Good Morning,
Just wanted to send out a little friendly reminder to put a little extra something in the kids’ stockings this year. Due to the way the holiday has fallen, many young souls will be experiencing—DOUBLE CHURCH!!!…the usual Sunday mass and now the Christmas “all-nighter” oops I mean the Christmas Eve (or day) celebration.
anyway,
my gift to you?
10 Last Minute Gift Ideas...on a budget
1. Stacker cups (as seen in the ESPN cup stacking competition). just go to the supermarket and get a package of large red Dixie cups.
2. Snu-plows. (i'm still working on this one...ice scrappers attached to your shoes!!!)
3. Thighmaster disaster. take a sturdy clothes hanger...bend and fold it in a "V" a la Jane Fonda...
4. The spa package. locate holiday socks. cut the toes out for toenail painting during the winter months. throw in eyebrow pencils and stencils for grandmas.
For the kids on your list
5. Froot Loop Necklace. string Froot Loops on a 12in. thread of dental floss. Kids can eat and when done have them bring the string to you for a lesson in flossing.
6. Spunky Spider. get a jar. coax that little bugger in if/when he scoots across your desk. Slap on a piece of masking tape. With Sharpie write SPUNKY SPIDER! …it’s all in the presentation.
7. Arrange for a visit from your pet.
Extra Thoughty Gifts
8. Use your nose to determine when the neighbors in your apartment building are doing their best baking. Show up on their door w/ an item to return…like a lawn chair. In the spirit of reciprical giving, you might end up leaving w/ some bakery fresh buckeyes arranged neatly on a re-giftable plate!
9. Eat a bunch of fruit and put the washed off seeds in a jar. Fill a baggie with dirt and pin a poem to it..."Without a warm and loving home this peach pit will not make it. Johnny Appleseed indeed! scatter me and I will be a tree!!! Plumbs are not dumb. Show us your green thumb!"
Best gifts come from Tiffany’s (jewelers) no, no the heart...
10. put your hat on backwards. grab your cat and sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."
http://www.singsnap.com/snap/watchandlisten/play/ac118f407
happy monday & merry christmas.
amanda
Monday, December 24, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
and then there's that...
I'm currently reading the book "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl.
pp.42
"The Murderous Capo entered the room by chance and he was asked to recite one of his poems, which had become famous (or infamous) in camp. He did not need to be asked twice and quickly produced a kind of diary from which he began to read samples of his art. I bit my lips till they hurt in order to keep from laughing at one of his love poems…"
What I've learned so far from my reading is that even in a concentration camp bad poetry is funny... : )
This being said, the other night as i was stuck in a Hannah Montana traffic jam (carloads of preteens outside the arena), i sat trying my darndest to appreciate this poem. I listened intently as my AudioDharma teacher, after 46min. of solemn instruction offered "to end tonight i'd like to read you one of MY poems..."
THE HABIT OF TIME
What tense calls us night after summer night
Through the roses and jasmine spending themselves
In the cool copper air
Retina, stem, cerebrum
These ten tendencies shimmer and wink out
Habits of holding
Our home is the center
Of the bees winged flame
It opens the rose, the hip, the coming dark
okay, just a few thoughts i still need to let go of...
Unless you are a doctor or trying to be funny, no poem should contain the words retina, stem and or cerebrum
Our home is the center of the bees winged flame?... makes no sense whatsoever
…it opens the rose…the hip…now you’ve mixed plant and people parts...not good.
anyway, and it went on and on into the coming darkness.
hope you're having a Terrific Tuesday!
amanda cranky pants
pp.42
"The Murderous Capo entered the room by chance and he was asked to recite one of his poems, which had become famous (or infamous) in camp. He did not need to be asked twice and quickly produced a kind of diary from which he began to read samples of his art. I bit my lips till they hurt in order to keep from laughing at one of his love poems…"
What I've learned so far from my reading is that even in a concentration camp bad poetry is funny... : )
This being said, the other night as i was stuck in a Hannah Montana traffic jam (carloads of preteens outside the arena), i sat trying my darndest to appreciate this poem. I listened intently as my AudioDharma teacher, after 46min. of solemn instruction offered "to end tonight i'd like to read you one of MY poems..."
THE HABIT OF TIME
What tense calls us night after summer night
Through the roses and jasmine spending themselves
In the cool copper air
Retina, stem, cerebrum
These ten tendencies shimmer and wink out
Habits of holding
Our home is the center
Of the bees winged flame
It opens the rose, the hip, the coming dark
okay, just a few thoughts i still need to let go of...
Unless you are a doctor or trying to be funny, no poem should contain the words retina, stem and or cerebrum
Our home is the center of the bees winged flame?... makes no sense whatsoever
…it opens the rose…the hip…now you’ve mixed plant and people parts...not good.
anyway, and it went on and on into the coming darkness.
hope you're having a Terrific Tuesday!
amanda cranky pants
Monday, December 10, 2007
a buddhist love poem

Interesting
This is a love poem between a Buddhist monk and a nun. The monk lived in a little hut in the woods. The nun, without a word, passed by every day on her way to the monastery. We don’t know if they ever “hooked up” but I for one hope they did.
Alternatively you might think of it as a beautiful poem about meeting love every day as if fresh and new.
A Buddhist love poem by Ryocan
With no mind blossoms invite the butterfly
With no mind the butterfly visits the blossoms
When the flower blooms the butterfly comes
When the butterfly comes the flower blooms
I do not know others
Others do not know me
Not knowing each other we naturally
Follow the way
Happy Monday.
amanda/the venerable amandala
**p.s.....the photo (above) and this link remind me that love takes many forms : ) nothin' says i love you more than a hotrod tribute!!! : ) : )
http://homepage.mac.com/amv12/iMovieTheater27.html
(for Windows)
http://web.mac.com/amv12/iWeb/Site/billhotrod.html
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
samples from mitty's chapbook

A Tribute to Fall
Sunbeams bath my perch
Birds still poop in the feeder
Snowy silence soon
Oh wrinkly raisin
Nestled deep in the carpet
Hidden gems of barf
Yellow leaves they fall
On grass still green yet crunchy
I like tuna treats!
Lily’s arms droop low
Off to sleep I fight it now
Offer her my cheese
Licking my toes clean
I smell cheese, cheese, cheese cheese cheese!
No worries about my butt
yeaaa, Mitty! (clap, clap, clap)
Happy Monday,
Amanda
Monday, December 3, 2007
do you hear what i hear

Good morning,
I've always enjoyed a good x-mas tune; however, i don't always understand them. For example, i hear the line "oh the fire is slowly dying and my dear is still good-bying..." (Let it Snow) and assume the "dear" is mildly "delayed." i get a full mental picture of an unfortunate soul standing flush on the doorstep repeatedly waving...waving...waving as the "Let it Snower" tries to make a "getaway" in the car...politely waving back...waving back... : )
In this light, today, i just have an x-mas tune i'd like to share..."Do You Hear What I Hear?" It's 1. a beautiful song sung by my friends Siena & Toast and 2. well, i "doctored" it a little : ) and 3. happy monday!...hope it's fun.
http://web.mac.com/amv12/iWeb/Site/do%20you%20hear.html
http://homepage.mac.com/amv12/iMovieTheater26.html
(for Windows)
a-lo
p.s. inspirational religious photo...i made this in CCD class...rotten baby jesus and mary peanut w/ stylized toilet paper veil! : )
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