Spelling test

Matt's forehead crinkled into rows as uneven as the ones in his small garden spot behind the house. His eyes wandered from the lined notebook page on the table in front of him to the red barn-shaped bird feeder beyond the kitchen window. "Warble," his mother said, glancing at the teacher's book as she clinked clean silverware into the drawer. Outside a flash of colour swooped down to the perch in front of the miniature white painted doors. The black and red bird opened his tiny mouth, releasing a repeating melody into the warm morning breeze. "Warble," his mother intoned again. "And don't forget to write a sentence using the wo--" Her sentence broke off as she turned to the table. "Matt, please pay attention. I want to finish your spelling test before we have to go do errands in town. Please. Warble. It's your second last word." Matt sighed and looked back at his paper, his previous eight spelling words carved in heavy pencil lines after the numbers 1-9. "OK, OK," Matt groaned. Bending over the page, his tongue poked out in concentration as he wrote.
warbul    The black and red bird warbuled loudly.

*Once again inspired by captcha :)

I'd rather be traveling

Right now, as I type, my dad and my older cousin Nathan (who is basically like a big brother to me) are flying from SEA-TAC to Seoul, South Korea. From there, they'll take another plane or two to Borneo. My dad first went to Borneo when Tyler was a senior at Upper Columbia Academy. Every year some UCA juniors and seniors go to Borneo and in 2007 my dad went along with Tyler. The next year the administration at UCA asked my dad to go back there with them. He did. Then last year my mum was planning to go along with him, but at the last minute she got ill and both she and my dad decided to forgo the trip. So when my dad was invited to go to Borneo again this year, he asked my cousin (who was going through a job shift when the lumber mill he worked at decided to shut down) to come along. So, they'll soon will be in Borneo for two weeks of mission work and building churches. Each year my dad goes on the UCA trip I get jealous, but this year I'm extra jealous because I'm in the midst of some major fifth-year-senioritis. I'd give anything to be heading out on that adventure. But alas, I'm stuck here in Happy Valley.

Also, I got another interesting Captcha when I was commenting on Janelle's blog. (How come the interesting ones only seem to show up when I'm making comments on her blog and no one else's??) Anyway, when I hit the Post Comment button, the word "aliscrou" appeared for me to type out. I found that extremely amusing. I mean the first four letters of that fake word are the exact same as the first four letters of my name (which I'm sure you all caught). Anyway, I was trying to figure out a way to use that in a blog post, but it's been really rainy and cloudy lately and I don't seem to have the gift of creativity when the weather is so gloomy. If any of you have an idea for that word, you can let me know in a comment on this post. Or, feel free to make up something on your own blog using that word.