Friday, November 28, 2008
Pictures of my world
Sadly I left my camera in Belgium this summer. Thankfully a friend has it. And if they *ever* send it back I will be a very happy person. I want to start taking really good and interesting pictures. I have many lame pictures I have taken in the backyard. I shall show you some of my very lame pictures.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
We are RIGHT brain!!!
You are a right brain dominant student!
You probably get bored during long lectures and prefer to take classes with a lot of freedom of movement and thought. You like to write stories and even tell stories about your funny experiences. You might be a little suspicious of other people's motives sometimes, but that's only because you can usually tell whenever someone is lying or when they're up to no good. You are a little on the dreamy side--or a lot. You plan books or movie plots but you don't always follow through on things you think about. You should work on that. You are fun and spontaneous, and probably active in sports or clubs. Your feelings run deep, and it shows. You have strong instincts, and you solve problems on hunches and feelings. You are artistic in some way. You can believe in things based on experience, without seeing scientific proof. You might be a finalist on Survivor some day, since you know how to read people so well, and you have great survival instincts.
Do you get bored when teachers lecture too much? Do you feel like you can size up people easily by watching them? If so, you may be right-brain dominant.
Characteristics of Right-Brain Students
You take notes but lose them. You may have a hard time keeping track of your research
You might have a hard time making up your mind
You are good with people
You don't fall for practical jokes as easily as some
You seem dreamy, but you're really deep in thought
People may have told you you're psychic
You like to write fiction, draw, or play music
You might be athletic
You like mystery stories
You take time to ponder and you think there are two sides to every story
You may lose track of time
You are spontaneous
You’re fun and witty
You may find it hard to follow verbal directions
You are unpredictable
You get lost
You are emotional
You don't like reading directions
You may listen to music while studying
You read lying down
You may be interested in “the unexplained”
You are philosophical
Your Classes
In history class, you enjoy the social aspects most. You like to explore they effects of things that happened in history. You like the essays, too.
You can do well in math class if you apply yourself, but you get bored doing long problems.
Science? Boring.
You do well in English class, especially when it comes to reading literature and writing essays about books. You also do well in creative writing assignments.
Advice for Right Brain Students
Choose to do personal essays
Watch your daydreaming—keep it under control
Let your imagination work for you in the arts
Let your intuition work for you in social situations
Let your deep thinking work for you during essay tests—but don’t ponder too long
Be creative with essays. You can use colorful language well
Use images and charts when you study
Write down directions
Try to be more organized!
Don’t be overly suspicious of others
Make outlines to organize your thoughts.
Choose fiction in reading assignments
Try to avoid teachers who lecture a lot; choose teachers who use activities
You tell stories well, so write some!
Put information into categories for better understanding
Avoid getting bogged down by thinking of all possibilities when answering questions
Finish things! You have so much talent, but you don’t always complete things.
You have great instincts and survival skills. If you study hard, you might be a finalist on Survivor one day!
You can take the test aswell to find out if you are a left or a right side brain person!
http://homeworktips.about.com/library/brainquiz/bl_leftrightbrain_quiz.htm
You probably get bored during long lectures and prefer to take classes with a lot of freedom of movement and thought. You like to write stories and even tell stories about your funny experiences. You might be a little suspicious of other people's motives sometimes, but that's only because you can usually tell whenever someone is lying or when they're up to no good. You are a little on the dreamy side--or a lot. You plan books or movie plots but you don't always follow through on things you think about. You should work on that. You are fun and spontaneous, and probably active in sports or clubs. Your feelings run deep, and it shows. You have strong instincts, and you solve problems on hunches and feelings. You are artistic in some way. You can believe in things based on experience, without seeing scientific proof. You might be a finalist on Survivor some day, since you know how to read people so well, and you have great survival instincts.
Do you get bored when teachers lecture too much? Do you feel like you can size up people easily by watching them? If so, you may be right-brain dominant.
Characteristics of Right-Brain Students
You take notes but lose them. You may have a hard time keeping track of your research
You might have a hard time making up your mind
You are good with people
You don't fall for practical jokes as easily as some
You seem dreamy, but you're really deep in thought
People may have told you you're psychic
You like to write fiction, draw, or play music
You might be athletic
You like mystery stories
You take time to ponder and you think there are two sides to every story
You may lose track of time
You are spontaneous
You’re fun and witty
You may find it hard to follow verbal directions
You are unpredictable
You get lost
You are emotional
You don't like reading directions
You may listen to music while studying
You read lying down
You may be interested in “the unexplained”
You are philosophical
Your Classes
In history class, you enjoy the social aspects most. You like to explore they effects of things that happened in history. You like the essays, too.
You can do well in math class if you apply yourself, but you get bored doing long problems.
Science? Boring.
You do well in English class, especially when it comes to reading literature and writing essays about books. You also do well in creative writing assignments.
Advice for Right Brain Students
Choose to do personal essays
Watch your daydreaming—keep it under control
Let your imagination work for you in the arts
Let your intuition work for you in social situations
Let your deep thinking work for you during essay tests—but don’t ponder too long
Be creative with essays. You can use colorful language well
Use images and charts when you study
Write down directions
Try to be more organized!
Don’t be overly suspicious of others
Make outlines to organize your thoughts.
Choose fiction in reading assignments
Try to avoid teachers who lecture a lot; choose teachers who use activities
You tell stories well, so write some!
Put information into categories for better understanding
Avoid getting bogged down by thinking of all possibilities when answering questions
Finish things! You have so much talent, but you don’t always complete things.
You have great instincts and survival skills. If you study hard, you might be a finalist on Survivor one day!
You can take the test aswell to find out if you are a left or a right side brain person!
http://homeworktips.about.com/library/brainquiz/bl_leftrightbrain_quiz.htm
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Cattle anyone?
To Whom It May Concern,
My name is Sara Farrell, and I am very interested in The Yolo Land & Cattle Co. I am 16 and have a passion for cattle, as strange as that may seem. Bovine are of special interest to me because I am hoping to buy land in Texas (Kerr county) as soon as I am able and start a Longhorn heard. Employment with you at the Yolo Land &Cattle Co. would give me an opportunity to learn about the care and necessary knowledge of owning a large heard. I am willing to start at the bottom and work my way up. I would be able to serve you well as I am hardworking, and am willing to do anything that is required of me. I have no experience with cattle, but am willing to learn everything needed to assist your company. I would be honored to be able to participate with you and your business. Please consider me if you have any openings in the future. Please feel free to email me with any questions at saritamichikita@gmail.com
Thank You
Sara Farrell
My name is Sara Farrell, and I am very interested in The Yolo Land & Cattle Co. I am 16 and have a passion for cattle, as strange as that may seem. Bovine are of special interest to me because I am hoping to buy land in Texas (Kerr county) as soon as I am able and start a Longhorn heard. Employment with you at the Yolo Land &Cattle Co. would give me an opportunity to learn about the care and necessary knowledge of owning a large heard. I am willing to start at the bottom and work my way up. I would be able to serve you well as I am hardworking, and am willing to do anything that is required of me. I have no experience with cattle, but am willing to learn everything needed to assist your company. I would be honored to be able to participate with you and your business. Please consider me if you have any openings in the future. Please feel free to email me with any questions at saritamichikita@gmail.com
Thank You
Sara Farrell
Friday, November 14, 2008
I'm pitiful
I am so pitiful. I'm so so so pitiful. I'm a total romantic. But really, who can't dream, right? Here's what I dream for -
Sitting at a little cafe in Spain or Belgium, sipping my latte, I stare into space. My little green dress flaps in the warm breeze and I look down the street, when all of a sudden a dashingly handsome man asks if he can sit next to me. His dark black hair swishes in the air and his strong brown muscles bulge under his blue button-down shirt. His gorgeous green eyes watch my loose hair play across my face. I smile softly as I tell him I would love for him to sit next to me. Next thing I know he's bought us a steamy fresh roll of bread. I reach to tear it and give him some when he asks my name. "Sara. Sara Michelle," I whisper. "And you, what is your name?" He bends close to my ear and ever so softy says, "We shall see, won't we?" I look up into his deep, deep eyes and and neither of us can look away. We don't blink. We don't breath. It's just us. Only us. And then he blinks, and I breath. He sweeps me up in both arms and carries me out, laughing, to his little red motorcycle. We both don little red bubble helmets and we ride off into the Spanish/Belgium landscape.
OR
In the deep hill county of Texas I walk in between the tall trees of my ranch, my boots crunch on the rocky path. My truck is parked alongside the biggest of the trees and I'm about to climb in when I see a slight dust cloud growing on the horizon. Finally, after a long about of time waiting, it looks like a car. A truck. A Chevy truck. A tan Chevy truck. I can't make out the figure, but it seems to only be one person. The truck finally pulls up alongside mine. The man slowly rolls down the window and asks "Is this the Far Away Ranch?" "Yes it is," I reply. "Why do you ask?" His green eyes twinkle with delight as he says, "Well, I have an appointment with a Miss Farrell. Do you know if she's in?" "As a matter of fact you're talking to her right now. How can I help you?" Before answering the question he reaches down to the door handle of his car and jerks it open with one hard push. Out he steps with his black cowboy boots and slightly faded Levi jeans. With his head slightly bent he is the perfect portrait of a true cowboy. As his dark tanned face looks slightly down on me he gives a little smile. "Well," He says. "I have a deal for you." He then reaches to rest his arm on the bed of his truck and his large biceps peek out from the sky blue T-shirt wrapped around him. He clears his throat and looks right into my eyes, "I have a wonderful deal." I suddenly snap back, "Well, ok, you have this amazing deal, what the heck is it?" He laughs, (he likes snappy women) and says softly, "I heard you were looking into getting some Longhorns." "Yes I am, and.." "Well I was thinking," "Did it hurt?" "Yes very much so, but anyways, I was thinking you might want to go with me to have a look at some real longhorns." "What do you mean?" "Well if you want you could come with me to see my herd." "I would love that. When?" "Now." I pull the keys out of my red truck, grab my camera, and jump in his truck. He turns the key in the ignition and a roar growls in the mouth of the beast. He starts to pull out and I reach down to turn the radio on. I push the power button and it's on my favorite song. After about 30 miles we're at his ranch. A huge herd of longhorns are grazing in one of the large fields. The truck jolts to a stop. He looks at me and flashes another white smile. "What'da think?" "I think you have an amazing heard." "Well, I'll tell you the other half of my deal now. I'll give you six of my cattle if you show me how to blow glass." "Deal!" We walk out to the field and I pick out five dark spotted cows and one black bull. Then we head back to my ranch to start the 2 month glass blowing class.
Or maybe it'll be more like this -
I stand alone in a long flowing purple dress. My hair pulled elegantly back and a tiara on the top. A young man accost the floor is looking towards me. He slowly walks over, never taking his eyes off mine. "May I have this next dance?" He asks. "Of course," I reply. It is a waltz. We gracefully float over the dance floor. His deep green eyes rarely meet my gray ones, we're too concentrated on the dance. The minutes fly, and before we know it the dance is over. "Thank you for the dance," he whispers in my ear. "You're ever so welcome," I whisper back. The ball goes on, other partners ask and dance with me, but none are like the mysterious dark boy. Then the dance is over and he leaves. I don't see him for over two years. Then,we meet again in the summer and dance until we fall over. We have to pack in two whole years of fun into a few moments. Then he leaves again, and returns in another year. Year after year we leave and then reunite and dance out harts out
Sitting at a little cafe in Spain or Belgium, sipping my latte, I stare into space. My little green dress flaps in the warm breeze and I look down the street, when all of a sudden a dashingly handsome man asks if he can sit next to me. His dark black hair swishes in the air and his strong brown muscles bulge under his blue button-down shirt. His gorgeous green eyes watch my loose hair play across my face. I smile softly as I tell him I would love for him to sit next to me. Next thing I know he's bought us a steamy fresh roll of bread. I reach to tear it and give him some when he asks my name. "Sara. Sara Michelle," I whisper. "And you, what is your name?" He bends close to my ear and ever so softy says, "We shall see, won't we?" I look up into his deep, deep eyes and and neither of us can look away. We don't blink. We don't breath. It's just us. Only us. And then he blinks, and I breath. He sweeps me up in both arms and carries me out, laughing, to his little red motorcycle. We both don little red bubble helmets and we ride off into the Spanish/Belgium landscape.
OR
In the deep hill county of Texas I walk in between the tall trees of my ranch, my boots crunch on the rocky path. My truck is parked alongside the biggest of the trees and I'm about to climb in when I see a slight dust cloud growing on the horizon. Finally, after a long about of time waiting, it looks like a car. A truck. A Chevy truck. A tan Chevy truck. I can't make out the figure, but it seems to only be one person. The truck finally pulls up alongside mine. The man slowly rolls down the window and asks "Is this the Far Away Ranch?" "Yes it is," I reply. "Why do you ask?" His green eyes twinkle with delight as he says, "Well, I have an appointment with a Miss Farrell. Do you know if she's in?" "As a matter of fact you're talking to her right now. How can I help you?" Before answering the question he reaches down to the door handle of his car and jerks it open with one hard push. Out he steps with his black cowboy boots and slightly faded Levi jeans. With his head slightly bent he is the perfect portrait of a true cowboy. As his dark tanned face looks slightly down on me he gives a little smile. "Well," He says. "I have a deal for you." He then reaches to rest his arm on the bed of his truck and his large biceps peek out from the sky blue T-shirt wrapped around him. He clears his throat and looks right into my eyes, "I have a wonderful deal." I suddenly snap back, "Well, ok, you have this amazing deal, what the heck is it?" He laughs, (he likes snappy women) and says softly, "I heard you were looking into getting some Longhorns." "Yes I am, and.." "Well I was thinking," "Did it hurt?" "Yes very much so, but anyways, I was thinking you might want to go with me to have a look at some real longhorns." "What do you mean?" "Well if you want you could come with me to see my herd." "I would love that. When?" "Now." I pull the keys out of my red truck, grab my camera, and jump in his truck. He turns the key in the ignition and a roar growls in the mouth of the beast. He starts to pull out and I reach down to turn the radio on. I push the power button and it's on my favorite song. After about 30 miles we're at his ranch. A huge herd of longhorns are grazing in one of the large fields. The truck jolts to a stop. He looks at me and flashes another white smile. "What'da think?" "I think you have an amazing heard." "Well, I'll tell you the other half of my deal now. I'll give you six of my cattle if you show me how to blow glass." "Deal!" We walk out to the field and I pick out five dark spotted cows and one black bull. Then we head back to my ranch to start the 2 month glass blowing class.
Or maybe it'll be more like this -
I stand alone in a long flowing purple dress. My hair pulled elegantly back and a tiara on the top. A young man accost the floor is looking towards me. He slowly walks over, never taking his eyes off mine. "May I have this next dance?" He asks. "Of course," I reply. It is a waltz. We gracefully float over the dance floor. His deep green eyes rarely meet my gray ones, we're too concentrated on the dance. The minutes fly, and before we know it the dance is over. "Thank you for the dance," he whispers in my ear. "You're ever so welcome," I whisper back. The ball goes on, other partners ask and dance with me, but none are like the mysterious dark boy. Then the dance is over and he leaves. I don't see him for over two years. Then,we meet again in the summer and dance until we fall over. We have to pack in two whole years of fun into a few moments. Then he leaves again, and returns in another year. Year after year we leave and then reunite and dance out harts out
Friday, November 7, 2008
Piano Song
Ok so I have had this song stuck in my head for so long now. LOVE IT!!
Every little thing I do, I do for you
With every little thing, I think a thought of you
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
Jealous of the way they walk,
the way *they* talk
'Cause I don't think they know just what they got
I'm jealous of the way they look, the way they are
When I just want to be the way we were
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
Well, I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me.
It gets stuck in my head so easy.
Every little thing I do, I do for you
With every little thing, I think a thought of you
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
Jealous of the way they walk,
the way *they* talk
'Cause I don't think they know just what they got
I'm jealous of the way they look, the way they are
When I just want to be the way we were
And I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
Well, I try so hard not to notice
I try so hard not to care
I try so hard not to know that you're not here
But I'm counting down the hours
And I'm counting up the days
I try so hard not to show this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me, this side of me
This side of me.
It gets stuck in my head so easy.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Love me, and Cherish me
So I walked into my room and looked at my desk. Something had changed...
I found Captain Hon Solo waiting for me.
Under his feet was a message.
I am here instead of Ruben.
Love me and Cherish me.
Love Ruben.
LOL!!!! My brother is so funny!!!
I found Captain Hon Solo waiting for me.
Under his feet was a message.
I am here instead of Ruben.
Love me and Cherish me.
Love Ruben.
LOL!!!! My brother is so funny!!!
Debate!! Gaaaa!!
I have so much debate.
1AC needs to be done.
I have so much debate.
Neg ev needs to be found.
I have so much debate.
Cases need to be thought out.
I have so much debate.
Need to buy sticky notes.
I have so much debate.
Have to talk to partner.
I have so much debate.
Tournament in 5 days.
I have so much debate.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
1AC needs to be done.
I have so much debate.
Neg ev needs to be found.
I have so much debate.
Cases need to be thought out.
I have so much debate.
Need to buy sticky notes.
I have so much debate.
Have to talk to partner.
I have so much debate.
Tournament in 5 days.
I have so much debate.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Never. Ever. Ok, maybe...
I'm don't want to get married(for at least 10 years). Reasons? Well......
1. I want to live alone. And if you're married that sort of dies.
2. I don't want kids. (Any time soon at least. And I want to adopt..some guys don't like the idea.)
3. I want to travel the world, and if you get married you get tied down.
4. I want to buy my own house and have complete control over it.
5. I get mad easily.
6. I don't want to fight, and if I don't live with anyone, I can't fight with them
7. I want my own life.
8. My dog seems like the best companion.
9. I want to work overseas
10. I'm to scared.
I know those are mostly selfish reasons...but still, for at least part of my life I want to have some freedom. Is that wrong?
The other thing is that I don't think anybody will have me. And there are reasons for that.
1. I hate to be touched, sometimes. Sometimes I'll like hugs and then other times I hate hugs. My line tends to be "Don't touch me!"
2. I get mad fast.
3. I'm messy.
4. I don't know when to stop. I keep pushing it and pushing it and then I get in trouble.
5. I'm chubby.
6. I procrastinate.
7. I take offence easily.
8. I say dumb things.
9. I'm not wise when it comes to time management.
10. I love to play and I don't really like work.
11. I have all these dreams that will never come true.
12. I say whatever I think.
13. I like to live life on a bit of the edge, not good for a family.
14. I get into messy things. And love every second of it.
15. I don't know how to act in front of certain people.
16. I'm hard to shop for.
17. I hate meat.
18. I get bored with everyday life.
19. I have hairy arms.
20. I could listen to the same song over and over, that drives some people up the wall.
21. I think dogs are better then guys.
22. I want to live in Texas, and nobody else loves Texas like I do.
23. I don't have anything intelligent to say.
24. I have a honking big nose.
25. Nobody else is going to want to stomp in puddles when their 75.
26. I get boring after time.
27. I sing off key.
28. I have warts on my feet. How gross is that.
29. I don't communicate well.
30. When I'm sad or hurt I pull away from others instead of telling them whats wrong.
The list goes on and on and on and on and on and on..
I have fears also. I'm really scared about the idea of getting married.
1. What if it's the wrong guy?
2. What if he's not who you thought he was?
3. What if he's mean?
4. What if he's controlling?
5. What if he does things that make me really mad?
6. What if he's not my best friend? How can I be married to someone I don't love?
But there are always the reasons to get married -
1. You (hopefully) get a best friend for life.
2. You never have to be alone if you want.
3. You can hold each other in the rain storms.
4. You can stay up as long as you want talking.
5. You get to wear a beautiful white dress and have the happiest day of your life.
6. You will have someone to take care of you.
7. Someone to bring you hot soup when your sick.
8. Someone to love you when you feel blue.
9. You can laugh with them until you cry and then do that over and over for the rest of your lives.
10. You get to paint your house together. (Don't ask me why, but I have always loved that idea.)
11. Lots of inside jokes.
12. You can hog all the dances, and it will be ok.
13. You can play dumb games together.
14. You can watch romantic movies without it being awkward.
15. You can watch scary movies and hold him close.
16. You'll know that at least one person loves you a ton.
17. He'll tell you if it really does make you look fat.
18. You can snort when you laugh, and it will only make him laugh more.
19. He'll put your socks in the dryer to they get warm and toasty.
20. And he'll love you more then himself.
Those are the reasons I would want to get married.
Is he out there? And if he is, will he wait 10 years for me?
1. I want to live alone. And if you're married that sort of dies.
2. I don't want kids. (Any time soon at least. And I want to adopt..some guys don't like the idea.)
3. I want to travel the world, and if you get married you get tied down.
4. I want to buy my own house and have complete control over it.
5. I get mad easily.
6. I don't want to fight, and if I don't live with anyone, I can't fight with them
7. I want my own life.
8. My dog seems like the best companion.
9. I want to work overseas
10. I'm to scared.
I know those are mostly selfish reasons...but still, for at least part of my life I want to have some freedom. Is that wrong?
The other thing is that I don't think anybody will have me. And there are reasons for that.
1. I hate to be touched, sometimes. Sometimes I'll like hugs and then other times I hate hugs. My line tends to be "Don't touch me!"
2. I get mad fast.
3. I'm messy.
4. I don't know when to stop. I keep pushing it and pushing it and then I get in trouble.
5. I'm chubby.
6. I procrastinate.
7. I take offence easily.
8. I say dumb things.
9. I'm not wise when it comes to time management.
10. I love to play and I don't really like work.
11. I have all these dreams that will never come true.
12. I say whatever I think.
13. I like to live life on a bit of the edge, not good for a family.
14. I get into messy things. And love every second of it.
15. I don't know how to act in front of certain people.
16. I'm hard to shop for.
17. I hate meat.
18. I get bored with everyday life.
19. I have hairy arms.
20. I could listen to the same song over and over, that drives some people up the wall.
21. I think dogs are better then guys.
22. I want to live in Texas, and nobody else loves Texas like I do.
23. I don't have anything intelligent to say.
24. I have a honking big nose.
25. Nobody else is going to want to stomp in puddles when their 75.
26. I get boring after time.
27. I sing off key.
28. I have warts on my feet. How gross is that.
29. I don't communicate well.
30. When I'm sad or hurt I pull away from others instead of telling them whats wrong.
The list goes on and on and on and on and on and on..
I have fears also. I'm really scared about the idea of getting married.
1. What if it's the wrong guy?
2. What if he's not who you thought he was?
3. What if he's mean?
4. What if he's controlling?
5. What if he does things that make me really mad?
6. What if he's not my best friend? How can I be married to someone I don't love?
But there are always the reasons to get married -
1. You (hopefully) get a best friend for life.
2. You never have to be alone if you want.
3. You can hold each other in the rain storms.
4. You can stay up as long as you want talking.
5. You get to wear a beautiful white dress and have the happiest day of your life.
6. You will have someone to take care of you.
7. Someone to bring you hot soup when your sick.
8. Someone to love you when you feel blue.
9. You can laugh with them until you cry and then do that over and over for the rest of your lives.
10. You get to paint your house together. (Don't ask me why, but I have always loved that idea.)
11. Lots of inside jokes.
12. You can hog all the dances, and it will be ok.
13. You can play dumb games together.
14. You can watch romantic movies without it being awkward.
15. You can watch scary movies and hold him close.
16. You'll know that at least one person loves you a ton.
17. He'll tell you if it really does make you look fat.
18. You can snort when you laugh, and it will only make him laugh more.
19. He'll put your socks in the dryer to they get warm and toasty.
20. And he'll love you more then himself.
Those are the reasons I would want to get married.
Is he out there? And if he is, will he wait 10 years for me?
Where'd you go?
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter
Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minuteWait a minute
Wait a minuteWait a minute
Mister Postman, look and see
C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Mister Postman
Were did you go? Why no word? Please Mr. Postman bring me *something.*
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter
Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minuteWait a minute
Wait a minuteWait a minute
Mister Postman, look and see
C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Mister Postman
Were did you go? Why no word? Please Mr. Postman bring me *something.*
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Singing in the Rain
It's raining!!! I love the rain. Droplets pattered down on the roof as I laid still in my bed last night.
Voices whisper as it trickles through the leaves. Mist sprays up from a cars tire like a strong wave crash in the sea. People like ants run from the wetness penetrating the earth. The liquid diamonds shatter on the ground and the head of little brown haired girl. The sky's tears fall on the thirsty ground. Umbrellas look like colored clouds floating down the sidewalk. Sad worms wriggle to the air. And happy children play in the silver puddles.
Voices whisper as it trickles through the leaves. Mist sprays up from a cars tire like a strong wave crash in the sea. People like ants run from the wetness penetrating the earth. The liquid diamonds shatter on the ground and the head of little brown haired girl. The sky's tears fall on the thirsty ground. Umbrellas look like colored clouds floating down the sidewalk. Sad worms wriggle to the air. And happy children play in the silver puddles.
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