all i want for Christmas is YOU!

i'll just be waiting under here for you . . .

oh the weather outside is frightful!

tis the season to be Merry!

I AM GOING TO DANCE . . . EVERYDAY!

just so you know . . . i REALLY like you

and

i'll probably end up getting hurt. . .

but i think YOU are worth the risk . . .

i am afraid to go up in my attic!

it's a beautiful day. . .
the fog has lifted.
watch out here I come.

i'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here

i could have met you in a sandbox
i could have passed you on the sidewalk
could i have missed my chance and watched you walk away

i'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here

mic - you are so right.

could it really be MY turn?

patience . . .patience . . .patience . . . patience . . . PATIENCE
i'm counting on the old saying; Good things come to those who wait.

Your typical Sunday . . .
drive to Kokomo to have lunch with parents . . . check!
come home and set 'critter' trap in attic to catch whatever the hell is up there . . . check!
climb up on roof of house to reattach chimney vent that allowed an open hole for critter to obtain access to attic in the first place . . . .check!
go on a leisurely bike ride on a beautiful day, get lost in a neighborhood (who knew all these neighborhoods were connected?!?) end up riding MUCH farther than anticipated - but enjoy it anyway . . . check!
BLINK . . .it's almost Monday again . . . .check, check!

you were meant for AMAZING Things. . .

just an observation. . .there is so much hurt and loneliness out in the world.
the often illusive happiness that everyone aches for isn't found in a bottle or a crowded bar.
i'm just amazed at all the pain, often not spoken of, but seen in the eyes of those hurting.
why is happiness so hard for some to find? are past mistakes forever a part of our being? do they prevent us from finding that which we want so much? it is impossible to depend on someone else to bring you happiness - you must find it on your own - within yourself.
it's time to stop beating yourself up - ask for forgiveness and then forget it - let it go and get on with life. there are no 'do overs' in life. you've just got to pick yourself up and get on with it.
so much easier said than done, isn't it? we are so good at finding fault with ourselves and why we are undeserving. just stop. stop beating yourself up. it's time to move on, again, and maybe again. stop robbing yourself of that which you deserve . . . HAPPINESS. . . there is nothing you have done that can not be forgiven. it is time to move on, just choose to do it.

Life is Good . . . . . .truly!

i want to be the EXCEPTION and not the rule.
(please, just this one time)

Thanks for making my day . . .
it really is the simple things that make me smile.

YOU have invaded my thoughts. . .
and you don't even know it.

I wonder if you even thougth twice about me?

When the world welcomes us in,
We're closer to Heaven than we'll ever know
They say this place has changed,
But strip away all of the technology
And you will see
That we all are hunters,
Hunting for something
That will make us okay.

Here we lay alone
In hospital beds tracing life in our heads
But all that is left
Is that this was our entrance and now it's our exit,
As we find our way home.

And all the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us, into our end,
Where we begin to understand.

We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.

"You were a million years of work,"
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
They kissed your head and said,
"You're a good kid, and you make us proud.
So just give your best and the rest will come,
And we'll see you soon."

And all the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved,
Follows us into our end
We begin to understand

Maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
And the answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine, mine, mine
Made perfectly mine

We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of love.
Caused by the lack of love

Needle and Thread by the AWESOME Sleeping At Last

for your collection . . . .

I'll be back . . .oh yes, I'll be back . . .

I REALLY do think I'm meant to live in a little village abroad. . .

How can a heart that’s so full feel so empty?
A beautiful smile and behind it the pain.

A life that appears to be all one could want.
And yet no one knows, no one knows.

Sometimes the future seems bright and then . . .
often the wonder of what beauty death may hold.

The perfect life a myth – it’s even harder than they tell you.
It’s best you don’t know and live day by day.

When do you realize that life’s passed you by and no matter the effort
. . . .why continue to try?

Were it not for you I’d given up long ago. Sometimes it’s the mountains that challenge us to continue to climb.

How did I get here? Wasn’t it just yesterday? Life seemed so simple. Maybe tomorrow . . .yes, maybe tomorrow.

I LOVE to drive by

the BARK PARK. . . .

ALWAYS a guaranteed SMILE!!

There is a reason this moment is called the present -- because every opportunity you get to pay attention to what's going on is truly a gift.

So if a circumstance is intense or feelings are running high, learn to focus on the reality going on in front of you rather than running away or trying to soften it with some illusion of your own making.

Comprehending the totality of an experience is invaluable beyond words.

Life in the F-A-S-T L-A-N-E

I went to the fair tonight . . . .



. . . .and wanted to bring home a Pygmy Goat for my Zeuser