I know I've said before that I hate Mondays. Mostly because I can never get my butt out of bed on time. Which makes me rush around trying to get everything done before we go. And the kids are always in S-L-O-W M-O-T-I-O-N. It doesn't make a very good combination. Add to it the fact that I had to leave early because my car was basically running on fumes, and arriving at work was actually a nice break.
But all in all I'm happy this Monday. Why? Because one of my FAVORITE bloggers Winged Emotion
Anyway, I LOVE her blog! She's one that I vote for EVERY TIME at Blog Explosion's Battle of the Blogs. So go on, make her feel welcome. And tell her I sent ya.
Also, I made it through the WHOLE hideous book of poems last night. A few themes were common throughout most of them. A brief synopsis follows:
1. There was apparently a lot of rain that caused even more pain
2. There was a lot of pushing people out the door
3. Sometimes I tried too hard to rhyme, so
4. A lot of poems didn't make sense.
Even though there were a few that were beyond stupid (like the one about dolls always watching you) (or the one about a piece of blank paper having nothing to say), there were a couple that were really pretty all right. So should I post em? You tell me. Maybe we should have a poetry corner once a week, yes? I'll post one and y'all can do it too. What do you think?
3 comments:
Ha - pain and rain. Nice rhyming, GR! The few times I've gone back to read my teenage journal entries, I've had to laugh at myself. I'd even SIGN them "Love, Me" and write "See you later!" and gay stuff like that. It's a freaking JOURNAL and I'm talking to it like it's a living thing. Then again, I talked to my bike when I was little, too. I'm sensing a theme here.
Good luck with your garage sale!
Monday, Monday was sang by the Mamas and the Papas!! Great song! I've never been a peoptry writer but I wouldn't mind reading some!
It totally was the Mama's and the Papa's -- my dad loved them.
I used to write stupid stuff like "love me" in my journal.
I also wrote stupid stuff like "I only had one drink, and it wasn't very good."
That one drink was OF ALCOHOL and I got grounded for 6 months.
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