Friday, April 15, 2011
..across the room to get back to the basics...
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
..across the room to write a poem.....
There are days I wish spell check on computers had never been invented! It drives me crazy. So here is my way of venting about it!!
There seams two bee a problem
with my spelling re cent lee
My knew Macintosh computer
thinks it nose bet her than me!
The men it eye start typing
it under lions my words
Two let me no I’m wrong a gain
end my writing is four the birds!
Eye real he can knot quiet bee leave
How this ma sheen can sea
The men knot eye slip up
end right an oh in sted of a pea!
Sum daze this knew ma sheen are re
seams two in true sieve four me
end eye wood glad lee go back
two pen, end pay purr from a tree!
Bee four these mod darn annoy an says
Miss steaks were rare four me
Butt now it seams to Finnish align
takes an eat urn it tea!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
...across the room to meet Alexis!
It was March 5, 2008 and if you care to check my older posts you will find an entry for this day. Apparently I needed to learn how to accept a blessing from perfect strangers! I was so used to being the "bless-er" I hardly knew what to do with the gift I was being offered.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
...across the room to share a cup of JOY!
FAMILY.....it seems I'm still basking in the glow of all the family togetherness we experienced this Christmas and so it seems family is on my mind a lot even after all the festivities have ended and we are all back into life in this new year, 2011.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
...across the room to make a fool of myself!.....
In one of my weak moments I had the audacity to recite this to a ladies Christmas Party at the church. I found it on the internet and made a few changes. Sometimes I'm not sure why I do the things I do!
ITALIAN NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas da night before Christmas,
Da whole house was mella,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla.
When up on da roof
I heard somethin' pound,
I sprung to da window,
To scream, "YO! Keep it down!"
When what to my
Wanderin' eyes should appear,
But da Don of all elfs,
And eight reindeer!
Wit' slicked back black hair,
And a silk red suit,
don Christopher wuz here,
And he brought da loot!
Wit' a slap to dare snouts,
And a yank on dare manes,
He yelled and he shouted,
And he called dem by name.
"Yo Tony, Yo Frankie,
Yo Vinny, Yo Vito,
Ay Joey, Ay Paulie,
Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!"
As I drew out my gun
And hid by da bed,
He flew troo da winda
And slapped me 'side da head.
"What da heck you doin'
Pullin' a gun on da Don?
Now all you're gettin' is coal,
You crazy moron!"
Den pointin' a fat finga
Right unda my nose,
He twisted his pinky ring,
And up da chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh,
Yellin ‘n screamin'!
Away dey all flew,
Before he troo dem a beatin'.
Den I heard him yell out,
What I did least expect,
"Merry Christmas to all,
And yous betta show some respect!"