Day 3069 – I Read My 300th Book This Year Yesterday, And I’m Embarrassed To Say What It Was

If you’ve been following along this year, you know I set a big goal for my reading in 2017 – 300 books. I hit it yesterday, and I am so pumped. I learned, I laughed, I stopped reading some, I found new favorite books. As it turns out, the 300th book was You Have To F@*#%&@ Eat. You probably remember that I am pretty “strict” on what I read, watch, and listen to. There are times when language affects me more than I like. I try not to cuss…..too much. I am so far from a perfect human, and Lord knows I have no problem telling all y’all my shortcomings. So here I am, my 300th book has language in the title, shows a way you shouldn’t talk to your kids, and I HAD to tell you what the 300th book was. So, in an effort to have a little laugh at myself, I figured I’d write a little ditty, highlighting the books I read. (As a note, links to books I’ve read will be Amazon affiliate links – which just means we’ll get a small percentage of what you order.)

300 books read was the goal of this year,
I never knew there was reason to fear,
What could go wrong?
Reading is my heart’s song!

There were books that changed my life,
Books that made me a better wife.
My eyes were opened to the joy of children’s books,
Even if reading them got some funny looks.

There were books that made me laugh on a plane,
I read this great book by Shane
I’m thankful for the library’s great stock,
But the stacks of books, some might mock.

One made me weep with pride in my US of A
Did I throw it all away?
I didn’t expect, when the list was complete
A year of great books, and the 300th one was You Have To F@*#%&@ Eat

Books noted above, in order of linkage:
Dream Big, Think Small: Living an Extraordinary Life One Day at a Time
Great, Now We’ve Got Barbarians!
The Martian
Not So Different: What You Really Want to Ask About Having a Disability
Blue Sky White Stars

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Day 2310 – Why You Should Read A Poem To Yourself First….Especially When You Think It’s About Your Husband

This morning, I thought it would be fun to relisten to some messages we listened to for our pre-marital counseling. I was digging around for the paperwork that went with it, so we could compare the notes we made 7 years ago. I found in the process a folder of my old poems. I found one and I’m like, oooo, this is from our first year together! So I started reading it out loud to Bret.

I got about 1/3 of the way through when I’m like, wait…..Bret didn’t do that….wait….that’s not right….I stopped mid read and did the oooops face and he’s like, is that about “one of my exes”?? I nodded and then we both just laughed and laughed. So! Make sure you read through things first!

But I did find a poem that is still true about a dear love of mine…..

Jars of Peanut Butter
Oh, the sweet taste of peanut butter
It’s so sweet, it makes my heart flutter
I like it with honey
And eating it when it’s sunny
It’s even good with some crackers
It makes me lick my smackers
In the sight of it, some shudder
But I’ll always love my
Jars of Peanut Butter

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Day 1888 – Fallen Flag

I wrote the following poem in February of 2002, a few months after 9/11.

Fallen flag

they struck us hard, and we lifted
you anew. standing proud and
lovely, you shed your light, on a
hurting world. so profound you
were. we had you everywhere.
now i see you, faded and crackled,
caked in dust,
in the middle
of the road
carelessly.
they let
you fall
from the
mini van.
have we
forgotten?
has pain
lost sting?
will it take
another hit,
for us to
put you
out afresh?
will more
have to die,
for more tears?