Looks like I need another cookie
I have a perfect snack, you see,
a snack in right in front of me.
Some milk and a homemade cookie.
A cookie made deliciously.
Don’t drink the milk speedily
keep it even as can be.
It can get a little tricky
to finish them jointly
my milk and yummy cookie.
© 2013 ck’s days
This has been a busy month. Busy being schooled that is. Here are the 3 great life lessons I learned within the past month:
1) you’re going to ruffle some feathers so get over it
2) some of your mistakes will affect other people so forgive yourself
3) it’s not always fun to watch your team in the Super Bowl so switch the channel
Excitement in the air –
my team gets to play.
All season long they fought
and made it to the big day.
I wanted a snack. Preferably a sweet treat. This is odd for me, I rarely crave anything sweet. But every once in awhile I do. Sometimes, not very often, I even get a hankering for chocolate. But this night, I just wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.
The problem: I don’t stock up on goodies because I don’t eat them fast enough.
Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota. It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up. It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story. So I decided to prove it. The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving. Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts? Hmmm. Continue reading
Every single Monday
should be a holiday.
Then nobody
would dread a Monday.
Of course,
the evil day
would then be
those darn Tuesdays.
Coworkers
would ask you –
is it a case
of the Tuesday blues?
And I’m sure
we would get greedy –
four days off
sound better than just three.
So why not
include Friday?
Yeah, the weekend will be
Friday through Monday.
And Tuesdays
will have the Tuesday blues.
A three day work schedule
for me – how about you?
And that my friend
is why every Monday
cannot always be
a blessed holiday.
© 2013 ck’s days
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I’m not into the Olympics. This will become painfully obvious the more you read this post.
I’m barely aware of the fact the Winter Olympics will soon start in Russia. I’ll become aware of it when the games start to preempt my television shows.
So when NyQuil started running commercials featuring Ted Ligety I giggled.
When did the Olympics begin allowing Dr. Seuss characters to compete? How many times will announcers say something such as “Ligety lickety-split!”? Or “Ligety – lookity him go!”?
Surely, it’s not just me.
It’s probably just me, isnt’ it?
Sometimes ignorance provides the most fun.
On November 17, I received a different calling in church. Callings are responsibilities and assignments. It’s our opportunity to serve in church. I found out about the change on October 25 – right before I left town for the weekend. It was a long drive to Manti. To eliminate gossip I couldn’t tell anyone the news quite yet. And I didn’t. It about killed me. Okay, not really. Just being dramatic.
I’m not a good secret keeper and if anyone paid attention to my Facebook fan page they would have known the secret.
First, I served in my old calling for 4.5 years. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t make a full 5 years. This was the first inclination change was a coming for little old me. I felt sad to leave my girls.
I told you I’m dramatic.
As I waited for it all to become official, I had many mixed emotions. Sad to be leaving. Excited to be starting. Nervous to be doing. That kind of thing.
That’s when I reshared this gem. To be honest though, I’ve shared this one before so this may have been overlooked as a secret slip.
That has been my theme song. You know, in a religious sense. I felt I had done all I could do. There was nothing more to give. I could detect some backsliding happening. For the benefit of the young women, it was time for me to move on.
So, my last post reflected the future. The unknown. What soon approached.
Okay, not all of this song applies to me. I kind of had to change it to “Journey coming to pass” to make it a little more applicable. But that first line kept ringing through my head. I needed courage. I still need courage because I’m not a very courageous person.
So, I’m not the best secret keeper. Luckily nobody cracked my sophisticated code.
I could not get to sleep,
I could not sleep, boo-hoo-hoo.
I could not get to sleep
so after night number two
I went to extremes
I dug out my old rocking chair
from storage in the extra room
I kinda keep old clothes there.
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