Thursday, March 20, 2008

Slow Dance

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .
SLOW DANCE-
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower,hear the music...before the song is over.

This is so sad!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Family

This is my family!


Marc (Daddy) Darby (Sister) Chelsea (Sister) Tammie (Mommy)
















Monday, March 10, 2008

Boy Crazy!

It's hard to find a decent white boy in 7th grade. I'm not racist... but come on. You have to admit that in 7th grade all the cute boys are into their friends and not into girls or they don't know how to show it. I don't need a guy to make me feel good about myself, but it wouldn't hurt! I did hear that someone was going to ask me out. He is white, cute, and a little imature. If he asks me out I might say yes... I'm still not sure?