The Fat Cat Sat.

There you have it.  "The fat cat sat."  There's my poetry for the day.  Here's some more, that, although I didn't write, I really liked.

Dictionary.com says the definition of love is this:

Love;
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for someone else.

I disagree.

To me, love is when your cat curls up with you when it's obvious you aren't okay. 
Love is that ugly new shirt your Mom bought just for you. Love is when your little brother gets you a bottle of water. It's when your best friend gives you a hug. 
It's laughing and rolling down a hill with your friends. 
It's the sound of your grandpa's voice. 
It's when your grandma gets Toy Story macaroni because she know's it's your favorite. 
Love is seeing your baby sister look at you with such wide, wondering eyes as you hold her for the very first time.  
Love is accepting and caring for something despite its flaws.

Love cannot be defined as one thing, but the definitions for love are

endless.

♥

This one isn't so much a poem as it is annoying things to do on an elevator. 

Annoying Things To Do On An Elevator

1) Crack open your briefcase or handbag, peer nside and ask "Got enough air in there?"
2) Stand silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.
3) When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.
4) Greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.
5) Meow occasionally.
6) Stare at another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror "You're one of THEM!"  and back away slowly
7) Say "DING!" at each floor.
8) Say "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.
9) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
10) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce "I have new socks on."
11) When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "Is that your beeper?"
12) Try to make personal calls on the emergency phone.
13) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers "This is my personal space."
14) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.
15) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
16) Ask if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.
17) Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, how's your day been?"
18) Drop a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream "That's mine!"
19) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.
20) Pretend you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
21) Swat at flies that don't exist.
22) Call out "Group hug!" then enforce it.

we're all a little weird.
and life's a little weird.
so when we find some
one whose weirdness is compatible with ours
we fall in mutual weirdness. and call it love.[♥]

Her hair was up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was 'Daddy's Day' at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
How to tell her classmates why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a daddy who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back for everyone to meet.
Children were squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
Seconds slowly passed, and at last the teacher called her name, 

and when every child turned to stare, they found that
Each of them was searching for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy too waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And from the mouth of a child came words incredibly unique.
"My daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I want you to know,
All about my daddy, and how he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, he taught me how to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart.
I know because he told me, and he'll forever be in my heart."
With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heart beat beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd,
she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could he'd be here, but Heaven's just too far!
You see he was a fireman and died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers, and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, its like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers of those once filled with doubt.
No one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And she was given the gift of believing that

 

Heaven  i s  never 

 

too  far .

Baldness is Cool

One of my many questions about life is:

Do bald people shampoo their heads?  Or do they use some kind of special lotion?

Not exactly what I was googling, but oh well.

Shannon's dad is bald, although he prefers the term "folically challenged", so I asked her what kind of product he applies to his shiny head.  She said "Why would he shampoo, if he has no hair?"  Which is a very valid point.  She did, however, say that he applies a special lotion to his amazingly hairless head.  I think it's really cool that he has a beard but no hair.  I often think of people like him removing their head-hair and placing it upon their chin, like one of those sticky mustaches.  This paragraph is not organized at all.  I never realized how short an attention span I have.  Today in math, it was about 8:30 in the morning, I realized that my eyelids were not putting up a very good fight against gravity, and neither was my head, which kept bobbing down towards my chest as Mrs. R rambled on about the importance of verbal models and how we weren't paying attention.  Which we weren't, but who can expect us to when there are much more important things on our minds, like what kind of hair/anti-hair product the folically challenged use?  The teen years are the most troubled ones, I tell you.

I've been meaning to write about baldness forever, but I only remember during those random moments in life, like that second before I fall asleep, when I'm walking upstairs away from the computer, when I'm squished in between Megan and the Silent Ninja/Future Destroyer of the Earth on the bus, etc.  

I really hate the disorganizedness of this post.  It's gonna bug me until I edit it at a later date.  Right now, I just wanna go to bed, because tomorrow is going to be a loooooooooong day.

Friday:

Dance from 5-9

Emily's from 9:10 to some point the next morning

 Saturday:

I'll probably have to attend some soccer game.

Sunday:

THE AMAZING RACE 17!  WOOT WOOT!

Buenas noches.

Sarah

Some people were
dropped as babies...

but i think you were thrown at  a wall.
 

Feliz cumpleaños Emily!

(Insert picture of Sarah and Emily here)

I was looking at the pictures on my computer that we have of me and the birthday girl, but as it turns out, there is  no photo of just me and her, and the ones we have from my birthday are all very bad.  As in, I have my eyes closed in one, Emily's staring into the middle distance in another pic, and I have crazed Walmart greeter smile/eyes in another one.  So it is mostly for my benefit that those pictures remain in the teeny little Nikon Transfer file and nowhere on the internet.  But since I cannot provide you with a picture, here is a song I wrote for Emily and sang to her on the phone, much to her horror.  

Happy birthday to you!

 You are - - +2!

You've been my buddy since first gra-a-a-a-a-ade!

A-a-a-a-a-and we'll be friends 'til our hair fades!

(Which it won't, thanks to small miracles like hair dye for the middle-aged!)

My original plan had been to get as many people as possible to sing her the classic Happy Birthday, like on the bus or in the school lobby, but I decided against it because

a.  I'd rather not talk to the creepy kids in the front lobby.

b.  I don't have anything to call her with.  (Excepting my grand singing voice!)

c.  I dream bigger than I achieve.

I also feel as though the world should know that today is Nick Jonas's 18th birthday.  CONGRATULATIONS EMILY!  YOU SHARE YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH A JONAS!  WOOOO!  

That poor, poor girl.

Because I am lacking a picture of my and my bestie, and I even GOOGLE SEARCHED her in the hopes of finding a picture, please accept this poor subsitute picture of a cat about to eat a small, fluffy bird.

I took a nap today.  And I'm cool enough to admit it.

-Sarah

Words to Live By

A  line  is  a..
DOT THAT WENT FOR A WALK

Dear Noah,
 

We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.
 

Love & Rockets,
The Unicorns.

"Did it hurt?''  "What?" "When you fell from heaven?" "Awww..." "Because your face is MESSED UP!"
If an orange is called an orange then why isn't a banana called a yellow?!
A few days ago, I found out that the Triceratops might not be a real dinosaur. I almost cried. First they say Pluto is not a planet, now THIS?!

Today, I learned that the guy who plays the voice of Optimus Prime in Transformers is the same guy who plays the voice of Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh. Mind Blown.

To heck with 11:11
i'm gonna go buy myself

2 goldfish and name them
Cosmo and Wanda

Dear ^Algebra teachers,
finding " X " is for pirates.
Sincerely, The ninjas.
LABELS
are for
SOUP CANS
[♥]

Dear Greenland,

We've successfully deceived the tourists. Good work.

Sincerely,
Iceland

I'm in love with my bed.
But my alarm clock won't let us be together.
</3

 "I love Eminem." 
"The candy?"
"No, the rapper."
" What's so cool about M&M wrappers?"
Let's eat Grandma.
Or "Let's eat, Grandma."
Punctuation saves lives!!!
September: full pencil case
June 1: pen that was found on the ground.

Today, I have, for the first time in my life,
finished an entire tube of chapstick before permanently losing it.
I can die happily now.

I attempted to start a real post several times, but ultimately failed.  So you're stuck with this until Thursday.
Tomorrow is...

• Wednesday
• Picture Day (exaggerated sigh)
• Open House night
• first dance class of the year (ughhhhhhh.  I prefer to get my thirty minutes of daily excercise by typing.  BURN THOSE CALORIES, YOU FINGERS!)  
• the day after today...  I'm running out of stuff to ramble about.

My favorite song of the week-  Dj Got Us Fallin' in Love WHOA THAT'S WEIRD... AS SOON AS I TYPED IT, IT CAME ONTO THE RADIO.  MUST DANCE!
Last  night I was home alone for awhile, and I proactively used my time to sing into a banana.  I have unbelievable amounts of potential.
I THINK I REMEMBER THOSE EYES, EYES, EYES!!!

Banana's got style!

SARAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Promises are Promises

Here I am.  Eating my ceramic ice cream of choice.  It came out rather hot if I do say so myself.  Or cold.  Or whatever.

THERE ARE SO M ANY FISH IN THE SEA. 
 
  Just kidding.  BP had an oil spill.

Mom:  What did you learn at school today honey?

Me:  Apparently not enough.  I have to go back tomorrow.

Clips, Cows, Clay, and Clothes

It's time for me to stop using videos as posts, so next time I find a funny video, I'm just gonna put it in a video bar. (Pssst. Check out the video bar. Now. By now, I mean whenever I get around to putting the video bar on here.)
So. Anyways.
Soz that I haven't done ANYTHING AT ALL on my blog over the past half week. Last week was no computer week, and I got a lot of reading done, and so now I'm into this new series and it's really hard to put the book down. I just came downstairs from my room, ate a brownie crumb and half a bag of Utz Cheez Puff things, which were STALE because someone didn't put a chip clip on them. Behold the chip clip.
Love the chip clip. It will save you from numerous nasty encounters with cheez puffs that are difficult to eat because they are so old. Anywayzzzzzzzz... After that, I decided I should visit "that page on the web where I discuss my innermost thoughts and feelings". For example, I am dying to tell a joke. So here goes.

THERE ARE FOUR COWS.
(Some of you are already laughing, I know it. The ones that I've told the joke to. For you others, your life is about to be enlightened.)
One mama cow and three baby cows.
Baby Cow One asks, "Mama? Why am I named Rose?"
Mama Cow says, "Because when you were born, a rose petal landed on your head.
Baby Cow Two asks, "Mama? Why am I named Daisy?"
Mama Cow says, "Because when you were born, a daisy petal landed on your head."
Baby Cow Three asks, "Lalsfkjofoehrknsfkhdfndfkeheinnppafbrses?"
Mama Cow says, "Shut up, Cinderblock."

Ahhhh, cow humor.

Next order of business. This past Sunday, two seriously cool chicks tried on shoes of various sorts, plus clothes ranking 12 on a 1-10 scale of ugliness. These stylin' chicas were first spotted at Marshall's, where the shorter of the two was accompanying her madre and her sister on a quest for the perfect first-day-of-dream-crushing-prison shoes. (Guys might not feel this way, but I believe that a good pair of shoes can make any day much sunnier. Especially ones that make me taller.) I should probably start at the beginning though, si? Mi familia (I'm taking Spanish. I'm mucho gusto, right? SHOUT OUT TO EMILY WHO LIKES SAYING "MUCHO GUSTO!" SAY IT FIVE TIMES FAST WHILE HOLDING YOUR TONGUE AND PETTING YOUR KNEE, IN HER HONOR!) had arrived home from camping earlier that morning, and after long showers where we washed off layers of bugspray and bugs, Mom, Julia and I picked up Aideen and Teagan, and we drove super-quick-like to TIME TO CLAY!!! Who doesn't love that place? Besides hoboes, who can't afford the prices. I mean, they charge you for breathing their air! $7 per person for two hours of oxygen and paint fumes! After stewing over the various breathtaking, dust covered clay pieces for three minutes, I chose an ice cream cone because it symbolized the end of summer and my love of ice cream. Clever, no? I will take a picture of me eating it when I get it on Sunday. Just remind me, because I have premature memory loss. After rushing to finish 30 seconds before TTC closed, we dashed across the street because it was getting really late, to Marshall's, one of the last stores Julia had yet to check for shoes. Aideen and I competed to see who could find the shoe with the highest heel. I found some four-inch thigh-high black leather boots that looked sooo snazzy with my beat up jean shorts and flashy tie-dye tee. When Aideen was wearing just those little sock things that don't do much when it comes to prevent spreading foot germs, and I was wearing the boots, I was the same height as her for the first time in my life! I feel so accomplished! I tried on a repulsive purple gray leopard print winter jacket, made my hair poof up with my headband, and struck a James Bond pose with my partner in crime, who was also sporting high-heeled boots. RANDOM QUESTION: DO GUYS HAVE TO WEAR THOSE LITTLE SOCK THINGS WHEN THEY TRY ON SHOES? After trying and failing to find shoes there, we finally arrived at DSW, where I believe I have a future as a window mannequin. I tried on high heeled clogs there, along with an oddly shaped hat, a scarf, a shoulder bag, and one of those oversized wallet things. People stared, pointed, and laughed, and I slipped up a couple times. I'd think they were gone, but the people would be looking in the window behind me, and I'd resume the position once again. We are just too cool.
Not much else has occured recently. Jail resumed a couple of days ago. And last night I spent two hours trying to mentally will the ice cream man to my street. I would be decorating my Spanish name tag in my bedroom, hear the familiar jingle, and tear down the stairs, grab my purse, and dash down the driveway. This occured three times. At eight, when we were eating dinner outside, because it was too hot indoors, I heard it for the final time, and leaped off the porch screaming "SOMEBODY GRAB MY PURSE!!!!!!!" I jumped the rock wall, stopped, listened, and full out sprinted to Scribner. Julia met up with me, handed me my cash, and we jumped around, flagging the ice cream man down, who turned out to be an ice cream woman instead. I got a chocolate ice cream covered in chocolate sauce in a chocolate cone with oreos on it. That was what made my day. My summer has now been fulfilled. And as I gnoshed on that $2.50 cone of joy, I reminisced about the summer. That puzzle that mom and I started in June? We finished last night. It was only 350 pieces too. All the day trips, crazy activities with my friends, endless IM conversations, bugbites... they made a pretty awesome vacation. One of the best, I'd say.
Gonna catch some shut eye. Buenos noches, mi amigos and amigas!
Lola (Sarah)
P.S. Just realized, guys wear socks with their shoes. All the time. They never wear tights or anything, so they don't need those beige thingies that fall off my feet. I'm glad that's all settled.