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Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far.  Far, far away from here. 

Can you name that movie?  Sometimes this is all I say too. 
I long to be a goose. 
Okay, no snide remarks necessary.  But I envy the geese this time of year.  They just know where to go.  They don’t weigh the pros and cons of their decisions.  They don’t look at a budget.  They don’t talk to a psychologist.  They just do what needs to be done to survive.  Simple, really.

I hear the geese honking, and it makes my heart happy.  They remind me that life keeps on keeping on.  Seasons change. The sun comes up, and hurries back around to do it again.  We are all just in a great big circle or a great big cycle, or a great big…..well whatever.

The geese are leaving to go to their winter homes. They’ll get to their sunny destination and wear bermuda shorts and sunglasses, lay on lawn chairs, and drink fancy little drinks with umbrella straws. We’ll stay here and forge the long cold winter, endure the icy winds that cut to the bone, and the layers and layers of clothes.

I learned about migrating geese and the formation they fly once upon a time in the oddest of places.  A math meeting.  I was assigned to be on a math team to represent co-workers and help make the oh-so-important math decisions that invariably are shoved into a manilla folder and not implemented.  The first meeting was a complete waste of time.  They taught us how the geese fly.  I sat there madder than a hornet, checking off the list in my head of all the things I needed to be doing, would rather be doing, and should be doing, while appearing thoroughly engaged in conversation.  (It’s a gift of mine)  And now, here I am,  7 years later remembering the story. 

Things I remember about geese:
1.  They honk loudly to encourage each other.
2.  They take turns being the V leader.
3.  If another goose gets hurt and needs to fall out of formation, 2 other birds go with him and wait until he recovers or dies, then find another flock to travel with.
4. Each bird flys slightly higher then the one behind to create a draft to help lift and carry the others along.

What lessons can we learn from these birds of a feather?

1.  Maybe we should encourage others during their journey.
2.  Maybe we should take the lead on occasion to give others a break.
3.  Maybe if we see someone struggling, we should stop and help them out, until they can carry on.

Or…..

Maybe we should all buy shotguns and shoot the
noisy *@&!**@%

Whatever makes the world a better place.

Hey, it’s Thursday.
If you stand on your tiptoes, you can see the weekend from here.

Love and peace,
(and geese)
Angel

FOR TODAY

November 18, 2009

Outside my window…the stars are beginning to fade in

I am thinking…I CAN do it, I can complete a half marathon.

I am thankful for…my abilities.

From the kitchen…White Almond Cake and a glass of whole milk.

I am wearing…gray sweats, a NASA sweatshirt from my brother Stan, and white socks.

I am creating…a list of want-to’s.

I am going…to stop letting little things eat at my insides.

I am reading…It’s Tough Being A Woman, a study of Esther, and To The Nines by Janet Evanovich

I am hoping…for the right turns in life.

I am hearing…the ice cream truck. What!? It’s November.

Around the house…nothing is stirring.

One of my favorite things…is happening right now.

A few plans for the rest of the week: practice piano, go to Bible Study, clean the house well.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing….Reminds me of a couple people I know…..hehe

This journal entry is from
http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

This is a site called wordle.net
You can put in some text, and the words that are used more often, show up bigger. This is my story Doggie Went A Courtin’

This one is of my blog.
Click on randomize and it will change it up for you.

Have a good Saturday. We’re off to the Ranch Rodeo.

I sit on a yellow, exercise ball at my computer desk.  I thought that was what they were for.  God forbid I exercise with it.  It has lost quite a bit of air lately and so my chin is practically resting on the desk now, and my arms are nearly above my head trying to type.  So, I got a barstool.  I tried that, but my knees are hitting the edge of the desk and I have to rest on my elbows to see the screen.  Because Jason is out wrangling bulls or something, I needed to take charge of this situation.  Being the oh-so-capable-of-anything woman that I am, I went to the garage to find a tool to wedge out the little white plastic doo hickey that holds the air in my exercise ball.  I settled on a screwdriver.  I searched for the air pump for 15 minutes and finally found it under the couch.  I dusted off the cobwebs and I proceeded to air up my exercise ball with a hand pump.  My right arm got a muscle cramp, I switched arms, my left arm got a muscle cramp, (didn’t know I was ambidextrous did ya?) I stopped to mop the sweat from my brow and gasp for breath while air slowly seeped back out of the ball.  I repeated this process seventeen times.  Eventually I gave up, and plugged the ball back up, and am sitting on a nearly deflated yellow exercise ball with my chin resting on my desk while I type this.   I was going to write a blog  much more interesting than this, but after this whole ordeal, I’ve completely forgot what I had in mind and if I remembered, I don’t have the energy to care.  I think I’ll go get drunk now.

Remember this?
http://www.youtube.com/v/0UYvsk6_foc&hl=en&fs=1&
Ashlynn says two hundred ten.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane. Halloweens of the past.  Ashlynn loves to get dressed up.  I’m not sure when she started liking it, because her first year, she was not too pleasant.

I’ve recently learned how to imbed youtube videos in my blog.  I know you’re impressed.  Well get impressed with this!

http://www.youtube.com/v/bKZEP-xruH4&hl=en&fs=1&
Is your mind boggled? 
My principal found this quote.
“The illiterate of today are not those who can’t read and write, but instead those you can’t learn, unlearn, and relearn.”
The times, they are a changin’
Is it good?
Or not?
Remember The Shawshank Redemption.  Oh, it’s one of my favorites.  The old man Brooks gets paroled  after spending most of his life in the penitentiary.  He writes this letter.
“Dear fellas, I can’t believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they’re everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called “The Brewer”. And a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It’s hard work and I try to keep up but my hands hurt most of the time. I don’t think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is he’s okay and makin’ new friends. I have trouble sleepin’ at night. I have bad dreams like I’m falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun, an, an rob the Foodway so they’d send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I’m too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don’t like it here. I’m tired of being afraid all the time. I’ve decided not to stay. I doubt they’ll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.

[carves “Brooks was here” into wood. Admires his work for a moment. Then kicks out the table beneath him and hangs himself]

Yes, the world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.

We had a vocabulary parade at school today.  Never heard of it huh?  Well in honor of our visiting author (my favorite day)  Debra Frasier, http://www.debrafrasier.com/, we had a vocabulary parade.  In Debra Frasier’s book, Miss Allaneous, they have a parade of words where each child dons a costume depicting the meaning of a word.   Our principal is a word connoisseur and decided that this would be just dandy.  She also thought that all the lady teachers should pick mis words and the male teachers should pick mister or sir words.  Are you following me?  We only have two male teachers, so they chose mystery and surplus.  Very clever.  My word was misnomer.  I thought it worked well.

*****

October’s Party

George Cooper

October gave a party;

The leaves by hundreds came-

The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,

And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,

And everything was grand,

Miss Weather led the dancing,

Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,

The Oaks in crimson dressed;

The lovely Misses Maple

In scarlet looked their best;

All balanced to their partners,

And gaily fluttered by;

The sight was like a rainbow

New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,

At hide-and-seek they played,

The party closed at sundown,

And everybody stayed.

Professor Wind played louder;

They flew along the ground;

And then the party ended

In jolly “hands around.”
 
I borrowed (stole) this poem from another blog I read.  http://www.misboshay.blogspot.com/
She has a great little blog about photography, knitting, and her family.
 
Hope you’ve had a Happy October!

My favorite sister Jolea, well my only sister Jolea, well my only sister period.   BUT, she’d still be my favorite if I had more to choose from. 

Yeah, I thought so.