hey guys! i have a fun site for you to go to !

elfyourself.jibjab.com


it is really fun!!!!

my sister, my brother in law, and there babies all came for thanksgiving!! one night we where watching a movie, and Alyse fell right to sleep

christmas trees, M and Ms, and belle. (my best friend)

my grandmother gave me a orange wig, Belle fell in love with it and begged me to give it to her.... so i did

We are so very excited for christmas. we had fun eating  M and Ms. and singing "O christmas tree o christmas tree".


MERRY CHRISTMAS!

 WE GOT OUR CHRISTMAS TREE TODAY!

MERRY(early) CHRISTMAS!!!                                                                                              december 3

I'm writing a book

                  CHAPTER 1

                   

It was another beautiful day in Gornahgul, in the land Catan, as I was tending to my fathers sheep. I loved to watch the birds fly over me and play games in the air. My name was Alex Martin. ”Alex!”, my father called, time to go fishing. Fishing was my favorite thing to do. As I walked up the cobble- stone path, I looked in the kitchen window I heard my father cry in pain.

I heard a thump and a crash. “Blast that darn book” my father said. “Are you alright father?” I said as I hurried into the house. “Yes , yes, I’m fine. Its only a book.”  He said waving his hand at me. “Where did it hurt you.” I asked. “My bad leg.” He said.  “Well I’ll get some bait worms.” He said. “No! You are hurt you cant, I’ll go get them!” I said. “no its nothing I’m fine he said.” “Go get cleaned up.”

As my father left the room I looked beyond where my father had stood there where lots of books and memories on the floor but one in particular that caught my attention, it was a large, old dusty book. With strange symbols on the front cover. I looked at the scattered books all over the floor, “ what was he looking for.” I thought. There where lots of books and things. A map, and stories of our forefathers, but one was our picture album. My mother made it when I was seven. My mother was a very beautiful and strong woman, she loved to play with me and my younger sister, who had died at three years old of the typhoid fever. But one day like any other day, Raiders came, a whole camp full, my mother told me to hide, so I did but it was to late for her they stabbed her through the heart with no mercy. I was burning with anger I wanted to kill them so bad and I hate them, all of them for killing my so dearly loved mother. And where was my father you ask? He was fighting the raiders, and got hurt, that was his bad leg. But that was seven years ago. I an a man now I must put my attention to my work. But I still yearn to kill the Raiders of Catan. My father sells stones, all kinds of stones even some that he said I should never touch. I heard the door slam I hurried my room, no one was there, “the wind probably closed the door.” I thought. I looked out the window; my father was digging for worms still. I was looking at the book when I saw a bag of colorful stones or jewels I looked at them, I cautiously opened the bag and went to touch a rock, but     

I knew I had to wait, I don’t know why I did, but I felt I should go, time to go fishing I though. My father and I loaded the wagon and hooked our horse to the wagon and we started to go when my father stopped the wagon and ran inside. He took about ten minutes then came back. He had a bag full of something, like weapons, or long sticks. He handed me the bag. “Don’t look inside”. He said. My mind was full of curiosity. My father had never been so Getty. He seemed like he wanted to get away from everything, he even jumped sometimes when he saw me.   To be continued…..