Ooops...

It just occured to me that I'm posting more poetry than stuff about my life. So sorry to all of y'all out there who can't endure my poetry. There's not a whole lot to report about my life right now...got the new job coming up, gonna leave B-ville, gonna miss it. I want a puppy for Christmas. Probably won't get one until February though. Did you know pets are one the most theraputic things for patients with depression? How could you not be happy playing with a puppy or cuddling after a hard days work...anywho...school was good today. We are doing the "Boats and Buoyancy" unit and the kids are hard at work designing boats. It is so fun watching them learn and test things...little budding scientists...they're mostly learning without knowing they are...and sometimes that's the best kind of learning.

Too Much

Too Much

It is all too much
For me to hear right now
I'm just not ready
Can't you see?
I'm unsteady
I just need to be confused for a while

What you said today
Made me angry
And bold
You can't give me news like that
With no one to hold
I just need to be mad for a while

You've broken my heart
In two
Or six million four
Did you mean to say that?
We've got an uneven score
I just need to be sad for a while

These emotions are piling
And growing big too
Who's fault is it
I need someone to blame
Or to throw a fit
I just need to be crazy for a while

Quit telling me how
That I should feel
You just can't see
All that she
Meant to me
I just need my mom for a while

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas Mama,
It's my favourite time of year,
With all the lights outside shining,
And bellys full of Christmas cheer.

Merry Christmas Mama,
Can you see me from above?
I baked your favourite treats today,
They were all made with love.

Merry Christmas Mama,
Oh how I wish you were here,
To hold me and laugh,
The way you did last year.

Merry Christmas Mama,
I'm going shopping again today,
Lots of gifts to purchase,
(And one for me, by the way!)

Merry Christmas Mama,
Can you see how excited the kids are?
Making their crafts, writing to Santa.
Hoping he'll write from afar?

Merry Christmas Mama,
I guess I'm doing alright,
But I sure miss you mama,
Beside my tree, alone tonight.

Buying A Couch

So, a couch is on my list of things to buy...once I move to PEACE RIVER!!

I have some good news...for those of you who follow such things, my teaching job was only scheduled to go until Christmas, at which time the teacher who was on maternity leave would take over my class. That is still happening, but I am happy to report I have secured a new teaching job in PEACE RIVER! I will be teaching grade two again, at the elementary school that I went to as a child. WOO HOO!!! This is very exciting. It is however, kind of sad too, because I am going to miss my students so very much and the friends I have made here. Especially, SB, my IF. Romantically I am not interested in him any longer, see previous blog entry, however, we have become really good friends and he has been a fantastic mentor. I don't know what I'll do without him. I was contemplating this on the drive back to Bonnyville today, and composed a poem based on Chantel Kreviasik (spelling!?!)'s song "Imaginary Friend." Its posted below.

IF

As promised...poem based on Chantel's original...I kept a lot of the words the same (in some cases entire verses - 'cause they worked...ps - its not my best work, I'm under no delusions...it's kinda about how I'm scared he'll forget me and we'll lose touch. We really had the makings of a lifelong friendship, but we needed more time to develop it. I hate that.

IF

It scares me to speak my mind
It might sound self-absorbed
I don't say half of what I think
I wonder what I'm thinkin' for

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone A
nd writin' with this dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And who really cares now
Just who will I talk to?
Everyone's just waitin' for me to fail
Kinda like millionaire

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone
And writin' with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
Someone to listen,
Someone to smile
Someone to hold,
at the right time

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone
And writin' with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And I would call him up
But he doesn't remember my name