Write Me Up

Official writing with some random thoughts

Listing December 14, 2015

1. I am now about seven months pregnant, and the best word I can find to describe pregnancy in general is “weird”. 

2. It is almost Christmas and by next Christmas I will have a kid probably walking around. 

3. I want to take way more amazing pictures of where I live, because the landscape here is like a fairy tale and more people need to see it. 

4. I love Instagram for its artists and I kind of hate Facebook, but it is so darn convenient for staying in touch with people. 

5. I’m not super into shopping for baby stuff, because, well I don’t really care that much about what stuff looks like. Clothes and things are adorable but I really don’t have much preference as far as other stuff goes. 

6. Descriptions for breast pumps are really awkward and specific. 

7. I really wish I could wear stretchy pants and sweatshirts 24/7, but I work at a school, so…..that’s not gonna happen. 

8. Maternity clothes are overrated. We should just go back to big, baggy tunics, medieval style. So much more comfortable. 

9. I really want to see what my girl looks like, because she is so incredibly active and I just know she is making some crazy faces in there. 

10. This list was way longer than I expected. 

11. Here is a picture.

  

 

Wednesday is for poets: Christmas edition! December 19, 2012

I realized this Christmas season that I really like the song “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day”. And then I found out that it is based on the poem “Christmas Bells” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Here you go!

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on the earth, good-will to men.”