Monday, October 29

More of the Agent Files!

Yep. You saw that right. More of the Agent Files is on this blog! I just updated it.

Poem Girl, Rebekah, Jenna, please read!!

by the Keller Girls at Three Girls and Their Hobbies. Thanks, girls!

Here are the rules:

You have to post 11 things about yourself,
You have to answer the questions I'll be giving you here↓
You have to try to nominate 5 people,
And lastly, You have to make up 11 questions for the people you nominate to answer, and you can't pick me!

The questions the Keller Girls asked me:

1. What is your favorite way to spend Saturday?
I like to read, blog, and play the piano. I also like to listen to the radio dramas our station has on in the morning on Saturdays.

2. Herb garden or Vegetable garden?
Oohh, hard question. Maybe both.

3. Dill pickles or sweet pickles?
Dill. I extremely dislike sweet pickles.

4. Coffee, Tea, Cocoa or Apple Cider?
I like mint tea, cocoa, and cold apple cider. All of them are wonderful!

5. How many animals do you have?
Ummm, I personally have about twenty cows/calves/bulls, and we have one dog and one cat for pets, and ten chickens.
6. If you can play a musical instrument what is it?
The piano.

7. Knit, Crochet, both, or neither.
I can knit best, but I can also crochet a little bit.

8. Fancy scarf or plain scarf.
I don't wear scarfs very much.

9. Do you speak any languages?
English, abenglabish, pig latin. =D I might learn Spanish sometime.

10. What is your everyday job/chore around the house?
Making bread and laundry. Also dishes.

11. What is your dream home?
I think a house that has a tower room. this house is where there are trees, but it is on a hill so you can see. There is a huge library in my dream house, and the tower room is mine.
My questions to answer.
1. What is your favorite day of the week?Why?
2. Do you like to read or do other things better?
3. Do you like to write stories or read them?
4. what is your favorite type of book?
5. do you like mismatched or matching socks?
6. Do you like computers or notebooks better?
7. Do you like a Kindle/Nook, or a regular book better?
8. Fiction or Nonfiction?
9. extrovert or introvert?
10. what is your favorite subject in school?
11. Hot drinks or cold drinks?

And here are 11 things about myself.
1. Once I almost cut my toe off
2. That was because I didn't carry pruning shears carefully
3. I had to get six stitches
4. My toe still doesn't work as well as it used to
5. I like using picmonkey
6. I made the award thing
7. I can read backwards
8. because I used to read signs from the wrong side.
9. That shows you how much I like to read.
10. I hum a lot when I'm not thinking about it
11. I also whistle through my teeth.

Now to choose who to tag!!!

How about:
Poem Girl, at Poetic Meditations
Rebekah(Reba) at Rebekah's Haven of Thoughts
Jenna at A Beautiful Heart
Willow at In The Words of Willow
Madeline at Totally Me!

That's all.

Sunday, October 28

The Burglar, Part 10

I looked at Ms. Peters skeptically. "Yeah, right. You won't tell anyone? You're a police officer, remember?"

Jamie twisted her lips and raised one eyebrow. "You are a police officer. Look what you have done. And it would be a pity to have your rising career ended suddenly."

I grudgingly nodded. I couldn't deny that. "So. If you aren't going to turn me in, what's the catch?"

She looked me right in the eye. "You become the chief detective in my place and let me retire." Before I could say that that wasn't a catch at all, she continued. "And you give up your life of crime. Let Mortia Rea cease to exist."

I started. "How did you know my alias?"

She laughed. "It wasn't that hard. I learned of a Mortia from a stolen goods dealer. And your name used to be Mortia. With the way you've been acting, and when the unsolvable robberies have been happening, it wasn't too hard for me to figure out. But I don't think anyone else did."

I sighed. "I suppose I could do what you are asking. But what about the proof you have collected against me?"

Jamie smiled. "It's mostly in notes I took. I will destroy them all, if you agree."

I nodded. "Yes, I suppose I will. It might be nice to not be a member of the underworld anymore."
The next day we met and I signed a paper Jamie drew up  to confirm that I would do as she asked. It didn't say anything incriminating, just said that I agreed to do as she asked.
Then Jamie retired. She said that she had other things she dreamed of doing. And she recommended me for the place she was leaving. So I became the chief detective. Yes, really.
This is the end of the post series. I know. She didn't get justice. The story can't end there. I will begin a new post series soon, about this. It will be called The Mystery. Keep an eye out for it!
If you enjoyed this part, you can read the earlier posts by clicking the label 'burglar'

Friday, October 26


"Hickory Dickory Dock.
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory Dickory Dock."

"Now wait a minute! How boring is that!"

"Yeah, so?"

"How about this?

Hitcory Ditcory Dockt
The mouse ran up the clockt
The clockt struck one
The mouse ran down
Hitcory Ditcory Dockt"

"What on earth????? That isn't much different."

"So? It's funnier."

"Hitcory Ditcory Dockt. huh, that's funny."


"That sounds like the ship Hitcory Ditcory docked!"

"Hmmm... we could make a story humorous poem about that!"

"Yeah. And the ship need to sink."

"Whaaaat? Why?"

"I don't know. Just 'cause. Here, try this:

Hickory Dickory Dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
And the Hitcory Ditcory docked."

"I like that! But it needs changed. Here, why don't we try this?

There was a ship called Hitcory Ditcory
A mighty ship of old.
And pirates chased her all over the sea,
For she was laden with gold."

"Pirates? Gold? Why? Really?"

"Oh stop it. You haven't heard the rest of it.

Now in the captain's cabin, you see
There dwelt a gallant pair.
A grandfather clock called Hickory.."

"That the captain's grandfather got at the Oceanic fair! =D"

"Wait a minute! I wasn't going to say that!"

"Hee hee =D"

"Hmph! You obviously have no appreciation for my talent, and I'm not going to tell you the rest!"

This was based on a real life conversation I heard.

Sorry to bother you with this completely random thought. I do know the rest of the poem that the blue person did not reveal. If you want to hear the end of this conversation, tell me.

Grandfather's clock

I thought that I would post a poem today. I did not write it, but I really like it.This is also a song with a beautiful tune.

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride,
But it stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering--
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
His life seconds numbering--
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
It stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent as a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share in his grief and his joy,
For it struck twenty-four when he entered the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found,
For it wasted no time and had but one desire--
At the end of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place--not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side;
But it stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night--
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew the his spirit was pluming for flight,
That his hour for departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering--
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
His life seconds numbering--
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
It stopped short--never to go again--
When the old man died.
By Henry Clay Work
Isn't  it  a wonderful poem?


Thursday, October 25

Yeah, I decided to post it...

Once upon a time, a fox was sauntering along the road, casually looking for something to eat. He saw a large, beautiful clump of grapes above him, and immediately wanted them. He didn’t forget that they were probably someone else’s grapes, and to take them would be stealing, but he justified his actions by the fact that he was hungry, so this person, whoever he or she was, needed to give him something to eat. Come to think of it, this was a government road, and the grapes were growing along the road, so these must be the government’s grapes. That surely meant he was entitled to have these grapes—I mean, that’s what the government is there for, right? To give people anything they want, of course!
With this in mind, the fox immediately began to try to reach the grapes. He jumped up and down in the road, unaware that this could cause muscle fatigue and make his legs sore, but was unable to reach the grapes. He slumped on the ground, his legs aching. The government should have sent someone to put the grapes lower since he couldn’t reach them, he pouted. Ah-hah! He thought, seeing that there was a fence underneath the grapes; I’ll just climb up the fence and grab the grapes. He tried this, but was again unable to reach the grapes. All he got was splinters in his paws, since the person who built the fence had been completely careless of environmental issues and built his fence of wood, instead of recycled plastic boards, thus needlessly sacrificing countless hundreds of trees. Finally, he gave up. He sniffed in contempt and trotted off down the road, saying: “I’m sure those grapes are sour.” Of course, he was in denial and couldn’t really take in the fact that he had failed, which of course was important to his self-esteem. In fact, it was probably better that way, since everyone is a winner, and the fox decided that he was a winner because the grapes were probably sour. And that’s all that is important.
Note: This is satire and is not supposed to be taken as the views of the author.


So. You know the title of this post starts with S. And it has three letters following it. It is happening as I write.

And I assume you already guessed it by my picture.

Snow. It's snowing! It was raining earlier, but's snowing! Hooray! It's so fun to look out the window and see the trees in the distance blurred by the falling snow. I love watching the snowflakes come swirling down. And it's especially nice inside where it's warm, just sitting with the computer and looking outside to the snow. And working on a story for writing. I might post it, but then again I might not. It's really really really short, and it's just a version of an Aesop's fable. The politically correct version, I might say. If you want it, comment.

And I want to do pictures....

Isn't this puppy cute?
Yes, I know. Totally unrelated. but I couldn't resist.
I think that's all for now....


Wednesday, October 24

Liebster Award

I got awarded The Liebster Award by Rebekah (Reba) at Rebekah's Haven of Thoughts. Thanks, Rebekah!  I don't think this is the first time I've been awarded it, but this is the first time I have actually done it. Bunny trail: does anyone know why it is called the Liebster award? I have no idea. End of bunny trail.

So, anyway, here are the rules.

#1. The person must list 11 things about them.
           1. I can read four books in a day, but usually I only read two. And that is not short books.
           2. I have my own herd of cows. It's a very small herd, but still....
           3. I make bread a lot, but it's almost a chore for me, since you have to knead the bread for 20 min.
           4. I like learning about ancient ancient history, OOPArts, and that sort of stuff. It's really neat how technologically advanced ancient peoples were.
           5. Hymns are my favorite songs.
           6. I do not like sewing.
           7. I do like knitting.
           8. I think I like crochet, but I'm not good at it yet.
           9. Making cards w/ stamps is fun too.
           10. I don't compose songs. It is too hard to remember those notes that sounded so good.
           11. I have never seen the Lord of the Rings movie. Or a lot of famous movies, for that matter.
#2. Answer the 11 questions that the tagger has set for you PLUS you MUST create 11 questions of your own for the 11 people you will nominate with this award.
This is hard, but here goes. Here are the questions Rebekah asked me, with my answers.
  1. Sweet or salty? I would have to say sweet.
  2. Finding Nemo or The Chronicles of Narnia? I think the Chronicles of Narnia, but I've only see the first one.
  3. Running on the beach or a through a sea of grass? A sea of grass.
  4. Favorite joke? Ummm, I don't think I really have one. And Storyteller used my backup joke. I'll see... here's a really lame one, but it's funny.    Q. What has big ears, is grey, and has a big trunk? A. A mouse going on vacation.
  5. Favorite soda? Sprite
  6. Sweep or vacum? Sweep. yep.
  7. Cat or dog?  Dog. Dog. Dog. DOG! cat.
  8. True books or fiction? Both
  9. Yout opinion of a must see movie. What's a movie? ha ha just kidding. But I have seen so few movies in my life that I really can't answer that.
  10. Sweet tea or unsweet. Unsweet.
  11. Ham or bacon? Bacon, because it comes in turkey form too.

Now here are the questions for those people I tag to answer.

1. Why did you start blogging?
2. What do you like best about your blog?
3. What is your favorite blog?
4. Summer or Winter?
5. Fall or Spring?
6. Fantasy or Historical Fiction?
7. What do you think I look like?
8. History or Math?
9. Music or Sports?
10. Outside or Inside?
11. What is your favorite type of day?(i.e. hot, cold, sunny, cloudy, raining, etc)

3. Choose up to 11 bloggers linking them to your post.

4. Go to their page and inform them of the nomination

5. Absolutely NO tag backs

6. Remember to ONLY tag bloggers with less than 200 followers 

Here are the people I choose.
Instantly British, by Madeline
Three Girls and Their Hobbies, by the Keller Girls
The Generation Gazette, by Storyteller
Totally Me! by Madeline May

I'm glad you don't have to do all eleven people! It's soooo hard to figure out who to tag!

Tuesday, October 23

The Burglar, part 9

That Saturday was my day off, and I had a job in a town a few miles away planned for that evening. I ate supper quickly, gathered my tools, and got in the car.

I drove like I was just going for a trip...I had done this so many time it was instinct by now. I would shop at a store for a little while, then, after it was dark, I would go to the planned target. All seemed to be fine as I drove up to the store, but I couldn't shake an uneasy feeling I had. I looked around--nobody was following me. Believe me, I know what people who are following look like. I snorted. Nobody had ever found me out. Nobody ever would. I had too much experience with the other side. All this worrying was just nonsense.

At seven I drove to the park. I would stay here until it was totally dark, and most of the house lights were off.

At nine I closed my book and turned on the car. Mortia was on the prowl. My car was a silent type, but even so, I parked a block away. Pulling on my mask and gloves and grabbing my handy tool kit, I stealthily walked to the targeted house. I quickly picked the lock, then looked around. Seeing nobody, I slipped inside.

In half an hour I was walking back to the car. Suddenly I had the strong sensation that someone was watching me. I whirled around, tightening my grip on the things I was carrying. A figure stepped out of the shadows.

"So, Combs. It was you. I had hoped this wouldn't happen."

I knew I was holding my breath. My mouth went dry. This wasn't possible. No one could catch me. Hah! She couldn't see my face. I spoke in a feigned voice.

"What did you say?"

Officer Peters stepped forward. "Shirley, you can't fool me. I put a tracking device on your car."

I spoke through clenched teeth. "You better be careful, ma'am. I don't want to hurt you, but..." I fumbled in my pocket.

Detective Peters looked at me. "No, Shirley Combs. No. If you shoot me, all will be told. You will be recognized for the criminal you are." She paused for a minute. "If you will talk to me, that is not neccesarily the case."

Did you like this story? Read the earlier parts by clicking the label 'burglar'

Wow I did a lot this took a long time too

It's a grey day, a cloudy day, a day just perfect for sitting inside and reading. And blogging, of course. So.. I am looking at the polls to see what people want to have. And it is quizzes and contests, of course. *sigh* Well, I have a contest going. Click here to go to it. And I am not going to do a quiz until I have a good story to do it with. Maybe I'll do a Burglar quiz after I get the first book or whatever done. But right now The Burglar has only two main characters and I want to have three, at least. So...please wait for that one.

Next in the polls is book reviews...Ok. I will put in a book review. This picture is the first book in The Missing Series, by Margaret Peterson Haddix. Jonah, an adopted thirteen year old kid, and some others he knows, gets a strange letter in the mail. You are one of the missing, it says. Jonah, and his sister Katherine, try to figure out this mystery. In their investigations, they realize that something strange is happening...

I promise that if you start this book, you will not be able to put it down, and when you finish it, you will immediately want to go on to the next one in the series, Sent. This is a very well written book, full of surprising twists and turns in the plot.

And that's the book review.... next in the polls is pictures. So here are some pictures!

Now, normally I don't do horses, but this is one neat picture!
This rainbow looks like it belongs in a story book...
Soooo me!
this one too
Alright, I think that's enough pictures... what's next?
 I think that's all.
I don't have a story idea right now...
So this is the end....
Fare well!
All pictures from Google 'stack of books' 'running away' 'rainbows'

Sunday, October 21


See this land? That looks a lot like what I'm used to seeing every day. And those cows? Yeah, those too. But the grass.. that's a lot longer and greener than what I've been seeing this year.

Um, that's a complete bunny trail. This is not what I was intending to put in this post. But if you don't mind me asking, please pray for rain for ranchers everywhere.

On to what I was going to post. Anyway, I live really close to some used-to-be-fairly-well-known ranches. And when I think about that...

I see the places where cowboys used to ride every day. I see them every day, I mean. It's sort of funny, thinking about that. When I help move cows, I do it on the same ground people did it a hundred years ago. We do it a bit differently, of course, since times have changed. I have read a book written by a cowboy that worked on the very same land where I lived. Sometimes it gives me a funny feeling. I mean, people have seen these same views for more than a hundred years.

Think about where you live, what you see every day. Who was there before you? Who used to see the same things you see, or if you live in a city, who used to see the view that was here before the city? It's something to think about.

Saturday, October 20

Just 'cause

I didn't really need to do a post. But I wanted you to see my latest work of art and tell me what you think. So... here it is.


A Poem

This is a poem I wrote. Does it need a story?

"Fair sir, thou art far from home, I ween,

Wherefore art thou rushing, canst thou not have seen

The great fire that lights up the northern sky?

Surely you know to go on is to die?"


"Be quiet, thou varlet, and in haste let me go!

Thou'st never met villain, nor fought a dread foe.

I go to find him that hast set that great fire..

If I am too late, then knights are the squires.


For that is the work of an army, I trow,

And even now  brave men are fighting the foe.

'Tis fated that none will believe this dread fact,

Unless I come soon, and tell that one has broken the pact."


Then the peasant let knight go,  and onward he flew

Towards the great fire, and the cold night wind blew.

And the peasant, face ashen, returned to his home,

Where his family lay sleeping, unaware of this doom.

Friday, October 19

The Burglar, part 8

I pulled away from the stolen goods dealer and drove home. Little did I know that a chain of events had been set off that would lead to a difficult choice.
The next morning I was back on duty at the police station. Ms. Peters called me into her office once more.

"Ms. Combs," she said, "I need you to investigate a robbery that happened last night."

I nodded. No need to tell her I wouldn't be able to figure it out. "Yes ma'am. Is that all?"

She was silent a moment, then firmly nodded her head. "Yes, detective Combs, that is all. You are one of our best detectives and I expect the best from you."

I nodded slowly. "Yes ma'am, I'll do my best."

Looking at me piercingly she stared directly into my eyes. "See to it."
A week later a lower detective stood in Detective Peters' office. He was shaking his head ruefully.
"I don't know how this robber is doing this," he said gruffly. "There's been a string of robberies in the whole tri-state area, and we can't get a clue on whoever is doing it. I don't even have a guess."
J. R. Peters sighed. "So you can't figure out this last one either."
He shook his head again. "I just don't see....he even has Detective Combs baffled."
Detective Peters shook her head gravely. "Thank you for telling me this."
The man tipped his cap and strode out.
When he was gone, Jamie Peters put her head in her hands. the evidence was growing against Shirley Combs. She would catch Shirley in the act...alone.
Did you like this? You can read the rest of the story by clicking the label 'Burglar'

There tolls the bell.....

Ding-dong! Donnng! Dlink! Dun dun dun dun dong! Yes, all those are sounds that real bells make. When you hear the word bells, what do you think of? Sleigh bells? Church bells? Cow bells? Those colorful bells that little kids play? (not to belittle those little bells..that's where I learned to love playing bells)

When I hear the word bells, I think of the sort of bells that you see in this picture>>. I am in a youth bell is so fun! I have the bells E6 and F6 and their respective sharps and flats, so I get to play a lot of the melody. Yesterday we met to practice and we learned a new song. In it we actually did make the bells make a sound sort of like "dlink!" I get to see a lot of friends at bell choir too. There's this one girl who is the highest in the choir. Yesterday she had eleven bells. And she's 12 years old. I don't have that hard of a job. I only have four most. That girl did an awesome job.

And at the other end of the scale... there are bells bigger than that one.<<.  I don't think I could play those. Well, at bell choir we are preparing for a concert in December. So I go away from bell choir with Christmas songs stuck in my head...but I'm ready for Christmas anyway....

Have any of you been in a bell choir?

Wednesday, October 17

Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne.... and other stuff

Around the world in eighty days is a fantastic story set in the late eighteen hundreds. Phileas Fogg bets twenty thousand pounds that he can go around the world in eighty days. His servant, Passepartout, goes with him. But a detective is on their trail, and he believes that Phileas Fogg is a bank robber. Follow their adventures as they go through France, Egypt, India, China, Japan, and the young United States of America. They travel by train, boat, elephant, and wind-powered sled. It is a very humorous book, especially the part about America, where you have all the stereotypical Yankee ingenuity. But is Phileas Fogg the bank robber? Does he complete his trip in eighty days? Read the book and find out.

There's your book report...and now for pictures!

Ahh... the beauty of the heavens.
I like this one pretty!
Doesn't this one look like a fairy tale set in North America?
And this one looks like it belongs in a fantasy. 
I want to go over the hill....
What deep and dreadful secret does the swamp hide? Or is it a beautiful secret?
That's all for now!

I Am BACK!!!!!

Yes! My computer is working again! I am so excited to be back! And I have a few things to say.

First off, thanks to everyone who followed my blog in my absence. I am now at fifteen followers... THANK YOU!

Second, only one person has entered my story contest so far. I am hereby extending said contest until Halloween. If you don't know what I am talking about, click here.

Thirdly, I have gotten three votes on my poll for book reviews. Since that is a majority, my next post will be a book review, as soon as I decide which one to review.

And last. I also have three votes for pictures. Will someone please instruct me in the art of putting pictures on my blog? Thanks.

Monday, October 15

I Know.....

Yes, it's been forever. And no, my computer is not fixed. I'm writing this on a different computer.

and I think it's time for a hymn..

More about Jesus would I know,
More of His grace to others show;
More of His saving fulness see,
More of His love who died for me.

More, More about Jesus,
More, more, about Jesus,
More of His saving fulness see,
More of His love who died for me.

If you liked it, comment, and I'll post more!