Monday, September 15, 2008

Written by Mindy (my hilarious friend)


This is too priceless and hilarious to lose track of. Thought I better post it on my blog, so I can always look back and laugh.

Dear friends:
This past Sunday I was over at mi madre's casa (my mother's house) helping her (well, more like watching her and being her personal cheerleader) as she was pulling up nasty dirt that had died.
Upon the excitement of the idea of the new grass that would soon be planted, I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I jumped with excitement when I came to find that a little worm had lived through the dead-grass-pulling endeavor, and he was just lying there, like a fish out of water, lifeless, and gasping for soil.
Thinking on my feet, and wanting to save this poor little wormie's life, I grabbed the steak knife that we had been using to cut out the dead grass (Home Depot suggested something else, but the Bosma women stand on their own) and delicately dug a little hole for wormie to crawl into.
After waiting about 3 seconds and realizing that poor little wormie wasn't going to do it on his own, I placed him in the hole, hoping and praying that he would eventually crawl to the innards of the earth and live for millions of years.
To my delight, wormie slowing and gingerly started crawling back to his humble abode and this is an action shot of him waving goodbye.
LONG LIVE WORMIE!!!!!
(Written By Mindy)


(Photo courtesy of Mindy)

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

inner turmoil

hard to explain
maybe it's just me
my fault
my issue
the old voice kicks in
trying to push it out
listen to truth
but can't quite do it.
not sure why
feeling defeated
knowing that's a lie as well.
on this road
no one to listen or care
cause i can't explain it.
back to the waiting room of life
to page through the dusty magazines from a time long ago.
a time of laughing and freedom
and less confusion.
wish i could push every one away and out.
not helping,
just perplexed.
one do over would be nice.

little gray hair

Just a few days shy of my 24th birthday, I have detected my first gray hair. It has more of a silvery glint actually.

As I stare at it in the mirror, I wonder what my gray hair strategy should be.
1) I could begin the arduous task of pulling the grayish-silver ones out, simply postponing the inevitable.
2) I could just let it be until it weakens at the root and falls out.
3) I could start buying hair dye.
4) I could publicize it far and wide bringing with it acclaimed fame, power, and money.
5) I could thank God for the special gift as it written, "The glory of young men is their strength, gray hair the splendor of the old." Prov 20:29

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One thing I have been reminded of these days is how amazing it is to have a mom. Lately, most of my friends have been MIA. But a mom is always there. She is ready to listen, she knows who I am, and why I think the way I do. She is great to call when I just want to ramble about anything & nothing. She'll talk even though it irritates her bronchitis infected lungs. She can point out when I'm being unreasonable and speculate about Satan's latest scheme to get me to trip up. My mom is priceless and amazing, and I'm very glad she's mine. The End
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