He Cried Wolf
Sprightly young Timothy Rolf
Endured boredom that seemed to engulf
With a small sheepish grin
He concocted a sin
And amusing himself he cried wolf.
Category: Everyday Life
Moving Right Along
It’s been a good weekend. I enjoyed Friday night’s beginning to the ladies seminar and my monologue went very well. The script was open ended which I love writing but it is harder for me to perform. I wanted to present enough of a need in the audience…
Holding Back
Young Ivan with strong furrowed brow,
Would laugh if he’d ever learned how.
He can chuckle and smirk,
But his giggles still lurk,
Holding back till his hurts take a bow.
Wednesday
This week is full. Today I have set things aside in order to just have a quiet and uneventful morning at home. We don’t HAVE to go anywhere so the van is staying in the garage until time to leave for church. That alone is very refreshing.
I’ve been…
Not Much
I spent all my computer time reading everyone’s blogs this morning and didn’t leave much time to write in my own. It’s been a quiet morning. The oldest two boys are off at a slumber party of all things. Aron has been enjoying what attention he can ste…
The Lines that He Spun
There once was a man named Max
He was loud and unhindered by facts
The lines that he spun
were whimsy and fun
But his stories were all full of cracks
There was a man named Max Woodman that frequented my parents restaurant regularly. He was appare…
The Ugly Truth:
There are now four unexplainable piles on my desk.
There’s a bird in the attic.
I gained weight again.
Aron is in bed…but he isn’t sleeping.
I’m tired of driving to church this week…If Aron had been well on Sunday, toni…
The Adventure Continues
I did manage to accomplish a small project yesterday. I posted it on my Girls In Stitches site and I’m quite pleased. The only missing component on this wall hanging organizer is a way to hang it. I am thinking I can just stitch little loops on the ba…
What She Couldn’t Give Up
A wholesome young lady named Lola,
Changed her diet to fruit and granola.
With no fat on her plate,
She would have lost weight,
But she couldn’t give up her sweet cola.
Funky Little Fellows
On Tuesday night we had put the boys to bed and all was well until we heard Aron let out a blood curdling scream. I ran upstairs expecting to comfort a bad dream or something but as I got to his crib I smelled something and it clicked in my mind what it…