The Versatile Blogger Award

Good afternoon! 🙂 I was nominated by JoT over at Journal of Thought for the Versatile Blogger award. Thank you so much JoT; I love tags and am honored to be nominated. 🙂 For this award, I am supposed to share seven things about myself. Let’s see if I can surprise anyone with some facts about the girl behind the blog. Shall we?

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Fact #1: I blurt random words at random times.

It happens when I get mega excited about stuff. Or mega not-excited. The Bro and I were playing Wii together, and I totally messed up, so I said the first word that came to mind: “Apricot!” Other words I’ve been known to spout off at moments of triumph (or failure) are: gumdrops, armadillo, peaches, sweet applesauce, sugar snap peas. (Anyone notice I like food?)

Fact #2: I can braid my own hair,  but not other people’s (at least not very easily).

Inspired by one of my close friends who has mega-long hair, and sick of having just-above-my-shoulder-length hair and not being able to do much with it, I decided to grow mine out. In addition to your basic braid and French braid, I’ve learned to do a Dutch braid, a few braided headbands, a lace braid and a couple others that I think I invented but they don’t have a name. I’ve made a bow with my hair a couple times too. It’s pretty fun!

Fact #3: I am left-handed…on most things. 

I do some things right-handed, so a lot of the time I’m confused about which hand is my left and which is my right. That also means that I might not want to be your first choice of navigator in your car, unless you don’t mind me pointing and saying “that way,” almost always. I use the “L” trick a lot. Some of the things I do right handed are: scissors, batting, golfing, and I wear my watch on my left arm (which is what right-handed people are supposed to do).

Fact #4: My brother is one of my closest friends. 

We explore our corner of the world on our bikes, go on adventures, and tease each other. I can’t imagine life without him.

Fact #5: I like to name things.

I named my old computer Yui (You-Eee). Much like Qwerty of VeggieTales. Anyways, Yui the First was quite…temperamental. He didn’t always like to start, and quite often liked to crash, and hated to cooperate. Now I am onto Yui the Second, who behaves so much better than his predecessor. I also have a cute piggy bank named Maurice, and a pink puffball key chain named Irving.

Fact #6: I don’t drink a lot of pop (or for those of you who call it differently, soda). 

Unless it’s a special occasion, like going to the movie theater or a get-together or party. I don’t care for all the sugar that’s in it, and I really am just fine with water, milk, tea or the occasional hot chocolate! But if I do have pop, I like Orange the best.

Fact #7: I like floral candles over fruity.

Not to say that I don’t like some fruity candles, but 8.7 times out of 10, I like floral better. I enjoy stopping in at Yankee Candle and smelling them. My latest favorite is a sunflower candle, and a lilac one. 🙂

Well, I think that’s it!

I had a lot of fun with this tag, and now it’s time for me to nominate people to keep it a-rollin’.

Faith @ I Like That and Sarah @ Forever Aspiring Writer

Thanks for reading guyses! Until next time!

much love, Emma xo

 

 

3 Tips for an Improved Sledding Experience

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Sledding.

It’s a wonderful winter pastime; a true classic for kids and adults alike. I love sledding. It’s so fun. Of course, in order to sled, you need three things, all of which are essential.

  1. A hill to sled down,
  2. A sled to sled with,
  3. Snow to sled on

All three together, you have an afternoon of fun waiting to happen. For years I have enjoyed whizzing down the hill, running back up, and sliding down again. My brother and I have made ramps and bumps to hit and invented a couple games to play.

Through it all we have accumulated quite a few sledding stories. From those sledding stories, tidbits of knowledge. And those tidbits of knowledge? Well folks, that’s what I am going to share with you today. If anything, my trial and error won’t become your own–that is, you’ll learn something from my past (and failed) experiences.

Sledding Tip #1: Don’t Walk on the Track

There is always a section for walking and a section for sledding. These are always two distinct areas; never one in the same. That way as you’re walking up, other people can sled down. As you’re sledding down, you won’t hit people walking up. Nice, right? Another plus to this is that when the snow freezes hard, your track won’t be a frozen strait of footprints. A frozen track of footprints makes for a bumpy ride. Don’t walk on the track.

Sledding Tip #2: Be Wary of Ice 

Ice is the best thing to sled on because of the speed factor. To feel the wind against your face as you speed down the hill…ahhhhh!!! It’s so fun. One year we arrived to the sledding hill only to discover that everything was covered in a layer of ice. Of course we had to stay and try it out. We slipped and shuffled our way up the hill and soared down. It was a blast! Except we couldn’t make the return trip up. The result of trying was falling flat on your back. Ice is fun, but only in limited quantities!!

Another potential hazard of ice-sliding is not being able to stop your sled when you reach the bottom and possibly hurting yourself. (My mom will be nodding and saying to herself, Mm-hmm, when she reads this.) But as long as you avoid the big ice boulders where snowplows have dumped their snow, then you’re perfectly fine!

Sledding Tip #3: Know How to Steer

I have been sledding for years. I know how to steer a sled. But if you saw me last week, sledding down the hill, trying to hit a snow ramp? You would’ve said to your buddy, “Wow, that chick needs to learn how to steer.” As you watched me circle and circle and circle and circle my way down.48-in-wham-o-snowboogie-alpine-rocket-foam-sled-15498

Last year I broke my sled while sledding. I really love these foam ones because they are nice to land on after hitting a ramp. They are pretty sturdy. Assuming you don’t land on the handle a bunch of times and break it off, like I did. When I found two new foam sleds at Salvation Army, I was stoked! Last week my brother and I got to try them out for the first time. But for the life of me, I just. can’t. stop. spinning. And I have no idea why! I’ve tried shifting my weight, sitting on the back of the sled, the front of the sled, lying on my stomach (I can go mostly straight when I do that). I usually sit on my knees, you see. Anyways, before I had it 100% figured out, I thought I would hit the ramp we made.

Bad choice. Just as I was about to hit the ramp, I turned sideways and demolished it. After rebuilding, I tried again. Only this time, I hit it backwards, flew in to the air, and landed on my side. My brother encouraged me to try it again, so I did…and I hit it straight on!! The landing was less than graceful though.

Oh, here’s another one I just remembered. Instead of ramps, my brother and I decided to make these speed bumps down the track. We dug small trenches and built bumps and hit them. The Bro went and then it was my turn. But as I went down, my sled turned sideways.

“Don’t hit it sideways!” he yelled, but I didn’t hear. As he later described to me, I looked like Superman slamming through a skyscraper and skidding to a stop, leaving a dirt trail behind me.

Practice makes perfect and once I figure out this doggone sled, I should be able to steer just fine. (It’s not me!)


Okay y’all…I think that’s it! All I can think of at the moment, anyways. 😉 All the information in this post has been gleaned from past and personal experiences, though I do not claim to be an expert. 😉  I’d love to hear about your sledding experiences in the comments below. If there’s one thing I love about winter, it’s the sledding…it’s so fun!

Until the next time, folks! Happy Almost New Year!

Emma xo

Counted With the Stars by Connilyn Cossette – Book Review

Counted with the Stars Connilyn Cossette - Majestic AdventuresSold into slavery by her father and forsaken by the man she was supposed to marry, young Egyptian Kiya must serve a mistress who takes pleasure in her humiliation. When terrifying plagues strike Egypt, Kiya is in the middle of it all.

To save her older brother and escape the bonds of slavery, Kiya flees with the Hebrews during the Great Exodus. She finds herself utterly dependent on a fearsome God she’s only just beginning to learn about, and in love with a man who despises her people. With everything she’s ever known swept away, will Kiya turn back toward Egypt or surrender her life and her future to Yahweh?

 

This is Connilyn Cossette’s first book…and I’d say she did very well! From the moment I began reading, I was swept into the Egyptian world, picturing vivid images from the author’s descriptions. Not knowing too-terrible-much about life in Egypt, I was intrigued and fascinated, and loved to read what it might’ve been like during the plagues for the Egyptians.

The first half is about Kiya’s life in slavery, the second about her decision to flee Egypt with the Hebrews. I liked how Connilyn got into Kiya’s life and showed the struggles that must’ve taken place, not only when the plagues hit, but when Kiya was stripped from her social status and lowered to a slave.  The plagues were interesting to read about, offering a new depth. There were several times I just thought, “Wow!” It brought to life the ten plagues that swept through Egypt. Kiya’s struggle between her gods and Yahweh seemed pretty realistic to me.

Even when they were fleeing Egypt in the wilderness, I was still interested in reading the story. I do enjoy some romance, and this book had that too. Sometimes it seemed a little overdone, though. While some people thought the book was slow, I thought it was well-paced.  As another reviewer put it, this book was thought-provoking.

There were only two things that I didn’t like about this book. The first thing was that sometimes it seemed a little…predictable. There were no major plot twists, and I had a pretty good idea of some things for a while before they were revealed. That being said, I still heartily enjoyed reading about Kiya’s story.

Second, it’s important that biblical fiction hold to what the Bible says. This book did that…for the most part. In fact, there were a few parts where I said to myself, That wasn’t in the Bible, only to look it up in Exodus for myself and find it, which really impressed me. However, when I read that the Red Sea completely froze into two walls of ice, and that God spoke directly to all the Israelites to give His commands, I cross-checked that as well. In the Bible, it says the walls were water, and that God spoke to Moses and then relayed what His commands were. In the book, the Lord’s voice overwhelmed the adults but the children could listen easily. At this point, I kind of checked out…this isn’t what I read in Bible, and was the book’s biggest disappointment.

This book was beautifully written with vivid imagery, compelling story and characters, even if at times a little predictable. Kiya’s journey seemed realistic and was engaging. She was a strong main character with real struggles to overcome. The side characters that accompanied her journey were likeable and amusing. For a debut book, Connilyn Cossette did a wonderful job, if only she would’ve completely held to what the Bible says.

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas…

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly! I loooove Christmastime. It’s so festive. Currently the grounds around my area of life are laden with snow. My mum and I even built a snowman, a smidge taller than I am (and I’m 5′ 6″)! I’m in the midst of getting presents around and ready, singing Christmas carols, and thinking about what I’m going to make and bake for Christmas at Gram’s house. That all being said, I thought I’d dedicate a post to some crafts, recipes, and songs, all fit for Christmas. Ready?

One thing that I really enjoy doing at Christmastime is making gifts and cards. Under certain circumstances I buy them (i.e. lack of time or ability to make, or even occasionally, motivation), but there’s something really special about making stuff by hand. Here are some of the cards I made this year. Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself inspired to get creative!

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All the cards I started with a white cardstock card and used scrapbook paper, markers and stickers to achieve the look I was going for. On some of the cards I didn’t get very elaborate at all, because I was sort of on a time crunch. I found some pretty paper, slapped it on, and found a coordinating sticker. I think they turned out to be some of my best!

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The Santa Claus card is definitely my favorite, and was relatively easy. I cut a piece of red cardstock to the width of the card, and then scalloped the edges so when I put it against the white card, it would look like the white puffy stuff on Santa’s hat. I did the same thing for Santa’s skin tone, scalloping the top the same way so it finished out his hat brim, and then scalloping the bottom so it looked like he had a beard. To bring it all together, I outlined everything in black, and drew his eyes, nose, and mouth. Ho, ho, ho!

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Okay, so, I don’t know about you guys, but food is a huge part of Christmas in my family. It’s just delicious. There’s always an abundance of food, so you don’t need to worry about going hungry. The first thing on our Christmas menu is bacon-wrapped water chestnuts. It has bacon, so, need we say more? We always make a big batch of these this time of year, because they have the tendency to be eaten in heaping amounts at a time. It’s also good to have helpers, because if you’re making a lot…well, you’ll see why.

Bacon Wrapped Water Chestnuts Recipe

photo credit to Food.com!!!
photo credit to Food.com!!!

Ingredients:

3 cans water chestnuts

1-1/2 lbs bacon (cut the strips in half)

1 cup ketchup

1 cup sugar (white or brown)

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Drain water chestnuts. Wrap each one with a 1/2 strip of bacon and secure with a toothpick. (Here is where help is a good idea if you’re making enough for a small army.) Place in a 9×13 pan and bake for 30 minutes. In a mixing bowl, mix sugar and ketchup together. Pour mixture over water chestnuts and continue baking for another 30 minutes or until they carmelize and crisp up. Enjoy!

Extra tidbit:

You will want to drain the bacon grease before adding the sauce.


Raspberry Almond Shortbread Cookies Recipe

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photo credit to Food Network.com!!

Ingredients:

1 cup butter, softened

2/3 cup sugar

1/2 teaspoon almond flavor

2 cups flour

1/2 cup seedless raspberry jam

Sugar to sprinkle

1 cup powdered sugar

3-4 teaspoons water

1-1/2 teaspoon almond flavor

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Beat butter, sugar, and 1/2 teaspoon almond flavor. Beat in as much flour as you can with electric mixer,, then stir in rest of flour by hand. Use cookie scoop (1-inch size) and place on ungreased baking sheet. Use thumb to press indentation into center of ball. Spoon in 1/2 teaspoon jam then sprinkle with sugar. Bake for 10 minutes. Combine powdered sugar and 1 teaspoon almond flavor. Add enough water to make drizzling consistency. Drizzle the cookies with icing.

Extra tidbit:

If you like blueberries, what about using blueberry jam? I haven’t actually tried this, but I am going to this year. Or peach jam, or apricot? Oh the possibilities. An array of fruit thumbprint cookies. And I believe we got about 36 cookies out of this recipe.

(Have you heard of seafoam candy? Oh my land, delicious. I did a post about it a year or so ago that you can find here!)


The final stop on our Christmas excursion is in the music department. What is Christmas without music?

A very non-melodic Christmas, that’s what.

Anyways, here is one of my favorite “silly” Christmas songs, sung by Gayla Peevy: I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas. I discovered it about four years ago and sang it non-stop. My family loves it. (No, I’m totally not being sarcastic, hahahahaha…) Last year, my Grandma asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Because I like to talk in song lyrics occasionally, I told her I wanted a hippopotamus.

Guess what my Grandma got me for Christmas? A stuffed hippo. It was awesome. Hippa the Hippo is one of my favorite Christmas gifts. So if you haven’t heard this song before, here you are!

 

Second up on the favorite list this year is a brand-new one put out by one of my favorite singers, Beckah Shae. It’s called Smile. I love it because, like Buddy the Elf, smiling’s my favorite.

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!

Love Emma xoxoxox

 

 

 

 

When You’re Wondering What’s Next…

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Couple nights ago as I was talking to God, I asked Him the all-important question in my life right now. “Hey God…what’s next?” I’ve reached a point where I’m about to step into a new adventure of life, and I’m trying to figure out what direction God wants me to take.

It was nearly midnight, but I decided to try and flip through my Bible and find some reassuring verses on the future or God’s leading, but nothing was really speaking to me. Feeling only a tad discouraged, I just kind of thought, “Let’s check out Matthew 10.” So I did. Near the end of the chapter, I found these verses I’d underlined earlier, and knew that this was God’s answer to me.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.  And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. ~Matthew 10:29-31 (NIV)

Reading those verses reminded me. God will take care of me and all the fine-details of my life. He takes care of the sparrows, and I am worth more than many sparrows. God knows everything about me, all down to the very number of hairs that are on my head. And if He takes the time to know that detail about me (one that I don’t even bother to know myself, because why on earth take the time?) then He will most definitely take care of me and my future and everything else.

I don’t need to know what the ten-year-plan is, or the five-year-plan, or even the one year plan. I’m learning to take each step as it comes and to follow God’s guiding and to trust Him, because He knows best. After all,

A man’s mind plans his way [as he journeys through life], But the Lord directs his steps and establishes them. ~Proverbs 16:9 (AMP)

Sometimes its not easy. There have been days where I just want to know what on earth am I going to be doing a year from now? Because I don’t know. Only God knows, and I wish He would fill me in a little bit.

When that happens, I remember that God hasn’t forgotten about me. He’s not up there scratching His head, thinking “Oh…yeah, her. Um…now what?” I remember that God has brought me here, where I am now. And when I look back on everything that God has done in my life up until this point, I know that the verse in Deuteronomy is true.

 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. ~Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV) 

There have been times in the past where I think, “Wow, this is huge. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Um, God?”At the time it was hard to see what God was doing, but looking back I can see that God did just what He said He would do. Through the unknowns He lead me, He never left me, and I grew closer to Him in the process. (He also never leaves you even when you know what you’re doing, just to throw that out there!)

Those experiences, those hard times, grew me to be more like Christ. I’m closer to Him now than I was five years ago. I trust Him more now than I did five years ago. I’ve seen how God can take a situation that seems horrible at the time, and grow it into something amazing.

I know the same is true now, as I try to figure out what’s next in my life. When I get that question, “Hey, Emma, what’s the plan?” my response is, “I don’t really have a plan. God’s taking me one step at a time.” (In a world where having “a plan” is the thing, this is sometimes a shocker–but that’s okay! We’re called to be different, right?) God has proven to me in the past how He’s truly got everything in His hand. He won’t lead me wrong. One step at a time is good enough for me.

Someday I will look back on this season in life and think, “Yup, I can see God there where I didn’t see Him in the moment. He was totally working that out, just like He said He would.” Maybe it doesn’t make sense why we went through some rough patches in life. Just trust God, and know that He doesn’t waste anything.

 For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord.  For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain and snow come down from the heavens, and return not there again, but water the earth and make it bring forth and sprout, that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes forth out of My mouth: it shall not return to Me void [without producing any effect, useless], but it shall accomplish that which I please and purpose, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it. ~Isaiah 55:8-11 (AMPC)

It’s hard. It really is sometimes. I may not have it all together, but that’s the thing. God doesn’t give up on me. He loves me where I’m at, even on my bad days, but He loves me too much to let me stay that way. He wants to bring me to a place where I am trusting, relying, loving, serving Him 100% of the time. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. God’s got your best interest at heart. He loves you.

When you’re not sure where you’re headed next,

When you can’t see how this could possibly turn into good,

When you’re not even sure if God remembers that you’re still struggling to hold it all together,

Let go and let God do His thing. He knows where you’re going.

Sometimes life might feel as hopeless as completing a 1000 piece puzzle without any picture on the box to compare it to. Impossible, right?

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” ~Matthew 19:26

Not impossible. Because y’all, we got a God that’s bigger than everything. He’s bigger than any mountain that we can or cannot see, bigger than the boogie man, and bigger than the impossibilities of this world.

God takes care and loves the little birdies. You’re worth more than many sparrows.

He loves you.

He’ll never leave you.

Just trust.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust and am not afraid… ~Psalm 56:3-4a

 

 

The Case of the Missing Ring

 

Case of the Missing Ring | Majestic Adventures It’s only been a few days, but I think you’ll get a kick out of how I lost my ring (like I lost my earring a few days ago). So I thought heh, why wait?

Ironically, I lost my ring because I was trying not to lose it.

Let me explain.

My brother and I met some friends at a ball field to play some baseball. I love a good baseball game. I can usually hit a double; sometimes a triple. That might be because there’s only two or three people on a team and one, possibly two of them are in the outfield. But it’s still really fun.

As I was going up to bat, I noticed that my ring was starting to slip off my finger. I bought my ring, a heart-shaped opal ring (really pretty; I love it) while we were on vacation a few years ago. Since it was coming off my finger pretty easily, I slid it into my pocket and carried on as usual.

The game was over a while later (though I can’t remember who won. We can just say that my and my brother’s team won. I’m cool with that). The bro and I got on our bikes and headed home. We were in a hurry because we were going to see a concert with the family later that night, and I was really looking forward to it.

I got home and was getting ready, and that’s when I realized…my ring was gone. (Sounding familiar to those who read my last post?? Aack.) After checking the pockets of my jeans, I began to get frantic because it. was. not. there.

Where on earth was this thing??????????

We had to leave soon!!!!!! I don’t like to leave things unfinished (i.e. a search for a missing piece of jewelry).

I had really gotten used to it being on my finger, so my middle finger felt a little naked and cold.

Same tune, different words: everyone began to help me look for it. I searched everywhere. I had carried my clothes to the laundry room so I checked the whole path that I had taken. I got on my hands and knees and looked around the bathroom. My brother and I got on our bikes and back-tracked it to the ball field in search of this thing, checking the roads and everything.

Sigh. There were many tears. I couldn’t find it. I had to leave for the concert before I could find it. I was praying that I would, because I really loved that ring. It especially irked because I had been trying not to lose it but it was still lost!

Why do I lose things? I don’t mean to. I really do try to take good care of my stuff.

It’s just one of those things, I suppose.

Despite all that, however, it was a really great concert. I had a lot of fun.

Until I got home and was reminded that my ring was still gone. 😦

But you know what’s really cool?

I think God just picked my ring up from wherever I had really and truly lost it and plopped it right in front of me. Because the next morning, having still not found the ring, I ventured into our basement for something-or-other.

The light caught something just right, and in my peripheral vision I saw a glimmer. Simultaneously I felt a glimmer of hope as I turned, and looked….

In the middle of the basement floor was my opal ring.

And folks, I know that thing wasn’t there last night. I scoured those floors looking for it. Anyone for a miracle, folks? 😀

My ring was sitting right in the center. In the center!

Oh, glorious day! I was ecstatic, as you can well guess!! Ah, it was a happy day. Very happy indeed. The lost ring was indeed found. We can stamp that case closed!

But you know, it’s strange how used you can get to wearing a ring or a bracelet. It feels weird when you lose it and it’s not there anymore. (Not that I lost my bracelet last month or anything, no, why would you think I’d do something crazy like that???)

(FYI I found it. #score)

Yes, my ring and I were reunited. Would you believe me if I told you that two months later a prong in my ring became loose and the opal fell out while I was at a park?

Oh jewelry. I don’t think it agrees with me, but I wear it anyways. It keeps life interesting.

 

The Lost Earring

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Last night I was in a semi-rush trying to get ready. A friend had asked me last minute to go see a high school play and I had a little over forty minutes before she arrived to pick me up. I still had to eat and blow dry my hair, but I wasn’t feeling frazzled until I was cleaning my earrings.

And I dropped one.

And I was standing right by the sink.

Oh no.

I really needed that earring. I just pierced my ears two months ago and am supposed to wear earrings full-time for six months. My ears are allergic to certain types of metal, but I’ve found that stainless steel works just fine.

The only earrings I have that are stainless steel just happen to be the one I dropped.

Possibly down the sink. I really hoped it wasn’t down the sink.

But there’s no doubt I’ve lost my jewelry. Again. You see, it would seem I have bad luck with jewelry. Not that I believe in luck, but somehow I always do something to end up losing it. (Serious question: Should I do a part 2 later, Case of the Missing Ring?)

“Um, hey, Mom? Can you come here?” She entered the bathroom to find me on the floor as I scanned underneath the counter and dresser for my little 3mm earring. “I lost my earring.”

Together we scanned the floors. Flashlights were brought out in hopes that the light would reflect off the metal. We enlisted the the help of my brother and investigated the hallway, thinking maybe it had rolled underneath the bathroom door.

“Were any drawers open when you dropped it?” Mom asked me. I told her no, that only the cupboard door was swung open a little bit. We pulled everything out of the cupboard, but still no earring.

Which left the sink drain as the only logical choice. Mom sent my brother out to the garage for a wrench we could use on the pipes, and a bucket to catch everything that released when we took the sink apart. We opened up the pipes and water drained out. Mom looked for an earring, but only came up with a penny (lost when my brother was washing off his latest metal detecting finds a few months ago).

Our bathroom has double sinks, so she poured the water from the bucket into the other sink. Except our sinks are double sinks. As in, connected. All the water spilled out the disconnected pipe into our cupboard.

So we mopped that mess up, and I asked God to please help me find my earring. The lady in the parable of the lost coin found her coin, so I was really hoping here! After we threw the last soppy towel into the laundry hamper, Mom exclaimed, “Aha! Here it is!”

It wasn’t in the sink and it wasn’t on the floor–it was in the cupboard. It had fallen through the ajar cupboard door and landed inside where it rolled behind the edge.

And after much searching and plumbing we found it. Sweet!

Plus I was able to quick eat a scrambled egg with cheese and have a little time to spare before my friend arrived.

So I guess everything turned out okay. Thanks Lord!!

But just a piece of advice? Well, maybe two pieces. First: Check around the edges of your cupboard for that elusive earring. You never know where it might be tucked into. Second: If it turns out you gotta do some home plumbing and you happen to have double sinks, make sure you don’t go pouring water into the other one unless you know they aren’t connected. And you remember that they’re not connected.

Until the next time, folks!

Lots of love,

Emma xoxox

 

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Ze Blogger Recognition Award

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Thanks for nominating me for the Blogger Recognition Award, Sarah @ Forever Aspiring Writer! The award is a way to say HEY to all the great bloggers out there…so thanks! ❤


rules:

write a post to show your award -+- give a brief story of how your blog started -+- give two pieces of advice for new bloggers -+- thank whoever nominated you and link their blog -+- select other blogs to recognize as awesome bloggers!

how a bookworm’s majestic adventures began:

In September of 2013 when I clicked the Create Website button on WordPress, my blog was going to be solely a review blog. Books, movies, random stuff like EOS lip balm and lotion. As the posts went on I found that instead of reviews, I really enjoyed writing about random stuff…like the baking flops of my life and the time I ate corn nuts with braces. Although the occasional review does make an appearance here or there. 😉

blogger advice:

Sarah said this and I’m sure that everyone’s heard it before but it’s mucho important!

H a v e   f u n  w i t h   y o u r  b l o g ! ! !

Having fun with your blog comes in many ways, shapes and forms. This would include but is not limited to:

+Writing what you’re interested in. Even if it means you change your mind a couple times.

+If blog schedules stress you out…why schedule? This is me. I don’t like blog schedules. Because if Life happens and I can’t post, then what? Besides, I enjoy being sporadic. Every time I press the Publish button and release my “New Post” emails to my followers it’s like Surprise!

+Don’t try to please the crowd. It doesn’t work to try and please everyone. And unless you’re pizza, you can’t anyways, so there’s no point in trying.

i nominate:

Christian Homeschooler @ Treasured Friendships with a Flair

and

Sarah @ Life of a Homeschooler

and

Jacquie @ She is Modest


Evidently, I don’t follow too many blogs and the ones I do follow I think have already been nominated!! So if I missed you–TAG!

 

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DIY Tissue Paper Chrysanthemum Flower Tutorial

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Back in February I showed a friend of mine a bouquet of tissue paper chrysanthemums that I made for my grandma. “You should make a blog tutorial so I can learn how to do that!” she told me. I made a mental note to do that sometime. And after eight months, ha, today is sometime. So sorry it took so long, but better late than never, right? 🙂

My dad taught me how to make these a few years ago, and now here I am to pass along the knowledge. They’re very easy to make and quick.

What You’ll Need…

How to Make Tissue Paper Chrysanthemums | Majestic AdventuresTissue Paper ~ Whatever color you prefer. You can even mix colors to create variegated chrysanthemums!

Scissors

Floral Wire or Pipe Cleaners

 

What To Do…

Cut your tissue paper into squares. It goes without saying (but I’ll say it anyways) that the bigger your squares, the bigger your flower will be, so it’s really personal preference here. I made my squares roughly 4×4 inches and came out with a flower that was 2-1/2 inches in diameter. I eyeball the measurements.

For a flower this size (4×4″ squares) you’ll only need eight squares. Stack them on top of each other and fold “accordion style”. The bigger the flower, the more sheets you’ll need. You want to have a full flower! Mix up the color squares if you want a multi-colored flower. After this, wrap some floral wire/pipe cleaner around your tissue paper and twist it together to hold it in place.

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Pull the two ends of the tissue paper out so it resembles a bow tie. On one side find the first layer of tissue paper and gently pull it up to the middle. Do this on the opposite side and keep repeating until all the layers have been pulled to the center.

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That’s it! Use your scissors to trim the flower to make all the petals even and round them out if you desire. Now that your flower is done you can make more to create a bouquet or you can attach some ribbon to it and tie it around a present, or whatever else you’d care to do with it!

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Do you think you’ll try to make some flowers? Do you know how to make any other flowers or cool things out of tissue paper? What’s your favorite flower?

 

 

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You Might Know How To Make A Fire…But Can You Actually Do It?

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I know how to make a fire from watching Survivorman and Bear Grylls and Man Woman Wild with my brother. The experts always say that it’s harder than it looks–but c’mon, how hard can it really be if you got matches, right? Hahahahahaha.

Rewind! I’m getting ahead of myself here.

I believe I’ve mentioned before…I’m not a big camper, peoples. So when I was asked last-minute to be a camp counselor at a Christian girl’s camp, I didn’t really…want to. Camping! Camping isn’t my thing! But as much as I’ve been doing it lately (three times this year) it might become my thing, hahahaha. Anyways, I felt like the Lord was telling me that being a camp counselor for one week was a good way to serve Him this summer. So, I went.

Between the other counselor and I, we had fourteen girls with us and they kept us busy. In spite of the busyness however, things were actually going just dandy! Every night everyone would participate in what the camp calls a “Great Special”–some form of game that’s great and special. 😉 Every night the Great Special changes. One night it was kickball. Instead of bases, you had to stand in piles of rotten sauerkraut and green beans. Yuk!

Tuesday night, however, was different. Instead of the whole camp doing the Great Special together, each counselor took their girls and built a campfire, had s’mores, and the girls put together and performed their own little skit. It was rather…intimidating. I never went to summer camp as a kid and it was my first year being a counselor at one. I felt thrown into it, but the other counselor with me had had camp experience which made me feel better. Still, I desperately wanted to do a good job.

We set the girls to work gathering small sticks and things to use for kindling. The sticks were placed into piles according to size, but much to my dismay, nearly everything around us was either damp or still green. Not very, but enough that I wondered how well this was going to work. Once we had a pretty good amount of sticks to start with, the girls left and began practicing their skit leaving us to get the campfire started.

“I know how to make a fire,” I told the other counselor.

“You do? Perfect! I will leave you to it then.”

I began to build the fire. Smallest things first, the tiniest twigs and other dry stuff that’s good for starting a fire. Then build a teepee around it with a little bit bigger, bigger, bigger, sticks. Making sure to leave a way to get the match down to the small kindling.

Meanwhile the camp director was making his way around to see how us counselors were doing with our campfires. When he checked mine, he said that it looked like a really good fire, though I had yet to light it. I felt proud. A little too proud, perhaps.

After he left, the girls performed their skit for us. It was hilarious, and very long. We lost track of time, and before we knew it an hour had passed. It was time for me to light the fire. I pulled out the tiny book of matches and stuck one, holding the flame to the twigs. As the saying goes, you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs so I didn’t panic when it didn’t light on the first match. But as the second, third, fourth–twentieth match was lit and extinguished, I became overwhelmed and frustrated. It was nearly dark. I had forgotten my flashlight back at the cabin. I had a headache. The girls were all asking when they could have marshmallows.

Last match. I whispered a prayer before I struck it and held it to the kindling. I got a small flame! I blew gently to try and grow it. When the embers fizzled away, I wanted to cry.

“That was the last match,” I told the other counselor with me. “What do we do now?”

We used the walkies and asked the camp director to come down. I was extremely embarrassed; the feed went through to everyone else and I learned that the other group had a fire going. When the camp director came, he brought along a blow-torch of sorts. He said the same thing I thought–the kindling was bit too green, but we also needed a little more of it. I borrowed a camper’s flashlight because by now it was seriously dark, and helped gather. And finally–at long last–we had fire.

“Thank you so much,” I told the camp director as he stood. “The girls are so glad to have marshmallows!”

Maybe he knew I was still embarrassed. “You did a good job. The other group used dryer lint,” he told me.

We had a fire, everyone got a marshmallow and a piece of chocolate sandwiched between graham crackers, and everyone was happy. In the end, I learned a couple important lessons to help me if there’s a next time…

1. Building a fire? Definitely harder than it looks

…especially on your first try. No matter how much you know about building one, it’s still a tricky business if everything’s not just so. There’s no shame in asking for help.

2. Don’t count your chickens before their hatched

especially if said chickens are a small book of matches. You go through them quicker than you think.

3. Have fun

because camp is about having fun. We still had a blast with the skit and spending time outside together and worst case scenario is eating a raw marshmallow and chocolate. Plus it’s making a memory.

4. Dryer lint

apparently really helps. Or a blow torch, but dryer lint is probably more accessible, especially at summer camp.

 

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