tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173381Wed, 31 Dec 2025 20:52:23 +0000embracing the run-on sentence....http://elizabethsheryl.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth)Blogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173381.post-6849140333465969619Thu, 29 Dec 2016 08:45:00 +00002016-12-29T00:45:20.188-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;">Hey!&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;">Please come visit me here:</span>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.quitewhimsical.com/">quitewhimsical.com</a></span></div> http://elizabethsheryl.blogspot.com/2016/12/new-home.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173381.post-6402853215244535489Fri, 16 Mar 2012 02:44:00 +00002020-08-03T12:29:10.338-07:00<span style="font-family: inherit;">Peeking out of the doorway into the hall, Joy made sure no one was around and walked into her Mother's room. Standing near the full length mirror, she started at her toe nails. Painted pink, with glitter, they sparkled against her pale skin. Soon her brow furrowed as she studied her slightly protruding stomach against the flowers on her sundress. Placing her hands on her hips, she stood sideways and stared. Seeing her short stature and rounded belly reminded her of Winnie The Pooh.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Up down, touch the ground....</span></i><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">She thought it was silly what fuss was made about stomachs and thighs and all that. Even so, she took a big, deep breath and sucked in. She stared a little longer.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Her blonde hair was in a french braid, but the small pieces that framed her face were already making their escape and curling slighty at her temple and forehead.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Joy is your name, because you are my sunshine.&nbsp;</span></i><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">She wanted to go through her mom's bathroom drawer and put on some mascara and lipgloss, but she dare not. It would only lead to teasing about boys and teenagers. She didn't like being teased, and she didnt want to cry in front of everybody.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Being almost eleven is hard.&nbsp;</span></i><br /> <i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Tapping her feet, she began to twirl and watch her dress float gently with the breeze of her motion. It was almost time to go, but she wasn't sure if she was ready.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ding Dong.&nbsp;</i></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I started writing this in my head before bed last night, and it stayed with me all day today. I like her.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <br />http://elizabethsheryl.blogspot.com/2012/03/joy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth)3