tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167270732012-02-16T16:58:11.643-06:00I am a student, a poet, a free-thinking-question-asker, a wife, and a mother (just to name a few.) Things found here portray the thoughts and ideas of this very proud Mom of Three Sperry Pirates....................... "And remember, my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others." ~ Professor Marvel in Wizard of OzLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09675256777512291723noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16727073.post-47234375545792031572010-04-20T08:38:00.001-05:002010-04-20T08:39:03.733-05:00

I saw a butterfly cocoon the other day.  It got me to thinking.  *DANGEROUS*  I know! All the yuck that it went through as a squirmy grody little caterpillar.  Then to fight its way out of such a sturdy strong cocoon.  It has to struggle to get out or else its wings would not be strong enough to fly once released from its inprisonment. Realizing that power to free itself, it goes into the

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what is it about the organ called the heart? why does it act out of character when our metaphorical ‘heart’ is affected? the heart rate increases, palpitations flutter, even extra beats trying to make up for the flooding of blood in the ventricular cavities. how ironic that happens to our ‘heart’ also.  when we are flooded by emotions, our ‘heart’ tries to make us compensate for what’s missing.

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I'm so glad when I chose to come to this earthly plane of existence, I decided to be a girl. Otherwise, I would never have known the joy of skipping around when I was 5yrs old holding my best friends hand and giggling about boys. Otherwise, I would never have kicked up my foot and swooned the first time a boy kissed me. Otherwise, I would never have had the frilly skirts, make up, or high heels.

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Chemistry in Chemistry Isn't it ironic the chemistry found in Chemistry.The social dynamics and interactions found within are surprising not unlike the reactions from some of the lab exercises.  So, if chemistry is the complexities of the energy of life explained (ie. electrons, neutrons, protons), shouldn't the metaphysical be more widely accepted studies and not just what the weird people talk

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09675256777512291723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16727073.post-44847340926541303902008-06-04T19:17:00.004-05:002010-04-05T16:34:03.676-05:00

myspace.com/threepiratesmom Run. Run... as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man. ;)

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My grandma had a stroke Thursday 2/7/08. She was admitted to the hospital and I stayed with her until she died on Sunday 2/10. This has been the hardest week of my life. But, I know she's in a better place and with my grandpa, her two sons who died many years ago, endless other relatives, and countless dearly beloved pets.This is what I wrote and they put in the little booklet given out at the

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In this month of Thanksgiving I hope to hear about what everyone is thankful for. I am thankful that my entire family and I are alive, well, and breathing and I am thankful that my brothers and sister and their little families are all close by and well. I am thankful that I have such loving parents. I'm thankful that even though I don't get to spend as much time as I want with all of my family,

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Kachow!Long time no blog. I just watched the movie Cars with my kids. It was very good for the animated kid-geared-looking-for-marketing-the-golden-ticket kind of movie. Seriously, it was entertaining even if you could read the storyline at least by 5 minutes into the movie.And, I'm still loving Hinder right now even though they are 5 minutes ago.I landed a fabulous new position at a local

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by Lisa Qualls(Inspired by Prof. Ronnie Ashford)She is the womanwho stands out in the crowd.She is the womanwho is boisterous and loud.She is the womanwho fights tooth and nail.She has been toldto go straight to hell!Inside she is soft,meek, and mild.Inside, she hasthe faith of a child.Inside, she is like the geisha...quiet, demure, but listening still.Why can they not bend HER will?She is an

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Your Political Profile:Overall: 35% Conservative, 65% LiberalSocial Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% LiberalPersonal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% LiberalFiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% LiberalEthics: 25% Conservative, 75% LiberalDefense and Crime: 25% Conservative, 75% LiberalHow Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

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“Man has ears but hears not. He has eyes, but sees not.” --King DavidIn the beginning… there was a single celled creature evolving day by day, year by year, and eon by eon until finally one day out of the wombs of apes man was born. This is not exactly the kind of story most would find enjoyable telling their children when asked, “Mommy, where did I come from?” Is the argument really what version

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“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion…”The first amendment of the Bill of Rights is as follows: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

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In my juvenile delinquency class, Prof. Comby has been discussing crime rates and how the largest property and violent crime rates always revolve around males aged 16-24. This being said it is understandable that the crime rate is now down from what it was from about 1962 to 1988. This is when the baby boomers fit into this particular demographic. Baby boomers ARE the economy and will continue to

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It seems like just yesterday....1996-Jake was "Big Jake" like John Wayne,Matt was "Cowboy Hiccup" and he was 'so radical!' My little Matt Matt will be THIRTEEN years old next Wednesday on the 18th. Jake will be FIFTEEN on March 26! And my little baby Garrett (who was never as little as other kids his age) will be NINE years old on February 21! Oh! How they grow so fast!

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Just feeling sentimental. He passed a few years ago. It seems like just yesterday we were dancing in Grandma's kitchen while I stood on his feet. He would always cut up apples for me with a pocket knife that I now reluctantly possess. Lew's Auto Trim was his life, second only to his faith & family.We would pick up pecans in the pasture and carry them in Folger's coffee cans. He would never raise

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Wise men hear and see as little children do. ~Lao Tzu

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I can't believe I had another birthday on Jan. 5th! That makes me a whole 34 now! Ouch! Matt Matt, my little Chef! cooked me birthday dinner and made me a birthday bundt cake and even decorated it with icing that he mixed with food coloring to make pink just to make me happy. He wrote "Happy Birthday MOM!" on it. It was so pretty and special I almost cried.I started my last semester at Tulsa

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I got my email saying Congratulations and that I'm invited to come to the final auditions in Tulsa on Jan 4th! I'm a little bummed that my kids can't go with me because they wanted to go quite badly. But rules are rules I suppose.I am so excited about it.I really needed something good like this to happen. My little dog, Dash Incredible, ran out into the road chasing a cat and was hit and killed

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ANGELSOnce upon there was a child ready to be born.So one day he asked God:They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,But how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?Among the many angels, I chose one for you.She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.But tell me, here in Heaven, I don’t do anything else but singAnd smile, that’s enough for me to be happy!And how am

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There's always tomorrow.... right? not necessarily. I came across this article and it reminded me to get my ducks in a row now and now to procrastinate and wait till the last minute. This is good advice. Now if I can just practice what I preach I will be okay! Lead by example... right? Good luck to all of you. I know I will need it!Five months from now, you may be richer if you read this todayBy

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Garrett---3rd grade, 8 1/2 yrs old ^ Matthew---7 th Grade, 12 1/2 yrs old. Jacob---9th grade, 14 1/2 yrs old.

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I absolutely love this magazine! It is called ASHRO. Visit their site and check it out! I am from the heritage of English, Irish, Welsh, American Indian, and some Spanish(Spain). Needless to say, other than my brown eyes and occasional light tan, I am as white as they come! This magazine is not just for African women. I love the colors and the bold styles! Oh yes...and the hatsand the shoes!! ooh

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This is a fairly recent photo of my baby Garrett. He is 8.. excuse me, 8 1/2 yrs old. He is on the Sperry 3rd Grade tackle football team. I will tell you more with more pictures later, but right now we have to leave to go to practice! They have playoffs this weekend so they have to work extra hard this week.Go Pirates!!

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Matt-Matt has had aspirations of becoming a professional chef since he was 6yrs old. (Yea! Iron Chef America!)Here he is having his first attitude bruising my ribs just one month before he was born--------->Oh baby! he was 9 lbs and 14 1/4 oz. That kid belly laughed out loud in the hospital. Which granted, we were there a week. (I had been in a minor car accident at 7months which caused me a few

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This is my precious Jacob Charlie Weathers Qualls (14 1/2)! This picture is at last weekend's football game: Us (Sperry Pirates @ Pawhuska Huskies). I must say, we have a pretty awesome band. Right now he is "going out" with a cute little girl named Ashley. A bunch of the girls got together with Jacob's little brother Matthew and pranked him. They sporked the front yard and wrote all kinds

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Be exceptional. Make tremendous efforts to be extraordinary. What a privilege to be here on the planet to contribute your unique donation to humankind. Just make sure you do so....-- Shelby LynneMusician. Her songs can be heard on Starbucks Hear Music™ station, XM Satellite Radio Channel 75.

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I found this on National Geographic's website. I know it's from August. But, it just looked so totally cool. I had to include it!!!August 26, 2005-Fear of heights? This is definitely no place for you.The all-glass, balcony-like "Skywalk"--shown in an illustration released this week--will extend over the edge of the Grand Canyon, 4,000 feet (1,200 meters) above the Colorado River."The Skywalk will

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A man falls in love through his eyes,a woman through her ears.~ Woodrow Wyatt

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By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. ~ Confucius

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This is one of my all-time favorite poems!I just had to share it with you.The Road Not TakenBy Robert Frost [1916]Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing

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"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way." ~ Vincent Van Gogh

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This weekend has been AMAZING!!!Who has a blinkie pin??? I do!! And so does my best girlfriend, Vickie!!!Okay. What in the world is a blinkie pin? It's only the most coveted prize one can receive when going to an audition for the Wheel of Fortune.The Wheelmobile came to Tulsa this weekend. It was in a word: awesome!The excitement and energy gave everyone such a rush and a natural high.

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"Yes, I am a dreamer.For a dreamer is one whocan find his way by moonlight,and see the dawn before therest of the world."-Oscar Wilde

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Your eyes are blueAs blue as the cascading waterfall in the sky.Your thoughts are whiteFor they are beyond the colors of the average soul.Your imagination is violetViolet because of its extrinsic vividness and mysteryYour path is orangeRed for the fire inside youAnd yellow for the birds beneath your feetYour style is greenAs green as Mother Nature’s painting of her newborn childFull of life and

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Intriguing eyes, suggestive lips,Tingling ears and parts unknown.When I think of the softness of your skinAnd the steam that is causedBy the heat of your sweatThe thrust of your bodyThe tenderness in your tongueThe passion in your soulTells the story untoldAbout love you holdInside your heartBut then give away to meAll of these thingsThese qualities you possessMake me love youThrough and

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(This is some of my very early writings which I will share more of later. If for no other reason but to encourage young writers to simply write no matter how silly they may think it. As you live and grow so do your writing abilities. Everybody's gotta start somewhere!)DaydreamsAt the end of every rainbowAt the end of every songThere’s just something in their contentsThat simply makes you

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She always wanted a ponyBut she never got oneShe dreamed of riding out on the prairieIn the fields of OklahomaBut all a city girl’s got is her dreamsHe was an Oklahoma cowboyAnd he promised her foreverHe said he would lasso the moonTo match the twinklin’ stars in her eyesChorus:Broken dreams and promisesAre sure to be her fortuneHow can love so right feel so bad inside?Her heart is calloused

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-Author UnknownI have a buddy.My buddy’s a toad.He is my buddy.He’s flat on the road.He’ll be my buddy,My buddy to stayTill he’s peeled upAnd sailed away.

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By DWHeard my cries.Opened my eyes.I found an angelWith golden eyes.But, angels followTheir own dreams.And the lives of foolsGo on without meaning.So angels flyAnd dreams cry.Without my angelI wither and die.The lone wolf hunts best.The lonely heart will forget.Good-bye.

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By D WIt’s funny how you can go on livingAnd lose the simple knack of givingIt slips away before you know it’s gone.You build up walls and before you know it,Someone moves you and you’d like to show itBut you just can’t find a way to get it done.I’ve been alone too long.Now why don’t you see?I’ve been alone too long,That’s all that’s wrong with me,I could build you a dream,Paint you a sunrise,

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You suck and that's sad 

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By DW “Tell me how you feel,” she said, a whisper in the darkness, “Tell me you love me.”“You are a miracle.” He replied. “For you to be here, for us to be like this… After all this time, I’d forgotten how to be with another person…’“But?”“But, I’m afraid. Of you. Of needing you. That you’ll go. That you’ll stay. So, I try not to think about it. I just revel in your very presence.” She couldn’t

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Okay people!! Have they lost their senses? What will they come out with next?Pennsylvania Bill Bans Candies that Taste like PotPosted: 10/10/2005 10:30:12 AMBy ANYA SOSTEK - Pittsburgh Post-GazetteMarijuana-flavored Stoner Pops ask customers to "taste the munchie goodness."A plastic container filled with marijuana-flavored lollipops sits on the counter at Spencer Gifts in Pittsburgh, its label

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There I stoodSo distraught and amazed.I was swept off my feetWith my eyes left aglaze.His eyes glowed with warmth,With innocence and yet passion.My heat beat so fastMy toes tingledMy breath became rationedThen after hours of childishFlirting gamesHe kissed meAnd my heart played… leap… frog…With… my lungsAs my breath… was swept awayWhat happens nextI do not know.I don’t know the ending.For the

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Men want Miss America on their arm,Playmate of the Year in their bed,And Betty Crocker in their kitchen.They want Dear Abby or AnnWhen they want to talk,And they want Mary PoppinsFor their children who are to be seenBut not heard.If we choose the wrong hat or mask to put on,We are ostracized for being wishy-washy or softBecause their hindered emotional baggageMisinterpreted a misunderstanding for

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The PulseThe stomping of the children’s feetThe harrowing of the people meetsVoices clamorTyping slammersHorses’ hooves on dirt do beatBabies cryMothers sighDaddies yell out “Me? Why?”The band plays.Grandmother staysIn step in her rocking chairGrandfather yells “Whatchall doin’ over there?”Sister runs the washing machineBrother flies highAs he jumps from the swingYou laughI laughYou smile brightI

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Fair is the winter of my discontent.Cruel is my fortune of the tormentuous mistress that is my husband’s nature.Love he prophesses.Anger he spews.Solace comes in solitude and detachment.Happiness lives among the fellowship with others.Joy resides in the hearts of my children.Why can he not see but through the eyes of a troglodyte?What karma is so wretched that it be his fate of misery?What is the

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I count the tiles on the floor.The ceiling’s painted.Why?What for?There are no tiles or dots aboveFor my inventory.If you could see all ofMY mental files…Now THAT would tell the story.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09675256777512291723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16727073.post-1127332085527516862005-09-21T15:27:00.000-05:002005-09-21T15:28:07.476-05:00

All men are created equalAs so they sayAnd I think they’re rightBut not in every way.Every man wants a girlWho’s pure in heart and soulThey grow crazy and franticJust looking for the toolThe talent or the skillThat will help them in their willThat will help them in their driveTo find that perfect girlTo find that perfect wifeThen that single treasureOf their whole life’s questIs found and their

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Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a little cloud. He was a bright, happy, fluffy, white cloud. He was so happy and carefree unlike those dismal, angry, roaring, dark clouds.He played several different games with his friends. His favorite game was shapes. He liked to change into all sorts of shapes. One day, he discovered a shape no other cloud had ever made… a square. Oh, how

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If time could count a thousand yearsAnd if wishes could fly on an abacus highThe greatest star would be dimmedBy the twinkle-light born of your eyesYou possess such a needIt puzzles those who seeSuch Independence!Such self-sufficiency!Yet such emptiness of desire seethes.You have such laughterYou have such sparkWho would knowYou live in the darkDepths of your own mindFrighten you sometimesIs it

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That heat That same heat That same heat which causes My body to tremble And my toes to curl. I am no longer the helmsman. I am merely at the mercy Of the wave. That wave That wave of heat That wave of heat reminating To my hands and toes From the centermost origin of heat. I hold on tightly As my whole Body shakes and trembles. Air escapes me as All of my muscles contract. Leaving my lungs

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The comfort found in physical seclusion CriesDeep into the cold empty night.Is martyrdom recognized by HimIf consciously committed?If the curse of solitude is ignored,Could eternal damnation be worseThan the alternative lifeWithout fulfillment?What of the innocents?What of those who seek an endTo my self-inflicted misery?Should they be sucked downInto the undertow of my whirlwind?They are not

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To err is dysfunctional, to forgive co-dependent. - Berton Averre

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Still under construction. But being an Oklahoman, I'm used to it. At least there isn't a toll!

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