Thursday, October 23, 2008

Tag Your It a Game?

I am tired - it's raining and they want to play ~ ugg

Tagging is a blogger's game. You tag someone by leaving a comment on their blog and letting them know that they have been tagged. When you have been tagged you post several random, weird, or whatever facts about yourself. Then go tag seven other blogs. Post the URLs of the blogs you tagged. That's it!
~ I can't find the dodge ball though!

Mary Beth started it!

7 Interesting Facts about me ~

1. I am addicted to lampwork glass beads.
2. I like to play with lampwork glass beads.
3. I like to make glass lampwork glass beads.
4. I don't like to clean those lampwork glass beads I make. (I have to though )
5. I have a lot of lampwork glass bead maker & jewelry artist friends.
6. I need coffee ever morning - Starbucks ( I should have it injected )
7. I get cranky if I don't get sleep.
8. I like chocolate too, and if you believe all of the above you may just be well,
I won't say it - LOL

Mary Beth
The Birds and the Bee's
Studio Marcy
Lori Greenberg

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

talk to your kids ~ teach them young

I read this ~ I cried ~ so I just copied and pasted this ~ from the coroner's blog today ~

Went to a Party Mom

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying o n the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
the kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
this girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high.
Because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
put ' Mommy's Girl' on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
Mom I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
So I love you and good-bye.
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