If you have a series of little fires, and one huge fire, what do you tackle first?
My philosophy is to get the little fires out of the way, so you can then focus all your attention on the big one.
Home is where the heart is- and I desperately miss future room 14 and Bloomington, IN (but I'll always hold love for MN)
Sometimes, I really wish I could go to my cave and take a vacation.
I have genuine friends.
I'm not good with change.
Sometimes I just want to be held, and told everything will be alright.
Pick your battles wisely.
When you don't know what you're looking for- you find it.
Sometimes I feel like a chicken with their head cut off.
If only ingredients like:
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as gold
could make a potion that could lift the invisible spell.
Sometimes, all I need is to just hear your voice, and see you're name on the phone to make me smile.
And sometimes a girls night out is just what the doctor ordered.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
A finals poem
Twas the night before finals, and all through the college,
The students were praying for last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy, but none touched their beds,
While visions of essays danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns, a few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor would loosen up their thinking.
In my own room, I had been pacing,
And dreaded exams I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless, her nose in her books,
And my comments to her drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee, and brewed a new pot,
No longer caring that my nerves were shot.
I stared at my notes, but my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver,
But each place I called refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel,
With futures depending on grades had in school.
When all of a sudden, our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside.
Her spirit was careless, her manner was mellow,
She wore a white toga, she started to bellow:
"What kind of student would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers what they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On last year's exams!
On Wingit and Slingit, and last minute crams!"
Her message delivered, she vanished from sight,
But we heard her laughing outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you, so just do your best.
Happy finals to all, and to all, a good test!"
The students were praying for last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy, but none touched their beds,
While visions of essays danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns, a few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor would loosen up their thinking.
In my own room, I had been pacing,
And dreaded exams I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless, her nose in her books,
And my comments to her drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee, and brewed a new pot,
No longer caring that my nerves were shot.
I stared at my notes, but my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver,
But each place I called refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel,
With futures depending on grades had in school.
When all of a sudden, our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside.
Her spirit was careless, her manner was mellow,
She wore a white toga, she started to bellow:
"What kind of student would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers what they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On last year's exams!
On Wingit and Slingit, and last minute crams!"
Her message delivered, she vanished from sight,
But we heard her laughing outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you, so just do your best.
Happy finals to all, and to all, a good test!"
Monday, December 12, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Ponder
As you travel through life, there are always those times when decisions just have to be made. . when the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce, and the rain seems to soak your parade. There are some situations where all you can do is to simply let go and move on. Gather courage together and choose a direction that carries you toward a new dawn. So pack up your troubles and take a step forward the. The process of change can be tough. . but think about all the excitement ahead. There could be adventures you never imagined just waiting around the next bend and wishes and dreams just about to come true in ways you can't yet comprehend. Perhaps you'll find friendships that spring from new interests as you challenge your status quo, and learn there are so many options in life and so many ways you can grow. Perhaps you'll go places you never expected and see things that you've never seen. . .or travel to fabulous worlds and wonderful sports in between. Perhaps you'll find warmth and affection and caring-"a somebody special" who's there. . to help you stay centered and listen with interest to stories and feelings you share. Perhaps you'll find comfort in knowing your friends are supportive of all that you do . . and believe that whatever decisions you make, they'll be the right choices for you. So keep putting one foot in front of the other and taking your life day by day. There's a brighter tomorrow just down the road. Don't look back- you're not going that way.
