Excited!

Today I am so excited about life!!!!

I am excited about my current classes. I'm pumped for my classes next semester. (Particularly a skiing class and a mountain biking class--hey, I need to party a little bit my last semester, a midst classes about finance and administration stuff ha!)

I'm excited about the people in my life, and goals I have.

Also something I've been thinking about: traditions are so important--they form some of our favorite memories :)

As I'm learning in my classes, it is important to live life intentionally. Think about what you are doing, and what you want to be doing. Then it is important to stop before you over-think and just live it :)

In a book I'm reading for a class (Intentional Families by William J Doherty) it says, "You can't be a sure a ritual has taken root, until it has survived episodes of neglect."

We don't always stay in habit we enjoy/think are good. But that's ok. Cuz we can start again if we want :)

On a completely different note, I heard a reference to the poem this week. Apparently it is a ubiquitous poem, but I'd never heard it before.
(I just learned the word ubiquitous! It means existing/being everywhere, common, frequently heard/seen/known, or omnipresent. I admit...I threw it in here just because I love it. Probably because every time I try to say it I fail. yew-bik-wih-tuhs. Anyhooo....)

So since I had never heard it, here 'tis! :)

The Cold Within--James Patrick Kinney
"Six humans trapped by happenstance
In dark and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood--
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
But the first one held hers back,
For, of the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next one looked cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of wealth he had in store,
And keeping all that he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For he saw in his stick of wood
A chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did nought except for gain,
Giving just to those who gave
Was how he played the game,

Their sticks held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof enough of sin;
They did not die from cold without--
They died from cold within."

Ok...I admit that poem seems a little bit dreary compared to my mood............so........here are some really cheesy one-liner thoughts to lighten the mood ha!

--Do fish get thirsty?

--Does killing time damage eternity?

--How many weeks are there in a light year?

--How come wrong numbers are  never busy?

--If all the nations in the world are in debt, where did all the money go?

--If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

--Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?

--What was the best thing before sliced bread?

--What's another word for thesaurus?

--Why do we tend to raise our shoulders when we're out in the rain?

:)