I Just Know...

I sense you are with me...
Even when I am alone.

I hear you when you don't speak
The language of your soul haunts mine.

I feel your sweet thoughts...
They land on my heart like snowflakes.

I know the melody you sing,
Without uttering a single note.

I know you love me...
Because I just know.


Remember: Speak now or forever hold your peace.

It was a cold night...with a full moon....

It was very dark when she stepped outside. Not sure of what was about to happen, the young lady wrapped her coat around her body just a little tighter. It was so cold you could see her breath escaping its warm sanctuary. The ground was frozen and made a crunching sound with each step. It was a full moon and the light was so bright it hurt her sleepy eyes. She got into the car and turned the heat up hoping for warmth to arrive swiftly. She looked at the two ladies who were in the car with her -- they seemed so confident. They knew what was about to happen. Gently, she exits her drive and begins the long journey into town. Slowly the warm air softens her chills. They pass a few cars along the way and she wonders, how did I get here? The radio humming melodies in the background keeps her awake. Finally they arrive... The scene before her was like nothing she had ever witnessed before. The insanity of that moment was almost unbearable. How in the world will she ever find a place to park? Would she ever find what she needed once she stepped inside? The fear of the unknown was taking over. The anxiety of the past 11 months built up into one climactic moment. She was intimidated by those who knew what they wanted and were going to get it -- no matter what they had to do. She admired these people and oh how she wished she could be more like them -- Confident! Sure! Ready for Action!

It was 6 A.M. at Wal-Mart the DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING. I had no list. I bought a Coke C2...that is all.

Remember: "A man is not old until regrets start taking place of dreams." - unknown

Happy Thanksgiving

My Fellow Americans,

Happy Thanksgiving to you....I hope you have a great day and find many things surrounding you to be thankful for.


My Fellow Earthlings,

Happy November 25th. :)


I'm thankful for many wonderful blessings in my life. I have a beautiful family and a wonderful home. I live in an incredible Country, with lots of happiness. I am very blessed.



Remember: Love actually IS all around us....

We Like to Party

Who doesn't?

jeez party it up.

I know I know...I really should write something inspirational or meaningful but honestly...sometimes you just need to crank up the music really loud and party. That song "We Like to Party" is a theme song for me. I love that song and can't help but dance to it. My sister and I went out tonight and played that song so loud -- it was awesome until she realized she was going 90. YIKES. So here's the deal...the next time you're alone in your car....crank up the music and sing really loud. Know that there is ONE person on this earth -- that thinks its awesome you're doing it...and that person would be ME. Oh ya, but watch that spedometer...I'm NOT responsible for your wreckless driving you heathen!



Remember: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return" (from Moulin Rouge)

Sucking it up for the team....

Sometimes you just have to "suck one up for the team". Humanity -- life -- a friend -- an enemy -- a football game -- a charity you work for -- someone you love -- someone you lost....What I mean is, swallow your pride or your anger or your hurt and just say you're sorry. You know that lump in your throat? The one that makes you just -- miserable. Nervous...whatever? Well, suck it up for the team. Mean it. You'll feel better. You'll get past it -- I promise. One day, the good "games" will outweigh the L on your scorecard. Your team is worth it. Teams make mistakes and sometimes you lose a game or two. But jeez you played! Its so great to be you.

Remember: Its not whether you win or lose....its having someone to walk you home after the game....

Dagger, Finish thy Ugly Deed

O Dagger of the earth
You have started the threat,
Complete thy ugly deed,
Twist thyself further into my heart.

O Dagger you punish me,
With your agonizing apathy
The speed you move
Prolongs my agony and kills my soul.

O Dagger finish me!
So that I may honorably go,
And allow my heart stillness,
For it shall not beat again in harmony.


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yep there's a story behind this one lol


Remember: Water your plants. For the love, they're choking.

Home - Where Love Grows

Things come and go,
Hard times breeze in.
You are here with me,
Faithful 'till the end.

Holidays, Fun, and silliness
Laughter and tears,
Fill our lives with joy
All throughout the years.

Looking in your smiling eyes
Blessings God only knows.
I am finding my way home
In the place where love grows.

Does it get any better than this? I don't think so!!!! But which one is cuter? mmmmm

I'd like to take this opportunity to.....

Feel sorry for myself? I feel so silly writing this, but I'm going on week 2 of bronchitis / early pneunomia and just in general "feeling like a bucket of garbage". I'm such a baby when I get sick. This time, I find myself just being sucked in to it all and trying to be depressed. When someone is mean to me -- its the greatest trauma. When something makes me sad -- I've never been more sad. When something hurts, its never hurt worse. When my medicine makes me nauseated, I've never been sicker. I get the drama queen award for this week. So I would like to take this opportunity to be completely pathetic -- working the nerves of all who know me and are reading this.

OK now that that is over - I've got it out of my system....I can go on with my life and be happy again.

Thanks for playing!


Remember: Know when to walk away, know when to run.

Happy Together by the Turtles

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love, and hold her tight
So happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me, and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

{Refrain}
I can't see me loving nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me
Baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you, and you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

{Refrain}
Me and you, and you and me...
Ba ba ba ba, ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba... {as refrain}
Me and you, and you and me...

O-o-o-oh
So happy together
O-o-o-oh
How is the weather
Ba, ba ba ba ba
So happy together
Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba
We're happy together
Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba
So happy together
Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba


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Songs remind us of special times....I just wanted to mention this one 'cause I was thinking about it.

Remember: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOLFER BARBIE!

Precious Art...From a Precious Girl....Her Fairy Tale yet to be written.

Christmas Miracles

Christmas 1997.

We had had a wonderful day. Everyone stayed over at my Mom's house really late and we were exhausted. I just spent the night there -- I was single -- I stayed whereever I wanted to stay. I was asleep and I fuzzily heard the phone ring. I could hear my mom saying "It will be fine", "How exciting", "Don't worry"

My sister had been trying for years to have a child. They had simply given up -- and decided to let God handle it. And on that night He did. We found out she was going to have a baby. Molly would become our precious Christmas Miracle. Over the coming months, she would grow. We heard her heartbeat, felt her kick, and waited impatiently for her arrival. She made it in August of the following year. She is a precious joy to our family. I am proud to be her Aunt.

Where does life begin? Is it where love begins? Because on that Christmas night I knew I loved her. I knew she would light up all of our lives....

Now, our little Molly is in first grade....and she is an artist! See below


Remember: Prayer works.


I am the proud Aunt of several miracles. Molly, Maggie, Owen, Will, Anna, Eli, Hunter and Megan

Real Flipping Funny

She's laughing at you,
But the joke is on her.
A foolish girl, the times
She believed your sweet lies.
How the lonely one believed
Your words that so deceived
The goodbye that she heard
Without one single word
Somehow was very clear,
And confirmed her fear.
She is laughing at you,
But the joke is on her.


Remember: The things you don't say....are said in other ways and can hurt just as bad.

This is hilarious

A friend of mine sent this to me....tell me you don't laugh....and I'll give you a refund.

The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has been accepted a five year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short). In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will reseive this news with joy. Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter. There will be growing public enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replased by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 persent shorter. In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the language is disgrasful, and they would go. By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by "v". During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "0" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud, of kors, be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German lik zey vunted in ze forst plas...


Remember: If your hands are dry, find some lotion.

My daisy -- I didn't use paintbucket to make it more 'real'

Favorite Crayon

What is your favorite crayon? OK MISTER/MISS I'M TOO OLD TO COLOR WITH CRAYONS!!! Seriously. If you were to get a box, which would you pick to color with first? (OH and if I had a box of crayons it would be one with a sharpener. My friends all had those huge boxes with the sharpener and I NEVER DID (deprived)) For me -- I always liked blue-green. That was the name of it...and yet my favorite color is pink! OK next question...you have your favorite crayon -- and a blank sheet of paper what would you draw? I think most people have some sort of doodle they always draw. Mine is a daisy -- with grass speckles.

Here's your homework. Pick up a crayon and draw something. You'll feel like a kid again.


Remember: If you hurt someone, apologize. But only if you truly mean it. Otherwise its just a tangled lie.

O Great Sun, Awaken from Your Slumber

I wrote this poem as part of a story...

The girl talking is in love with someone who has disappeared (died possibly) ...and their 'situation' has kept them apart and now its too late.


O Great Sun, Awaken from Your Slumber

The black of night swallows me whole…
Tormenting me….
I wish I could jump to the sky
And ride one of those bright stars
into the dawn
Of the new day.

The darkness is the loneliness of my heart
Consuming me…
Knowing you are out there
And yet unable to find me or see me
But still loving you
After all that has passed.

I dream the great sun awakens from its slumber
Helping me….
Ride past the solitude of my situation
And lights up the path chosen for me,
A long journey
Reaching out to my final days.

Death will be my only salvation
Releasing me…
From these chains that bind my soul
And keep me from you
And our moment
To be together, to live, to love…..



Remember: Eat 1 tic-tac = fresh breath. EAT MANY = lots o calories

ACT, SAT, forget it...Give me a test for my soul!!!!!

OKOKOKOK I am guilty. I love taking silly tests that give me 'insight' to my soul. I need all the help I can get....

My Soul test....




I'm artistic...

Read about me & take the quiz


And then my career test....

I've taken the myers-briggs test a billion times. I get the same thing everytime...well once I got P instead of J...but here is what I got from http://similarminds.com/career.html

Let me know if you take them (I allow anon comments) and how you fare. :)

My results...

A New Day....

It is so refreshing that we have a new day in which to just START OVER, isn't it? I mean, every day we are given a chance to do it different. Change what we don't like and make "us" better. With such potential, why do we fail? Who knows. All I know is on days like today, when I choose to be better, I feel better. It makes a difference in my entire day and I hope that when I reflect on my past I think of these types of days. I usually have to start out in the morning with this mindset...Whatever your mindset, I hope you have a great day today.

Remember: Get sunglasses with UV protection. Gotta protect those peeps!

Karen live doing Karaoke!

OK imagine this...you walk into your local workout club and you ask about personal training. You know you need someone to kick yourself in the hiney cakes and motivate you to get and stay in shape. HA! Nothing like a perky blonde with a movie star look to get one motivated. She is petite she is beautiful and she is perfect Um can you say die - no you say work out harder!!! Needless to say, she is a great motivator, listener and fitness coordinator. Tonight I saw a new side...Karen has a night job. She sings! I heard her for the first time and it was so great! I was so excited for her...I just had to come tell about it. YAY KAREN -- Its Great to be You!

When she is famous....remember you heard about her here first from the little people.

Remember: "I got the music in me"

Smile

Bright shiny lights
Black sexy tights
Dancing on a cruise
Funny little muse
Precious tiny heads
Warm cozy beds
Kisses on the nose
Playing in the snow
Funky dancin' tune
Soaked like a prune
Warm sunny days
Musicbox that plays
Sweet children's show
Stickers that glow
Driving 'round town
with the top down!
Sweet happy dreams
Love as it seems....

Remember: Perk up camper...you'll wake up soon!

A Little Late

She hurried through the busy traffic. Just a few more miles to go after what had been such a long journey. Not so much in miles, but in her mind -- her heart, which was racing. She couldn't wait to see him again. He didn't know she was coming but nothing had changed. Nothing. She looked in the mirror as she drove. Aigh! Lipstick on her teeth! Licking it off with her tongue she peeked again. Perfect. Her perfume was lingering in her car - a smell to remember this moment. Their moment. It was her exit to leave the long highway. She turned and saw her final destination only a few blocks away. She got out of her car and straightened her long coat which covered her black cashmere sweater and black slacks. She was shaking as her hands ran down her stomach. She looked down at her boots which made her a little taller and took one last look at her hair in the window of the car beside her. She took in a deep breath that was so chilling going through her lungs and thought "This is it." She opened the door and stepped in. Gracefully removing her gloves from expertly manicured hands. She walked inside and there were so many people. Sudden panic flew over her. "What if I can't find him" she thinks to herself. A man leaving smiles politely at her and she manages a weak toothless gesture in return. She is scanning the large room and begins pushing through the crowd! But just as she is about to give up, she turns to her right and there he is. Just like she remembered.....her heart is beating so fast. He is talking to a young woman beside him and looks so happy. Unable to hold back, she grins to his contagious smile and steps forward. As she approaches, he helps the young woman remove her coat and she notices that his hands linger on her shoulders. He is talking to this person but the words are muffled by the loud music filling the room. Suddenly, someone must have opened the door because a rush of cold air bursts in the crowded space. At first it all seemed like a bad dream happening so quickly. But she knew her eyes were wide open as he leans over and passionately kisses the woman whose coat he holds in his arms. Her mind is juggling a million protests. Wait! What are you doing? I am here! That isn't me! Who is she? What are you doing? No, Don't! Please God! Her panicked heart forces her to turn away, unable to watch the event as it unfolded. She can't retract out of the room because so many people have filled the path she had taken to get to this place. The floor is like thick sand underneath her feet holding her back. Trying to keep her in this place she so desperately wanted to escape. Finally, she reaches the door and knows she must see his happy face one last time. The kiss that would be hers, is over. He leans over the woman's shoulder taking her in his warm embrace. His eyes suddenly fix on her gaze - the one running away...Those eyes she had studied intently. The eyes that melt her heart. The eyes that in their most intimate closeness, etched their mark on her soul. She will remember this moment forever. The moment when two people come together finally after a long space of time apart. Only it wasn't as she had planned. It wasn't the moment she had dreamed about over and over in her mind. The urge to run to him is overshadowed by the truth of what she had just seen. She smiles her best smile for him and turns and walks away....

Remember: Go Vols Beat Notre Dame!

Hands

Look at your hands....what story do they tell? Maybe if I get up the nerve I'll post a picture of mine....I have very small fingers (I can wear kid gloves) and bright pinkish red fingernails (OPI Dutch Tulips)....Are your hands well groomed or are they gruff? Are they soft or rough? Smooth or callused? Hands serve such wonderful purpose.....holding hands, caressing a face, covering a cough, patching up a boo boo, writing a poem...they are true ambassadors to others....

Are there hands you remember? I remember my Mom's hands from my childhood. They were usually wet from working in the kitchen. Her hands haven't changed much -- I still look at them sometimes and remember her cutting my hair, or helping me make cookies or sewing flags for band camp....She has strong hands but they are very dry....Her fingers are tiny and her nails perfect. She doesn't have to 'work at them' either......That is my MOM!

I remember holding my little niece's hand in ICU...praying for her to be better....
I remember my soon to be husband holding my hands on a bus leaving a Cincinnati Red's game
I remember my sister teaching me hand positions on the flute....
I remember my dad ciphoning gasoline out of his car for the lawnmower...holding tightly to the plastic tubing....
I remember...lots of hands... they are a wonderful thing....

I look at my hands...and wonder what story they tell.

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Remember: Only you will ever know your own heart

A song for the "Hands" post

By Jewel

Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be, we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wastful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for whats right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees and, I will pray

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own

And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are...God's eyes
We are...God's hands
We are...God's mind
We are
We are...reflections of God....

Always Wanted....

I always wanted a Saab Convertible. I am not kidding -- from the moment I could drive I wanted one. I would look at them at the dealer and think -- I want one of those soooo badly. Well, I got one. I can't believe it. I told my husband the other day - "This is what I've always wanted. What do I want now?" I have no idea. Its funny though - we always have to WANT more. We can't just be content with our lives. We want a new vacation, a new car, a new house, a new job...Its not enough to have good health and a family who loves us, but it certainly should be. Things get complicated and we mess everything up! Just one day, practice being grateful for the wonderful things in your life. If you have long eyelashes, be grateful for those. If you have nothing to be grateful for, be grateful for the oxygen going into your lungs....We are blessed we just have to see it.

Remember: The past is in the past - don't look back...look forward so you don't smack into a tree.

My New Car!

Hot Stove

You know....sometimes we just need to be smacked. When a child is about to place his hand on a hot stove, a mother will grab his and and smack it. It hurts and hopefully the child will think twice before doing it again but it doesn't hurt as bad as it would if he had placed his hand on the hot eye. The protection is what I miss. I miss my mom knowing what would happen if I did something....the future is so uncertain sometimes as an adult. The hot stove is a job offer, a major purchase, a life changing decision...The only thing we know is that at the end, we die. No matter what...and our choices until our death define who we are.

Remember: All Americans vote tomorrow...its important!