Okay...after running out to the garage, here's what we got:
1. Various receipts from the Food Pavilion (where I work)
2. LOTS of pens (as a DOL Subagent, I have to have pens on hand for people to sign stuff...and my boss always STEALS MINE!!!!)
3. A baby blanket that I need to send off to a friend.
4. My nephew Mark's car seat.
5. My "bro" (actually cousin), Jeremy's hair brush (don't ask me, I have NO idea why it's out there)
6. My "Working Class Dog" cd by the one, the only Rick Springfield.
7. Jeremy's "Dancing With The Stars Megamix" cd he made on his computer.
8. My green apron from the FP.
9. A cup from Burger King with watery Coke in the bottom.
10. Some straws, also from BK.
11. A pair of Mark's socks.
12. Lastly, 4 quarters. I found 'em, they're mine now!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Soldiers I Know
Since tomorrow is Memorial Day, I've been thinking a lot about soldier I know.
I've had quite a few friends go into the military. Currently, my friends Jimmy and Chris are serving their country, Jimmy in the Navy and Chris in the Army.
I don't mind saying...I'm scared for them, especially Chris. He and his high school sweetheart, Arica, are married and she's pregnant with a boy. From what I've heard, he's going to have to deploy to Iraq at some point. Jimmy is a mess hall cook so hopefully, he'll be safer.
Also, someone else I think about around Memorial Day is my Opa Joe. He is originally from Croatia, but he chose to serve in the Army during the Korean War. His feet are still messed up to this day from his service, but he doesn't complain about it.
I admire all of them and so I can only say...
Thank you, Jimmy. You were always the class clown and made everybody laugh and I bet you're still making people laugh when you serve them food.
Thank you, Chris. You were one of my best friends in high school and were willing to stand up for anybody. I'm going to be praying when you go over.
And thank you, Opa Joe. I know you shrug your service off, but nobody forced you to do it, and I'm proud to be your granddaughter.
I've had quite a few friends go into the military. Currently, my friends Jimmy and Chris are serving their country, Jimmy in the Navy and Chris in the Army.
I don't mind saying...I'm scared for them, especially Chris. He and his high school sweetheart, Arica, are married and she's pregnant with a boy. From what I've heard, he's going to have to deploy to Iraq at some point. Jimmy is a mess hall cook so hopefully, he'll be safer.
Also, someone else I think about around Memorial Day is my Opa Joe. He is originally from Croatia, but he chose to serve in the Army during the Korean War. His feet are still messed up to this day from his service, but he doesn't complain about it.
I admire all of them and so I can only say...
Thank you, Jimmy. You were always the class clown and made everybody laugh and I bet you're still making people laugh when you serve them food.
Thank you, Chris. You were one of my best friends in high school and were willing to stand up for anybody. I'm going to be praying when you go over.
And thank you, Opa Joe. I know you shrug your service off, but nobody forced you to do it, and I'm proud to be your granddaughter.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
"Seeing The Sea"
(This is a poem I wrote soon after moving to Washington. We live on the very western coast and the ocean is very close.)
The waves stretch out before my weary eyes,
A line of blue that never stops moving.
The sun beams down, rays of yellow light
That become clear as diamonds when they hit the top of the sea.
I have never seen anything like this before,
I, a child of mountains and flatlands.
The sea has always been a mystery to me,
Not something that I would expect to be living near.
The air is cooler here, the musk of salt ever present in the air
As I sit on my driftwood seat, a log from somewhere far away.
The sun is warm on my face, but it doesn't burn my dark head
Like it would ordinarily do at home.
The colors shift and change as the water ebbs in and out.
I smile at the chatter of the sea gulls and the exasperated shouts of fisherman.
Uncertainty drains away from me until I am truly at rest
For the first time in many moons.
I know where I must live to have my peace.
I must live seeing the ocean.
The waves stretch out before my weary eyes,
A line of blue that never stops moving.
The sun beams down, rays of yellow light
That become clear as diamonds when they hit the top of the sea.
I have never seen anything like this before,
I, a child of mountains and flatlands.
The sea has always been a mystery to me,
Not something that I would expect to be living near.
The air is cooler here, the musk of salt ever present in the air
As I sit on my driftwood seat, a log from somewhere far away.
The sun is warm on my face, but it doesn't burn my dark head
Like it would ordinarily do at home.
The colors shift and change as the water ebbs in and out.
I smile at the chatter of the sea gulls and the exasperated shouts of fisherman.
Uncertainty drains away from me until I am truly at rest
For the first time in many moons.
I know where I must live to have my peace.
I must live seeing the ocean.
Friday, May 23, 2008
First Blog
Hello fellow bloggers! Have you ever had someone dare you to do something, then regretted it? I had one of those moments tonight and boy, do I ever feel like a stooge! I'm a pretty smart person but this friend of mine really took me for a ride and I hope that what I did won't get back to someone I rather admire. Guess I just have to wait and see how things turn out, I suppose.
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