The Real Life Adventures of Emily Sinclair

Merry Christmas my wonderful blog readers! May the Lord bless you today and your family. May you enjoy spending time with your parents and siblings, enjoy the fun and the memories. Christ the Savior is born! We are going to have a ton of fun tomorrow. My entire family- all original nine siblings, my sister's husband, our two nephews and niece, our Mom and Dad and my Mom's Mom will all be here for Christmas tomorrow. (Sixteen people. Yeah... it will be crowded.) ;) I know we will have fun. As we all grow older (my oldest brother is thirty-three) it has become increasingly hard to get together for Christmas. But we're all here this year and we are enjoying each other. I hope you have a really wonderful and blessed day! If you have snow, enjoy it! It has been snowing all week and we now have almost two feet of snow. :) The snow was a huge Christmas blessing, it really cheered us all up. :) Merry Christmas!

NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :D “This wasn’t exactly how I imagined getting our parents to meet each other,” Cecelia remarked, reining in Topeka as she waited for Lisa to catch up on Bow. Lisa giggled as she trotted the large Quarter Horse up next to her friend. “Yeah. Not exactly how I envisioned it, either.” They continued down the trail and towards the creek, the hot Florida sun beating down on their backs. “Can you believe you’ve only been here just over a week? I feel like we’ve known each other forever.”

NOTE: Due to Christmas being next Friday, the next post of Red Crisis has been moved to Monday, the twenty-first. Merry Christmas! Lisa held her arm with her right hand, trying to stop the bleeding. Diatchenko hadn’t slashed her too hard with the knife, but it was enough to break her bravado and let a few tears drop. She’d heard Cecelia’s voice on the other end. Even in her present situation, it was enough to help her remain strong. Cecelia’s okay, she’s with the police. They can’t get her now. Yet her mind continued to return to the same thought over and over again. But what about me? Slobozhanin and Roskoldikov stood in a corner in quiet conversation. Diatchenko had stormed out of the room to gather some last minute supplies before they left their hideout. Wherever that is. She’d been unconscious when they’d brought her here. Lisa hadn’t the faintest idea where she was. “…this is going too far…decision…I know he’s in charge, but…no, it’s wrong.”

Diatchenko’s rapid-fire questions had gotten him nowhere. Lisa simply didn’t know anything about him or the two other agents, only what he’d spouted off in front of her and Cecelia. In defeat he’d ordered the other man in the room to fix the light so he could gather his maps. It was a relief not to have it shining in her face, and she also got her first look at the third agent. Who just so happened to be Mr. Lysine, the history teacher. Figures. He didn’t like me much either. Now Roskoldikov had returned. Without Cecelia. Oh thank God! Lisa thought. They didn’t catch her. Maybe she had a chance of escape after all! Cecelia would get the police! “What happened?” Diatchenko growled the second he registered Roskoldikov did not, in fact, have Cecelia.

I knew I was going to have to write up this post sooner or later, and well, that time has come. I am taking a leave of absence from the internet for an extensive amount of time, I don't know how long at the moment. Due to my sister's cancer and several other things going on, I just can't keep up on everything anymore. The truth is, I was trying to find my fulfillment in blogging, socializing via the internet and entertainment because of the hardships at home, when I should have been seeking the Lord for his comfort. I have all the Red Crisis  posts scheduled to keep on going, so don't worry about that. ;) (They aren't edited, though, so forgive the mistakes you'll no doubt see.) I just really need a break for a while. I will still come on once a week from time to time to reply to comments and see how everyone is doing, but my blogging schedule is going to be interrupted and I just need to get my life put back together. I need some time to seek the Lord, sp

Roskoldikov frowned as he scanned up and down the street. Nothing. She couldn’t have simply vanished, that was impossible. You’re a Soviet agent for the Soviet Union, you were trained for missions like this. Then why in all crazy things had a thirteen-year-old kid managed to slip away from him? He was defeated and he knew it. She’d gotten away. Diatchenko will not be pleased. He did a one eighty and walked in a different direction from the way he’d come. His comrades would be waiting for him, and it was his duty to inform them they had to get out of Florida now by any means. Even if it meant dragging the other kid along as a hostage.