Why not give it a try?

I just wanted to check in. I have nothing to say at this point or time in my life. I'm wondering what I will eat for lunch today. Or should I save my appetite for dinner tonight? I'm cold here at work and I want to go shopping at Super Wal-Mart after I leave here. Not much to me, I guess. But I did read an awesome poem by Longfellow last night. I'm going to find it online so I can quote it correct.



"The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the villageGleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes o'er meThat my soul cannot resist:A feeling of sadness and longing,That is not akin to pain,And resembles sorrow onlyAs the mist resembles the rain.Come, read to me some poem,Some simple and heartfelt lay,That shall soothe this restless feeling,And banish the thoughts of day.Not from the grand old masters,Not from the bards sublime,Whose distant footsteps echoThrough the corridors of Time.For, like strains of martial music,Their mighty thoughts suggestLife's endless toil and endeavor;And to-night I long for rest.Read from some humbler poet,Whose songs gushed from his heart,As showers from the clouds of summer,Or tears from the eyelids start;Who, through long days of labor,And nights devoid of ease,Still heard in his soul the musicOf wonderful melodies.Such songs have power to quietThe restless pulse of care,And come like the benedictionThat follows after prayer.Then read from the treasured volumeThe poem of thy choice,And lend to the rhyme of the poetThe beauty of thy voice.And the night shall be filled with musicAnd the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,And as silently steal away."

This isn't good, I didn't mean to distort it when I copied and pasted it to my blog. It's form is everything and now it doesn't even look like a poem. Bummer. I'll fix this later.

N'ERR!

Okay,
Really quick, I just wanted to add that I've been so spacy lately that I'm actually making up words and not noticing at first. The other day I was driving home through the St. Louis traffic. I hadn't had the most organized of days, and I actually thought, "Today is not my most sheveled day." ......SHEVELED? Yeah, I'm as sheveled as I am gruntled at work. Then I start asking why not. Why not sheveled? Why must my life always be so disheveled? I'm going to start getting more shevel in my life. I'm going to stop hoarding and holding on so dearly to all my junk. Now, the only trick is to see if I can get my husband on board with me. Oh, and we're both going to read more books and critique them on my blog. I stole that idea from my sister's blog.

On another note: Things we hate our managers/bosses at work to say:

• Moving Forward
• This is critical
• This is top priority
• We just need to get all our ducks in a row
• We really need to really be working on getting that Customer Service right
• The cost of cheese went up 15 cents this week

My husband and I work for the same company. The VP and Director of Operations never stepped foot into college. I'm not sure they even made it to the end of High School. Im willing to bet they never done been to English class anyway. The whole company is kind of a joke, really. But it's kinda entertaining sometimes, for that very reason.