Today is icky!

It is muggy and hot and yucky. There isnt even any sun to compensate for the ickiness. Oh well.

I just finished my Public Speeking class. I didnt think it would end so soon. I did well. I got an A. Next is Intro to Business. Hmmm...

Jeff is playing in New York tomorrow night. Foothills Performing Arts Center. =)

Here is a pic of his new ( Read more... )

 
Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

When you say, "I love you," mean it.

When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

Be engaged ( Read more... )

Before I was a Mom I never learned the words to a lullaby ( Read more... )

"Do not stand at my grave and weep"
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. ( Read more... )

Friday July 13th, 2007

Whaling City Festival

4:00 pm

RISE

• Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?

•   Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money?

•       Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

•       Why do they use sterilized needles for ( Read more... )

I am amazed at this piece of news I read today...

Watch the video on this site that shows how they figured this out.. Un-friggen-believable...

http://www.tjmitchell.com/stuart/rosslyn.html

Musicians unlock mystery melody in Scottish chapel

By Kate Kelland Tue May 1, 9:47 AM ET

LONDON (Reuters) - A Scottish church which featured in the best-selling ( Read more... )

People love others not for who they are... but for how they make them feel.

- Irwin Federman

1000 Marbles:

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.

Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.  A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of ( Read more... )

"Last Song"

The light that's in your eyes, like everyone wants it to be
Well can't you see that it must be this way
Who knows who's wrong or right, just as long as you're here tonight
Just like my mother, always taking my likings away
When nobody's watching us

I missed the last song
I blame myself for just standing there too long
I missed the last song
I ( Read more... )