What a night!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Regina posted her reply to the tagg-y thing in the comments, so I thought I'd post it here!

Hi Raewyn!
I'll post my response here if that's okay!

Who’s your all-time favorite author and why?
It's a tie between C. S. Lewis (for his unforgettable phrases and simple narratives and brilliant imagination) and G.K. Chesterton, for his exuberance and humor and robust writing style that can handle writing about both theology and bloody murder.

Who was your first favorite author and why? Do you still consider him/her among your favorites? Madeleine L'Engle used to be my favorite, but I read too much of her. :P Her adult books leave something to be desired.

Who’s the most recent addition to your list of favorite authors, and why? Walker Percy, because I love his humor, which is so dry that you either get him or you don't. And I love, covet his last sentences. The way he ends his novels is graceful and elegant and understated. Love it. My personal favorite of his is not a novel though: it's Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self Help Book.Oh, and J.K. Rowling for excellence in both plotting and characterization.

If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would first pop out of your mouth? J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, J. K. Rowling, Laura Ingalls, A. A. Milne, Beatrix Potter, Dorothy Sayers, Madeleine L'Engle, Lewis Carroll, T. S. Eliot and others.

Hey I didn't need almost anyone else to your list!

I'm blushing... Wow. So many new authors to read. I need to make my way to the library and check all them out. I have yet to truly get in to Chesterton because I have yet to really read any of his books. I read and loved his Father Brown omibus, so now I need to move on to his other writings.

Got home from basketball, (Yrch!) and decided that I do not like suicides. For any other person (like me), who's world does not revolve around sports, suicides are exercises, running up and down the court and back. First running a few feet and back, then about five feet and back, half-court and back, and finally all the way to the other end and back.


And again.

Although tonight the coach took pity on us just when I thought I was going to be sick, collapse, pass out and die. He announced to our joy we could run two laps around the court instead. Yes, I know you have to do tons of them. But I did not join the girls' homeschool team to play. I joined for the exercise. Come game time I'm going to be the best water girl that team has ever seen.

I do not like running up and down court; I get sweaty and out of breath.
I am not fit; I get out of breath reeeal easily.
I am not good at basketball; the ball doesn't like me.
I am not a athlete; I. Have. No. Endurance.

Which is why I joined. (take your pick which reason) ;)

Thanks to Paul for the correction and suggestion with the links. See? This is why I have you readers. To catch the stuff I don't. ;)

Marriage and Memories

Ha, concerning the cursing...Aren't you glad you didn't marry me?

So said my past-fiancee, Master Paul Xavier, when we were discussing the rather unfortunate incident of him getting cursed. (grammar) To which I promptly replied, 'no!' Marriage is about sharing your life with someone, and that includes getting cursed as well!

Heheh...we got engaged sometime ago out of pure spontaneity... actually, I proposed and he accepted... (his decision may have been influenced by the fact I had a chicken dowry) and Delaney summed it all up with a rather witty sentence: "I think we all must be drunk, or something equally bad."

I had a lovely virtual wedding shower, and we got tons of Presents, after which Paul and I went back to our normal, non-married lives. Although...I'm not too sure about him...

Jack enjoyed it while it lasted however. 'A wedding.. I love weddings! Drinks all around!'

Geometry's surprisingly simple so far, for which I give thanks. But math is always easy with Linkin Park and Coldplay playing in your ears...

And yes, I gave Paul his own label. I have a feeling he'll be filling it. :)

It likes me!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Yay, it's fixed! My dearest Mamma, Lady Rose, ever so sweetly helped me!

Tagging..and It still doesn't like me

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Okay... I hereby tag: Miss Brenda,


Mrs. Gibson,



and Ben!
I can't figure out how to post the links as names. One more enemy to vanquish...:)

It doesn't like me

Saturday, June 21, 2008

My blog won't let me post a picture. Bother. And it's such a nice one too.

O... Never mind! Have I mentioned I love my dad? He's so terribly smart.


Thursday, June 19, 2008

Ah, my best friend. No, not the cat. My best friend, Garra, has a lovely simple black book bag with this piece on the front. As if she wasn't chic enough, she has such a purse...


Anyhoo, I've been tagged by my forum 'cousin', Delaney! Never been tagged, so this is my first. It was Delaney's first tag as well.

Rules Link to the person that tagged you, post the rules somewhere in your meme, answer the questions, tag six people in your post, let the tagees know they’ve been chosen by leaving a comment on their blog, let the tagger know your entry is posted.

Who’s your all-time favorite author and why? J.R.R. Tolkien. Because he manages over and over again to steal my breath away with his beautifully crafted stories, to make my heart ache queerly, and the liquid poetry he writes. Because I don't think there will ever quite be someone like him. Because he poured his Faith in to all he did, because he was a amazing Catholic author and because he wrote of friendship and hope.

Who was your first favorite author and why? Do you still consider him/her among your favorites? I really don't remember. There were so many books, I don't remember the first. The first I can truly remember was Laura Ingalls. I read all her books when I was a little girl and loved them. They were so wholesome and satisfying and so wonderful to me. Yes, I think I do, subconsciously. I'd forgotten about her, and if someone were to ask me about my favorite authors, I wouldn't have listed her. But I still love her books.

Who’s the most recent addition to your list of favorite authors, and why? Stephanie Meyer. Because she wrote a really good vampire love story that I truly enjoyed. She wrote simply, spun a marvelous story, made you fall in love with the leading vampire, and made it familiar. I am somewhat hesitate about reading the third one, because I want to be careful, but she is my new favorite author.

If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would first pop out of your mouth? J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Regina Doman, J. K. Rowling, Sir Athur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Christopher Paolini, Hilda van Stockum, Joyce West, Constance Savery, L.M. Montgomery, Louisa May Alcott, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Laura Ingalls, A. A. Milne, Mark Twain, Stephanie Meyer, Shannon Hale and others.

I have to get off, so I'll tag everyone in the morning.

Why thank you

In reply to the lovely comments left by the two maidens I have not met yet:

Lucia, *giggles* Sorry, Lord of the Ring came to mind more because I was listening to LotR music... I love Narnia as well though. For Aslan!!

Yes, it does feel like a Quest doesn't it? Only there's no Legolas or Frodo. :(

I like to think we are in Middle-Earth, only we can't see it yet. As time passes, as we grow, the mountains emerge, Lothorien is visible, we can see a glimpse of a Elf though the forest, and the Grey Harbor is on the horizon...

I'm in a whimsical mood tonight. :)

You too? Mayhaps we are cousins indeed! I suspected though I was a descendant of Merry or Sam. I think I am like Sam in that I am devoted to my loved ones and would follow them to Mont Doom.

"Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee! And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."

I always start crying during that scene when he and Frodo hug.. *blows her nose* I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it!

Victoria, hehe. I love 'Poppet'! And Pirates of the Caribbean! Imogen Heap started one of her vlogs, number 21, with a cheery, "Hello poppets!" So, inspiration all around!

Thank you for your warm encouragement! May I ask how you came across my Spare Oom?

Really? That sounds wonderful. I really liked it. I was disappointed that there weren't more students. I had forgotten it was summer, so I really want to go back and sit in on a class.

Now to wander over to your blogs! Wot?

Where I belong

Oh, it feels so good to be home.

I've missed everyone so much! *hugs all her blog pals, old and new*

Well, nearly two weeks after I wrote my last post, I return. Relived, reassured, and many other things starting with 'R's'.

I wrote down as much as I could. Here is the first part of my travel journal:

Eeep! We were late this morning. I jolted awake as my dad rushed, saying, "Wake up! They're here!" (my grandparents) I did, gasping the first word to come to mind and stumbled out of my room. To my horror, it was 7:23. We were supposed to leave at seven sharp.

"Dad, it's 7:23, " I groaned, burying my face in my hands in despair and sleepiness.

I turned on my heel, and yawning my way into the bathroom. When I came out, my dad was coming down the hallway gesturing wildly. Nonplussed and too tired to try and think, I tried to walk past him. He spun me around and steered me into the bedroom. "Sure thing, Mom. It's the first door on the right," he called over his shoulder.

Realizing my grandmother was coming down the hall and I was still in my pj's, I ran into my room.

Dressed and somewhat ready, I decided to dump the bag of shoes. I was embarrassed by the fact that I had a big, heavy suitcase, a huge backpack of books (New Moon included), a medium sized bag and my purse. My purse is generous sized too.


We're on the road now, just having left town. All around are alternating fields of fields, tall trees and scrub. V. clear day; the grass is wet. It rained late at night or early in the morning.

I slept from five o'clock in the morn, to seven twenty-three. So that's nearly two and a half hours of sleep. Gah...


As we drive down the road, modern enough, I feel like a cross between the second Mrs. De Winter coming down the drive for the first time, the huge hedge peering down at her, nodding it's many leafed head. And Alice in Wonderland going through the maze of hedges in the strange world where nothing is the proper size and everything is so much bigger or smaller...

It's a strange feeling, one of a sense of isolation, wonder and of course, curiosity... :)


Sunday, June 8, 2008

*props her eyes up long enough to notice the title spelling and label of her first post*

I spelled it Intraductory, and I don't care. It looks fine that way, and for all you may know, I spelled it that way on purpose...


...I'm going to need something from Starbucks so bad in a few hours...

*sleepily* Goodnight luvs, don't miss me too much. I don't want anyone pining away while I'm gone.

Be awfully flattering, though.

And Now, I Take My Leave

*sigh* I leave for Virginia in six hour and a half hours. Ugh..make that six hours and twenty minuets!

My grandparents discovered some odd years ago, while researching their genealogy, that they were related to the Calmes, sharing the same ancestor, a Marquis, who's name escapes my memory at the present moment. Apparently, they have a reunion every year, and they were kind enough to invite me along with them.

I'm very excited, because in addition to a wonderful amazing trip, my grandparents agreed to take me to Christendom, a Catholic collage in Front Royal, about a hour and a half from Charlottesville.

I first heard of it from Bowman the Black, from the FairyTale Novels Forum; who is a resident student there. He sung Christendom's praises on the Collage thread, so of course I was beside myself with excitement when I saw how near Front Royal was to Charlottesville.

Not to mention it's the home of the lovely Catholic author Regina Doman, and her husband Andrew. http://http//www.reginadoman.com/

Alas, I won't be able to see them at the IHM National Home School and Parent Conference in Chatilly, because we will be in Williamsburg during the 13 and 14.

We plan to travel to Front Royal, spend the night and then visit the campus in the morning. I hope Bowman and I can meet. He offered to show me around campus, but if he cannot, I think he said something about his friends, although they may have plans as well. A very nice offer all the same. Lovely boy.

We leave at seven in the morning; I believe it's about twenty to two, so that gives me five or so hours to finish packing, my clothes to dry, agonise over which books to bring with me (It's like having to pick between your children; it's simply impossible!), figure out where to put my shoes, (there's no room in my suitcase), sit on my suitcase and try to close it, and cram numerous notebooks, pens and various other stuff I won't end up using in to a medium sized bag!!

It's not fun putting things off...

About Me

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Hello! I'm Grace and welcome to My Spare Oom.

 The name of my blog comes from a passage in C.S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, where Mr. Tumnus, a faun misunderstands Lucy, the young human girl he finds in the woods.

"This is the land of Narnia," said the Faun, "....And you - you have come from the wild woods of the west?" 

"I - I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room," said Lucy.

 "Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?"

 I've always been like Lucy, eager to look in wardrobes and search out the adventures and joys of life. I've always had a love for other worlds...for magic and wonder. I'm a storyteller and writer. It's extremely fitting then, that my little corner of the blogworld should be named after a story.

I'm a Roman Catholic girl born and raised in the heart of Texas, where I now attend college. I'm a junior journalism + photography major and creative writing minor, as well as studying literature, art, and philosophy. I love Christ, color, coffee, and a really good concealer. 

Here in my Spare Oom, I share snippets of my life, writing, living a joyful life, and God's grace. So join me for some heart-to-heart chatting, modest + stylish fashion, and a cup of grace.

 Feel free to mail me at raewyn83@gmail.com. I'd love to hear from you!