BIRTHDAYS

Who likes their birthdays? I'll tell you who -
Anyone under the age twenty-two
Up until then they're all pretty fun
Especially the birthday for year twenty-one!
Soon after that they make you feel old
Reminding you "aging" now has it's hold
First it is subtle but doesn't take long
Before you know it - your youth is far gone!
Oh, what I'd give to be young again
The wisdom from now - the body from then
Yet despite my complaints these days are a must
'Cause I'd rather get old than be ashes and dust!

Mommyland

Mommyland is a make-believe place
I created within my mind
When the days are rough I close my eyes
And visit from time to time
All the children obey their moms
And happily complete their chores
They hug and kiss (and never throw fits)
What mom could ask for more?
The laundry is done, no hamper is full
The clothes are all put away
The insides of closets are beautiful
Oh, how I want my house this way!!
Every meal is made to perfection
No mess is ever left behind
Whatever is made is always happily eaten
Kids never scowl or whine
This is the mythical place I visit
Any mother can surely see why
Next time you are stressed or pushed to the limit
Mommyland can more than satisfy
(Just brace yourself for when you get back
Because reality is where you live
And though it is nice to just take a break
Fun places rarely take captives!)

THE COLD

My head is stuffy - I can't think straight
My nose is running - this I HATE!
My throat is sore, I can't stop sneezing
The feelings I feel are not pleasing
I'm to the point where I hope I die
Still I know I'll pull through - and that makes me cry
But the crying only increases the mucous
So the drugs I took will now be useless
I sniff and snort and cough and sneeze
I beg the Lord with a VapoRub wheeze,
"Please make me well - unstuff my head!
Or just end it all and make me dead!"

Memories - Class of 1995

Seidl's science class, Clausing's band
Fifteen years ago in St. John land
Little memories in my mind
Feels like someone pushed rewind
Happy days with little stress
A bad day was a mid-term test
Lots of teasing and making fun
True bliss when our Tigers won!
Crazy home movies made by the guys
We all laughed until we cried
School plays we all acted in
(Just don't look up, Trav's mooning again!)
Brand new tractor at the prom
Keegan's failed potato gun (turned bomb)
Dead coyote tied to a car
(Did Cody take that joke too far?)
Car accidents we all survived
Who knew some of us had nine lives?
And then the Tang - need I say more?
Why did the guys drive it for?
Change of ownership with that beast
I lost track with that orange piece
Let us not forget about World History
Everyone passing was no real mystery
Those were the days, gone to the past
Though we didn't know then, it would go by so fast
I'll take the memories - it was all pretty great
But what I'd really love is my high school weight!!!

VACCINATED

In keeping with this wonderful H1N1 season.....here's to the flu vaccine!

Do you know what people say?
Blown kisses get thrown away
When you kiss, you should be tasted
This way your kisses are not wasted
My kiss is waiting, don't make it belated
But before you kiss me....are you vaccinated?

FEARLESS

Boys are so resilient
And never seem to rest
They give it all they've got all day
Trying to be the best
There may be a few seconds
When they experience fear
But its gone within an instant
And they seldom shed a tear
Oh, as a mom it scares me
To have two boys like this
But as a wife I love having
A man who's never scared out of his wits!

Ode to Jill

I have a good friend, her name is Jill
And I'll tell you right now, this girl is a pill
Where ever she goes, there's always a good time
But this isn't why I'm writing this rhyme
No, this little poem is meant to make fun
Of a time when Jill used her car to overrun
My poor, defenseless mailbox, whose life was cut short
By Jill, her car, and a bumper that's now warped
What's truly hilarious about this incident
Is that we live in the country where's there's nothing to hit!
Except for a mailbox, standing out in a field
It didn't stand a chance - Jill didn't even yield
Now, in her defense, she was backing up
And she called admitting guilt and offered to make up
But I'm starting to think she needs driving assistance
And though my idea might meet some resistance
I think a beeper when her car's in reverse
Could be the solution (though it may feel like a curse)
But I believe it would benefit precious Jill when she drives
And possibly the fate of other mailbox lives!

Crappy Days

When you're feeling down
And start to form a frown
Try not to be so sad
Things aren't that very bad
Life could be much worse
You could be under a horrible curse
That makes your tongue stick out
Whenever people are about
Or your skin could develop blue spots
Whenever you eat tater tots!
Or maybe like a crazy fruit
You show up to (school/work) in your birthday suit!
But definitely worst, hands down
You could live in a world without chocolate around
So when life gets tough
Call a friend to cheer you up
They will always be there
To tell you how much they care
(They might even take the time
To write you a silly rhyme!)
Take this simple advice
And please don't even think twice
Keep a smile on your face
Give someone a firm embrace
You'll probably make their day
(Or else they'll think you're gay!)
Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll agree
As long as you stay as happy as can be
Everything will turn out just right
So go out and indulge in some chocolate tonight!

The Perfect Parent

The perfect parent has theories
On how to raise a child
The perfect parent will correct
When your kid is acting wild
The perfect parent has schedules
To which you should adhere
The perfect parent knows balance
Between family and career
The perfect parent can give advice
About any child rearing fact
The perfect parent is amazing
It's just the children that they lack!

BAD DAY!!!

Alarm clock didn't sound today
Ran in late to work
Got a speeding ticket on the way
Policeman was a jerk
Missed a meeting - spilled my coffee
Look as frazzled as I feel
Tripped while running down the stairs
Now my shoe's without a heel
Ever have a day like this?
I'm trying hard to cope
Still I think I'd miss the water
If I fell out of a boat!

A little help, PLEASE?!

My two-year-year-old won't wear his clothes
The laundry's dirty - the grass needs mowed
Oldst boy won't take a nap
One more whine will make me snap!
The cat keeps wanting in and out
And what's this phone bill all about?
Make a call dispute the charge
Notice that my butt looks large
All day long it goes like this
Everything is all amiss
I'm up a crick I just don't know
Won't someone get in my boat and row?!

Answers from Above

I believe in God and I pray to Him a lot
I have faith that He hears me and my prayers are not forgot
His answers come mysteriously and I'm often left confused
(At times I wish He'd make an announcement in the news!)
I know that life's a journey and I must keep on believing
There's always another goal I'm working towards achieving
I'm told that this life's process is part of my own pilgrimage
But answers through the mail would ROCK! (I'd even pay the postage!)

OUTNUMBERED

I am outnumbered in our humble home
With two little boys and one who is grown
You might also know the cat's even male
At times I feel stuck in testosterone jail!
Hot wheels and tinker toys litter our floor
They cause injured feet, but we keep adding more
Baseball is played in our living room space
And what's an afternoon without a hardwood floor race?
Even my big boy joins in with the fun
(He seems to forget it's our kids who are young)
I love 'em to bits but there's one thing I hate
The bathrrom's a place that can make me irrate!!
Why's it so hard to put the toilet seat down?
It's what you should do when girls are around
And while we are on the subject of peeing
Puddles on the floor are very displeasing!
Still I love being the mom of two little boys
Life's always exciting with tons to enjoy
A day can't go by when they don't make me laugh
(There's always a storm when they take a bath...)
I'm forever behind with the week's house hold chores
No matter the work done - there's constantly more
Yes I am outnumbered -- I'm THE only chick
But I know I am loved from the dandelions they pick!

Finding God's Path

What do I do next, God?
What do I do next?
I feel like every day
Is one more big failed test
Ask and it will be given
Seek and Ye shall find
I'm asking and I'm seeking
Yet I think I'm going blind!
Everywhere I look it's dark
I can't seem to find my way
What's my purpose in this life?
I ask it every day
I'm on my knees and in your word
Still I feel confused
I trust in the Lord with all my heart
This is what you have me choose
Please God save me from my mind
Take captive every thought
Your wisdom is unlimited
You know best - I do not
Help my God to persevere
Keep trusting day by day
Though I may not see my path
You will lead me the right way.

Matthew 7:7

Ask and it will given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. (NIV)

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. (NIV)

Romans 5: 3-4

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character hope. (NIV)

Schedule??

Roll out of bed
Wash off the crusted drool
Fix kids a breakfast
Get the oldest off to school
Start a load of laundry
Clean-up breakfast plates
Play a game of peek-a-boo
Arrange a dinner date
Change the laundry
Fold some clothes
Put away where it goes
Back to school
Pick up the kid
Lunchtime now
Where's my tupperware lid?
Put the kids down for a nap
Make my grocery list
Do more laundry put away
Did I feed the fish?
Kids wake up
Outside to play
Toys all over
Beautiful day
Back inside
Made some grub
Kiss the hubby
Sneak a hug
Little bit of family time
Now kids take a bath
Read a book turn off the light
Finally peace at last
Litte ones now sound asleep
Get the chore list out
A day's work done in just an hour
Time left to think about
Tomorrow's schedule in my hand
Though I know not why
It's never followed anyway
No matter if I try!

My Hero

He's my quirky kid, with the sandy blonde hair
Daunting his brand new Batman underwear
He likes to run, skip, jump, and play
When he's covered in dirt, it's been a good day
There's always a smile on his sweet little face
(And he's a sure thing when Mommy needs an embrace!)
I'm always amazed at his imaginative mind
And thoroughly amused at the creations I find
A little child's table becomes his big stage
With guitar in hand he soon does engage
In a little rock song for his younger brother
(Sometimes he even gets a little help from his mother)
Then he is off, with toy guns at his side
Protecting the family atop the yard slide
Running past bushes and to the driveway
Transformed to a superhero saving the day
Time for some milk and a quick cookie snack
Our hero's refreshed and ready to go back
Butch, the housecat is now ready for battle
They're off to defeat the neighboring cattle
I call for dinner as nighttime is falling
Though rubbing his eyes, he now begins stalling
He brushes his teeth - kisses Mommy goodnight
And though he's exhausted, the sleep he does fight
Slowly but surely he falls fast asleep
I check in his room without making a peep
Think back on the day as I watched him gallivant
Rememb'ring most of it spent without any pants!

HOT HOT HOT

It's so hot outside
You can see heat waves with your eyes
It's no real surprise
Why this season's despised
I know I'm not wise
But I have devised
A way to compromise
When the heat's on the rise
Please don't scrutinize
Or try to dramatize
Because I won't apologize
For being.........
NAKED!

Remembering...

I forgot to forget the nausea and the swelling of the feet
I forgot to forget the backaches and the nights without sleep
I forgot to forget the pain of birth, the time, and the place
I forgot to forget the tears when I first saw his face
I forgot to forget the feeling of overwhelming joy
What a wondrous thing to remember, the birth of my boy!

This One's For the Moms!

This poem goes out to young mothers everywhere
We must bond together and reach out in care
There is such relief when I hear a mom say
"I know what you mean, I've felt the same way!"
It all started with my first pregnancy
Then carried out past the child's infancy
I couldn't remember one single thing
I swore that my brain was unraveling
I shared my great fear with my dear sister-in-law
She sweetly said "It's 'Pregnancy Stupids' that's all!"
How long with this last? Will I be dumb forever?
Will I lose all my wit and never be clever?
She said not to worry it surely would pass
(But she never did say how long it would last...)
My oldest is four and my youngest is two
Still I don't think my 'Prego Stupids' are through
Does this sound familiar? Can you relate?
No matter the woman - is this her fate?
At times I think back when I was fun, slim, and witty
(You know what I mean if your kid's itty bitty)
I REALLY miss my body and my once fertile brain
And yet there's nothing about which to complain
My life with kids is great - there's nothing I want to miss
And as far as my brains - they say that ignorance IS bliss!

MORNING HAS BROKEN!!

It's very VERY early, the sun ain't even shining
But the family's awake 'cause the youngest boy is crying
It's not because he's scared, in pain, or even sick
He just wants a drink of water and crying's his new trick
I know I should be thankful that the day has now begun
I've got two more extra hours to get all my stuff done
However I am cranky because all I want is sleep
Frustration is now growing - through my pores it starts to seep
So before I start my work and all my chores today
I get down on my knees and to my Lord I pray...
"Please be with me God, stop me feeling bad like this
And help me take KILL CHILD off of my 'TO DO' list!"