Friday, November 30, 2007
Songs in Your Head
There is a bit of a game I like play at work on occasion, called, put a song in my co-worker's head. I walk around casually singing a line of a song and wait to hear other people singing it later, and feel so amused at my power. But, today, the game is on me. I have a song stuck in my head, an Amy Grant Christmas carol, that my co-worker, DAvid put there INTENTIONALLY by singing one line repeatedly from his office. So, I tried to use my countermeasure of singing "It's Howdy Doody Time" over and over, but so far, Amy Grant is winning. (And, yes, I do get my work done, eventually :)
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thankful
For:
1. A baby in a rooster suit
2. Puzzles with a son in law
3. Crochet lessons with a patient daughter
4. Mere's interpretive dance
5. Snow in Abilene
6. Hugging the parentals
7. A husband who carries on
8. Phone calls from NY
9. An awesome God who provides it all
1. A baby in a rooster suit
2. Puzzles with a son in law
3. Crochet lessons with a patient daughter
4. Mere's interpretive dance
5. Snow in Abilene
6. Hugging the parentals
7. A husband who carries on
8. Phone calls from NY
9. An awesome God who provides it all
Friday, November 16, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Boston

Two of my girls in Boston town.
and I would like to share a poem
by Edward Arlington Robinson
Boston
My northern pines are good enough for me,But there's a town my memory uprears --
My northern pines are good enough for me,But there's a town my memory uprears --
A town that always like a friend appears,
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be
A downward flash of something new and fierce,
That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Dogless Days
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