I never thought that much about my dear behind
Until it started hurting and a doctor it did find
So now I sit and wonder as I travel through this bout
If it ever will forgive me for ever having doubt
That it is so damn useful in oh so many ways
Dreaming of the sweeter and way more kinder days
When I could sit down on a chair and not feel any pain
And dance and splash through puddles in any happy rain
So dear behind forgive me for taking you for granted
And get me up from this darn couch on which I’m firmly planted!
Just looking through my facebook page
People complaining ’bout the overcast day
Don’t know what the fuss is over
Great day for layin’ in a bed of clover
Love the cool breeze as it washes my skin
Opened the windows and let the fresh air in
Wrote this little ditty just to say
Thank you Lord for this beautiful day
Is it once a year?
Once a month?
Or every moment I get the chance?
The latter one would be best choice.
I hope I’ve shown you and not just voiced.
When death knocked at her door it wasn’t polite.
It didn’t wait for her to open the door and welcome it in.
It broke open the locks, ran up the stairs and took her.
There will be no justice for this thief, only for her.
God’s beautiful angel…so precious in his sight.
Oh my, oh my, oh my!!! Very freakin’ busy am I.
Hope to be back blogging soon ~ This time of year might make me swoon.
They screwed up my paycheck ~ then screwed up the loan
That covered the paycheck ~ that won’t keep me home
Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn!!! So crazy-like dizzy I am.
Thanks for all you support and love ~ Really am gonna try to catch up!
Everyone has been so nice to me in the world of bloggers. I will be back and drop in whenever I can. Working two jobs and getting ready for the holiday keeps me very very busy. Also, I have been trying to dump a little more creativity into my job. See you all soon and hope to catch up on your blogs….gotta go catch a little sleep. Thanks to everyone for being so supportive. =)
Here I’m bustling once again,
Wish I had a “cleaning friend”.
One who hates my house this way
And thinks that cleaning is child’s play.
A domestic goddess I am not.
Look I made one clean spot!
My house is not “neat as a pin”
I never know where to begin.
I flutter around from room to room.
Cleaning fairies, please get here soon!
Train wreck, one dead body.
Other’s injured, one destroyed.
People screaming, one can’t hear.
Survivor’s mourning, one can’t cry.
No more pain, no more panic.
Only one buried.