Monday, July 30, 2012

Everyone should...

Let's face it..we are only here for a short amount of time. No matter how long we think we should be allowed to cruise around the Earth, the man upstairs has other plans. He watches out for us from the time we are just a twinkle in our father's eye. He guides us to become the fine men and women that we are. He never gives us more then we can handle, although sometimes it feels that He does. Some where along the path of life, whether it be a uphill climb or a smooth straight away, we make mental notes in our head of things we are going to do before we pass on. I believe Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson call this the "bucket list". Everyone has one and if you don't you need one. I have a very teeny, tiny one. So far some of the "drops" in the bucket have been crossed off. Anyway here are a list of some things I think everyone should have on their "bucket list".  

  • Buy a brand new car I said brand new,not brand new used to me.
  • Hold hands with your honey in the car just like you're two teenagers 
  • Make out in the car with your honey in the drive way I'm sure a lot of small children are products of this going to far when their parents were checking off their list
  • Go on an expensive vacation
  • Donate clothes to the Goodwill or Salvation Army Do it, instead of throwing clothes away
  • Teach your children all of the songs you knew in grade school This includes all the Miss Suzy ones with the swear words
  • Learn your grandmother's recipes They may not taste the same at first but that's not the point 
  • Buy something insanely expensive that you really don't need This does not include the brand new car
  • Eat sweets that you enjoy This includes the Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen
This list is short but it hits home for a lot of us. Take my list and make it your own. Learn to appreciate the little things in life. Who says you have to do all the things on your list, but you should at least get to few. Remember: When we are gone, our memory carries on. Make your list and let someone carry your memory on.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Ode to My Curls..

Oh curly hair on my head,
You are not very pretty when I get out of bed.
Some of you are flat and some of you stick out;
There are days you will not go into a pony and make me want to shout.
I mousse you, and spray you to stay into place,
Mostly so you don't fall in my face.
By the end of the day you seem to fall limp,
But days when the weather is humid, you blow up like a blimp.
I should be thankful that I am not bald,
Or that I look like I have been mauled.
For thirty-three years I have lived with your mess,
You can't even be still when I am wearing a dress.
I was forced to keep you short when I was little,
For fear that you would become frizzy and brittle.
Around fifth grade I decided to let you get long,
Even though I was warned that you would not become very strong.
You grew and you grew all down my head,
I could even get tangled when I slept in my bed.
I was into my twenties when I dared to give you a cut,
It took me this long to work up the guts.
Off the beauty shop and into the chair.
Soon there I sat with so little hair.
My head felt colder,
I had left the long hair behind so I could look older.
Soon I met a boy who loved all my curls.
He acted like I had given him the world.
He likes to touch them and make them spring,
Wrapped around his finger, they do most anything.
They tickle his nose when I lay on his chest,
For watching TV, this is the best.
I never knew how much you would do to a man,
But now I know all along you had a plan.
You brought me to a place,
Sometimes I think by heaven's grace.
Here is a someone who can put up with you,
And me too.
So to you my curls, I must say
As much as you pest me and there are days I wish you would go away,
I love you with all that I have in my heart.
Even though some days taming you is an art. 
My life has changed since he wants us to stay,
I will never again straighten you to make it go away.
Even when I am eighty, and you will be gray,
I hope that he will still try and play,
With you on his finger the way that he does now.
For then I will know that I have been given a gift,
You, curls, will always be there when I need a lift.
You have brought me a man that I adore,
Together, you, me and him will be forever more.