Okay I can't think of any thing so I'm going to randomly throw stuff out there.
I can be a bit of a grammar freak but I can't spell very well. Is that an oxymoron :because it feels like one.
I think I am destined to be that crazy woman on the Simpsons that is always speeking in some unkown tongue and throwing cats at people. I love animals especially cats and when I'm around one I start baby talking to it. This is one of my fav. poems:
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was here in paradise,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus , 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
I also am teaching my cat to sit on command and I'm a sophomore in college.