Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Cheerios

Ode to Cheerios
by Gina O.
This Ginabean loves Cheerios, it's my cereal of choice;
There are so many different kinds it makes my heart rejoice!
Original and Honey Nut have been around forever;
I really dig the MultiGrain --delectible whenever!
Then there is the Fruity kind--this flavor makes me smile.
Apple Cinnamon's always great; the combo is worthwhile!
And Chocolate Cheerios are BOMB, an idea so divine!
They are so tasty and delish for them I often pine...
Cinnamon Burst is the newest kind--my world it doth rock;
It really makes me salivate at the very thought.
What makes it even better is they're all made with whole grains;
Cheerios are a healthy choice, so mothers can't complain.

O. So. Tempting.
(This is the Cinnamon Burst variety)

Okay, so it's not my greatest poem ever, I know. But really...

I was grocery shopping last week, and I totally needed some cereal; I was running out of MultiGrain Cheerios, you see. I put on my grocery list: Fruity Cheerios. Because I wanted a little some'm some'm different.

I meandered around the store and was about to grab said Fruity Cheerios when I stopped short; a brand new Cheerios (Cinnamon Burst!) had caught my eye.

I. Love. Cinnamon.

It's, like, the best flavor. Ever. (Well...it's right up there with chocolate, at least.)

In case you were wondering, I bought both the Fruity and the Cinnamon Burst.

I'm totally in love with the Cinnamon Burst, too.

Cheerios sure have come up with a lot of flavors! I looked 'em up online, and there are a total of 12 flavors. TWELVE, y'all! (The kinds I didn't mention? Banana Nut (GROSS!), Cheerios Crunch, Berry Burst, Frosted, and Yogurt Burst.)

Anyway...what's your favorite cereal? I'm curious if anyone else even cares...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

blame it on the circulation...

Drafty Digits
by Gina O.
frozen toes and fingers too
is what I deal with all year through.
even when it's warm outside
my circulation won't abide.
then winter comes and things get worse;
i keep some gloves inside my purse--
and wear them when i go outdoors
(the elements have declared war!)
i love my socks made out of wool...
they warm my soles, make my heart full.
yet still my digits feel so cold;
i'm suffering! it's getting old!
but i'll get by; i always do
with frozen toes and fingers too...

Can you tell what I've been dealing with all my life? I'm not complaining. Well, okay I am...but I'm doing it in a cute way, right? I mean, come on, I waxed poetic! I think Dr. Seuss himself would love what I came up with, right?!

Anyway...my office is a cold place. And it's not because my boss is a jerk and keeps the thermostat at arctic temperatures. No, the boss man is a great guy who likes to keep us all happy. And warm. But the thermostat seems to bypass my office or something because it feels like Alaska in there! (I've been to Alaska, so I know what I'm talking about.)

I purchased myself a space heater. I turn that puppy on, whip off my shoes, and nessle my tootsies right up next to it. That space heater has saved my toes from falling off on several occasions.

I love the space heater...

I love me some gloves and mittens too. I especially love what I politically-incorrectly call homeless people gloves. You know, the cut-off gloves, encircled by a mitten-flap?

Like so...

I only wish the homeless people gloves had holes in the thumbs too, so I would never have to remove said gloves whilst working. (Writing and typing with gloved thumbs slows me down too much, don't you know?)

And even though beanies don't solve the Drafty Digits directly, I do love that beanies are "in" right now. (And even if they weren't what would I care? I've always preferred comfort to fashion anyway.) I have myself a little box full of beanies. And I wear them all the live-long day.

My beanies keep my noggin warm...
(Hmm...I've never seen my nose from this angle before...)

Since I can't live my life in perfectly mild temperatures year-round, I'm surely glad that warmth is possible!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

end of an era...

She moved.

I'm talking about my dear roommate, and one of my best friends of all time, Lisa. She's gone.

Lisa is awesome for, like, 4.3 billion reasons. She's one of the first people I met when I moved to Idaho Falls more than 3 years ago, and our friendship was basically instantaneous.

Since I met her that summer, we've done a lot of fun things; hiked a couple hundred miles, traveled a bit, had so many terrific chats.

We've been roommates for more than 2 years, and Lisa's just about the easiest person to live with. EVER. She's thoughtful and giving and has made many gestures (both large and small) to let me know she cares. She's a dynamite cook and can always make me smile. I can tell her anything.

And she leaves people better than she found them. I like to think I'm a better person because of her. I'm so lucky I got to associate with her so frequently.

Anyway, Lisa has taken a job with ILP, which is exactly down her alley; she's going to love it there, and the people she'll be working with/for are going to be lucky to have her. ILP headquarters are in Provo. She starts Monday. She moved out today.

I know it's not like I'll never see her again (I mean, she's moving less than 4 hours south of where I am sitting), but my heart hurts a bit right now. It's like the end of an era.

I wrote her a little going-away poem, because the occasion screamed for a Gina Original...

It’s NOT Good-Bye

By Gina O.

“All good things must come to an end,” or so the story goes;

I never liked that proverb much, I just want you to know...

Life in I.F. will be strange without you, dearest friend.

But just because you’re moving out, it does NOT mark the end!

This bond runs deep; it began when we ran that horrid race.

-You know the one I’m speaking of—somehow we took third place!

And that was just the start of it, our friendship real and true;

A million fond, fun memories o’er time we have accrued.

I love the awesome trips you planned and let me tag along.

I cannot choose a favorite—that task’s too hard and wrong.

Because each trip we went on holds a place within my heart:

Like Disneyland or Havasu—where would I even start?!

We’ve been on oh so many hikes—a bet a hundred or more,

And even when the trails were long, it never was a bore!

Chicago was a sweet surprise to celebrate my birth;

A secret trip for Gina? WOW! It brought me such great mirth!

Yet, even when our plans are small, like movies late at night,

Spending time with you is fun and makes any evening bright!

I love your thoughtfulness and charm, and your sneaky wit;

You can always make me smile—this friendship is legit.

I only hope I’ve been a friend deserving of your love.

Lisa, you’re amazing, and a blessing from above.

As you move down to Utah (or “Zion” as it’s known),

I wish for you the very best—like a husband who is toned. :)


For an early birfday present, Lisa bought me a ticket to the local Robert Burns dinner
where we tried The Haggis...

Also, I called Lisa this evening to check on her and see how she's doing; I was up in my room changing into my jam-jams, and I told Lisa I wanted to bug Brooke by wearing my new slipper/booties up over some stretchy pants. Lisa encouraged me to take it a step (or two) further...BEHOLD!

Brooke rolled her eyes, and we decided my superhero name must be something like Slumber Girl.

You know, because of the bed sheet cape and the eye cover thingy...


Can you even image what I'd be capable of with a little alcohol in my system? Good thing I don't drink...

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Ode to pineapple...

Apple of Pine...
by Gina O.
Pineapple, fresh pineapple; I crave you night and day.
A dinner party feels complete when you're there on a tray.
Initially I never thought that one day I'd LOVE you;
When you are canned, it makes me ill; of what I speak is true.
But when consumed completely fresh, your flavor makes me glad.
I salivate when you are grilled--(the best way to be had!)
Your exterior, rough and thick, is such a travesty!
Cutting you open is a pain...but nothing good comes free.
And so I do what must be done in order to consume
Your luscious golden fruit inside; so tasty when in bloom!
I think about you constantly; this hankering seems eternal...
I wish you grew in my back yard to feed this hunger diurnal!

It's become an obsession with me--pineapple, I mean. I never thought I'd like it fresh because the canned stuff is so darn nasty. And pineapple juice is gross in its own potent way. This is my opinion. -Alas, I got brave and tried the fresh stuff, and now I am completely smitten. It might just be my favorite fruit.

Sadly, I don't get to eat it that often. (Maybe this is why I'm so fixated on it?) Sure you can buy it at the grocery store...but I'm not great at picking them out. And the "produce guys" aren't always as knowledgeable as I think they ought to be. Lisa's oma and grandpa do a splendid job with it. And I think Callie does too. Perhaps I need to go to the grocer with Cal and watch her pick one out. ("Watch and learn," see?)

Anyway...over Christmas break, my folks were given a pineapple (straight from Hawaii!) from the Rackhams. (A quick shout-out to Lisa Thatcher! I don't know if you didn't want your folks to give away one of your most precious pineapples, but they did, and it did NOT go unappreciated! Thank you, thank you, thank you!) -I had never cut open a pineapple before...I'd always just been the happy benefactor of someone else's hard work. Here's the story in pictures:

The fresh pineapple in all its glory...

First I cut off the little head thingie...

Then I worked my way through the hard outer shell...
(this took a while).

Then I cut the core out.
(I really never thought about a pineapple core before...)

Then I cut it into bite-size pieces.

And then...I consumed!
YUMMO!

Oh...and if you haven't read my last post, would you mind looking at it and then giving me your feedback? I'm really trying to be brave!

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Singlehood...

So...one of my friends recently had a rough few minutes dealing with life without a boyfriend. It was short-lived, but rather intense. The next day I wrote a poem about life as a single gal, dedicated to this dear friend of mine. (Cheers!)

SINGLEHOOD
by Gina O.
Guys are dumb--they really are--such anguish and frustration
Is what they bring into our lives, and--so it seems--damnation.
That was a stretch--damnation, I mean--I know we need each other;
But FINDING Mr. Right is tough when my guy friends become like brothers.
It is a CURSE, so it seems...it typically plays out the same...
Meet guy, like him, then he moves on--it's such an ugly game!
I look around at my best friends; somehow they're single too!
Amazing, great and beautiful--the guys must not have a clue!
Those friends of ours who married one go on about the boy
With whom they fell in love; how nice for them to have found a man who brings them joy.
"Hanging out" is an epidemic that plagues the whole wide world...
Whatever happened to, "Let's go out" with just one guy and girl?!
The part that feels the worst when you're so incredibly single
Is wondering, "What's wrong with me? I try to mix and mingle!"
I feel like I do my part; I wear makeup and I'm employed...
And I've done it all for me...not for some silly boy.
Happy and single--the words coexist in my life, it's true...
I'd LOVE a husband and some kids, but not until I'm wooed...
Because I'd hate to be settled for, and I don't want to settle...
I'll count the blessings I enjoy till my knight comes (with diamonds and metal!)
"It just takes one." That's what they say, and somehow I believe them...
Although this world is infested with "frogs"--I'll find my prince, my gem.
So--here's to us: the single and lovely, the fun gals without a date...
God loves us lots--just hang on--we're worth more cows than eight!

I hope that all my single gal pals out there enjoy this. It was actually a lot of fun to write. -I'm not bitter to be without a male counterpart; I've done alright without one so far. :) But this poem definitely has a lot of truth to it!

Friday, September 21, 2007

for Dad...

So I wrote this poem for a few friends who help me...ah...celebrate bananas. I told Dad about it and he's been waiting patiently for me to post it. Here ya go, Pops...

Crazy for Bananas
by Gina O.
The color is the ONLY good thing abouta fruit called the banana...
The flavor, smell and even sound are repulsive; holy Hannah!
I know all about the WONDERS of the fruit in question, okay?!
Cameron printed me off a list of the joys of bananas...hooray.
I won't deny that eating them is a healthy thing--how can I?
Potasium-rich, plus vitamins...and you can put them in a pie!
I've tried at least a time or two to like this blasted fruit...
But even mixed with berries and ice, the point is completely moot.
If, by chance, this fruit is peeled within six feet of me,
My gag reflex kicks into gear and I simply have to flee!
And that's just from the smell alone; if I ponder on the sound
That the nasty fruit makes inside a mouth, my stomach flips around!
But don't you worry, don't you fret! I'm good at avoiding them!
At least I was till I moved here...my new friends are such GEMS.
You see, I'm a passionate person with my loves as well as my hates...
When I watched Jason eat on once, my emotions would not abate.
When my best friends in Idaho saw my over-reaction, though small,
They laughed and then got over it--or so I thought; what a bad call!
Before too long, little tricks and "treats" appeared on my car and such...
Jason, Nolan, Lisa too...but still it didn't happen that much.
It truly was a three-way tie between them all for a while...
Then Nolan dropped out of the race and Lisa improved her style...
I recall a time when she conned me into going to a ball game
With the promise of a treat; I still trusted her--how LAME!
Some folks say I'm gullible, but TRUSTING is what I call it...
When I showed up and she gave me a gross yellow candy, it was the pits!
Though I loathe bananas to the core, I laugh it al, ya know?
It's funny and somehow I feel loved...plus, friends are better than foes.
On and on the pranks continued; I started to expect it;
Being chased with a peeled yellow fruit...the joke has some merit...
But when I left my charming friends home and left for the UK,
I figured, "out of sight, out of mind..." I'm wrong a LOT, okay?!
When I returned to IF from my lovely holiday abroad,
My roommates were gone, nowhere to be see--their absence made me sob.
But not for long; I walked back to my room to put my things away
And discovered banana stuff in my room--all yellow, bright and gay.
"Welcome home" and "I heart Gina" were posted here and there;
Yellow streamers, plates and napkins were strewn about EVERYWHERE.
Let's not forget the variety of banana-flavored snacks...
The most depressing one of all was banana Reeses: ACK!
I felt love oozing out of every yellow surface in the room;
I was thrilled to know that I was missed--though bananas are my doom.
In defense of my hatred of this foulest food of any kind,
I find nutrition elsewhere, you know...vitamins are easy to find!
Potasium is found in extremes in the state of Idaho--
It's called a POTATO, everyone! A delightful veggie to grow.
As for fruit, I'll stick with apples, berries and Utah peaches;
All things in moderation is what the Good Book teaches.
So...thank you for expressing your love in a way that's funny...yet sick.
I love ya back; you KNOW it's true! I think you're all a kick!

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Independence Day!

July 4th has always been a bit of a family holiday for me; we don't do much besides a BBQ and just chill together. However, Independence Day fell on a Wednesday, so I stayed in IF to play with friends. Here are some pics of our celebration by the greenbelt.

Me and Brookey...

Briant and Brookey listening to his iPod to pass the time...

Me and Tracie...

This fellow is sporting the coolest mullet since 1986.
Notice the steps buzzed into the side of his head.
I was very sneaky in acquiring this picture...

Brooke and Tracie...

Independence Day inspired another poem. Here goes...


BELOVED LAND
by Gina O.
America the beautiful; blessed land of the free!
Brave men and women risk their lives to defend our liberty!
Long ago our Founding Fathers declared Independence
From any other nation who would threaten with offense.
They shared a vision of a land where freedom would unite!
For justice and for liberty they stood and fought with might.
A Constitution was constructed by those awesome men;
Among them was George Washington, and John and James and Ben.
They called their precious beloved land the United States;
A democratic government was formed--now open for debate.
Many wars have come to pass since we declared ourselves a nation;
Soldiers fight to keep us free out of love and determination.
They love this land, these cherished people in uniform;
And we enjoy our lives of leisure while they fight in the storm.
No other country can compare, America is best!
Abundant is the life I lead--I am considered blessed!
My precious flag--red, white and blue--inspires love and praise;
It makes me glad I'm in this land to live my lovely days.
Our Anthem brings tears to my eyes--I know this is God's land;
He blesses us so gracefully with His Eternal Hand.
So beautiful, this country dear; mountains, rivers, sky...
A melting pot of culture--and homemade apple pie!
All thy freedoms I enjoy upon thy lovely shores;
America, my country home, I couldn't love thee more.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

poetry of Zion...

To ZION With Friends

(the road trip according to Gina O.)

The starting point of our road trip was south-east Idaho,

And we were headed southward, yes! To ZION we must go!

Two separate cars of friends made up this mini caravan…

We started out with six of us: three womans and three mans.

‘twas Wednesday evening when we left, the 20th of June;

Cameron brought his music with, and we played “Name That Tune.”

The black car left town before the pewter, in case you wanted to know…

But they stopped so we could catch up around Pocatello.

The skyline darkened progressively as we drove that night;

Somehow pewter got ahead; black car was out of sight.

A few phone calls from Tracie-face throughout the drive was great!

We picked her up in Nephi, true—and it was getting late.

‘twas midnight when we left that place to head to Cedar City;

On the way we stopped to help cars that needed jumped—what a pity!

‘Cause neither car in our caravan had the necessary cables;

That’s no good, you realize—what if we’d turned the tables?!

We got to Cedar in the wee small hours of the next day;

We slept hard in the home of LaCee—so comfortably we lay!

Getting up at 6:00 that morning was a chore;

‘Cause we did not get enough sleep; I know I wanted more!

The drive to ZION for the black car was easy, just ask them if you please…

But pewter was quite hungry and we missed our turn—oh GEEZ!

Tracie looked at the atlas and corrected our mistake;

We doubled back and found our way to the black car—so great!

We hopped aboard a free shuttle to take us to the spot

Where we’d begin our journey to the Narrows—in the water we did walk.

Jason, Cameron, Gina, Lisa, Jeff, Tracie and Brooke;

Seven friends in ZION to walk around and have a look.

The water started out feeling cold, but we adjusted quick,

And all of us but one were glad we brought a walking stick;

Because the rocks sometimes got slick and we did not want to fall—

So much for that idea! I fell near a rock wall!

Wandering ‘round in water, looking up at massive rocks;

The water kept us cool—but in the sun ‘twas hot!

We stopped for lunch and found a spot where the water got real deep;

I climbed in and got caught in the current—and my heart skipped a beat.

We kept on going and we thought we’d turn around at 1:30…

But then we found a rock to jump off—and nobody got hurty.

The cannon balls into the water was a highlight of our hike;

It cooled us off and was good fun—‘twas something we all liked.

The hike back was much faster, I simply won’t deny…

But I was sleepy—on the shuttle back I had to close my eyes.

We drove to Washington, Utah—right next to George the Saint

To meet our good buddy Janell; so excited I thought I’d faint!

We ate some pizza and cleaned up (because we were smelly and gross).

Melissa also met up with us, because we love her most!

That night we went to Tuacahn, a theater outdoors;

Though “My Fair Lady” started late, we all sweat from our pores.

We all felt hot there in our seats, many of us fighting sleep;

“Let a Woman in Your Life” was sung and perked the boys up a heap!

The play ended at midnight; we had a good time though.

We drove us back to Washington to sleep in the condo.

Up at dawn again because we were headed back to ZION!

This time Janell joined us, hooray! It’s true, I am not lyin’!

Once again we hopped the shuttle—this time to the Grotto;

We started right at 8am—already it was hot-o!

Angel’s Landing was the hike we’d chosen for that day;

It was made of steep switch-backs, and Cameron led the way.

The rest of us felt justified in “picture breaks” to breathe;

After a while, Jason ran up; just watching nearly made me heave!

At the end of Walter’s Wiggle I was nothing shy of glad;

A sign said I’d be there in half a mile, and I was thinking, “RAD!”

But then I looked directly up at the path ahead of me;

It got narrow with sheer drop-offs; heights make me nervous, see…

In honesty, the going up really wasn’t bad;

They have chains to hold onto—but if you fall—so sad!

The view atop of Angel’s Landing is insanely pretty;

The rush of being so high up can make one feel quite giddy.

We sat on top of that big rock to enjoy the fruits of our labor;

But after a time we had to leave—coming back was no small favor.

Coming down the narrow path—it forced me to look down;

So I slowly made my way behind the friendly crowd.

The going—slow—but still I marveled at the beauty of that place.

I’m not about to lie to you; the land has a certain grace.

We made our way down Walter’s Wiggle once again, you know…

For what goes up must come down; the truth of it is so.

This time we ran it if we could—‘tis gentler on the knees;

Once again on the shuttle, some of us caught zzz’s.

Up and down the rock we’d gone—all before 12 noon.

Saying ‘bye to our Janell, it made us weep and swoon.

We bid farewell to her and also ZION’S Park.

We’d taken pictures with our cameras, and also with our hearts.

After this short, gorgeous hike, we found ourselves north-bound.

We played some more of “Name That Tune.” In Fayette our branch we found.

To Tracie’s parents’ place we went to shower and clean up;

A barbeque was rather nice; PB made sure we ate enough.

Then off to Manti we did drive—saving spots was our quest;

We put our blankets on some chairs. (We now believe the ground was best.)

We quickly left the Temple grounds to find for us some shade;

We found what we were looking for—we only moved when the sun began to fade.

Back to our chairs and blankets we went, and sleep was on our minds!

We built a fortress with all our stuff; it was one of a kind.

So those of us who could keep our eyes open no more

Got comfy and took a nap right there on the Temple grounds floor.

When the sun was down, it was time for the pageant to start;

Sitting there in the dark proved difficult to keep my eyelids apart.

When the show was over, Jason drove the pewter car

Back to Fayette, which took a while, although it was not far.

All of us got ready quickly for bed in the church there;

Five girls squished in one tiny room, but ask us if we cared…

The next morning we were allowed to sleep in until seven;

Getting more than four hours of sleep was comparable to HEAVEN!

Salt Lake City was the place—we had an appointment at half past ten.

Welfare Square’s a cool place—this is where we had a tour.

We started out watching a flim, but my eyes could take no more.

The second that the lights went out, I fell asleep with ease;

They woke me up, showed us around, and let us taste their cheese.

This is where we said goodbye to the people in our branch—

Jason told us of a burger joint to eat—we took a chance.

Hire’s Big H was the place; they had tasty burgers on buns.

When I was in the restroom, with my camera they had fun;

Pictures of their nostrils! Plus one of Jason’s pit!

My friends are all hilarious—but are they lacking wit? :)

After lunch we headed back to I-15, you know…

I slept hard in the backseat till we reached Idaho.

Quick as a flash our trip was done—it was a lovely time!

Road trips with friends are wonderful! –And now I end my rhyme.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

reminscent poetry...

Okay, so my friend Sheila's doing her best to survive graduate school, and it got me thinking about my college days...both undergrad and my Masters program. I pondered on it lots, and this poem came to me. I hope you enjoy...

Worth it in the End
by Gina O.
Working hard for four long years to earn a Bachelor's degree...
"Senioritis" really does exist in college, don't you see?
Reminiscing about those four long years of my life,
I recognize that there were great times--mingled with the strife.
My time at Ricks, it started rough, but it got better fast.
I only earned an Associates, but thought my knowledge vast.
I said goodbye to roommates dear as I quickly left Rexburg
And transferred my credits to Utah State, also known as "Perg."
USU ain't God's school like Ricks or BYU...
But their COMD program is swell, which I wanted to pursue.
The first semester in Logan was difficult, but I fell in love
With this major, it is true; it fit me like a glove.
Onward and upward I progressed, I gave it all I had...
And I applied to grad school, which made me wonder, "Have I gone mad?"
The waiting period was the worst, not sure where I'd get in;
When USU said that I could stay, I said out loud, "I win!"
And so I walked to prove my worth on graduation day.
I jumped a plane to Anchorage upon the 5th of May.
The summer of 2004 came quickly to an end.
An Alaskan adventure is what I had, along with some new friends.
Back to Utah State I went, as nervous as I could be!
Grad school, I figured, would be hard...oh silly, silly me!
In undergrad, I'd done my best, and earned high grades, you see?
But now, it seemed, I studied twice as hard to barely earn a 'B."
I wept a lot and sometimes wondered, "What am I doing here?!
Two years of this? It cannot be! It's killing me, I fear..."
And so I bawled to friends and Mom, they said I'd be okay;
And I knew, for sanity's sake, sometimes I'd have to play.
Semester two was not so bad--I thought that I'd caught on
To what grad school was all about--how could I be so wrong?!
Research was a class I took in the summer of '05.
If it had lasted one more week, I'd no longer be alive!
Second fall semester was a beast, I do confess...
With work and class and clinic I was feeling like a mess!
And then a boy came into play; I had no time for that!
We tried dating for a while, and then I dumped him flat.
If I thought weeping was my dearest friend the year before,
It was nothing to my life now--I couldn't have cried more.
But Heavenly Father got me through that semester straight from Hell;
I came out on top and alive--and even feeling well.
On down to Provo I did go to intern in "Rehab."
I learned a lot--but most of all: dysphagia is so drab.
(Swallowing evals and treatment, it really made me heave...
Seeing goo come out of one more trach?! I swore that I would leave.)
Two months at UVRMC and then my time was done.
I'd learned a lot, and done my best; I was ready for some fun!
Back to Brigham to finish my thesis and sponge off Mom and Dad;
Defending it was not a treat, it made me feel so sad.
But I presented it with a flourish and a bang.
And when I finished and actually passed, I thought, "Hot DANG!"
And then my time to relax was hovering right upon me!
Until mid-June for my last class, I was considered free!
May 5th, it rolled around, just like it does each year;
But this, the year 2006, I had real reason to cheer!
It was the day that I was hooded; a Master I'd become!
I'd worked so hard, I'd lived through Hell; it left me feeling numb!
If this ain't cause to celebrate, then tell me what is PLEASE!
In honor of my accomplishment I caught up on some zzz's.
A week-long jaunt to Canada with 2 great friends of mine;
Vancouver is a gorgeous place, with lovely trees of pine.
We stayed at a cheap motel in Burnaby, you know...
The very place where the crooner Mike Buble did grow.
Somehow I became the navigator of this fun road-trip.
The scaling of the Nanaimo map was certainly a trick!
I loved my time up there, you know; my first trip in so long!
My friends, they made me learn the words to a great Canadian song.
Then back to Utah we had to go; it was a long drive back.
We'd had such fun on little sleep; I needed to hit the sack!
It was about the first of June I thought, "I need a job
As a Speech Pathologist," but looking made me want to sob.
And then my phone, it rang; it was Professor Littledike
To tell me of a gentleman who, if I met, I'd like.
He was looking for someone just like me to work in his employ
In a private clinic located in Idaho Falls; oh joy!
I met this fellow she called Matt in Logan that same day.
This interview was nice and relaxed, and I heard what he had to say.
The pros outweighed the cons by far; he offered the job on the spot.
It seemed much too good to be true; things to consider were a lot!
I told Matt, "It sounds great; I'll let you know real soon."
I pondered and I prayed on it, and told him, "Yes!" mid-June.
In honor of the job I took, I thought I'd buy a car.
I purchased an '03 Altima because it's above par.
The hooding? Check! A job? Check two! But still I had a class
To finish before I could move, and I needed a 'B' to pass.
It was tons of information to squish into five weeks.
So much to do, so little time; my brain, it sprung a leak!
But pass, I did! Oh joy of joys! I finished, it's for real!
It was July the 17th I began my career with zeal.
I started out on Bannock Drive with Shawn, Pauline and kids.
I love that family so much! We played and we watched vids.
If I thought all of this before had seemed like a piece of cake,
I hardly could believe my luck with the friends that I did make.
I'd moved into a singles branch, the coolest one in town.
I ran a 5k "fun run" in the mud, barely concealing my frown.
These people seemed great, I liked them lots; but running makes me spew!
But they stuck beside me all the way, these friends of mine so new.
I moved into a cute new place with Tina and with Brooke.
So far, so good; just one month in--already I was hooked.
My job is great; it truly is the job from in my dreams.
My boss, co-workers, clientele--I'm lucky, so it seems.
And as the clock moves forward, and weeks turn into months--
I know it's not just luck, but God is blessing me upfront.
You simply cannot comprehend how my life feels complete.
I've never felt like I've fit so well; it's wonderful and neat!
My pals, they're full of life and spunk; we have a grand old time.
We hike and camp and ride our bikes, and skydive--how sublime!
And so, you see? My world is great! So worth the pain and stress
Of 6 long years in college; for enduring I've been blessed!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

happy friggin' birthday...

So today's the magical day I turn 25. I'm not gonna lie, I've been dreading it since Jan. 1st of this year. For some reason, 25 seemed so much older and...whatever. There are a few reasons I've been cringing at this mystical number, and I'm not going to go into that. Just gonna say that today has been excellent...and if the next 364 days are anything like today was, this'll be my best year yet! Anyways, I love birthdays, despite getting older, and today was terrific from beginning to end. I'll be sure to post some pics (as soon as I can get them from my friends). As for now, I'm just gonna post a poem one of my terrific friends wrote for me in honor of today. Here goes...

25
Getting older can be frightening
The sad thing is, it happens like lightning
One minute you're 5, just starting school
And the next thing you're 25, just trying to keep cool
25 you say, now that is OLD!
But hey, you still manage to look like Gold!
At 25 you're done with college
And you're loaded with tons of knowledge
You've become a Master at what you do
So it makes it easy to poo
Cuz now you can afford the good toilet paper
You wipe and 'say see you later, alligator'
Off to your busy social life
To try to make yourself a wife
A difficult endeavor for you to do
For not many can be found that measure up to you
I'm not talking about the height issue
You'll date the short ones if we push you
It's just hard to find one who can measure up
To how completely you fill the cup
It will be a good year
So don't you fear
The years only get shorter
So don't you loiter
Make the best of it
So in the end you don't look like #$!@!
Scotland here comes Gina
Looking oh so fina
That's Spanish for fine
I just had to make a rhyme
She's been to the gym just about every day
And is starting to wonder is Elvis GAY?
But pay no attention to that little man
Here comes Gina to take her stand
Idaho Falls has never been so lucky
To have such a fine little ducky

-Anonymous

So there it is; it's a masterpiece, really. It doesn't get more personal than that! I'm sure none of you appreciate it as much as I do; it's loaded with inside jokes and such...but still...this poem is golden! I'm lovin' it! Thanks, dear poet friend, for the personal gift. It helped to make my special day oh, so wonderful!

MORE TO COME...

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

For Brent...

So my brother is having a bit of a rough time on the mission right now; adjusting to a new culture, a new language, being nearly albino right on the equator...I'd struggle too. So...I wrote a poem. This one's for him.

LABOR OF LOVE
-Gina O.

Called to serve my Lord, my God And share the Love of Christ
With the people of Brazil; to live on beans and rice.
The language is a barrier, the heat is hard to bear,
The culture is quite different; I try not to call, "Unfair!"
Although the task at hand seems tough, I never have known strife.
I was born to privilege with the gospel in my life!
The message of my Savior Dear is one I can't deny.
His life was love and sacrifice; for all men He did die.
And when I focus on His love, I know I will survive.
The people here are wonderful; for righteousness they strive.
So onward I continue without a thought of self.
I reach out to my brothers; I love and want to help!
I know God will sustain me. He's always by my side.
I say a prayer and get to work and try to enjoy the ride.


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