Tomorrow is my mommy's birthday.

27 April 2014

What Is Beauty?

“What is beauty?” asked the teacher one day in Miranda's 3^rd grade class, “I want you all to go home and think about what beauty is. Write me a paragraph about what beauty is to you and turn it in by the end of the week.”

What is beauty? Thought Miranda to herself. She saw lots of things that were pretty but she knew she had to ask others what beauty is.

“Mommy, what is beauty? What does it mean to have beauty?” inquired Miranda when her mother picked her up from school that day.

“Well that is an interesting question sweetheart. Let's see. To me beauty comes from deep down. Someone may look good on the outside but if their heart and soul are mean or bad then they are not beautiful. Beauty comes in the form of kindness, love and compassion. That's beauty to me,” responded her mother.

“Daddy, what is beauty” she asked her father next.

“Beauty is the way you and your mother smile at me when I walk into the house after work. It's the twinkle in your eyes when you are happy,” said her father as he patted her head.

She had so much to think about when she went to bed. She already had so many answers for her paragraph about beauty but she felt she needed more. She would ask her great grandma and her grandma tomorrow. After school the next day, Miranda's mother took her to her grandmother's house where both her grandmother and great grandmother lived.

“Grandma, what is beauty?”

“Hmmm... let me see. Beauty is the glimmer that comes off of the grass after a light rain and the rainbows that grace our skies. Pink skies and flowers blooming through the snow fall is also very beautiful. Those types of things remind you that God exists,” explained her grandma.

“And great grammy what do you think beauty is?”

“When I was very little we lost everything because of the depression. One day I saw a man from the neighborhood waiting in line for his bread and soup. When he got his share he noticed a mother giving all of her portions of food to her children and other children in line including me. She left nothing for herself. He gave her his bread and soup, kissed her forehead and walked away empty handed. That man had waited in line for many hours for that bread and soup and lord knows when he ate last. That kindness was the most beautiful thing I ever saw,” reminisced her great grandmother.

The last person she would ask was her 4 year old sister Abby. “Abby, what is beauty to you?”

“Um, uh, I think it is kitty. Kitty is beautiful. Look at her. She is beautiful,” replied her little sister.

Miranda felt she had enough this time and decided it was time to write her paragraph. She felt that she really knew what beauty was and was happy to share with her teacher what her family had taught her. Beauty was absolutely not what she thought it was at all. She handed in her paper and her teacher was very impressed.

Miranda's paragraph was framed at put in class it said: We were asked what is beauty so I asked my family. I have learned that beauty is how we see it. Beauty is the colors all around the world. Beauty is kindness and compassion. Beauty is how a father and a husband sees his family. Beauty is generosity from a stranger. Beauty is a sweet kitty to a little girl. Beauty is everything we have good in this world and we should cherish all of that because without beauty we have a very ugly world. The teacher expected the children to be a bit superficial but she was pleasantly surprised that the babes of the world are deeper than we think.

28 April 2014

Listen to the World

We walk around and hear ourselves,

We listen without hearing what the world is saying.

Baby birds chirp and bring sounds of life.

Cars hum and sound like buzzing bees.

The wind whistles in our ears and tells us secrets.

Dogs bark bringing us suburban peace.

Children laugh and remind us the joys of youth.

Trees rustle and remind us how small we are.

You don't always listen with your ears,

No sometimes you listen with your soul.

Our feet listen to the grass grow and burst with life,

Fresh and full beneath our toes.

Our hands dig in the Earth to plant flowers,

We hear with our fingers the worms churning

And the essence of the core of our world.

All around we hear sounds but if you listen,

Yes listen to the sounds of our Earth,

It'll tell you a story unlike any other.

A story of forgiveness, of love, of urgency, of life,

A story of all of us, so listen with your heart and soul.

Easter Sunday... a week late.

Today my family came over and we had our Easter dinner since I was out of town last Sunday. We broke from tradition and had tacos and Reese's cups cupcakes! It was fun an delicious! Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

25 April 2014

My Everything

My sweet, my love,

You are my prince, my king,

My lover and my knight.

You are my joker, my jester,

My philosopher, my thinker.

You are my saint, my confessor,

My teacher, my inspiration.

You are my everything,

My all encompassing dream.

26 April 2014

The Brown Mouse and the Great Cheese Trap

The Smiths had been trying to catch Rupert the little brown mouse for weeks now but he always evaded the traps. They tried poison but Rupert knew not to eat it. They tried sticky traps but Rupert was able to grab the cheese without touching the sticky paper. They even called in an exterminator and the little brown mouse still evaded capture! The Smiths finally decided to set regular mouse traps with cheese all over the house.

Rupert was a very clever mouse. He had learned from other mice how to get the cheese and not be killed. He saw the regular traps and knew just what to do. Rupert found a small twig, marched right up the trap and poked the piece of cheese. The trap snapped shut breaking the twig but not touching the mouse. Rupert snatched the cheese and proceeded to steal all the rest of the cheese in the Smith house.

The next morning, the Smiths woke up and all the traps had gone off and their cheese was missing but no mouse was in sight. Rupert had a little home in the field where all of his family lived. That night they feasted on the excessive amounts of cheese. They dined in pleasure knowing what a great cheese hunter they had in their family. Rupert the little brown mouse would rest in ease knowing his family was fed. 

My little brother is a weenie

That is all. He is just sitting on my chair being a weenie. What a weenie. Oh well here are my stories.

23 April 2014

Falling Down Is Okay If You Get Up and Start Over

Nikki LeVasseur has always been a force to be reckoned with. Whether you were hit with her exceptional sarcasm or you were outsmarted by her wit, she gave you everything she had in life. With as many smiles she brought into this world she also brought a lot of tears. She was like a cabbage patch baby, her parents were ready to adopt and they were handed a chubby little brown eyed babe. Ten days after she was born she brought the brightest light into the LeVasseur home.

Through sweet childhood years, Nikki grew into a brilliant but unsure teenager. She faced years of eating disorders and self harming. Her heart and soul were broken but she could always whip out a smile when a friend needed it. Soon she began to spiral into a lack of control. She tried facilities to help her cope with food and cutting but nothing really seemed to work. At her worst she was drinking into such excess that she couldn't function, not that she mentally wanted to do so anyway. After watching 28 Days with her parents, the subject of rehab was broached.

After 2 years of highs and lows, she has stayed stone cold sober and her life cold not be more in control. Pride is not even the best word to describe how those closest feel about her incredible transformation. It is amazing what some salty beach air can do to mend a broken soul. She went from rehab to sober living and now she is strong enough to live in her own apartment. 2 years ago, those closest to her prayed for her to be how she is now. She has exceeded expectations and to make the world even better, her sobriety has brought new life to the world. Nikki has been so happy and so healthy and will be a mother in the next 7 months.

Life has not always been an easy thing to deal with for this eccentric chic but she found herself. Her laugh is heartier than ever and her smile is more beautiful that before. Nikki is the strongest, most loving person I know and her sobriety is the greatest blessing in the world. She has always been a force to be reckoned with but now she is unstoppable.

24 April 2014

Stubborn Ass

Always winning

Always whining,

He gets so stubborn

And acts like a brute.

He one ups you,

Treats you like a weenie,

He has to get the last word

And he has to be right.

As much of a stubborn ass as he can be,

He is my husband and I love him so.

He has a wonderfully gentle side

And makes for a great man,

He may be stubborn

But that is the goofy dude I fell in love with,

Besides I can be stubborn too

But I will never admit it,

I am not stubborn,

No it just isn't so.

Yesterday was my best friend's 2nd birthday.

By 2nd birthday I mean 2 years of sobriety. 2 years ago, my best friend Nikki was not doing very well. She had an alcohol addiction and it was eating her alive. She entered rehab and then transferred into a sober living facility. The turn around has been amazing and awesome to watch. I am beyond thrilled to see Nikki LeVasseur grow into a strong, beautiful woman. She lives out in California for the time being with her boyfriend. She is happy and healthy and I could gush about how proud I am of her until you all puke but that wouldn't be much fun  for you. Instead I will leave everyone with some even more amazing news about her. She gave me the awesome news about a month or so ago that her journey through being healthy has lead to her expanding her family and making me an aunt. Nikki and her boyfriend are pregnant! I am soooooo excited that someone I regard as a sister is having a baby. Our kids will get to grow up together and she will be an amazing mother! Now before you get a story I will leave you with a belly picture. Most of you probably don't care but she does and I do and our kids will get to share this one day.

Look at that little point! She is about 8 ish weeks (sorry Nik I can't remember exactly :/ ) Eek it's so cute!

21 April 2014

A Day At The Beach

Warm sand beneath my toes,

The waves crash and break

As the gulls try find free food,

Children laugh and sing

And the sun glitters off the sea.

I draw designs in the sand,

“I love you Scott,”

“Robbi and Javaneh”

All the while collecting shells.

The waves create black patterns as they retreat,

Gold flakes speckle every inch in sight

And seaweed lays out to dry.

A day at the beach is just what I needed

To soothe my soul and ease my mind.

My heart is happy as I smell the salty air

And watch the surfers dot the horizon.

I am happy as can be spending time with the sea.

22 April 2014

The Earth

I sit in my corner of this world

Thinking of all the things that amaze me.

Green palm trees swaying in the wind,

A blue spruce majestic in my lawn,

Dolphins jumping out of the sea to kiss the sky

And a lion cub playing with his dad's mane.

We live in a place where colors never die,

Our skies are blue and clouds lifted up high.

How amazing and wondrous,

How plentiful and spectacular!

Fireflies and fish with lights of their heads,

Gazelle jumping and lilies blooming,

Grass grows tall and butterflies flutter,

Thank God for this Earth,

Let's take care of it for each other.

I love San Diego!

The weather is beautiful! It is a solid 70's and not too humid, just humid enough. I got to spend tons of time at the beach with my bestie Robbi and tomorrow I get to see Nikki!!!! As much as I love it here, it is very expensive and I miss my husband and furry babies. I go home late Wednesday night so I will post pictures from the trip by the end of the week.

Hope everyone is having a good start to the week (sorry not everyone gets to spend it at the beach!) and I hope you all enjoy Earth day tomorrow! I luckily will be far from Mission Bay (where $eaWorld is) and I am sure my family appreciates that, otherwise I may end up having a run in with the cops.

Good night friends!

19 April 2014

The Surfing Seal

As we walked along the pier we watched many surfers enjoying the big waves. The swell was perfect and the weather was warm. People were fishing off the pier and birds were gawking above the crowd. Out amongst the surfers we watched with joy as a seal head bobbed with the waves. The wave would come and the seal would duck down. He would back off then follow the wave forward. All alone, while the sun shined bright and the surfers delighted us all, the seal played. He was all alone, no other seal in sight, but he surely did not feel alone as he surfed the white ocean waves with all the beach bums dotting the horizon.

20 April 2014

Strength

In all these years

We've grown and overcome,

Our hearts have begun to heal

And the scars don't ache as much.

We all remember where we were,

No one will forget the day,

The community felt shattered,

Fear and grief grasped our souls.

With all the horror,

With all the pain,

We overcame great odds

And together defeated an enemy.

Our strength knows no bounds,

As we come together like a family.

Even after 15 years the motto stands true,

Through it all, we are Columbine.

California you better watch out...

Javaneh, Robbi and Nikki (LeVasseur) will be in the same place at the same time!!!! Tonight I plan on having margaritas and digging my feet deep into that SoCal sand. The Pacific Ocean where my soul lies (my heart is in Paris) and I am so happy to be reunited with my soul! I jet set in a couple of hours!!!

See ya guys in two days!

17 April 2014

Sweet Sun

Sweet sun you kiss my cheeks,

You grace us all with your daily glow.

Each morning you feel so soft and warm,

Each night you sleep amongst the stars.

You sit up high with the heavens and moons,

Moving us all along in our never endings ways.

Sweet sun with your morning touch,

The birds tweet softly and the Earth moves gently,

We wake with such delight when we open our eyes

And see your bright, yellow shine in our rooms.

18 April 2014

My Lunch

Today I sat and ate a happy lunch.

At my table sat my favorites,

Shakespeare and Aristotle sipped coffee,

F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemingway,

They had dry martinis

Audrey Hepburn and Jesus had cool water.

We sat around and discussed life,

It's meaning and purpose,

Our decisions and mistakes.

We contemplated our futures

And compared our pasts.

Yes, I had a happy lunch indeed

Seeking philosophy and answers

From those I carry with me everyday.

I just gotta say...

I love my husband. He is pretty awesome if I don't say so myself.

Sorry I haven't had much to say lately but I have been busy getting ready for California!

15 April 2014

The Taxi

Mark was running late for dinner and Beth would not be happy. He sat in the taxi thinking to himself what he was going to say to her. She always got mad at him for staying late at work. He never intended to but his boss was constantly giving him more work and Mark never said no. As he sat there stressing about dinner with Beth, the taxi door flew open and a rushed man jumped.

“Son of a bitch!” yelled mark “Drop me off up here I don't want to be in here with him!”

Sitting next to Mark was his least favorite person, Alec. They had worked for the same company and Alec was constantly one upping him and stealing his work. Eventually Mark quick and moved on but he never lost his ill feelings for Alec.

“Come on Mark, I just need to go up a couple blocks. I had to get out of that cold! It is hell out there,” moaned Alec. He wasn't too fond of Mark either but it was too cold to walk.

“Yeah well it's hell in here now,” scoffed Mark.

“I'll pay for the whole meter when I get out not just what I rack up,” suggested Alec.

“Fine,” it wasn't ideal but the guy was not backing down and besides, Mark had enough to think about right now.

“So, how have you been?” asked Alec to which Mark did not reply, “Are the flowers for Beth? Is it your anniversary or something?” Alec was trying really hard to make the situation less torturous for the two of them.

“No Alec it's Valentine's Day. You should know that. I hope you got Susanne flowers,” Mark could not help but feel empowered in that moment. Finally he did something right that Alec hadn't.

“Oh I guess you wouldn't know since we don't work together anymore. I guess I just kinda forgot about days like today after Susanne passed away.”

“Oh man Alec I am so sorry! That is terrible. I'm sorry!” Mark felt horrible. How stupid to gloat to someone like that. Obviously things weren't right and he should have been more sensitive.

“Thanks Mark. She was killed by a drunk driver last year. It was right before Valentine's Day so I guess not going through the regular motions of last year made me forget about it completely this year. I quit the company after that. I just couldn't work there anymore. After you left a few others did too and I happily took on the extra work. I didn't see her much that year and she was on her way to bring me dinner at work when she was hit,” sighed Alec.

“That is truly awful Alec,” Mark was at a loss of words. How could someone just be gone like that? And how could he harbor so much ill will at someone who was just doing their job? Mark felt like a complete jerk.

“Don't even sweat it man. I am happy to hear you are still with Beth.”

For the rest of the taxi ride, the two men stayed deep in conversation. Alec told Mark about his new job and Mark told Alec about his daughter. By the end of the ride it was like there was never a rivalry between them. Just before Alec was about to get out, Mark handed him his card.

“Hey it was really nice to see you. Again I am so sorry to hear about Susanne. Why don't you come over next Thursday and have dinner with Beth and me?”

“Thanks. I will call you tomorrow. Tell Beth I said hi!”

Mark decided then that Beth was right. He would start to say no. He would put his foot down at work because she was far too important to not spend more time with. Seeing Alec at first was annoying but now Mark felt such great relief that things were no longer tense with an old enemy.

16 April 2014

We Are What We Are

We are what we are

But must we really be a what?

We say that often,

“We are what we are,”

Must we get stuck on that?

I am me yes

Yet I am anything I want to be

I am the moon and stars,

I am a traveler,

I am a lover,

I am a writer.

I am many things

But that is ever changing,

Tomorrow I may be you

Or I may be her,

No matter what

I am WHO I am

Not what I am.

Life is confusing

That is all I have to say right now. Bonne nuit mes amis!

13 April 2014

To The Many Moons

To the many moons and

Phases of life

We kiss our stars

We dream through weary nights.

Passing by Jupiter

Shooting through the universe,

We fill black holes

And avoid deadly meteors.

Expanding our wants,

Finding our needs,

We fly from galaxy to galaxy,

Breathless and impassioned

At the lives we lead.

14 April 2014

The Garter Snake

Little garter snake was happy at spring being abound. He slithered about the yard and ate little bugs to his great delight. It would be easier to avoid the cat and birds now that it was no longer winter. One day, the little garter snake was out in the yard getting lots of exercise when he saw the cat come outside. He knew that cats only reacted to movement so he paused and stayed very still. He lost view of the cat but the little garter snake dared not move. Days went by and garter snake never moved.

Eventually, after many, many days, the people who owned the house went out to the yard to play with their dogs and cats. At the end of their play time, they picked up their cats and went in. As they walked in they screamed! They nearly stumbled upon a snake. The snake was unfortunately completely dried up. The little garter snake had stayed put for too long and the sun sucked all the life from it making it stay upright like a statue for the rest of time.

Spring time in Colorado really means winter is coming

I am watching Game of Thrones so I intended the pun but it is absolutely true. Spring in Colorado really just means that true winter time is in the air and flowers bloom through the frozen snow.

Last night my brother went to his senior prom! We took lots of pictures of him and he looked so handsome!

Here are a few pics:

Such a handsome boy! Anyway here are my stories!

11 April 2014

Fresh

Swift breeze

Bright sun

Buzzing lawnmowers

Birds chirping

It's so grand

Spring is here!

Shimmering rays

Blossoms blooming

Kids playing

Kites flying

Sweet fresh world

Spring is here!

12 April 2014

The Fight

Two beetles lived nearby and often rubbed each other the wrong way. They would pass each other and smile then they would open their mouths to speak.

“I like the purple flowers,” said one beetle to the other.

“Those flowers are not purple! They are blue!” yelled the other beetle.

They went on this way for some time. They argued and argued about the color of the flowers. They got in each others faces and spat insults at each other about whose opinion was correct. As they continued to argue a bird landed nearby and began to observe.

“Beetles, did you ever consider that you are agreeing?” inquired the bird.

“Agreeing? Clearly we are not bird. Now fly off and let us go on arguing,” scoffed one of the beetles.

“Well little beetles, let's take a poll shall we? You say the flowers are purple,” the bird nodded at one beetle, “and you say the flowers are blue,” nodding at the other beetle, “I say the flowers are violet.”

“Outrageous!” screamed one beetle.

“Preposterous!” yelled the other.

“Now now beetles. You see it is all perspective. We see the same things differently but that does not mean they are the same. You are arguing about the same thing. Now why ruin a friendship when you just can't understand each other's perspective? Or any perspective for that matter?” bird stared at the beetles as they took in what the bird said.

“I suppose if the flowers look purple they could possibly look blue or violet,” said one beetle.

“I agree, thank you bird. Shall we go eat beetle?” the two beetles walked off together talking about the flowers and the bird flew off to observe more of the world. The bird enjoyed expanding how he saw things around him.

They grow up so fast!

Tomorrow I am going with my mom to take pictures of my little brother before his senior prom. In a little over a month he graduates from high school. I remember when my baby brother was just that, a baby. He had the biggest head and tiny little body! He was a such a cute and adorable baby. He would call Broncos and uncle "notnos" you really had to pay attention to what he was saying to know what he was talking about. He would point at the sky and say "oh oh oh" at airplanes and "weewoo weewoo" excitedly at passing sirens. He loved our dog Abby and would let me put make up on him (he was my living doll). Darren and I loved having a little brother. He wasn't like us. Darren and I grew up as best buddies but Christian was a little baby that we could care for and he was ours.

Now he still has a big head but that is sheer ego from being coddled as the baby his whole life :) I am very proud of my baby brother for being a kind and generous young man. He is a hard worker and he will go far in life. It is so bittersweet to watch him grow up. I just hope he knows how happy I am to be his big sister.

9 April 2014

The Angel of the Gap

A quiet soul, broken and wounded, she walked towards the cliffs edge. Tears blocked her view and her body was shaking. She was done with this world and wanted to end her suffering. The Gap, Australia's great white cliffs where many hopeless souls go to die, was the spot she would end her suffering. As she walked towards the cliff an old man gently approached her.

“Hello, My name is Don. I live in the house over there,” Don Ritchie pointed to his quaint home overlooking the incredible cliffs and surf below.

She said nothing to him, just wiped her tears and looked at him. Deep inside she was screaming, begging him to help her, begging him to end the hopelessness. On the outside she still felt blank, ready to just die and become one with the sea. He knew she didn't really want to die. If she did she would have kept walking.

“It is a lovely day out don't you think? The sky is so clear, the sun is so warm and the sea smells so refreshing,” Don looked around. This wasn't the first broken soul he had met. Hundreds have passed through this land and only a few have perished. She needed comfort and she needed to know she wasn't alone, “my wife has made some tea and will be finishing dinner soon. Would you like to come sit with us and enjoy the view from our porch?”

She stood there thinking. How could she possibly die in such a beautiful place? How could she think this world was so cruel when so much kindness was standing in front of her? He took her hand and placed his other arm around her shoulder and guided him to her home. He sat her at his table and his wife brought the girl some tea. They let her cry and listened to her story. They shared tears, struggles, joys and all that life had brought before them. At the end of the evening they all hugged and said their goodbyes.

Don told the girl to return if she ever needed someone to talk to. He told her they were family now and thus she was never alone. He saved so many but they were all individuals and he never forgot about them. Though she never returned to see her angel, she also never felt so hopeless again. He taught her that as dark as her life may feel, he sun still shined and the world still carried beauty.

When he passed away, she returned to the cliff. Her life was still far from perfect but her perspective was clear. This time she brought a bouquet of flowers. She left one for his wife and threw the rest over the cliff as a thank you to him for saving her life. There were others there doing the same thanks to the kind words and gentle touch of a stranger. Flowers lined the cliff side all because one man couldn't watch a single soul suffer.

10 April 2014

Me

On the outside I shine bright,

My smile is golden

And my eyes glitter,

I exude so much joy.

It's all a facade

My face tells a lie,

Inside I am screaming,

I feel broken to the core.

My heart feels angry

And my sadness makes me brittle,

I cry alone often

And push away those I love.

My husband has helped me

He makes me feel beautiful inside.

He breaks the darkness

He brings light into my life.

I see the pretty flowers,

I appreciate the world around me,

I still feel sad sometimes

But I can still manage a happy face.

How Ric O'Barry, the Cove and Blackfish changed my life forever.

My whole life I have loved dolphins. I honestly cannot say when I began to love them but for as long as I can remember I have been learning about them, loving them and even buying books about them in elementary school. I remember my mom bought me a book about dolphins and it had ALL the facts. That was around 5th grade and the book even talked about the dolphin slaughters. That was the first time I had heard about the infamous cove. Several years later I finally watched the documentary "The Cove" and I haven't been the same since.

After The Cove and the horrors I witnessed in that documentary, I really began to hate people who stole dolphins from the wild. A few years later I heard about the tragic death of Dawn Brancheau. She was killed by Tilikum. This spurred a documentary called Blackfish. Blackfish told the story of Tilikum. How he was stolen. How he was taken to a dolphinarium and beat up on by the other females. How he was locked in a dark pool at night that was barely bigger he was. How he was starved in order to be trained. How he killed Keltie Byrne and then was bought by SeaWorld where they told no one what he had done. He then went on to kill Dawn which many marine specialists believe was due to psychosis.

These large marine animals are put in chlorine tanks, fed frozen fish, forced to perform tricks they wouldn't do if they were fed beforehand, they rake each other, they attack people and they get sores from chemicals in the pool. You can learn all of this by watching both documentaries but please do not stop there. Do your research. Learn how long animals live, learn about their habits and how they function in the wild. Then and only then will you understand why zoos, aquariums and dolphinariums are bad places. They preach conservation but don't practice it.

Recently I decided that I could no longer support the Denver Zoo. I have had a membership there for many years now and I have always defended their practices. I realized that the things I was saying about the zoo were the same things SeaWorld lovers were saying about dolphin and orca captivity. I decided to stop being a hypocrite and stop going to the zoo. I cannot tell you to stop going to SeaWorld and then head off to the zoo. I went to the Zoo today to say goodbye to all the animals I love so much.

I am glad I did. The zoo is a sad place. The cages are far too small, they look unhappy and it really is a shame to watch children tease and poke at the animals.I could honestly go on for hours, days even years about animal captivity but I will stop here. I have seen dolphins in the wild and I have seen them in captivity, there is no comparisson. Go see animals in the wild and you will understand. If you could please also watch The Cove and Blackfish and watch the with an open mind. Do your research and help protect animals. They certainly don't deserve to be treated like garbage just because they can't communicate with us.

Now you get stories, sorry for the long rant I just really love animals and want them to be free and happy not locked up. Happy day all!

 7 April 2014

The Day Off

Alice had the worst boss. He was old and creepy and constantly reeked of perspiration. He always made her do his bidding. One day he asked her to run some errands. She loved when he did that because it got her out of the office. He sent her home early for the day and gave her a list for things to buy. She took his list and went to the department store. His wife needed a new swim suit. She saw so many great bikinis and hadn't even bought one for herself, she had no time with her creepy boss breathing down her neck.

“Ugh why am I even doing this for him? I should just buy myself a bikini and quit,” she thought out loud. That was it! She stuffed his money back in her pocket, bought herself a new bikini and booked a trip. She headed back to the office handed her boss his money and said, “I quit,” then marched out. Sometimes working somewhere that makes you miserable is not worth it. She would sit on the beach in her new blue bikini, pondering the meaning to life and not thinking about another job. This was her day off now with no more sweaty boss.

8 April 2014

These Things Bring Me Joy

A soft breeze,

Sweet kisses,

A loving gaze,

These things bring me joy.

The crash of waves,

A whisper in my ear,

Birds chirping in the spring,

These things bring me joy.

Football starting,

Lawn mowers cutting,

Children giggling,

These things bring me joy.

Tender touches,

The smell of lilies,

Paris in the summer,

These things bring me joy.

Can't think of anything right now

So I will just leave you with my stories. good night!

5 April 2014

Comedy or Tragedy

Comedy or tragedy,

The spice of life,

Fruits of our labor,

Aspirations of our soul.

Our daily grind

It lends us to think,

What makes you laugh?

What makes you cry?

Are you living life as a comedy

Or is this time we spend a tragedy?

Laugh or cry,

In the end we all must die,

Now choose:

Happiness in life

Or a somber death.

6 April 2014

The Girl

There once lived a little girl. She was pretty and sweet but a sad little creature. She sat by the pond everyday and kicked her toes in the cool water. She often cried and let her tears wash away in the pooled water. One day, as she sat, a tiny fairy floated down and landed on her knee. The girl was especially distraught and the little fairy felt sad because of this.

“Sweet child, why are you so sad?” inquired the fairy.

“Well fairy, this is the prettiest place I know and thus the only place I enjoy being. The world is so cruel but not here, not this pond,” replied the little girl.

“Don't be sad about this dark world, it'll only make your heart grow hard. You sit in this pretty pond but all you can think about is your broken heart. You missed so much while you cried in this pond,” scolded the fairy.

“Now fairy, what exactly have I missed? All I see is the sunless sky and the heartless folks we meet on a day to day basis,” sniffled the little girl.

“Oh little angel you have missed so much! Your sky is not sunless but bright and blue. Over at the edge of the pond are little purple flowers scattered all along the ground. You even missed the little doe sitting quietly under that tree,” enthused the fairy.

The girl looked up from her pouting position and assessed her surroundings. There were mother birds feeding their babies in pretty nests. Bunnies were hopping around and playing, sun was sparkling off the pond water and frogs were jumping off lily pads. She had taken all her discontent to this impressive piece of land.

“Why fairy I apologize, I let all the bad pierce me deep inside and ruin how I see things,” the fairy smiled and hugged the little girls finger then fluttered off. The little girl watched the fairy play with the animals and smell all the flowers. The grass was so green and the water was so clear, she smiled big. She couldn't remember now why the world had hurt her so much before.