Food....I love it so. The endless combinations of deliciousness are so endless and delicious. If you put a little bit of this with a little bit of that, the this balances with the that and creates a whatever that could make you forget all else. The world has heard enough of silly love songs and they really should move onto food songs.
I wouldn't say I'm a foodie because that's a rather expensive hobby. I wouldn't say I'm a health nut because that would mean to much work and I'm a very lazy cook. I'm not a nutritionist though that would be what degree I would want to get if I went back to school. I think I am this: The Luckiest Girl ALIVE Because My Whole Childhood My Mother Raised Me On A Wide Variety Of Healthy Food And My Whole Marriage My Husband Has Been In The Kitchen Making Sure Food Tastes Awesome.
I know right?
The BEST gift my mom has ever given me, besides showing me how to be in love with the Lord, is feeding me healthy and with great variety. You just have no idea how HUGE that is for your kids. Those steps you walk your kids through day by day, week by week are going to be the footprints they naturally fall back into as an adult. I naturally eat nature. You know, plants and stuff. It just comes so naturally.
Listen and listen good or I will get my Good Seed Organics, blend them down, make them look like brownies, and then trick you. Make the Right impression on your kids. You can do it! I just know it! You tell them to clean their room and they need to do it. You tell them to look before crossing the street and they need to do it. Give them a wide beautiful variety of vegetables and they will do it!
My son still eats broccoli like it's made of alien brains but I still make him do it. He used to eat carrots the same way but now he eats them straight out of his grandpa's field. It can happen to you! See, that's the name of another love song but it can also be a food song!
You should have seen my face when I found out my dad was starting an organic vegetable farm. It looked like I just made it into the New York City Ballet. Yeah...that excited. You cannot believe how thrilled I am to have my fridge full of lush, nutritious, AMAZING fresh FOOD every day of the week. It's like owning my own cupcake shop only I won't have to audition for The Biggest Loser.
Please please please please do the right thing by your kids. Show them how to love the Lord. Show them how to cross the street. Show them how to EAT.
(this message fueled by www.goodseedorgancs.com)
Oh hold on. I should give you a friendly tip after being so stern with you. I have learned a couple of things about my dinner prepping over the past couple of years. These two things help keep my kitchen stress level down a couple of notches.
1. I cook dinner in the early afternoon. Usually around 1 or so. Between 3 and 5 in the afternoon is not the best time because frankly my kids and I are more tired and less behaved. AND running around all irritated right when my husband gets home every day is LAME.
2. I cook three meals at a time and hopefully give myself a couple days off in the middle of the week. Guys...being a mom is just plain BUSY. Find ways to make your day go easier on you. When I cook my meals I usually have one in the crock pot, one on the stove, and a bunch of hunks of meat on the grill. I sound like a restaurant chef huh?
I don't follow to many recipes to the letter. I sneak my Good Seed veggies wherever I can and I also have this guy named Mr Cook who cooks A LOT. That's right. If we wrote a cookbook together I think I would call it "The Ironic Cook" by Richard and Rachel Cook. Well, because we do like cooking but the things we cook are so simple and so not a lot of cooking...well compared to some. Or maybe I'd call it "The Cook Cookbook of Cooks That Simply Cook"....yes?
Okay...here are my three favorite recipes right now that involve what's in season over at Good Seed. Enjoy! (and you better eat right or I going to come over there and set the timer on you...mom joke)
http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/potato-kale-soup-with-gruyre-10000000522150/
http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/grilled-split-chicken-with-rosemary-garlic-10000000222853/
(with the grilled chicken just saute up some Good Seed spinach with some garlic..mmmmmmhhmmm)
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/lentil-soup-recipe/index.html
My walk with the Lord is in a constant state of trying out loud. Writing this blog is just me trying out loud. Writing words is just another form of art and sharing your art is you being willing to try out loud. I don't knit scarves or make furniture out of rescued pallets or bake cakes. I write words. I drink coffee, love my family, receive boundless love from my Creator, and I write words.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Completed Thought for the day: Spiritual Muscles vs. Sweet Tooth
"If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small." Proverbs 24:10
....Rachel, if you fall a part when you are not having fun but enduring discomfort, your spiritual muscles are puny....
It's more like "minutes of adversity" at this stage of life. I'm cheerful, I'm happy, and then one of my NOT FAVORITES ruins it all (Here they are so you know to never do these to me because I might yell "Get buckled NOW" at you : running late, unnecessary messes, biting, disastrous messy house) There is something built inside of me that craves comfort and demands peace and quiet. As a mother of small children, the best birthday present you could give me is one whole day by myself. I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. Nothing is everything. Peace and quiet. Alas, I have realized that that craving for comfort and demand for peace and quiet is not fulfilling and shows that my strength is indeed small. I have never been more aware of my wayward sinful attitude then after becoming a mother.
I have a fun sweet tooth...fun for a busy mother is peace and quiet...a fun sweet tooth doesn't mean that you NEED peace and quiet, it means that you WANT SOME. It doesn't mean that peace and quiet is the only way that you can function, it means that it's the only way you WANT to function. I don't NEED to be left alone to be a nice pleasant mother, I WANT to be left alone to be a nice pleasant mother. I demand my WANTS so much from God that I end up missing all that He really desires me to NEED.
My fun sweet tooth yells louder than my spiritual muscles.
Cut it out....make the tooth shut up so you can hear your muscles.
Amen? Of course amen!
....Rachel, if you fall a part when you are not having fun but enduring discomfort, your spiritual muscles are puny....
It's more like "minutes of adversity" at this stage of life. I'm cheerful, I'm happy, and then one of my NOT FAVORITES ruins it all (Here they are so you know to never do these to me because I might yell "Get buckled NOW" at you : running late, unnecessary messes, biting, disastrous messy house) There is something built inside of me that craves comfort and demands peace and quiet. As a mother of small children, the best birthday present you could give me is one whole day by myself. I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. Nothing is everything. Peace and quiet. Alas, I have realized that that craving for comfort and demand for peace and quiet is not fulfilling and shows that my strength is indeed small. I have never been more aware of my wayward sinful attitude then after becoming a mother.
I have a fun sweet tooth...fun for a busy mother is peace and quiet...a fun sweet tooth doesn't mean that you NEED peace and quiet, it means that you WANT SOME. It doesn't mean that peace and quiet is the only way that you can function, it means that it's the only way you WANT to function. I don't NEED to be left alone to be a nice pleasant mother, I WANT to be left alone to be a nice pleasant mother. I demand my WANTS so much from God that I end up missing all that He really desires me to NEED.
My fun sweet tooth yells louder than my spiritual muscles.
Cut it out....make the tooth shut up so you can hear your muscles.
Amen? Of course amen!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Why this Homeschooled is Homeschooling and cool stuff like that
The most frequently asked homeschooling question I received when I was a kid was "How much time do you spend doing schoolwork everyday?"....boring...
Now the most frequently asked homeschooling question I receive is basically, now mind you I paraphrase how people actually word it, "How do you think you turned out as a completely home schooled child?"...now this is an exciting question to answer so everyone set down and enjoy your morning coffee and I'll tell you about it. I've got to be quick though because I'm running a private school out of my home and it opens in about 30min.
This will not be a blog post to try to convince you to home school. It will not be a blog post to pull my arrogant home-schooled-are-smarter-and-more-spiritual-card. I shredded that card a while back and I hope I never come across as a pompous self righteous home educator ever again. This is more of a thank you to what my parents did for me and my mission statement as a 2nd generation home school parent. I hope it will be an encouragement to those who are just starting to educate their children and feel like the results are so far away and a bit vague and scary. I didn't turn out scary, did I? I think my public schooled husband just goof awed at me. Again, I say this over and over: we really really don't want to mess up our kids and we really really want them to grow up to absolutely be in love with the Lord and may He please forgive us if we do anything but our very best and we know He'll take care of the rest. Oh and also, this may surprise you but I really don't believe in using the Bible to prove that home schooling is more godly. The truth is that educating children changes with each culture and each era and each family circumstance. Please raise Deuteronomy 6 kids! That IS God's calling for all of us but heaven forbid that I take that passage and shove it in your face and say that I'm better than you.
I'm cooler than you though. What? Home schoolers are the new cool!
Okay, there are maybe 300 reasons why Richard and I chose to home school but really they could all fit under 3 categories that melt my heart with gladness when I am gathered around the table with our piles of books and piles of children.
TIME with them
There is so little of that T word right? My oldest just turned 7! That's just not okay with me. Two more of those 7's and she could be married! Their are so few years that they get to spend with us so I want them near me and loved and taught by me and my husband. I want to be the one that teaches them to read and to be there to answer questions like "If Jesus died on the cross for our sins then why do we still sin?" or "Why did people make up all these sight words just to confuse little kids?" I want to be there and discover the creativity that comes out of nowhere. Anna is so much like me and just want to dance and draw and write and be off in Anna Land and I love it. I already see that Caleb is going to be over my head before I know it and I'll have to find him a science club so he can be smarter than me at the age of 8 so let me know if you hear of any smart clubs around here.
TIME with the church and the Lord
Really the only difference I saw with my private/public schooled friends that grew up with godly involved parents is that they had like 8 hours more schoolwork than I had every day. I really felt sorry for the poor things though I secretly laughed behind all the fiction books I had time to read. This freed me up for tons more time to be involved in ministry. I knew kids who actually didn't get to go to youth group because they had too much homework. Now that's just lame. There was really nothing more important to my parents then that we be involved in church and we took every opportunity we could to serve and to learn more about the Lord.
TIME spent is time remembered
This is hard one to explain but I'll try. My children are in their most influential years. Their mind is like a picture album. Every day they put away more and more memories of conversations, songs they've learned and TV they've watched and hugs they've received and that time you made cookies with them and that book you just finished reading and how their mother gets so cranky when daddy is deployed and on and on and on. It's all filed away in their brain. As their mother, I want it to be filled to the brim with good influences. With pictures of how the Lord sees everything.
Well, I hear the troops getting restless out there. I need to put on my bunny slippers and go read some Greek history with them. You know why my mom is the smartest person in the world? Because she took all twelve grades 11 times in a row. I'm only going to take them four times in a row so I'll only be a little smarter in ten years.
Thank you, mom and dad for doing all this for me. I think I turned out okay. I can't spell and I make up words but honestly, I loved my childhood and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even Jo March's. Right now, I'm having tons of fun giving my kids much of the same good stuff.
You guys have a fun day and stay as cool as home schooled.
Now the most frequently asked homeschooling question I receive is basically, now mind you I paraphrase how people actually word it, "How do you think you turned out as a completely home schooled child?"...now this is an exciting question to answer so everyone set down and enjoy your morning coffee and I'll tell you about it. I've got to be quick though because I'm running a private school out of my home and it opens in about 30min.
This will not be a blog post to try to convince you to home school. It will not be a blog post to pull my arrogant home-schooled-are-smarter-and-more-spiritual-card. I shredded that card a while back and I hope I never come across as a pompous self righteous home educator ever again. This is more of a thank you to what my parents did for me and my mission statement as a 2nd generation home school parent. I hope it will be an encouragement to those who are just starting to educate their children and feel like the results are so far away and a bit vague and scary. I didn't turn out scary, did I? I think my public schooled husband just goof awed at me. Again, I say this over and over: we really really don't want to mess up our kids and we really really want them to grow up to absolutely be in love with the Lord and may He please forgive us if we do anything but our very best and we know He'll take care of the rest. Oh and also, this may surprise you but I really don't believe in using the Bible to prove that home schooling is more godly. The truth is that educating children changes with each culture and each era and each family circumstance. Please raise Deuteronomy 6 kids! That IS God's calling for all of us but heaven forbid that I take that passage and shove it in your face and say that I'm better than you.
I'm cooler than you though. What? Home schoolers are the new cool!
Okay, there are maybe 300 reasons why Richard and I chose to home school but really they could all fit under 3 categories that melt my heart with gladness when I am gathered around the table with our piles of books and piles of children.
TIME with them
There is so little of that T word right? My oldest just turned 7! That's just not okay with me. Two more of those 7's and she could be married! Their are so few years that they get to spend with us so I want them near me and loved and taught by me and my husband. I want to be the one that teaches them to read and to be there to answer questions like "If Jesus died on the cross for our sins then why do we still sin?" or "Why did people make up all these sight words just to confuse little kids?" I want to be there and discover the creativity that comes out of nowhere. Anna is so much like me and just want to dance and draw and write and be off in Anna Land and I love it. I already see that Caleb is going to be over my head before I know it and I'll have to find him a science club so he can be smarter than me at the age of 8 so let me know if you hear of any smart clubs around here.
TIME with the church and the Lord
Really the only difference I saw with my private/public schooled friends that grew up with godly involved parents is that they had like 8 hours more schoolwork than I had every day. I really felt sorry for the poor things though I secretly laughed behind all the fiction books I had time to read. This freed me up for tons more time to be involved in ministry. I knew kids who actually didn't get to go to youth group because they had too much homework. Now that's just lame. There was really nothing more important to my parents then that we be involved in church and we took every opportunity we could to serve and to learn more about the Lord.
TIME spent is time remembered
This is hard one to explain but I'll try. My children are in their most influential years. Their mind is like a picture album. Every day they put away more and more memories of conversations, songs they've learned and TV they've watched and hugs they've received and that time you made cookies with them and that book you just finished reading and how their mother gets so cranky when daddy is deployed and on and on and on. It's all filed away in their brain. As their mother, I want it to be filled to the brim with good influences. With pictures of how the Lord sees everything.
Well, I hear the troops getting restless out there. I need to put on my bunny slippers and go read some Greek history with them. You know why my mom is the smartest person in the world? Because she took all twelve grades 11 times in a row. I'm only going to take them four times in a row so I'll only be a little smarter in ten years.
Thank you, mom and dad for doing all this for me. I think I turned out okay. I can't spell and I make up words but honestly, I loved my childhood and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even Jo March's. Right now, I'm having tons of fun giving my kids much of the same good stuff.
You guys have a fun day and stay as cool as home schooled.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Instructions on Don't
Don't lick your sister
Don't lick the counter
Don't lick the butter knife
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Lick a porcupine
Don't chew on your pencil
Don't chew on your fingers
Don't chew on your pillow
And never ever never ever
Chew on a porcupine
Don't squeeze your juice box
Don't squeeze the baby
Don't squeeze an earthworm
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Squeeze a porcupine
Don't tickle a lion or a shark
Don't tickle a tarantula or an alligator
Don't tickle a grizzly bear when it needs to go potty
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Tickle a porcupine
Don't wake her dolly
Don't wake his dinosaurs
Don't wake your father
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Wake a cranky porcupine
Don't spill my coffee please
DON'T spill my coffee please
DON'T SPILL my coffee please
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Spill a porcupine's coffee
Don't lick the counter
Don't lick the butter knife
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Lick a porcupine
Don't chew on your pencil
Don't chew on your fingers
Don't chew on your pillow
And never ever never ever
Chew on a porcupine
Don't squeeze your juice box
Don't squeeze the baby
Don't squeeze an earthworm
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Squeeze a porcupine
Don't tickle a lion or a shark
Don't tickle a tarantula or an alligator
Don't tickle a grizzly bear when it needs to go potty
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Tickle a porcupine
Don't wake her dolly
Don't wake his dinosaurs
Don't wake your father
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Wake a cranky porcupine
Don't spill my coffee please
DON'T spill my coffee please
DON'T SPILL my coffee please
And never ever never ever
Under any circumstances
Spill a porcupine's coffee
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Pride and Procrastination:The saga of a youngish unpublished writer
Last year I discovered something rather interesting about my inner athlete. It's that I have no inner athlete. None whatsoever. I was training for a half marathon because I really wanted to find some inkling of an inner athlete in this ballerina body. I truly have admired marathoners and triathaloners and the whole Olympic spirit that surrounds you people. I love that the apostle Paul uses athletics in so many verses to describe this life we have to run for Christ and finish for His glory. You athletes have such cool passages to inspire you. I wanted to be inspirational like you. But you know how it goes....by mile 10 my knee cap pretty much fell on the floor and I nudged my running buddy and said, "Hey look, my knee cap just fell on the floor" and so I went home and drank my chocolate milk and pondered...."Why can't I be like an athlete and have inspirational scriptures and proudly give Paul a high five when I get to heaven?" I really was bummed out. Okay, maybe for like five seconds because the inner artist in me started getting in the face of the inner athlete, that actually wasn't ever there, and saying "I know you want to be spiritual but whatever happened to the artistic thing?" Some massive wave of creative insanity came over me at the beginning of this year.
This is where I confess...here it goes...
I am a HUGE writer NERD...
I can't get through the day without writing a poem or jotting down an idea for a childrens play. I can't hear a song without starting to choreograph a dance in my head. I can't look at a twisted pile of collected orchard branches without imagining a photo sitting. I can't watch my kids laughing over some funny animal we find in our science book without writing down my next picture book. I can't read a Bible passage without humming a melody that would suit how it makes me feel. I can't turn it off. It's like a broadway musical going on in my head ALL DAY LONG. Sometimes I feel like that guy from A Beautiful Mind constantly writing notes every where and recording tunes in my iphone recorder. I AM crazy...a fun crazy that my family doesn't seem to mind but most certainly crazy and a big fat writing nerd. So here's the issues that I think the Lord has graciously solved in my mind over the past month...
My greatest fear in sharing my writing is this...that I would look like a show off. That kind of freaks me out. I want to be a godly Christian not a show off Christian. I don't want this to be yet another source of pride in my long list of struggles with pride....so lame. My second fear is that this would turn into yet another thing that I procrastinate on. (Let us pause and find humor in the fact that my two most obnoxious habits both start with 'pr', pride and procrastination which I will probably write about in a poem some day.) I have been praying and wondering over these two issues for the past year.
Pride and Procrastination...the saga of a youngish unpublished writer...Well, the Lord answered as He always does...
Why should I shut up my creativity and assume that putting my name on anything automatically takes away the glory from God? God didn't tell David to shut up when he was singing all those psalms in the Bethlehem hills to his little lambsies. God didn't tell C S Lewis to shut up when He was writing the coolest allegorical books of all time. God didn't tell John Newton to shut up when he was pouring his heart into the most tear jerking hymn of God's redemption. It seems so shallow now how I thought it wasn't honoring to the Lord to share what I write. Yes, in my sin I can turn it into pride but oh the JOY that is before me just to enjoy you enjoying what I enjoy! I don't hear the Lord telling me to shut up...so I won't.
I think I know how to solve my procrastination problem but those who read my blog might have to be the ones that suffer. I don't do well working by myself. I need a sounding board. I need to know that someone will see this at a set time so I actually get some steady work done. I don't have any writing friends or a writers club and I am not in a season of life that I can go off gallivanting whenever I want to find such things. I have a set amount of time every evening to myself and little people asleep in there beds whom I am watching over so I'm not going anywhere. It's a good thing this blog is called half made because I think I'll be showing a lot of that. I just need to know that some one else is seeing it. That makes it fun for me and motivating.
As of today I have one picture book almost completely illustrated by my AMAZING illustrator friend and a plan to self publish hopefully some time early next year. I have four completed picture books awaiting illustrations from my illustrator (MY illustrator not yours) and I can not be more excited about this. I don't know how long this will all take, I don't care if I don't make any money, I don't mind if they never get put next to Sandra Boynton's books because, you know what? I am having fun making my kids laugh with our little books that I wrote about them and I want to share them with your kids and this is just so much FUN and I can hardly stand all the fun I'm having!
I am embracing the writer nerd in me. It is a very natural part of my day to write stories, poems, plays,and songs with my kids. How amazing is this life the Lord has given me! You know what athletes? Writers have cool scriptures too. "For we are His workmanship(poem) created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. (Eph 2:10) I am God's poem and I am half made! I love the first verse in Psalm 45 that says...
"My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."
I feel like that all day long...my heart really is overflowing with a good theme.
I guess I've told you everything.
Pray that the other 'pr' words stay away and take care to remind me that I have no inner athlete and I should just stick to my writing. And also...you are God's poem. Sleep on that promise.
This is where I confess...here it goes...
I am a HUGE writer NERD...
I can't get through the day without writing a poem or jotting down an idea for a childrens play. I can't hear a song without starting to choreograph a dance in my head. I can't look at a twisted pile of collected orchard branches without imagining a photo sitting. I can't watch my kids laughing over some funny animal we find in our science book without writing down my next picture book. I can't read a Bible passage without humming a melody that would suit how it makes me feel. I can't turn it off. It's like a broadway musical going on in my head ALL DAY LONG. Sometimes I feel like that guy from A Beautiful Mind constantly writing notes every where and recording tunes in my iphone recorder. I AM crazy...a fun crazy that my family doesn't seem to mind but most certainly crazy and a big fat writing nerd. So here's the issues that I think the Lord has graciously solved in my mind over the past month...
My greatest fear in sharing my writing is this...that I would look like a show off. That kind of freaks me out. I want to be a godly Christian not a show off Christian. I don't want this to be yet another source of pride in my long list of struggles with pride....so lame. My second fear is that this would turn into yet another thing that I procrastinate on. (Let us pause and find humor in the fact that my two most obnoxious habits both start with 'pr', pride and procrastination which I will probably write about in a poem some day.) I have been praying and wondering over these two issues for the past year.
Pride and Procrastination...the saga of a youngish unpublished writer...Well, the Lord answered as He always does...
Why should I shut up my creativity and assume that putting my name on anything automatically takes away the glory from God? God didn't tell David to shut up when he was singing all those psalms in the Bethlehem hills to his little lambsies. God didn't tell C S Lewis to shut up when He was writing the coolest allegorical books of all time. God didn't tell John Newton to shut up when he was pouring his heart into the most tear jerking hymn of God's redemption. It seems so shallow now how I thought it wasn't honoring to the Lord to share what I write. Yes, in my sin I can turn it into pride but oh the JOY that is before me just to enjoy you enjoying what I enjoy! I don't hear the Lord telling me to shut up...so I won't.
I think I know how to solve my procrastination problem but those who read my blog might have to be the ones that suffer. I don't do well working by myself. I need a sounding board. I need to know that someone will see this at a set time so I actually get some steady work done. I don't have any writing friends or a writers club and I am not in a season of life that I can go off gallivanting whenever I want to find such things. I have a set amount of time every evening to myself and little people asleep in there beds whom I am watching over so I'm not going anywhere. It's a good thing this blog is called half made because I think I'll be showing a lot of that. I just need to know that some one else is seeing it. That makes it fun for me and motivating.
As of today I have one picture book almost completely illustrated by my AMAZING illustrator friend and a plan to self publish hopefully some time early next year. I have four completed picture books awaiting illustrations from my illustrator (MY illustrator not yours) and I can not be more excited about this. I don't know how long this will all take, I don't care if I don't make any money, I don't mind if they never get put next to Sandra Boynton's books because, you know what? I am having fun making my kids laugh with our little books that I wrote about them and I want to share them with your kids and this is just so much FUN and I can hardly stand all the fun I'm having!
I am embracing the writer nerd in me. It is a very natural part of my day to write stories, poems, plays,and songs with my kids. How amazing is this life the Lord has given me! You know what athletes? Writers have cool scriptures too. "For we are His workmanship(poem) created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. (Eph 2:10) I am God's poem and I am half made! I love the first verse in Psalm 45 that says...
"My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."
I feel like that all day long...my heart really is overflowing with a good theme.
I guess I've told you everything.
Pray that the other 'pr' words stay away and take care to remind me that I have no inner athlete and I should just stick to my writing. And also...you are God's poem. Sleep on that promise.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Some Random Facts
In a meadow you frolic
In a swamp you lurk
In a forest you wander
In a roller coaster you jerk
In a salt sea you float
In a submarine you sink
In a jet you zoom
In a library you think
In a box you are stuffy
In a parachute you are airy
In a monkey suit you are silly
In a lion's mouth you are daring
But there is one place
Where each item plays a part
You zoom, lurk, wander, jerk, and sink
At none other than Walmart
In a swamp you lurk
In a forest you wander
In a roller coaster you jerk
In a salt sea you float
In a submarine you sink
In a jet you zoom
In a library you think
In a box you are stuffy
In a parachute you are airy
In a monkey suit you are silly
In a lion's mouth you are daring
But there is one place
Where each item plays a part
You zoom, lurk, wander, jerk, and sink
At none other than Walmart
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Confounded Mess
Before there was sin
Mosquitoes gave you kisses
After there was sin
They bite and never misses
Before there was sin
Flys never came inside
After there was sin
They come in and grin
Before there was sin
Howler monkeys only crooned
After there was sin
They even wake the moon!
Before there was sin
Lions ate veggie burgers
After there was sin
They take their zebra with two sugars
But don't you fret and don't you worry
God is coming and I hope He'll hurry
Because this place is in great distress
He'll straighten out this confounded mess
Mosquitoes gave you kisses
After there was sin
They bite and never misses
Before there was sin
Flys never came inside
After there was sin
They come in and grin
Before there was sin
Howler monkeys only crooned
After there was sin
They even wake the moon!
Before there was sin
Lions ate veggie burgers
After there was sin
They take their zebra with two sugars
But don't you fret and don't you worry
God is coming and I hope He'll hurry
Because this place is in great distress
He'll straighten out this confounded mess
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