"May the odds be ever in your favor."- Effie Trinket

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Christmas Countdown:Day 3, 26 days left

Okay! So today I present to you a SUPER cute idea with inspiration from http://thecraftpatch.blogspot.com/. It starts with a picture:Each 12 days of Christmas there is a treat that go along with a story...Below is the link to the story along with the candy number the story goes along with:
Day 1:A Christmas Family(red envelope filled with chocolate coins)
Day 2:Rudolph--that amazing reindeer(reindeer marshmallows)
Day 3:An older brother's gift(candy book)
Day 4:The other wise man(candy ring"jewels")Btw-the website for the story doesn't work:-(
Day 5:Christmas day in the morning(cow tales)
Day 6: In Shepherd's Field (pooping sheep)
Day 7:
The Christmas Orange (chocolate orange)
Day 8:
A Christmas Gift For Jesus (chocolate dollars)
Day 9:
Why Christmas Trees Aren't Perfect (Peep Christmas trees)
Day 10:
Christmas On The Rhine (gingerbread men)
Day 11:
A Brother Like That (race car candies)

And then wrap the candy up individually, print off and roll up the story for that day and attach a tag that says what day the "present" is supposed to be opened. Like this:
A neat touch to the craft would be to include a poem:

We thought this present would be good
to get you in the Christmas mood.
Each day there's a story,
they're all really neat.
Along with each story
comes a special treat.
Open each package one by one
We hope it brings lots of Christmas fun!

Guess what?! Tomorrow's December 1st!!! Happy December everyone;-)


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Christmas Countdown:Day 2, 27 days left

Are you ready for some true Christmas magic? Well this Summer I read Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul and I read a short story in it that really got to me! I thought that it would be appropriate for the Christmas Countdown, so here goes:
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
1 John 1:9 NIV
For three days a fierce winter storm had traveled 1,500 miles across the North Pacific from Alaska, packing gale-force winds and torrential rains. In the Sierra Nevadas to the east, the snow was piling up and would offer great skiing once the storm had passed.
In the foothills of the Sierras in the town of Grass Valley, California, the streets were flooded, and in some parts of town, the power was off where trees had blown down. At the small church, the heavy rain and high winds beat against the windows with a violence that Father O’Malley had never before heard.
In his tiny bedroom, O’Malley was laboriously writing Sunday’s sermon by candlelight. Out of the darkness, the phone in his office rang, shattering his concentration. He picked up the candle, and with his hand cupped in front of it, ambled down the hall in a sphere of dim flickering light.
As he picked up the phone, a voice quickly asked, “Is this Father O’Malley?”
“I’m calling from the hospital in Auburn,” said a concerned female voice. “We have a terminally ill patient who is asking us to get someone to give him his last rites. Can you come quickly?”
“I’ll try my best to make it,” O’Malley answered. “But the river is over its banks, and trees are blown down all over town. It’s the worst storm I’ve seen in all the years I’ve been here. Look for me within two hours.”
The trip was only 30 miles, but it would be hard going. The headlights on Father O’Malley’s 20-year-old car barely penetrated the slashing rain, and where the winding road crossed and recrossed the river in a series of small bridges, trees had blown down across the river’s banks. But for some reason, there was always just enough room for Father O’Malley to make his way around them. His progress was slow and cautious, but he continued on toward the hospital.
Not a single vehicle passed him during his long, tense journey. It was way past midnight, and anyone else out on a night like this would also have to be on an emergency mission.
Finally, in the near distance, the lights of the small hospital served as a beacon to guide O’Malley for the last 500 yards, and he hoped he had arrived in time. He parked behind the three other cars in the parking lot to avoid as much wind as possible, slipped into the right-hand seat and awkwardly wrestled his way into his raincoat before stepping out into the wind-whipped deluge.
With his tattered Bible tucked deep inside his overcoat pocket, O’Malley forced the car door open, stepped out and then leaned into the wind. Its power almost bowled him over, and he was nearly blown away from the hospital entrance.
Once inside, the wind slammed the hospital door shut behind him, and as he was shaking the water from his coat, he heard footsteps headed his way. It was the night nurse.
“I’m so glad you could get here,” she said. “The man I called you about is slipping fast, but he is still coherent. He’s been an alcoholic for years, and his liver has finally given out. He’s been here for a couple of weeks this time and hasn’t had one single visitor. He lives up in the woods, and no one around here knows much about him. He always pays his bill with cash and doesn’t seem to want to talk much. We’ve been treating him off and on for the last couple of years, but this time it’s as though he’s reached some personal decision and has given up the fight.”
“What’s your patient’s name?” O’Malley asked.
“The hospital staff has just been calling him Tom,” she replied.
In the soft night-light of the room, Tom’s thin sallow countenance looked ghostlike behind a scraggly beard. It was as though he had stepped over the threshold and his life was already gone.
“Hello, Tom. I’m Father O’Malley. I was passing by and thought we could talk a bit before you go to sleep for the night.”
“Don’t give me any of that garbage,” Tom replied. “You didn’t just stop by at 3:30 in the morning. I asked that dumb night nurse to call someone to give me my last rites because I know my deal is done and it’s my turn to go. Now get on with it.”
“Patience,” said Father O’Malley, and he began to say the prayers of the last rites.
After the “Amen,” Tom perked up a bit, and he seemed to want to talk.
“Would you like to make your confession?” O’Malley asked him.
“Absolutely not,” Tom answered. “But I would like to just talk with you a bit, before I go.”
And so Tom and Father O’Malley talked about the Korean War, and the ferocity of the winter storm, and the knee-high grass and summer blossoms that would soon follow.
Occasionally, during the hour or so before daylight, Father O’Malley would ask Tom again, “Are you sure you don’t want to confess anything?”
After a couple of hours, and after about the fourth or fifth time that Father O’Malley asked the same question, Tom replied, “Father, when I was young, I did something that was so bad that I’ve never told anyone about it. It was so bad that I haven’t spent a single day since without thinking about it and reliving the horror.”
“Don’t you think it would be good for you to tell me about it?” O’Malley asked.
“Even now, I still can’t talk about what I did,” Tom said. “Even to you.”
But as the first gray light of dawn crept into the room and began to form shadows, Tom sadly said, “Okay. It’s too late for anyone to do anything to me now, so I guess I might as well tell you.”
“I worked as a switchman on the railroad all my life, until I retired a few years ago and moved up here to the woods. Thirty-two years, two months and 11 days ago, I was working in Bakersfield on a night kind of like tonight.”
Tom’s face became intense as the words began to tumble out. “It happened during a bad winter storm with a lot of rain, 50-mile-an-hour winds and almost no visibility. It was two nights before Christmas and to push away the gloom, the whole yard crew drank all through the swing shift. I was drunker than the rest of them, so I volunteered to go out in the rain and wind and push the switch for the northbound 8:30 freight.”
Tom’s voice dropped almost to a whisper as he went on. “I guess I was more drunk than I thought I was because I pushed that switch in the wrong direction. At 45 miles an hour that freight train slammed into a passenger car at the next crossing and killed a young man, his wife and their two daughters.
“I have had to live with my being the cause of their deaths every day since then.”
There was a long moment of silence as Tom’s confession of this tragedy hung in the air. After what seemed like an eternity, Father O’Malley gently put his hand on Tom’s shoulder and said very quietly, “If I can forgive you, God can forgive you, because in that car were my mother, my father and my two older sisters.”
Warren Miller

Monday, November 28, 2011

Countdown to Christmas!

With there being                                                                                       But who's counting?(me!)

I have decided to do a post that has to do with Christmas every day until the wonderful celebration!!
So...to kick off the Christmas Countdown I am going to start with some of the cutest Christmas crafts(brought by....PINTEREST!!)

1.reindeer noses saying for candy    Reindeer Noses

2. Have a holly      Haha!

3.      "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"

4.We could all use a little extra      Secret Santa : We could all use some "dough" this time of year!

5.We wash you a merry Xmas!      Soap, we "wash" you a Merry Christmas this year!

6. Popping by to wish you a merry xmas     "Popping" to wish you a Merry Christmas! Popcorn, get it?!?

7.Christmas Treat Ideas    "Twizz" the season to be jolly!

8.   And of course the legendary, Reindeer Poop!

See you tomorrow for Christmas Countdown!

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!

I am so behind on my Hunger Games blogging! The movie comes out on March 23rd, 2012!!!!!! Here is the WICKEDLY trailer!!
 Like Mrs. Butcher says,"IT GIVES ME GOOSEBUMPS!" I also found this awesome poster on Pinterest.com(which is VERY addicting, more on that later, I am going to have a week when I show you all of the most COOLEST things I've found on there...that's why I'll need a week;-) But anyway here's the pic:

For those of you who have read the book, it makes PERFECT sense!! Oh one more thing...I would like to dedicate this post to my friend and blog follower Julia Coelho!!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Halloween Costumes!

Instead of doing a poll on Tuesday...I have decided to ask a question! What was THE best Halloween costume that you saw? Leave a comment answering the question. Also, what were you if you dressed up? Let me know! I was Smurfette and I havent decided what was my favorite costume...I will let you know later!

It's Wednesday!

This is an optical illusion that I think is rather funny! It's usually just the first picture...but this image shows the illusion upside down too! Two different types of people as the same image!