Thank goodness she is a sweet little old lady because....
The bee stung the little boy,
who turned and threw his favorite toy!
The toy smacked the little girl in the face,
you know the girl... she always wears lace!
She screamed which upset her mother
who in turn annoyed father and brother.
Dad went to work angry and cross,
Got angrier when he spilled his coffee... what a loss!
The secretary was made because she had made it,
So in the bathroom she threw a fit!
The new intern overheard and thought it was her fault,
And quickly ran to the get a calming chocolate malt.
At the coffee shop the barista began to fluster,
When he realized it was malt he could not muster.
The employee was upset about losing his tip,
And gave the little old lady sarcasm and lip.
She was only there to buy a cup of earl gray tea,
To calm her nerves after knocking out a nest... made by bees.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Madness
The 15 year old voice was gone, replaced by my own.
My head throbbed, not as severe as a headache, but more like an injury. Pound. Pound. Pound. I could hear the blood rushing in my brain, down to my heart. I couldn't see, but I couldn't open my eyes, something sticky was holding them closed. I was afraid.
My body was pinned, from my knees to my stomach, pressure was there, and that same sticky substance. I wanted to scream, but who would hear when I couldn't see myself. I tried to move my arm but it felt heavy, and thinking of moving hurt.
Overwhelmed by the pressure that was being placed on my body I fell into what I hoped was sleep, and I was merely dreaming.
In my state of unconciousness I tried to put the pieces together. Where was I to feel this pressure, and how did I find myself in this situation. It hurt too much to move, or think about moving. Maybe this was finally it, maybe I had found myself in a situation where I could not get out of. Could I perhaps have begun to die?
This pressure wasn't just pressure, it was a blockage from agony, which I could feel. I embraced it because pain meant that I was alive. Wherever I was it still meant that I was alive. That is the beauty of emotions, it tells you that you are alive.
Suspended between life and death, with only pain keeping me closer to life I willed myself to open my eyes, determined to not follow a light if it did present itself. I would live.
The situation that I found myself in surprised me, for a just a moment.
I was in a car crash. And I was the driver.
It was dark, still, and there were no lights flashing on my dashboard. That meant that the battery was dead. I did not recognize the vehicle.
The other dreams came back to me in a flash. Could this be just another dream? Could this just be another situation that I have been thrown into? Or could this be the end?
No, the pain was too real. Where I was felt too real. It felt more real than wandering in the forest looking for my grandparents house.
It felt more real than searching an unfamiliar dilapidated home looking for a family that I wasn't even sure that were my own.
The pain was more severe than joining a war that I didn't even know had begun.
I held more fear than finding the bear of a man torturing the poor souls in the basement and him finding me to bring me closer to death.
This level of uncertainty was with me and felt greater than when I fell into the servents home, where death was the punishment for all misdeomeners.
More terrified than when I fell into a world that I had no relation to and with its ending could mean anything for myself.
What was I going to to encounter next, was it death? Was it another life? Or was it another dream like situation where I would no know what was going to occur next?
The pain began to lesson, and I realized that it was because I was dying. There was no one there with me in that car, and darkness already surrounded me, so there was no difference when I closed my eyes. I let myself go, for if this was the end of the madness, then I would embrace it like a friend, a friend of sanity.
The stories all say 'don't follow the light' but what they don't say is that when you do follow the light, you don't follow it at all. You float with the light. A sense of peach envelops you and carries you to the golden doors that lead you to your next life.
This was the end, or so I thought, as the golden doors opened before me.
My head throbbed, not as severe as a headache, but more like an injury. Pound. Pound. Pound. I could hear the blood rushing in my brain, down to my heart. I couldn't see, but I couldn't open my eyes, something sticky was holding them closed. I was afraid.
My body was pinned, from my knees to my stomach, pressure was there, and that same sticky substance. I wanted to scream, but who would hear when I couldn't see myself. I tried to move my arm but it felt heavy, and thinking of moving hurt.
Overwhelmed by the pressure that was being placed on my body I fell into what I hoped was sleep, and I was merely dreaming.
In my state of unconciousness I tried to put the pieces together. Where was I to feel this pressure, and how did I find myself in this situation. It hurt too much to move, or think about moving. Maybe this was finally it, maybe I had found myself in a situation where I could not get out of. Could I perhaps have begun to die?
This pressure wasn't just pressure, it was a blockage from agony, which I could feel. I embraced it because pain meant that I was alive. Wherever I was it still meant that I was alive. That is the beauty of emotions, it tells you that you are alive.
Suspended between life and death, with only pain keeping me closer to life I willed myself to open my eyes, determined to not follow a light if it did present itself. I would live.
The situation that I found myself in surprised me, for a just a moment.
I was in a car crash. And I was the driver.
It was dark, still, and there were no lights flashing on my dashboard. That meant that the battery was dead. I did not recognize the vehicle.
The other dreams came back to me in a flash. Could this be just another dream? Could this just be another situation that I have been thrown into? Or could this be the end?
No, the pain was too real. Where I was felt too real. It felt more real than wandering in the forest looking for my grandparents house.
It felt more real than searching an unfamiliar dilapidated home looking for a family that I wasn't even sure that were my own.
The pain was more severe than joining a war that I didn't even know had begun.
I held more fear than finding the bear of a man torturing the poor souls in the basement and him finding me to bring me closer to death.
This level of uncertainty was with me and felt greater than when I fell into the servents home, where death was the punishment for all misdeomeners.
More terrified than when I fell into a world that I had no relation to and with its ending could mean anything for myself.
What was I going to to encounter next, was it death? Was it another life? Or was it another dream like situation where I would no know what was going to occur next?
The pain began to lesson, and I realized that it was because I was dying. There was no one there with me in that car, and darkness already surrounded me, so there was no difference when I closed my eyes. I let myself go, for if this was the end of the madness, then I would embrace it like a friend, a friend of sanity.
The stories all say 'don't follow the light' but what they don't say is that when you do follow the light, you don't follow it at all. You float with the light. A sense of peach envelops you and carries you to the golden doors that lead you to your next life.
This was the end, or so I thought, as the golden doors opened before me.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Work Related
So today at work one of the local priests asked me this joke today:
"How do you make God laugh?", he asked.
"I have no idea, there must be a few different ways... why?" said I.
"Tell him what you're going to do tomorrow."
I have a response for him for next time.
Do you want God to laugh, or smile in your direction right this moment? I would rather have him smile, and believe me when I say that I will do something tomorrow, that it will happen. Sure, some things are set in stone, like appointments and meals, but what about those promises that I said I would do when I was in trouble?
I said that I would do that piece of homework tomorrow... does He believe me? When I was hurting and said that if He took away the pain I would pray every night, did He believe me? If tomorrow, something were to happen and I make another empty promise, will He believe me then as well?
God's love is everlasting. He gives love like He would with charity. Charity is what we give others that we don't believe deserve, but we give it to them anyways.
Do you want to receive Charity from Him, or do you want to receive His love? Do you not want to receive His true love, or do you want to receive love that you don't deserve?
The priest today truly gave me a lesson to learn that I can carry with me for a long time. In one short riddle, I learned more today about my actions than a lecture from a professor.
"How do you make God laugh?", he asked.
"I have no idea, there must be a few different ways... why?" said I.
"Tell him what you're going to do tomorrow."
I have a response for him for next time.
"Do you know how to make God smile?"
"How?"
"Thank him for today."
Do you want God to laugh, or smile in your direction right this moment? I would rather have him smile, and believe me when I say that I will do something tomorrow, that it will happen. Sure, some things are set in stone, like appointments and meals, but what about those promises that I said I would do when I was in trouble?
I said that I would do that piece of homework tomorrow... does He believe me? When I was hurting and said that if He took away the pain I would pray every night, did He believe me? If tomorrow, something were to happen and I make another empty promise, will He believe me then as well?
God's love is everlasting. He gives love like He would with charity. Charity is what we give others that we don't believe deserve, but we give it to them anyways.
Do you want to receive Charity from Him, or do you want to receive His love? Do you not want to receive His true love, or do you want to receive love that you don't deserve?
The priest today truly gave me a lesson to learn that I can carry with me for a long time. In one short riddle, I learned more today about my actions than a lecture from a professor.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Behind You (2)
Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow
I have always known that fellow
I have had that one wish
That I would get that kiss
From you, yes that's true
Soon I'll say that I love you
If you say, that again
I'll say you're more than a best friend
And that is exactly true
'Cause that's how I've always known you
Monday, April 8, 2013
Preppy & Pink
This was probably being sold for around $80, but as ya'll know me, I can do better!
Grey sweater: $12
Pink shirt: $ 7
Black pants: $ 10
Uggs: $12
Jewelry: $1
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Sold for: $42
HOWEVER: Keep in mind that many of these pieces are worn multiple times in multiple fashionable poses! Why? Cause the only time I ever buy something is when I know that I can wear it with three other items in my always-getting-smaller closet!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Ghost Story
"I'm not cheating, I'm not cheating, I'm not cheat... Oh my gawd ...."
I was back at the coffee house. I had an adventure that I wanted to go on, one that I had not gone on in a very long while. Jack was closing up, again. I waited until all of the regulars, the people who knew me had already left before I returned... in a new outfit.
"Hey, uh, Jack... I changed my mind. Are you still free tonight?" Alright, I was still sounding desperate but at least my voice didn't waver this time.
"For you Nicole, I'll be free any time you want me." Oh gawd, that wink, and charismatic tug of his lopsided grin when he smiled... Oh please, I can't fall for him, I was with Rascal!
"Well, what time do you want me to stop by again? I can come back after you close up?"
"Naw, you sit your pretty little tush right there and we'll be ready to go in about 15 minutes. You don't mind that I smell like coffee when we go out, do you?"
Coffee? Coffee? It's only my favorite smell in the entire world! "Not at all!"
Jack wiped down the tables and chairs, refilled the canisters sitting on the counters and shooed the last of the customers out of the shop. It was only 7 p.m. but the coffee shops closed early around here, no one really wandered around after 7:30 anyways, no one ever liked the dark in this town. When we first moved in Rascal was warned to keep an eye on me after dark, apparently there was a town superstition that a vengeful spirit was wandering the roads looking for his murdered mistress and wife. Or maybe it was just the mistress. I'm not one for fairy tales or ghost stories so I didn't pay attention.
Long story short, one of the original town founders, George Trian married a pretty little blond waif like beautynot much older than 15 from a few towns over and she died in childbirth. Poor thing. Well, he didn't waste any time finding someone to take care of his little girl and remarried. So it's told is that he married the little girls older step sister, Belinda, who really wasn't that pretty. She was the maid of the family, and was never home when someone came to call for her hand so she never got married until her younger sister died. Well, she ended up raising her dead sisters daughter. Now since he has a woman at home that he doesn't really want, raising a beautiful little girl that he doesn't know how to raise, he decided to leave the town. As the town founder, that is a little difficult, since everyone knows your name and your story. Trian left behind his second wife and child and headed East, towards the mountain villages when the daughter, Vanessa turned 4.
Years passed and Trian never returned. In the meantime Trian's little daughter grew up and became the spitting image of her mother, much to the annoyance of her aunt/step mother. When she turned 16, Vanessa decided to head out and find her father. Knowing that he headed East, she headed out herself, alone. It just so happened that Trian decided to head home and see how the town that he helped found was doing and headed West. Halfway between the two towns father and daughter met at dusk and camped across the road from each other, both unaware that the other was there. George got up in the middle of the night to do his business and wandered across the road to where Vanessa lay. Finding her laying there, her blond hair illuminated by the moon, curled under an aging blanket that once adorned his wedding bed, Train became frightened. It does not take much for a cheating man to become spooked. He believed that since he fell in love with the other woman, Clarissa from the other town, that his beautiful first wife had come to haunt him after he left Clarissa's village.
And so, George killed Vanessa in her sleep. None would have been the wise if he had headed East that very morning. However, being a foolish man, he headed West, back to his first town. Everyone at that point had been looking for Vanessa, not knowing that she had headed East and were shocked when George had entered the town. They pleaded with him asking if they had seen the girl, small, waif like, blond hair, young, and George became frightened. He repeated three times, "No, I have not seen the girl that you seek." Belinda heard him state this three times and took him home. She sat him down and searched his clothes, his hair, and his shoes for a sign that he had indeed been cheating. She found on his backside, one of Vanessa's long blond hairs. She became furious believing that this hair belonged to his mistress, who in truth was not blond, but lost in time and legend, and struck George down. The townsfolk hearing the trouble rushed to the house and saw Belinda with the weapon and George dead on the ground, and lost no time in sentencing to a hanging until death. And thus George Trian, his first wife, his second wife Belinda and his daughter Vanessa had died.
To this day, the townsfolk do not stay outside and keep an eye on their cheating husbands, and the husbands/dates don't dare cheat for fear that Belinda will come and strike them in their sleep.
Being one of the new kids on the block, I didn't believe in such rubbish. The better question was, should I believe in these tales when I myself was about to cheat on Rascal?
I was back at the coffee house. I had an adventure that I wanted to go on, one that I had not gone on in a very long while. Jack was closing up, again. I waited until all of the regulars, the people who knew me had already left before I returned... in a new outfit.
"Hey, uh, Jack... I changed my mind. Are you still free tonight?" Alright, I was still sounding desperate but at least my voice didn't waver this time.
"For you Nicole, I'll be free any time you want me." Oh gawd, that wink, and charismatic tug of his lopsided grin when he smiled... Oh please, I can't fall for him, I was with Rascal!
"Well, what time do you want me to stop by again? I can come back after you close up?"
"Naw, you sit your pretty little tush right there and we'll be ready to go in about 15 minutes. You don't mind that I smell like coffee when we go out, do you?"
Coffee? Coffee? It's only my favorite smell in the entire world! "Not at all!"
Jack wiped down the tables and chairs, refilled the canisters sitting on the counters and shooed the last of the customers out of the shop. It was only 7 p.m. but the coffee shops closed early around here, no one really wandered around after 7:30 anyways, no one ever liked the dark in this town. When we first moved in Rascal was warned to keep an eye on me after dark, apparently there was a town superstition that a vengeful spirit was wandering the roads looking for his murdered mistress and wife. Or maybe it was just the mistress. I'm not one for fairy tales or ghost stories so I didn't pay attention.
Long story short, one of the original town founders, George Trian married a pretty little blond waif like beautynot much older than 15 from a few towns over and she died in childbirth. Poor thing. Well, he didn't waste any time finding someone to take care of his little girl and remarried. So it's told is that he married the little girls older step sister, Belinda, who really wasn't that pretty. She was the maid of the family, and was never home when someone came to call for her hand so she never got married until her younger sister died. Well, she ended up raising her dead sisters daughter. Now since he has a woman at home that he doesn't really want, raising a beautiful little girl that he doesn't know how to raise, he decided to leave the town. As the town founder, that is a little difficult, since everyone knows your name and your story. Trian left behind his second wife and child and headed East, towards the mountain villages when the daughter, Vanessa turned 4.
Years passed and Trian never returned. In the meantime Trian's little daughter grew up and became the spitting image of her mother, much to the annoyance of her aunt/step mother. When she turned 16, Vanessa decided to head out and find her father. Knowing that he headed East, she headed out herself, alone. It just so happened that Trian decided to head home and see how the town that he helped found was doing and headed West. Halfway between the two towns father and daughter met at dusk and camped across the road from each other, both unaware that the other was there. George got up in the middle of the night to do his business and wandered across the road to where Vanessa lay. Finding her laying there, her blond hair illuminated by the moon, curled under an aging blanket that once adorned his wedding bed, Train became frightened. It does not take much for a cheating man to become spooked. He believed that since he fell in love with the other woman, Clarissa from the other town, that his beautiful first wife had come to haunt him after he left Clarissa's village.
And so, George killed Vanessa in her sleep. None would have been the wise if he had headed East that very morning. However, being a foolish man, he headed West, back to his first town. Everyone at that point had been looking for Vanessa, not knowing that she had headed East and were shocked when George had entered the town. They pleaded with him asking if they had seen the girl, small, waif like, blond hair, young, and George became frightened. He repeated three times, "No, I have not seen the girl that you seek." Belinda heard him state this three times and took him home. She sat him down and searched his clothes, his hair, and his shoes for a sign that he had indeed been cheating. She found on his backside, one of Vanessa's long blond hairs. She became furious believing that this hair belonged to his mistress, who in truth was not blond, but lost in time and legend, and struck George down. The townsfolk hearing the trouble rushed to the house and saw Belinda with the weapon and George dead on the ground, and lost no time in sentencing to a hanging until death. And thus George Trian, his first wife, his second wife Belinda and his daughter Vanessa had died.
To this day, the townsfolk do not stay outside and keep an eye on their cheating husbands, and the husbands/dates don't dare cheat for fear that Belinda will come and strike them in their sleep.
Being one of the new kids on the block, I didn't believe in such rubbish. The better question was, should I believe in these tales when I myself was about to cheat on Rascal?
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Positive Thoughts!
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