Poetry

I like poetry, however, I am not one to contemplate it, nor do I even attempt to understand all the symbolism, hyperbole, metaphors etc. contained within the poem. Possibly, it's because my reading comprehension is total crap, or that I'm just not a "deep" person. But I do appreciate a limerick, or a sonnet, rhyme, song, or verse. That being said, here's a poem written by my brillant teenage daughter. (she takes after her mother, of course)




A Poem

Blowing in the wind
green and grassy far
over hills and through the field

running, running fast
away from nothing
away from everything
maybe something, maybe nothing

now it's getting dark
running, running back
scared of something
scared of nothing
maybe something, maybe nothing
scared, scared of everything

Shelby Ruch

He's Soo GOOOD to me!

My husband is soo good to me. He's thoughtful, he's attentive, and he's a great gift giver. In fact, here's what he gave me for my birthday.



In case you can't tell cuz the photo isn't so great, that's the new IPod Nano, along with Rascal Flatts new CD, a Bob Marley compilation CD, and the old Michael Jackson CD Thriller. Yes, I have eclectic taste in music, and my dear, sweet husband knows that and even tho' I wouldn't buy the Jacko cd myself because I didn't want to add to that pedophile's money stash, my thoughtful husband knew I really wanted it. And he's sooo good at knowing what I want and making sure I get it. He spoils me terribly! I forgot to add the dozen red roses and balloon he sent to me at work the day before my b'day. Like I said, thoughtful and attentive. I'm so blessed.

Thank you, Art Ruch for making my birthday so special!

Birthdays and Vacations

Yes, I'm now officially a year older...it SUCKS!

Now, I'm on vacation, heading to Memphis to see Elvis and Martin Luther King, Jr....


When I get back from vacation, I'll fill you all in on how my birthday went, what my wonderful husband gave me, and what Memphis was like.... so stay tuned.

My Sweet Baby

God knows what God is doing. Cuz she certainly knows that if Tad had been our first child, Tad would have been our ONLY child. Sometimes all I can do is shake my head in wonder and amazement at some of the things he says and does. I suppose he is like me in that regard because my loving husband has said something similar about me, however, I am not a wild storyteller, nor am I an energetic 9 yr old.

So, that being said, let me relate to you an exchange between our youngest and myself. I was getting ready for work this morning, hair, makeup, etc. when that sweet child looks me in the eye and says, "Mom, I know how to french kiss". I just about poked my eye out with my mascara wand and I'm thinking, O God, how does he know this, does he have personal experience with it? I replied with, "No you do not!". To which Tad said, "Oh yes I do". Now, I'm thinkin, okay buddy, let's just see what you think you know. "Show me" I replied. Let me just say I wish I hadn't said that because he proceeded to give me a visual. Let's just say it was a VERY GOOD visual. I. WAS. SHOCKED!!! As I stumbled to get the words out, all I could say was, "Well, I guess you do and just who did you learn this from anyway". Turns out he's been listening to some fifth graders out on the playground. I'm just dumbfounded that even 5th graders know about french kissing, I guess that just shows how old I am.

I suppose I should be comforted by the fact that Tad told me not to worry, that he never planned on french kissing with anybody anyway. Of course, I realize that he'll change in mind in a couple of years, but I am not ready to face that yet. He's still my baby....

I Love My Husband

I love my husband. And I am the luckiest girl in the world because he picked me to be his girl, but... there are those moments (Ladies, you know what I'm talking about). Those moments when he thinks he's being "cute". So, Sunday morning in church he has one of those "moments". Let me set the stage here, some of you may remember that I have a slight problem with aging. Well, my birthday is coming up at the end of this week, so knowing that, my husband has his moment. During our prayer concern time, our Pastor invites the congregation to share thoughts, joys, and concerns, so my sweet, wonderful husband raises his cute, ginormous hand and as he is recognized by the Pastor says, and I quote, "We need to remember those who are turning a year older this week and are having a hard time with it". Well, the congregation roars with laughter and my best friend says, "oh no, he's done it now.... she's cuttin them eyes at you, you're in trouble now, Art". Meanwhile, her husband, who's birthday is the day after mine and who I am constantly aggravating, but whom I love dearly is choking because he's laughing so hard. Even the Pastor is cracking up, all I can do is shake my head and sigh.
I.Love.My.Husband. God bless him.