A poem. It’s kinda sad |
The wall criedplaster tearsDripped blood of yesteryearsFilled with sorrowhappiness forgottenTiny patters and enchanted laughtersleptand even the wall wept Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 08:06:00 GMT |
this is a story about my crazy kids |
Yesterday, the kids and I were in the kitchen. We were kinda planning dinner and what Chris was going to help me with. The two of them were jabbering about something and I just looked at t... Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:15:00 GMT |
Strange thing |
Parker came home from school yesterday looking ... less than pleased I guess. I asked how her day was and she said it was fine. Asked if it rained on her way home and it didn't. She ... Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
food |
Have you ever cooked something and then when you're eating it, thought to yourself, "Damn I'm good. Really, I think I'd marry me. Why didn't I have company tonight?" That's how I fee... Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 04:29:00 GMT |
I get this cheap little thrill from posting blogs about nothing |
Last night Mark and I went to Diablo's for some karaoke and to shoot pool. Have a few drinks. While we were in the car afterwards, I realized I was at the exact perfect point of intoxicati... Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:08:00 GMT |
I love craigslist |
I was browsing craigslist this morning. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, I just enjoy browsing, and I saw a sewing table for $15 dollars. I thought maybe she left off a zero or... Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
grrrrr |
I have the fan on, but every time I get to sleep I dream of helicopters. I don't know about you, but I never have good dreams with helicopters in them. They're always dreams that are like ... Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 08:48:00 GMT |
fireworks |
So I went outside and took off my glasses cuz I wanted to see what I could see. -- Or, what I couldn't see. It depends how you look at it. And, I came up with the perfect way to desc... Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 07:13:00 GMT |
a poem i think... |
I need help. I can't decide if this is done? Lol. Or any good for that matter.
I feel sorry for youwith your candy covered petticoat dreamsof loversspeaking silently in the night... Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 07:26:00 GMT |
Ummm... I don’t know |
It stresses me out to sleep with our bedroom door closed. I can't hear the house. Don't know if the kids are safe. Sometimes I wonder how my parents did it, or if like me, they opene... Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:58:00 GMT |