I've been tagged by Shanghi...so here goes!
Here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
8 Random Facts/Habits About Me:
1. I'm adopted.
2. I love escargo, artichokes, and raw oysters.
3. My bellybutton freaks me out.
4. I have Barney Rubble feet....they look just like his, really.
5. My favorite color is green, any shade.
6. I love all watersports.....especially kayaking.
7. I am terrified of locked spaces.
8. I have a secret crush on Stephen Hawking :)
now to find 8 blogging buddies to tag, darnit lol i may have to come back round and add them when i figure out who i'm tagging.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Manic Monday
Manic Monday/Poetry Train
Ode to My Computer Friends
I sit for hours on this computer chair,
Typing here, typing there,
Sending words across the wire,
To city, hill, dale, and shire,
Keeping in touch with all I know,
Talking bout my favorite show
Or whats happened here at home,
Or abroad when I get to roam.
I tell my silly stories in poetry and prose,
Bout how my day started or how it will close.
I write the things that are in my head,
Wondering if they'll be read,
Making aquaintances, contacts and friends
Just by typing and hitting "Send"
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Poetry Train
Mirror, Mirror
As I look in the mirror,
I wonder who that is staring back
That woman with the grey at her temples,
And the fine lines around her eyes and mouth.
Her eyes are green like mine,
But I wonder what is in her soul
That indefinable place that makes her, Her.
Who is that staring back at me?
That near stranger
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
Who is that staring back at me,
From the eyeless soul in the mirror?
As I look in the mirror,
I wonder who that is staring back
That woman with the grey at her temples,
And the fine lines around her eyes and mouth.
Her eyes are green like mine,
But I wonder what is in her soul
That indefinable place that makes her, Her.
Who is that staring back at me?
That near stranger
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
Who is that staring back at me,
From the eyeless soul in the mirror?
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