Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Undeniably

Is it possible to miss someone who never really existed? Someone you never really new. Someone who was and is only a part of your dreams.

Afraid so...

Lord you play cruel jokes sometimes...
And yet how often do my own think of me and my ways as cruel
when I have nothing but their best interest at heart?
It was nothing more then a few hours ago...

Almost forgotten but yet lingering
Too precious to let go,
Too painful to hang on to.
How is it that I weep for you?
For YOU?! You never were!!
Nothing more then my dreams.
I feel foolish
Yet undeniably heart broken.

Lord you play cruel jokes sometimes...
Yet how often do my own think of me and my ways as cruel
when I have nothing but their best interest at heart?
It was nothing more then a few hours ago...
It was nothing
Yet I am
Undeniably heart broken.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

If you don't send this at least to 8 people... who cares?

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?


Written by George Carlin who's wife had recently died.




Hmmm... makes me look forward to tomorrow.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Of the little time that I had to blog I spent way too much of it watching OkGo on youtube... Just came across them randomly. Strangely they resemble much of what goes on in my very own living room with my pre-teen and teen daughter. I'm sure H will get a kick out of it.

So I have serious writters block every time I sit down to blog something. It's killing me.... I guess the only thing to do it just push through it.

Hey what do you know, it's 12:49 AM October 9th. Happy Anniversary to Conrad and me. Eight years. Friday we went to Ichiban... Totally loved it! Sitting right in front of the chef it's a wonder we didn't walk away with third degree burns.

Today we celebrated thanksgiving... I really looked forward to this time around. Sometimes I'm not all that huge on hanging with so many people but today we had a full house and I loved it.... So full I was actually a plate short. Should have done it on Sunday night though, everyone got to bed late and it will make for along day tomorrow.

But tomorrow is Wee Collage... a class for 4 and five year olds at our new church. So I get to chill with some of the mommies which is not always what I would describe us fun but never less necessary if I care to plug in.. which I do. I desperately need to know people.... I wither without them after only a short while... That and sunlight. Which we seem to be short of lately as well but I am still holding up alright.

Tomorrow I start my new job. Kinda excited not that it's anything to be braggin bout.. but hey, it's not like I see a future for me in serving coffee or anything. It simply allows me the opportunity to seriously put my plan of getting secondary education into action.

I have to go pee... badly... but when I leave this keyboard it is for good....

"Are you anyones favourite person?" asks mememolly. (Youtube again if your haven't guessed yet.) Totally adore the girl as seems to the rest of the world.

My hands are freezing.... there is nothing more then a few two by fours and some shingles separating me from the outside world. When it rains... which as I have said before it seems to do so a lot I hear it crystal clear....

Speaking of Crystal... mental note.

MARGARET, DON'T FORGET TO PICK UP CRYSTAL TOMORROW MORNING!!!!

Ok... gonna call it a night. Maybe this will be the end of my writers block although I can't see it being that easy. It being out anniversary and all it only seems right to put my head to rest beside and with my husband at the relative same time. Plus my hands are freezing... and did I mention I have to go pee?

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

This blogging thing... well remember way back when.. ok so it wasn't all THAT long ago but it was a little while back, almost a year ago just when I was getting started with this whole new venture, that I said I wasn't sure how I felt about it all? Well I'm still not sure. Honestly, who cares what "I" think? Well I do obviously... but I've already got my undivided attention so what's the use... but in the last couple of days I've had a real ichin to write again. All sorts of ideas flooded at me... ideas that seem to have dissipated just as quickly as soon as I made my way over to the keyboard. Pathetic...

One thing I do know is my need to vent...


Have you seen that add of a baby screaming it's face off ? It's intent, to challenge people and to have them stop and seriously ask themselves what it is they are getting into when they get into a sexual relationship. I can't quite remember how it all went but I do know this. Babies are babies... they cry, they eat, the poop, they sleep, then they cry some more and so on and so on.... Once you get used to it it's not actually all that bad. But now if they could just capture the teenage years in that same kind of fashion... man I tell yeah. Birth controll at it's best! Uhh!!! I love them don't get me wrong, I really really do love them but they drive me absolutely crazy! But I guess that's alright because according to some dude on the radio today, they do grow out of it so I need to just hang in there, hang tight because well... This child psychologists or what not says that right around the age of eighteen, nineteen, or twenty, they do grow out of it.

Wow! How encouraging! That just made my day so much better! Well let's see.. let's do the math. By the time the first one reaches nineteen and says goodbye to this rebellious stage, the second one will be seventeen with yet a few more years ahead of her.... And when she is nineteen my oldest son will be thirteen. When he reaches the ripe old age of nineteen my youngest girl will still have one more year to go, and after her, last but not least my baby boy following behind. So.. assuming I am adding the numbers right ... I only have....what? Thirteen more years to go. I feel so much better! Thankfully it's not insanity 24/7. There is those moments of pure gold that somehow make it all worth while. What were they calling that new Wallmart? 24/6?

Ok, moving along now.

Sometimes I think I am craving something and luckily it's in my fridge so I go to munch on it only to find out that it's not what I was craving after all. I'm not feelin this blogging thing at the moment. Could be that I am supper tired.. but what else is new... and that my back is killing me, either way. I'm outta here.