The Cock-Eyed Optimist

I am The Cock-Eyed Optimist, and I hope you enjoy rummaging around The Heffington Post. What you need to know about me [apart from reading what I scribble] is that I am a daughter of Christ Jesus, a lover of His ways, a determined writer, a self-proclaimed humorist, and, of course, a Cock-eyed Optimist. If that did not make you any the wiser you can find a perfect description of me in the song below:

When the sky is a bright canary yellow
I forget every cloud I've ever seen
So they call me a cock-eyed optimist
Immature and incurably green

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead
But I'm only a cock-eyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head

I hear the human race is falling on its face
And hasn't very far to go
But every whip-poor-will is selling me a bill
And telling me it just ain't so

I could say life is just a bowl of jello
And appear more intelligent and smart
But I'm stuck like a dope with a thing called hope
And I can't get it out of my heart
Not this heart

-"Cock-eyed Optimist" by Rodgers and Hammerstein