OH Jonas Bros- An Ode to a Bad Tweenage Fashion Trend

OH Jonas Bros
Where do you go,
To buy those pants that you love so?
Those skinny jeans are much too tight.
I especially don’t like them in white!

There is one thing I need to know,
It’s a silly thought, but here it goes,
How do you get them off at night?
I’d imagine the scene would be quite a fright!
With pliers and a brother near,
"Don’t rip my pants, careful near the rear!"

They’re plastered on, it’s no surprise
They’re hard to get off, even though they’re low rise.

Round the ankles, don’t they hurt?
Please do not tuck in your shirt!
Heartthrobs to tweens you three boys are,
What is the deal, can these fans not see far?

I like you boys for you’re unique,
Good boys that don’t behave like freaks,
But with these pants you can’t carry on.
Juniors or women’s pants you mustn’t don!

Oh Jonas Bros,
Please let me know,
Why you wear your pants just so.
I fear a trend is coming on,
I hope this fad will soon be gone!!!

Blind to Our Blessings

The American Dream= More is better. Our culture does a terrific job of tapping into our brains and impacting our belief systems. Whether it's Billy Mays trying to sell me the POWER of Orange Glo household cleaners, the neighbor driving the Mercedes Benz, or the fashion-plate at work who never wears the same thing twice, we are constantly impeded upon with messages that We must have it! We must get more! We must have the most, the biggest, the best.

Stop for a moment. Re-read that paragraph. Go, now. Do it. Do you realize what faulty logic our culture is based off of? Don't get me wrong, I like new things. They're shiny and pretty, or is it that they make me feel shiny and pretty? Either way- new stuff rocks. However, thinking beyond our earthly bodies puts everything into perspective. Yes, new stuff rocks, but does it last? Old stuff, was once new as well.... This is no new lesson for me- simply a reminder. As I dream about my new place- I've been slightly worried that I've chosen to purchase a one bedroom condo- and not two bedrooms. BUT I am reminding myself, that I do not need any more. I am spoiled in so many ways- and really, I prefer to follow the motto of "Less Is More." (And no, Christina, I'm not talking about the guy we knew in college named Less who was slightly overweight. LOL! I know. We're horrible. But, oh, how we had fun at ISU!)
Now if only I could apply the "Less is More" motto to my wardrobe & accessories. drat.

Anyway- this weekend at church the message was about wonder, or more specifically, appreciating all of God's creation and taking the time to notice the small stuff and genuinely say "Wow!" at all of the amazing sights, smells, textures, and sounds of our world. Most importantly- recognizing the wonder of the people we love. The ones in our lives who are most important to us and the things we love about them. My homework was to share mine with my family. So here's my list (I have recently confirmed that all of these family members are regulars around here or are indeed stalking my blog, so I figured now's a good a time as any to share this!) :) :

One thing I love about Mom is her generosity, creativity, and her joy for life (oh and definitely her outgoing "people-person" personality)!
One thing I love about Dad is his hard-work ethic, generosity, unconditional love, and willingness to help his kids in anyway he can.
One thing I love about Sally is her honesty, wisdom, strong faith, and sense of humor.
One thing I love about Billy is his quiet, sensitive kind-heart/caring, and his wicked (aka awesome) sense of humor.
One thing I love about Tyler is his friendliness- non-judgemental attitude towards all people, joyful personality, outgoing-ness and knowledge of all things mechanical that I am clueless about.

These are just a few things about each of you guys that came to mind first. I know I did more than one, but I couldn't help myself! Love you!

:: End Family Love Fest::

Ok seesh- I had no intention of this post ending up where it's at. That was supposed to be an introduction to a poem I wrote. I am always working on not caring what others think so much, so I plan to continue to post whatever the heck I want on here (within reason of course), even if I don't think it's very good. So, back to my title, I give to you a poem which I entitled:

Blind To Our Blessings

We have the sight to see the world, yet lack vision to know,
All the blessings in our lives, they’re everywhere we go.

We are blind to our blessings
Wishing, hoping, waiting
Never fully satisfied in finding what we think we need
We are blind to our blessings
Asking, begging, bargaining
Waiting on such desired things and opportunities

If we stop just for a moment and reflect on our God’s wonder
The miracles around us from a blade of grass to thunder
Crickets chirping in the fields, sunshine lighting up our days
Our God has blessed each of us in unbelievable ways

We are blind to our blessings
Wishing, hoping, waiting
Never fully satisfied in finding what we think we need
We are blind to our blessings
Asking, begging, bargaining
Waiting on such desired things and opportunities

Ponder on your family, with you through thick and thin
God designed such love and support to come from your friends and kin
Human lives intertwined, brought together with a bond to stay
God planned it from the start; He knew the way such things would play

We are blind to our blessings
Wishing, hoping, waiting
Never fully satisfied in finding what we think we need
We are blind to our blessings
Asking, begging, bargaining
Waiting on such desired things and opportunities

Caring for our every need, a place to rest our heads at night,
Good health and wisdom to know what is wrong from what is right
A job to do, loved ones to love
These blessings bestowed to us from above

So what is it you’re waiting on? Wishing and hoping for?
Waiting on God to answer you and open up such doors
Perhaps you need to recognize that things will come and go
Bigger, better, newer, younger, may always taunt you so
But every treasure in this world will one day fade away
The good news is God’s grace and blessings are here for you today.

Could it be all that you needed you had right from the start?
The Love of God can surely fill your heart
If you choose to open up your eyes and truly, fully see
That the blessings you’ve been waiting on
Were not what you thought you would need.

I won’t be blind to my blessings
Loving, praising, appreciating
Satisfied with all I have as I go throughout my days
I won’t be blind to my blessings
Trusting God, we walk together, discovering what’s next
Knowing He will provide in His most perfect way.



If you've made it this far, thanks for reading! Happy Tuesday!

Poetry: Double Delight

Full of It

If you say I’m full of IT, you may very well be right
But what is IT I’d argue, I can sure put up a fight
I’d say IT's creativity, ideas, fears, hopes, and dreams
You’d say IT's self absorption, excuses, hiding from reality

I’d much more like to ponder on my happy thoughts than yours
For my IT has the power to open up new doors
Your IT stops one in his tracks, he turns and just sits down
My IT sends him running past the obstacles around

It’s all about perspective, yes anyone can see
For we all are full of something, what will your IT be?

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Words
Letters together
Burst into magic meaning
To ignite the mind

If Something’s Wrong, Everything’s Alright

I am in full procrastination mode. I have to be ready to leave for AZ when I leave my house for work Thursday morning. That means sub plans for three full days need to be completed in addition to my suitcase being packed. Instead of working on these items, I wrote a poem about the rhythm of life. While I am a bit stressed to get all this done and even to go on this trip since it will be tough to see my G-ma in the hospital, and my G-pa getting by w/out her, I am realizing that I get more done when I have less time in which to do it, and that I am happier when I am busy, than when I am stress-free with lots of time on my hands. Sounds weird to admit... Don't get me wrong, I love time off and especially my weekends, but I guess I just mean that sometimes I prefer to be busy. 'Nuff said.... Enjoy!

If Something’s Wrong, Everything’s Alright

My room’s a mess
Papers need grading
Sub plans are calling my name
I’m up too late
I ate too much sugar
Being short on time is what I blame

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Without treasured items a mess could not be made
Glad to have a job from which the papers grow,
Freedom to go where I need to go
My rhythm can’t be bound to that of a structured bedtime so
At night I gain my second wind to create and work and flow
The clock is ticking seconds pass, yet worry I do not
Everything will come together in time and I do know

Perfection's unattainable
My habits seem unchangeable
So I ponder on this thought,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

My room immaculate
No work to do
In bed by nine
May sound just fine
But bored is what I’d be
Predictably practical is what I seek
But why?
Deep down I know,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Without a challenge or two
No list of things to do
We’d float through our day and you’d see
The boredom set in, for both you and me
Although the stress at times may come to engulf you in its cloud
And the daunting challenges can be so loud
These hills and mountains
Build you…. stronger
Change you… for better
Shape you… into someone new

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

So make your to do list
Don’t cringe one bit
You’re here for a reason
Keep on pushing and remember,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

Perfection unattainable
A mess the status quo
This truth I know,

If something’s wrong, everything’s alright

If nothing’s wrong…
Are YOU alright…?



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This poem is kind of a mish mosh of a mess, but I had fun writing this and it destressed me a bit. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I am determined not to leave work until my sub plans are done. Then when I get home I will pack and everything will be all good.

Peace Out.

That's My Grandma Milli

I have never truly lost a loved one. I know I am very fortunate.

When I was about 13 or so, my hamster Scooter died. I cried real tears over the loss. He was a good hamster. He nibbled on the carrots I would feed him and let me confine him in a clear plastic ball while he scampered about the house, for my viewing enjoyment. He even let me hold him and pet his light orange and white fur, and he only ever bit my brothers when they would pull his tail or squeeze him too hard. Like I said, he was a good hamster. :) (Sidenote: My sister wanted to name him Alaskan Patches… yeah I know! In her defense, the white patch on his side WAS in the shape of Alaska.) Anyhow, after Scooter died, I cried my tears, and then we buried him in a Kleenex box next to the garden. Case Closed. Hamsters die. I was lucky he lasted his projected lifespan of 3 years. Life went on.

Sure there was my turtle, Shak, that ran away, my snail, Slimer, that melted under a hot lamp, and of course a few goldfish that went belly up. (Two in college due to the stupidity of Christina and I putting them in bottled Evian water- we wanted the best for our fish Stick and Feisty. ) The sadness I felt from these losses was a small raindrop in the massive oceans of sorrow.

Now however, I am feeling sad- a different kind of sad that I have not experienced before. My grandmother has been in the hospital a little over a month now. Normally when we’ve spoken, while physically her body is not up to par- she was in good spirits. She exuded energy during our conversations and would chat away. Not being able to see her I would have expected she was sitting on one of her bar stools at her kitchen counter, in front of her crossword puzzles and magnifying glasses, instead of laying in a hospital bed.

I spoke with my grandma last night, and I only lasted about a minute before I broke down in tears and had to pass the phone off to my sister. She told my mom yesterday that she thinks she is dying. While I knew it was her on the other end of the line yesterday- it was not the jovial Grandma Milli that I am accustumed to hearing through the receiver. Her responses were short, almost labored, and all the emotion I had been holding in came spilling out as I realized that I can’t have her here forever.

She has been telling my mom that she wants to be buried on the right side of my grandfather (who is still alive and well). Then last night, she said to my sister, “If anything happens to me, take care of Grandpa.” I am sad that I can’t be with her right now, yet also sickened by the fact that I’m not sure that I want to see her- to see her like this, that is. I do know that if she were closer I would be there by her side, no matter how hard it would be, so really it is the distance that is keeping us apart at this point. I’m praying for some guidance as to when/if it would be a good time to go out there. Anything is possible really. She very well could pull through- she has been a trooper thus far, but as of late- yesterday and today- her instincts say otherwise.

I know she cannot live forever. We are all going to die, yet selfishly I do not want to let her go. And while I know she will be going home to be with Jesus, I selfishly want her to stay here with me- at least a little while longer. And not just for my sake, but for my grandpa’s sake, her husband of over 60 years. They bicker like you wouldn’t believe, but in the quiet of the night, as they lay in bed just before falling asleep they would always debrief the day, unaware that I could hear them from my bed down the hall. Usually they would be bragging about their children and grandchildren and you could tell they were proud. Proud of their family and content and secure as long as the other was next to them. Milli and Leroy belong together like PB and J, Cookies and Milk, Peas and Carrots-- it makes me sad to think of one being without the other, especially while they are so far away from me. It is a rather helpless feeling.

Any prayers would be greatly appreciated.




And now, a poem

This one's for you, Grandma:


Not Your Average Grandma

Milli Stark is not your average granny
Her creative abilities are just uncanny

She’s an artistic, oil painting, craft making
Mexican tortilla casserole baking

Creative crossword puzzling pro
Making the best sandwiches just so

That’s my Grandma Milli

Collecting Betty Boop and Teddy Bears
Always remembering me in her prayers

Gambling in poker and nickel slots
Emailing me from Arizona lots

Cyber grandma is what we call her
A lover of sweets, just like me, for sure

That’s my Grandma Milli

Laughing together throughout the days
Sharing with me a Bohemian phrase

Creating the perfect egg, scrambled
Teasing my grandpa, she often rambled

Witch hazel’s number one fan
Play the organ? Yes she can!

That’s My Grandma Milli

Classic storyteller of my past
Viewing me through a flaw eliminating eyeglass

Always sharing an encouraging word
Her positive praise, I always heard

I love her dearly and she loves me
I’ll never be ready for Jesus to set her free

That’s My Grandma Milli



Not to ruin the moment or anything but I gotta do it: "WAAAAH WAAAA" Yes, tonight I am feeling like a total Debbie Downer. Perhaps I should have warned you at the beginning of this post... And finally, this clip art somewhat applies:
LOL! What's funny is I'm really not depressed. I know my wonderful grandmother of 85 years of age cannot live forever, and I do not doubt that she is heavenbound, yet it does not make it any easier. I have never lost someone close to me before, so this is just hard for me. Anyway, I'll be alright. I have hope and some peace. I just pray she is not in pain, and that the Lord will heal her. If it is her time to go, I pray that God will carry us all through this difficult time, particularly my dear Grandpa, her husband of over 60 years.

New Beginnings

I’m on a poetry kick- Check it out:

New Beginnings

Selective memory is a blessing
Allowing us to hang on to the memories that bring us joy
While tossing out those that cast shadows on our souls

Blessings in disguise most often do cause pain
Through which we are stretched, heated, molded, changed and made new
After the storm peace will arrive
At an unknown time which we hold hope to discover

The year has turned
Capping off memories bound in time
Opening doors to the possibilities ahead
And if the year has already gone sour, there’s always tomorrow
The sun will rise
And a new beginning will begin again


Happy New Year! Wishing you all a healthy, joyous 2008! :)

Where I'm From

Two summers ago (2006) I wrote this poem as an assignment for one of my masters' courses. The point of the assignment was to reflect on yourself, family, etc. and share a piece of who you are/where you've come from, through poetry. I found this as I was sorting through old files on my old computer and thought I'd post it to at least have here if I should ever want to look back on it.


June 15, 2006

Where I’m From

I am from the dining room table,
where mugs sit that emit the aroma of fresh brewed coffee.
I am from the tall trees scattered in the distance,
which swallow the mailbox from my front door’s view.
I am from the raccoons scampering nearby,
the neighbor’s barking dogs, the chirping birds, and fireflies.

I am from Arizona where the hot sun shines.
I am from Milli and Leroy,
the supporting, loving, outgoing, and humorous,
who love to tease.
From where witch hazel can cure any ailment,
and a timely joke always evokes joyful sounds of laughter.

I am from delicious food and a gourmet cook,
who makes chocolate cake and a five-course meal appear,
after the fridge has been surveyed,
and we’ve reported that there’s nothing to eat.

I am from a joyful year,
where Nathan’s arrival brought us all happy tears.
From Friday night family dinners where we linger at the table
to dote on the little one and laugh together,
long after our plates have been cleared.
I am from the house that never sleeps.

From where my grandmother’s Bohemian words are thrown into the mix,
and my grandfather’s dusty black and white war pictures
remain crisp and colorfully vivid in his mind.
I am from a long, hard to pronounce, strangely spelled last name.
My heroes are not well known, rather they are the ones in my life who have a great Christian faith and live by a strong moral code,
who I feel so blessed to know.





The teacher in me is dying to assign you the same task! What would your "Where I'm From" Poem say?