Monday 10.5
Ana home from hospital 11:46
11:47 --> 12:20 Eating (Nursing)
Today I start this journal for mommy and Sara. Today Ana is officially released from the hospital. They came home on the sixth, but if the doctor had his way it would have been today. Lucky He didn't for NATO bombed the hospital on the seventh at the time when Ana and I would be walking around. Anyways this journal has started and we'll see how it develops!
12:20 --> 12:21 Sara Dreaming
12:21 --> 12:27 Dad burping (no burp)
12:27 --> 12:42 Sara sleeping
12:42 --> Our wonderful daughter enters her third week and seems to be sleeping once again after seeing mommy for a second
Friday, June 25, 2010
Rain Falls
When you watch it go down
And at the end of the ride
Things seem better left unsaid
The end of my conversation
And the beginning our discussion
Watch the rain fall
See the stars die
Turn off for awhile your light
And look awhile another?
Live the rain falls
There is no time to the end
Not yet here
The seeds have been scattered
So you pick your times
They have not need wasted
When glanced a second time
The first philosophies seem
to have forgot about they're
Children and their Children
Your mind grows up with your body
And together learn only end
The road has its own ideal road
For you to find if only half the time
For then it doesn't matter
You are there and it's ok
Nothing to maintain or defend
None of your worries of concern
No one to blame
Nothing and No one to fault
These times your way is straight
For when you are small the
heart holds your will to live
The brain and you intellect
they all talk about, can do nothing
for her will is gods love
The only perfection we have
Everything else is an adaptation
And at the end of the ride
Things seem better left unsaid
The end of my conversation
And the beginning our discussion
Watch the rain fall
See the stars die
Turn off for awhile your light
And look awhile another?
Live the rain falls
There is no time to the end
Not yet here
The seeds have been scattered
So you pick your times
They have not need wasted
When glanced a second time
The first philosophies seem
to have forgot about they're
Children and their Children
Your mind grows up with your body
And together learn only end
The road has its own ideal road
For you to find if only half the time
For then it doesn't matter
You are there and it's ok
Nothing to maintain or defend
None of your worries of concern
No one to blame
Nothing and No one to fault
These times your way is straight
For when you are small the
heart holds your will to live
The brain and you intellect
they all talk about, can do nothing
for her will is gods love
The only perfection we have
Everything else is an adaptation
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Simple
Simple is happy. Happy is simple. Complex is chaos. Chaos has order. Order is simple. Simple is happy.
When I came round it was still the war on poverty
Now for my children the war on terror
There is order poverty cold terror
Complex chaos builds institutions across generations
It was a war on relative poverty
It is a war on relative terror
We believed the cold war was important
We lost our threads of humanity
My grandma died in the cold war
They had to build weapons it was our priority
We now know the treatment that was required
They had time but were not given the resources
Order has priorities
There are new secrets every day
New research say people 50 are the happiest
Same research has no idea why
These are relative statistics
but there is no war in them
Poverty is there to guide us, not to go with to war
Terror to comfort, a simple hard truth
Simple is happy
happy simple
Lyndon wished war an answer
but war is fog chaos
Complex is chaos
Chaos has order, we make truth hard
Don't need to solve the problems of the world
The world we have
The jobs we don't want we can usually do the best
What we know best we always see the flaws
If we didn't see the flaws we are like so much locust
There are flaws in all our structures we only know and love so many
We have no idea what we are looking at most of the time
My guess is at 50 most people get some idea they do for awhile
We seem to peak
That is to be avoided and an order
When I came round it was still the war on poverty
Now for my children the war on terror
There is order poverty cold terror
Complex chaos builds institutions across generations
It was a war on relative poverty
It is a war on relative terror
We believed the cold war was important
We lost our threads of humanity
My grandma died in the cold war
They had to build weapons it was our priority
We now know the treatment that was required
They had time but were not given the resources
Order has priorities
There are new secrets every day
New research say people 50 are the happiest
Same research has no idea why
These are relative statistics
but there is no war in them
Poverty is there to guide us, not to go with to war
Terror to comfort, a simple hard truth
Simple is happy
happy simple
Lyndon wished war an answer
but war is fog chaos
Complex is chaos
Chaos has order, we make truth hard
Don't need to solve the problems of the world
The world we have
The jobs we don't want we can usually do the best
What we know best we always see the flaws
If we didn't see the flaws we are like so much locust
There are flaws in all our structures we only know and love so many
We have no idea what we are looking at most of the time
My guess is at 50 most people get some idea they do for awhile
We seem to peak
That is to be avoided and an order
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