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The power of music...just be open

"Doubt startin' to creep in, everyday it's just so grey and black.
Hope, I just need a ray of that
'Cause no one sees my vision
When I play it for 'em, they just say it's wack.
But they don't know what dope is.
And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this.
All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest.
You picked me up, breathed new life in me. I owe my life to you.
Before the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do.
But it just dawned on me; you lost a son. See this light in you? It's dark.
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you.
I don't think you realize what you mean to me, not the slightest clue."


"It hurts when I see you struggle.
You come to me with ideas.
You say that these are pieces, so I'm puzzled.
'Cause the sh-t I hear is crazy,
But you're either getting lazy, or you don't believe in you no more.
Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form.
Can't make …

Dear Dad...

Dear Dad...

Well its been almost 11 years since you passed.  It seems a lot has changed since you were here, or at least it seems to me.  The biggest thing I notice is that you are not around for me to call anymore when I have those bad days.  I miss hearing your voice on the other end of the line.  Sometimes you gave advice and other times you just listened.  I always counted on you being there and I kinda miss it every so often.

Mom is doing okay.  She misses you the most, although, i would say it is a tie.  She has her health issues, but she she is doing okay. I try to visit her as often as I possibly can. She is getting fragile but still as beautiful as you remember her.  She has a smile that warms the core of my being and our relationship since you passed has become incredibly strong.  If I can't come visit, I try and give her a call weekly just to let her know that I love her.  She is still an avid crossword and now souduku puzzle figure-outer (I just made that word, I know y…

Movie Review: After the Wedding

This was an interesting look at the human condition and what really drives us. Do humans always sell out to money, or do they consider the greater good? How do we determine where our life is best served, or is that decided for us?

The story is that of Jacob Pederson, who manages an orphanage in India. He loves his children but the facility is in desperate need of funding. He is sought out by an investor that is apparently impressed by what he does and makes a journey to Copenhagen.

Upon his arrival he is taken to a fantastically lavish hotel and then meets with Jorgen Hannson, a successful entrepreneur who wants to fund Jacobs orphanage. The two talk shop for a bit and then Jorgen says he has to go as he is prepping for his daughters wedding the following day. He invites Jacob to come.

Upon arriving late to the wedding due to traffic, Jacob catches the end of the wedding. He becomes the focus of Helene Hanson, Jorgen's wife. The glances become more obvious and after a …

The Cab Ride

Too good not to post. Thank you Mom so much for sharing and helping me keep perspective.

The
Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened.

A small woman in her 90's stood before me.

She was wearing a print dress

and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.

There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and
glassware.

'Would you carry my bag
out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.

She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.

She kept
thanking me …

***updated*** Nine Words Men NEED to learn

click link to see a hilarious video: woman translator

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes .. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do I t!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men.. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous s tatements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she w…

Introspective song for the travelers

This is a great song if you travel on the road. Thanks Margaret

Been Too Long On The Road
By Bread

Always look so good on the outside
When you get to believing it's true,
Then you know that you're on your way
People tug on your shirt, say you're lucky
You've got everything you want, but you don't
yet you dare not say

Go downtown people running around
They climb slowly dragging you downtown,
Horns make a dent in your mind
Plush rooms make a blinding your eyes to see, blinding me
Light, lovely light, won't you shine in my window
Love, precious love, won't you fill every room
Been too long on the road

Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
Maybe biting the hand that I feed so I'll try
Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom
Makes you drop what you used to hold in your hands
All the things you planned

Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares
Like the devil she does what comes ever into your mind
Then gone, leaving you with the coldest room, the oldest gloom
Warm,…

I love technology

Technology is truly amazing. I remember not too long ago, in a galaxy far far away when I used to write letters to my friends. It was a tedious process in that you had to write the letter, find out how many stamps it would take, figure out postage rates for international vs domestic mail, and then mail it off. You would drop the letter in the mailbox and then wait, and wait, and wait some more and wait a little more and then when you stopped waiting, a letter would come for you. I remember feeling so elated to have the letter in my hands and opening it and reading the contents. Sometimes you had to read it more than once to see what it is all about and make sure you understood it completely.

If you were at all like me, and maybe you weren’t, I saved all the letters from my friends and girlfriends in a shoebox. I would take some time out once or twice a year to read the letters and reminisce. It seemed so normal, yet now it seems so antiquated. We don’t handwrite letters any…

*Small Request*

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In memory of our moms, dads, brothers and sisters, friends and loved ones of whom there are so many.

This year has been one with too many diagnoses too close to home. For all the friends, family, loved ones, and those we don't even know...

*Friday * *Feb. 4th* *is world cancer day - I'd appreciate it if you will
forward this request*

A small request.. Just one line.

Dear God, I pray for a cure for cancer. Amen

All you are asked to do is keep this circulating, even if it's only to one
more person.
In memory of anyone you know who has been struck down by cancer or is still living with it.

A Candle Loses Nothing by Lighting Another Candle..*

Please Keep This Candle Going*

And you thought Norwegians were dumb

Thanks for sharing mom..

Norwegian Math Test

A Norwegian fella wants a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test.

Here is your first question, the foreman said. 'Without using numbers, represent the number 9.'

'Without numbers?' The Norwegian says, 'Dat's easy.' and proceeds to draw three trees.

'What's this?' the boss asks.

'Vot! you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make nine,' says the Norwegian.

'Fair enough,' says the boss. 'Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.'

The Norwegian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. 'Dar ya go.'

The boss scratches his head and says, 'How on earth do you get that to represent 99?'

'Each of DA trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99.'
The boss is getting worried that…