Manic Monday

I'm sad.
So very sad.
I've had a bad day.
What a day I've had.

Go ahead; ask me why.
I won't cry.
Til the day is over
A smile I will try.

If you will just ask
About the task
Requiring me
To bask

In Sad.

A "Bad" Word Poem can be kind of Fun....

Almost everyday for almost 17 years I have been reading to my children (and any other child that happened to be in my home). I love children's books! I have lots of favorites that I never get tired of reading. Luckily, even though my youngest is 9 1/2, he still wants me to read to him before he goes to bed.

Last night because I was working, he offered to gather the books. I was pleasantly surprised when he chose a book titled, "Poetry Speaks to Children". The book is filled with fun, silly, thoughtful, and even sad poems. Cameron read some and I read some. We had a great time. But the funnest poem we read, that gave us giggles enough to last through all the poems, was the one named "Gas".

I have to tell you that it has a word in it that in our house is considered a "bad" word. But, because of the truth that the poem speaks, and the possibility of a great giggle-fest, I'm going to share it with you.

GAS
written by C.K. Williams
for his grandchildren

There's a land called France
that has an odd law,
a law that might make you
drop your jaw,
for what it proclaims
in words very clear,
is that FARTING
IS FORBIDDEN HERE.

Did you say FARTING?
Did you say FORBIDDEN?

Yes, it's true,
there's a country called France
in which FARTING
must be HIDDEN,
BECAUSE FARTING
IN FRANCE
IS FORBIDDEN!

Though it's not so in Canada,
and not in Spain,
and not on the prairie,
and not on the plain,
and not in countries like Egypt
where camels are ridden,
in France,
on the rivers and mountains,
on the roads and in fields,
FARTING IS FORBIDDEN!

Will a policeman arrest you
in France
if you FART?
Nobody knows.
But, he might blow his whistle,
or pinch your toes.

So what should you say
if a policeman in France
asks, DID YOU FART?
You should answer as quickly as you can,
"THAT WASN'T ME, IT WAS MY BROTHER!"

And what should your brother
say if he's asked
DID YOU FART?
Why, he should reply,
"THAT WAS MY OTHER,
LITTLE BROTHER!"

And what about him
your baby brother,
what should he say
if someone asks him,
DID YOU FART?

Well, he won't answer,
because he can't talk,
though it's well known
that babies FART
before they can walk!

We pretend that we don't,
and cover our nose,
but it's really a pose
because everyone knows
that EVERYONE FARTS:
Fathers, and mothers,
and sisters and brothers,
grandmas and grandpas, and babies who goo.

So if one day in France
a policeman
should inquire of you,
"Excuse me, DID YOU FART?
DID YOUR BROTHERS FART, TOO?"

Without hesitation,
you and your brothers
must shout:
"IT"S NOT US WHO FARTED,
YOU SILLY PERSON,
IT WAS YOU!"

Of Memories and Dreams....

Happy, Happy, New Year!!!!

For several reasons I am always happy to begin a New Year!

1. I love to Reminisce.
2. I love New Beginnings.
3. I love to have Options to Consider.
4. I love it once a Decision is Made.
5. I love to Dream about the Possibilities to Come.

I want to hear from you about what you will be Reminiscing about for 2007 and all the Possibilities you Dream about for 2008!

The Soldier King

No one seemed to notice
The man beside the road
He was just a ragged soldier
Out there in the cold
But he seemed to have a purpose
Only known to him
As he walked along the streets that night
Through the town of Bethlehem

In his head he held the memory
Of all the wars he'd known
In his hand he clutched the medal
For the bravery he'd shown
And the weight of every battle
He carried in his heart
But his eyes were clear in searching
For a manger in the dark

Some are born to greatness
Some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten
Like they'd never lived at all
We're all born to know Him
And stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his King
Tonight

He had marched for politicians
Served under their command
And fought for all their causes
That he did not understand
But there was something deep inside
Enough
That led him on his way
With a single star to guide him
To where the Baby lay

Some are born to greatness
Some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten
Like they'd never lived at all
We're all born to know Him
And stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his King
Tonight

He stood before the Son of God
Come to pay our debt
He smiled up at the soldier
That the world would soon forget
So he held out his medal
And said, "This for You I pray."
And there he swore allegiance
To the newborn Baby King

Some are born to greatness
Some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten
Like they'd never lived at all
We're all born to know Him
And stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his King
Tonight

I am thankful for my brother and all the other troops who are serving us today to ensure our freedom to worship whoever, however and whatever we may!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas...

Merry, Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Great Big Hugs & Sloppy Kisses to All of You From Me!

A Fun Time Was Had By Micalanne

Last night was a very fun night. I was able to go to dinner with two of my favorite girls Judy & Janet! I was also able to meet Randi, Janets work buddy. It was really great to be able to see Janet after so many years!!!!! When I lived in Las Vegas with my family so long ago, I had always enjoyed Janet's company because of the ease of being around her calm demeanor, her "laugh-from-the-bottom-of-my-belly" humor, and her kindness.

Janet, it was great spending a little bit of time with you and hope to do it again soon! Say hello to Randi and tell her she became a new fast friend because of her love of words!!!!! I love words too!

A Poem by Lauren Child

When I was walking up the road, not down,
I came upon a strange, strange sound.
It made me jump,
It made me squeal,
Many goose bumps did I feel.
When I looked to see
What had made the noise
It was just a bunch of stinky boys.