If you don’t mind the cold, good for you! But have you ever thought of us summer hearts who just love to feel the sun burn against you!!??
Theres a few things… sledding, skiing, snowboarding… ill give winter those games. . . but look, for summer you can do slip n slides, rollerblading and skate boarding! Like come on!!
The fact is you get sick more often in the cold seasons. Who really wants to be sick with some disgusting sore throat anyway?
- Its guaranteed you will see and hear little kids being Elsa. . .
And that kinda sucks because Let It Go is annoying!!!
As if things weren’t gloomy enough.
NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE, NO!!
But hey, it has it perks!
Admit it, you do love that cup of warm tea you made just to watch the snow fall on the quiet evening you have all to yourself!
During all this cold weather, allow me to reminisce my summer adventures!
- I climbed Mt. Katahdin!
The tallest mountain in Maine, to be specific! It was a crazy experience. . .at some points I felt like just giving up, but I never did! The peak was amazing!
- I went to my first amusement park! It was amazing!! I laughed so hard on all the rides. We even went on a very rare gravity changing ride. . . thingy!!
- I went to Adventure land!! Another amusement park that is. . . ONLY BIGGER!!! That was my first roller coaster ride! 🙂
- I went to Adventure Park!!! Not to be confused with Adventure Land, this is a huge obstacle course about fifty feet off the ground (You obviously have harnesses). It takes the fear of heights to the extreme, being that the only way to finish the course. . . is to jump off!
Those are a few of my crazy adventures. . . what did you do??
HELLO THERE!! I found the easiest recipe (for cookies) EVER!
(I’ll be posting some pictures. . . I just have to bake them!)
SO heres what you will need:
- A cup of peanut butter
- A cup of sugar
- One egg
Preheat the oven to 350 while you mix all the ingredients together. These do grow in the oven so make sure you don’t overdo the size here. Roll into small balls and then, with a fork, flatten them. Criss-cross with a fork to make a pattern.
Hopefully they look something like this:
A gift to make yourself this year…
CUTE CROCHET TOTE BAG!!!
I honestly just love this bag for its simple yet sweet look. Its relatively easy and takes about two hours to make… perfect last minute one! (Pattern here: ME! OVER HERE GUYS!
He’s here, Jacob DiCosimo! The newest addition to our large family or eleven! He weighed in at nine pounds and six ounces! Our heaviest little one! He isn’t exactly a bad baby but not the best we’ve had. I guess you could say he is in the middle. Im fine with that. So long as he isn’t like the last one! As I’m using a computer with no pictures, I cant show him right now sadly… I will be posting pictures in the near future!
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With number one being my fave….. (Some of these books are meant for more mature readers, I wouldn’t recommend reading this any younger than twelve.)
- Divergent series! Divergent follows sixteen year old female protagonist Tris, the book starts as Beatrice Prior takes her aptitude test to see what faction she belongs in. The action is all downhill from there! Very thrilling and beautiful, I recommend it to anyone! FAVORITE QUOTES FROM DIVERGENT: “We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.”
- The Hunger Games series! Another strong dystopian read focuses on Katniss Everdeen, (“The girl on fire”) Strong, and beautiful, Katniss Everdeen battles for the death in the 74th (though 75th) Hunger Games. Great read for those looking for motivation to pick up archery! May the odds be ever in your favor reading this one! FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: “Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.”
- The Haven!! Teens live at a hospital established in 2020, called The Haven.Its towering walls protect them from what outside. (Or do they?) Everything the teens do is monitored strictly. Food, clothing water, all of it. But Shiloh is different; she remembers things others can’t. Gideon is, too. Will the teens at Haven hospitals be figure out the truth? Find out while reading this book!! EXCERPT: “They came during lunch. They always do. You know, to get one of us. We bent over our plates of grilled salmon, fresh green beans, and blueberries with cantaloupe. Close enough to whisper. Close enough to touch, if we dared. I could smell the olive oil used to cook the fish. My mouth watered. I couldn’t wait to start eating. In my mind I chowed down this fuel, making my body stronger (I hoped). A better performer (I hoped). Well. Abigail, someone I’ve known as long as we can both remember, leaned toward me. “It’s like you’re eating with your nose,” she said. “Like some kind of Smell-O-Vision or scratch and sniff.” “Either works,” I said. Ms. Iverson, who monitors our table, makes sure we eat, and helps Miss Maria set out our Tonics, nodded over her plate like she wanted to eat, too. A younger Terminal, not yet eight years old, stood. “About time,” I said in a loud whisper. “Glorify this food to give us strength,” the male said. “Glorify this food to give us strength.” We spoke in unison. “Glorify this food to cure our ills.” “Glorify this food to cure our ills.” “Glorify this food to make us Whole.” “Glorify this food to make us Whole.” “Glorify this food to make us perfect for the good of our Benefactors.” “Glorify our Benefactors,” we said, touching our foreheads. The Terminal sat and the sounds of talking and silverware clinking on china filled the dining room. I took a bite of the melon we grow here at Haven Hospital & Halls. It tasted sweet like summer sometimes is, though outside a snowstorm headed our way. It was right after that tiny bite that the side doors to the cafeteria (the ones used only then) opened. These doors, almost as tall as the ceiling, and without windows, squeaked out a warning, but it was as if someone had dropped one of the lead crystal vases filled with flowers. The whole lunchroom went dead quiet. Just like that, hushed. I wasn’t sure I could take a complete breath. “No no no.” My hands went cold, and without saying another word, I clasped them together to keep them from shaking. In the whole of the cafeteria no one seemed to move. Nothing could be heard, though I wondered if my heart was as loud to others as it sounded to me. Were their hearts beating like mine? Two hundred plus of us in here, add in the Staff and Teachers, and not one noise, just beating hearts, maybe pounding hearts. The whole group looking at those gigantic doors opening. The light from an eastern window blinded me and then I could see. Ms. Iverson stood, scraping her chair on the tiled floor, then sat down like she had made a mistake. Mr. MacGee reached out to her. They aren’t supposed to touch. It’s bad for us to see that. But they did, a brief finger-to-hand contact. “Good afternoon, Terminals,” Dr. King said as he walked in through the double doors. He strode across the floor, and did that weird thing with his mouth, stretching it up at the corners. His voice was thin, lost in this room full of bodies and plush chairs, a room with tapestries on the walls, flowers everywhere. He waved like he was on parade or something, the sides of his lab coat fluttering because he took such big steps. That sunlight shone on his light-colored hair when he passed beneath it. Right behind him came Principal Harrison, our pal, everyone’s pal. His ponytail bounced as he walked and his suit was neat, crisp. They hurried to the stage, climbing the stairs two at a time, like maybe they wanted to get this over with. Did their hearts pound? Just last month I practiced on that stage for the part of Nurse in Romeo and Juliet, a play about true sacrifice and giving. It seemed so long ago. Mr. Tremmel, another teacher, ran for the handheld microphone from the china cabinet drawer. We watched. Blood coursed through my veins like it wanted to get free. No, I wanted to get free. Run. Runrunrun. My feet shuffled. Time slowed and sped up at the same moment as Dr. King and Principal Harrison stepped center stage, moving faster than any Terminal could. My hands clenched so that my fingernails dug into my palms. What would they say? Who would they call? Abigail reached for me. Brushed her arm against mine. My head spun with a sudden dizziness and my stomach squeezed in on itself. I thought, If I can count to a hundred before they start speaking. Yes, count. Onetwothreefourfivesixseven … Dr. King and Principal Harrison are Whole—like our Teachers—and they scare me. Hearing the doctor’s name can make my tongue go dry as hot sand. … twentyonetwentytwotwentythreetwentyfour … Run! Stay! Count! My throat went so tight, I thought that bit of lunch might come back up. I could taste cantaloupe again. No longer sweet—now it had the flavor of strong herbs or bad medicine. … Say each number, don’t skip, don’t skip … thirtyeightthirtyninefortyfortyonefortytwoforty … “Not us,” Abigail said. Her voice almost didn’t make it the few inches to me. “Please not anyone I know.” She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Someone, a little male on the opposite side of the room where all the males sit, let out a cry, and all at once three of the younger Terminals near him wailed out this inhuman sound, mouths and eyes wide open. Dr. King, standing at the front of the room now, tried to quiet them with hushed tones into the microphone. He motioned for their table monitor to help. … sixtysixtyonesixtytwo … “We have reports back now for…,” Dr. King said. He held up a manila envelope stuffed with paper and flapped it in the air. “Stop that fussing,” Principal Harrison said. He pointed in the direction of the wailing males. … seventyfiveseventysixseventyseven … Mr. Tremmel leaned over their chairs. I could see him speaking. Two of the males quieted. The third did, too. But his mouth and eyes stayed open—wide. He gripped the table. His hair was blond as the edge of the winter sun. The whole room felt trapped inside me, along with numbers. My skin felt raw, worried. I hadn’t done it. Hadn’t counted fast enough. I would leave again or maybe Abigail. Miss Maria leaned in from the kitchen to watch. “… reports are back for Isaac.” The mic hummed, and a few Terminals murmured. Isaac. It wasn’t me. I wouldn’t go. A headache throbbed behind my temples, then left like it exited my ears. Rituals, I had read in The Terminal Encyclopedia (and the words were now stuck in my head), were believed and practiced by some cultures, though this practice ended the American Terminal culture as we know it. I thought, My counting ritual worked. Dr. King stretched his mouth at us again, making his lips into that frightening half moon, then blew into the microphone and continued. “Isaac, after your meal, please go straight to your room. Someone will be waiting for you there. You’ll need your prepared bag, as you know.” He tapped the envelope. “I hope you all have your bags packed and at the ready. Do you?” We nodded. The whole group of us. Isaac, tall and red-haired, sat three chairs down from Gideon, who was Romeo in the play. Gideon. My stomach dropped into my lap. What now? First my heart racing, now my stomach lurching when I looked at this male. Definite signs of illness. Isaac gave Dr. King a nod. Isaac’s lips were pinched—his freckles bright on his now-pale face. A Teacher near him laid a hand on Isaac’s shoulder and he curled forward then shrugged the Teacher away. Isaac stood, shaking his head like he wanted to clear it, and walked for the doors that led from the dining room. The regular doors that would take him to his bedroom. He took one last look at us all. Isaac was leaving. I swallowed. I am not. He raised his hand in an almost-salute and went into the hall. He hadn’t even finished eating. The most important part of any Terminal’s day—consuming our nutrients—and he left a full plate behind. Principal Harrison took the microphone from the doctor and said, “No gloomy faces here. We must keep the rest of you healthy, now, mustn’t we? Eat up. Only the best food, only the best care for you here at Haven Hospital and Halls. Clean your plates. We always recycle, reuse, and never let anything go to waste.” No one made a sound. Don’t move, don’t even breathe, and they may not see you, I thought. The doctor and our principal left the room, going the way they had come, through the big doors that closed, this time, without a sound. Everyone took on life as minutes crept by. Terminals spoke to each other, soft at first, then the noise level grew. I didn’t have the strength to pick up my fork. Abigail tapped the back of my hand. My head spun. “Eat, Shiloh. Abigail,” Ms. Iverson said, from the far end of the table. “Lunch will be over soon. We don’t need you growing weak, too.” “Yes, Shiloh,” said Abigail. Her forehead wrinkled. She got close enough for our cheeks to touch, though not quite. I slid away. “What would I do if you weren’t with me?” I blinked to make the dizziness go away. “Don’t ask that,” I said. Abigail nodded. “I shouldn’t think of anything outside of Haven Hospital and Halls, but sometimes I do. Like, what I would do if you were gone?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I wish we didn’t live here.” I gulped nothing but air. “That’s preposterous. We’re Terminals,” I said, drawing out the word. “This is where we live.” Abigail picked up her fork and pulled a bit of the salmon apart. “If,” she said. “What about if we didn’t?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought of being away from here.” What do we expect at Haven Hospital & Halls? We are Terminal. I know this. We all know this. We leave. We take our prepared bags sometimes and go. But not like Abigail suggested. Like Isaac now. That kind of leaving is part of us. “Imagine being free,” Abigail said. She whispered the words but they felt so loud, everyone in the Dining Hall must have heard them. “Don’t say that,” I said. Her words made me uncomfortable. “It could have been you and saying this might make it you.” The thought of Abigail being called away was almost as bad as the thought of me being the next one taken out for Treatment. You never know. There is no pattern that I can distinguish. I remember everyone who’s left. And when, too. That information sticks in my brain. Things I need to remember (and things I don’t) stay around longer for me than for other Terminals, even with the Tonic. “We never know who or when or why,” I said. Ruth, sitting on the other side of me, said, “We do know.” Her huge brown eyes seemed even bigger than normal. “The Disease may strike at any moment, any time. We have to be prepared. We stay here and prepare for the worst.” Abigail didn’t answer. “We’re lucky to live here.” Ruth pointed with her knife. “Haven Hospital and Halls is the finest Treatment center available.” Around us the noise in the dining room became a steady hum. Had the Terminals already forgotten about Isaac? Memories the medication should keep away were still close enough for me to touch. Long ago, I quit telling Dr. King how much I remembered, because the increase in Tonics made me so sick, I couldn’t eat. It’s best to keep some things to myself. No one needs to know what’s in my head. That irreverent thought made me want to tell on myself, but I pushed it away. “Eat. Keep strong,” Ruth said. She ate like her words would keep her from leaving again. Now Abigail’s lips were thin and white, like the blood had seeped from them. I brushed my fingertip against her arm, a quick touch, though it meant a burst of nausea. Her skin was as cold as if nothing ran through her veins. “Ruth’s right, Abigail,” I said, and Ruth nodded. “You’ve heard the doctors. The better health we have, the better chance we have.” Abigail turned to her food. And though I wasn’t sure it would help, I finished lunch. Copyright © 2014 by Carol Lynch Williams”
- KALAHARI!!! Oh! Kalahari! I love this book to much! To be honest, I think its evenly ranked with “The Haven”. Kalahari is a fantastic read, Sarah, daughter of a zoologist is in charge of taking a few novice teens on a expedition in the Kalahari desert. But then the little expedition goes terribly wrong. When the teens run into a silver lion, things go quickly downhill. I HONESTLY LOVE THIS BOOK!!!! I just love this book! You can not go wrong with reading this book! I promise you that much!!!! FAVORITE QUOTE FROM KALAHARI: (Sorry, can’t remember the full quote!) People are like stars. When they tell their stories, they become constellations, when they keep to themselves, living lives of worry, they burn all alone.
And that pretty much ends my summer reads… if I forgot any, ill put them on there asap! Bye!