new guy..

meet my new friend.. 

he has no name yet.

(any suggestions?)
i cant wait to take him out and play with him

hes got a bunch of new tricks 

and whatnot

 i cant wait to learn them and try them out!

home made crayons

so the natives decided to make something for the youngest 

i suggested home made crayons 

they jumped at the idea! hehe

"how do we do it?...will they still color?"

always with the questions my natives..

i told them it was easy and yes they would still color!

i set them down in front of the giant plastic tub that holds our crayons

i said now just start peeling! haha

we used all the broken bits and old crayons

peeled them of their wrappers and filled the molds with them

i turned the oven to about 320*

and we put them in on a baking sheet and watched them melt

took about 10-15 min.

i stirred them up a bit with toothpick

to make sure they were melted through

and to even the colors out a bit

we let them dry and the next morning

popped them out! 

yay gorgeous lovely tree shaped crayons!

tada!

tiny storms

trying to remain wide eyed

while the sands of time blow toward me

try to remain unscathed unhurt

while i dodge the sharp words that are thrown

tried to remain untouched 

after things have grabbed onto me

and here i sit wondering what effect these tiny storms will take on me

um...

theres nothing i can say today
nothing about this day today
just blah and *sigh* and go away
theres nothing more that i can say

still in motion..

theres more here then i can see

what and where

and lucky me

and why oh why

who knows 

dont ask

just be glad

smile

bask

in all the things you were given

all the things that now are

and be thankful for new

and for healing scars

and be hopeful for future

when no one else will

and be strong for you all

when your moving up hill

traveler...

standing on the roadside

walking dont know where

taking tiny baby steps

cant see past the glare

but then i hear a car pass

and another and one more

and then i hear one stop

and open up its door

and there i stand

in confusion

why did you stop here

dont you see my baggage

dont you even care

i feel the warmth and welcome

the urge to get inside

but who is this im going with

on this adventurous ride

tightrope

i fell through my safety net

there was a big tear

i broke just  a bit

it doesnt seem fair

and i bled out emotions

all over the floor

and i keep slipping up on them

as i head for the door

but ill climb back up 

with a new net in place

just a bit gun shy

scared to fall on my face

and ill walk oh so carefully

as i try to heal

and pray that this new net

is as strong as it feels