My book of days

Click the title to check out my newest project, My book of Days. I also added it to my links.

I used to have this neat little book that had a space for every day of the year like a regular day book but it didn't matter what the year was. When something memorable happened in your life you could just write it in on that day with the year. As time went by and the book got filled I had this neat little book of wonderful memories. It's around here somewhere still but it was packed up in a box when we moved and I never unpacked it. There wasn't enough room to keep adding to it anyway but it was neat to read back through. I remember after my father in law died and I was so terribly sad. I came across that book and was just flipping through it and read the entries about the birth of my son Jared and then some of the cute little things he did thoughout the first years of his life. I was amazed to see how many times I wrote about Jared and his grandpa together. Jared was only 3 when his grandpa died but they did so much together in that time! They called each other "Pard" for partner as if they were cowboys on a ranch. When Jared was just shy of one year old he would hear a big truck drive by and would say "pa-pee come-ing" or Pa-pee go work". Sometimes Grandpa would come by and take his little "pard" for a ride in the big truck. After reading through all of those entries I wrote a poem that covered that whole time and in the end I realized the time really is of the essence. We need to treasure each day because we are not gauranteed tomorrow.

Here is the poem I wrote for Jared and his Grandpa.


When the wind blew

The wind was blowing
When you were born in the spring.
I watched the treetops swaying
from my hospital bed as you lay on my chest.

It was blowing when you were one,
Running though the grass,
Picking dandelions for Papa.
Papa always smiled when he watched you play.
Sometimes you made him smile a tear
And he would rub it into his calloused hand.

The wind was blowing when Papa died.
The rain poured down with our tears.
You drew Papa a picture to help him get better,
but he never did.

Yesterday, the wind was blowing.
The dandelions blew like snow in the air
And swirled above the soccer fields.
You taught your brother how to kick the ball
And how to run faster than the wind.

I smiled as I thought of Papa smiling at you,
That first day when the wind blew.

Copywrite- Donna Capps

Brittanyanne17

A while back when I was looking for a song on youtube.com I found another version sung by "Brittanyanne17". I loved her voice and soon found it had replaced the original version of the song that played in my head. When I went back there looking for "my song" today (see a few posts back) I found that she had written her own song. I'm not sure who she is but I really think she's talented and I'll be hearing her on the radio some day. She is definitely in a class all her own (at least on that website). She is certainly not the typical girl-in-low-blouse belting out some poor out-of-tune song until it's dead. Good luck Brittany. I'll be praying you really will make it someday.

This is her singing below.


This song reminds me of my husband and I who seemed to fall together by chance. I really believe that God led me to him and through him kept me going in the right direction. He always has believed in me and if it weren't for him holding me up there's no telling where I'd be right now. We've been together for 16 years now and that's a long time.... but time sure flies when you're having fun!

Virginia Tech

My whole heart and soul goes out to the students, staff, and the parents of Virginia Tech. I will be praying for those still fighting for their lives and for the families of those that have already gone.

How sad is it that we have to live in fear for our children, ourselves, friends, or other loved ones who are at school.

My occasional sad mood...

I am not sure what it is exactly. Maybe it's spring... I always start to miss the sun shining on the hard crusted snow and the cool but still pleasant air that circulates in that time before spring really hits - What I call "Spring's spring". It's the easiest time to breath without any allergens about but you still have to dig out your sunglasses. I'll have to dig up my poem I wrote about that and post it here.

This is also the month that makes me think of my precious little boy with the blond ringlets that used to cook beside me with his own plastic pot and spoon. That little boy that I used to read board books to will be 13 in 5 days. A teenager, I just don't feel that old. He passed the SAT 2 months ago and is talking about college courses during the summer and getting his driving permit in another year. Man I miss those board books and hearing him say "mommy read"....

Oh, but chances are I'm in this downcast mood because my grandmother passed during this time last year. I can't shake the images of her playing her guitar in her rocking chair on the front porch and singing "just a closer walk with thee". Her front yard was surrounded by hydrangeas, roses, and other beautiful flowers. She never had a hair out of place but worked harder than anyone. She was my inspiration and I always tried hard to impress her. After she died I had quite a crash.... but now I'm up again, just like she would have been. She, however, would have gotten up much quicker than I did. I remember how persistent and stubborn she was about getting what she wanted. I always wanted to be just like her and my mom used to scream in frustration that I was just that. I plan to use every ounce of that "spirit" to achieve my goal of becoming a nurse. I know she will be proud even from Heaven.

So for now, I'm going to go back to my room and paint my nails while listening to Taylor Swift. Her song's are sweet and make me smile. Here's that poem....

A Winter Farewell

I shall miss the winds that blow
Across the silent evening snow
And the lonely swaying of the pine
And the birch that move together in line.

And I shall miss the looming moon
And its silent moody little tune
That carries the whistle of the wind
And the dry leaves that tumble in.

I will remember the nights I walked
And my little inward thoughtful talks
Whenever my conscience bothered be
The moon was there to counsel me.

And I could not forget the stars
That seemed to play a little farce
As they danced across the moonlit sky
And cast their light back in my eyes.

But tonight there was a different chill
And the air was very warm and still
I knew that spring was on her way
And the gray quickly fading to day

As I slowly began to roam
Back again towards my home
The birds began to sweetly sing
For, they could feel the coming of spring.

So long to you my gentle friend
After all we will meet again
After the last gray goose does call
And the show of snow warms us all.

SPRING!

Wooh hoooh! The snow is almost gone already! I can't wait to get out and play in the dirt! I really can't wait to see if any of my plants come back. Someone must know me pretty well because I received this poem in my inbox last week :O) This was written for by a Jones too....but no relation. Go figure :O)

Yeeehaw!!!!

Fire up the grill,
Water the yard,
Give the Garden a Till,
It ain't all that hard

Spring has sprung
The cold is done
Garden flowers are still young
Thriving in the mid day sun

Tend to your plants
Start tearing up lawn
Be sure and avoid the red ants
As you emrace the outdoors till Dawn!

A. Jones

Find your song (and sing it)

I haven't been feeling well today or tonight....or rather tomorrow morning. Whatever. I took a nap this morning and then spent most of my day lounging on my bed looking through books and magazines. I had gathered a huge pile of books and a pair of scissors because I plan to try an idea for a "scrap" journal that I'd seen somewhere before using images and words cut from magazines. I started going through a January copy of Real Simple.

I found this article (click the title above) and decided to "scrap" the whole thing. I am going to put this into a plastic sleeve so I can read it every time I'm nervous about a job interview or test or whatever is causing me to doubt myself. Read it; It will change your tune!

It took awile but I finally found my tune!

Happy Girl by Martina McBride

Below is some great chipmunk talent in action by Kristina King! It was the best video I could find on Youtube. I laugh myself silly every time I see it. The words are below in case you can't hear them clearly LOL



I used to live in a darkened room
Had a face of stone
And a heart of gloom
Lost my hope, I was so far gone
Cryin' all my tears
With the curtains drawn
I didn't know until my soul broke free
I've got these angels watching over me

CHORUS
Oh watch me go
I'm a happy girl
Everybody knows
That the sweetest thing that you'll ever see
In the whole wide world
Is a happy girl

I used to hide in a party crowd
Bottled up inside
Feeling so left out
Standing in a corner wearing concrete shoes
With my frozen smile
And my lighted fuse
Now every time I start to feel like that
I roll my heart out like a welcome mat

REPEAT CHORUS

Laugh when I feel like it
Cry when i feel like it
That's just how my life is
That's how it goes

Oh watch me go
I'm a happy girl
And I've come to know
That the world won't change
Just 'cause I complain
Let the axis twirl
I'm a happy girl

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh, yeah Oh, yeah
I'm a happy girl

Quote of the Day

Friends represent "a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." -Anais Nin

It's a nice feeling to know you have friends out there but there are some people who really do change us or bring out something we didn't know was there. I've been lucky enough to have several friends like that, some of which I didn't recognize until something happened that left me feeling like I had none. Some friends bring out the poetic side of me, some the spiritual side, and some bring out the wild and crazy side of me. I recently went out with a couple of the wild and crazy friends to see some local bands play.



Sp-Linda and Cheezy G! LOL
Look at those cheezy grins!

This group was terrible! They were the cover band and pretty much anything would have sounded good after that.

This is Soul Hole and they were GREAT! They all have great hats too!

The band after that turned on some smog and it was tine to get out of there! UGH.