Sunday, September 6, 2009

Back to School


This week all the kiddies go back to school, including mine. Last year didnt go exactly how I would have liked for it to go for my son (the 14 year old) but I dont want to talk about the negative aspect of it, that would be completely opposite of what I preach. So Here's to this year going well and my kids excelling beyond our expectations. My son has been through it once so his second time around should be a breeze! My daughter (the 10 year old) enjoys school and is so excited this year because she gets to be safety, I remember when I was a kid and I wanted to be a safety all the time but never got the chance so I am also excited for her. She dont even mind having to go to school early. This year will have to be a lil more structured in order for them to meet their goals. i was planning on enrolling my son in a charter school but they dont have room at the time, which he didnt want to do because of the whole uniform thing but they have art and so many other extra curricular things to choose from I think it would be so much better for him, but everything happens for a reason so we are looking to the bright side and he is happy he is going to the same school as last year. I never liked school as a kid and I always try to talk positive about school with the kids so not to discourage them. I think we have most of our school shopping done to... $400 later LOL

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Autumn Storehouse by Virginia Borman Grimmer


Autumn Storehouse
I'd like to take October days
And store them in my mind,
To warm me during Winter's reign
When nature proves unkind.

Then I remember sunshine,
The Autumn rich with gold,
And tawny fields a-flower
With wonders quite untold.

My thoughts will ease the moments
When in reverie I dwell,
And linger for the present
In some bright majestic dell.
~Virginia Borman Grimmer~

Friday, September 4, 2009

Here comes a check.....

I have told the story of the 8$ check I got after watching The Secret the first time. Well I am trying it again hoping for a bigger one this time. Funny thing on of my Ya Ya's mentioned it the other day but the figure she said was 12$ and then that very same day my another friend was laughing how she herself got a $12 check that same day! LOL Also, I have mention tools to help with using the power of th law of attraction, one is a check you can write yourself. Here is the link again~> http://www.whatisthesecret.tv/the-secret-scrolls/the-secret-check.html
I am going to print me one out and write it for about 1,200$ I am expecting a return for my corrected taxes soon so maybe this will help it along I really could use it ASAP!
So I will keep everyone up to date and let you know when that check rolls in !

September by Brierly Ashour


September


Brierly Ashour


When the goldenrod is yellow,
And leaves are turning brown -
Reluctantly the summer goes
In a cloud of thistledown.

When squirrels are harvesting
And birds in flight appear -
By these autumn signs we know
September days are here.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Leaf Blankets by Irene B. Crofoot

Leaf Blankets


Irene B. Crofoot


Leaves are falling, soft as snowflakes,
Red and yellow, gold and brown;
The breeze laughs gaily in the treetops,
Shaking all the color down.

Leaves are covering the gardens
As my blanket covers me.
When cold winter comes, the flowers
Will be warm as warm can be.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Fall is Here by Helen H. Moore


Fall is Here


Helen H. Moore


Fall is here.
Another year
is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,
orange, gold, and red.
Fall is sweaters with long sleeves
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is footbell,
Fall is pumpkins,
Fall's where summer ends.
And
Fall is coming back to school,
and seeing all my friends.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg


Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.