Yesterday at work I had two elderly gentlemen sit at one of my tables. The one gentleman was somewhat friendly, but his friend was obviously never spanked as a child. This particular man had sat for less than two minutes during a busy Thursday night before I arrived to take the drink order and yet he demanded "Where's the drinks at I'll get 'em my self!". I'll be right back sir... So I fetch the drinks, post-haste, and on my way back to the table Grumpy is at the buffet line where the dinner rolls had just run out and were being replenished and yet, he thought it best to let everyone know that he wanted dinner rolls by banging on the empty tray right there at the buffet! I could not believe this guy's lack of manners or understanding at such a busy time of day! Worse yet, this guy probably wont tip very well if at all! (Sorry, but that's a big deal to us servers) You know what? This guy sounded like a challenge. Alright Grumpy. I'll play your game and kill you with kindness. See if you can stiff me then! Even though he continued to be as grim and gruff as before throughout the meal, I bit my tongue (and the quick witticisms in my head) and kept smiling while trying my best to deliver as good a service possible. When they were ready to leave it was Grumpy, and not his friendly companion, who handed me 20%! (Silent victory) So, even when something seems almost impossible all we have to do is try that much harder and things will work out for the better. Keep up the fight TradCats!
Oh Sleepover, oh Sleepover, You are a cherished thing,
That sends young hearts flying like bird upon the wing,
If someone doth ask why, the reason is apparent-
For "sleep" is just a code-word, to fool the guileless parent.
Instead of sleep there are other, better things that take place-
Such as putting a marker message on some sleeping innocent's face!
Oh, but it is just light-heartedness, or maybe too much candy-
Soda at outrageous hours can sometimes come in handy!
For there are times when sleep indeed doth threaten to occur,
But the mighty sugar rush rushes out to vanquish her!
Axis and Allies, Monopoly, Stratego and Parcheesi,
Intense games such as these can make the strongest hearts turn queasy.
And for the very brave a midnight snack is a delight,
The way all freeze when sound is heard is such a splendid sight!
And then, for fun and relaxation of the mind
Makeovers are just the right way to pass the time!
When games run out, it may just be a blessing in disguise,
For then turns are taken, ghoulish stories to devise!
There's always singing (not too loud!) and chatting in the dark,
That is the last that happens, and it ends the long night's lark,
For one by one the sleepy ones go dropping off like flies,
The last not long before the first hints of a sunrise.
Oh, Sleepover, oh Sleepover, you are the best of things,
Such things as you are the envy of cabbages and kings.
Ok I am now able to finish typing it up. This is a poem I wrote awhile ago 02/15/08.
This is about when you were young and every thing is adventures and big. tell me what y'all think.
there lies an ancient shattered hall.
Are these the halls of ancient kings,
with jeweled, crowns and golden rings.
or are these the halls of dwarves of old,
With weapons fierce, and hoards of gold.
Or are these the houses of elven lords,
who are rich with song, and poetic words!
but perhaps, these are the dungeons that of evil wreak;
Where creatures of evil, and darkness sleep.
(sigh) Really its not but stone from houses old,
none weapons beautiful, or treasured gold.
I wrote this 02/15/08, So its probably, not very good =/.
I just found out Conrad and Erin, were married Saturday, and Ines wrote a very pretty piece; which reminded me of a piece I wrote almost 2 years ago. It is very bad, but I thought I'd post it, to contribute to such a celebratory occasion. ( haha now you can see how bad I was =P)
God bless you, Mr. and Mrs. Conrad.
The road was bleak, and dreary
the sky was cloudy gray
But I was jovial as ever, as I went upon my way.
Not all the rain, and cold, and wind could make me sad this day;
for I am getting married, to the love of my life today.
Her Dress, will be silken white, my tux will be black, not gray;
And I'll be the happiest man alive, as I walk down the aisle today.
So it seems like much of feminism’s talk about women making an important “contribution to society” is based on the following line of reasoning:
Women must do important work.
Work men do is important.
Therefore, women must do men’s work.
So let’s break this down a little, starting with the first premise:
“Women must do important work.”
Yes, I agree with the feminist position here: women MUST do important work. Every woman was created by God to accomplish some part of His plan for society. However, unlike the feminists, I do not define this “contribution to society” as “anything usually done by men.” I think the main (notice I said “main”, not “full”) contribution to society God is looking for from women is through creating a happy home atmosphere, and raising responsible, mature sons and daughters. Society is made up of human beings, and in order to have a well-adjusted, pleasant society to live in, we need firstly well-adjusted, pleasant people. Good mothers are what make that happen. It seems the feminists forget this…
Secondly,
“Work men do is important.”
Why thank you, Captain Obvious-yes it seems men ARE somewhat useful. 
But wait! I just complimented men-if I was a feminist, wouldn’t that be a form of heresy?! Haha, I digress…anyways- behind this statement, there’s usually contempt of domestic work (making a home, raising children, etc.) in play. Since I already went into the importance of domestic work in the previous paragraph, I will not go into it again here.
Thus,
“Women must do men’s work.”
This is a fallacy and completely false. It logically “works” only if one thinks that men’s work is the ONLY option as far as “important things to do” goes. Once you realize that there are lots of important things to do besides “man’s work” (like say, “woman’s work”) then the conclusion can no longer follow from the premises given.
So there you go. Improper Concept of Feminine Societal Contribution: Refuted
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei.
The word-painting gives a truly magnificent picture of the solemn beauty of a Requiem Mass, with the music sung by a schola cantorum of one member.
To see
velvet garments in mournful black,
gently swaying back and forth;
like the swinging of the pendulum, that keeps time on us all,
draped over old Father Time himself.
With every solemn genuflection
of his shaking frame,
there was a sort of tired plea
for mercy on the departed soul.
While gently and steadily, like the moon-hung tide,
did Sam's voice ebb and flow
with the solemn tones of the mass.
Solemn and quiet sat the black draped coffin,
silently listening to the mournful prayers
made by the priest's shaking voice;
and then to the steady reply,
in its gently chanted, solemn tones.
So silently stood I,
as the mournful asperges
wept its blessed tears over the quiet coffin.
While the thurifer silently breathed over it
his incensed breath, to give escort
to the soul, as she slowly walked down the aisle,
to be united, for all eternity,
with her heavenly Bridegroom.
Then solemnly did the coffin follow Christ
to its resting place;
till He comes again.
Accompanying this was Sam's steady voice
that seemed to follow
the coffin as it left the Church.
Then all was silent;
except the Altar boy's small button,
brushing against the pole of Christ's cross;
Which did sound as an iron bell's pean,
mournfully ringing in the distance.