A ha ha ha

from Shoeboxblog

February 28, 2009 Checking In

i am: having pancakes with a new friend tomorrow - life is good
i think: visiting butterflies in the middle of winter is a wonderfully calm and magical thing to do
i want: my women's group to start soon
i wish: i had enough money to be a benefactor
i miss: Dad and Tip, a lot this week
i feel: sorry that several members in the family are struggling
i hear: we are getting stimulus checks - show me the money!
i smell: Indian food, still, in the house - I cooked it on Wednesday!!
i crave: pretzels, as I'm now addicted to them
i search: for a job
i wonder: if I will be pregnant this year
i regret: not painting the rooms before we moved in - now it seems like SUCH a project
i love: my kitties Judy and O'Reilly - they bring such joy
i ache: in my joints lately
i am not: behind on the mortgage
i believe: things will eventually get better
i forget: what I did with the directions to IHOP...hmmm
i confuse: the days, months, and even the year lately!
i went to: the second grief support group meeting and it was helpful
i listen: to Randy Travis a lot lately
i need: to get my sleep patterns sorted out
i am happy about: knowing my father loved me
i hope: to do some freelance writing soon, and maybe have a column

~Ally

Rock-a-Bye Baby...

Wait a minute! Hillary's baby Haley is not supposed to be born yet! She's due in April. But momma is getting nervously close to having the baby. Was in the hospital with big-time contractions tonight. So if you are the praying type (or light-filled cosmic energy-channeling type...), send up a little love for Scott's daughter Hillary*, Baby Haley, and baby-daddy Dustie today. Little baby needs to cook a little longer. You've gonna plenty of time, honey bear. We'll wait.

Love, Grandma Honey

(a.k.a. Ally)

*here they are, in the third picture down

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi (1182-1226)

(picture from here)

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Something to Think About

I read a tip today on Confessions of a Wandering Soul:

  When you wake up in the morning, fill in the blank: 

  "My purpose is to _____ today."

Could change everything!

~Ally

[I think my purpose today was to give my heart to my grief support group, and I did. That feels good.]

It's Been A While

All from the darlings at Shoeboxblog.

Quote of the Day:
“Nothing good can come from telling your boss to ‘chillax’” - Russ




Alternative Transportation to Take to Work
* Rocket Powered Roller Skates by Acme
* Giant kite
* Smart Car’s relative, the average student car
* Human-sized hamster wheel
* Invisible jet (Wonder Woman only)
* World’s largest paper airplane
* Four cups of coffee and a pogo stick
* Hummer (Big, giant a-hole-who-doesn’t-care-about-his-kids’-future only)

Echo poem

This poem is my version of George Ella Lyon's.

This is a first draft...and it's less of a poem that could reach outsiders than it is a poem from the insides of me. Those who know me will get it. For those who don't, I may try to revise it and make a better poem of it one of these days.


Where I’m From
~Allison C. Snyder

I am from spice soup,
from Artists at Work Day and Anne’s figurines.
I am from worms in a coffee can.
(Black dirt, ground up leaves,
and instant multiplying.)
I am from the elephant ear leaves
the raspberry bushes
a blackberry tree at the end of DuBois
that stained the sidewalk and our toes.

I’m from piano lessons and ballet,
from Aunt Marge and Mrs. Schwaller.
I’m from the top five list makers
and the mother hens,
from Wear your turtleneck! and Keep your feet warm!
I’m from no we can’t have a creche,
we don’t believe in that.
But Christmas Eve we go to Congress Park Methodist.

I’m from Bass Lake,
homemade fireworks and fish fries.
From the sweaty hot kitchen – two feet too small –
to the cool oily water,
the jam-crammed family at every holiday.

Kneeling in the garden,
I helped mom pull carrots,
helped Dad water flowers.
Our back porch was a Barbie wonderland.
I’m from follow after Lauren –
wish to be like Karen –
perfect companions with Jake.


[Notes: Grew up in Illinois; went every summer to our lake cottage on Bass Lake in Indiana with the whole family. Grew up with my cousins, Karen and Jake, and saw them all the time. I have one older sister Lauren.] 2.23.09

~Ally