Governor's Children

katie's corner:
brilliant. some ideas are, some are not. i believe it is our place to point out and define what qualifies as brilliant, as well as judge and mock those ideas that do not. as an example, amanda had the idea to have taco salad for dinner tonight. my opinion? brilliant. other people had the idea of having corned beef and cabbage. my opinion? not brilliant. another person had the idea of putting a hood on the back of a sweatshirt. this is brilliant on many levels. not only does this keep your head warm on a cold, windy, or rainy day, it also makes you pretty dang stylish. but perhaps best of all, in the case when you are at work slouching in your chair and drifting to somewhere in that magical land between falling asleep and forcing yourself to stay awake and do your job, you might be wishing you had a pillow to rest your head on. if you are wearing a regular sweatshirt you may be sad. but if on the other hand, you are hip to the brilliance of the hood on the shirt, you will find that your pillow is built right in and all your worries will be gone. so, i say again, the bringing together of the shirt and the hood=brilliant.


A side note:


Royals Baseball shall be commencing soon. This is the poster we made, which we shall use to track the many, many wins and few$€ losses for this season. Boys in blue, may you remember the faces of your fathers, and know that 100 wins would be a good way to do just that.









Rules of Roommate Battles:
1. The final say of each $$battle shall be decided by the Committee to Control and Regulate Voting in the Blogging Comments Area (this means Amanda and Katie).
2. Multiple votes are allowed, and encouraged.
3. One vote per comment will be counted towards the final tally.
4. If you have received a triumph point at any time before or during the alloted voting time, your submissions will count as two votes (this was not in effect last battle).
5. If you vote during 3 am and 5 am, your vote shall be considered a "Platinum Vote". These will be counted as one vote, but you will feel more important.
6. If you like Splenda over Sugar, your votes shall equal 7x the amount of your comments.
7. That is false.
8. Oh, fine

Coming Soon: Roommate Battle, the Second.

Now a bedtime story:
Let me start by saying that this story will not end with someone lying to someone else because they love them thinking that they are saving them. It will not end with the deaths of many loved ones along a weary and treacherous path. And it will most assuredly not end with the death of James McAvoy. It will however begin with the promise of hope in a time of death.

Everyone was dead. Eli sat cross legged on the rocking chair in his mother's bedroom. No tears fell from his eyes, and not a single sniffle came from his nose. Yet, he was sad. He was lost in his memories of those he had known in days which now seemed long ago. He closed his eyes and saw his sister holding hands with her husband walking up the dirt road towards the farm. His mother was in the kitchen cooking stew and corn bread, and his father was on his tractor in the barn, trying to park it while yelling at the chickens to get out of the way. That was yesterday. Today, they were all gone.
The new governor, who had killed and stolen the lands from the old governor three months before, had ordered their deaths. They had not sworn their allegiance to him, as the law now required of every individual who was older than 24. The governor's men had left Eli alive, for he was not yet of age. That day was still two years off.
It would be easy to sit here and not get up. To sit and mourn their deaths. To sit without a thought of what would become of himself. But he knew there would be others who were left alive and alone after this raid. The few he knew were too young and too foolish to protect themselves, and the countryside didn't need anymore unnecessary deaths. He would have to find them and help them survive. This was to be his purpose now: gather the children left behind, and keep them safe.