She ~Who Likes to Play...

She ~ who likes to play…

     

My adorable Lab mix is insanely playful at times! If I am engrossed in writing something she will come up and nudge her nose under my writing arm and insist that I stop and throw a ball to her. It’s her way of saying that I need a break!  Funny thing is, she is usually right…

    Carlie enjoys a car ride as much as any excited 2 year old ~ she hops right into the front passenger seat and stares out the window at all the other cars. Occasionally she sees what she considers a “mean person” or a would be robber- then into a barking frenzy she goes! Usually she calms down after we speed up and pass the perpetrator but only after I promise her a treat.

     Countless times I have taken her with me to the store at night and she waits in the car while I make a quick errand. Mind you ~ she enjoys the scenery and the ride, and I enjoy the fact that I feel safe when I walk to my car and get in. Oftentimes I am asked If I would like help out to my car with my groceries but I usually decline because Carlie does not favor “ bag boys”…she sees them as a threat. I try to tell her that they just want to help me, but she’s just a little protective of me. #iamsothankful!

     All in all, having a canine like Carlie makes for good company ~she knows when I need a break and I know when she would like a “T-R-E-A-T”! Here’s to more car rides and trips to Starbucks!!

My Canine Trainer

      I am a runner ~ so they say, but not in the traditional sense. Not a competitive person by nature, running affords me the luxury of eating chocolate and enjoying the benefits of good health.


Carlie~a bad case of "Black Toe"

     When I run solo, my running companion is a black lab mix named Carlie. Flanked by her on one side and with my iPod secured to my opposite arm, I meet my daily mileage quota beating the streets of my own neighborhood.

     Of late however, Carlie is hesitant about going outside. I am not sure if the loud trucks intimidate her as we cross a busy divided highway to get to our starting point, or that she simply prefers the clay/grass trail to asphalt pavement.

     After our last four miler, she acted like her feet were sore- (don’t laugh – it’s true!) A careful observation of her paws revealed that the pads appeared, dry, cracked and raw and I immediately applied a soothing salve. Since then, Carlie has been less enthusiastic about running on pavement, though I can still manage to coax her with the promise of a ‘treat!’

     We are similar in that way: I am one who looks for a reward in my daily goals…and while Carlie’s is a meal bone ~ mine is dark chocolate!  Aaahh- it is the Sweetness of life♪♫



Owed To the Code

Owed to The Code

Your skirt is just a fraction
A working man's -distraction
A symbol of nonconformity . . .
It may look so cute on
The bottom that it curves upon
But, it also doth not cover up your knees.

You see, holiness on the outside
addresses what is- inside,
A manfestation of His righteousness.
And holiness is God's way
to honor and to say,
He expects more from us,
And certainly -nothing less.


3/19/09

Yet -a "C" does not define me-Revisited

A "C" does not define me
it only serves to try me,
to gain attention of a higher grade.

It wittles and it tries me,
and often does it buy me
much added tension
to my stress filled day.

No, a "C" does not yet thrill me,
but hardly will it kill me,
therein is the element of pride . . .
for a "C' will just afford me,
a level of generality-
and therein -will I choose not to abide.

Ode To MAT 1033

Numbers are members
to an exclusive club,
filled with Algebraic expressions
Trigonometry and stuff.

They talk of equations
polynomial - and - linear,
with trinomial factors
causing exponential fear.

Numbers are members
a sect of their own,
hard to compete with
and bad to the bone.

They build the tall buildings
they medicate the sick,
they teach the young children
to measure with a 'stick.'

Numbers are members
-for this club I seek,
I study and I mingle
for a chance to compete;

and give numbers a chance
to take hold of my brain,
and help me succeed -
in this mathematical game.

Numbers are members . . .
maybe one day - I'll be.

a "C" does not define me.

The Lettering - that teachers bring
their students, after test-
dispells the myth, much to their wit
they did not give 'their best.'

For such a grade - will so display
a triumphant bold decree-
victor or victorious,
or plain mediocrity.

But, to the dismay
of those who lay
beside their books -pre-test,
it may be
the letter - "C"
does not define 'your best.'

The Face of History

Today the face of history
has changed.

We have witnessed Dr. King's dream come full circle;
and the world as we have known it -
will never, ever be the same.

Red and yellow, black and white -
America has chosen
Obama, tonight.

God bless America-

11/4/2008