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Cool exerpt from the book-THIRTEEN MOONS, BY CHARLES FRAZIER

I cannot decide whether it is an illness or a sin, the need to write things down and fix the flowing world in one rigid form.  Bear believed writing dulled the spirit, stilled some holy breath.  Smothered it.  Words, when they've been captured and imprisoned on paper, become a barrier against the world, one best left unerected. 


Posted: 3:10 PM, Feb. 28, 2008		 Comments (0) | Add Comment | Link

not ashamed to share

Wondering what happended to that seventeen

stuck here in the house, a chaotic scene

remembering the days of summer sun

laughing, exploring, always on the run.

you came to me in my dreams again.

it sure has been a long time, my friend.

you were the one who i looked to, you formed some thoughts

you inspired, and desired to sort thru the knots

in my dream i was wearing my gloves from 93,

i held your hand and said, it feels so free

to run along and skip with you

it was reluctant fun as we were on the run

but in the end reality hits,

i've got my kids, my life, i teach, i think 

you've got your quirks, you stink, and drink

it sure is fun to remember though

and laugh and write

and remember every september


Posted: 5:22 PM, Feb. 27, 2008		 Comments (0) | Add Comment | Link

Techno-fat

It may have been more special,

Back before the net.

It might have had some meaning,

Not so easy to forget.

But now everyone's blogging, about every this and that.

Not any room for original,

in this land of techno-fat.

A book used to have some meaning, when they were hard to come by.

A letter used to be special, when waiting two weeks for fast reply.

A paper could have some new news, and we would all have time to ponder,

but now change the channel quick, before our mind should wander

Toward some intellect,

toward some truth or meaning,

Access is cheap, and words are fast forgetten in this land of  knowledge weaning.


Posted: 3:14 PM, Feb. 7, 2008		 Comments (0) | Add Comment | Link

I want Switched on Schoolhouse!!!

I have a major desire to get my hands on Switched on Schoolhouse 3rd grade!!  I just can't afford to spend the near $300.  What's a girl to do?  Ebay you say, well it's not much cheaper there either.   I even called AOP wondering if they have a clearence sale at year end, but no.  They said they don't do anything with the previous year's curriculum....So, where does it all go?  I wonder.... I wish it found it's way to my local Christian bookstore for maybe 50 bucks...Am I unreasonable???  Just a little.

Posted: 2:52 PM, Jan. 7, 2008		 Comments (1) | Add Comment | Link

Things I've been lovin'

**$5 bag sale on all clothing items at my favorite thrift store.  Oh yeah!

**$1 bag sale on the last day of huge Right To Life rummage sale.  Oh yeah!

**Learningpage.com Where I've rediscovered the coolness of free worksheets/books.  Not sure why I quit visiting this site.

**My husband, and kids.  I've been reading a book with a bit of tragedy in it, which makes me appreciate my crisis free life right now.

**Marshmallow Mateys cereal by Malt-o-Meal.  Yum!  Extra value and extra fresh marshmallows.

**BEST OF ALL ... Day Light Savings!  Oh yeah!  Last night we tricked the kids and didn't set the clocks back so they went to bed an hour early.  My husband and I gained and hour in the morning and an extra hour at bed time! 

 **Chances to win stuff! 

Here  is a contest by School at Home:  Check it out, maybe win some beautiful snowflakes! http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/Ruth/


Posted: 12:40 PM, Nov. 5, 2007		 Comments (2) | Add Comment | Link

Funniest Forward I've ever received!

SUMMARY OF MY LAST  YEAR ON THE COMPUTER                                 
                                                                           
   I NOW HAVE TO:::..............                                          
                                                                           
I have to scrub the top of every can I open.                              
                                                                           
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the  1,387,258Th time.     
                                                                           
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are  sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.                            
                                                                           
I  no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.               
                                                                           
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.                                          
                                                                           
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a  hot day                                                     
                                                                           
Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I  forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.                                                                  
                                                                           
Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.                                                            
                                                                           
I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.      
                                                                           
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these  products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans .       
                                                                           
I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.     
                                                                           
And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.                                                                     
                                                                           
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with an infected needle.                                                  
                                                                           
   I  no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.                                                
                                                                           
I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al  Qaeda in  disguise.                                                       
                                                                           
I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.                                    
                                                                           
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a  number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan                                                            
                                                                           
I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.                                                             
                                                                           
Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.                                                            
                                                                           
And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a  criminal waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.                                 
                                                                           
I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!                                                                
                                                                           
If you don't send this e-mail to  at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with  diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels  will infest your back,  causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this  will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door  neighbor's  ex-mother-in law's second husband's cousin's beautician...                
                                                                           
Have a wonderful day....   

 


Posted: 8:17 AM, Oct. 24, 2007		 Comments (2) | Add Comment | Link

An invitation

It's like a song that's been over played.

Like a masterpiece on a soup can.

It's like someone you knew in school, someone you'd never call.

The thought of getting older, the chance to be mature.

You knew this day would come.  It's the one thing that's for sure,

I will invite you in. 

You may not like it here, but I've tried so hard to accommodate.

Please come in and stay awhile, it's ok if you're late.

I'm not sure what kind of talent we might share, or if anyone else out there will care.

But, let's just wait and see.

Cuz I knew this day was coming, the day we talked about.

The lines run deep between us, and I have dreamt about how it would play itself out.

But, memory and reality are no longer true friends... it depends upon the day,

I'd say

Thank God you're still alive. 

So sorry I forgot to write, and invite you to come inside. 

This place we once shared. 

Did you think you might be spared?

Welcome, welcome home.


Posted: 9:12 PM, Oct. 3, 2007		 Comments (0) | Add Comment | Link

Revisited

What makes up a life?

Days, hours, friends, love,or  things?

Memories, feelings, hurt, desire.

Words spoken, thoughts unheard. 

Things we collect to make us feel alive, when we can truly survive

with so very little.

Ambition to accomplish what we feel that we must,

at the end of the day we throw it all away.

When we are stripped we see what it is that makes a life.


Posted: 3:41 PM, Oct. 3, 2007		 Comments (0) | Add Comment | Link