funny news headlines

So last night i was reading the burlington free press online and one of the headlines of the newspaper was Bad math forces Ed Department to correct list of low-achieving schools...does anyone else think that it is too ironic? it is one of those headlines that you would expect to see on the David Letterman show in the top ten funniest headlines... I saw this and i had to crack a smile.

i miss....

i miss the way you used to touch me, i miss the way you used to make me smile, i miss the way you used to make me laugh, i miss the way you used to make me feel special, i miss the way you used to look at me, but most of all i miss you...

BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!!!!

ok so i just got the best present ever yesterday. it was from my dad. all growing up, my dad and i would spend alot of time listening to Les Miserables together and when i was in 8th grade, my mother took me and my best friend Caitlin Harder to see it on Broadway. it has since ended its run on broadway and just yesterday my dad gave me a mounted poster from the play along with a souvenir brochure and Synopsis and the cds of the mjusic. i am in heaven...i am exstatic i love it so much and could not have asked for a more sentimental, thoughful gift...

thanks dad, i love you

funny things

oh so my daughter ( who is going to be 3 in 9 days, yikes!) has started saying things like “if you want to give me……(followed by whatever she wants,) that’s ok mommy.” it is so cute.she also thinks that everything that she wants is a must have and she just NEEDS to have it.

she has also been getting herself dressed in the morning and coming up with some outrageous outfits like a striped shirt with flower pants and things like that.

she has also started to dress her stuffed animals in her clothes and gets mad when they don’t fit them properly.

All nighters

i remember when i was like early teens, i could stay up all night no problem and be ready to hit the ground running when the sun came up, now i'm ready to hit the pillow snoring when the sun comes up. it is amazing how quickly that can change. I remember having sleep-overs and thinking that it is so cool to stay up all night, now i think otherwise, but sometimes it is the only time that i truly get for me.

Savannah Lyn Corse

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This is my little angel

Poems from my childhood

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.