Harelipfrog

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Happy Birthday







Happy Birthday (March 31) to my favorite little brother!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Respect

Wow

I can respect this man, and with all the problems the LA police department has had they need more like him.

Unfortunately this video is no longer available. I'll check later to see if I can find another link.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Status

I was looking over things to see where I was at regarding school work. My VB class I have one piece of homework that will be submitted late and my Web Design class is the same (with one test to make up).

I am so far behind on Algebra I don't know what I am going to do if I can't catch it up this week.

Oh well, life goes on.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Whinning

Sorry,

I was looking over my last few posts, and I have begun to only post when I have something to complain about.

In reality, things are going quite well. My surgery went very well, and aside from getting the flu while recovering it has been uneventful. My back feels a lot better, and my leg does not hurt at all any more. (Wheee!)

My employer has been profoundly patient, as have been my college instructors.

I'll admit to looking forward to taking the summer off from school, I will be preping for CLEP tests instead, and a little bit of down time. The addition of classes to my schedule has been somewhat stressful. I am planning on CLEPing English, History, Humanities, and perhaps Sociology (29 hours or so of classes).

I also appreciate all of you who drop by and listen to me complain and have been so supportive. I love all of you!

Huggs!

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Tears - Lizette Woodworth Reese

When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --

I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to weep:
Homer his sight, David his little lad!