Sonnet 29: When in Disgrace with Fortune and Men's Eyes

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these throughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

~William Shakespeare

This poem is a pity-party, a man's depression put into words. Truthfully this is a universal depression. Every single person on this earth, at one time or other, has felt the universe was purposely working against her or him. Everyone has felt that they are alone with no one on their side, no one to confide in or relate to. Maybe they feel their luck is always bad, they're broke and the world looks down its nose at them. The universe is not listening to them, and threre is no one to cry to. They have it worse than anyone else, but if they could just have what that person has, then maybe things would be different. Maybe life would not suck, maybe they would not be alone, just maybe...Maybe they would not be on the outside, cold and lonely, looking in at the person who has it all, fortune and friends. Happiness. They are so sad, so depressed that nothing sounds appealing to them. The things they once loved do not seem to matter, the activites they once enjoyed hold absolutely no appeal. Then, suddenly, like a lark, they come out of the darkness and into the light. Suddenly things are not as bad as they had first appeared. How is this even possible? A shift in perspective, that is how. They think back to something or someone they remember that made them feel alive, made them happy. Remembering this person who obviously had a great impact on their life, remembering the way that person opened them up, made them feel, and suddenly life is not all that terrible. And, because of this sweet love remembered, they decide they would not trade this life of theirs for anything. Life may appear a tragedy, but the most tragic of all would be losing the memory of that one special person who made it all worth it, who made life, if only for a blink in time, worth living. And for that we all trudge forth through the mud with hope in our eyes nd love in our hearts.

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appal?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

~Robert Frost

We are currently studying sonnets in English Comp. II. We'll be writing our own soon...I wrote one today, but probably will do another one. This one by Robert Frost gets a person thinking. Really read it and understand what he is trying to say. It is amazing. Something to think about.

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

~William Carlos Williams

Walking Over The Rainbow

This picture is just beautiful, a piece of my home. I spent a lot of time here, but never have I seen the park look so beautiful. I love how in photos you can take the ordinary and make them extraordinary. A usually gray, dull park transforms to this colorful picturesque setting, like Dorothy going over the rainbow.
*Note: the picture above is Lake Harrison. I, unfortunately, did not take this picture. But the park is really that beautiful. Today, however, it was more gray than blue and purple, due to the gray sky, the gray grass, the winter, leaf-less trees. Still pretty, though.

Queen Of Wishful Thinking

I think that anyone who is a fan of the Julia Roberts movie Pretty Woman will remember this song from the soundtrack: King of Wishful Thinking by Go West. The soundtrack is amazing, and other than It Must Have Been Love by Roxette, King of Wishful Thinking is my favorite song from the movie. I had the sudden urge to hear it today as I was driving home from the park where Kenni and I enjoyed a couple hours walking the path and enjoying the sunshine and beautiful weather. Luckily, the Pretty Woman soundtrack is on my ipod, and I never leave the house without that shiney green musical device! I listened to the song over and over on the 35 minute drive home, really relating to the lyrics. Long story short, I fell in love, it didn't work out. Someday I will get over it.

King of Wishful Thinking

I don't need to fall at your feet
Just 'cause you cut me to the bone
And I won't miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone

If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Maybe I can fool myself
I'll get over you I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
(King of wishful thinking)
I m the king of wishful thinking

I refuse to give into my blues
That's not how it's gonna be
And I deny the tears in my eyes
I don't want to let you see

Now that you have made a hole in my heart
And now I've got to fool myself
I'll get over you I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

I'll get over you I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
(King of wishful thinking)

If I ever get a chance I'll get over you
(I know I will)

If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Maybe I can fool myself
I'll get over you I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you (I'm over you)
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
(King of wishful thinking)
I am the king of wishful thinking

I'll get over you I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
But I won't shed a tear for you
I'll be the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you I know I will
I'll pretend my heart's still beating
'Cause I've got no more tears for you
I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

Homesick

Homesick by Mercy Me

You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through shomehow

I've never been more homesick than now



I am feeling homesick right now. Not just for Missouri, but for the life I had there, the life I shared with my best friend and her two amazing kids. I miss them so much sometimes that life feels so hopeless. I miss our roadtrips, I miss our drunken nights, I miss our shopping trips, I miss our paranormal investigating team, I miss the ghost that resided at her house, I miss sharing books with her son and cuddling with Chunk when she fell asleep in my arms. I miss who I was when they were around.

Mutts: Woman's Best Friend

Breed a Boxer with a German Shorthaired Pointer, you get a Boxershorts. A dog never seen in public.

Breed a Bulldog with a Shih Tzu and you get a Bullshitz

Breed a Deerhound with a terrier, you get a Derriere. True to the end!

Breed a Labrador Retriever with a Curly Coated Retriever, you get a Lab Coat Retriever. The choice for research scientists.

Mix a Newfoundland with a Bassett Hound, you get the Newfound Asset Hound. A dog for financial advisors.

Breed a Pointer with an Irish Setter, you get Pointsetter. A traditional Christmas Pet.

~Good Dog! Magazine