Twas the night before Christmas when all through the basement,
Not a creature was stirring, nor making a statement.
The stockings were hung by the piano with joy,
In hopes that ol’ Santy Claus soon would bring toys.
The children were nestled all snug in their sleeping bags,
While visions of Buddy the Elf eating syrup spaghetti made them all gag.
And the girls in their red nightrobes and the parents in theirs of blue,
Had just settled their brains for a short Christmas snooze.
When out on the lawn there arose a cry from the pups,
I sprang from the bag to see what was up. Continue reading “Twas the Night Before Christmas…at My House”
Once upon a time, in a land far far away…there was…well…there was this lobster named Lobbie. And he walked into the lobby of a library. Up to the librarian’s desk. Which is where the librarian should have been. But she wasn’t. So…he didn’t know what to do. After contemplating his dilemma, he picked up his briefcase that was filled with…gumballs…and started walking around, looking for the librarian. Needing something to energize him, he opened his briefcase, took out three gumballs, and put them in his mouth. And he started looking for the librarian. He walked up the stairs! And down the hall! And in between the bookshelves! But she wasn’t there! Feeling out of breath, he decided to take the elevator to go back downstairs…and check his e-mail while he waited for the librarian. But alas! Continue reading “Lobbie the Lobster Goes to the Library: An Original Lobster Tale”
My previous blog referring to Neverland, which I wrote over 8 years ago, has been on my mind as I recently celebrated my 30th birthday. I have been dreading leaving my twenties for YEARS. While I love birthdays, I do not love getting older. Most people have been telling me, “You still look so young. What’s the big deal?” My answer is…time is a big deal. While I have experienced so much, I often feel depressed about aging. Thirty years sounds like a long time, but to me it went by too quickly. I can only imagine that thirty more years will seem to slip away even faster. “I suppose it’s like the ticking crocodile, isn’t it? Time is chasing after all of us.” Many days I wish I could be Wendy…with just a little golden pixie dust from Peter Pan, I could fly away to Neverland and make the choice to not grow up. Continue reading “Let’s Make Neverland a Possibility, Part 2”
“Here we go, off to Neverland!” A snow day means there is a lot of snow outside. So much snow, that it also means there is no school inside. So my sisters and I spent the afternoon outside with the snow, instead of inside at school. We got out our wooden sleds and headed off for a day of fun, adventure, and…flying? We started out at the top of the world and then ended up at the bottom of the world. Actually it was just the bottom of the hill. But. It seemed more dramatic at the time. I felt like Wendy from Peter Pan after he gives her some golden pixie dust and she flies for the first time. There we were: arms in the air, and then…Whoosh! Down the hill we went! Continue reading “Let’s Make Neverland a Possibility, Part 1”
I love to play the piano. I play the piano at our house with frequency. But sometimes. People at my house just don’t want me to play. I walk into the living room and sit down. I play two notes but then get shot down, which really puts a damper on my spirits. Sometimes, I…ever so slowly…so as not to cause a commotion…walk into the living room and don’t even make it to the piano bench before I hear someone from the kitchen say the phrase in an annoyed tone, “No! Not right now, Mal!” So. I get frustrated that I must refrain from playing. And it makes me want to just run in there and hit the keys in anger. Playing the piano is an outlet for my soul. Continue reading “The Plight of the Musically Inclined”
So I heard a story not too long ago, about someone who was being chased by a bear. Now, if you were in harms way because of a bear, and you had a firearm in your possession, the thing to do…would be to shoot it. Right? Well, this person shot the bear…and it died. And this person…was arrested! For saving his own life! Things didn’t turn out the way he thought they would at all! The bear was supposedly an endangered species. I’m sure the guy was probably thinking, “Hey! I was an endangered person! One of us had to go!” He obviously didn’t want it to be himself. “No, I don’t hate you, Mr. Bear, and I don’t wanna fight you…but you took this too far!” Continue reading “Which to Bury, Us or the Bear?”
Once upon a time…there was this kid. Who went on a youth trip with his youth group in a van driven by his youth pastor. And. The youth pastor stopped the van at a gas station, in order to buy gas for the van. So. The kid. It was just one kid. With his youth group. The kid decided to go inside…and buy himself a snack. So he walked down the whole 3 aisles in that gas station…because he wanted to find the best snack he could find. So the kid, I don’t really know what was going on in his mind, but he…well…he picked up a boxed snack…and bought it. Because he definitely did not believe in stealing. Continue reading “Baker’s Chocolate…A Snack for the Average Consumer?”