i'm not sure what is going on here, but it feels like relational drama.

i know that the last time i posted some vintage writings by yours truly, i mentioned i would occasionally post them on thursdays, and i even started a #throwbackthursday label to categorize future blogs.  strangely enough, i posted that original on a tuesday, and also, today is monday i'm sharing some more.  oh well, though; wouldn't you prefer to think it's thursday than monday anyway?  i would.  therefore, the hashtag still stands.


Dear Dandelion by paige chorpening, age 8

Dear Dandelion,

thank-you for coming to my tea and taffey party.  i am sorry for closing the door on you.  please for-give me.  thank-you for not giving-up.  i'm glad you didn't.  did you get stuck in that cloudburst?

but next time do what the letter says.  you need to read a little closer.  the letter said to stay as you were.  i don't care that you were going to get a haircut.  it's just that you wanted to be a dapper dandy.  then after you were a dapper dandy, i couldn't reconize you.  i'm not mad, just next time read a little closer.

you friend,

jennifer girraff.

paige van voorst, blogging since before she was paige van voorst.

a while ago, my mom brought me these boxes full of old school work and papers and whatnot, and the other night i decided to start going through them.  apparently, i was a burgeoning writer from day one.  (verily i say unto thee, i had an affinity for parenthetical remarks as early as first grade!)  i just can't keep these literary gems to myself, so i've decided to occasionally share some of my prehistoric blogs-before-there-were-blogs with you, starting today!

today's stories are brought to you by paige chorpening, age 8.  (all spelling and grammar, etc, left intact, minus bothering with capitalization in the transcription process because i'm a really lazy typist.)

Shamrock

one day i was out playing and i saw a shamrock.  i bent over, picked it up and made a wish that i was a princess.  it changed my look so much, my family didn't reconize me.  they said, "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?"

the end.

Leprochan DEATH

one day i met a ity, bity, tiny, weenie, leprochoan named jenny elizabeth.  so i steped on her and her guts were never seen again.

the end.

The Pueblo

i would like to live in a pueblo becuse it's doors are in the roof, with a latter through it to go down so it would be fun to do that.  so if i lived in one i would be proud.  you know what my sister said, "what's a puebwo?" i said, "it's a house long ago, and that that there was only one room."

by paige chorpening

Frog and Toad Go Fishing

"let's go fishing!" said toad. that's a great idea! said frog.  let's go!  so they went fishing and they cault 22 fish!  then they set them free - well it IS a free country!  FREE!

Moon Is Striking

once the moon went on strike.  it got so mad it struck fire.  it struck a little girl's brain.  she had a bad dream.  a lady came in and asked her what was wrong.  i had a bad dream that attacked me in the hills.

the end.

THE MONSTER THAT CAME ALIVE

one time i was going down to lunch at school and i hurd something in the wall.  at first i thought it was a mouse in the wall.  so i knocked on the wall and said, "who's in there you littel banana," i said.  then mrs. boshart came in becuase she always rembers me because i am funny.

the end.

there are plenty more stories still in the veritable goldmine that is my basement, and from here on out, i'll start posting them on occasional thursdays.  so stay tuned for #tbt, minivan voorst-style.