Ode To The Silent People*

Silence is often misunderstood,

 but never misquoted.

I saw this quote on a church marquee today as the youngest and I were driving and thought to myself, "Truer words have never been spoken." I feel like I've been misunderstood most of my life. People often don't quite know how to take someone who is...

QUIET.

So, for all you talkative people, let me fill you in on the quiet people and what we are thinking most of the time,

"While you are busy TALKING just to hear yourself TALK, we are the ones stuck LISTENING wishing you would just SHUT UP."

Yeah. I just wanted to see what it would feel like to put those words to print.

Gotta say, it felt pretty darn good.

All joking aside, however, don't be so quick to knock the quiet people. We're not snobbish or stand-offish or whatever-ish you might try to label us with on any given day. Sometimes, and there really are those times, we would LIKE to say something, but feel like it would be rude to interrupt or turn the attention on ourselves. Sometimes, and there are many a time, we actually do TRY to say something and you run us over with your own words like we didn't even say anything at all and, for the record, there's nothing worse for a quiet person than to finally work up the nerve to say something only to not be heard at all.

But anyway. Quiet people listen. You talking people evidently need that. So really, when you look at it that way, together we make the world go 'round. Besides, sooner or later you always end up asking us what we think...

And for those thirty seconds, we shine. =)



*not the true definition of an ode, I know, but I like how it sounds. 

Yep. It's A Goat.

I don't often post pictures of the young'uns for a variety of obvious reasons, but sometimes a picture says so much more than the so-called thousand words. Especially in the life of teenage daughters.

She is so sweet. So moody. So much like me. And she's growing up way too fast. The clock never stops when you wish it would.

Of the many things in my life that I do not regret, being a stay-at-home mom surviving on one income, hamburger helper, and antenna tv ranks right up there at the top. It's not for everyone, I know, and there were spurts of temp work sprinkled in those years that were necessary for one reason or another. But now that the kids are practically grown and I work full time and suppers at the dinner table are becoming more and more rare, I've come to appreciate- truly appreciate, the laughter.

Which is why I love this picture so much.

To hear my kids laugh is one thing, maybe the very thing, I would miss the most if my sense of hearing ever faded.

The sound of a voice can be comforting.

The song of a bird can be reassuring.

But the sound of laughter?

Pure inspiration.

We really should laugh more.

I Put The Hilarious In The Knock-Knock

Mrs. Angela, tell me a joke to make me laugh.

Tough challenge from a kid giving you a dead-serious glare, but a kid-kinda-challenge is my line of work. I'm up for anything to break up the monotony of a work day.

First attempt.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Isaiah.
Isaiah who?
Isaiah (I say a) prayer every morning.

Nothing. Notta. Smile not found.

Second attempt.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?

(repeat a gazillion times)

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange (like aren't ya) glad I didn't say banana?

Score! Success. Huge smile combined with a you-are-kinda-crazy look.

Ahhh. Just the response I was expecting.

Hey, I'm a big hit when the audience is seven and under. =)