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Ramblings of a mom on a roll...
Dec. 17, 2008 - NEW School prayer :
New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME!)
Since the Pledge of Allegiance & The Lords Prayer
Are not allowed in Schools anymore
Because the word 'God' is mentioned...
A Kid in Ohio wrote the attached...
NEW School prayer :
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks..
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not
belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take
Please pass this on.
Jesus said,
'If you are ashamed of me,
I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'
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Aug. 26, 2007 - Three Inches
Three inches. It only took three inches to push me over the edge. Three lousy tiny inches in a 12' X 14' room. Writing this reminds me of just bizarre my life has become. Anyone who has read through these many posts will find the highs and lows of the past year of my life. There's been much laughter and even more tears. There's been births and deaths. There's been growth. The one area I just can't seem to make growth in, is growth in acceptance of the weed that has grown in this home. This weed just takes. Demands. Gives nothing back. No shared knowledge. No joy. Not even a pretty smell. Just takes, takes, then takes more. Never saying thank you. Never saying please. I've prayed. It hasn't brought comfort. I've thought of moving out. I've been asked to stay. I've finally hit the wall you hear many joggers talk about where you just become depleted and have no more to give. Three inches. It only took three inches. The weed has won. I no longer call this home. |
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May. 16, 2007 - Mother Day Poem
My fifteen year old step-daughter called me on Mother's Day to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. She told me she wrote me a poem and would email it to me. This is her poem . I think it's wonderful so I thought I would share it with my friends. ~~ I love you, Melissa. ~~
Mom,
I know I get on your nerves
I can be a pain
Sometimes your sanity curves
Sometimes I make you ashamed
But you still hang in there
You don't give up on me
It's just not fair (in the good way)
You do it for free
I'll always treasure our fun
On those times, I shall bide
Like the unicorn we shun
And the grasshopper we keep inside
It may not be much
But I really truely do
My heart, you have touched
I deeply appreciate you
I will always remember
All we have rendered
HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY!!!! |
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May. 7, 2007 - The Poem (song) Ktas is Memorizing!
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Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little birdies dirty feet,
Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
And I forgot my spoon!
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Multilated monkey meat,
Itsy bitsy birdie feet,
French fried eye-balls,
Rolling down a muddy street,
And I forgot my spoon.
(pause)
But I got my straw!
Great green gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Saturated birdy feet,
All wrapped up in
All purpose porpoise pus.
And me without a spoon!
Gee whiz! (but I've got a straw)
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Chopped up dirty birdy feet.
A one pound jar of all purpose porpoise pus
Swimming in pink lemonade.
Scab sandwich, spit on top
Monkey vomit, camel snot
Eagle eye and cookie goo
Made a sandwich just for you. |
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Apr. 5, 2007 - Feeling creative, wishing I was home
As you can tell, I don't use my time well.
I sit here and play while watching the day
Turn into night making my blog page a fright.
(Lol....you should have seen the results of a few tries)
Wish I was home so I could wander and roam
Snapping new pictures of kids, pets and pastures.
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Feb. 22, 2007 - What a wonderful day!
What a wonderful day today is!
It's around eighty degrees,
the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing,
there's not a cloud in the sky....
What a wonderful day. |
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Sep. 5, 2006 - Poems from my childhood
Multiplication is vexation
Division's just as bad
The rule of three does puzzle me
And fractions drive me mad!
unknown author
Jaybird, jaybird sittin on a rail
Pickin his teeth with the end of his tail,
Mulberry leaves and calico sleeves
All school teachers are hard to please.
unknown author
(At least, I couldn't tell you who wrote them  )
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