Acrostic Clutter Poem by Jess
Careless
Leavings
Under
Tons of
“Tomorrows”
Ensuring
Regret
I hate clutter. Let me be clear. I have clutter. LOTS of clutter.
I am drawing a line in the sand. Oh, how a beach vacation sounds delightful right about now…cold feet…I digress.
You may remember I have been dreaming about closet cleaning. The Masked Mommy’s Closet PowWow is coming just in time for a pre-spring cleaning boost. Posts will be coming at the end of this week (possibly into the weekend) if all goes well.
Wish me luck or get down on your knees and pray…I’m gonna need it!
My Favorite…
Happy Birthday Peter!
You are finally as old and as wise as I. 
You are many things, but one thing you are not, is lame. In other words, you are super awesome.
Together Till the End
Though you annoy me, on certain crabby days
I count you as a blessing in many fantastic ways
As glimpses of time crease around your eyes
Your appeal increases, its really no surprise
Your loving manner shines in every phase
Bringing you joy and honor, really pays
I’ll stick with you until your last breath sighs
Cause no one else remembers my killer thighs
Love You!
Us circa 1999 (Yes, those were the killer thigh days...*sigh*)
Posted by Jessica | Posted in Noticing Life, Whatever Else | Posted on 28-02-2009
What is love to me?
Love Is…
A champion of virtue
Smitten with sacrifice
Ever-ready to defy hatred
Bold in giving
Defeated only by fear or laziness
Love is good
I am avoiding typing real paragraphs for my posts these days. I sorta like my photo essay/poem vibe. I hope you do too.
However, I am still conjuring up some thoughts on showing/expressing love to children.
Have a great weekend!
Love,
Jess
Posted by Jessica | Posted in Noticing Life, Whatever Else | Posted on 26-02-2009
Just when my mind is ready to snap from being unable to paint anything outside, open the bedroom windows or get a grip on running my home,
I find a moment or two like these…
Winter sun rays
Brighter than summer days
Snow banks beam light
Warm sunspot, just right
Children bounce off the wall
Mama is ready for Spring to call
But for now, Winter’s here
Another storm rumbling near
Drifts a mile high
Childhood days blinking by
