VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
January 2


It's been rainy all day sometimes hard and other times just a drizzle, but they have been calling for thunderstorms all evening, it's crazy Thunderstorms in January. One nice thing about the weather today was it did get rather warm up in the mid 40's. Work went pretty good today, I had a lot to do so it made the time pass fast, this is a good thing.

I managed to ride my ex bike about 7 tenths of a mile, I really need to get that up, slowly but surely I will.


"Each day we make deposits in the memory banks of our children."
-Charles Swindoll-


If my heart were to sing, then I would certainly soar to new heights never before reached by this spirit.
If my heart were to cease it's beliefs then I would certainly wither and die
If my heart were to heal, where would I be


another day. a migraine, snow, payday, slipping sliding, a nap, playing in psp neglecting things that are needing done. Checks wrote and ordered. envelopes stuffed and stamped. time for bed


I find that I am tired from working a such a restless nights sleep. It seems as though my mind wants to overwhelm itself with so many different thoughts on so many different topics it swallows me. I wished I could find a place where my mind is idle and so relaxed, but it never is, I think if I could find a way to get so many thoughts at once out of my head then maybe I wouldn't be such a scatter brain.


Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very far.
- Thomas Jefferson


No thoughts, as things in my life turn in circles, spinning with unwanted choices.


The snows began to fall
I searched for this side of the moon
or a single glance of one tiny star
I know they were there
hidden behind the crystal flake that fell.
I knew you were watching
just to see if maybe I was there

I felt so good on my way home
fighting the drifts
Thoughts of you filled my mind
then I walked through the door of reality

How is it words can change your spirits
How can one see so differently than another
Where from one side it is praise and acceptance
the other failure and ridicule

It is like the pessimist/optimist theory
either I'm half bad or I'm half good
just depending on who the individual is


Slumber brought me great rest
Cleared my head of all the tangled thoughts
Gave me a new perspective


To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes