Monday, October 19, 2009

A Beautiful Poem:


Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Strive to be happy.

"The Author: Originally attributed to an unknown author and found in
Old Saint Paul's Church, Baltimore, U.S.A.Dated 1692
I've received the following e-mail stating otherwise. Regardless of it's source, it's the words that really matter to us.
The e-mail " From this web site : I believe this to be among the best of poetry, though one person in my life comes close. I enjoy his muse.

Have a wonderful day.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I wonder...

Have you read this?

I wonder how accurate people believe this post is. Judging by the lackadaisical way the post is written, it could be that the person writing it believes in alien space craft, but where's the "Headline News" story that corroborates the claim?

I'd like to believe that we aren't alone in the universe, but ... well ...

Show me the proof. Where did the "research" come from? Heinlein? Moore?

Come on folks, get real. Life isn't like a romance novel, therefore it can't be like a science fiction novel either. (***psst... that's why they call it fiction***)


Thursday, October 8, 2009

J's Rock

My daughter J got a rock one day; I found it as I was rummaging through a junk drawer looking for a 5/8ths drill bit. It was just there, for what reason I can't recall. An odd little oval shaped thing with no character to speak of. Kind of small, gray, and dull, to me any way. My little J was so excited she squealed. "Tee my wrock Papa?" She giggled to my dad.
He seemed quite impressed, as was my mom and nearly everyone else. I couldn't see why. I felt like a mean mom for wondering why everybody else understood but me. I didn't say anything to her, but I watched.
We went to the store to get some milk for breakfast. J took her rock along. She showed everyone. Some people smiled at her, others ignored her entirely, and a few stopped to see it and tell her how wonderful it was.
One woman told her it was "pretty" and I thought to myself, why tell her that? It's just an ugly rock. Another woman stopped and said, "Can I have the rock sweetie?"J looked very sad and stared at her rock, but she handed it to the woman. Thankfully, the woman didn't keep it, but gave it back after a few seconds."Teeteu!" J said happily, as she hugged it to her heart. "’tis is my wrock."She kept that rock in her fist or in her pocket all day, taking it out to cradle it and hug it.
I was amazed at her dedication to such a humble little thing. She scarcely has the patience to watch her favorite TV program, but the rock inspired total devotion in my child.
At night, J put the rock under the edge of her pillow to keep it safe. It fell off the bed and chipped off a tiny piece, lying there until she got up and found it the next day. She toted it around as she had the day before.After a while, she brought it to me. "Tee my rock Mama?" She smiled at me with that incredible little face, you know the kind, the melt your heart; turn your knees to butter, incredible throat constricting joy of your life face.
I took the rock, determined to see the beauty in it. I found the chipped place and was astonished to see a fire flecked pool of milky white shining from that ordinary pebble. It was an opal. My little girl had fallen in love with an ordinary, dirty, humble, little stone and it turned out to be a nearly flawless creamy opal.
As I handed it back to her, I had to wonder how many other ugly stones in my life were actually opals in disguise. I remember another rock I stuffed away in a drawer somewhere. Humble, serene, temperate, and compassionate. His name was Jesus and he was far more beautiful inside than an opal could ever be. I have much to rethink in my life. Thank you, J.

Friday, September 11, 2009


There is so much that could be said, but I haven't the words.

Simply put, we continue to mourn our losses and comfort each other, all while shaking our fist in the face of tyranny and leading terrorists into the flames where they belong.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Changing times

Have you ever had a job that you simply loved? Some where you wanted to be? Doing exactly what you most enjoyed doing?

I have. I do right now.

The problem is, when you get a gung ho newbie in the building as your boss and he wants to "re-vamp" the process. That's where I am now.

The new guy wants to re-process the way things are. He wants to mess up all the progress, and make it fit his "vision" of the way things should be. I'm frustrated and angry.

I'm seriously considering going elsewhere, but then I think about how much I love my job.

Little Tombs is fiddling with the perfection of my existence, and I'm not sure what to do.

I want to keep doing my job, I want to be happy doing my job, and I want to slap the silly "two-faced" smile right off his fatuous face.

I am not giving up. I refuse to bow in the face if tyranny! lol
Sheesh Syringa, you are pissy today.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

my very own Meme

Well, what is a meme? Not a clue and too lazy to look it up, but now that my friend G-man has tagged me, I suppose I'll give it a shot.

this is the list I'll be using:

1.) Home

2.) Dogs

3.) Fears

4.) Pet Peeves

5.) Movies

6.) Hobbies

7.) Odd Food Preferences

I took off the last one, 8.) Political Concerns, because I'm not interested in Politics. Not at all, not in the slightest, zip, zilch, nada.

1.) Home

My home life is wonderful. I have three awesome children, one of which is all grown up and moved out. My other two are separated in age by nearly 11 years, crazy, wonderful, and totally unique.

I have two cats, no I'm not a cat fan, but my kids needed to learn how to care for helpless things and the cats were my route to teach them.

I live in a small town that I consider home, as opposed to other places I have lived that I considered temporary houses.

I have good friends that I consider to be the highlight of my middle age. Some of which are very close, and others are "outdoor" friends.

I have a job that I love, I enjoy it to the point that I look forward to getting up in the morning, just to get to work early. I enjoy my co-workers, the daily tasks, the random changes, and the opportunity to learn new things.

Home is great, wonderful children, no man/father figure, just happy us. But some times I wish... (nope, not gonna happen.)

2.) Dogs

I prefer dogs as pets, over cats, but living in a small apartment I am less able to have a dog. I've had some amazing dogs through out my life, ranging from American Eskimos to Pomeranians. I liked the Eskie best.

3.) Fears

I have a few fears. Mostly I fear failing my kids, my family, my friends, and my parents.

I'm afraid of change, which is why I embrace it every chance I get. I believe that giving in to your fears only increases them, and I'm not about to let a little mental challenge get in the way of something I want to do.

I'm afraid to let people get close to me, having been battered and abused in my earlier life. I'm afraid to love anyone, except my children and my family. I'm working on that one. Having close friends as I do now is difficult at times, because I really like them and have to force myself to open up.

4.) Pet Peeves

Liars! can't stand them, won't ever like them. Dull razors, irritating, always cut myself. Whining grouchy people. Why bother, wait a few minutes, life will change.

5.) Movies

Ohhhh... The Chronicles of Riddick, Pitch Black, Gran Torino, Lord of the Rings (all three), Twilight, nearly anything with Harrison Ford... long list....

6.) Hobbies

Doing stuff with my kids, drawing, painting, reading, swimming, being still (my form of meditation) like a bump on a log, learning new and exciting things.

7.) Odd Food Preferences

I like sour things, like vinegar and lemon on nearly everything. Weird? Sure, but you gotta try it (right Bluewolfess?). I like wacky things, like carmel sauce on a peanut butter sandwich, cornchips in my salads, cream cheese on a waffle, and sour cream on prime rib. The list is long... again. lol

Ok, so now that I've finished my Meme... I'll have to think of someone to tag.... watch out, it might be you.

Kharis Syringa...

Monday, June 29, 2009

Just a fun little fractal

I thought I'd share the fractal that I made the other day. I'm sure it's nothing new, but it's pretty and I like it.
Have a great day.
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