a poem
I found myself looking for poems on guardian angels last night. I wouldn't say I'm a highly religious individual in that I don't get the whole robes and fancy rituals, but I do understand ritual. I'm just not fancy and over the top. To me talking to God is how you live your life in the little things and how you treat others. I found this great poem that is prolly the closest thing on how I feel about God and religion in general. I sent it to someone who I thought might get a laugh out of it but right now I wish I could just drop him on his butt. He needs to stop being a snot.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord," What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat.
"But Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up.
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.
This weekend was pretty cool and the start of a nice weeklong vacation for Thanksgiving. My parents closing for their house got moved to wednesday so the girls and I are using this time to clean and straighten up our own home and possibly get out the christmas tree (it's been like 4 years since i put it up). Anyhoo I went to a local crafts fair with Alexi as she's been drafted to help find vendors for the jingle bell jubilee in downtown Bryan. I've been trying to find new ways to get involved with more civic things in hopes of finding new creative work. and then it all started with a schnauzer at the Bryan Birthday party in Haswell park Saturday afternoon. A lady was walking a gorgeous schnauzer and of course I had to pet him. it turns out this lady is on the hospitality committee for the new annual festival of wine and steak for texas where the 10 wineries of texas come together and basically show off their wine. As I spoke with her about she asked if I was interested in designing the award which is pretty cool. Hopefully being on this committee will help me get to know more people and forget about some other ones. 
Yes...it's that time of year again. My own personal New Year. I'm trying for the moment to think up some resolutions and see how far I've come from last year. this blog by the way is somewhat helpful in reviewing some of it as I don't delve too personally on here obviously. I also got to 
With my luck, this is probably a mistaken planet and weird little aliens are on it with poor self-esteem.
I loved this cartoon as a kid. I can resonate. I'm very nostalgic around my birthday. I know a certain someone won't be remembering it again this year, but I'm sort of becoming coming to terms about it. I can't keep having one sided conversations and being the only interested party or so it seems. He's a very difficult person to read and I have an overactive imagination. Hence venting to this blog instead of making things worse. And if you're reading this...please remember these are just ramblings of a lunatic mind and never directed at you. You came here on your own choice and this is technically a place for me to brain dump and nothing more.
I must confess, I watch it every morning. I have this ritual in the mornings...always starts off with taking the dogs out side...They ALWAYS come first. They are after all my responsibility and I really love them too. But when they're business is taken care of and it's time for me to begin the daily routine of "work" I find it to be of a huge amount of comfort to watch spongebob squarepants in the morning. This comfort kind of continues when I finally do get to work and spend 3 minutes to read the comics online. 
you got a problem wit me? *sigh* This is me --> 
ok i couldn't wait any longer...i drank the reallllllly goood port. and then i drank some more. and now drank is turning into drunk. i haven't drank in a very long time but today actually seemed like a good day. I hurt my back putting together the bookcase and I'm already wound up as it is from the past week of being rejected...or at least feeling that way. because i have no clue what's going on as usual, however, I've been informed by others that the outlook is not good, but even if it's not by some miracle, the best thing for me to do is stay put, be quiet because, lord. I've talked enough. so anyhoo, i felt I deserved a drink...so thank you, k.
maisy will pee on you if you ignore me much longer though.