So I was reminiscing about my childhood today. Some kids were writing sentences in lunch detention and I thought back when I was in about 1st grade. My mother, sister and I lived in the apartments on Edmond near where Clicks is now. My mom would walk with us to Woolco(like Walmart) to go shopping. One day, Dana and I walked over there by ourselves. I was probably about 7 and Dana was about 5. We got in so much trouble. My mom made us write sentences forever. Dana was barely able to even write then, but she had to do it!
Then there was the time at same said apartments that we were supposed to go to our grandma's house(which we loved). But we got caught up playing in the back parking lot on a giant pile of asphalt freshly mixed with tar! My mother was furious, at least we thought so. She was probably laughing her head off in the next room. She told us we wouldn't go to grandma's until we got our feet clean. We were in the tub for two hours! Our feet probably shrunk two sizes before we were through!
Lastly, we were living in some different apartments this time, Dana and I got up VERY early one Sunday morning and decided to go play. Our station wagon was unlocked so we climbed in and proceded to pretend to drive. Remember this is an apartment parking lot. We layed on the horn several times, having the time of our lives. An angry neighbor came out yelling and knocking on our windows. We had the doors locked, but we were scared to death! He told us to stop or he was going to call the police. When we were sure he was gone we sneaked back up to our apartment and told our mom about this rude stranger. Needless to say, we regretted confessing that crime. Why did we always get in trouble, we were just playing? Oh, the good old days.
Love, Me
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
The Walrus and the Carpenter
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--"It's very rude of him," she said,"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead--There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:"If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year.Do you suppose," the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech." A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,Along the briny beach:We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye,And shook his heavy head--Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat--And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more--All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--And why the sea is boiling hot--And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,"Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,"Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed--Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice! "The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf--I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize. "With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,"You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again? 'But answer came there none--And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
By Lewis Carroll
I wanted to share this as it is one of my favorites. My great-grandfather wrote under the nom de plume "The Walrus" so I thought I would too.
Love D
The billows smooth and bright--And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--"It's very rude of him," she said,"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead--There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:"If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year.Do you suppose," the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech." A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,Along the briny beach:We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye,And shook his heavy head--Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat--And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more--All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--And why the sea is boiling hot--And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,"Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,"Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed--Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice! "The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf--I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize. "With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,"You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again? 'But answer came there none--And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
By Lewis Carroll
I wanted to share this as it is one of my favorites. My great-grandfather wrote under the nom de plume "The Walrus" so I thought I would too.
Love D
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
This is the start of something better.
I really like my new job, despite the kinks that need to be worked out. I am told by different people what a good job I am doing, and that means the world to me. Every time I start to get discouraged, God sends someone to brighten my day. Thank you.
On a different note:
I was at my parent's the other day and I was looking at their wedding album. This brought back so many memories. I was 12 when my mom married my step-dad. Being a a hormonal pre-teen at the time, I thought my world was crashing down around me. I not only did NOT want my mom to remarry, but In some twisted universe I wanted her to reconcile with my natural father. I also did NOT want to share my mom! Looking back now, that was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. We put my step-father through the wringer. But he made & makes my mother happy and still to this day he upholds his vow "for better or for worse." We put him through the worse part right away. After 2 girls going through their teenage years, he finally gets to enjoy the better part of that vow! We love you! ~D & D
On a different note:
I was at my parent's the other day and I was looking at their wedding album. This brought back so many memories. I was 12 when my mom married my step-dad. Being a a hormonal pre-teen at the time, I thought my world was crashing down around me. I not only did NOT want my mom to remarry, but In some twisted universe I wanted her to reconcile with my natural father. I also did NOT want to share my mom! Looking back now, that was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. We put my step-father through the wringer. But he made & makes my mother happy and still to this day he upholds his vow "for better or for worse." We put him through the worse part right away. After 2 girls going through their teenage years, he finally gets to enjoy the better part of that vow! We love you! ~D & D
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