Selective Sanity

3 Little Pigs

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Sat, 05 Jan 2019 17:23:00 +0000

Soulness

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Fri, 04 Jan 2019 22:47:00 +0000

The part of me that loves you
Is bigger than the part that needs to run
My heart makes me stay so I know you’re the one
I wish I was perfect
I wish you were too
Together we’re perfect
Please know I need you <3

-Selective Sanity 2019

It Hurts Inside

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Thu, 03 Jan 2019 13:04:00 +0000

Pain is terrible when it hurts inside
It steals our hearts and souls
It makes us feel like we want to scream out loud,
But we hold it in
And it feels worse
It stays bottled up inside
Until you let it out
And it feels as though a great weight has been lifted off your chest
And then you're free
Free of the hurt and the pain

-Selective Sanity Grade 7

Do's and Don'ts

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Thu, 03 Jan 2019 12:50:00 +0000

Tidy your bedroom,
Scrub the floor,
Finish the laundry,
Close the door

Don't watch TV
Don't hit your brother
Don't get in the way
Don't bug your mother

All these do's and don'ts there are,
Don't you think we've gone too far?

Don't wear that hat,
Go answer the door,
Don't play that game,
Go sweep the floor

If I hear these do's and don't once more
I think I just might hit the floor

-Selective Sanity Grade 7

Helpless

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Thu, 03 Jan 2019 12:43:00 +0000

A man with no shirt, no shoes
Lay in the snow for an afternoon snooze
Later on in that same day
That poor man just passed away
Worn from the weather he was taken away
Never to see light of another day
I cried hard it's safe to say
He went to Heaven I hope; I pray
Just from the way it hurt inside
I cried and cried and cried and cried
I pray to God that he's alright
That God will always keep him in sight
But 'till then I will not fight
Some day I will see him, I might

-Selective Sanity Grade 6

Life

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Thu, 03 Jan 2019 12:39:00 +0000

Life flies by,
Where does it go?
Through the winter cold, and snow
Through the summer days so hot
Past the August leaves, why not?
Life flies by without any meaning
In which direction are we leaning?
I wish someone would give me a clue
'Cause now I don't know what to do!

-Selective Sanity Grade 7

The Truth Untold

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Thu, 03 Jan 2019 00:29:00 +0000

You tell me to go away
Than don't let me go
You tell me to do something
Then you say no
I try so hard to be what you want
Nothing is good enough,
Still you must taunt
I get good grades, make my own money
I show you I'm proud, you think it's funny
You don't like my friends
Your don't like me
Sometimes you say you do, that's not what I see
I want to leave so bad that it hurts
The way I see it, it can only get worse
You point out the bad things
Never the good
You dwell on the bad things
I don't think you should
You tease me so much I cry every night
When you start to talk; I fill with fright
You tell me I'm fat, ugly, and dumb
I start to wonder what I've become
I ask around
People say it's not true
They say
The one with the problem is you
I look in the mirror to see if it's me
I still can't decide what I see

-Selective Sanity Grade 8

Ocean of Blackness

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 01 Jan 2019 15:46:00 +0000

Tears fall while laughter rises
like waves in the ocean
All is dark
Blackness consumes
She laughs
Her pain doesn't hurt anymore
She can't see past the sadness
She feels the monster within her
She cries
like the waves hitting the rocks
on the shore that is her mind
She cannot dream
Her mind is a puzzle
Jumbled up and broken
When put together is thought to
be beautiful
They laugh
She cries
She's gone
FOREVER

-Selective Sanity Grade 9

Late One Night

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Sat, 29 Dec 2018 11:27:00 +0000

Late one night the phone rang,

I wondered, who could it be?

But that was a stupid thought

Because I knew for a fact it was she

She always told me her problems,

And then laid her problems on me

Tonight she had a big one,

As you will very soon see

I picked up the phone,

"Hello?" I said

Although it made me wonder

Why she was not in bed

"I really hope you can help me,

My heart is really torn

I broke up with my boyfriend,

I wish I was never born!"

"I'm sorry," I said, "It isn't my problem,

It's something that I can't mend

I really cannot help you

You and your ex boyfriend"

I don't know you at all

If you're short, fat, or tall

I don't know what you look like,

Why do you always call?"

To this she did reply,

"I call because I want to."

And than she started to cry

She hung up on me then

And she never called again

-Selective Sanity Grade 6

Through the Window

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Fri, 28 Dec 2018 23:44:00 +0000

I'm looking through the window,
Walking out the door
There are children playing,
All of them ignore
I go back in the house,
Sit down on the floor,
And watch out the window,
As down the road they soar

-Selective Sanity Grade 6

Sometimes Sickness Is Worse Than Death

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 18 Dec 2018 16:49:00 +0000

He still lives on, but not his soul
It's sold to sickness, we can't console
When we remember how it used to be,
We can't help but cry out for mercy
The smiles are gone, the good times too
They're replaced with sickness, coughs, and flu
Some days we think it'll be OK
Then a new worry strikes every day
A real bad cough, a pain or two
There's nothing anyone can do

It fills our hearts with sorrow,
to see him like this now
Sometimes he pretends there's nothing wrong
We really wonder how
We try to stretch the good times out,
to turn pain into comfort
But in our hearts, it's impossible to take away the hurt
We love you now, we always will
I Love You,
Love Your Granddaughter Mel

-Selective Sanity Grade 7

Hypocritical

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 18 Dec 2018 15:08:00 +0000

Be careful how you see your life
The good times are a lie
Only you can change this
You're lucky when you die
They'll say they'll try to help you
He'll say he's always there
When you really need them
You won't find them anywhere
No, I don't want sympathy
No, I don't want tea
All I want's to be left alone
So I can live my life as ME

-Selective Sanity Grade 10

Do Wishes Really Come True?

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 18 Dec 2018 15:03:00 +0000

As I stared out the window
I thought,
Do wishes really come true?
I remembered all the times when I'd wished upon a star
Did those wishes come true?
The first wish...
no,
the third wish...
no,
Or did they?

-Selective Sanity Grade 7

Motherhood is.....

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Fri, 01 Jan 2016 05:00:00 +0000

My friend Papaya Mom introduced me to the MommaBlogga website. Jordan from MommaBlogga hosts group writing projects, so I thought what better way to get better at writing then to enter? Want to enter? You can Enter Here!

Moday's blog is Motherhood is/means to me..

Where do I even begin with this statement?

Motherhood is graham cracker kisses, hugs around the neck, tiny feet and belly laughs. It's knowing full well that a piece of your heart is walking around outside of your body and trying to hold on to that piece and keep it near you for as long as possible.

It means sticky fingers, handprints on the walls and crayon artwork where it doesn't belong. Car seats, diapers, potty training and Elmo DVD's. It can mean loving your husband/partner even more because of the knowledge that he helped create this wonderful little person.

Motherhood is stretch marks, 3am feedings and saggy boobs. It's realizing you're totally out of the loop and SO much less cool than you used to think you were.

Most of all, Motherhood means that your life is changed forever. Not for the weak or the faint of heart, motherhood is the most important job you will ever be blessed to have. It's 24/7, 365 days a year and though there are no sick days or vacation time alotted you will be paid full well in 'I Love You, Mom's,' macaroni artwork and toothless baby grins.

Rollin'

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 15:01:00 +0000

A good part of every day is spent riding in the car.......

How to make cruisin' with your friends fun for the whole family....

All the minors are in the back seat! (Haha Hollie <3)

Johnny Napam from GHIII?

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 17:38:00 +0000

Yup, that's my boy! The coolest 4 year old I know... We were shaving his head and he decided he wanted to look like his favourite Guitar Hero. Don't worry, the red gel rinsed right out....

Don't work too hard, no one will notice anyways...

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:00:00 +0000

The last line of this article stuck out at me-I know many people (one in particular) who work their butts off, never call in sick, don't take vacation and still don't seem to get enough recognition for being a hard, dedicated worker. Oh, the sad reality of the message behind this article...

Remembering My Beautiful Sasha

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Taking a moment to remember an old best friend...

Oh my baby how I miss you! I will never forget the 8 years that I had with my 'poo-poo.' I don't know how you ended up with that nickname but it stuck and you loved it :) I still remember the day we picked you up, 6 months old, from those poor excuses for humans who had beaten you into a cowering mess of a puppy. I instantly loved you.

You were there for me when no one else was. Truth be told you were a bad dog, and probably still are, but you were a loyal, kind hearted and loving creature. You changed my opinion of pitbulls forever.
Truth is your faults are all a direct result of your loving nature. You loved me, your Mommy, so much that you just couldn't bear it when I left you. You chewed up flooring, fences and door frames. You destroyed the inside of my van, couches and carpets. Oh Sasha I would have kept you forever if I could and it breaks my heart that I gave you away. If I were a home owner I would put up with your naughty behaviour forever but, we are renters and my babies need a place to call home; we can't get evicted because of a dog.

I've never met a dog who picks up 1 day old kittens ever so carefully and licks them as if they were her pups. You always knew when I was sad and came to put a reassuring paw in my lap. We went to months of obedience training together. You came with me to dinners with family, to friends places to visit and even came with me to work. You were there when I got engaged, married, and travelled with us across the country. You were always my brave protector and when my babies were born you loved them too. Never have I seen a dog more gentle with children. Oh how you loved my babies! They could play right in your food dish while you were eating and you ever so patiently stepped back and waited for them to get out of the way.

Do I ever feel guilty. Sasha I am sorry and I feel I've let you down. I pray that you are in a wonderful home with a new Mommy who has all the time in the world for you. Maybe she spends so much time with you that she will cure you of this 'seperation anxiety.'

Watching over us and protecting us with his angel's wings

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 19:27:00 +0000

When I think of my Grampa I think of his red plaid hat. I've never seen anyone else where one like it but it just sort of suited him. I think of fishing, going for drives and watching Coronation street. He loved war films, playing pool and taking me to the place he grew up to pick apples in the orchard. When I spent the night at my grandparents' house he would always make breakfast for me and my Nan in the morning. He was always laughing and smiling and he made the best rice pudding ever!!! Being the only granddaughter on my dad's side I was more than a little spoiled by my grandparents, I even had my own room at their house ;)

This morning just after 3am my Grampa got his wings. This is especially hard for me because I live half the country away and don't have the means to make it home to be with my family. I am hurting and longing to be with my Nan and my father and brother. What a great man our family was blessed to have.

I am taking today to remember him, as he was before he got sick. Such a gentle kind hearted man. I looked forward to spending (almost) every weekend with my Nanny and Grampa when I was a little girl. Those almost weekly visits continued for years. When I was in college I would visit them at least once a week on my lunch period or when I had a spare. Their house is on College cres, so it wasn't far to go :)

After my son was born I flew home so he could meet my family. My grampa had already suffered a few strokes among other things but his face lit up when he saw me and he had the biggest smile when he held his great grandson for the first time.

This past June I flew home again and he got to meet his great grand daughter. By this point he was already living out his days in the hospital, but none the less he smiled at my babies and managed to tell me with the few words he had that my babies were sweet. It was so hard to see him like that, all frail in a hospital room but I am glad I was able to see him that one last time.

Goodbye Grampa Howie, I love you. I just know that you have left your pain behind and are now fishing in the sky. (...and I bet you're wearing a red plaid Scottish hat!)

Goodbye Sasha...

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:12:00 +0000

Today was hard. I had to give up a best friend. Mr.Magoo said to me this afternoon. 'Mommy, I'm sad.' Even at 2 years old he knows the value of a good friend :) We took Sasha for a ride in the van (she loves van rides) and then for a run at the park. While we were there I took some pictures of our beloved pet, whom I will never, ever forget. Isn't she beautiful? Enjoy...

Waiting for the Calm after the Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 03:16:00 +0000

Life has handed me a lot of crap. I don't mean to sound like a 'woe is me' kind of girl but I've sure been delt my fair share of shit in 25 years. A mother who doesn't care, a brother who's GOT to be mentally ill, a lying jerk of a husband, alcoholic father, backstabbing friends. You name it I've been there.

All I want and ever wanted is normalacy. I don't want much. A little house and a car that runs. Beautiful children (thank you God for answering this prayer) A devoted husband that loves me. I'm not a bad or mean person (I don't think) I try to do what's right, I try to be honest and I do my best to be a good mother.

I know amidst crisis and confusion it's hard to see that eventually everything will be ok. I am searching for that. I know I will be ok but I don't want to just be OK. I want to be happy. And I'm determined that one day I will be. I deserve to be happy. I need to keep telling myself this because the more shit that flies my way the more I wonder what I must have done that is so terrible that I deserve this.

If you read this through you probably have no clue exactly what I am talking about. That's ok. I'm just asking for prayers and kind thoughts and I get past this trying time in my life. I need to stay happy and strong for my kids. They are all that matter right now.

Tired Tuesday

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 16:48:00 +0000

This morning while on a message board I frequent, me and fellow mommies were comparing our morning. I was surprised when I was reading the lists of what us Mommas get accomplished every morning. It all seems routine but when you write it all down it's unbelievable to me! Take my morning for example:

Got up at 7am because I heard Mr.Magoo in the kitchen banging his spoon against the table.
Poured milk into the dry cereal he was eating (I set it out the night before) and gave him a cup of milk (from the fridge also prepared last night)
Peed
Got Miss M up, put her in highchair with sippy and poured a teeny bit of milk into her shreddies.
made coffee
gave kids their vitamins, Mr.Magoo his puffer
fed the dog
ate bowl of special K
fed M a yogurt
changed Mr Magoo's pullup, got him dressed
let the dog out
had a coffee
checked my email
packed bottle and bag for daycare
talked on the phone to my best friend for about 45 minutes (while doing other things)
did dishes
cleaned up 3 cans of pop that exploded when M took them out of the case and threw them on the floor
Mopped the floor
cleaned the pop off walls
washed pop off M
changed M's diaper
got her dressed
washed face and did makeup
got the kids ready to go
had to come back in to change one more poop
took kids to daycare
got to work at 9:30am
watered the plants
checked email
did a bank reconciliation

I am now enjoying a nice relaxing coffee and reading message boards!

Compared to my husbands morning:

Rolled out of bed when the alarm went off
farted
shit, shower, shave
grab lunch out of the fridge
go to work

Men think they have it so tough!

TMI Tuesdays - This was too funny not to share!

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 04:27:00 +0000

OK So it's not really TMI but I laughed so hard! Now I know it's not nice to laugh at other people's misfortunes but the way they kept playing it over and over... Oh man I'm crying here....

Self Portrait Saturday

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 04:02:00 +0000

Self portrait saturday is about self expression and exploration. The idea is each saturday you post a self portrait on your blog, give a brief explanation of the picture - you may include your state of mind, what you were trying to do, technical information about the image etc. Link back to the list of other SPT people - thus enabling everyone to share and explore each others self portrait experience.

OK, so I stole this idea and text from the self portrait tuesday blog, but hey when there's a good idea out there it deserves to be copied!

I took this photo in June of this year, while my family was camping for the weekend at a nearby lake. Obviously my feet are the big ugly ones :) What is it about having a baby that makes feet all the sudden interesting and seemingly photogenic? I remember when my son was a couple weeks old being fascinated with how cute his teeny little feet were and taking dozens of pictures of them! Lots which I printed, scrapbooked and even framed. The trend carried on with my baby girl and I couldn't resist taking a picture of our 6 sandy feet at the beach that day.

noreply@blogger.com (Selective Sanity) — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 14:24:00 +0000