Teen Angst Tuesday

Randomly stumbled onto this song through Pandora. So, I guess this isn't technically a poem, but I think I did state that song lyrics were welcome. Enjoy.

No Day But Today - RENT

"The heart may freeze or it can burn
The pain will ease if I can learn

There is no future
There is no past
Thank God this moment's not the last

There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret-- or life is yours to miss.
No other road
No other way
No day but today

There's only yes
Only tonight
We must let go
To know what is alright
No other course
No other way
No day but today

I can't control
My destiny
I trust my soul
My only hope
is just to be

There's only now
There's only here
Give in to love
Or live in fear
No other path
No other way
No day but today"

Teen Angst Tuesday

I'm not in the mood for poems today. So instead, I leave you with a quote. Enjoy.

"Today countries are concentrating too much on efforts and means to defend their borders. Yet these countries know so little about the poverty and suffering that make the human beings who live inside such borders feel so lonely!

If instead they would worry about giving these defenseless beings some food, some shelter, some healthcare, some clothes, it is undeniable that the world would be more peaceful and happy place to live. " - Mother Teresa

Teen Angst Tuesday

Crap! It's Teen Angst Tuesday, isn't it? Well, lucky for you I've suddenly got some time on my hands.

I really, really like japanese poetry. It's simple, beautiful, and oftentimes very elegant. I went on a search just now to try to find a poem that fit the bill. I found this instead, which really, fits my state of mind right now. Perfectly. Enjoy.

Kobayashi Issa

Pissing In The Snow

Pissing in the snow
outside my door--
it makes a very straight hole.

Update

So here's a cute little update for you on the Oregon saga. Pete was suppose to pick up his check at 7 a.m. and come home. It is now 9:30 am. Which means they asked him to work. Which means we won't be leaving today. Which means I ran around yesterday and this morning for nothing. Which means that my HEAD IS GOING TO EXPODE at any minute.

Oregon bound

Yesterday was spent running around like a chicken with my head cut off. So it's no surprise that today I feel worthless, which sucks because I have just as much to do today as I did yesterday.

My darling husband informed me yesterday morning that we would be leaving for Oregon today instead of Saturday. Assuming my math is correct, and I really shouldn't because my math is TERRIBLE. That leaves me one day to get ready for a week long vacation instead of five.

I have a million and three things to do this morning before Pete gets home, which could be at ANY time. You'd think I'd be doing them, right? Well, wrong. I'm sitting at the computer, instead. Obviously I have my priorities in order.

And with that incredibly random and awkward post, I leave you, darling chickens. I'll let you know if we make it to the in-laws in one piece. Which is sorta sketchy at this point because Pete is definitely on my S list right now.

Happy Mother's Day!

In honor of Mother's Day I offer to you the best advice my mom ever gave me. Ready?

Always pack an extra pair of underwear.

Your welcome! Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful moms out there!

An open letter to my dad.

Dear Dad,

You know I love you, good grief. You're one of my most favorite people on this planet. Growing up you were the absolute best. True story. I have various friends who would gladly vouch for me...With that said...

Dad, dad, dad. Listen. I completely understand that making drinks is not an art form. I do. Truly. And your effort at making Margaritas tonight deserves no less than an A. I mean that, Dad. From the bottom of my heart. So when you told me that you made a (valiant, really and truly) effort to water these down with Margarita mix I believed you, Dad. I believed you because I've never known you to lie. And it's not that I think you lied, Dad. Oh no, I saw the truth in your eyes when you said those words. I know now that you honestly believed it yourself. But lie you did, Dad. I was shnockered within the first few sips. And I don't use that word lightly, Dad. When I say it, I mean it. So, with nothing but love in my heart I say to you of your effort to make, "watered down margaritas" was an epic fail. Epic. Fail.

But dad? Rest assured that all was not wasted. They were delicioussssss.