Tuesday, March 29, 2005

 

new favorite song

ABRA MOORE
Family Affair

I sleep all day, what makes me feel this way.
When everything's a bust, when everything keeps loosing my trust.
Where do we begin with this unhappy ending.
Where do we begin after all that we've done.
How do we begin to say I forgive you
And how do we begin to repair this family affair.
I think about the neverending way that my day never seems to want to end
I think about the loneliness of loosing a friend.
Don't take it away from me
Don't take away the one love that matters.
And I'll get well you'll see.
Your all I have, you're my family.
Is their ever enough love, ever enough.
Where do we begin picking up the pieces.
Where do we begin after all that's been said.
And how do we begin to say I still love you.
And how do we begin to repair this family affair.
Don't take it away from me
Don't take away the one love that matters.
And we'll get well, you'll see
We're all we have, we're family, family.
Where do we begin.

Friday, March 25, 2005

 

It started

Today I started to make the changes. I hated the way the blog was looking. I hope the new look will be more pleasing. So as you all know this is a work in progress. I will be staying up just a bit longer to work on it then I must force myself to try to sleep. lol My mind is on a roll.
Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

 

Sock Monkey

I just bought a cute sock money She was not selling them but I emailed her and asked how much for one. I hope she starts to sell. So many people are into monkeys etc. little girls right now.

Check them out.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

 

Easter Shopping

Since Easter has become the "new" Christmas I asked my boys what would they like Alex said he is to old for a basket. Since when is 16 to old for a basket? Well I always wanted a basket because I LOVE chocolate. He suggested a card with money. LOL Oh we are a really teenager now. So now he and his brother both are getting a card with some money and yes a bunny I had to stop at Esters and get some candy. Just one bunny to attach to the card. It will help me get through the fact they don't need or want baskets any longer.
Karley now on the other hand is not getting a basket either. She is getting a Easter bag with an outfit for her Monkey a card with money and some candy. That is it Easter is easy.
Now if I could only make my Christmas shopping this easy I would not be stressed out.

Trying to figure out what to make for dinner on Sunday I have the basic stuff. It is the "meat" I need to figure out. I really don't want a ham. I am thinking about a couple of good steaks. Oh on the grill. Z Man could grill those bad boys right up. Just might do it. Gonna talk to the boys to see what they think.

Well tomorrow is Monday I must go to bed. It will be a long day and I am really tired.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

 

For H

I know you feel this song is for me. Thanks! I hate you and this song. You were so right in what you said and I will never be able understand why. Oh this to shall pass oh I must be on down slide. I need a pick me up. A beer a good friend ole friend. lol.

Artist/Band: Brooks And Dunn
Lyrics for Song: It's Getting Better All the Time
Lyrics for Album: Greatest Hits Collection 2

I don't stop breathing every time the phone rings
My heart don't race when someones at my door
I've almost given up thinkin' your ever gonna call
I don't believe in magic anymore.

I just don't lie awake at night
Asking God would get you off my mind
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time.

Yeah, I got to work on time again this morning
This old job is all that I got to live
And no one even noticed I'd been crying
At least I don't have whisky on my breath.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna make it
'Cause God won't make a mountain I can't climb
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time.

God, I hope your happy
Girl, I wish you well
I just might get over you
You can never tell.

I always thought that I'd do something crazy
If ever saw you out with someone else
But when the moment came last night
I couldn't say a word, I stood there in the dark all by myself.

Yeah, I could of said a million things
All I did was keep it locked inside
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time.

It's getting better all the time...


 

Beginning of the End

Brooks and Dunn have said it best: "The Long Good Bye" It's so hard to deal with all of the crap that is going on. He wants his freedom.... he wants to go to work and do what he wants that is what he is use to doing. He is use to having no responsibility. Me well lets see I have been full ( and then some lol) of it since my mom died, well before she died. Twenty 21 years now

I know they say if you love somebody
You should set them free
But it sure is hard to do
It sure is hard to do
I know they say if you don't come back again
Then it's meant to be (so they say)
Those words don't pull me through
Cause I'm still in love with you
I spend each day here waiting for a miracle
But it's just you and me goin' through the mill
climbin' up a hill

This is the long goodbye
Somebody tell me why
Two lovers in love can't make it
Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart
No matter how hard I try
I always make you cry
Come on, baby, it's over let's face it
All that's happening here is a long goodbye

Sometimes I ask my heart did we really
Give our love a chance (just one more chance)
But I know without a doubt
We turned it inside out
And if we walked away
It would make more sense
But it tears me up inside
Just to think we could still try
How long must we keep running on a carousel
Goin' round and round and never getting anywhere
On a wing and prayer

This is the long goodbye
Somebody tell me why
Two lovers in love can't make it
Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart
No matter how hard I try
I always make you cry
Come on, baby, it's over let's face it
All that's happening here is a long goodbye

Long goodbye
Long goodbye

I love this song. Oh this to shall pass. Just another bump in the road.

Friday, March 18, 2005

 

Not for me but.......

The about information for this DigsMagazine states that it is written for post college and pre-parenthood quasi adults. Well I have read some of the articles, found some craft projects, some really interesting recipes and I am really don't fit their readership bill.
I will probably spend some more time this weekend reading more what this site is about. I like the one article about how the lady is living without a TV I am all for that just don't take my computer or my radio and all is good. The real Ragu recipes is wonder I hate it when I feed my family jar sauce but find it easier at times to do so.
This all came about today because I was looking for duvet/comforter covers and this site came up well they had how to make one. I like the idea of making it and their directions were simple. Which ever if you get a chance you must check it out it is some thing different of a website.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

 

sick of being sick

I am so tired of being sick. I have been sick since January with something. I AM DONE! I WANT SPRING TO COME! I figure if a few warm days would come I just might be able to get this cleared out.
Today is the day I am doing nothing. I am doing things for me. I just might take a nap.
Today I will wonder way Jesse is such a jerk. He is so self centering, so self serving, to hell with whatever one else needs. His needs come first. He is such a jerk. He just does not have a clue. He never will. Oh! How can I be in love with such a man like this. Only when I refuse to talk to him does he try to be nice......hum
Gee you would think he would be nicer be nope. All we hear around here is the fact that he is 43 and some other blah stuff. I keep telling him to get the hell out of the 50's. lol We left the 20th century maybe he should join us in the 21th century.
Maybe I am I just being nasty because I am being sick...........(thinking)............ NOPE.......... he is just being a jerk and wants his way all the. Gee I know some 2yr olds like that.
Well since today today is "my day" maybe I will fix this ugley blog. I hate the way it looks.

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