The Perfect Present

The perfect present.

The perfect present is a gift above all the others, a gift to cherish for eternity.

The perfect present is worth more then jewels and gold and silver.

The perfect present is worth more than any price.

The perfect present is full of optimism, hope, and empowerment.

The perfect present is a way of fufilling your life.

The perfect present is living now, not in the future, not in the past.

The perfect present is today, in this minute, in this second, in this present.

And that, is perfect.

Saturday is soo much better then SUNDAY!!

Why is Saturday better than Sunday? Or is it?

YES, Saturday is better then Sunday. On Saturday, the whole weekend is in front of you and your life is full of possibilities. You can stay up as late as you want and wake up as late as you want to. On Sunday, the weekend feels over and the awful torment of Monday stands heavy on the horizon. Many people have church on Sunday or synagogue on Saturday so that can easily influence there decision either way. However, I am part of no religion, so that is not an aspect of my decision making. I simply love the feeling of opportunity on Saturday. Also, almost all sports and recreational activities are on Saturday, which I am an active part of. Besides, Saturday is just a cooler name then Sunday.

WHERE'S THE SNOW?

Ok, I just don't get it. We get below freezing temperatures all the time and we get rain too, but NEVER snow. Unless we are refering to the few tiny one hour flurries, we occasionally have. A WHITE CHRISTMAS WOULD BE NICE!!! There's even a song about that! Anyway, it just doesn't make sense. The weather always heats up right before it rains and then goes back to these stupid temperatures. The snow dances and ice cubes down the drain don't work!!!!! All we need is a bunch of frozen water. How hard can this be?????

A change in a life

I move into a strange land,
An awfully faraway place.
I glance around and take a step;
A look of fright is on my face.

This new world seems different.
It’s bizarre; I’m insecure.
Yet I’m comforted by the weather;
The air is fresh and pure.

The breeze blows in off the mountains
And the sea air is incredibly clean.
The hills are gentle subjects who
Are ruled by a mountain queen.

I step into my new home,
Followed by my dad
I see kids playing in the park;
“Maybe this isn’t so bad.”

Now I’m not a change addict-
I’m perfectly happy without.
But life may shift
It always does
And is it really so bad to reroute?