For Labor Day Weekend we are getting out of town! Yippee...ROAD TRIP! We are headed to Charlotte, a short drive from home, but with lots of fun in store. On Saturday we are planning our day around the UGA vs GSU game. My Alma Mater (Georgia Southern University)is heading to Athens to get their butt beat by the #1 team in the nation, my beloved Bulldogs. It better not be an exciting game, but I must watch it anyway. So, our day will begin at Dave and Busters. We have never been to a D&B, but it looks like a ton of fun. I have plenty of coupons so the kids can play to their hearts' content. And hopefully I can find a tv within eyesight of the kids that is playing my game. Either before or after the game we will be hitting BAss Pro Shops because my boys (ALL 3 of them) just can't go to Charlotte without also stopping here. I liked it...the FIRST time I went. I've seen it. Move on. LOL But we'll go because they love it. Then Saturday night we plan to have more fun at the Nascar Speedpark. Really, this is just more fun than any one person should be allowed to have in one single day. But, alas, my privileged children will get to...and then they'll ask what we're doing next. LOL Not that they're spoiled brats, but over time they get SO used to going and going that when we stop, it's only natural that they'll wonder what the next adventure is. This weekend they'll probably be too worn out to ask though, because our hotel is right next to all the other fun Saturday venues and the fun doesn't stop once we go to the room. No, then they get to close down the indoor pool.
This brings us to Sunday. We'll check out of our hotel and head to Carowinds for what will most likely be our last visit of the season. Carowinds is a theme park/water park that we have season passes to this year. We will spend the day there and then head home. Ahhhh, gotta love weekend getaways!
Poem of the Day
One Day - written by me in July of 1988, age 14
One day as I was watching the dogs and cats run wild
One day as I was seeing the first steps of a young child
One day as I was smelling the roses far away
One day as I was leaving, my conscience told me to stay.
One day as I was listening to the quietness of a mouse
One day as I was watching the train go by my house
One day as I was watching the birds fly through the sky
One day as I was staring at the cars go speeding by
One day as I was thinking how beautiful trees are
One day as I was glaring up at the bright North star
One day as I was gazing at a Redwood tree so tall
I quietly said to myself, "God made this for us all!"
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Out of The Mouths of Babes
The boys both had good days at school today. Chad even had homework today! I was surprised. Carter didn't, so he pitched a fit when I announced MY homework for them...5 sentences about their day. Chad typed his, which I'll copy/paste just as he wrote it. Carter wanted to write his on paper and since his handwriting needs work I let him, so I'll type his out, as he wrote it.
Today was my first day of 3rd grade. I made friends. I liked lunch. I had homework . I did not like it. I like recess. ~Chad
My teacher's name is Mrs. Tredore. She is nice. I played with my frinds. We walked on the playground. ~Carter
Poem of The Day
A Different View of Earth written in September 1988 - I was 14
What are those creatures we see down there?
There are birds with motors flying through the air!
What are those tall things lit up so bright?
Those creatures are in there all day and night!
There are little hairy creatures running around in a box.
Do they belong to the big creatures? Oh, maybe not.
Hey look! There's wet stuff all over that sphere!
Why don't we have any wet stuff, my dear?
All we have are gases and carbon dioxide.
They don't have to wear masks to go outside!
Look! They have motors with big lights to ride in.
All we have are small wheels cause our ground is too thin.
Why don't we take our spaceships down there,
And make our life better and give those creatures a scare.
Today was my first day of 3rd grade. I made friends. I liked lunch. I had homework . I did not like it. I like recess. ~Chad
My teacher's name is Mrs. Tredore. She is nice. I played with my frinds. We walked on the playground. ~Carter
Poem of The Day
A Different View of Earth written in September 1988 - I was 14
What are those creatures we see down there?
There are birds with motors flying through the air!
What are those tall things lit up so bright?
Those creatures are in there all day and night!
There are little hairy creatures running around in a box.
Do they belong to the big creatures? Oh, maybe not.
Hey look! There's wet stuff all over that sphere!
Why don't we have any wet stuff, my dear?
All we have are gases and carbon dioxide.
They don't have to wear masks to go outside!
Look! They have motors with big lights to ride in.
All we have are small wheels cause our ground is too thin.
Why don't we take our spaceships down there,
And make our life better and give those creatures a scare.
Friday, August 8, 2008
School is starting soon
We had Open House at school last night. I am happy with the boys' teacher placements. I think Chad got the best possible 3rd grade teacher for him. None of Carter's friends are in his class, but he started out 1st grade the same way and made many new friends, so he'll be fine. He didn't get the teacher I requested, but both the main teacher and the paraprofessional seem really nice. I think they're both going to have great years!
Poem Of The Day
People - written in June 1988, when I was 14 years old
Why were they put down here below
On this great Earth where the deep waters flow?
They pollute and destroy the water and air.
Some try to help, but some just don't care.
You meet an old friend you haven't seen in a while.
You notice a change; there's no laughter, no smile.
You think, "What's the problem? What caused the change?"
Maybe it's the city, the way their life's rearranged.
Even you will be different years from now.
Everyone changes, although I don't know why or how.
Humans are strange, they love and they fight.
Something's wrong to one, and to others it's right.
There are many different colors and many different races,
But to really see a person, you don't look at their faces.
You look at their character and the things they do to you.
And any other judging wasn't meant for you to do.
Poem Of The Day
People - written in June 1988, when I was 14 years old
Why were they put down here below
On this great Earth where the deep waters flow?
They pollute and destroy the water and air.
Some try to help, but some just don't care.
You meet an old friend you haven't seen in a while.
You notice a change; there's no laughter, no smile.
You think, "What's the problem? What caused the change?"
Maybe it's the city, the way their life's rearranged.
Even you will be different years from now.
Everyone changes, although I don't know why or how.
Humans are strange, they love and they fight.
Something's wrong to one, and to others it's right.
There are many different colors and many different races,
But to really see a person, you don't look at their faces.
You look at their character and the things they do to you.
And any other judging wasn't meant for you to do.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Home
I can't even tell you what a wonderful feeling it is to have mom and dad HOME finally. As of this past Sunday, I now live in within 10 miles of my parents for the first time since I got married. It's awesome. Tonight Mom went to dinner with me and the boys and then we went to their house to visit. For TWO HOURS I sat in the living room with my dad just chatting. Mom came in and out, but mostly it was just me and my dad...just talking...for TWO HOURS! It was very very nice. We talked about his pool league, my bowling, his retirement, the loud and crazy birds, the boys...just STUFF. All the while the boys were outside roaming 40 acres of little boy heaven. They came home filthy and happy as they marched to the shower. It's nice to all be together again.
POEM OF THE DAY
April 1988 - 14 years old
Lover's Dreams
He was sitting beside me one Friday night when suddenly he said with a sigh,
"Let's go for a walk, down by the lake, underneath the dark night sky.
The stars are out. It's a beautiful night. Come on! Come on! You'll see.
You're beautiful, my darling, and I hope and pray that you'll always belong to me.
I want you with me throughout my life, no matter how much we fight.
Cause I know we'll always work things out and love again, am I right?"
Then I responded, "Well, yes, of course. I want you with me, too.
But what if we do part, my darling? Then what in the world would we do?"
He said to me then, with such great confidence and pride,
"You're all mine darling. We'll never ever part. And that's how I feel inside."
I then lovingly replied back to him so very soft and low,
"I love you, darling, real true love, and I'll never let you go.
You were right, the sky IS beautiful, with the stars so bright and clear.
Hey look! Did you see that? A falling star! How dear!
Make a wish, whatever you want. People say it will come true.
Falling stars are very lucky. I'm so gald I've got you."
Then, all of a sudden, I was in my bed, awakened by my clock.
"Wow! What a dream! It seemed so real!" I exclaimed as I stared at the dock.
Then the telephone rang and my sweetheart said, "I want you to hear what I dreamed.
Let's go for a walk, down by the lake, and I'll tell you how real it seemed."
POEM OF THE DAY
April 1988 - 14 years old
Lover's Dreams
He was sitting beside me one Friday night when suddenly he said with a sigh,
"Let's go for a walk, down by the lake, underneath the dark night sky.
The stars are out. It's a beautiful night. Come on! Come on! You'll see.
You're beautiful, my darling, and I hope and pray that you'll always belong to me.
I want you with me throughout my life, no matter how much we fight.
Cause I know we'll always work things out and love again, am I right?"
Then I responded, "Well, yes, of course. I want you with me, too.
But what if we do part, my darling? Then what in the world would we do?"
He said to me then, with such great confidence and pride,
"You're all mine darling. We'll never ever part. And that's how I feel inside."
I then lovingly replied back to him so very soft and low,
"I love you, darling, real true love, and I'll never let you go.
You were right, the sky IS beautiful, with the stars so bright and clear.
Hey look! Did you see that? A falling star! How dear!
Make a wish, whatever you want. People say it will come true.
Falling stars are very lucky. I'm so gald I've got you."
Then, all of a sudden, I was in my bed, awakened by my clock.
"Wow! What a dream! It seemed so real!" I exclaimed as I stared at the dock.
Then the telephone rang and my sweetheart said, "I want you to hear what I dreamed.
Let's go for a walk, down by the lake, and I'll tell you how real it seemed."
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Poetry
I've been doing some updating on my blog today, added some links, etc. While doing so I remembered a long lost love of mine...writing poetry. I thought I would share a couple of my poems with you here.
My first poem...August 31, 1986 (12 years old)
HOUSES
Some are big.
Some are small.
Some are short.
Some are tall.
But the ones that I like the best
Are the ones that are not like the rest.
The ones that are haunted, spooky, and scary.
The ones that have ghosts, goblins, and fairies.
Nice ghosts of course, that do not hurt you,
And every once in a while jump out and say BOO!
And here is one I wrote for my mom in 1997...
Thank You, Mama
You were there with cookies when we came home from school;
You entertained us with your tales.
All of our friends labeled you "cool",
To me you were Mom - one who couldn't fail.
You loved us, you nurtured us, you taught us respect.
We grew up with no worries or cares.
You made our home safe with lovely memories to collect.
Our childhood I treasure. Trade it - I wouldn't dare!
Our house was the place for our friends to assemble,
To play, hang out, and learn.
And why did they choose our house? That's simple:
Because you made them feel welcome - for your loving guidance they yearned.
There was always a house full of rowdy teens,
But you never seemed to mind.
You mysteriously managed to not be seen,
Unless we needed you. Then you were easy to find.
You always knew just what to say
When things didn't go just right.
And now that I'm grown and have moved away
I think about you tonight.
I wish there was something that I could tell you
To make you feel safe and secure.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know what to do.
There is only one thing of which I am sure:
You raised two daughters who love and adore you,
And that is no easy task.
You gave up everything so that we would not have to,
For a better mother we could not have asked!
We love you, dear Mother, and no matter what
We'll always be here to help you.
We may not always know the right words, but
For you it's the least we can do!
Here is one I wrote for Charles 2 years after we were married (1996). No Doubt About It is also our song.
No Doubt About It
Is there doubt that we were meant to be?
To spend our lives together free?
Free of worry, pain, and doubt?
Free of suspicions and daily bouts?
Tell me, are we meant to love?
Meant to fit just like a glove?
Meant to laugh together, too?
Day after day, me and you?
And tell me are we meant to chat
So easily together that
We tell each other anything,
Not afraid to cry or sing?
And tell me, are we meant to be
The best of friends two people can be?
To walk along the road of life
Hand in hand, husband and wife?
Laughing and joking and having a blast,
No harsh words, no stones cast?
There is no doubt that we should be
Loving and laughing for eternity.
Not a single doubt comes my way
That years from now when we're old and gray
We'll still be happy, husband and wife,
In our rocking chairs, enjoying life!
And one I wrote for my best friend, Mona, when I moved to Germany (1995)
Mona is sporting the party hat
A Lifetime Investment
What do you say to your very best friend when you're about to leave for three years?
I love you? I'll miss you? Don't ever forget me? And then walk away full of tears?
More must be said. More must be done. For within us there is so much more.
Fifteen years! Wow! That's something. That makes fore memories galore.
Fifteen years of our lives have been invested in what we have here.
Our bond is truly a special one; read on, I'll make it clear.
When we were little we played together, crying when we'd have to part.
We'd color, ride bikes, talk, and laugh. Little did we know, this was only a start.
Still best friends, we turned eleven - going to Teen Town and playing ball.
Now we're thirteen, cool an din charge, spending hours and hours at the mall.
Where to next? Oh, sixteen years old. Remember breakfast at Shoney's and stalling the car?
Then, all of a sudden, we're seniors! How did we make it this far?
From church camps and ski trips and Neighborhood Bible Time,
To Six Flags in the middle of a storm jamming to Sweet Child of Mine.
Then to Hilton Head Island in the pouring rain with no top on your jeep.
Now here we are together and alone, we are both about to leap.
Me, I'm going to Germany; and you, you're becoming a bride.
And when I think about the bond we have, my heart overflows with pride.
But, now I'm leaving. I'm going away. And our friendship will be put to the test.
Let's prove that true fridns last forever! Because when it comes to friends, You are the best!
I wrote this one for my dad around 1997 or so...
You'll Always Be Daddy To Me
You’ve always been there by my side to help me however you could.
If I had a ball game, whatever the distance, if I wanted you to go you would.
You’ve always been able to make us laugh with that great
sense of humor you show.
Telling jokes or just your quick wit, through your words
humor usually does flow.
If I need to know something, you’re the first that I ask, for I trust
that you are wise.
You’re always able to answer my questions. I hope to that
level of wisdom I’ll rise.
You always show pride in me and my work, and for that I truly thank you.
I hope you realize that my accomplishments are not only my own,
but that you have contributed, too.
You raised me with love and an example of excellence that I
could not help but see.
Your years of hard work, your accomplishments, and guidance
all helped to make me me.
I’ve watched you and learned the indispensable value of
working for what you desire.
You’ve come so far from where you began; you’re surely one to admire.
Through all of the good and the bad times we’ve shared, the terms
Father or Dad just do not suffice.
You’ve been so much more with your help and support and the love
that you’ve me given all of my life.
Although these terms are useful, you’ve gone above and beyond what
their definitions call them to be.
You’ve been an advisor, a supporter, a nurturer, a friend!
You’ll always be Daddy to me!!
So there is a small sampling of my work. I thought for sure I had written one for Angel a while back, but I can't find it. Angel...let me know about that. I've only written 1 or 2 in the last 5-10 years. Maybe I should start up again now that I can force people to read them. LOL It's 1:00 AM. GOOD NIGHT!!
My first poem...August 31, 1986 (12 years old)
HOUSES
Some are big.
Some are small.
Some are short.
Some are tall.
But the ones that I like the best
Are the ones that are not like the rest.
The ones that are haunted, spooky, and scary.
The ones that have ghosts, goblins, and fairies.
Nice ghosts of course, that do not hurt you,
And every once in a while jump out and say BOO!
And here is one I wrote for my mom in 1997...
Thank You, Mama
You were there with cookies when we came home from school;
You entertained us with your tales.
All of our friends labeled you "cool",
To me you were Mom - one who couldn't fail.
You loved us, you nurtured us, you taught us respect.
We grew up with no worries or cares.
You made our home safe with lovely memories to collect.
Our childhood I treasure. Trade it - I wouldn't dare!
Our house was the place for our friends to assemble,
To play, hang out, and learn.
And why did they choose our house? That's simple:
Because you made them feel welcome - for your loving guidance they yearned.
There was always a house full of rowdy teens,
But you never seemed to mind.
You mysteriously managed to not be seen,
Unless we needed you. Then you were easy to find.
You always knew just what to say
When things didn't go just right.
And now that I'm grown and have moved away
I think about you tonight.
I wish there was something that I could tell you
To make you feel safe and secure.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know what to do.
There is only one thing of which I am sure:
You raised two daughters who love and adore you,
And that is no easy task.
You gave up everything so that we would not have to,
For a better mother we could not have asked!
We love you, dear Mother, and no matter what
We'll always be here to help you.
We may not always know the right words, but
For you it's the least we can do!
Here is one I wrote for Charles 2 years after we were married (1996). No Doubt About It is also our song.
No Doubt About It
Is there doubt that we were meant to be?
To spend our lives together free?
Free of worry, pain, and doubt?
Free of suspicions and daily bouts?
Tell me, are we meant to love?
Meant to fit just like a glove?
Meant to laugh together, too?
Day after day, me and you?
And tell me are we meant to chat
So easily together that
We tell each other anything,
Not afraid to cry or sing?
And tell me, are we meant to be
The best of friends two people can be?
To walk along the road of life
Hand in hand, husband and wife?
Laughing and joking and having a blast,
No harsh words, no stones cast?
There is no doubt that we should be
Loving and laughing for eternity.
Not a single doubt comes my way
That years from now when we're old and gray
We'll still be happy, husband and wife,
In our rocking chairs, enjoying life!
And one I wrote for my best friend, Mona, when I moved to Germany (1995)
Mona is sporting the party hat
A Lifetime Investment
What do you say to your very best friend when you're about to leave for three years?
I love you? I'll miss you? Don't ever forget me? And then walk away full of tears?
More must be said. More must be done. For within us there is so much more.
Fifteen years! Wow! That's something. That makes fore memories galore.
Fifteen years of our lives have been invested in what we have here.
Our bond is truly a special one; read on, I'll make it clear.
When we were little we played together, crying when we'd have to part.
We'd color, ride bikes, talk, and laugh. Little did we know, this was only a start.
Still best friends, we turned eleven - going to Teen Town and playing ball.
Now we're thirteen, cool an din charge, spending hours and hours at the mall.
Where to next? Oh, sixteen years old. Remember breakfast at Shoney's and stalling the car?
Then, all of a sudden, we're seniors! How did we make it this far?
From church camps and ski trips and Neighborhood Bible Time,
To Six Flags in the middle of a storm jamming to Sweet Child of Mine.
Then to Hilton Head Island in the pouring rain with no top on your jeep.
Now here we are together and alone, we are both about to leap.
Me, I'm going to Germany; and you, you're becoming a bride.
And when I think about the bond we have, my heart overflows with pride.
But, now I'm leaving. I'm going away. And our friendship will be put to the test.
Let's prove that true fridns last forever! Because when it comes to friends, You are the best!
I wrote this one for my dad around 1997 or so...
You'll Always Be Daddy To Me
You’ve always been there by my side to help me however you could.
If I had a ball game, whatever the distance, if I wanted you to go you would.
You’ve always been able to make us laugh with that great
sense of humor you show.
Telling jokes or just your quick wit, through your words
humor usually does flow.
If I need to know something, you’re the first that I ask, for I trust
that you are wise.
You’re always able to answer my questions. I hope to that
level of wisdom I’ll rise.
You always show pride in me and my work, and for that I truly thank you.
I hope you realize that my accomplishments are not only my own,
but that you have contributed, too.
You raised me with love and an example of excellence that I
could not help but see.
Your years of hard work, your accomplishments, and guidance
all helped to make me me.
I’ve watched you and learned the indispensable value of
working for what you desire.
You’ve come so far from where you began; you’re surely one to admire.
Through all of the good and the bad times we’ve shared, the terms
Father or Dad just do not suffice.
You’ve been so much more with your help and support and the love
that you’ve me given all of my life.
Although these terms are useful, you’ve gone above and beyond what
their definitions call them to be.
You’ve been an advisor, a supporter, a nurturer, a friend!
You’ll always be Daddy to me!!
So there is a small sampling of my work. I thought for sure I had written one for Angel a while back, but I can't find it. Angel...let me know about that. I've only written 1 or 2 in the last 5-10 years. Maybe I should start up again now that I can force people to read them. LOL It's 1:00 AM. GOOD NIGHT!!
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