remember those four letter words we weren't allowed to say or think about?
I've thought of a few more.
some of them feel like curse words
others are just amusing.
all of them make us uncomfortable at one time or another.
so here they are:
the four letter words:
work
hate
love
cash
time
boys (but interestingly enough...not men)
fake
news
race
poor
rich
fame
dirt
late
last
lost
give
take
cake
food
free
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
nonviolent action communicated in a rediculous way
When little Carl came home from church,
two weeks ago Sunday
he asked his mom "Hey what's for lunch?"
(He was hungry on such a long day)
"You mean who are we having for lunch today,"
Carl's mother corrected her son,
"We're having the Burton's for lunch today,
-isn't that going to be fun?"
Little Carl was quiet and he went to his room,
too surprised to speak
Why, him and little Greg Burton were friends,
they traded cards in church each week!
"How can I eat the Burtons!" Carl thought,
"What is my mother thinking?!"
Carl's eyes were growing with fear and surprise,
while his appetite kept shrinking.
"Will we eat every part: Shoes and shirts?
and even clip-on ties?
Will we start at the fingers and end at the toes?
I'm NOT going to eat the eyes!"
Little Carl felt scared, and a little sick
and he knew this just wasn't right.
He WOULDN"T eat Gregg Burton today,
he'd put up quite a fight!
He grabbed his baseball bat in his fist,
and gave it a hardy swing
But he couldn't imagine frighting his mom,
he loved her...despite everything!
"I'll fight," said Carl "to save my friends,
but I will not use my bat-
I'll fight with my words and I'll fight with my tears.
Yes...instead, I'll do that!"
"And I won't eat my friend, no...I'll refuse,
by keeping my mouth shut tight.
I will not eat any friends today,
and that is how I'll fight."
Just then the doorbell rang in the hall
and the Burton's stepped inside.
Carl jumped to his feet and rushed to their side
where he stood by little Gregg and cried:
"We cannot eat these friends of ours!
We'll miss them far too much!
If you want me to join at the table today,
serve something else for lunch!"
...
The Burtons were there for lunch that day,
but they were not served on a plate.
Instead lasagna was put into their bowls
and everyone was happy and ate!
two weeks ago Sunday
he asked his mom "Hey what's for lunch?"
(He was hungry on such a long day)
"You mean who are we having for lunch today,"
Carl's mother corrected her son,
"We're having the Burton's for lunch today,
-isn't that going to be fun?"
Little Carl was quiet and he went to his room,
too surprised to speak
Why, him and little Greg Burton were friends,
they traded cards in church each week!
"How can I eat the Burtons!" Carl thought,
"What is my mother thinking?!"
Carl's eyes were growing with fear and surprise,
while his appetite kept shrinking.
"Will we eat every part: Shoes and shirts?
and even clip-on ties?
Will we start at the fingers and end at the toes?
I'm NOT going to eat the eyes!"
Little Carl felt scared, and a little sick
and he knew this just wasn't right.
He WOULDN"T eat Gregg Burton today,
he'd put up quite a fight!
He grabbed his baseball bat in his fist,
and gave it a hardy swing
But he couldn't imagine frighting his mom,
he loved her...despite everything!
"I'll fight," said Carl "to save my friends,
but I will not use my bat-
I'll fight with my words and I'll fight with my tears.
Yes...instead, I'll do that!"
"And I won't eat my friend, no...I'll refuse,
by keeping my mouth shut tight.
I will not eat any friends today,
and that is how I'll fight."
Just then the doorbell rang in the hall
and the Burton's stepped inside.
Carl jumped to his feet and rushed to their side
where he stood by little Gregg and cried:
"We cannot eat these friends of ours!
We'll miss them far too much!
If you want me to join at the table today,
serve something else for lunch!"
...
The Burtons were there for lunch that day,
but they were not served on a plate.
Instead lasagna was put into their bowls
and everyone was happy and ate!
Friday, February 20, 2009
20 minutes on mascara
Let me paint a picture of the atmosphere here in the C'ville "Happy Belly House" right now.
The lights are dim and I can only just barely see the stacks of dishes hiding in the shadows of the kitchen: the aftermath of my initiation to cooking tofu/brown-rice salad.
Annie has crashed on the sofa, (a well deserved status considering the show she put on for us all at the 'church coffee shop' performance tonight), and Megan is pacing about with her new phone, talking to herself in whispered spurts about the various discoveries she's making about the cell phone she worked so hard to pick out and purchase.
And I am blogging once again: blogging and sipping the second to last cup of candy cane tea, a house favorite that I feel a little guilty about depleting.
It's been a good day. I woke up around 11 thinking that I had the whole day off, and by noon I had mustered up enough energy to agree to go in to work to help the students with their craft hour. I even had enough spunk to put a little mascara on for once...which confused the kids. I really didn't think kids noticed a thing like make up, but little 6 year old Ayana took one look at me and told me I 'looked weird.' It wasn't exactly the reaction I was looking for. I didn't spend 4 dollars on new mascara so that children could tell me I looked funny, but I suppose you get what you pay for and I'm just too cheap to see what reaction the 8$ mascara elicits. Perhaps Ayana would find that version of mascara less strikingly "weird."
But I'm a big girl. I've developed a tough enough skin to be able to let the accidental insults of a 6 year-old go ignored. Despite the unplanned work hours and the less than successful attempt at glamor, it was a good day. After all, who can have a bad day during President's Day week when there are kids running around wearing homemade Abe Lincoln hats. If little MacArthur can voluntarily spend the evening with a cylinder of construction paper propped on top of his head with absolute, unashamed confidence...then i suppose I can confidently spend the evening sporting the results of a bad mascara job.
so...there you have it. I just spent 20 minutes writing about mascara.
The lights are dim and I can only just barely see the stacks of dishes hiding in the shadows of the kitchen: the aftermath of my initiation to cooking tofu/brown-rice salad.
Annie has crashed on the sofa, (a well deserved status considering the show she put on for us all at the 'church coffee shop' performance tonight), and Megan is pacing about with her new phone, talking to herself in whispered spurts about the various discoveries she's making about the cell phone she worked so hard to pick out and purchase.
And I am blogging once again: blogging and sipping the second to last cup of candy cane tea, a house favorite that I feel a little guilty about depleting.
It's been a good day. I woke up around 11 thinking that I had the whole day off, and by noon I had mustered up enough energy to agree to go in to work to help the students with their craft hour. I even had enough spunk to put a little mascara on for once...which confused the kids. I really didn't think kids noticed a thing like make up, but little 6 year old Ayana took one look at me and told me I 'looked weird.' It wasn't exactly the reaction I was looking for. I didn't spend 4 dollars on new mascara so that children could tell me I looked funny, but I suppose you get what you pay for and I'm just too cheap to see what reaction the 8$ mascara elicits. Perhaps Ayana would find that version of mascara less strikingly "weird."
But I'm a big girl. I've developed a tough enough skin to be able to let the accidental insults of a 6 year-old go ignored. Despite the unplanned work hours and the less than successful attempt at glamor, it was a good day. After all, who can have a bad day during President's Day week when there are kids running around wearing homemade Abe Lincoln hats. If little MacArthur can voluntarily spend the evening with a cylinder of construction paper propped on top of his head with absolute, unashamed confidence...then i suppose I can confidently spend the evening sporting the results of a bad mascara job.
so...there you have it. I just spent 20 minutes writing about mascara.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
insatiable
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever grow out of the "summer-break" kind of mindset. I feel like everything I've committed any significant time to has had some sort of summer break attached to it...relationships included i suppose. Even the new job I have will come with a handy little summer hiatus, which I love.
Perhaps this is the real reason i'm interested in teaching.
am i a commit-a-phobe?
Perhaps this is the real reason i'm interested in teaching.
am i a commit-a-phobe?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
loud music
So, my friend David uses this blog site, and this happens to be the same blog site i used when I was blogging about Ireland, so I figured I'd try using it for a more "daily life" blog.
we'll see how it goes.
attempt 1: Loud music
I am generally an 'acoustic' type person. I tend to prefer soft, contemplative music.
However...right now I am feeling slightly hyper...it might be the chocolate I had an hour ago at a benefit dinner or it might be the fact that I felt kind of attractive in my high heels.
For whatever reason, I have enough energy to feel wonderful abut Megan blasting Jimmy Eat World so loudly that she can hear it over her vacuum cleaning. It has energized me!
and....it's also pretty cool that Megan just swept the rug.
that's nice.
doesn't exactly make me any more or less hyper...but it's nice. :)
we'll see how it goes.
attempt 1: Loud music
I am generally an 'acoustic' type person. I tend to prefer soft, contemplative music.
However...right now I am feeling slightly hyper...it might be the chocolate I had an hour ago at a benefit dinner or it might be the fact that I felt kind of attractive in my high heels.
For whatever reason, I have enough energy to feel wonderful abut Megan blasting Jimmy Eat World so loudly that she can hear it over her vacuum cleaning. It has energized me!
and....it's also pretty cool that Megan just swept the rug.
that's nice.
doesn't exactly make me any more or less hyper...but it's nice. :)
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