SNOWMAN

SNOWMAN

SNOW FALLS ON THE STREET
WHEN I SEE IT I I WANT TO TAP MY FEET
I WANT TO SING, I WANT DO DANCE
I WANT TO FROLIC, PLAY AND PRANCE

FOR WHEN IT SNOWS, IT'S A SPECIAL TREAT
FOR THERE IS SOMETHING THAT CAN'T BE BEAT
I CAN TAKE A LITTLE SNOW BALL
AND ROLL IT UP REALLY TALL
I CAN MAKE TWO OR THREE
PUT THEM TOGEHTER AND YOU WILL SEE
A SNOWMAN FORMS WITH JUST THREE SNOW LUMPS
A CARROT NOSE, STICK ARMS AND TWO COAL EYE CLUMPS

I'LL PUT A HAT UPON HIS HEAD SO WHITE
AND WRAP A SCARF AROUND HIS NECK SO TIGHT
I'LL THEN SING AND DANCE ALONG WITH HIM
PERHAPS I'LL EVEN CALL HIM TIM

PLAYING IN THE SNOW, WE WILL HAVE MUCH FUN
UNTIL THE DREADFUL DAY WHEN HE SEES THE SUN
THEN HE WILL MELT INTO THE GRASS
A BIG PUDDLE OF WATERY MASS

I WILL MISS HIM AND PERHAPS SHED A TEAR
BUT THEN I'LL REMEMBER THERE IS ALWAYS NEXT YEAR!
THEN I WILL MAKE ME A BRAND NEW BUD
WHO WILL SING AND DANCE AND PLAY IN THE MUD

HOW VERY EXCITING THE FALLING SNOW LOOKS
WHEN THERE IS SNOW OUTSIDE, WHO NEEDS BOOKS?
SO THIS WINTER WHEN YOUR FEELING SAD
GO OUTSIDE, SNOWMEN WILL MAKE YOU GLAD!

Tis the Season to be Sick

As I sit here at my desk coughing, sniffling and trying to breathe out of one nostril, I came up with this little poem:

Winter time has finally come

the trees no longer make their leafy hum

The snow falls to coat the world in white

people are bundled up really tight

Decorations are hung and lights do glow

but there is something else you should know

While some are sing of Santa and mangers

I'm singing of the winter dangers

Because 'tis the season to be sick

no, this is not a trick

because coughing and sneezing are on their way

sniffling and sore throats will ruin your day

vitamin C, cough drops and tissues are your friends

you'll be glad when it all finally ends

and you can breathe not only out of one nostril, but two

and smell again the sweet Christmas stew

So remember and beware of the wintery cold

that preys on the young, and the very old

Because 'tis the season to be sick

Happy Winter from a groovy Chick!

Grams and Gramps get their elfy groove on

We got elfed!

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1169557368

Ugly face girls

So, me and my sister are really good at making ugly faces... my sister is especially good.. .and one day I hope to obtain the talent that she has. Here is one of the many ugly face pictures:

Spanish Love Song

The ins and outs of Me

Well, my sister, Missy, just tagged me, Which apparently means that I now have to tell you 6 things about me...secrets, funny quirks, habits, interests, ect... and now I get to tag people too...so if you get a tag from me, you'll know what to do!

1. Well, you can probably already tell from reading my blog, but I like to write poems. Not just any type of peom, but funny poems...none of that gooshy stuff. I have to say that I've spit out a few good lines here and there. I quite enjoy it and some days I can get a few poems out of my little brain. So, if you have any topics or requests, send them my way and I will do my best to please you with my oh so fancy poetry mumbo jumbo.

2. I tend to make up songs and sing them while driving... Sometimes in Spanish, somtimes in English... like I'll sing Hey, you mister, you cut me off, but that's okay because I'm okay... stuff like that.. sometimes I'll rap it, or I'll rock and roll it, or I'll operah it... I know it's weird, but it's me!!

3. I'm a movie bum. I love movies!! I don't think I'll ever get sick of watching them. I just love love love them... Anything from Pride and Prejudice to Bourne Ultimatum to The Emporer's New Groove... I just love movies.

4. I call the my sisters things like Poopy head, diarhea soup, sissy poo, poopy, stinky breath, stinky, fart face, fart fart, pooper, pooper scooper, stinky poo, ...... the list goes on... it's a term of endearment... they love it! It's my way of saying, hey, I love you and you smell like poo. ha ha ha

5. I feel as though there is one thing that can make any ugly guy become extremely attractive... and that is the scent of Georgio Armani's Aqua Digio. I'm obsessed!! Me and my roommates would go to dances and I would be able to "sniff" out the good ones...oh I love it, I do I do I do!!!!

6. I often make up dances... not pretty preforming dances, but expressive dances... one year I made up a dance for my roommates to the song Walking in a Winter Wonderland... it was quite fun... I made it up as I went... they still talk about it. Perhaps this year I will do another....

So, there you have it... the ins and outs of me... now you have a tiny little glimps of how unbelievable crazy I really am... waha ha hoo hah ha ahehhe hhehhheee (that is my crazy laugh)

My ever so interesting dilemas

Life is always full of fun surprises and interesting twists and turns to keep us on our toes... I wonder if ballerinas have such surprises, afterall, they are always on their toes....Now there is something to think about.

Dilema numero 1: why are boys so chicken? Why am I so chicken? I think I need some type of motivated unchickenized boost... maybe I should eat some beef... that's the opposite of chicken... I need to be more beefy!!

Here is my ode to Beef:

Chicken or Beef it's an ongoing qwest
to determine which is the best
Chickens are small, they make a funny sound
Beef is large and they moo like a hound

So wich is better, the chicken or the beef
this question has caused many greif.
I say we put the two to a test
We have them fight to see who is best.

But if my observations are to be true
The beefy cow will sound a moo
The chicky chicken will say cluck cluck
and that is when things will go amuck

The beef will charge with all his might
and the chicken will run because of fright.
So when you are offered chicken vs. Cow
I would reccommend to choose the one who knows how.

So what can we learn from this little rhyme?
The Beef beats the chicken anytime!!
So the next time you are faced with a choice
Stand up tall and raise your beefy cow voice!

Okay, so there is my Ode to beef... moral of th story... don't be a chicken!!
That is all I have for now. toodle-oo!

My life in a nutshell

So, I guess I'm not too good at this whole Blogging thing...
Here's a quick update:
School
Work
Photos
School
Work
Photos
School
Work
Work
School
and that is my life in a nutshell.... sounds fun eh?
Well, last week I did have a very needed break and I went to Alabama to see Missy, Jimmy, Boo, Ashes and the Peanut. It was quite nice to relax and play with them.. The puppies are crazy, but cute... and the peanut is alive!! Wahooo!!!
I had a lot of time to watch all 3 seasons of the Office... I laughed my head off!! So, if I can figure it out, I will post a few of my favorite moments:

Peanut Butter

I've had several requests for this poem, so here it is:

Peanut Butter
by: Natalie Horrocks

One day I came across a nut
So, I brought it into my hut.
I looked and stared and didn't know what to do
Then I took it in my hand and said, "I'll squish you!"

I squished and squished and it didn't budge
Then I thouht, hmm, I'll eat some fudge.
Little did I know the fudge made me think
Then I walked over to the kitchen sink.
I grabbed a tool with a really flat end
And as the hammer came close, I said, "See ya my friend!"

Then the little nut said, "Please, not me!"
And when tears came to his eyes I gave him sympathy.
Me and the nut were as close as ever
And when he asked if I'd squish him I said, "NEVER!"

Then one day, the accident came
I got up to get us a game.
The poor little nut rolled onto the floor
I didn't see him because I was behind the door.

I walked over and yelled, "Oh Nut!"
But I couldn't see him anywhere in my hut!
Then, with a step, I heard a loud sound
I had squished that nut into the ground!!

Now, Momma always said, "What you kill you eat!"
So I scraped that nut right off of my feet.
I placed the squished nut onto some bread
And said, "I'm sorry I made you dead."

And in an instant I opened up and took a bite
And I thought about the taste all through the night.
It tasted so good, I had made something new!
Then I thought, I'm gonna find some more of you!!

And that my friend is how peanut butter began
Outside my hut, near a tin can.
I'm still sad that nut is dead
But it sure tastes good on top of my bread!!

(I know, I'm a dork...but hey, it was clever!)