Sarah made stuffing.
I made pies.
I made Christmas decorations.
Sarah made pancakes.
What a holiday!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bologna
Bolog-na is a sandwich meat.
It's made of beef, veal, and pork.
And you're full of it!
Plus, hearing the word makes me want to sing the Oscar-Meyer song.
Also, Bologna is the capital of Emilia-Romagna.
It's made of beef, veal, and pork.
And you're full of it!
Plus, hearing the word makes me want to sing the Oscar-Meyer song.
Also, Bologna is the capital of Emilia-Romagna.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Fellow Citizens of the World
We, as people have a responsibility, not to ourselves but to each other. Let us think not of what will benefit us, but what will benefit our neighbor. Of course in that is a need to take care of our own needs so that others are not burdened with the necessity of carrying our dead weight as well. But first and foremost we need to strive to bring others happiness. In so doing, let us not complain about our less than fortunate circumstances, or spill the gossip that so easily flows off the tongue. Let us learn to keep our lips shut even when we are tempted to share the gory details of our latest misfortune. And let us not prejudge others, making them in our minds to be evil creatures, when in fact, if seen from some higher perspective, we may find that we are the ones who deserve judgment. Realizing it was our presumptions which brought upon our current misery.
To sum up: SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS, WE DON'T CARE!
To sum up: SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS, WE DON'T CARE!
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Wondering
If I were one to wonder, I wonder what I'd want
I think I'd want something, but I don't know what I'd want
What would I want I wonder, I don't know what it'd be
I don't know the answer, maybe it's up the tree.
I think I'd want something, but I don't know what I'd want
What would I want I wonder, I don't know what it'd be
I don't know the answer, maybe it's up the tree.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Blind me
Blue birds outside my window, whistle a lovely tune,
I can't know all its meaning, but I know it beats my 'loon.'
When I can't stand to study, I need a fun release
I can count on all life's treasures, to give my mind some peace.
Life is unjustly cruel, if you look at its daily toils
But consider the rays of sunshine and you'll forget all that spoils.
Each day has its beauty, if one will calm the mind,
clear the recess of the brain and close one's eyes, so blind,
slow the onward marching beat of footsteps on the snow,
and make the knowledge of the heart, the seeds that you will sow.
I can't know all its meaning, but I know it beats my 'loon.'
When I can't stand to study, I need a fun release
I can count on all life's treasures, to give my mind some peace.
Life is unjustly cruel, if you look at its daily toils
But consider the rays of sunshine and you'll forget all that spoils.
Each day has its beauty, if one will calm the mind,
clear the recess of the brain and close one's eyes, so blind,
slow the onward marching beat of footsteps on the snow,
and make the knowledge of the heart, the seeds that you will sow.
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