Wow, this list was for 2008. I think that means I made none for 2009; no wonder this year was off. I'm gonna get started right nor with a list for 2010. In the meantime, enjoy this one. Five of these things I accomplished.
Quirky New Years Resolutions (for 2008)
1. Be kinder to stray animals. I must take them all home with me.
2. Eat more bread.
3. Improve my silliness.
4. Live long and prosper *holds hand in standard Spock style*
5. Drive my husband even madder than I've already made him.
6. Waste less toilet paper.
7. Write more stories involving my main characters.
8. Lick more lollipops.
9. Get fat. (Heheheh)
10. Get a job.
11. Get published. (Yay, I did in June ’08)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Next year...
I want to be with my family for at least one major holiday. We were supposed to be with my sister this Thanksgiving, but wouldn’t you guess, of course plans fell through. I feel sad-nothing was a surprise this year, at least nothing good. Okay, September Fest was good.
Otherwise, present wise, things sucked. I was told what I was getting for Valentine’s Day, but then it didn’t happen. So it was said I’d get it for my birthday, 8 mos later. Nope. In fact, 2 weeks after SF and 2 weeks before my b-day, my dog died-bad surprise! Sadly, I saw it coming, though. Then I was told what one awesome Christmas present would be, but it couldn’t happen.
What luck. Why do people tell surprises? What a let-down when they don’t happen. I hope 2010 yields all kinds of good things for me, and not just presents-those ruined surprises were just the icing on the cake. Maybe I’ll be able to work, or I’ll have a baby or something worthwhile. I’m bummed, I’m bored, I’m wasting away. There are so many things I could write down here; this just wasn’t my year at all!
I work hard, and I pray; surely those two things put together would bring good fortune. I hope 2009 brought good things to you and 2010 will be even better.
Otherwise, present wise, things sucked. I was told what I was getting for Valentine’s Day, but then it didn’t happen. So it was said I’d get it for my birthday, 8 mos later. Nope. In fact, 2 weeks after SF and 2 weeks before my b-day, my dog died-bad surprise! Sadly, I saw it coming, though. Then I was told what one awesome Christmas present would be, but it couldn’t happen.
What luck. Why do people tell surprises? What a let-down when they don’t happen. I hope 2010 yields all kinds of good things for me, and not just presents-those ruined surprises were just the icing on the cake. Maybe I’ll be able to work, or I’ll have a baby or something worthwhile. I’m bummed, I’m bored, I’m wasting away. There are so many things I could write down here; this just wasn’t my year at all!
I work hard, and I pray; surely those two things put together would bring good fortune. I hope 2009 brought good things to you and 2010 will be even better.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Earth Angel
Merry Christmas, guys.
Earth Angel
JD Rhode
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in a while, I know. I’ve been tied up. Today is December 24th-Christmas Eve. Earlier today I was talking to a friend on my new cell phone that I begged for as an early gift. We weren’t saying anything too private-you know, talk about our jobs, what would be for dinner; just that stuff. But then, we both heard static and another conversation coming through.
At first, neither of us thought anything about it; interference like that happens sometimes. We paused and walked around every now and then to see if the other people would click out. Well, they didn’t.
My friend was getting annoyed, but I was getting scared. It was two men talking. One sounded a bit drunk, but the other talked as if he was contemplating suicide that night. He said he was going to jump off of the Ashton Bridge before midnight. His friend laughed. Then it was only my friend and I still on the line.
She assured me that that conversation could have traveled through the satellite from anywhere in the world, but our city has an Ashton Bridge, so I wasn’t even close to convinced. “Don’t get involved. It’s just some drunk guys,” she urged, but I knew it had to be more.
A lot of things raced through my mind as I scanned the park. It was almost eleven, and I hoped I wasn’t too late. I haven’t eaten since I hung up the phone talking to my friend much earlier. I wished so hard that that wasn’t a real conversation; I’d actually welcome people snickering, behind my back, at me just sitting here alone in the snow. I was the only one there until 11:15, and then I saw a man.
At first, it surprised me that he wasn’t wearing a jacket, but then I thought, if this was my man, than he probably thought he didn’t need one. I ducked behind a bench as he passed so as not to be seen yet. He seemed completely oblivious to everything around him as he made his way to the bridge. That had to be him, I thought.
I spent only a second or two wondering how hurt a person must be to even dream up such a thing as what I was seeing. It all seemed to be moving in slow motion. Then he stepped to the edge of the bridge, and that was the last minute I could stand.
“WAIT!” I shouted and ran forward. “Don’t do this.”
“Oh my God,” he turned, and I heard him say as I came closer.
I explained to him that his phone conversation earlier was accidentally heard by my friend and me, but I was so glad it was. I told him I was no expert, but I’d listen if he wanted to tell me what was wrong. He tried to tell me that it was more than I wanted to hear as he pushed back tears, but I assured him that those words didn’t even enter my thought processes. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere, and, though I just met him, I didn’t want him to, either.
To say I met a friend tonight, Diary, I think would be a slight understatement. We talked a bit, and he said he’d call me tomorrow, well technically later today. I invited him to church and brunch. Oh, he said I must have been his Earth Angel sent to him at just the right time. I guess that’s the second Christmas present I got early. I don’t think of this situation as if I did anything more special than somebody else would have done in my place, but he begged to differ. He said he wouldn’t have been here if I wasn’t.
Earth Angel
JD Rhode
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in a while, I know. I’ve been tied up. Today is December 24th-Christmas Eve. Earlier today I was talking to a friend on my new cell phone that I begged for as an early gift. We weren’t saying anything too private-you know, talk about our jobs, what would be for dinner; just that stuff. But then, we both heard static and another conversation coming through.
At first, neither of us thought anything about it; interference like that happens sometimes. We paused and walked around every now and then to see if the other people would click out. Well, they didn’t.
My friend was getting annoyed, but I was getting scared. It was two men talking. One sounded a bit drunk, but the other talked as if he was contemplating suicide that night. He said he was going to jump off of the Ashton Bridge before midnight. His friend laughed. Then it was only my friend and I still on the line.
She assured me that that conversation could have traveled through the satellite from anywhere in the world, but our city has an Ashton Bridge, so I wasn’t even close to convinced. “Don’t get involved. It’s just some drunk guys,” she urged, but I knew it had to be more.
A lot of things raced through my mind as I scanned the park. It was almost eleven, and I hoped I wasn’t too late. I haven’t eaten since I hung up the phone talking to my friend much earlier. I wished so hard that that wasn’t a real conversation; I’d actually welcome people snickering, behind my back, at me just sitting here alone in the snow. I was the only one there until 11:15, and then I saw a man.
At first, it surprised me that he wasn’t wearing a jacket, but then I thought, if this was my man, than he probably thought he didn’t need one. I ducked behind a bench as he passed so as not to be seen yet. He seemed completely oblivious to everything around him as he made his way to the bridge. That had to be him, I thought.
I spent only a second or two wondering how hurt a person must be to even dream up such a thing as what I was seeing. It all seemed to be moving in slow motion. Then he stepped to the edge of the bridge, and that was the last minute I could stand.
“WAIT!” I shouted and ran forward. “Don’t do this.”
“Oh my God,” he turned, and I heard him say as I came closer.
I explained to him that his phone conversation earlier was accidentally heard by my friend and me, but I was so glad it was. I told him I was no expert, but I’d listen if he wanted to tell me what was wrong. He tried to tell me that it was more than I wanted to hear as he pushed back tears, but I assured him that those words didn’t even enter my thought processes. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere, and, though I just met him, I didn’t want him to, either.
To say I met a friend tonight, Diary, I think would be a slight understatement. We talked a bit, and he said he’d call me tomorrow, well technically later today. I invited him to church and brunch. Oh, he said I must have been his Earth Angel sent to him at just the right time. I guess that’s the second Christmas present I got early. I don’t think of this situation as if I did anything more special than somebody else would have done in my place, but he begged to differ. He said he wouldn’t have been here if I wasn’t.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Hypocrite
Hypocrite
JD Rhode
Today you called me a hypocrite
You said I would so readily give up a family member
After preaching how wrong it was
Well, no
That’s not true about me
It hurts me to even think I’d give up anything I deeply love
But
If it came down to my life
Or the sake of my family if I didn’t do so
You better believe I’ll do what’s necessary
To protect my own
I did once
Her name is Angie
I just thought you’d do the same
Instead you called me the hypocrite
JD Rhode
Today you called me a hypocrite
You said I would so readily give up a family member
After preaching how wrong it was
Well, no
That’s not true about me
It hurts me to even think I’d give up anything I deeply love
But
If it came down to my life
Or the sake of my family if I didn’t do so
You better believe I’ll do what’s necessary
To protect my own
I did once
Her name is Angie
I just thought you’d do the same
Instead you called me the hypocrite
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tis the Season
I started this song, but maybe somebody can help me finish it. It goes like this:
Tis the Season (song)
JD Rhode
Tis the season to be sickly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Blow your nose, and it looks icky
Fa la la la la la la la la
I can’t buy enough Kleenex
Fa la la la la la la la la
So I’ll try to sleep it off
Fa la la la la la la la la
In my comfy bed with blanket
Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the Season (song)
JD Rhode
Tis the season to be sickly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Blow your nose, and it looks icky
Fa la la la la la la la la
I can’t buy enough Kleenex
Fa la la la la la la la la
So I’ll try to sleep it off
Fa la la la la la la la la
In my comfy bed with blanket
Fa la la la la la la la la
Today's topic: Etiquette
They’re rare, but I know a few men who are the no smoking, drinking, gambling, drug using, porn watching, women bashing, cursing (at least at their wife) type. They don’t “forget” to divulge plans, nor do they disrespect, belittle, or ignore the needs of the one they love for any reason what so ever. They don’t think of their partner as a chore or fulfill obligations because they have to but because they love that person so much, they truly want to.
Like I said, I actually know men like this, but I have a question: where was I when God issued these people? Are they still in production? Guy or girl, nobody deserves anybody who will do any of the above to you. They are scum. Don’t let yourself be tricked when someone like that says they love you-they don’t. I had to get that off my chest; it was last night’s topic in Self Defense class.
Like I said, I actually know men like this, but I have a question: where was I when God issued these people? Are they still in production? Guy or girl, nobody deserves anybody who will do any of the above to you. They are scum. Don’t let yourself be tricked when someone like that says they love you-they don’t. I had to get that off my chest; it was last night’s topic in Self Defense class.
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