I'm not leaving

But I thought I would give you a summer tune - lyrics by Bobby Vinton

'Tho we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling I promise you this
I'll send you all my love
every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love
every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling you won't be there
I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love
every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

Let's talk

"The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously."
Hubert Humphry

"What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do."
John Ruskin

"If you don't know where you are going, you will probably end up somewhere else."
Laurence J. Peter

"A lifetime is more than sufficiently long for people to get what there is of it wrong."
Unknown

"Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws."
Douglas Adams

"I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow."
Woodrow Wilson

"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them."
George Bernard Shaw

Chances Are

Well, here we are again;
I guess it must be fate.
We've tried it on our own,
But deep inside we've known
We'd be back to set things straight.

I still remember when
Your kiss was so brand new.
Every memory repeats,
Every step I take retreats,
Every journey always brings me back to you.

After all the stops and starts,
We keep coming back to these two hearts,
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall.
After all that we've been through,
It all comes down to me and you.
I guess it's meant to be,
Forever you and me, after all.

When love is truly right
(this time i'ts truly right.)
It lives from year to year.
It changes as it goes,
Oh, and on the way it grows,
But it never disappears,

Always just beyond my touch,
You know I needed you so much.
After all, what else is livin for?

Clouds

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all


~Joni Mitchell

Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we cameA
nd go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

~Joni Mitchell

Free Spirit part 4

You are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life...Your entire life. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul.
Anna Quindlen


Tags: Observations, Personal Lessons, Poetry

Little Gracie

Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia.

It may be creepy to many people but I have always enjoyed roaming through cemeteries. So many lives, so many memories, so many stories, so many histories. As interesting as I find cemeteries, I have no desire for my bones to be placed 6 feet under. My history is being created here in the blog. (No worries people, I am in good health so you have many posts to look forward to!)

Tags: Savannah, Observations, Personal Lessons, Relationships, Travel, Family

No words needed

Victory Drive, Savannah, Georgia February 2006

Free Spirit part 3

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our stature's touch the skies -
Emily Dickinson


Tags: Observations, Personal Lessons, Poetry

Refrigerator Inspiration

Growing up the front of the refrigerator became the household bulletin board. We had a refrigerator with the freezer on the top and the refrigerator on the bottom. No side by sides for my Mom - there was no way a side by side ever (and to this day) has enough space to hold uncooked and leftovers. My Mom cooked every day but Saturday. Saturday night was date night so Dad was responsible to take the kids out for dinner at either The Varsity, Burger King, McDonalds or Krystal's.

But I digress, back to the refrigerator - Mom would put the free calendar from the local funeral directors in the center of the freezer door so we could add to the calendar anything we had important going on. Recipes, pictures from parties, bills that were due, invitations to parties occupied the refrigerator from time to time. About a two months ago Mom decided to clear off the refrigerator - she said it needed cleaning (which meant my Mom was bored that day and the clutter on the refrigerator finally annoyed her - if she could only see the clutter on the counter top all would be good). My sister and I (being the evil sisters that we are) took bets on how fast the clutter would make its way back to the refrigerator front. We called it Creepy Clutter. Eight days - only took one party invitation and the clutter returned. We gave her two weeks.

Clutter never happens on a stainless steel refrigerator. You can't put magnets on a stainless steel refrigerator. I think my Mom would have refrigerator clutter withdrawals with a stainless steel refrigerator. I know I would!


Here's some tidbits of wisdom (or nonsense - depending on your preference) from the magnets on my refrigerator:

Create time for: today, life, fun, vacation, play, home

You enjoy the future.

We succeed to want a cool life vacationing. Enjoy it today.

I think I love You.

We want fun. Get it.

See. Play. Welcome. Grow. Enjoy time home.

State I want to succeed in the land of oz.

We see love and welcome growing it.

Get focus. Expand. Have force. Invest. Shop.

Have a focus. Expand in the future.

Grow loving in life.

State business. Think high. Succeed. Expand. Invest and create cool great fun.

Work is for business.


Tags: Observations, Family

Flowers

I did such a good job of bringing in the mail, taking out the trash, washing and changing the sheets on the bed, enjoying the pool and taking care of 2 dogs and 3 cats, I got a bonus!

This is a really cool bouquet by Jade-Glass. The petals are interchangeable and come in a variety of colors that you can purchase and then change out as the mood strikes you.

My Glasses

In response from a request from Eileen. My glasses are Alain Mikli's if you know designers. I'm sort of hooked on his styles which is not a good thing because just the price of the frames give me a heart attack every time (so far I have 2 pair) I go to buy new glasses. Ouch!

I eat it too!

I like my cake! Sometimes I get to eat it too. No I didn't make this cake. The bakers at the Four Season's hotel made this cake from a picture for my friend's 50th birthday party. I just wanted to share it with you because it was so pretty.

Have some cake and eat it too! Life's too short to not enjoy something like this!


Tags: Atlanta, Observations

photo

This is the picture I would like to use for my main page. If anyone has a clue how to get the html to load so that it will post, I would be very appreciative. Thanks,








Update: I took another stab at this and used a little imagination versus the instructions given by the blogger help site. Viola - I did it! Yea me!


Tags: Atlanta, Observations, Personal Lessons, Technology

Free Spirit part 2

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife,
I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.


I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle–
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me–
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads–you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tags: Observations, Poetry

Free Spirit

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1915)

Tags: Observations, Poetry