

July 26, 2010

Today is July 26, 2010. This morning I woke up at 9:30 and eat breakfast at about 10ish. Then I took the puppies out side to play with them. They were really crazy! We got a leash and collar for Maxe and he doesn't enjoy it yet! Then we took them inside and they all laid down and Emma sprawled out on the floor. Now they are going crazy and Emma is screaming like crazy! They are soooo cute! Now i'm going to eat lunch. BYE! Have a great day!

Tongue Twisters

Here is a Tongue Twister I wrote:

Lilly

Lilly lay lounging on a lounge chair,

Licking a lemon lollipop,

While looking at the lazy lion linger.

My Book

Here is a little bit from my book I'm writing, "Linzzy Morgan". It's not edited at all and isn't the final copy.

Linzzy, out of breath darted behind an old oak tree. She held in her hand, a white dirty cloth. She had the four corners gripped in her hand, as if holding something of utmost value. Sweat spilled down her dirty face, leaving lines of cleared dirt. Pieces of hay hung out of her brown collapsing braid. Her torn dress was striped brown and orange. Her eyes were an elegant brown. Freckles doted her tan face. Her feet were cut and covered in mud.

She peered out from behind the oak, glaring at the 13-year-old girl, with dirty blond hair, following her. How did she find me? What will I do if she keeps following me, or finds out that it’s me? What will Jacob and Lydia say if she finds out about them too? Will they never trust me again? Tiffany better leave! Linzzy thought to herself as she glanced around at all the trees, looking for an escape. She could barely spot the old shack that lay beside the cold stream, that scarcely had any water trickling through it. Linzzy glimpsed behind her before dashing of to the next tree only about 10 yards away.

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And more:

Linzzy seized the bucket and jogged to the rapid stream. Dipping the pail into the cold water, Linzzy leaned too far out and with out any warnings slipped on the mud. She glided toward the ice cold water left over from the snowy winter. As she slid, she reached for a small twig sticking up from the soil. Her fingers clutched the thorny stem; she let out a scream of pain. Thorns pierced her hand letting out gushing dark blood. Rain bolted down like bullets not making things any better. She had to make a choice. She could fall into the hasty, ice-cold water. Or she could pull herself up by the stabbing thorns…

Linzzy thrust her hand away from the twig and landed in the wintry water. Big mistake. On her way down she banged her head on a free log. She had been planning to grab onto something else farther down stream, but the current was too strong. And she now couldn’t think of that. The knock forced Linzzy into a daze, or unconsciousness. She drifted down the stream. Her hand stung in agony from the seven thorn enragements. Everything appeared to be like a dream. She couldn’t hear that someone was calling her name. Linzzy floated along the brook with her face just sticking above the early spring stream. Her feet dangled under the frozen rushing water. A flow of red water gushed out behind her. Now her hand was poring out more blood. A small bloody bruise circled the side of her head. It was mostly just a burse, not too bloody. Her bang on the log would leave a mark.

“Whose that? Linzzy!” A voice panicked. The someone plunged into the water. He or she grabbed Linzzy just as her head started drifting under water. The person laid her on the dirty ground. Linzzy stopped breathing.

Everyday

Everyday I'm going to try to make a post. So this is today's post!  Watch this: http://seeds.churchonthemove.com/video/video-dad-life

It's really funny! Have a great day! :) 

Poem

Here is a poem I wrote:

Daybreak

By: Margaret Sensenig

Dawn broke the night’s bitterness

Slowly the sun peered up from behind

the peaks of the trees

Owls crawled back into their homes

A thin wispy fog settled across the

countryside

Water dripped off the leaves

A wet feeling lingering in the air from

the previous night.

The birds crooned their sunrise songs

The lush grass blew in the light cool wind

while leaves

swirled

About as if in the midst of a dance

Cows called for their morning meal

Horses whinnied from their stalls

Animals stirred about the farmyard

Biting Attacks

Bite, Bite, Bite. One memory Melanie and I always joke about and share is biting. Ever since I can remember, my family would talk about how I would always bite Melanie Grace Millen. One time when Melanie and I were talking about when I used to bite her, Melanie turned around and bit herself. She faced me and said, “Look, I still have a scar!” We cracked up laughing. I don’t remember too much about my biting phase. Not even stories. All I really know is that I would bite Melanie Millen, my best friend in the whole world. I really don’t know why I would bite her. I can’t quit remember if I used to bite my other friends or not. But this is one of our little memories we share out of a thousand.      

Creation East 2010

Here is what we did each day at Creation and Melanie and my favorite things of the day:

Roadway to Creation

Day one, Date: June 28^th 2010

Melanie Millen came up to our house at 9:30, expecting to leave at 10:00. My dad tried calling us from driving around and finishing some work things and getting gas, but our line was busy. So he called Sarah at work and she e-mailed us and told us that our dad’s car broke down! He got it fixed in no time and was back by 12:00. By the time we finished loading the van up it was 1:45. So Dad, Joy, Melanie and I left. My mom was going later with my Grandparents since my Grandpa was at the hospital.

Excitement was now spilling through us with the delay as we jumped into the van. Melanie and I played Set for a tiny bit. For most of the time we slept and listen to random songs on Joy’s iPod. I always thought I saw cows on the way to Creation so we were searching for them and saying “Moo, Moo, Moo!” So Melanie’s new name was Moo Moo, and mine was Moo. It was so fun! After the 2 and a half hours of driving we finally arrived at Creation at 4:00. We unpacked everything into the Ark. Then we decided to make a music video throughout our trip, so we came up with ideas. Latter we searched the kitchen for food and made three-grilled cheese sandwiches. After we filled ourselves, Joy, Melanie and I went on a walk to show Melanie around Creation.

Then we made bracelets (the ones Melanie showed us how to make) and other crafts. While we were doing that, my Mom and grandparents came up and we helped them unpack. Once they were settled Melanie and I drew in her “Beautiful Doodles” book. Then Melanie and I washed our dirty feet. Then we enjoyed two short shows of “I Love Lucy”. We went to bed at about 11:05. And that concludes our first day at Creation!

~Melanie’s favorite thing of the day: was doing the crafts and just talking.

~Margaret’s favorite thing of the day: was listening to music on the way up.

Music Video

Here is a Music Video Melanie Millen and I made at Creation East this year. (I did all the filming and took all the pictures.) I hope you enjoy it!

Here it is:

puppies, e-team, and wedding

Our sweet little puppies, born May 31, are growing up. They are half Chi-Chon (our Kallie) and half Shih-Poo (Freeman's Sterling). If you want one, let us know (my parents). We will be selling them for $200 each when they are old enough, and that will go to our church's OneMission for our building. The black and curly haired white one are male, and the straight haired one with white markings on her face is female. We have named the black one Winston, the curly white one Max, and the girl Emma. They are in such a cute stage, playing with one another and their mom. Toddler pups are very entertaining and endearing. We have more photos on my facebook album (if you don't have facebook, try this link).

In other news, Dad, Vinson, Erin, and Joy left our house at 8:30 this morning to go to Boston! They are part of an E-team (evangelistic team) from our church that is going to help out our sister Sovereign Grace church, King of Grace Church, with their Vacation Bible School and evangelistic outreaches in the evenings. They will be there for a full week, and I am very excited that they can be a part of this (even if I secretly wish I was going too!). It is my younger siblings turn, since my dad took Vinson and I on an E-team to Tijuana, MX in 2002 (Comunidad Cristiana de Otay). What a joy to partner with a young church in reaching out with the gospel to their community. It whets your appetite for church planting and gives you a broader sense of the reality of Christ's Church. I pray that they will serve the church and community well, and that each person will be stirred and grounded more in the gospel for the glory of God.

Although I am not going with them, I instead sent some homemade snacks along. :-) I tired out mini graham cracker muffins (and added 3 Tbs. cocoa to some that I whipped up just minutes before they left this morning) and peanut butter popcorn, which I think would be good with peanuts but I threw in some sunflower seeds that I had around. It is also gluten free! Both are really quick and easy to make.

For the rest of the day (as well as throughout this past week), my mom is preparing for Karen and Wuilly's wedding (she is doing all of the food, for last night's rehearsal and the wedding this evening). I've been able to help with general house work in the evenings, and I think, just maybe, after today we might slow down a bit around here for a week or so? It will only be my mom, Margaret, and I here, and I'm sure that will at least quiet things down.