WOW!!!  CHRISTMAS!!!!!!  But yet it doesn’t feel like it….. oh well!!!  I got loads of cool stuff like a bamboo bo staff and wood burned bamboo nunchuku.  Yeah, I guess it is feeling Christmasy somewhat, but its hard when it’s cool and humid instead of frosty tempertures and snow.  Well I gotta go see what text my phone got so C U L8R!!!!!

Hi yo peas waz up homey!!!  Hey have you looked at your calenders lately?  TEN DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!  The only problem about that is the fact that I don’t feel Christmasy yet…. do you guys feel Christamsy?  Well i guess one thing that makes it less Christmasy is that its humid and on some days 70 degrees outside…doesn’t look like snow, but last time we got snow was in march, march 10, I think.  Ok you are most likely getting tired of listening to me ramble on about Christmas and winter with no real point except the fact that the best seasonal celebration of all time beside Char’s birthday (inside joke), so I’ll talk to you guys later!!!!  BYE!!!

YO its jay on the blog its been like months since i got on so um yeah….IM FOURTEEN!!!!! and i got a purity a.k.a. true love waits ring……i love it its soo cool ok im kinda rambling now so yeah just wantd to say hey and that im gonna be on the blog more often T.T.F.N. ta-ta for now!!!

I wrote this last night while laying in bed thinking…this is going to sound cheesy but as I wrote it, I heard it as a rap song…Feel free to comment on my apparent lack of rapping skills, but please don’t be a hater!

Here I am trying to hear Your voice, but all I hear is a jumbled mess.  I look up and see You across the room, while I’m over in this dark corner wondering why You left me again, when in reality I was the one who left You. 

Sometimes my love for You is a raging fire that can’t be contained; but most of the time there’s hardly a flicker so that I can entertain this illusion of control.

Why do I think so highly of myself when I can’t even stay faithful to the One who died for me?  This foolishness must stop. He chose to die for me, now I must choose what I will do with this life He has given me: waste it in mediocrity or waste it in pursuit of the living God.

Lord, help me to choose You.

~Charlotte

While I was checking our little blog today, i had a revelation. This blog is devoid of any recent, thought provoking, interesting posts. Except for the youtube video, food wars, which is only meaningful if you have something against non organic produce. I just hope that this case of writer’s block will not be the cause of our our blog’s slow and painful death…..

And no, I’m not melodramatic. Where’d you get that idea?

This is stupid and funny at the same time.

Hello all you wonderful people who read our little blog!  We are now on Twitter!  Our user name is “thefourflames” (i wonder where that name came from? lol)  And my personal Twitter user name is “charlotteluvsu” hopefully we’ll see the rest of the Four Flames on there too.  Hope to see some followers!

 Love ya’ll!

~ Charlotte

We have found that, over our many visits, we have acquired a vast collection of adages and sayings.  Here is one that we have found to be particularly true:

                                      ” When you’re a Baker, stepping outside is a death wish.”    

This has proved itself through many accidents in the past. For instance, the visit before last ended in a car wreck. We were just driving, parallel to another car, when the lady in the car decided to turn ….. right into us. I’m not kidding! It’s like, she looked over at us and said ” Hey, they’re Bakers! Get ‘em! ” Another incident happened on the first day of our latest visit. Charlotte and I, (Jessica), were going shopping. As we got onto the parkway, this suicidal gang of motorcyclists tried to hit us. One nearly skimmed the car, forcing Charlotte to swerve and almost hit the car next to us. We were shaken, to say the least. After pondering these ” isolated ” accidents, it was then, we could finally feel confident in our theory that being a Baker is one of the most dangerous jobs on the planet.

On the morning of my birthday sleepover, Sam broke my magical pen. I don’t know how she did it, but it broke. Sam tells us about it in her own words:

” It is true. We were making a video and I was playing with it and it just broke! I would like to apologize for this mishap.  ”

HERE IS A PICTURE OF THAT SAD MEMORY

IN MEMORY OFTHE NOT SO MAGICAL PEN