The Paradoxical Commandments

We are going to do The Paradoxical Commandments for copywork/dictation.   I will be posting other passages as I come across them. 

This quote is often accredited to Mother Theresa who purportedly hung them on the wall of her orphanage in Calcutta.

The Paradoxical Commandments ~ Kent M. Keith,1968 (at age 19)

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway. . .

For the entire poem go here –

“You see, in the final analysis, it’s all between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.”  ~  Kent Keith

Published in: on September 28, 2011 at 5:47 PM  Leave a Comment  

Last Night

Inspired by Carry On Tuesday’s prompt Last night I dreamt I……….

Last night I dreamt I was living in a farmhouse.  I awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, sausage, biscuits, and eggs.  I got out of the antique bed and threw off the quilts and placed my cold feet on the even colder hardwood floor. 

My breath hung in a vapor in the air.  I went to the window and discovered I was on the second floor.  I looked down at the yard there at a layer of frost on the pumpkins in the field.  The frost covered everything, including the window pane at which I stood.  I turned and looked around the rose-wallpapered room at the antique dresser and ornate rocker which held a simple calico dress.   I quickly took off my night dress and put on the calico one. 

I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the corner and thought I stared at my reflection.  Something had changed.  I was too cold to care.  I grabbed a brush off the dresser and brushed the tangles out of my short curly hair.  I went to pour the water from the pitcher on the wash stand into the bowl underneath but when I discovered it was covered in a layer of ice, I decided against it. 

By the door there was a pair of boots with wool socks tucked inside.  As soon as I laced these, I opened the door into the hall and made my way down the winding staircase to the first floor.  I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and found myself standing in the foyer.  I could see a fire blazing in the front room.  The warmth drew me in like a firefly to a street lamp. 

I crouched down close and rubbed my hands together.  I picked up the fireplace poker and put it into the fire and watched the flames spark as I disturbed the burning logs.  Once I felt thawed, I followed my nose to the smell of breakfast.

I stepped in the doorway to the kitchen and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up.  My hands immediate flew to my lips and tears rolled down my cheek.  Grandpa sat at the large farm table with his coffee cup in hand, huge mustache grin on his face, his blue eyes twinkling.  Grandma stood beside him, cast iron skillet in her hand serving him eggs. 

My own sweet Nellie, was seated to the right of Grandpa.  She jumped up and squealed, “Mama!” when she saw me and came and wrapped her tiny arms around my legs.  Grandma said, “Hi darlin’ we thought we’d let you sleep, it being your first day and all.”  I looked around the room at the sea of faces that I’d lost long ago and some as recent as last month.   I leaned down and lifted Nellie in my arms and held her tight against my chest.  I put my face in her hair and once again smelled her sweet scent.  “Oh, how I’ve missed you, little one,” I sobbed into her ear.  Then the room began to fade and the faces went away, taken my Nellie with it. 

I awoke screaming, “No, please.  Let me stay!” 

I felt a sharp pain in my leg and looked up to see a large man wearing a large black overcoat and a cap pulled down over his ears, “No, you can’t stay here.  Go on, get out of my doorway, before I kick you again, wench!”

I couldn’t feel my fingers and my breath froze in front of my face.  I rose to my feet, then fell and my head hit the cold hard concrete.  It wasn’t always this way, you know.  I was somebody once.  I want to scream at him, but instead I just get up and move along.  The shelter was full by the time I arrived last evening.  I went and found a spot by the dumpster in the alley and tried to cover myself with my soiled torn blanket.   All day the dream stayed with me.  I ran into Stinky Pete in the park and shared my story with him.  


The morning dawned and the old lady got up and decided to take a short cut to the bakery.  She entered the alley and saw the woman in the blanket.  This was the second night in a row that she had slept here.   A car backfired and the sound echoed in the alley but the woman didn’t stir.  The old lady shouted and tried to poke her with a bent finger. 

The police arrived and declared her dead.  “She froze to death, poor gal,” the first officer said.  “It looks like she’s smiling,” the second officer said.
“Died in her sleep, bless her!  What do you think she was dreaming about?” asked the old lady before continued on her way to the bakery.

Just then Stinky Pete came up the alley and said, “Aw, it’s Ma Brown, well I think I can tell what she dreamed.  She’s been dreaming the same dream for weeks.  Here’s what she told me yesterday~

Last night I dreamt I……….”

Published in: on October 31, 2010 at 4:24 PM  Comments (10)  

All Hallow’s Eve

Inspired by 3 Word Wednesday’s prompt:  fragile, rampant, tremor
I’m also sharing with Jingle Poetry Potluck.

All Hallow’s Eve

Dressed completely in black, from the pointy brimmed hat
To the nails on her toes,
She was dirty and crusty and a stench there arose
Apparently it came from her hair and her clothes.
A spider was crawling on the bump on her back,
Her skin was the color of a brown paper sack.

Her eyes-how they swirled! her nose how immense!
Her cheeks were like leather, her face an offense!
Her toothless ugly grin down my spine sent a tremor,
A beam of moonlight on her hair made it dance, made it shimmer
The handle of a spoon she held tight in her claws,
And the liquid in the pot – it defied nature’s laws.
A fragile crystal ball reflected her fat cat,
That rampantly chased a deceased sewer rat!

She was ancient and bent, the most hideous hag,
And I trembled when I saw her, and I started to gag!
A spell from her lips, and a flick from her wrist,
Soon I’d have millions and more than I wished.

She spoke in a tongue archaic part gothic
She shot an ogle at me and licked a dry lick
Then pricking my finger with sharpened Skene Du
She added my blood to the bubbling brew

She opened three bags, and filled them with dough,
She shrieked, “A promised kiss, handsome, before ye can go.”
“Crone, can’t you see, you’re much too ugly for a rich man like me!
Happy All Hallow’s Eve” I ran shouting with glee!

Published in: on October 27, 2010 at 4:57 PM  Comments (35)  

If I should die . . .

If I should die, think only this of me:

He had faith, love and charity
His years were filled with hilarity

He had about a million pets
He once was stitched up by a vet

He broke girls’ hearts when he was young
In his Texan mother tongue

He sported a single rose tattoo
His eyes they flashed a hazel hue

Tongue of silver, hair of black
For building things he had a knack

Chose the service instead of school
Ignored the Bible, the golden rule

Did things for which he isn’t proud
Broke the promise that he vowed

He became a father at twenty-one
By year complete, a second son 

He left big Tex, he left his ex
His life derailed from off the tracks

A decade spent in long vacation
From the Lord and obligation

Found comfort from within a bottle
Pills and weeds and powdered poison
Eyes wide shut foot full throttle

Doing time in eighty-nine
A two week stint without a dime

A promise to God, a last recourse
As best he could he stayed on course

As fate would have it in  ’98
He met a girl and set a date

Five years later two became five
Reason to live, dream, and thrive

And when his time on earth was done
He yelled with love, ya’ll have fun!

I went a little silly with this one.  I should probably drop the pill line, shouldn’t I?  Let me know what you think!  :)
Inspired by Carry On Tuesday’s prompt “If I should die, think only this of me:”
I’m also joining “Poetry Potluck” this week. 
Published in: on October 24, 2010 at 4:23 PM  Comments (10)  


Look, if there’s one thing I learned from my childhood it’s………

Don’t shoot a BB from a Daisy Gun
When you’re only a foot away
From the target of a thick tree trunk
‘Cuz that baby’s sure to ricochet


Anyone else start singing this when they read the prompt?

. . . you don’t tug on Superman’s cape.
You don’t spit into the wind.
You don’t pull the mask off the ol’ Lone Ranger
and you don’t mess around with Jim.
                                                    ~ Jim Croce 1943-1973

Or any of these:

Don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, Southern lawyer. . .

Things like there ain’t no good in an evil hearted woman,
And I ain’t cut out to be no Jesse James,
And you don’t go writing hot checks down in Mississippi,
And there ain’t no good chain gang.

Inspired by Carry On Tuesday’s prompt #75 – “Look, if there’s one thing I’ve learned………”


Published in: on October 18, 2010 at 3:21 AM  Comments (3)  


The three sat staring at Holly from across the crowded lunch room.  The smell of pizza mingled with the stench of junior high sweat and floor wax.  Holly could feel their glare as she sat alone and ate in silence.  She  had been the bearer of their ridicule for years.  Apparently, this year would be no different. 

Holly picked up her half-eaten tray and carried it to the janitor standing beside the trash can without looking at him.  She went to the bathroom and washed her hands.  Her small brown eyes reflected back at her.  Holly splashed water on her round red face before removing her comb from her back pocket.  In vain she tried to manage her untamed tangled brown hair. 

Holly was so focused on her own reflection, she failed to see Stacey’s in the mirror beside her.  Until it was too late.  Stacey, Nancy, and Pam surrounded her.  “It’s not going to help, you fat witch,” Stacey hissed at her.  Stacey was the tallest of the three and the most vocal.  She had flaming red hair and a temper to match.  The other girls laughed. 

Holly tried to moved past them.  “Going somewhere?”  Pam asked and shoved her against the wall.  

The bell rang.  “Come on, guys, let’s leave this loser,” Stacey said. 

Holly sighed with relief and then crashed to the floor in a heap and began to sob.  I can’t take another year of this she thought.  Father McCourt may absolve her of all the hateful and ugly things she does, but I never will!  Holly vowed.  She went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to blow her nose.  Someone entered the stall beside her.  She went back to the sink to wash her hands and dried her eyes.  A toliet flushed and Stacey came out of the stall.  “Why are you still here?” She asked.

“Stacey, I know you are skipping class again and I’m going to tell Mom when we get home.” 

“You mean, my mom?”  Stacey said as she shoved her against the wall.  Then she pulled open the bathroom door and disappeared down the hall.

Written for Three Word Wednesday using week’s words:
absolve, hiss, ridicule

Published in: on October 14, 2010 at 5:15 PM  Comments (3)  

Until Now

“Close your eyes, have no fear….” he began to sing as he rocked himself back and forth.

She looked at him with pity in her pale blue eyes. She sat down in a chair next to him and was careful to place her purse in her lap. He doesn’t even know I’m here, she thought.  “Hello, Dad,” she said.

He held out his hand and she took it before she kissed the top of his bald head.  It was hard for her to see him so weak in mind and frail in body.  He was a Navy man and had a faded tattoo on his left arm to prove it!  It bore the name of his ship the USS Helena.  Like most in his generation, he was loyal, hard-working and dependable.  Each morning he would drink his coffee black, go to work, come home, read the paper, have dinner, watch TV, and go to bed.   Her mom was full of mystery and hidden secrets, but her dad was an open book.

“Shall we take a walk outside,” she offered, “Let’s get some exercise.” Mostly she just wanted to escape the smell of urine and sickness that permeated the place.

“What dear?” he asked.  She repeated her offer and he accepted. 

He still had moments of clarity when he could recall the past in vivid details, but those days were slipping away.  They were so alike, same pale blue eyes, same quiet spirit.  They sat down on a bench near the fountain in the center of the yard.  “Are you comfortable?”  she asked.

He didn’t answer but asked instead, “Do you know Helen Ford?”  He didn’t wait for an answer.   “She was my bride.  We were married right before the war.  She had beautiful golden hair that reached down to her waist.  She had the saddest eyes you ever saw and I loved her at first sight.  I wrote to her every day.  But when while I was away at war she fell in love with another.    I even got a tattoo with her name. After Helen and I divorced, I had my tattoo changed to say USS Helena and told everyone that I served on a ship by that name.”  He laughed, “It wasn’t true of course, but I didn’t want to explain about Helen.”  I never told my new wife or my children.” 

Until now, she thought as she struggled to make sense of his words.

Inspired by Carry On Tuesday’s prompt #74 Close your eyes, have no fear….




Published in: on October 11, 2010 at 3:03 AM  Comments (6)  

Mexican Chocolate Fudge

Mom always made several types of fudge at Christmas. My favorite was the old-fashioned kind, the one that required you to beat it until it lost its sheen. Today when I was going through her recipes I found a recipe that I don’t remember her making: “Mexican Chocolate Fudge” the card read. It was the hint of spice that drew me in. I read the card and gathered the ingredients listed there:

2 tablespoons butter
2/3 cup evaporated milk
1 2/3 cups granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups miniature marshmallows
1 1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional)
3 1/8 ounces mexican chocolate, finely chopped (like Abuelita brand, one disc)

Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” played on the radio, the Christmas tree smell mixed with the aroma of chocolate, and the Christmas lights danced in the background.

First, I prepared an 8×8 baking pan by lining it with aluminum foil and spraying the foil with nonstick cooking spray. Then I chopped the chocolate disk.

Next I put the butter, milk, sugar, cinnamon, cayenne and salt in a medium saucepan and turned the fire to a medium-high setting. I stirred this and watched the sugar dissolve.

I picked up the recipe again and followed the directions to “bring the mixture to a boil. Continue to let the candy boil, stirring constantly, for five minutes.”

When the five minutes were up, I set the pan on a trivet on the counter. Next I opened the marshmallows and chocolate chips and measured them into the pan, Then I added the vanilla and mixed it until it was well blended..

I smoothed my apron and brushed away a stray lock of gray hair before I poured the chocolate into the pan. Finally, I sprinkled the Mexican chocolate on top of the still wet fudge..

I placed the fudge in the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of fresh eggnog. I poured some of the rich drink into a tall Christmas mug. I removed my apron and hung it on the hook inside the pantry and sat down at the kitchen table. I closed my eyes, lifted my glass, and said, “Mom, here’s to you and your lust for life! Thanks for all the Christmases that we shared and the memories that we made. May you enjoy a Christmas feast this year at the Lord’s dining room table.”

Written for Three Word Wednesday using week’s words:
hint, lust, sheen

Published in: on October 8, 2010 at 3:41 PM  Comments (9)  

Where Art Thou Muse….?

Today’s prompt for Carry On Tuesday is #73:

Where art thou Muse….?

All the students had left, it was my last class of the day – the last class before winter break.  I picked up my notes and placed them in my briefcase.  I turned to erase the words of Shakespeare that I had printed there when I heard her voice behind me.   I turned to face her and did a double-take.

“Professor, if you have a minute, please,” she spoke anxiously in a foreign and unfamiliar accent, “I need to speak with you.”

I continued to erase the board.  “Are you taking this class,” I asked, knowing full well she wasn’t.  Her beauty defied forgetting. 

Her emerald eyes locked onto mine.  “No,” was all she said.  But the tone told me that I wasn’t going to get any more information from her. 

“Walk” – my voice cracked in that funny way it does when I am flustered.  I coughed hoping she did not notice.  “Walk with me to my office,”  I said.  I closed my briefcase.  “How can I help you.”

“I” – she stammered, “I would prefer a conversation with you in private.”

Her words echoed in my ear like some forgotten dream.  Walking briskly in silence, her stride matching mine, I glanced at her from the corner of my eye.  The light fabric of her blue dress caressed her ivory skin in the warm  breeze as we crossed the lawn towards Thornton Hall.  

Her fiery red hair billowed out beneath the hood of her gray cotton cape which she wore despite the unseasonable warmth.  She looked so otherworldly that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she twirled into the air and flew beyond the campus tower.

We entered Thornton Hall and went up a flight of stairs to my office.  A note was taped to my door.  Without reading it, I quickly ripped it off and stuffed it in my pocket before I unlocked the door.  Pushing it open, I allowed her to enter and closed the door behind me. 

“Have a seat,” I said as I removed the pile of books from the seat in front of my desk.  The room quickly filled with the floral scent of her perfume.  I sat down at my desk and opened the mini fridge behind me.  “Care for a drink?”  I offered.  I pulled out two bottles of water. 

“Yes, thank you,” she said as she reached out to take the water.

She unscrewed the lid and removed her hood before she took a long drink. 

She set her bottle down on the desk and pulled out an envelope from her satchel and clasped it in her lap.  She closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. 

“Keith, I know you don’t remember me – it’s been a very long time.  But still I had hoped you would remember.  Somehow.”

I searched her face for a clue of some forgotten memory.  Her lip began to tremble and a tear rolled down her cheek.  “Even though I should have destroyed it,” her voice trailed off.  From the envelope she pulled out a photograph, yellow with age and placed it upon the desk in front of me.  I saw myself standing beside her on the porch of some old farmhouse.  “This isn’t me!”  I protested.  The age of the photograph was clearly older than myself and I had no memory of it.

I pushed the photograph back across the desk and shoved my fists into my pockets.  I reached up to run my hands through my hair when I saw the note that had been taped to the door fall to the floor. 

“Where art thou Muse  .  .  . ?”  was all that it said.  At first it had no meaning.   I bent down and retrieved it.  By the time I had returned to an upright position – a flood of memories of a lifetime ago washed over me. 

“Scarlet,” my voice sounded strange and far away.  A cool mist swirled all around and the world faded to black. 


Honest feedback-grammar Nazis welcomed!

Published in: on October 4, 2010 at 10:40 PM  Comments (8)  

Friday Fill~Ins


So…here we go!

1. My back __is old and tired___.

2. _I prefer tame to___ wild.

3. Leaves are falling all around, _drifting silently to the ground____.

4. __I hate to admit my___ forgetfulness.

5. Healing is __a gift from God.___

6. __Looking for that blessed hope___ is what I’ve been up to lately!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to __a brand new month___, tomorrow my plans include __cleaning___ and Sunday, I want to __be in the house of the Lord___!

Published in: on October 1, 2010 at 2:09 AM  Comments (1)  

Not Like the Others

Three Word Wednesday prompt –  engulf, imminent, tamper

Here’s my entry:

The feelings of doom began to engulf me as the imminent danger was ever-growing closer.  I knew someone had been trying to tamper with the evidence.  I could no longer trust any of my comrades.  I had before and I vowed I would not make that mistake again.  I walked out of the building trying to blend in with my surroundings.  I causally made my way to the bench beneath the huge oak tree.  Here, I would have the perfect view of the target.  A light breeze blew and a leaf fell from above and landed on my uniform.  I brushed it away and squinted into the afternoon sun. 

My patience paid off, the three of them came around the corner giggling like little school girls.  A piece of paper fell out of one of their pockets.  Was it a trap?  How much time should I wait to go over and retrieve it?  What if someone got there first?  A boy passed in front of me.  The paper was gone!  No, still there.  My pace quickened.  A bell rang in the distance.  “Come quickly children, ” a teacher cried.  Just a few more steps and I would have the paper in my hand.  I stumbled and fell. 

Icy fingers closed around my neck, “Come this way, young lady!  The bell rang.  It’s time to come in from recess,” Sister Mary said as she forced me back in line.  “I can’t imagine what goes on inside that head of hers,” I heard her say as she walked into the building. 

“She is not like the others.”

Sister Agnes sadly shakes her head in agreement.

Published in: on September 30, 2010 at 12:05 AM  Comments (6)  


Today’s prompt for Carry On Tuesday is #72 –

It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope

It started to rain as I looked out the window, my teddy bear snuggled tightly to my chest.  I looked up and down the street for the white Ford pickup with the dent in the driver’s side door. 

“Please, Daddy, come this time,”  I whisper.

I glanced down at my suitcase already packed and ready to go.  On top was a coloring page I had colored just for him.  It was a picture of a train all in blue, his favorite color. 

Splashing water unto the sidewalk is a red car . . . a blue van . . . a white truck-  no only a Suburban.

Mama tells me to come away from the window but I don’t want to.  It’s growing darker and the headlights blur in the distance.  The sounds of pans banging echo from the kitchen as Mama prepares dinner. 

“Honey, how ’bout some mac ‘n cheese?  Come away from the window and come help me set the table.” 

“Mama, he’s gonna come.  I don’t want to miss him!”

But Mama only gives me that look she does whenever we talk about Daddy.

I sit Teddy beside me and pretend to feed him some mac ‘n cheese.  I don’t feel much like eating.  Daddy is going to take me to McDonald’s and then we are going to go to his house and I’m going to put my train picture on his refrigerator.

Back at the window my eyes grow tired straining to see the white Ford.  I hear Mama in the other room and she’s on the phone.  She’s angry.  I wish she wouldn’t get so mad at him.  If she didn’t get so mad, maybe he wouldn’t have left. 

“Baby, come on and put your things away.  Daddy can’t make it today,” she says.  There are tears in her eyes. 

I hate her!  Why did she have to make him mad. 

“Want to watch a video?  We can pop some popcorn and cuddle on the sofa?” 
“I want my blanket” I say as I turn and run to my room.  I shut the door and throw myself on my bed and curl up with Teddy as tears stream down my face. 

My pillow is wet when I wake up the next morning.  It started out as a feeling which then grew into a hope.  I know he will come today, I tell myself.

Published in: on September 28, 2010 at 2:32 PM  Comments (7)  

Friday Fill-Ins


And…here we go!

1. Family – gives life meaning!_____

2. __With my decision-making, I tend to go___ back and forth.

3. I love a __good book, a cool breeze, and sand beneath my feet___.

4. __A sandwich___ makes a good meal.

5. I’ve got the _joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart . . .___

6. _Today I feel like pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point ___: wth!!!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to __rest___, tomorrow my plans include __a festival___ and Sunday, I want to __plan my week___!

Published in: on September 3, 2010 at 5:52 AM  Comments (5)  

Daybook August 29

FOR TODAY August 30, 2010. . .

Outside my window . . . .  Texas sunshine!

I am thinking . . . that I have a lot to do!

I am thankful for . . . my family!

From the learning rooms . . .  we are enjoying the first day of school!

From the kitchen . . . bean soup!

I am wearing . . . gray sweats – but light ones.

I am creating . . . a fun learning environment. 

I am going . . . to get healthy!

I am reading . . . The Crosswicks Journal – Book 1 by Madeleine L’Engle

I am wishing (praying/hoping). . . for a great school year!

I am hearing . . .  the ceiling fan.

Around the house . . .  I am so behind I may never catch up!

One of my favorite things . . . a goal accomplished!

A few plans for the rest of the week: school, school, and more school :). . .  

Here is a picture thought I am sharing . . .  

More August daybooks can be found at Peggy’s site The Simple Woman’s Daybook! 

Published in: on August 30, 2010 at 11:54 PM  Leave a Comment  

Friday Fill~Ins!


And…here we go!

1. You do your thing; I do mine and sometimes __I will wish you were here with me___.

2. _Counting carbs, it____ is what’s been on my mind on and off all day.

3. Remember when __I was young and so were you
and time stood still and love was all we knew

4. __Chocolate, writing, and reading___ are three of my favorite obsessions :-)

5. During the last year __of his life, he finally was able to find the courage to ask forgiveness as well as receive it.___

6. __Baby laughter___ puts a smile on my face.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to __planning the new school year___, tomorrow my plans include __cleaning___ and Sunday, I want to __celebrate my BIL’s birthday___!

Published in: on August 27, 2010 at 7:34 PM  Comments (2)  

Thursday 13 Sad Songs

Sad songs say so much.

Depression is the time machine that takes me back to the 70’s (late 60’s – early 80’s) to replay the sad songs in my memories. 

And the vinyl turns on .  .  .

1.  “Sister Golden Hair” – AMERICA
Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1975

       “.  .  . but I got so d-  depressed .  .  .”

2. “Make the World Go Away” – Elvis
Recorded by Elvis in 1970
Written by Hank Cochran in 1963

3.  “Good Ole Boys Like Me” – Don Williams 1980
 Written by: Bob Mcdill

4.  “If You Could Read My Mind” – Gordon Lightfoot
©1969 written by Gordon Lightfoot

5.  “Green, Green Grass of Home” –  Johnny Cash 1968
Written by Claude “Curly” Putman Jr

6.   “Candle in the Wind”  music by Elton John 
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin. It was originally written in 1973

7.   “Don’t Cry Joni” – Conway Twitty 1975
Written by Conway Twitty

8.  “Rainy Days and Mondays” – The Carpenters 1971
Written by Roger Nichols and Paul Williams

9.  “Wildfire” – Michael Martin Murphey
Written by Michael Martin Murphey and Larry Cansler in 1968

10.  “Tender Years” – John Cafferty & the Beaver Brown Band 1983
Written by Charley and Inez Foxx

11.  “Run Joey Run” – David Geddes 1975
Written by Paul Vance

12.  “Billy Don’t Be A Hero”  – Bo Donaldson 1974
Written by Mitch Murray and Peter Callander

13.  “Seasons in the Sun”  – Terry Jacks 1974
Written (sort of re-written from a French song) by Terry Jacks

Also could include others such as . . .
“I got a name” – Jim Croce 1973
“In the Ghetto” – Elvis 1969
Garden Party” – Ricky Nelson 1971

Sad Songs (Say So Much)
Music: Elton John
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin
Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it’s times like these when we all need to hear the radio
`Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know
Turn them on, turn them on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it’s easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
and it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say so much
© 1984 Big Pig Music Limited

More Thursday 13 posts here.

Published in: on August 26, 2010 at 7:17 PM  Comments (2)  

Thursday 13 Books

 Thursday 13 Bks Header from Samulli 

13 Books I’ve read in 2009: 

  1. The Last Safe Place on Earth – Richard Peck
    I enjoy Richard Peck, however I barely remember this one.  Seems like it was depressing.

  2. 1984 by George Orwell
    I had this on my reading list forever.  Now, I have to find the movie.  :)

  3. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
    Another book that was on my list forever. 

  4. The Duggars: 20 and Counting!: Raising One of America’s Largest Families–How they Do It by Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar.
    Very enjoyable!  I’ve always enjoyed stories about large families.

  5. In the House of my Bibi Growing up in Revolutionary Iranby Nastaran Kherad
    Very interesting.

  6. Driving with Dead People by Monica Holloway
    This was a sad depressing book. 

  7. Fat Girl: A True Story by Judith Moore
    Another sad and depressing read.

  8. Finally a Family by Jillian Hart
    his was pure drivil.  I had a hard time getting through it.  I read it to see if I could write something like this.  I think I would vomit on myself.  And yet, if the pay was right I could always get a bucket.

  9.  Rich Day, Poor Dad: What the Rich Teach Their Kids about Money – That the Poor and Middle Class Do Not by Robert T. Kiyosaki
  10. Front Porch Tales by Philip Gulley
    I needed something uplifting after all the depressing reads.  I would highly recommend this book!

  11. Grammar Girl’s Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing by Mignon Fogarty
    Loved this!  Love her!

  12. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
    Again, another on my “to read” list.  Highly overrated!
  13. Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life by Amy Krouse Rosenthal
    I discovered Amy after I found her book Cookies: Bite-Size Life Lessons for my children.  I enjoyed reading both books.  :)

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Published in: on September 17, 2009 at 7:47 PM  Comments (3)  

Friday Fill~Ins!


And…here we go!

1. He was a _what?____.

2. ____Cooler weather_______ is what I look forward to most this time of year.

3. My best friend ____is Jesus because He laid down His life for me._______.

4. _____I hate forwarded email unless it includes a personal message from the sender_______ to be honest with you.

5. Appearances can be ____frightening, especially my own first thing in the morning______.

6. The last person I gave a hug to was _____my child______.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to __rest___, tomorrow my plans include __a trip to the library___ and Sunday, I want to ___go to church__!

Published in: on August 28, 2009 at 2:34 AM  Comments (7)  

Thursday 13 “Back to School” Memories

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Going back to school was great for 13 reasons:

  1. Back to school shopping!
  2. New Big Chief tablets, new supplies and a cigar box and a tote bag (before kids needed huge “packpacks”) to put them in!
  3. New Beginnings!  Nothing better than a fresh start!
  4. The preparations the night before and all the anticipation!
  5. The aroma of: a newly opened box of crayons,chalk dust, and paste (and the yummy taste!  Oh, how I miss paste!) and purple ink from the ditto paper!
  6. Making new friends!
  7. Seeing old friends I hadn’t seen all summer!
  8. New shoes – the winter brown suede ones not the tennis shoes or flip flops (we called them something else in the midwest but it’s name has a different meaning today) we wore in the summer.
  9. New clothes (or “new” to us).  Of course it was still warm and there was no a/c when Mama would line us up and go through the fall/winter closet to try on the clothes hanging there.  We would dress and undress and the clothes would stick to our small sweaty bodies.  When our favorite outfit no longer fit we would try to convince Mama it did.  When a not-so-favorite  outfit did fit, we tried to convince her it did not.
  10. Being in a new classroom with a new teacher in a new grade!
  11. New lunch boxes packed with a special first day lunch – Spam!
  12. Coming home and telling my family all about my first day!
  13. And the promise of autumn!

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Published in: on August 27, 2009 at 3:06 AM  Comments (8)  

Back to School Monday Musing

The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead.  ~ Aristotle, 384 – 322 BC

The pupil who is never required to do what he cannot do, never does what he can do. ~ John Stuart Mill, 1806 – 1873

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Published in: on August 24, 2009 at 9:28 PM  Leave a Comment