The next morning I awoke to this:
Didn't turn pic upright before posting - oh well, a symbol for life at the moment: a little sideways.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Pranking with Jello and Flamingos
Last night I opened the door to this:
And this:
Apparently there was a prank pulled on THE OFFICE where someone chilled a stapler in jello. The girls decided to try this with my "singing bowl" after they snatched it. Didn't quite come out as they planned, but it sure was funny. But they weren't done yet....
The next morning I awoke to this:
And:
Think there were about 23 in all throughout my front yard. We had a bit of rain (very unusual for our area), and it appeared my yard sprouted pink flamingos. But it made for a fun morning, especially after spotting this:
The next morning I awoke to this:
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Yet Another
| Yet another poem by Dean Young. Stumbled upon him through a poetry site and have been quite impressed. Hope I'm not breaking any copyright laws by sharing these poems. So always linking back to my source Poetry.Org. Ash Ode | ||
| by Dean Young | ||
When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks shouting your name then realizing it wasn’t you but some alarmed pretender, I went on running, shouting now into the sky, continuing your fame and luster. Since I've been incinerated, I've oft returned to this thought, that all things loved are pursued and never caught, even as you slept beside me you were flying off. At least what's never had can’t be lost, the sieve of self stuck with just some larger chunks, jawbone, wedding ring, a single repeated dream, a lullaby in every elegy, descriptions of the sea written in the desert, your broken umbrella, me claiming I could fix it. | ||
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Bronzed
As I receive several poems of the day from this site. I hope to share the ones that stand out.
That dusty bubble gum, once ubiquitous as starlings,
is no more, my love. Whistling dinosaurs now populate
only animation studios, the furious actions of angels
causing their breasts to flop out in mannerist
frescos flake away as sleet holds us in its teeth.
And the bus-station's old urinals go under
the grindstone and the youthful spelunkers
graduate into the wrinkle-causing sun. The sea
seemingly a constant to the naked eye is one
long goodbye, perpetually the tide recedes,
beaches dotted with debris. Unto each is given
a finite number of addresses, ditties to dart
the heart to its moments of sorrow and swoon.
The sword's hilt glints, the daffodils bow down,
all is temporary as a perfect haircut, a kitten
in the lap, yet sitting here with you, my darling,
waiting for a tuna melt and side of slaw
seems all eternity I'll ever need
and all eternity needs of me.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Guess It's All About Point-of-View
Have always loved Roald Dahl. Stumbled upon this little ditty today. Little morbid, but then I guess it depends on one's point-of-view. :) There's one about Red Riding Hood and Cinderella as well.Excerpt –
'This famous wicked little tale
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook...'
'...Now just imagine how you'd feel
If you had cooked a lovely meal,
Delicious porridge, steaming hot,
Fresh coffee in the coffee pot,
With maybe toast and marmalade,
The table beautifully laid,
One place for you and one for dad,
Another for your little lad.
Then dad cries, 'Golly–gosh! Gee whizz!
'Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is!
'Let's take a walk along the street
'Until it's cool enough to eat.'
He adds, 'An early morning stroll
'Is good for people on the whole.
'It makes your appetite improve
'It also helps your bowels move.'
No proper wife would dare to question
Such a sensible suggestion,
Above all not at breakfast–time
When men are seldom at their prime.
No sooner are you down the road
Than Goldilocks, that little toad
That nosey thieving little louse,
Comes sneaking in your empty house....'
'...(Here comes the next catastrophe.)
Most educated people choose
To rid themselves of socks and shoes
Before they clamber into bed.
But Goldie didn't give a shred.
Her filthy shoes were thick with grime,
And mud and mush and slush and slime.
Worse still, upon the heel of one
Was something that a dog had done.
I say once more, what would you think
If all this horrid dirt and stink
Was smeared upon your eiderdown
By this revolting little clown?
(The famous story has no clues
To show the girl removed her shoes.)
Oh, what a tale of crime on crime!
Let's check it for a second time.
Crime One, the prosecution's case:
She breaks and enters someone's place.
Crime Two, the prosecutor notes:
She steals a bowl of porridge oats.
Crime Three: She breaks a precious chair
Belonging to the Baby Bear.
Crime Four: She smears each spotless sheet
With filthy messes from her feet.
A judge would say without a blink,
'Ten years hard labour in the clink!'
But in the book, as you will see,
The little beast gets off scot–free,
While tiny children near and far
Shout 'Goody–good! Hooray! Hurrah!'
'Poor darling Goldilocks!' they say,
'Thank goodness that she got away!'
Myself, I think I'd rather send
Young Goldie to a sticky end.
'Oh daddy!' cried the Baby Bear,
'My porridge gone! It isn't fair!'
'Then go upstairs,' the Big Bear said,
'Your porridge is upon the bed.
'But as it's inside mademoiselle,
'You'll have to eat her up as well.'
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook...'
'...Now just imagine how you'd feel
If you had cooked a lovely meal,
Delicious porridge, steaming hot,
Fresh coffee in the coffee pot,
With maybe toast and marmalade,
The table beautifully laid,
One place for you and one for dad,
Another for your little lad.
Then dad cries, 'Golly–gosh! Gee whizz!
'Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is!
'Let's take a walk along the street
'Until it's cool enough to eat.'
He adds, 'An early morning stroll
'Is good for people on the whole.
'It makes your appetite improve
'It also helps your bowels move.'
No proper wife would dare to question
Such a sensible suggestion,
Above all not at breakfast–time
When men are seldom at their prime.
No sooner are you down the road
Than Goldilocks, that little toad
That nosey thieving little louse,
Comes sneaking in your empty house....'
'...(Here comes the next catastrophe.)
Most educated people choose
To rid themselves of socks and shoes
Before they clamber into bed.
But Goldie didn't give a shred.
Her filthy shoes were thick with grime,
And mud and mush and slush and slime.
Worse still, upon the heel of one
Was something that a dog had done.
I say once more, what would you think
If all this horrid dirt and stink
Was smeared upon your eiderdown
By this revolting little clown?
(The famous story has no clues
To show the girl removed her shoes.)
Oh, what a tale of crime on crime!
Let's check it for a second time.
Crime One, the prosecution's case:
She breaks and enters someone's place.
Crime Two, the prosecutor notes:
She steals a bowl of porridge oats.
Crime Three: She breaks a precious chair
Belonging to the Baby Bear.
Crime Four: She smears each spotless sheet
With filthy messes from her feet.
A judge would say without a blink,
'Ten years hard labour in the clink!'
But in the book, as you will see,
The little beast gets off scot–free,
While tiny children near and far
Shout 'Goody–good! Hooray! Hurrah!'
'Poor darling Goldilocks!' they say,
'Thank goodness that she got away!'
Myself, I think I'd rather send
Young Goldie to a sticky end.
'Oh daddy!' cried the Baby Bear,
'My porridge gone! It isn't fair!'
'Then go upstairs,' the Big Bear said,
'Your porridge is upon the bed.
'But as it's inside mademoiselle,
'You'll have to eat her up as well.'
Roald Dahl
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I Believe
First posted this two years ago - still love it.
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born.A Death Certificate shows that we died.
Pictures show that we lived!I Believe...
That just because two people argue,doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue, doesn't mean they do love each other.
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I Believe...
That we don't have to change friends if
we understand that friends change.
I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.
I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.
I Believe....
That you should always leave loved ones with
loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
That we are responsible for what
we do, no matter how we feel.
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I Believe...
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I Believe..
That my best friend and I can do anything, or nothing, and have the best time.
I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them...and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated..
That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.
That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life Forever.
Two people can look at the exact same
thing and see something totally different.
That your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.
That even when you think you have no more to give, if
a friend cries out to you...you will find the strength to help.
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
They just make the most of everything.
**Anonymous
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Picture Perfect?
After completeing the TAKS test today, we found ourselves with a little time left before lunch. Apparently boredom was setting in, and one of my students decided to pass the time drawing. Harmless enough; however, the subject of the artwork turned out to be me. Can't say I'm too sure about the "writing" across the neck though. Didn't notice it until after he handed me the picture and wandered away. Oh well, at least he has me smiling.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
What Difference Does Easter Make?
Chauncey Spencer, does an awesome job of keeping the message in an outlined form each Sunday, a great teaching tool. It is my goal to share this outline each week.The verbs within the following message stand out to me. Jesus is, has, and does. He is NOT dead, no past tense. He still is, still has, and still does when it comes to us on a daily basis. "Can be" makes an impression as well. Our past can be forgiven, our present problems can be managed, and our future can be secured. They can be but only ARE when we accept what is being offered to us. We need to accept the forgiveness, to accept the eternal life offered, to accept Christ as our Savior - the only one who changes "CAN BE" to "IS".
What does the Resurrection Mean?
1. Jesus is who he claimed to be.
"I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies." John 11:25
"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one can get to God the Father except by means of me." John 14:6 (LB)
2. Jesus has the power he claimed to have.
"All power in heaven and on earth is given to me." Matt 28:18 (Ph)
"No one takes my life from me. I have the power to lay it down and I have the power to take it up again." John 10:18 (Ph)
3. Jesus does what he promises to do.
"They will mock...and flog... and kill me; but after three days I will come back to life again." Matt. 10: 34 (LB)
"The angel said, "Don't be frightened! I know you are looking for Jesus who was crucified, but he isn't here! He has come back to life again, just as he said he would." Matt. 28:5-6 (LB)
Why Does the Resurrection Matter?
1. My past can be forgiven.
"He has forgiven all our sins... and canceled every record of the debt we owed; Christ has done away with it by nailing it to the cross." Col. 3:14 (JB)
"There is no condemnation awaiting those who belong to Christ." Rom. 8:1 (LB)
2. My present problems can be managed.
"How incredibly great is his power to help those who believe Him... the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead!" Eph. 1:20 (LB)
"I am ready for anything through the strength of Christ who lives in me." Phil. 4:13
3. My future can be secured.
"This is the way to have eternal life - by knowing the only true God and Jesus Christ, the one he sent to earth!" John 17:3 (LB)
"We have been born again into a life full of hope through Christ's rising from the dead." 1 Peter 1:3
***
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