What's leftover, is a new day of hope

This is an aftermath post of food in my fridge and new company. A fellow doctoral student came over to debrief life and I happened to have ham, potatoes, green bean casserole and salad in the fridge. She fell in love with my mom's horseradish sauce and it was nice to have refrigerated contents to share. There was no bread to break (that was eaten), but were able to eat a dinner that wasn't from a drive through or that came with microwave instruction. And we had great conversation.

Leftovers are a karmic kiss for a weekday night and I am thankful.

No use crying over spilt coffee

Okay, so I cried a little. I got up yesterday and thought I'd drink my coffee and get right to work, but my cracked coffee pot decided to leak all over the kitchen while I took a shower. No coffee.

So, I took it as a cosmic sign that it was time to buy another one and I now have a coffee pot that shouldn't leak every time I'm in need of caffeine. What's this have to do with karma? I'm not sure, but if I add caramel, I might be able to have a caramel late' of sorts. karma coffee - it's a stretch.

oh, love

I was asked today to help a student write a love poem. He met a girl and wanted to impress her. I told him, I'm not sure poetry will do the trick. I typed "World's worst love poem" into google and came up with is poem written by a teenager for his English teacher. This young man probably has all the ladies. That's the way karma works

If I were you, in love with me I would be,
While we're together, I rarely go pee.
The only reason that I must restrain,
For when I'm left from you, I feel so much pain.
But not the pain like a kick in the junk,
More like the pain when I lose at Kerplunk.
If we every broke up, I'd be oh so lost,
Probably from all the pornography costs.
As much as I love to watch women get wild,
You're the woman I want to carry my child.

You're more gorgeous than vomit, your hair is so straight.
Together forever, wouldn't that be great?
For my feelings for you, how powerful are,
I'd drive a kilometer...isn't that far?
The way that you smile while we eat our meals,
Nicer than Eskimos murdering seals.
Your hunchback is pretty, so pleasant and plump,
Unlike the hemorrhoid that covers your rump.
I can look past that, the pusing and spewing,
As long as the kinky dates don't involve chewing!

I think now, my love, you know how I feel.
I'd rather kiss you than watch human flesh peel.
If I could take you out for one more night on the town,
It would be more fun than guessing who's poop has more brown.
So give it some thought and then let me know,
If you love me as well, if so we will go.
We'll leave this place fast and go travel together,
Please pardon my package, as it must be cold weather.
The thing that I find I love most about you,
Is your humour is funnier than Winnie The Pooh.
Well, maybe not Winnie himself, exactly.
But possibly where he gets honey from...that tree!
Yes, it is true, your humour excels,
That of inanimate objects or wells.

More compliments, yes, I could go on for hours,
But after thinking of you, I must take a cold shower.
Not for those perverted reasons you think,
But merely because it feels good when I blink.
I'll end this poetry session right now,
I truly do love you, more than a cow.

Paying It Forward

I've never seen the movie, Pay It Forward, but I have heard references to it quite often since I moved to Syracuse. The moral of the movie is by choosing to do good for three people, and they, in return, will do good for three people, and then the goodness will spread.

I thought about this today when I stopped by a bookstore. Casey and Dave had bought me a gift card and I knew how I wanted it to be spent. One was to by a young man the book, THE BLIND SIDE, by Michael Lewis. After watching it, I knew he needed to read it (he made this an important point). The other was to make Mike Lupica come to life. I met him at Mark's Hoops4Hope fundraiser in Long Island and knew he wrote books for young adults. I found his book, HEAT, about a young Cuban man who pitches for a baseball team, but who lives in fear of foster families and deportation. I bought two copies of this book to read. One is for me and the other is for a young man from Somalia who is a first-year pitcher for a JV team. He likes to read, he says, but the books at school don't appeal to him. Earlier, I gave him a book on Mohammed Ali and he loved it.

So, paying it forward is finding a need and trying to fill it. It can be a massage, a letter, a dinner, or even a new rug with furniture (hint hint, BUTCH). The karma goes forth in stereo.

Easter, Part Three

For the third year in a row, I hosted the Crandall/Isgar/Barnwell posse at my house for Easter Sunday dinner. Although we didn't find the time to say our grace before we dug in, I am very thankful and fortunate to have such an opportunity to eat good food with those I love and to share my home for an opportunity of togetherness. The addition of Jacob this year, with the Nikki, Dylan and Sean explosion makes the ritual that much more special.

The Easter Bunny went a' hoppin in the back yard and left eggs, straws and gifts for those with Easter Sombreros. The day was also beautiful and the fresh air of a spring day was a total delight. The ham, the creamed potatoes, the breads, the green bean casserole, the salad, the cheese cake, the Birthday cake for Dave, the deviled eggs, the vegetables and the asparagus were a welcomed feast for hungry stomachs. Having run in the morning, I also appreciated the late lunch to share with all angles of my bloodline. Karma is being able to break bread with those we love and that is why yesterday, once again, was perfect.

now dis girl is at home..

looking through other ppl's fb profiles for nth...

dis bieber fever is reali getting to me hard..

i get sorethroats easily & i don't know why...........................

i don.t wanna get sick))):

#1 sore throat

#2 runny nose

#3 ???????????

fever is up next i tink..

yar..shud b fever..

waiting for time to past..

shud i go cca??
wif sorethroat?? 

wooshhh

still addicted to 

'its lyk an angel came by..and took me to heaven...'

wad else to write..

okk.i tink i.ll end it off here......

all dat i can sae is 2 words; buh bye.

Larry

 

When paddleboarder, Jodie Nelson, chose to do something BIG for her best friend who was fighting cancer, she decided to paddle along the Pacific to raise money. She had a few donations, but then Larry arrived.

Larry was a minke whale and rare for the California shores. Even so, he found Jodie and traveled along side her for three hours. She named him Larry and said, 'I bet you'll bring $100,000 for my cause,' and he did. The donations poured in. This miraculous coincidence is too beautiful to make up. Let the energy go as the energy wishes to flow.