My zombie reading dogs.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Nothing like a good book...
I was catching up on my goal to read all the Newbery books when I caught my dogs reading Kate DiCamillo's new middle grade novel.
Truckers Can Earn Big Bucks in Texas...
No better time to take a photo than when you're driving right?
But I've been having a hard time finding a job since we've moved to Texas
and earning forty cents (obviously the company meant per mile) pays more than blogging.
Feeling Blue...
Do It Ourselves Project
Over Lucy's spring break, our family installed outside lights and wired the attic for a security system.
On the second day of pulling wires, Lucy fell through the garage.
Never a dull moment in the Texan Woods.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
I love Lucy!
Didn't mean to be depressing in my last post...
I found my yellow crayon today. Thus the reason for my post. I've been busy purging old photos and documents I'd like to delete from my computer. Things I feel are important or funny, but not important enough to clog up my hard drive. So where is the next best place to put them? On the infinite, internet super highway, that's where.
PRIMARY COLORS
I wrote the following poem for a an Equinox party one of my California critique buddies hosted. To me it expresses what life is like for a bipolar personality.
Red is...
Blue is...
Jeans
Red is...
Passion
Love
Heart
Blood
Hot
Spicy
Sassy
Selfish
Fire
Anger
Hate
Madness
Me
Blue is...
Jeans
Sky
Water
Ice
Cold
Weakness
Sadness
Self-pity
Therapy
Medication
Pain
Yellow is:
Light
Sunshine
Smile
Gold
Happiness
Stars
Wishing
Fleeting
I’ve lost my yellow crayon.
Without it, I cannot draw a rainbow.
With my two crayons, I make purple and create a bruise.
I hide it from the world, but it’s always there.
Mixing up the red and blue. No yellow to prove it’s healing.
I hate blue, so I draw a river with my red crayon.
I want the river to flow until the blue is washed away…
Forever.
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