09/18/07 9:06PM
Ok, so after 2ish months on pleonast, I'm moving to blogspot. Here's where I'll be:
http://www.kmbailey.blogspot.com/
http://www.kmbailey.blogspot.com/
09/11/07 10:23PM
While procrstinating typing microbiology notes, I stumbled onto a Jane Austen site that has a couple of great pictures:
http://www.pemberley.com/photos/other/apology.jpg
http://www.pemberley.com/photos/other/apology2.jpg
http://www.pemberley.com/photos/other/apology.jpg
http://www.pemberley.com/photos/other/apology2.jpg
Thankfulness
One of the things that I am attempting to teach the toddlers at church this quarter is that we thank God for what He has given us. Here are some things that I am thankful for today:
1. Football season. This morning my mom asked me to do something tomorrow that I'd rather not, but on the way to school the Auburn fight song came on and it made me happy :-)
2. The breeze that smelled like the beach today
3. Answered prayers
4. My excellent family
5. Friends who are smarter than I am
6. Peanut Butter & Co. Dark Chocolate Dreams Peanut Butter
1. Football season. This morning my mom asked me to do something tomorrow that I'd rather not, but on the way to school the Auburn fight song came on and it made me happy :-)
2. The breeze that smelled like the beach today
3. Answered prayers
4. My excellent family
5. Friends who are smarter than I am
6. Peanut Butter & Co. Dark Chocolate Dreams Peanut Butter
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mmm..#6 sounds good! is it really like in the jar peanut butter or is it a candy? -
I didn't know that you had set up an account. I haven't really used Pleonast in a while though. -
the peanut butter is in a jar. wal-mart has it & a white chocolate variety that i haven't tried yet.
Great thoughts from Bob Dylan
Every Grain of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Copyright © 1981 Special Rider Music
This is one of my all time favorite songs. It's a great one to remind me of where my focus should be. Hope you enjoyed it!
~KB
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Copyright © 1981 Special Rider Music
This is one of my all time favorite songs. It's a great one to remind me of where my focus should be. Hope you enjoyed it!
~KB
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Hey Katie! What is your e-mail address? I do not have the Auburn one anymore. Do you have my current one? stacy.andrews@gmail.com -
I think that's probably very good advice. I tell you what Dion and I had some folks really rake us over the coals. It took me a couple of days to pick myself up from it. I'm not really sure what the intentions were, but I'm going to remain in the stance that they were trying to be helpful. :)
Allison Hall
Stacy Andrews
Will Stevenson
Erin Dyle
Laura Benton
Kathryn Baggett
Stacy Ellis
Andrea Cason
Martha Davis