So I don't have all that many clothes, especially nice slacks and things. Today I decided to wear a pair of khaki's with a ratty set of hems around the ankles because I figured that no one would be looking at my feet anyway. Wrong. We had to walk to a large meeting and my boss's boss was behind me. When I looked back he was looking at my ankles. Great. Figures.
And I still think it's funny! Ha ha...
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Today I Am...
If I was a color, today I would be an aqua blue. Or maybe it's an aqua green. Anyhow, some sort of aqua. I ate mango salsa for the first time today and liked it. I am reading a book about people and almost without a plot. That's kind of how life is anyway. I wonder what my plot is. My life evolves, I change, people change, but there isn't anything I could firmly dictate as the plot. Maybe when my life is over I will be able to label it. Perhaps I don't want it labeled with a plot. I don't know, I'll have to think this one over. Have a great plotty day!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Lesson Learned, Once Again
Well, I guess there's a lesson to learn about caring too much about what other people think. I cared too much, and now look where I'm at, I'm stuck! And the activities I'm participating in aren't fun, like they were supposed to be. I have four various activities that I am participating in and I was looking forward to two of them, and just tagging along for the other two. Well, it's turned out that I am having more fun with the ones that I am just along for the ride, and the others are just becoming stressful. There's the lesson for you, just have fun with life's various activities I guess.
How long will it be until I forget it and have to learn it all over again?
How long will it be until I forget it and have to learn it all over again?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I Am Me
I am me. Not you, not her, not anyone else. I look like me, I talk like me, I even act like me. And the cool part is, you look like you, you talk like you, and you even act like you. I have dreams, hopes, expectations, desires, and I bet they are different than yours. What do you care about? Today I feel as if I was a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean, inspiring introspective thoughts and feelings. If I was a color, I'd probably be a different color than you, and even if we are the same color, which is okay, it might be safe to say that we are different shades. I'm a little disappointed that it isn't raining, and on Saturday I want to go watch a 6 year-old's soccer game. I've decided that I like odd books, and I have fun people-watching. Sometimes I frustrate myself, but I am happy to be me, and I am sure glad that you are you. I feel like a daisy, basking in the warm, soothing sun leftover from summer.
Thank you for being you, for being someone different from anyone else. For appreciating who you are. Thank you for letting me be me, and laughing your way through life with me. Thank you for not caring if my clothes match or if I have nice toenail polish on. I'm glad that you always wear your hair that way and that you laugh laugh that way. It's nice to see someone who looks like them self instead of like everyone else. I'm glad that you are you, and I'm glad that I am me.
Thank you for being you, for being someone different from anyone else. For appreciating who you are. Thank you for letting me be me, and laughing your way through life with me. Thank you for not caring if my clothes match or if I have nice toenail polish on. I'm glad that you always wear your hair that way and that you laugh laugh that way. It's nice to see someone who looks like them self instead of like everyone else. I'm glad that you are you, and I'm glad that I am me.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Goin' to the Country...
...gonna eat a lot o' peaches.
Love, love, love peaches. Juice dripping down your chin and fingers. Ripe, and sweet, and oh so divine!
I'm grateful for peaches.
Love, love, love peaches. Juice dripping down your chin and fingers. Ripe, and sweet, and oh so divine!
I'm grateful for peaches.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
This is the song that my dad used to sing to me at night as I was going to bed. Every time I hear it I think of him. When my little brother was born I would sing it to him when he cried and his cry would fade away and he would just watch me, or lay quiely against my shoulder. As I am away from my family, I think of them, just over the rainbow.
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