 Today, instead of teaching a man to start a fire, I lit him on fire and kept him warm for the rest of his life. I would like to thank all of my students for a great last day of school. Thanks for a great semester. Keep in touch.  
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 It scares me to think about it,
the lack of it there is. Why did I never revcieve any, or was it that I lost it somewhere along the way? Maybe it's just something I'm not meant to have. Maybe it's waiting for me somewhere. But what if what I lack is what I need to find it? Oh wait, here it is, but now what do I do with it?  On this rollercoaster ride of life, emotions and passions are constantly being forced to the surface, where they flutter and dance about like a butterfly crossing water. Thier story was no different. It was a story of two rollercoasters coliding, a story of two butterflies without a place to land. They were just trying to make sencse of their journey before the love, the passion, -- the twists and turns of the ride tore them apart.
 He talked about books like they were a three course meal topped off with desert. I was unfortunately hungry and couldn't help myself from eating every last word. But then I became full and fell asleep. That's when it all fell apart. Now, I wonder if even all the kings horses and all the kings men will be able to put it all back together again. Hey if anyone can tell me what book is in the picture, I'll give you a pat on the back and I will think you're pretty cool.
 Where The Wind Blows
Last night I had a dream of crowded streets, though I walked alone. In the dark I stood outside your doorway, and called you on the phone. Ear pressed against the window, I heard you say hello. Repeating yourself three times, finally I said, “You know. I was walking home from work today, and all I could hear was my feet. It occurred to me there was a problem considering I was on a busy street. How come I couldn’t hear them as they walked right past me then? And why among the many people, was there only men? Until on 33rd, I saw you walking there. Crossways cross an intersection, the wind blowing in your hair. Everything around me faded to black and white, except for you, who remained so bright.” “Who is this?” You replied over the telephone. Sounding scared, I could tell from your tone. “I did not mean to scare you, I’m pretty frightened too. You see every day seems to be the same, except for one thing…You. Every time I walk down the street, all I hear is the tapping of my feet. And everyone that walks past me is the same from the day before. Nothing ever changes, not even a shutting door. Until I get to 33rd, that’s when I see you there, and on the occasional day, the wind is blowing in your hair. Some days you’re in purple, sometimes you’re in blue, and everyday I see you I fall more in love with you. I know it may sound crazy, you’ve never seen me before, but I’d really like to know you just a little more.” “By the silence that I’m getting, I can tell what you are thinking. So here is what we’ll do, and this will be a chance for you. Tomorrow as you walk across 33, look at all the corners, and you will see me. I’m not sure how, but I have a feeling you’ll know. It’ll be like the feeling you get when standing in snow. And if you don’t notice me the day after today while crossing 33rd in the crossway, You’ll never hear from me any other day. Unless I hear you whisper for me to stay.” “Okay,” the response came, over the telephone Then came a click and the sound of a dial tone. That night I couldn’t sleep thinking of the next day. The words I’d speak if I had a chance to say. The morning went by in its usual way, with all the same words I usually say. Then the work bell rang. Time to go home. Tonight after all the years, would I still be alone? Walking past street 32, my heart beating rapidly, thinking of you. A few more steps and I’m on 33, crossways from where you’ll be. I stop on the corner and look around to see you walking across in front of me. Stopping in the middle you turn and look around. All time stops except for your sound. As if in slow motion, I hear your hand move in the air. I hear the wind as it blows through your hair. Then, in a moment your eyes touch mine, and worlds and oceans stop in time. The world around me all became new, as I was taken to where the wind blew. I am glad I found you my love. Happy Birthday.  The other day I posted an entry that was all about my son, so today I feel it is time to post something about my beautiful daughter. Kennedi, loves to hear my voice and constantly seems to be looking around trying to find out where I am. Whenever I am in a room and talking, she strains to look in every direction until she finds me. Once her beautiful blue eyes find me, she gives me a large smile and burry’s her little head into a nearby pillow or her mothers shoulder. Then she looks up slowly, with her cheeks rising like two hot air balloons attached with a smile. It is such a cute face that it is impossible to resist. – Kennedi’s relaxed face is just as cute as her little balloon smile. She has a short upper lip just like mine, which means that her mouth is constantly gapped open a little. This, along with her wide blue eyes makes it look as if she is in a constant state of wonder and amazement of the world around her. It is as if our small little apartment is an amusement park for her eyes. – I guess that makes me the clown. – Well, as long as she holds on to that wonder, I’ll be the clown any day.
 "City lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder. - I had a feeling I could be someone." Thanks for the date my love.
 "The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow       The world is right again, and
I was too excited to take a better picture. | Bradyn Nordfelt So here is the deal. About a year ago I became a member of flikr. While I was browsing around one day I came across a group of people who take a picture everyday for one year called 365. I instantly fell in love with the idea. A month or two later, I became aware of a man named Jonathan Harris and his website, www.number27.org
Veiwing his work has greatly inspired me and this project as a whole. On his website, he does a picture a day as well, but he also includes a short write up. Well, I decided I wanted to do something similar. Now I know bloggers often have this false belief that they have something to say and that eveyone is interested, but I know that no one realy cares about this blog. This is more for me than it is for you. But I still hope you like it. ArchivesAugust 2010 Categories |
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