I went for a walk this morning
And when I look toward the mountains
I feel as though I am living inside of a painting.

The doctor told the family that their precious girl had a 5% chance.
So the son turned to his parents and said,
"5% to God is like the Grand Canyon."

I've got to remember not to sweat the small stuff
but sometimes it feels like the small stuff is all we can control.

She's lying on the operating table fighting for her life...
And I'm wondering where I am going to store all of my books when I move...

somehow feeling lonely tonight - maybe it was the movie...and watching a boy chase an airplane....

Dogs are just like people. . .
They like to roll around in everyone else's shit.

(Thanks Tommy!)

She looked at the painting and wrote:
Your work continues to grow and become more beautiful with each passing day

"Thank you," he replied, "and so do you."

When she was young she put on her mother's clothes
And pretended she was an actress
And performed for the thousands of reflections of herself
She could see in the mirrors hung in her parent's bedroom

Now she plays upon the stage
Of the drama called Life
And pretends she's not

When she was young she used to play with crayolas and paint and popsicle sticks
And draw outside the lines
And display her work on the Refrigerator Museum of Art
And pretend she was an artist

Now she scribbles and doodles on her to do list
And pretends she's not.

"You are more of a friend than I think my actions show," he wrote.
She replied:
"Your actions do show me that you feel I am a faithful friend.
I don't require that we 'do' much to prove our friendship
All I require is that you give unconditional love
And you have always done that.
That is great enough action for me."

The sign on the thermostat read:
"Thermostat is sensitive. Please do not disturb."

She looked around and didn't see anyone
So she turned to the thermostat with a smile and said,
"Your mother buys your clothes!"

He wrote her about the message he received:
"I hate you and never want to speak with you again."

Welcome to the roller coaster of relationships, she replied
Remember, you can choose to get off the ride whenever you like...

"That's pretty," he said.
And she knew
That no matter how you combined six letters,
they could never express what she saw.

And the sun, over her right shoulder, agreed.

"Thinking about the meaning of life?," he asked as I stared out at the Rockies.
"Why would I be thinking about it," I replied, "when I can see it..."

He said he had a few blonde moments;
Only they happened to last 9 months...

He said he would be working his butt off
And she wondered why he would want to
get rid of a perfectly good butt
And how he would manage to sit...

She said she was "wide open" for the upcoming week
And she wondered if she was saying she was available...
or if she meant she would be an open wound...

Maybe you and I could step into a pea green boat and sail away (that's what the owl and the pussycat did)
Or we could sail off in a wooden shoe on a river of crystal light, into a sea of dew (like Wynken, Blynken and Nod did)
Or maybe we could borrow Harold's purple crayon to see what world we'd draw ourselves into.

So if you happen to have a pea green boat, or a wooden shoe big enough for two, or a purple crayon that's ready to draw...

just let me know.

I shared with him that sometimes I just feel like a little child
that wants to be held for a few hours and rocked back and forth and told “Shhh, it's ok, everything’s going to be alright.”
and he said “Me too.”

"Everyone comes with their own pile of poop", she said.
"You just have to decide which pile you're willing to play in."

She kept spilling her guts all over the place
And wondered why she was waiting for someone else to clean them up.