The Increadable Love Story of George and Martha- good friends of a teenage girl

Dear new diary, I need to update you on the secret story I want to write about my friends but they wont let me. So here it is, I hope you like it as much as I do...


I once knew two people named George Valkenburg and Martha Martins. Good friends of mine, older than me and very wonderful. I love both of them very much. Now the trouble with them is that I want them to marry. I know it's odd but it's true. Now Martha loves George, thinks he's wonderful and a great friend. Martha has also never been in any kind of relationship at the age of 43. My good friend George is crazy about Martha. He doesn't want to marry her or anything-yet. He just wants to give their relationship a try. Martha shuts him down every time

Not to worry there is another road block. George has a best friend as most do but his best friend is Charles. Martha's brother. Yes I know, it's a major pain that Charles wants to keep George from being hurt by his sister and his sister from being hurt by George. Charles has been doing everything in his power to line George up with someone else-anyone else in true. We have to look back into the history of Charles Martins. He was and is a lady killer. He makes them love him for fun, he sees it as a challenge. Often sees himself as God's gift to women. Sense he has returned from his adventures in the foreign land he has seen the world differently. That should be appreciated by all the world but often isn't.

Martha does all sorts of flirting that see excuses as being his friend. When George sees them he looks at them as her falling for him and his hopes rise. George once said to a very good friend, "I see her actions and look at it as a puzzle. I see a window and a chimney then a door. And I say 'oh, it's a cottage' then she says 'no, it's an elephant'. Now I don't dare put together any of the pieces". This friend goes by Denndy. Real name is Danell Nailly and got her nick name from a teachers accidental mispronunciation in junior high school.

Denndy in a really close friends of Martha and Charles too. But they knew Denndy before George so they get a little upset that he gets so much attention from Denndy some time. Oh and Denndy loves them all so much, like a mother (her being so much older than them,75) and can hardly choose a favorite.

My mom is coming gotta go!!

Be Positive!

Having a good time is not hard. When kids my age ask how people who didn't have TV's or video games had fun, I always got frustrated. But now I know what to answer when someone says something to that affect. I will tell them that it wasn't in the entertainment that others created for them but the entertainment they created for themselves and positive attitudes. That's it you just have to want to have a good time. It's not about what other people do for them but what they can do for themselves. Maybe they would read or perhaps they'll go out side and play with their friends. Of they might have done something purely on imagination. These are my favorite types of entertainment, but mostly I think if you want to have fun you need to be positive. I know this isn't a thing I practice very well but I think it's true. Positive attitudes are really important. They give a person the mind set to do almost anything. What if Alexander Gram Bell had quit when working on the telephone because he had a bad attitude? Well we wouldn't have the telephone now would we?! Or what if Konrad Zuse hadn't tried as hard as he had when making the computer? You wouldn't be reading this and I wouldn't have written this at all. Positive attitudes are the key to completing something, anything hard or easy. If your happy you can accomplish a world of good. I think if I could be just a little more positive than I wouldn't be quite so grumpy obviously but I might just be more social, hmm...I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess we'll see.

Thank Ireland

I don't know why I noticed her that day. She was different from all the other girls but not in a physical sense so much. She wore the same clothes but that's were the real similarities ended. But even her clothes were slightly different from the girls in the school yard that day. Maybe it was my imagination when i saw her for the first time but I am almost certain that what I saw real. Her story is on of the most often told in out small town scenes she came. For frighting children to bed at night, for making little girls believe the world of themselves and boys too. But over the generations I know that it will be lost, the true meaning of her beloved story. I can't let that happen to something so pure, so happy and so perfectly done. She had known it all but she hadn't known one thing, I delight in telling children that I was the one thing she hadn't counted on but not too often for the think I the criminal at times. I can't let her story turn into one of myth and legend fore I know the truth and can not allow myself to let that happen to something of momentous history. But reader you must be warned that this story is not all that it would seem in the beginning. It seems but one of romance and happiness and joy. It is so, it is a story full of lessons to be learned and taught. It's a story of pain and unexpected hurt. Things no soul could predict could ever happen to a girl like her. But remember that it is a dark story that none but myself know the whole truth of a wonderful girls mission. Remember that my friend, remember that. Be prepared. And so her story begins in our village...

My dream - Taylor Swift

I had the strangest dream last night. It was crazy, there were lots of funny things about it and very weird things but there was also something kind of telling of me in it. I was with my mom traveling and stuff. I'm not entirely sure what we were doing but it was incredible, so weird. We ended up some place and there was this big old thing about Taylor Swift being there. I go real excited but my mom and I we were stuck in traffic big time so I decided that I'd have to hop out and I picked up a bike to ride there fast. Some how I knew it was Taylor's. I got there and it was jam - packed but I had her bike and she was real confused because she couldn't find it. I walked up to her and apologized for having to take her bike. Being my dream she didn't mind but we hugged and I felt loved. She came with me and my mom to our hotel. She stayed with us and I got to ask her all about this stuff. I asked her about Taylor Lautner. Surprisingly in my dream she's not sure she wants to keep dating him, she actually was getting ready to break up with him. Being the good friend I told her to do what she felt was right. It was really interesting but the whole time she was part of my dream I felt cared for. Then she left because she had some more places to visit and then she was going to go break up with Taylor Lautner. Then my mom and I went home and that took a while. But when we got home I told it to my sister Marissa and she was all enthusiastic and all, it was great, then that was all I could remember of my dream. There are a few things in this dream that told me a little about myself. None being anything about Taylor Lautner. Now I think the first thing is that I would absolutely love to meet a stare. Especially Taylor Swift or a Disney channel star, I would just die to do that. It would be like a dream come true for me. So I really want to meet a star, especially Taylor Swift. The second thing is that I love giving advice but I don't take it very often. I love to give it because it's something I love, helping people. The last thing about my dream that has taught me about myself is that when I love something it never really gets old. I haven't listened to Love Story for the longest time and my sister Marissa said that she hated it so subconsciously I was trying to do that to. Not any more. Today, right now as I write I'm listening to it and all of my worries and frustrations are melting away because I truly love this song. I truly love my family but they aren't completely dependable and completely constant like a song is. My family can annoy me to the ends of my days but if I really and truly love something and it never changes I will always love it. So that's what I've learned about myself today.

My Story: The Boy on the Moon

Well this story I speak of is a story that I'm writing. It's this book, ya see, I want to be an author someday and I will be but it's gonna take some time to be sure. Now my story is a bout this girl who lives in the age of dresses on girls at all times and girls in the house cooking and cleaning. Well this family lives just a little bit more freely. She has two older sisters and two older brothers along with a little brother named Tyson. The oldest is Mary then Trent right after them comes the twins Sally and Tom them Lucy. She's the main character and it starts with her being ten, she's just little but her mom's having a baby and that's the day her story starts. She's kind of apart from her family so she does things on her own. The night Tyson is born she meets the boy on the moon. Now he's ten too. His name is Jesse James Moon but everyone just calls him Jess, well if he knew many people they would call him Jess. He and Lucy become friends and Jess tells her everything- almost everything. Never does he tell her the reason he raveled himself to her or why he helps with every family problem she ever had. The story will continue to long after she is 16 but when she's 16 she realizes something she didn't before. Something that Jess realized a long time ago. Well in a little while I shall post some more but at the moment I will leave you with this.

Fall Break

So this last weekend is fall break right. Well you know your supposed to have fun on breaks but as much fun as I had I wish it hadn't been quite so...well just so. I'll tell you. My sister Joanna got in two car crashes and my brother Karl had a spontaneous pneumothorax (new-mo-thor-ax). That is when you get a hole in your lung. Well he's had that three times before, none as bad as this time though. So Jo, my sister has this same thing, not as bad and she's in ICU Trauma. Karl's in the regular ICU. This all happens on Wednesdays. Pretty soon they get moved to regular floors in the same hospital. Karl had it bad, they did surgery and he's still in the hospital. Jo got out Saturday night, the night I slept over at the hospital with Karl. Joanna was and still is in a lot of pain. Karl is still at the hospital but they are going to let him go soon. First they have to take out his chest tube and see how that goes but it could definitely take some time. Mostly every one's fine but there are a few people I really appreciate now that I have been through almost all of this. Karl has this friend, he is the single best person I have ever met. I am so glad he is Karl's friend and that he is so close to him, mostly I'm glad he's such a good person. So I'd like to thank Karl's friend Chase. And this, like every experience has made me realize again how grateful I am for Marissa, Marissa is my older sister and she is so wonderful, so just another thanks to Riss.

Intro

Wow, I have a blog! I have wanted this for a while. My cousin Polly helped me out getting it set up. She is so great. My little brother helped me out with the title. That weird little brother of mine gave his suggestion and I did it. I am so excited to blog lots more, wow, thanks so much.