Good Intentions

A while ago I said I was going to blog everyday. It lasted a while. I had good intentions...but the busyness of the holiday's sucked me right in.

So, maybe I'll write great blogs everyday someday. For now...I'm going to have to be the inconsistent blogger...

I think I can live with that.

Yesterday

Yesterday…
Yesterday I tried not to complain…
Yesterday I got upset…
Yesterday I felt tired and weary…
Yesterday I wrote a new song…
Yesterday I chatted with friends…from Texas.

Yesterday I went to bed and thought too much…

The Closet

There once was a woman who complained all the time.
She was not that much fun to be around.

She would complain about this, or complain about that,
and her eyes would roll, roll, roll around.

She complained so much one day her head turned quite blue,
the people listening were afraid and didn't know what to do.

So they pushed her into a closet and shut the door hard,
and the woman complained that they pushed her to far.

She fell, fell, fell through the floor of the closet,
and landed on what she thought was grass.

But she opened her eyes and began to panic,
For she then realized where she was at.

She was surrouned by beady eyes and inquistive faces,
there was a dull melody that played all around.

Yes, this was the place she would dream about nightly,
it was the very place she feared the most of all.

"Oh, how I wish I was back with the others,
I do wish I hadn't complained."

And she chuckled out loud at her frantic statement,
for the place she once hated was never to blame.

The Large Man

There once was a large man, but he didn't know that he was large. Everyday he would stroll through the great forest whistling his favorite tune. It helped him to think, strolling through the forest and whistling. Today he was thinking about Molly and how pretty she was and how he wished she would smile at him and accompany him to the Fall Town Festival. As he strolled through the forest thinking on these things and whistling he noticed something was stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Why, it was the most peculiar thing he'd seen in a while...a mushroom with purple dots...and it smelled like scones.

The Tiny Man

Once upon a time, in a land far, far way there lived a tiny man. He didn't know he was tiny though. He lived in a mushroom house covered in purple dots. He drank tea at 3:00 p.m. in the afternoon everday and he always made fresh scones to go with his afternoon tea. One day this tiny man decided he was lonely and wished that he had a friend to drink his tea with. One day his wish came true...he received a visitor. But all the tiny man could say was, "Oh my", before he saw a giant foot coming through his tiny window.

Romeo and Juliet II

Grandma didn't want to watch Romeo and Juliet. She was afraid they would die while I was away and the responsiblity was too great. "It will be fine", I comforted Grandma and convinced her to take on the task. At first she loved it. Everyday Romeo would swim up to Grandma and smile at her. He was a very friendly fish. Grandma grew extremely fond of him and of Juliet. Although, Romeo did hog all the food and he ate like a pig. Grandma felt a little bad for Juliet who seemed so small compared to Romeo. But little did she know.

About a day before Wesley and I arrived home the thing Grandma feared the most happened. Romeo died...

It was a sad day...

But even this was not the end of the story...

Easy Peasy

I've eaten at Taco Bell two days in a row. I don't know if this was a good idea, but it sure did taste good and it was super convenient. That should count for something, right? One could say that eating fast food two days in a row is a sign that one's life is getting too busy. Why does junk food have to be so fast, cheap, and tempting? Grrr...