Lazy childhood days

While today wasn't exactly a lazy day, it definitely made me reminisce.  First, I decided to stay home to finish grading New Testament papers and tests which means I got to wake up with the sunshine.  That was a BEAUTIFUL feeling!  Then I decided that I would do some laundry while grading...although I have to say that I HATE doing laundry.  I deal with it because I prefer clean clothes (don't we all) but I would much rather clean the bathroom than do laundry.  I know, I know, it sounds like I am getting off-track, but I promise, this fits the childhood theme.  I got home (my apartment doesn't have washer/dryer hook-ups - maybe this is why I hate doing laundry...) and realized that not all my clothes were dry.  So I got out my little dry rack and hung them outside.  I honestly can't remember I dried my clothes outside...I probably haven't done that since my grandparents moved when I was thirteen.

As exciting as sun-dried clothes are, that isn't even the best part.

As I was sitting on my living room floor grading papers I turned on the TV for some background noise.  I flipped through the guide fully expecting to find nothing of value on...but lo and behold!  Boomerang, that beautiful channel with old cartoons!  THE SNORKS WAS ON TV!  I loved that show when I was a kid.  I even had the Snorks puzzle which made me the cool kid on the block.

To cap the whole day off, I snacked on a No-sugar Added Fudgesicle after I finished all the grading.

What a WONDERFUL DAY!

Ode to Spring...2003

Sarah, Since you liked my last poem I thought I would post another oldie. This was written in Spring of 2003 during a class break for my Missions and Mercy Night Class. I had a friend (who is now married) that had recently been hurt by mixed signals from a guy. This is my "Ode to Spring".

Ouch! He pulled my hair!
And then he pushed me down the stairs!
In the third grade,
All the valentines made,
Are flushed, because boys have cooties!

A note! By a boy it was wrote!
Passed in front of the teacher, he gloats!
Seventh grade is the best,
Check no or check yes,
Um…can I pick maybe?

The prom! My stomach plummets like a bomb!
Do you think? Will he ask me, Mom?
Senior year is here,
Guys, get yourselves in gear,
What happened to your confidence?

Games! Games are so lame!
Played by the mind, we’re both to blame.
We’re in college dear,
Wait! It’s university here,
Missouri Baptist Bridal Society.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, we’re always in a hurry!
Rush through life, be a wife, all the time we worry!

Wait! Where will we find our mate?
Who am I going to date?
Look to God now,
He planned the who and the how,
In Him I trust.

Marie Tudor 2003

Down memory lane

As I was cleaning my apartment the other night, I found an old journal of mine.  My version of a journal has nothing to do with "Dear Diary, today so-an-so-touched my arm and it made me swoon..."  Rather, I LOVE creative writing!  So what I do is take things that are going on in my life and fictionalize them.  And then I change it to occur the way that I want it to.

My only problem is that I never finish what I start.  I get these great ideas and then write a couple of pages (several are 20 pages or longer), hit a snag (both in the fiction and in real life), and quit writing.  Then I go on to other stories or even poems.  I've even been known to get into "limerick wars" with friends (like Kinsey and Clayton).

As I looked through this old journal from somewhere in 2002 or 03, I ran into a small poem I wrote.  I thought I would post it here.  Please forgive the punctuation!  I would call it artistic license but I think it was just laziness.

My life goes on, a turning page;

I am a creation on this stage.

The world is watching, they stand and stare,

Why am I not moving?  Do I not care?

Are they not dying, lost in their sin?

Are they not trying to find answers within?

To themselves they look, turning the inside to out,

"How I feel is reality, it's what this life's all about.

You're way for you and my way for me.

No man can say what right and wrong be."

Inside I rage, "How can they think that?! 

I've been where they've been.  I've sat where they've sat!

I've felt that gnawing inside - 

That need for a guide!"

"Christ is my comforter, Father, and friend.

Through His good Word I know how it ends.

I am a sinner, you are one too,

We're descended from sinners, not come up from the goo.

Only one man can save us from death for this sin,

Only one man can knock, "Let Me come in.

Your burden is heavy.  My yoke is light.

Step into My hand and out of the night."

"He is the Savior, I plead and I cry."

Why do they run around, wanting to die?

I stand on this stage, afraid and alone,

Away from the place I once called my home.

I watch and I stare, quiet and free, 

While men fall in their prison, but I know the Key.