Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Mornings......Dreadful things.
Have I mentioned that I don't like the a.m. hours. (Except for the ones that come after 12 p.m.) Everyday that alarm goes off and everyday it is a battle to get up. I don't usually get up in a bad mood but I am not excited about it. The only reason I get out of bed is discipline. (Or, if I know I can eat breakfast and then go right back to sleep.) I know if I do not that I will be late, or not get something finished or not get to work. So, as the alarm goes off I may hit snooze, but even that is a debate. I wish that we could all get up at about 10...that would be so nice. So, enough about mornings other then I can simply not fathom morning people. I know in Caborcca I was accused of being one. It is a lie. I just generally find it easier when not alone in the waking up process. And of course there I am not going to "work" but rather serving the Lord. So, that is actually fun for me. Getting up and singing everyone else awake while making breakfast. Oh, but I really must get ready now as the dark, cool, room is making me fall back to sleep even though I have attempted some caffeine for the day. Farewell. I hope you are all sleeping.
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Oh what a melancholy tune for those dreadful morning hours! I must hit the hay now, so I can see a few less of those. ;) Hopefully. No promises, though... Spanish homework calls. Loudly. And harshly. Very unkind that homework business. Hmmm. I believe it should be OUTLAWED! I have to study the imperative voice and I don't like those verbs. Not one bit. I don't get them. They're like... they're like... boys who are extremely skinny wearing XXXL shirts. That's what homework is like. It doesn't make sense. Homework... is like a constant beeping in the back of your head. After the imperative voice there are indicative and subjunctive too. Goodness. I like the indicative but the subjunctive is BAD. EVIL. Very evil because I can't understand it. I don't think they offer Spanish tutors because I really need one. Homework... is like a throbbing migraine, those especially irritating ones that pulsate right behind my left eye. Bad stuff. It is also like Pepto-Bismol, which, I think, was made from puke but it supposedly makes you better in the long run. I don't know for sure, though, because I haven't taken Pepto-Bismol in a long time. Not since I was a kid and couldn't swallow pills. Homework is a pill, a very fat one that gets lodged in your throat. Ugly things.
However, God is good, He reigns in the heavens, He saved me, He loves me, I get to serve Him my whole life through... so that makes all mornings pretty darn good, when you look "in the long run". I'm smelling coffee, birds are singin just outside, here comes your mercy streaming in with the morning light, my heart's racing waking up to Your smile, it's a ...
good morning...
god doesnt want us to dread, you should be greatful for the morning...I discused that this week :).. You know if AZ had daylight savings you would have an extra hour to sleep today.. sorry..I love you Boobie...he he he
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