Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Dreams
I can't go backward can I?
Theres things to see places to go
People to see
But I still can't fly
Away
Again we look into our past
See whats there
Try to remember
Try to pick out the pieces
That we like
But we only remember the seeds
There the songs we sung
Places we habited
Items we shared
Phrases we finished
But is there one happy thing to remember
One thing that always crops up
We wedge it down deep
Deep into our unconciousness
Like a dream within a dream within a dream
I had one last night
About being a housewife
Where I wanted to be
I was brainwashed beyond belief
But I don't believe that
I believed in the truth
And thats what I wanted to be
A housewife! Me!
Taking care of the food the laundry
the house the kids
Well in my dreams I don't have kids
I told him no there would be no sex
We were going to adopt
And that what we did
My life played before me
I was satisfied
Awake I realized it was a dream
And how confused I was
I folded my laundry
Took my shower
Thought about it again
Shrugged it all away
And went back to being the way I was
I couldn't go back to where we struggled
Where the equality was 100 to zip
I couldn't let the men win
Where they earned $1 to our $0.75
I couldn't go back to where dreams ruled
Where rings went on before turning 20
I couldn't go back to where I was
Where I believed in love
But I'm in trouble, you see
For Love still believes in me
Theres things to see places to go
People to see
But I still can't fly
Away
Again we look into our past
See whats there
Try to remember
Try to pick out the pieces
That we like
But we only remember the seeds
There the songs we sung
Places we habited
Items we shared
Phrases we finished
But is there one happy thing to remember
One thing that always crops up
We wedge it down deep
Deep into our unconciousness
Like a dream within a dream within a dream
I had one last night
About being a housewife
Where I wanted to be
I was brainwashed beyond belief
But I don't believe that
I believed in the truth
And thats what I wanted to be
A housewife! Me!
Taking care of the food the laundry
the house the kids
Well in my dreams I don't have kids
I told him no there would be no sex
We were going to adopt
And that what we did
My life played before me
I was satisfied
Awake I realized it was a dream
And how confused I was
I folded my laundry
Took my shower
Thought about it again
Shrugged it all away
And went back to being the way I was
I couldn't go back to where we struggled
Where the equality was 100 to zip
I couldn't let the men win
Where they earned $1 to our $0.75
I couldn't go back to where dreams ruled
Where rings went on before turning 20
I couldn't go back to where I was
Where I believed in love
But I'm in trouble, you see
For Love still believes in me
Monday, December 20, 2010
In God We Trust
Noah's Ark Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark .
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done...
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile..
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
My instructions were to send this to the people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to be blessed.
( Give it!! Don't just get it.)
Most people walk in and out of your life.......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done...
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile..
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
My instructions were to send this to the people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to be blessed.
( Give it!! Don't just get it.)
Most people walk in and out of your life.......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Lauren
As with any Reading Day at my College I go to the library where everyone is and study. It gets to be so quiet in the dorms that I can't bear it until I go to the library where I can hear breathing again. I know, a little creepy, but have you ever been the last one in a dorm hall and you can see the tell tale tumbleweed go by? Yea, its a little creepy.
I went upstairs to study because every where else was full. And I mean full, the lounges were full, the cubes were full, even the downstairs tables were full! I knew there were a few desks up stairs that no one used so I went up there. Fortunately there was one left for me, but, I had to sit next to Lauren... ugh.
I don't like her, shes tall, wide and gives off that wretched odor like all day she eats bananas, all day. Just Bananas. I mean, I like bananas but not this much in a close proximity. She's a nice girl and all but.. bananas. Shes a freshman, an transfer and has a short fuse. Always complaining about something. She thinks I have the ear and the time to listen to every single one of her exploits. She was in the crocheting club with me, but didn't last long, every week we had to move the location of the club and she complained about the club moving every time. So, one week when she couldn't find us, she sent everyone of us a complaint letter and informing all of us 'big headed fools' that she burned the squares that she was working on. Uhm, okay? None of really cared, it was just a waste of yarn.
So I had to sit back to back with banana-smelly Lauren. *Ick.* I waited for another cube to open up and I would dart right in but none were available... for three hours. The second the one on the far wall openend up I bolted. Mine all mine! I sat there with no problems for another hour and a half contentedly. Oh happyness. Around 5 p.m. my tummy started gurgling so I figured it was time to quit. I had been sitting in the library since maybe 1 p.m.? It was time to retreat back to my room, my safe warm ... bananas?
I looked up and Lauren was in front of me, all two hundred and fifty pounds of here. I winced and said 'hello' as small as I could. I really didn't want to talk to her.
'Hi." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. I almost imagined her to have a monkey mom, you know like in one of those psychiatric experiements.
There was one of those awkward silences. I turned and pulled my book bag together, keeping an eye on her incase if she tried to pull something. Or if she used me as a complaint hot-line again.
Unfortunetly it was the complaint hot-line. She started in on her essay that she had to write, and how much she needed to do for her History essay, how there was so many pages that she had to do, how many sources and how many words it had to be and... "Stop it VanPelt," I said to her, "I really have to get back to studying, catch me some other time, alright?"
She gave me one of those 'I'm a hurt puppy dog please pet me' looks, which I was not about to fall for. Not when she was looking for a friend by asking for Pity.
I shook my blond locks and looked at her, I wasn't going to stand for it today.
With an annoyed huff she walked off, leaving a trace of bananas behind. Ew.
I finished picking up my stuff, and put on my winter jacket, then I noticed the crumpled yellow sticky note on the floor. Usually I pick them up and on throw them out with my crappy copies. But, Nosey Nancy Me decided to open it, read it, and question it. Stupid, Idiotic Me. Why did I decide to read it? Why, Why, Why????
I had to read it and I now suffered the consequences. I was now under the influence of knowing the worst possible ending to what we know existed. On the paper was written the one word that would ruin everything that we knew and Lauren knew. She knew the one phrase that would kill us all. But..!
If I knew what could kill us all, couldn't I use it to save our town?
But who should I run to? Who should I tell? But most importantly, who was Lauren if she knew this?
Who was she??
I went upstairs to study because every where else was full. And I mean full, the lounges were full, the cubes were full, even the downstairs tables were full! I knew there were a few desks up stairs that no one used so I went up there. Fortunately there was one left for me, but, I had to sit next to Lauren... ugh.
I don't like her, shes tall, wide and gives off that wretched odor like all day she eats bananas, all day. Just Bananas. I mean, I like bananas but not this much in a close proximity. She's a nice girl and all but.. bananas. Shes a freshman, an transfer and has a short fuse. Always complaining about something. She thinks I have the ear and the time to listen to every single one of her exploits. She was in the crocheting club with me, but didn't last long, every week we had to move the location of the club and she complained about the club moving every time. So, one week when she couldn't find us, she sent everyone of us a complaint letter and informing all of us 'big headed fools' that she burned the squares that she was working on. Uhm, okay? None of really cared, it was just a waste of yarn.
So I had to sit back to back with banana-smelly Lauren. *Ick.* I waited for another cube to open up and I would dart right in but none were available... for three hours. The second the one on the far wall openend up I bolted. Mine all mine! I sat there with no problems for another hour and a half contentedly. Oh happyness. Around 5 p.m. my tummy started gurgling so I figured it was time to quit. I had been sitting in the library since maybe 1 p.m.? It was time to retreat back to my room, my safe warm ... bananas?
I looked up and Lauren was in front of me, all two hundred and fifty pounds of here. I winced and said 'hello' as small as I could. I really didn't want to talk to her.
'Hi." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. I almost imagined her to have a monkey mom, you know like in one of those psychiatric experiements.
There was one of those awkward silences. I turned and pulled my book bag together, keeping an eye on her incase if she tried to pull something. Or if she used me as a complaint hot-line again.
Unfortunetly it was the complaint hot-line. She started in on her essay that she had to write, and how much she needed to do for her History essay, how there was so many pages that she had to do, how many sources and how many words it had to be and... "Stop it VanPelt," I said to her, "I really have to get back to studying, catch me some other time, alright?"
She gave me one of those 'I'm a hurt puppy dog please pet me' looks, which I was not about to fall for. Not when she was looking for a friend by asking for Pity.
I shook my blond locks and looked at her, I wasn't going to stand for it today.
With an annoyed huff she walked off, leaving a trace of bananas behind. Ew.
I finished picking up my stuff, and put on my winter jacket, then I noticed the crumpled yellow sticky note on the floor. Usually I pick them up and on throw them out with my crappy copies. But, Nosey Nancy Me decided to open it, read it, and question it. Stupid, Idiotic Me. Why did I decide to read it? Why, Why, Why????
I had to read it and I now suffered the consequences. I was now under the influence of knowing the worst possible ending to what we know existed. On the paper was written the one word that would ruin everything that we knew and Lauren knew. She knew the one phrase that would kill us all. But..!
If I knew what could kill us all, couldn't I use it to save our town?
But who should I run to? Who should I tell? But most importantly, who was Lauren if she knew this?
Who was she??
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Obituary
An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Velveteen & Unicorn
I know two boys that mean the world to me
Both are tall and through my guises can see
Still are able to ignore my advances
But have with me attended a few dances
We've been through it all from deaths to homework
Calling each other names from sweetie to being a dork
I miss them both and they certainly know it
Without their pranks and jokes I feel like shit
I miss their faces their voices and their touch
Only hugs please! Thank you very much!
We've had classes together and bus rides too
Usually never running out of things to do
My Velveteen I met long ago in sixth grade
And slowly over time a friendship was made
As we grew older we started to talk more
The classes we had together totaled four
We went out only on one single date
But right now he's living in another state
My Unicorn is an odd one and all know that
Always one to be on top getting on there stat
Living in the now and he wants to be a nurse
Probably considering knowing me now a curse
If your hear him sing you'll know why he's great
Gorgeous voice handsome face nothing else to debate
Velveteen's name came about in a funny way
Try asking boys about fairy tales and see what they say
I told him to read the story of The Velveteen Rabbitt
It stemmed from my comment of a silly Dabbitt
He has a bunny in his hat for his magic act
Hes a good friend to have and thats a matter of fact
Unicorn wants to become a nurse although he is male
But because of his smarts I know he won't fail
Unicorns are rare and his personality is too
He sets his mind anything he wants to do
I believe in him and I think he knows
His caring self through his tough manerism certainly shows
These are my boys I miss them dearly
I have loved them almost fearlessly
Neither I have ever upon wished any harm
And both have thier own certain type of charm
Both are absent in my life that is crazy
Because of them I will never again be lazy
Both are tall and through my guises can see
Still are able to ignore my advances
But have with me attended a few dances
We've been through it all from deaths to homework
Calling each other names from sweetie to being a dork
I miss them both and they certainly know it
Without their pranks and jokes I feel like shit
I miss their faces their voices and their touch
Only hugs please! Thank you very much!
We've had classes together and bus rides too
Usually never running out of things to do
My Velveteen I met long ago in sixth grade
And slowly over time a friendship was made
As we grew older we started to talk more
The classes we had together totaled four
We went out only on one single date
But right now he's living in another state
My Unicorn is an odd one and all know that
Always one to be on top getting on there stat
Living in the now and he wants to be a nurse
Probably considering knowing me now a curse
If your hear him sing you'll know why he's great
Gorgeous voice handsome face nothing else to debate
Velveteen's name came about in a funny way
Try asking boys about fairy tales and see what they say
I told him to read the story of The Velveteen Rabbitt
It stemmed from my comment of a silly Dabbitt
He has a bunny in his hat for his magic act
Hes a good friend to have and thats a matter of fact
Unicorn wants to become a nurse although he is male
But because of his smarts I know he won't fail
Unicorns are rare and his personality is too
He sets his mind anything he wants to do
I believe in him and I think he knows
His caring self through his tough manerism certainly shows
These are my boys I miss them dearly
I have loved them almost fearlessly
Neither I have ever upon wished any harm
And both have thier own certain type of charm
Both are absent in my life that is crazy
Because of them I will never again be lazy
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
1 am meanderings
I noticed tonight
Before I turned off the light
The reflection of the rubber ducks
That sat within my dorm window
A few had on costumes
Another was riding bare
All were of different colors
All smiled without a care
Their siblings at home were tucked away
Hiding up in the attic
They belonged up there with the Christmas things
Collecting dust in a basket
When I'm home eventually I'll take them down
For every duck should be able to see the light
Every duck should share in the Christmas spirit
He gave me those special ducks
Oh I'm sure to not find another
But on recollection....
One found a bear
This one replaced it
Another found me a duck
This one replaced it by six
But still another found me a Hippo
And this one has been beat fair and square
Oh giving presents that match really isn't fair!
Before I turned off the light
The reflection of the rubber ducks
That sat within my dorm window
A few had on costumes
Another was riding bare
All were of different colors
All smiled without a care
Their siblings at home were tucked away
Hiding up in the attic
They belonged up there with the Christmas things
Collecting dust in a basket
When I'm home eventually I'll take them down
For every duck should be able to see the light
Every duck should share in the Christmas spirit
He gave me those special ducks
Oh I'm sure to not find another
But on recollection....
One found a bear
This one replaced it
Another found me a duck
This one replaced it by six
But still another found me a Hippo
And this one has been beat fair and square
Oh giving presents that match really isn't fair!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Madeline the Princess Angel
Part one....
Its upsetting to hear your family talk about you, when you know you standing there besides them. It makes me cry when they hold parties, but they want all the money to go to me. I can see her standing there, crying, asking for money to help me. But I know that there is no time left. The doctors have done all they can, Mom has done all she can, my baby brother doesnt know what is going on. But I do. There is no more time, its time to go.
December has Christmas in it, a favorite holiday of most, but this year I hope to make it through. I dont want mom and dad to think of me every time they hear Christmas music, just when they hang up the stockings. I'm still in the house, I still remember what its like. I can see my little brother growing up, but only see my face on top of the pillows. It ws scary, I was frightened, but after I didn't feel afraid for myself anymore, just a little sad that I had to leave everyone behind.
I remember visiting cousins, and cousins that were visiting. After I never did see any of them again, but that is okay, I know they have pictures of me on thier walls, in wallets and in thier minds. I know I still live on in memories and in dreams. I know I'm still alive down there somewhere.
I remember how nice it was to walk amoung people I loved, to brush my hair and everyone called me Princess. I loved being a Princess, Princess Madeline. It made me feel special, like I was a real fairy tale Princess. A relative of mine made me a princess dolly, I have her with me, she keeps me safe, still.
It's funny to not be afraid, but thats how I am, now. I'm no longer afriad. My hair began to grow back after I left the hospital, a little bit each day.
But I do miss my family, decorating the tree and all. I miss drawing pictures with my brother, being a Princess for my family. I miss life down there, and I know they miss me too.
December is when I left, December is Christmas, December is cold, snowy and full of holiday spirit. I hope that everyone is full of holiday Christmas spirit when they think of me, after all, I got my Christmas wish. I get to see my family everyday, but a little more free from pain every year.
I'm still little, but every year I get bigger, someday maybe I'll go back down again. I'm a Princess Angel Madeline. And I'm bringing you Christmas spirit this year.
Please think of me this Christmas, and remind yourselves how lucky you are. After all, not everyone knows a Princess Fairy. Just the lucky ones.
In memory of Madeline, my Princess Angel.
Its upsetting to hear your family talk about you, when you know you standing there besides them. It makes me cry when they hold parties, but they want all the money to go to me. I can see her standing there, crying, asking for money to help me. But I know that there is no time left. The doctors have done all they can, Mom has done all she can, my baby brother doesnt know what is going on. But I do. There is no more time, its time to go.
December has Christmas in it, a favorite holiday of most, but this year I hope to make it through. I dont want mom and dad to think of me every time they hear Christmas music, just when they hang up the stockings. I'm still in the house, I still remember what its like. I can see my little brother growing up, but only see my face on top of the pillows. It ws scary, I was frightened, but after I didn't feel afraid for myself anymore, just a little sad that I had to leave everyone behind.
I remember visiting cousins, and cousins that were visiting. After I never did see any of them again, but that is okay, I know they have pictures of me on thier walls, in wallets and in thier minds. I know I still live on in memories and in dreams. I know I'm still alive down there somewhere.
I remember how nice it was to walk amoung people I loved, to brush my hair and everyone called me Princess. I loved being a Princess, Princess Madeline. It made me feel special, like I was a real fairy tale Princess. A relative of mine made me a princess dolly, I have her with me, she keeps me safe, still.
It's funny to not be afraid, but thats how I am, now. I'm no longer afriad. My hair began to grow back after I left the hospital, a little bit each day.
But I do miss my family, decorating the tree and all. I miss drawing pictures with my brother, being a Princess for my family. I miss life down there, and I know they miss me too.
December is when I left, December is Christmas, December is cold, snowy and full of holiday spirit. I hope that everyone is full of holiday Christmas spirit when they think of me, after all, I got my Christmas wish. I get to see my family everyday, but a little more free from pain every year.
I'm still little, but every year I get bigger, someday maybe I'll go back down again. I'm a Princess Angel Madeline. And I'm bringing you Christmas spirit this year.
Please think of me this Christmas, and remind yourselves how lucky you are. After all, not everyone knows a Princess Fairy. Just the lucky ones.
In memory of Madeline, my Princess Angel.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
25 Day Countdown
Day 7: Its little and is decorated with ... RUBBER DUCKIES!!!! =D
Day 6: All I want For Christmas is a Hippopotamous :)
Day 5: Favorite Christmas movie... hmmm... Homemade movies?
Day 4: I answered that earlier... BLITZEN!!!
Day 3: OF COURSE! What a silly Question...
Day 2: A new hanger for my jewelry... the earrings keep getting tangled....
Day 1: No sorry, Everyday is because everyday is a holiday everywhere ^_^
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