Breathing Again

Soft blue, all around
sun dazzling in the sky
Where is this place, I have found
with soft grass on which I lie

As i sit myself up and breathe in deep
I take in the sweet smell of new life
My heart feels lighter then its ever been
someone's wiped away the strife

Of dreams not reached, heartaches many
my soul aching with each blow
The strife of perhaps a separate life
seems so far away, so long ago

No, I won't let my mind wander there
I happily embrace the sudden peace
The hope and joy and endless love
that lingers on the breeze

What is that sound, that splendid sound
floating to my ear
I close my eyes to concentrate
yes, i know the voice i hear

Then he's there beside me
sliding his hands into mine
I open my eyes and see his smile
and know all will be fine

No words are spoke yet I hear his voice
speaking to my soul
"Rest here with me, a little while
until its time to go."

I want to worry about having to leave
but my mind remains at ease
I lay my head upon his shoulder
as my heart floats in tranquility

It could've been days, years, centuries
that i remained in that state of bliss
Til suddenly, he hugged me close
and gave my cheek a kiss

I then awoke alone in bed
to singing birds and the morning glow
Had it all been just a dream, a sweet vision?
no, it'd all been real, I just know

My heart was still light, old pains gone
nothing left to fear
For I knew now, even when he's gone
to my heart he's always near.

4/29/09

Letter's From the Editor #1

Dear UPS guy, when you lost my pkg last month we made a deal, I would give you one more chance and you would always wear those cute brown shorts. Yet today you did not... and no, I don't care that its snowing, a deal is a deal.

Regards, Amanda.

"Slap me, I'm an April Fool"

Its April Fools... possibly my least favorite day of the year. Its the national holiday for all those simpletons who lack a true funny bone. The ones who don't always get the joke the first time, who don't pick up on it when you're being sarcastic, who spend a lot of time looking at me (the smart ass) with rather blank stares. Yes, these humor challenged individuals soak up this one day a year to attempt to pull off 'funny'. Bless their little hearts.

Often they've started skillfully planning weeks in advance for this day. Like the year a coworker of mine diligently practiced a fake accent for months just so he could spend a whole 45 seconds pranking me on the phone. So precious.

Yea, I'm required to keep a face of encouragement to these awkward creatures. Meaning my entire April 1st is spent forcing at least a few half smiles and a handful of a "wow, you sure got me with that whoopee cushion" type of comments. Its like watching in pain as the Special Olympics' kids compete against the pros. (insert shout out to Obama here)

Sure, I often wish that when one of these goons walks up to me to tell a joke (then very unskillfully check the post it note 'hidden' in their hand for the punch line) well I wish I could just stare at them blankly and walk away without any acknowledgment of their painful attempt at humor. But I just can't. After all, I suppose I could give them one day of the year considering they are my, albeit often unwilling, audience the other 364 days of the year. Yes, I think next year I should even get them all t-shirts to commemorate their special day of being 'funny'. Perhaps florescent pink shirts with a catchy slogan like "Slap me, Im an April Fool!!!"

~ Amanda (aka Smartass McGee)