tomorrow a new point of view…

today is poem in your pocket day at our school in celebration of national poetry month. the whole school walks around with poems in their pockets waiting for someone to ask them to share. it’s very cute. it can be poems they have made up or poems they have read. i chose:

Sick
by Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

here are a couple of poems my class wrote about volcanoes:

river of fire :: a haiku poem

flowing gently on
trickling without boundary
a peaceful killer

volcano :: a cinoquain poem

always changing
shaking, spewing, erupting
volent, exciting, awing, amazing
mountain

Volcanoes :: a haiku poem

Volcanoes are mean,
squirting lava rapidly,
almost hitting me.

that was obviously taken from home alone. allie may be the only one to get it.

jasen is off to vegas to live it up…and i am at home this weekend alone. HOWEVER…i am happy to have an amanda weekend and do whatever i want! on the list:

my reads :: twilight: breaking dawn and jane austen’s pride and prejudice.

i watch :: target 3 disc edition of twilight

i run.

i eat cupcakes at a cupcake party.

and will miss my husband. but i will try and manage…some how.

i am important, and very, very, very interesting. maybe? i would like to think so. 

did anyone see “he’s just not that into you?” don’t. if you haven’t. however…ever since opening my twitter account i have had the line drew barrymore’s character says stuck in my head.

“I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”

(i found the quote online…i didn’t memorize it…however…that would be amazing if did.)

why do we feel better about having as many “followers”, “friends” or “stats” as possible? can’t we just say i write, or tweet for me…and that’s it? after talking with chris…i decided technology can be very dramatic, and rejecting. why does it have to be this way? does anyone else feel this way sometimes?

here is the new desktop i found tonight. i think it suits well with the mood i feel. the girl has sad lips but her eyes seem a little hopeful. i think that is how i feel right now. sad but still hopeful. the stresses of racing, training, working, and moving have started to wear its toll.

this girl seems to be intrigued by this little bird. i want a little bird to tell me something hopeful too.