I don't give to a lot of charities, but there are a few that I do feel strongly about. One of those is March of Dimes. When my kids were small, we went door-to-door every year collecting for March of Dimes and when they changed to a "pass the envelope to your neighbor" strategy...I did that too.
On December 4th I will report to the All American Indian Center for an hour of "incarceration" as part of a fund raiser called Jail and Bail. Although this event will be done in a spirit of fun, the reality of the purpose for it is profoundly serious. Every year more than 460,000 babies are born prematurely, many with devastating birth defects and lifelong health problems.
The March of Dimes began in the 1920's in an effort to combat polio (which affected mostly children), and continues today in the fight against premature birth, birth defects, and low birth weight in infants. I believe in this cause and hope that you will join with me in supporting this effort. Contributions may be made via this link Jail and Bail. Thanks in advance for your help!
Be Well!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Hell in a handbasket...
Good morning world! It's been a while! Whether I blog or not, the world keeps turning (thank heavens) and there are a couple of things that caught my attention this morning!
1) We recently had a very tragic event in Wichita...a drunk driver slammed into a mother and daughter as they crossed the street on the way to a preschool, killing them both. This was the drunk drivers fifth offense...and it looks as though he may keep his license even after conviction due to a loophole in the law. This makes me sick. I strongly believe that drunk drivers should lose their licenses upon the second conviction, and if they are caught driving without a license after that...they should get life in prison where they won't hurt anyone else.
2) A high school coach seems to be getting a 'wink and a nod' instead of being fired, after he let lose with a tirade of language during which he used the "F" word at least 17 times. One of the comments sited was that his language was no different that what students hear and use in the halls on a regular basis. Does no one else see a problem here????? Since when did it become okay to allow teachers or students to use that type of language??
We wander why no one has any respect for themselves or anyone around them anymore...there really isn't a mystery here. There are no standards for behavior...and apparently no consequences. Wake up people.
Be Well.
1) We recently had a very tragic event in Wichita...a drunk driver slammed into a mother and daughter as they crossed the street on the way to a preschool, killing them both. This was the drunk drivers fifth offense...and it looks as though he may keep his license even after conviction due to a loophole in the law. This makes me sick. I strongly believe that drunk drivers should lose their licenses upon the second conviction, and if they are caught driving without a license after that...they should get life in prison where they won't hurt anyone else.
2) A high school coach seems to be getting a 'wink and a nod' instead of being fired, after he let lose with a tirade of language during which he used the "F" word at least 17 times. One of the comments sited was that his language was no different that what students hear and use in the halls on a regular basis. Does no one else see a problem here????? Since when did it become okay to allow teachers or students to use that type of language??
We wander why no one has any respect for themselves or anyone around them anymore...there really isn't a mystery here. There are no standards for behavior...and apparently no consequences. Wake up people.
Be Well.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A bedtime story for Charissa...
A Mouse In The House
There is a mouse in the house…
I said to my friend,
And here is a story…
Of making amends!
The saga began
On a mid-winter day,
I set out a trap…
In the usual way.
Now…I’m not a cranky,
Angry old hag…
But he gnawed a big hole
In my favorite bag!
Ate the middle right out
Of three loaves of bread…
Then munched a big hole
In Teddy Bear’s head!
He didn’t stop there,
If only he had…
I might not have gotten
So gosh darn mad!
The cheesecake for brunch,
He adorned with his feet…
Then he danced on the chair
Decorating the seat!
I nailed shut the door,
To his tiny abode,
Not knowing…of course,
That no one was home!
Far from discouraged,
As I hoped he would be…
He decided to sleep
In my bed…with me !
Deep in the midst
Of a wonderful dream
I sensed an intruder…
And started to scream.
My eyes opened wide
And what did I see?
Two tiny brown eyes
Staring at me!
He stood on the tip
Of my quivering nose...
In his white fluffy cap
And teensy bedclothes.
I lay there in fear
Awaiting his bite…
Instead he just ran,
With all of his might.
In a flash he was gone
I couldn’t find where…
But under the covers
He’d left a note there.
A truce he proposed…
With one small concession,
I must let him live…
Among my possessions.
I considered his offer,
I admit with disdain…
But then I conceded,
It was time for a change.
So I drug out my dollhouse
And dusted if off…
I cleaned all the floors
And made the bed’s soft.
I then put a sign
On the tiny front door…
"Come home Mr. Mouse",
This I implore!
Soon he moved in
And low and behold…
Best buddies we’ll be
Until we’re both old.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved
A Mouse In The House
There is a mouse in the house…
I said to my friend,
And here is a story…
Of making amends!
The saga began
On a mid-winter day,
I set out a trap…
In the usual way.
Now…I’m not a cranky,
Angry old hag…
But he gnawed a big hole
In my favorite bag!
Ate the middle right out
Of three loaves of bread…
Then munched a big hole
In Teddy Bear’s head!
He didn’t stop there,
If only he had…
I might not have gotten
So gosh darn mad!
The cheesecake for brunch,
He adorned with his feet…
Then he danced on the chair
Decorating the seat!
I nailed shut the door,
To his tiny abode,
Not knowing…of course,
That no one was home!
Far from discouraged,
As I hoped he would be…
He decided to sleep
In my bed…with me !
Deep in the midst
Of a wonderful dream
I sensed an intruder…
And started to scream.
My eyes opened wide
And what did I see?
Two tiny brown eyes
Staring at me!
He stood on the tip
Of my quivering nose...
In his white fluffy cap
And teensy bedclothes.
I lay there in fear
Awaiting his bite…
Instead he just ran,
With all of his might.
In a flash he was gone
I couldn’t find where…
But under the covers
He’d left a note there.
A truce he proposed…
With one small concession,
I must let him live…
Among my possessions.
I considered his offer,
I admit with disdain…
But then I conceded,
It was time for a change.
So I drug out my dollhouse
And dusted if off…
I cleaned all the floors
And made the bed’s soft.
I then put a sign
On the tiny front door…
"Come home Mr. Mouse",
This I implore!
Soon he moved in
And low and behold…
Best buddies we’ll be
Until we’re both old.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved
Friday, August 15, 2008
Gentle Dreams
There is a place
That’s so devine.
It’s warm and happy
All the time.
The grass is soft
And green and lush,
A gentle breeze
Moves through the brush.
The sun shines bright
Every day…
When last it stormed
Who can say.
Ocean waves
Roll slowly in
Revealing now…
A dolphin fin.
Children dance
And sing and play,
And laugh that
Special childlike way.
When nighttime comes
The stars appear,
Though darkness reigns
There is no fear.
Few find this place
And so it seems…
Perhaps it’s only
In our dreams.
So close those eyes
And let it come…
Your passport to…
The land of sun.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Ode to Summer...
I know it's 100 degrees outside...but I have begun to notice the signs lately...of impending seasonal change. In the air...just a hint of fall. The trees beginning to droop, preparing for that annual surrender, children getting ready for school...so many things. I so love summer...and I so hate to see it go... so...
Goodbye My Friend
Days still long and gentle,
In the offing…signs from afar.
Summer sun is fading…
Autumn door…now stands ajar.
In the goodbye month of August
Come the warnings all too clear.
The air so subtly changing…
From the time I hold so dear.
Hint of fall now on the breeze…
I treasure every day.
Winds of change blow through the trees
Moving silently this way.
Soon…and very soon…
A chill will find my soul.
And settling there
To my despair…
Will leave its winter cold.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Goodbye My Friend
Days still long and gentle,
In the offing…signs from afar.
Summer sun is fading…
Autumn door…now stands ajar.
In the goodbye month of August
Come the warnings all too clear.
The air so subtly changing…
From the time I hold so dear.
Hint of fall now on the breeze…
I treasure every day.
Winds of change blow through the trees
Moving silently this way.
Soon…and very soon…
A chill will find my soul.
And settling there
To my despair…
Will leave its winter cold.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Change…
In the still, small hours of the morning
When the day is yet to be,
Life’s gently whispered omen
Comes silently to me.
The bud that opened up within
Has become a precious tree...
Don’t look back where life has been,
But toward what is yet to be.
In seasons all things come to pass
We cannot alter that...
But know that in the stormy blast
We should be…where we’re at!
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
In the still, small hours of the morning
When the day is yet to be,
Life’s gently whispered omen
Comes silently to me.
The bud that opened up within
Has become a precious tree...
Don’t look back where life has been,
But toward what is yet to be.
In seasons all things come to pass
We cannot alter that...
But know that in the stormy blast
We should be…where we’re at!
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Charissa
The little girl’s laughter
Echoed through the rooms
Of the old house…
…waking it from
A long slumber.
The patter of
Her tiny feet…
…brought a smile
To its soul.
For a time…once again...
Princesses, fairies and gnomes
Roamed freely, puppies could talk,
And Pirate ships…
Sailed through the living room
In search of buried treasure.
The sun shone brighter
As imagination and wonder
Filled the air with a charge…
Beyond electricity.
Then she was gone.
Quiet routine…
Claimed the house once again,
As it settled back
Into the tick-tock
Of Life.
The Blessings
Of her joy…
Stored safely deep inside.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
The little girl’s laughter
Echoed through the rooms
Of the old house…
…waking it from
A long slumber.
The patter of
Her tiny feet…
…brought a smile
To its soul.
For a time…once again...
Princesses, fairies and gnomes
Roamed freely, puppies could talk,
And Pirate ships…
Sailed through the living room
In search of buried treasure.
The sun shone brighter
As imagination and wonder
Filled the air with a charge…
Beyond electricity.
Then she was gone.
Quiet routine…
Claimed the house once again,
As it settled back
Into the tick-tock
Of Life.
The Blessings
Of her joy…
Stored safely deep inside.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Monday, June 16, 2008
And so it is...
...that I'm here again.With summer upon us, the days now fly by in a blur of sunrise...sunset....and not much in between but work. We cling to weekends like long lost lovers, hungry for just one more hour of bliss. The promise of sunshine in the air fills me with a longing for fun and frivolity, for late nights walking in the moonlight and long, slow days of soaking up the universe. Where does time go...
Be well!
Be well!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Just another Wednesday.
Like so many others before it, this Wednesday was just another blip on the radar of life. Nothing bad, nothing good, no remarkable happenings or unbelievable revelations. Just another day in the life. As I sit here looking out the window before me...watching the tree sway gently in the breeze as the golden sun sinks just beyond the horizon, into a lazy river of colors so beautiful...I forget...just for a moment...to even breath. I am afraid of disturbing this unforgettable moment of magic...with so much as even human frailty demands...inhaling. And then...in a moment so fleeting that I am amazed...it is gone...leaving behind only the memory of a thing created by a powerful God...who in his infinite wisdom knew...that one such as I...needed to witness poetic beauty with my eyes...that it might find it's way into my soul.
Be Well!
Be Well!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Another one bites the dust...
Another weekend comes to a close! I can't believe they speed by so quickly!!
We arose early on Saturday morning and drove over to Chas's, where we met her and Shane. We all loaded up in her car and headed for Derby to pick Candy up, then went to Oklahoma City for a day of shopping and fun! The day started out cloudy and cool, but by early afternoon the sun was out! The temperature stayed down around mid 60's, but we were indoors anyway...so it all worked out! We spent several hours shopping at a great mall, and on the way home, we stopped for dinner in Stillwater at Eskimo Joe's! We had been there several times, but Candy had not and at first she was less than impressed. Shortly after the waitress took our drink orders, several waiters began to move the fabric ceiling coverings back...and lo and behold...the glass ceiling itself slid open!! We had never witnessed that before and it was VERY COOL!! We arrived back in Wichita around 9:45 p.m. We drove on home in the rain and watched a movie until about 11:30 or so...then finally hit the sack.
Sunday found us all a bit tired...but everyone made it to church. After services, we headed over to McAlister's for lunch, then Marvin and I came home and painted the upstairs guest room! I was a bit skeptical about the color that we had selected, but it turned out very nice! The room is all put back together now except for hanging stuff on the walls (and cleaning out my desk)!
Tomorrow is Monday (again) and it is already shaping up to be a hectic week. Hurry Friday...hurry summer!
Be Well!
We arose early on Saturday morning and drove over to Chas's, where we met her and Shane. We all loaded up in her car and headed for Derby to pick Candy up, then went to Oklahoma City for a day of shopping and fun! The day started out cloudy and cool, but by early afternoon the sun was out! The temperature stayed down around mid 60's, but we were indoors anyway...so it all worked out! We spent several hours shopping at a great mall, and on the way home, we stopped for dinner in Stillwater at Eskimo Joe's! We had been there several times, but Candy had not and at first she was less than impressed. Shortly after the waitress took our drink orders, several waiters began to move the fabric ceiling coverings back...and lo and behold...the glass ceiling itself slid open!! We had never witnessed that before and it was VERY COOL!! We arrived back in Wichita around 9:45 p.m. We drove on home in the rain and watched a movie until about 11:30 or so...then finally hit the sack.
Sunday found us all a bit tired...but everyone made it to church. After services, we headed over to McAlister's for lunch, then Marvin and I came home and painted the upstairs guest room! I was a bit skeptical about the color that we had selected, but it turned out very nice! The room is all put back together now except for hanging stuff on the walls (and cleaning out my desk)!
Tomorrow is Monday (again) and it is already shaping up to be a hectic week. Hurry Friday...hurry summer!
Be Well!
Friday, April 25, 2008
End of the week...
It's been a long week. Work has been hectic and life in general has been a bit odd. We had dinner tonight with the kids, which is always fun! Tomorrow we head for Oklahoma City...just for a day trip! I'm so looking forward to it!
Chas and I attended a "Get Motivated" seminar on Wednesday! It was awesome! Every speaker was excellent! George Foreman was the "big draw"...and although he was not as eloquent as some of the others...he seemed like a very, very nice man! And he was very entertaining!
I haven't blogged for a while, and I have resolved to try to do better...but no promises. I am having serious trouble relaxing enough to...think and write...and just be. Hopefully, the warm spring breezes and sunshine will help! Shane told me the other day that he just doesn't understand us "seasonal" people. It made me really think about it...and my conclusion is that I don't understand either. I have no idea why sunshine and warm breezes, the early morning summertime smells and sounds, flowers and green grass and trees in full bloom...going outdoors barefoot...the sound of turtle doves and the crickets in the evening ...make me feel so much better. I just know that they do. We humans are indeed a fickle bunch.
Be Well!
Chas and I attended a "Get Motivated" seminar on Wednesday! It was awesome! Every speaker was excellent! George Foreman was the "big draw"...and although he was not as eloquent as some of the others...he seemed like a very, very nice man! And he was very entertaining!
I haven't blogged for a while, and I have resolved to try to do better...but no promises. I am having serious trouble relaxing enough to...think and write...and just be. Hopefully, the warm spring breezes and sunshine will help! Shane told me the other day that he just doesn't understand us "seasonal" people. It made me really think about it...and my conclusion is that I don't understand either. I have no idea why sunshine and warm breezes, the early morning summertime smells and sounds, flowers and green grass and trees in full bloom...going outdoors barefoot...the sound of turtle doves and the crickets in the evening ...make me feel so much better. I just know that they do. We humans are indeed a fickle bunch.
Be Well!
Monday, April 07, 2008
Writer's block...
Long time no blog. I seem to have writer's block. I normally have a head full of...stuff. All kinds of stuff, serious stuff, funny stuff, odd stuff, thoughtful stuff, weird stuff, stupid stuff. But every time I sit down to blog lately...or even to simply write...which I love to do...I seem to be empty. It occurred to me this afternoon that perhaps what I need to do is just...write.
These past few weeks have been nothing if not interesting. The week before Easter, all five of us came down with the flu. Some had the stomach variety, some had the upper respiratory kind, and all of us remained drained and exhausted for almost two weeks. It was terrible. As we were just beginning to see daylight from all that, my step dad took a turn for the worse. After about a week and a half of heart wrenching illness, he passed away on Thursday, March 27th, in the early hours of the morning. What followed was an unbelievable time of mourning, cleaning, kowtowing, frustration filled, stress packed, nerve wracking...stuff. And now it is finished.
I look back on his death, the aftermath, and the funeral...and I am reminded again...how precious my kids and husband are! No matter how rough the road gets, or how tired we are, or how filled with sorrow, or grief or uncertainty...we band together and hold each other up and cheer each other on! We become one unit of strength and love...together...and we face whatever rears its ugly head. I could not do...anything...without them! And I would never, ever want to! They are my rocks! And I love them without reservation, and with all of my soul! I am the most blessed mother and wife on the planet!
Be well.
These past few weeks have been nothing if not interesting. The week before Easter, all five of us came down with the flu. Some had the stomach variety, some had the upper respiratory kind, and all of us remained drained and exhausted for almost two weeks. It was terrible. As we were just beginning to see daylight from all that, my step dad took a turn for the worse. After about a week and a half of heart wrenching illness, he passed away on Thursday, March 27th, in the early hours of the morning. What followed was an unbelievable time of mourning, cleaning, kowtowing, frustration filled, stress packed, nerve wracking...stuff. And now it is finished.
I look back on his death, the aftermath, and the funeral...and I am reminded again...how precious my kids and husband are! No matter how rough the road gets, or how tired we are, or how filled with sorrow, or grief or uncertainty...we band together and hold each other up and cheer each other on! We become one unit of strength and love...together...and we face whatever rears its ugly head. I could not do...anything...without them! And I would never, ever want to! They are my rocks! And I love them without reservation, and with all of my soul! I am the most blessed mother and wife on the planet!
Be well.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Chas has been running an interesting post for several days, and although it took me a while...I came up with the following 'short list' of things that some people might not know about me:
In 1968, my 8th grade year in school, I wrote a research paper about the affects of Marijuana and Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) on the human brain and body. The paper was condensed, made into a pamphlet, and became a part of the library. Coincidentally, later that same year, I embarked on a six year journey through drug use, smoking marijuana regularly. However, the information that I had gleaned from research for the paper kept me from ever using LSD.
I have (at last count) ten brothers and sisters…but I remain an only child.
Not only am I ambidextrous, but I can perform a wide variety of ‘functions’ with my toes.
Many years ago, I was at a party which had been held in honor of David Carradine. He was in our little town for the purpose of filming an episode of Kung Fu, in which he played the character ‘Qui Chang Caine’. Unfortunately, the police raided the party and everyone spent the night at the police station. Though I did get to experience the ambience of a paddy wagon…I did not get to meet David Carradine.
I once accumulated several dozen parking tickets in the glove compartment of my dad’s car. The ‘day of reckoning’ was ugly.
I was driving a car one time…at a speed in excess of 98 mph…when a passenger put the car in reverse. Never try this at home.
During the early 70s I logged a lot of miles on my thumb…yes I was a hitchhiking fool. (Fool being the operative word).
During the same period when I was hitchhiking, I also learned the ‘art’ of ‘spare changing’.
I once spent the night in the lobby of a VERY Cowboy hotel…in a TOTALLY cowboy town…with a group of hitchhiking pals…all of us long haired, barefooted, bell-bottomed hippies. We didn’t have the money for a room, and it was pouring down rain. For some unknown reason…we were not ejected, jailed, or beaten to a pulp.
I once stood before a poster of a very powerful and influential law enforcement figure…drawing a mustache and horns on his picture with a marker…when I turned to find him standing behind me. I smiled and shook his hand.
In 1968, my 8th grade year in school, I wrote a research paper about the affects of Marijuana and Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) on the human brain and body. The paper was condensed, made into a pamphlet, and became a part of the library. Coincidentally, later that same year, I embarked on a six year journey through drug use, smoking marijuana regularly. However, the information that I had gleaned from research for the paper kept me from ever using LSD.
I have (at last count) ten brothers and sisters…but I remain an only child.
Not only am I ambidextrous, but I can perform a wide variety of ‘functions’ with my toes.
Many years ago, I was at a party which had been held in honor of David Carradine. He was in our little town for the purpose of filming an episode of Kung Fu, in which he played the character ‘Qui Chang Caine’. Unfortunately, the police raided the party and everyone spent the night at the police station. Though I did get to experience the ambience of a paddy wagon…I did not get to meet David Carradine.
I once accumulated several dozen parking tickets in the glove compartment of my dad’s car. The ‘day of reckoning’ was ugly.
I was driving a car one time…at a speed in excess of 98 mph…when a passenger put the car in reverse. Never try this at home.
During the early 70s I logged a lot of miles on my thumb…yes I was a hitchhiking fool. (Fool being the operative word).
During the same period when I was hitchhiking, I also learned the ‘art’ of ‘spare changing’.
I once spent the night in the lobby of a VERY Cowboy hotel…in a TOTALLY cowboy town…with a group of hitchhiking pals…all of us long haired, barefooted, bell-bottomed hippies. We didn’t have the money for a room, and it was pouring down rain. For some unknown reason…we were not ejected, jailed, or beaten to a pulp.
I once stood before a poster of a very powerful and influential law enforcement figure…drawing a mustache and horns on his picture with a marker…when I turned to find him standing behind me. I smiled and shook his hand.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Hey...
It’s been a while! Blogging has taken a backseat lately…to just about everything. I have to say that I miss it! I very much enjoy blogging…I have just had trouble fitting it into my day! Anyway…life is boring and slow right now…as winter tends to be. We’ve had the usual rounds of colds and viruses, work has been monotonous, and the days are short, cold and dreary. I make a point of reading my Writer’s Almanac every morning (sometimes on the fly, with my coat on and purse in hand), and lately there have been some real gems waiting for me! I love to read unknown or obscure writers…in fact…I usually delete stanzas from “famous” poets without reading a word. I can read those anytime…there are volumes and volumes of verses from the great minds of days gone by…but I most enjoy those “newbie” pieces! If you’ve never visited Writer’s Almanac.com…you should give it a try!
I know that I haven’t really said anything…the fact is…I really have nothing to say right now. I just wanted to say “hey”!
Be Well!
I know that I haven’t really said anything…the fact is…I really have nothing to say right now. I just wanted to say “hey”!
Be Well!
Monday, January 28, 2008
In remembrance...
It was on this day in 1986 that the space shuttle Challenger exploded 73 seconds after takeoff, killing all seven astronauts aboard. That evening, President Ronald Reagan eulogized the lost astronauts in one of the finest addresses of his presidency. He said,
"We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped 'the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God."
Be Well!
"We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped 'the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God."
Be Well!
Monday, January 21, 2008
I've had some internal struggle lately...mostly confusion. I've spent a lot of time staring into the night trying to reconcile things from the darkness of our childhood...to recent emotions. As things have unfolded with my step dad's illness, and a myriad of other problems that my mom and step dad have encountered, I have felt great sadness and have done (and will continue to do) everything that I can to help them. But, there are times when the irony of this situation is almost overwhelming. Part of me wonders why I feel so much heartache for her...when she contributed so much heartache to us. After much, much, much...thought, I know why I can love her, and disregard the past. It is because I have been so blessed with a husband and two children...who I love with all my heart...and who love me back...with all their hearts. It is their love that has taught my heart... to love her.
The Apple
Isn’t it ironic…
The things we see.
They say the apple
Falls close to the tree.
In the quiet moments…
I close my eyes and see
Three helpless children
Brother, sister…me.
Anger, pain, confusion,
Reflected in the mirror…
Constant close companions…
To the ever present fear.
A healing, soothing balm
…the passing of the years…
Closed the open wounds
And dried the flowing tears.
Now the one
Who let it be…
Cries for help
…from we three.
Responding not…
With sweet disdain...
…no retribution
For the pain.
Instead we wretch…
…from deep inside
We feel her pain…
Hearts open wide.
That thing about the apple…
Though sometimes it’s right on…
Love can forever alter…
And the hardest wars be won.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
The Apple
Isn’t it ironic…
The things we see.
They say the apple
Falls close to the tree.
In the quiet moments…
I close my eyes and see
Three helpless children
Brother, sister…me.
Anger, pain, confusion,
Reflected in the mirror…
Constant close companions…
To the ever present fear.
A healing, soothing balm
…the passing of the years…
Closed the open wounds
And dried the flowing tears.
Now the one
Who let it be…
Cries for help
…from we three.
Responding not…
With sweet disdain...
…no retribution
For the pain.
Instead we wretch…
…from deep inside
We feel her pain…
Hearts open wide.
That thing about the apple…
Though sometimes it’s right on…
Love can forever alter…
And the hardest wars be won.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Thanks Tammy!
You have to type the first thing that comes to mind whenever you hear these 31 things. You can’t think and go back and change your answers.
1. Beer: Belly
2. McDonald's: Fries
3. Relationships: Hard
4. Purple: Rain
5. Power Rangers: Soldiers
6. Steroids: Arnold
7. Cartoons: Mickey Mouse
8. The President: David Palmer
9. Tupperware: Lids everywhere.
10. Florida: Disney
11. Santa Claus: I know him!!
12. Halloween: Candy
13. Alice: Cooper
14. Grammar: Gramper
15: Myspace: Stingy gut.
16. Clowns: Chas (is afraid of them)
17. Marriage: Great
18. Paris: Hilton
19. Pat: Butter
20. Pass the: Salt
21. One night stand: 60’s
22. Donald Trump: Idiot with bad hair
23. Neverland: Michael Jackson
24. Pixie: Dust
25. Vanilla ice cream: Chocolate syrup
26. Hooters: Redneck morons
27. High school musical: Oklahoma
28. Pajamas: Comfy
29. Woody: Allen
30. Wet Socks: Cold feet.
31. Love: Family
Be Well!
1. Beer: Belly
2. McDonald's: Fries
3. Relationships: Hard
4. Purple: Rain
5. Power Rangers: Soldiers
6. Steroids: Arnold
7. Cartoons: Mickey Mouse
8. The President: David Palmer
9. Tupperware: Lids everywhere.
10. Florida: Disney
11. Santa Claus: I know him!!
12. Halloween: Candy
13. Alice: Cooper
14. Grammar: Gramper
15: Myspace: Stingy gut.
16. Clowns: Chas (is afraid of them)
17. Marriage: Great
18. Paris: Hilton
19. Pat: Butter
20. Pass the: Salt
21. One night stand: 60’s
22. Donald Trump: Idiot with bad hair
23. Neverland: Michael Jackson
24. Pixie: Dust
25. Vanilla ice cream: Chocolate syrup
26. Hooters: Redneck morons
27. High school musical: Oklahoma
28. Pajamas: Comfy
29. Woody: Allen
30. Wet Socks: Cold feet.
31. Love: Family
Be Well!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Just another Monday...
Today was horrific...as every day has been since January 2, and as I'm sure they will all be until the citizens of Smallville decide to accept the fact that for the next three years, they will pay for a recycling service, whether they use it or not! The calls are many and the attitudes of the callers are worse than bad. It has been eye opening and interesting to say the least.
I was supposed to be at a Park and Tree Board meeting tonight, but due to the lack of a quorum...it was cancelled. It did not break my heart. I am tired to the bone this evening! My first thought was that I would rest...but then I realized that I needed to vacuum, change out the laundry, run the dishwasher, change the sheets and vacuum the couch and love seat. I have accomplished those things now...and that freshly vacuumed sofa is calling my name!
Be Well!
I was supposed to be at a Park and Tree Board meeting tonight, but due to the lack of a quorum...it was cancelled. It did not break my heart. I am tired to the bone this evening! My first thought was that I would rest...but then I realized that I needed to vacuum, change out the laundry, run the dishwasher, change the sheets and vacuum the couch and love seat. I have accomplished those things now...and that freshly vacuumed sofa is calling my name!
Be Well!
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