This Didn't Work As Well As I Had Hoped
Well. That was short-lived. But not for lack of interest, just a newfound interest in Twitter. I just have to figure out how to balance both blogging and tweeting. I also have to decide which venue is better, depending on the content.
More to come....
Under Pressure
Oh, I told someone. Told LG at lunch that I had blogged again. Now I actually have to come up with a second entry and I've got nothing. Bloggerblock. However, it is Friday, so I shouldn't be expected to try too hard.
A commercial for Bridezillas was just on television. Will we ever see the end of reality tv and these celebri-temps? They don't DO anything. They contribute nothing. I already hear the collective chorus of backlash that, yes, they are contributing entertainment to the world. What a sad society we've become.
I also read today about the hatred that the rest of the world has for us....and it has nothing to do with being envious of us. They really don't like us anymore. That should mean something.
We need more superheroes.
“In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil’s might, Beware my power… Green Lantern’s light!“
Good thing he's coming to theatres soon.
I'm going to eat some pizza. It's Friday, that calls for pizza. I apologize if this is dissapointing, LG. I'll try harder over the weekend.
Oh, I also decided to stop being so judgemental and be more forgiving. Startiiinnnngggg........now.
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The Good Things
I’m tired. I’m tired of all the negative, awful, disheartening things in this world. I’ve had it with violence and corruptness and incompetence. I’ve lost patience with people’s selfishness, with our intolerance of anything different then ourselves. Just. Tired.
I hate watching the news. That’s naïve and irresponsible, I know. I’m an adult. I live in this society and have an obligation to know what is happening. Honestly, I feel like I was so much happier when I didn’t watch the news…when I focused on the good in life that is also happening, that gets overshadowed by all the bad.
I feel the need to be reminded of the things that bring joy. Little things, big things. Stupid things, important things. Special to you…and maybe only to you. Special to me…and maybe only to me.
When the last child cries for a crust of bread
When the last man dies for just words that he said
When there's shelter over the poorest head
We shall be free
The best new song that has all the right words and touches you right there. Knowing that someone left you the last brownie, even when that person wanted it. When that special person sleeps against you in that way fitting only the two of you…and fitting so perfectly.
When the last thing we notice is the color of skin
And the first thing we look for is the beauty within
When the skies and the oceans are clean again
Then we shall be free
A re-run of a show you’ve seen a hundred times that still makes you laugh like the first time you saw it….maybe more. The first time you cry because you’re happy. When the middle seat is empty on the last leg of a long trip home. Driving by a little league game and stopping to watch the kids play for the sheer joy of playing.
When we're free to love anyone we choose
When this world's big enough for all different views
When we all can worship from our own kind of pew
Then we shall be free We shall be free
Someone taking your hand and kissing your cheek. Finally having a clue of what your parents went through raising you and hugging them a little tighter when you next see them. A really productive day at work, followed by a vacation day.
And when money talks for the very last time
And nobody walks a step behind
When there's only one race and that's mankind
Then we shall be free
Flowers. Hot chocolate. Crayons. Sledding. Sunshine. Puppies. Greeting cards. Hats. Weddings. Dancing. Babies. Toys. Books. Pictures. Flip flops. Laughing SO hard. Lucky Charms. Love.
Stand straight, walk proud, have a little faith, hold out
We shall be free
My Grown-Up Christmas List
Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee;
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies.
Dear Santa Clause,
I have been extra good this year.
Please bring me a new blue bike, a Frumpy teddy bear, Chutes and Ladders and a Fisher Price Baby Ann doll.
And please bring my sister the Baby Jenny doll and my brother Baby Joey.
Merry Christmas to Mrs. Clause and the reindeer.
(did the elves seem like evil clowns to anyone besides me?)
Well, I'm all grown-up now,
And still need help somehow.
(can you still help somehow?)
I'm not a child,
But my heart still can dream
The dream is simple. A farm for animal rescue. It doesn't really matter if they are ever placed in other homes, we'll keep them all and take care of them. With family and friends that visit all the time. A door that's always open.
So here's my lifelong wish,
My grown-up Christmas list.
Not for myself,
But for a world in need.
Understanding. Tolerance. Unity. Optimism. Honesty. Kindness and Forgiveness.
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts.
And everyone would have a friend,
And right would always win,
And love would never end.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
Friendships that really are lifelong.
Being true to yourself.
Counting your blessings.
Recognizing all the free gifts with which you were born.
Making time. Making up. Making your way.
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree.
Well heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul.
Helping a stranger.
Pursuing happiness.
Teaching a child something...anything.
Learning something new...anything.
Knowing who you are and being proud of who that is.
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.
Faith.
Love.
Peace.
Happiness.
“And I'll tell you from my heart
I wish you Merry Christmas"
Merry Chrismas
- Third Day