Thursday, January 8, 2009
Friday, December 5, 2008
A Beautiful Dusk
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December.
With the cold kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember.
The crimson fingers of the setting sun spear through the meadows of twilight
With colors of navy and teal and sky, the meadow with the sun will take flight.
The world halts and begins to settle into a long and relaxing slumber
The diamond studded skies of the winter night dazzle the green-edged timber
Not a crow makes a caw, not a sparrow sings high, not a single insect may lurch
The chill-eaten air is as dead as the stomach of a Monday-morning Church
A seducing aroma that none may match lingers and plays at the nose
It is a mixture of burnt hickory, frost, and cold ground, ah, ‘tis as sweet as a rose.
The brooks, insomniacs, for they do not sleep, speak so soft it is but a whisper
The water it makes is indeed very cold, but it couldn’t at all be much crisper
The dusk begins to fade, to darker blues and grays, and ‘tis time for dusk to rest
Its done its part, it has astonished the world, to its great and very best
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December
With the cold, kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember
With the cold kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember.
The crimson fingers of the setting sun spear through the meadows of twilight
With colors of navy and teal and sky, the meadow with the sun will take flight.
The world halts and begins to settle into a long and relaxing slumber
The diamond studded skies of the winter night dazzle the green-edged timber
Not a crow makes a caw, not a sparrow sings high, not a single insect may lurch
The chill-eaten air is as dead as the stomach of a Monday-morning Church
A seducing aroma that none may match lingers and plays at the nose
It is a mixture of burnt hickory, frost, and cold ground, ah, ‘tis as sweet as a rose.
The brooks, insomniacs, for they do not sleep, speak so soft it is but a whisper
The water it makes is indeed very cold, but it couldn’t at all be much crisper
The dusk begins to fade, to darker blues and grays, and ‘tis time for dusk to rest
Its done its part, it has astonished the world, to its great and very best
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December
With the cold, kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember
A Beautiful Dusk
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December.
With the cold kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember.
The crimson fingers of the setting sun spear through the meadows of twilight
With colors of navy and teal and sky, the meadow with the sun will take flight.
The world halts and begins to settle into a long and relaxing slumber
The diamond studded skies of the winter night dazzle the green-edged timber
Not a crow makes a caw, not a sparrow sings high, not a single insect may lurch
The chill-eaten air is as dead as the stomach of a Monday-morning Church
A seducing aroma that none may match lingers and plays at the nose
It is a mixture of burnt hickory, frost, and cold ground, ah, ‘tis as sweet as a rose.
The brooks, insomniacs, for they do not sleep, speak so soft it is but a whisper
The water it makes is indeed very cold, but it couldn’t at all be much crisper
The dusk begins to fade, to darker blues and grays, and ‘tis time for dusk to rest
Its done its part, it has astonished the world, to its great and very best
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December
With the cold, kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember
With the cold kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember.
The crimson fingers of the setting sun spear through the meadows of twilight
With colors of navy and teal and sky, the meadow with the sun will take flight.
The world halts and begins to settle into a long and relaxing slumber
The diamond studded skies of the winter night dazzle the green-edged timber
Not a crow makes a caw, not a sparrow sings high, not a single insect may lurch
The chill-eaten air is as dead as the stomach of a Monday-morning Church
A seducing aroma that none may match lingers and plays at the nose
It is a mixture of burnt hickory, frost, and cold ground, ah, ‘tis as sweet as a rose.
The brooks, insomniacs, for they do not sleep, speak so soft it is but a whisper
The water it makes is indeed very cold, but it couldn’t at all be much crisper
The dusk begins to fade, to darker blues and grays, and ‘tis time for dusk to rest
Its done its part, it has astonished the world, to its great and very best
Oh, what a dusk, such a beautiful dusk, in the beginnings of December
With the cold, kissing roughly, enough to sting, ‘tis such an easy thing to remember
Saturday, March 1, 2008
RaNdOm
So when I was little, I used to sit in the corner on a stool and eat chip dip plain pretending it was porridge and I was the three little bears.
Why is it called Bacon if it's fried?
If its a baked potato, wouldn't it get the munchies and eat itself to death?
If I lost weight as fast as I've lost my mind, I'd be a supermodel.
Why is it called Make-Up if your face is real?
Do aliens have to pay UFO insurance?
Better yet, do they have to have a Medical Degree to probe people?
You can make chip dip with Sour Cream, Celery Salt, and Parsley flakes mixed together.
It tastes good. Dolly Parton singing Puff the Magic Dragon... interesting mix. I still love you Peter Paul and Mary.
My friend burned me five cds the other day,... TRY COME AND FIND ME, COPYRIGHT PATROL!!!
Barry Manilow definately sounds like a type of melon,..maybe a derivation of cantaloupe.
How does B&N fit all that bread in those little cans?
And finally, in order for it to really be a Treadmill, wouldn't it have to be underwater?
Why is it called Bacon if it's fried?
If its a baked potato, wouldn't it get the munchies and eat itself to death?
If I lost weight as fast as I've lost my mind, I'd be a supermodel.
Why is it called Make-Up if your face is real?
Do aliens have to pay UFO insurance?
Better yet, do they have to have a Medical Degree to probe people?
You can make chip dip with Sour Cream, Celery Salt, and Parsley flakes mixed together.
It tastes good. Dolly Parton singing Puff the Magic Dragon... interesting mix. I still love you Peter Paul and Mary.
My friend burned me five cds the other day,... TRY COME AND FIND ME, COPYRIGHT PATROL!!!
Barry Manilow definately sounds like a type of melon,..maybe a derivation of cantaloupe.
How does B&N fit all that bread in those little cans?
And finally, in order for it to really be a Treadmill, wouldn't it have to be underwater?
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Accident.
So Friday was a day that many Automobile Operators dread.
I wanted to cash my paycheck despite the horrible snowy weather conditions that were occurring at that time. I was coming across a covered bridge near where I work. I was coming across the bridge and decided that the conditions were a little more slick than I had thought, so I pressed on the breaks to slow down a bit. Then, I felt a bang and I jerked backwords and my neck went in an odd position. I knew that someone had rear ended me.
I pulled up to a more appropriate spot and got out to assess the damage, still aware that my neck was hurting me still. The back of my car was demolished. I wasn't angry at anyone, but I was really upset about the car. The man who hit me asked me if I was ok, and we swapped info. A little while after, the police came along with the ambulance, and I was brought to the hospital for my neck. Come to find out, I had only strained it, but they gave me Vicodin and something called Soma to get rid of the pain.
So basically, I was stoned all weekend while I camped out on my Grandmother's couch. Nice. Today, I haven't had to take much of my meds, but I'm still a bit sore and I'm back home. As for my car, it's getting repaired, but it may take anywhere from 3-12 days, depending. I'm driving my dads car and he's driving a rental, because apparently nineteen is not a trustworthy age and people don't rent cars to people that young. So I'm emotionally drained, tired, and sick for my car. Just when I thought things couldn' t get worse. "sigh"
I wanted to cash my paycheck despite the horrible snowy weather conditions that were occurring at that time. I was coming across a covered bridge near where I work. I was coming across the bridge and decided that the conditions were a little more slick than I had thought, so I pressed on the breaks to slow down a bit. Then, I felt a bang and I jerked backwords and my neck went in an odd position. I knew that someone had rear ended me.
I pulled up to a more appropriate spot and got out to assess the damage, still aware that my neck was hurting me still. The back of my car was demolished. I wasn't angry at anyone, but I was really upset about the car. The man who hit me asked me if I was ok, and we swapped info. A little while after, the police came along with the ambulance, and I was brought to the hospital for my neck. Come to find out, I had only strained it, but they gave me Vicodin and something called Soma to get rid of the pain.
So basically, I was stoned all weekend while I camped out on my Grandmother's couch. Nice. Today, I haven't had to take much of my meds, but I'm still a bit sore and I'm back home. As for my car, it's getting repaired, but it may take anywhere from 3-12 days, depending. I'm driving my dads car and he's driving a rental, because apparently nineteen is not a trustworthy age and people don't rent cars to people that young. So I'm emotionally drained, tired, and sick for my car. Just when I thought things couldn' t get worse. "sigh"
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Rats and People
About a week ago, I got a rat from an Aunt who breeds them. I fell in love with this one brownish white doe. The whole way home, I thought and thought over what to name her. After all, I didn't want a common "oreo" or "cocoa" type name. Then I decided to name her after my favorite author/poet, Edgar Allen Poe. So now, I address her as Poe. She was extremely shy at first, but it's amazing how smart these creatures really are. I did a lot of research, and I saw that they can be trained, they love human-attention, they rarely ever bite, and they in no way carry disease. They are everything that everyone thinks they aren't, especially cute. Granted, Poe is just a baby, but I'm sure she'll take her cuteness to adulthood. Now she rides around on my shoulder, plays with me, and licks me. They really are fascinating creatures.
I am also trying to work with a student I was recently put one-on-one with. She is very difficult to deal with sometimes, yet we've connected as well. I need to find a way to make her bad days fewer and her good days more plentiful and enjoyable. I'm used to working with a bunch of students, now I'm down to one primary one. It's been challenging so far. I hope it will be smooth sailings in the future.
I am also trying to work with a student I was recently put one-on-one with. She is very difficult to deal with sometimes, yet we've connected as well. I need to find a way to make her bad days fewer and her good days more plentiful and enjoyable. I'm used to working with a bunch of students, now I'm down to one primary one. It's been challenging so far. I hope it will be smooth sailings in the future.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Drivers, Oh My!
So I've come to notice how bad some peoples driving is. Well, I hadn't just noticed,.. I just decided to bring it up at this moment in time. You got people driving way under the speed limit, people talegating, people who pull out in front of you, people who do not dim their lights, you name it, it's been done to me within the last week.
I'm curious as to whether or not people actually listen in Drivers Ed. It's fricken ridiculous how frusterated or frusterating people seem to be on the road, me included... at least on the frusterated end of the stick. It's so stupid how you are almost required to get angry while behind the wheel solely because of other people.
So let me remind all of those who drive out there that you are NOT the only people on the road and you need to be more conscious about who's around you and think about what you can do to make the situation better. Of course, I'm not excluding being the victim. Those of you who feel that you are victims of road rage and other people's terrible driving, feel free to express yourself, but try to do it in a non-violent manner, but sometimes it is understood that comments are hard to suppress. I'm a victim of verbal diarrhea myself. Please, everyone, can we try to make the road a better place?
I'm curious as to whether or not people actually listen in Drivers Ed. It's fricken ridiculous how frusterated or frusterating people seem to be on the road, me included... at least on the frusterated end of the stick. It's so stupid how you are almost required to get angry while behind the wheel solely because of other people.
So let me remind all of those who drive out there that you are NOT the only people on the road and you need to be more conscious about who's around you and think about what you can do to make the situation better. Of course, I'm not excluding being the victim. Those of you who feel that you are victims of road rage and other people's terrible driving, feel free to express yourself, but try to do it in a non-violent manner, but sometimes it is understood that comments are hard to suppress. I'm a victim of verbal diarrhea myself. Please, everyone, can we try to make the road a better place?
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Loads of Silliness
So everything's normal in the life of the Brittercritter... I am once again making humorous and somewhat crass artwork (I'm not sure how funny they really are, I just get on these hyper spurts).
My brother found a potato chip while snacking that looks exactly like Pac-Man, so now he is going to try and sell it on EBay and see where it takes him. I'll have to ask him when he gets back from College, we had to drop him back off today. I had to pluck yet another grey hair I found (rather one of my friends found) near the back of my neck, and I'm only nineteen!!@#@%%$%&%^$@$% The funny thing is that my hair was just dyed not too long ago, but I guess we missed that one, and no one noticed it before.
My sister's home for good now! YAY! No more jerky boyfriend for her (if I'm not on for a while, it's because I've been thrown in jail for attempted murder!!!) Haha. Anyways, so I'm glad she's living at home now where she is somewhat safe.
So yeah, another "normal" day for me. I guess I bring all this up because I find it humourous what all our perceptions are about what is normal. Every individual has their own little funny twist to life, and every family has it's little quarks. All of us think we have it the worst or the most bizarre, but as a wise person told me one time; whatever you have in life, there is always someone who has more, whether it be a worse situation, or a better one, or someone is always fatter, or thinner, or shorter or taller. No one can assume they have the short end of the stick, because they never really do. Things that I do may be totally outlandish to someone else, but they are always normal to me, and where I may do something a certain way, there will always be someone who does that same thing ten times more or better or worse.
My brother found a potato chip while snacking that looks exactly like Pac-Man, so now he is going to try and sell it on EBay and see where it takes him. I'll have to ask him when he gets back from College, we had to drop him back off today. I had to pluck yet another grey hair I found (rather one of my friends found) near the back of my neck, and I'm only nineteen!!@#@%%$%&%^$@$% The funny thing is that my hair was just dyed not too long ago, but I guess we missed that one, and no one noticed it before.
My sister's home for good now! YAY! No more jerky boyfriend for her (if I'm not on for a while, it's because I've been thrown in jail for attempted murder!!!) Haha. Anyways, so I'm glad she's living at home now where she is somewhat safe.
So yeah, another "normal" day for me. I guess I bring all this up because I find it humourous what all our perceptions are about what is normal. Every individual has their own little funny twist to life, and every family has it's little quarks. All of us think we have it the worst or the most bizarre, but as a wise person told me one time; whatever you have in life, there is always someone who has more, whether it be a worse situation, or a better one, or someone is always fatter, or thinner, or shorter or taller. No one can assume they have the short end of the stick, because they never really do. Things that I do may be totally outlandish to someone else, but they are always normal to me, and where I may do something a certain way, there will always be someone who does that same thing ten times more or better or worse.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Me, my mom, and I
So I am finally getting a house of my own... well, sort of.
My mother, who has been in prison now for nine years, (well, I guess that's counting the time spent in the hospital from a brain hemmhorrage that has left her paralyzed on her left side and mentally retarded, and coming close to dying a couple times), has gotten most of her sentancing suspended, which means she won't have to serve the additional fifteen years for manslaughter. She still does have to serve the rest of her sentence for child neglect, which she's only got three years; this year's included in that sentance.
When she gets out, she needs a legal guardian to watch over her and take care of her, sort of like taking care of child one would say. Since I had tons of experience taking care of challanged individuals (hell, it's what I go to work to do), then I agreed to take care of her. That means basically being her parent, ironically enough. So my grampa is having a house built for the two of us to live in, and then I can move out of my dad's house. I'm not sure how long it will take to get the house, but if it gets built before my mom gets out of prison, then I have a whole house all to my self!
My mother, who has been in prison now for nine years, (well, I guess that's counting the time spent in the hospital from a brain hemmhorrage that has left her paralyzed on her left side and mentally retarded, and coming close to dying a couple times), has gotten most of her sentancing suspended, which means she won't have to serve the additional fifteen years for manslaughter. She still does have to serve the rest of her sentence for child neglect, which she's only got three years; this year's included in that sentance.
When she gets out, she needs a legal guardian to watch over her and take care of her, sort of like taking care of child one would say. Since I had tons of experience taking care of challanged individuals (hell, it's what I go to work to do), then I agreed to take care of her. That means basically being her parent, ironically enough. So my grampa is having a house built for the two of us to live in, and then I can move out of my dad's house. I'm not sure how long it will take to get the house, but if it gets built before my mom gets out of prison, then I have a whole house all to my self!
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