I redid the layout on here again. I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore but hopefully you do. Let me know, okay? I don't really see the point of updating if no one is going to read it. hehe.

Love,
Beth

"The call has gone out from the king to find and rescue his only daughter, the princess. She has been abducted by the corrupt Dark Lord, and the king has promised her hand in marriage to whoever can return her safely to her own kingdom."
Wait for Me: Rediscovering the Joy of Purity in Romance Rebecca St. James



So I thought I might try to write up a quick update for anyone who cares to read. I haven't been posting pictures lately because no one really looks at them. lol

Maybe just for today though I'll post a picture of a sweet rainbow we saw yesterday.

So life's been pretty busy around here lately. Trying to get ready for school, etc etc.

One exciting thing that happened lately was last Wed. we had helicopters and police cars all around our house/town. At first we had no idea what was going on and didn't make the connection between the two, leaving our conclusions to some random coincidence. Sarah and I walked to our piano lessons just as we do every week leaving Leah at home alone as Mom was at jury duty and Becca was in the Adirondacks for the week. My lesson was just about over and Sarah was getting her music out to start hers when someone started pounding on our teacher's door. It was Leah. She flew past our 80something year old teacher and sent her spinning into the middle of her own living room landing with a humph on the conveniently located sofa looking rather dazed and confused.

Okay so maybe that's not quite true but it made for some good reading, eh?

Anyway, back the the REAL story...

Leah quickly dashed into the middle of the living room stopping me mid-chord. I looked up at her and was rather shocked to see her.
  "Get in the car right now!" she said in a rush.
I was so taken back and confused I could barely formulate a question.
  "Whaaaa? Wait...Leah...what's going on?"
  "It's an emergency! Let's go!"
The look on my teacher's face relived me by knowing that I wasn't the only one confused speechless.
  "Leah wait. What's going on?" I asked again. "What car? How did you get here?"
  "Just! AGH! Get in the car! There's a burglar-rapist on the loose in our back yard! And Grandma Jean is here to take us to Aunt Shelly's! Common let's go!"
Oh. Yeah. That helped. Oh no wait. No it didn't. I was still confused out of my brains.
   "Oh." Was all I managed turning to my teacher. "Well, um. I'm very sorry about this. I guess we need to go." The poor woman. I think she was more confused than I was.
   "It's okay." She replied simply. "Emergences happen."
   "Thanks." We dashed out the door.

    Grandma was on her cell phone in her champaign PT Cruiser, her hand on resting on the knob of the shift-stick waiting to throw the car in reverse the second we hopped in. I could tell she'd be frantically calling people while waiting for us. "Get it!" She said pulling the phone away from her mouth for only a split second.

    We got in.
"Did you actually SEE him?" I asked Leah quietly trying not to disturb Grandma's phone conversation.
"No." She said.
I sighed with relief.

We drove back to her house to my now doubled confusion. There was a car parked there. And two plain clothed men. She got out to talk to them.
    "Yeah....No....okay....yeah. Black hoodie....woods...." Was all I managed to hear from inside the car. They seemed pretty relaxed. I didn't even see any weapons on them. Just a pair of handcuffs stuffed down the back of one guy's pants.
    That's awkward. I thought. That must be really uncomfortable.

Grandma got back in. We drove off to our Aunts and stayed there for a little bit. Not very long. Then my grandma said that we could all go home. Dad was there when we got there. Mom came home shortly. Mom had no idea what had been going on so it was a furry of excitement as we all tried to tell her at the same time.

     We were extra careful that night to lock all our door and windows. I was fairly scared. My boyfriend made me sleep with a pair of scissors under my pillow since we don't own any good people-hurting knives at our house and promised he'd make me one soon. () Nothing happened though. Not that night, or the next...no one heard anything. Except dad. Who found out he wasn't actually a rapist, just an unarmed, apparently non-threatening escaped convict charged with 3 counts of "Aggressive Assault" [or something like that] and a few robberies. Sounded like a road rage to me. Only dangerous when provoked. So that was nice to know.
   Saturday it was on the front page of the newspaper that he turned himself in. I guess a life lived running wasn't much of a life.

Yay.

So that's our bit of excitement for the year. haha

Hope that wasn't too long and boring for y'all.

Here's the picture I took:



Now I could tell the story about how dad made a huge fuss about taking us all to "Chimney Bluffs" up on Ontario Lake and how when we finally got there we managed to only cook hot dogs before a flash storm came up and we had to spend most of the time in the girl's bathroom at the park because we lost our car keys in the grass by the picnic table back where lightning was striking but I wouldn't want to bore you all to death with other story.

Love to all,
-Beth