The Middle

I'm waiting. 

For the past week, I've had my phone glued to my side. 

As I anticipate one call from my sweet cousin who will soon be bringing new life into this world, I dread another call from my husband with news of a wonderful person leaving this world. 

Is it ok to be excited for one person when I only have a few moments left with the other?

How did I find myself here? 

I walked through the wildwood, and what did I see
But a unicorn with his horn stuck in a tree,
Cryin’, “Someone please help me before it‘s too late.”
I hollered, “I’ll free you.” He hollered back, “Wait--
How much will it hurt? How long will it take?
Are you sure that my horn will not scratch, bend, or break?
How hard will you pull? How much must I pay?
Must you do it right now or is Wednesday okay?
Have you done this before? Do you have the right tools?
Have you graduated from horn-savin’ school?
Will I owe you a favor? And what will it be?
Do you promise that you will not damage the tree?
Should I close my eyes? Should I sit down or stand?
Do you have insurance? Have you washed your hands?
And after you free me--tell me what then?
Can you guarantee I won’t get stuck again?
Tell me when. Tell me how.
Tell me why. Tell me where….”

I guess that he’s still sittin’ there.

"Help!" by Shel Silverstein

Ready, Willing, and Able; A Poem for Skinny

Go visit Skinny!  Tell her that we should chat :o)

THANKS!!!

I got a call on Wednesday saying I had a package to pick up...

Oh, we enjoyed!

He said the bet I won,

So you may think this silliness is done.

I have news for you,

I am not through,

It's my turn for some fun!

The cookies are great,

I've had at least eight!

But I must pause my lovin'

And fire the oven,

For it is HIS turn to wait!

Thanks so much Bob!!  They are delicious!! 

Funny story... last night after supper, Mike, Jaden and I had our cookies on our plates.  Jaden was eating hers, as was Mike.  I was still finishing up my supper so mine was still sitting on my plate.  Mike wanted a second cookie but instead of taking one from the jar, he just took mine.  I was completely fine with that because the jar was sitting right beside me... no biggie.  Jaden did not like it though!  She was yelling, "Daddy, NO!  DADDY!  NO!!"  Then, her poor little chin started to quiver and she started to cry!  "I don't like Daddy!  He took your cookie!"  Poor sweet baby :o)

A Poem for Fuzzy

There once was a man named Bob.

He's from Jersey though not in the mob.

He got in a car wreck a while ago,

And should be whipping up some cookie dough,

But he's not... Bob, don't be a snob!

You see, Fuzzy's a big racing buff,

Me? I could give a fluff!

But his one request,

Was to see me dressed,

In a NASCAR shirt (man, that was tough!)

"Go big or go home" is what I like to say,

So amongst the 'billies one cold, winter day,

I headed to Wal-Mart,

And loaded my cart,

With Kyle Busch racing gear... I look good, if I simply must say!

Ah yes, you see my shirt?

My ego, it's kinda hurt.

I really feel terrible,

Adorned in Busch wearables

When my heart belongs to Tony Stewart!

I bit the bullet for 'ol Mr. Fuzz,

In the dressing room of Wally World simply because,

It's cookies I need,

Satisfaction guaranteed,

This was hard for me (really, it was!)

**I hope you're feeling good, Bob!  Take care of yourself :o)**