My writings are random, at best. My rants angered, at worse. My humor isn't common. But maybe it is to you. My poetry is dark and gray, Yet, it doesn't always rain. Though mischievous I am, Foul things I'll never do. The musings of an impling, Is what I give to you.
January 30, 2010
Snow!
Heh. We (my mom, me , and my little brother) Went sledding today. It was rather amusing to watch my mom go flying (figurtively speaking, of course) down the hill and break my distance record. I honestly would have went farther, but I rolled off because the small bump looked...dangerous. But apparently, it was not.
January 22, 2010
To Teach a Cat
I'm trying to train my brother's cat (Thor) to sit still, let me put a kitty treat on the tip of his nose, then wait until I say go to (try) to catch it when he tosses it. I tried it for the first time today. He's a smart cat, already listens when I say 'wait', almost caught the treat too.
I've always heard people say it's near impossible to train a cat to do tricks. All you need is patience and kitty treats. And a smart cat. My cat, the black one in the picture, shakes paws...if a treat is handy. They both will also stand on their hind legs and beg. If a treat is handy.
Ah, animals are smarter than we give them credit.
I've always heard people say it's near impossible to train a cat to do tricks. All you need is patience and kitty treats. And a smart cat. My cat, the black one in the picture, shakes paws...if a treat is handy. They both will also stand on their hind legs and beg. If a treat is handy.
Ah, animals are smarter than we give them credit.
January 21, 2010
Beauty of the Storm
The air smelt of rain, that unique aroma of pure water from the heavens. The clouds were dark gray, almost black in some places. Only one flash of lightning had I saw, it rumbling out its existence to those who failed to see it. Then another rumble. I hadn't saw that flash of lightning. And then the hail started. It was a cloud burst. In January. Strange weather we are having, indeed. But that is just the signs of the times, I suppose.
On the way home, the sky was that beautiful after-storm blue. The sun, barely peeking through the still dark clouds, gave a golden orange cast to parts of the sky and clouds. It was absolutely stunning.
It's dark out now, but I still wonder...why? Why do some people look at this natural beauty and say that it was all by chance? That it was all created by some coincidence and not by a higher power? Everything, us included, is paint on a canvas. The artist is God. And what a beautiful painting He has created, indeed.
On the way home, the sky was that beautiful after-storm blue. The sun, barely peeking through the still dark clouds, gave a golden orange cast to parts of the sky and clouds. It was absolutely stunning.
It's dark out now, but I still wonder...why? Why do some people look at this natural beauty and say that it was all by chance? That it was all created by some coincidence and not by a higher power? Everything, us included, is paint on a canvas. The artist is God. And what a beautiful painting He has created, indeed.
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