Listening to: Dixie Chicks- Home
This time when he swung the bat
And I found myself laying flat I wondered
What a way to spend a dime
What a way to use the time
Ain't it baby
I looked at my reflection
In the window walking past
And I saw a stranger
I'm just so scared all the time
It makes me one more reason
Why the world's dangerous
Dixie Chicks- Truth No. 2
written by Patty Griffin
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Finally figured out how to set up the page in Word97 so I can print thank you notes on beautiful notecards.
That and the CD player repair that I did today are making me feel like "Repair Chica" again. I have the power!
*musical interlude*
I mistook the warnings for wisdom
From so called friends quick to advise
Though your touch was telling me otherwise
Somehow I saw you as a weakness
I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home
Guess I did what I did believing
That love is a dangerous thing
Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore than never knowing
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home
A home
Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows
Just a place to run when my working day is through
They say home is where the heart is
If the exception proves the rule I guess that's true
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
And I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now every day I wake again
In a house that might have been
A home
A home
Dixie Chicks- "A Home"
written by Maia Sharp & Randy Sharp
*back to CROAKing*
I just really enjoy that song- the three part harmony, the bittersweet tones..
And now I'm distracted by the music and I REALLY ought to get back to RoomCleanDay!
And I STILL haven't seen The Two Towers yet. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!
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Saturday, January 11, 2003
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
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Fun fun fun day today.
The First Annual (Federally Mandated) Sexual Harrassment Seminar followed by the Race Back Home On Your Lunch Hour was held today.
Bah.
On a brighter flashback note, I had a GOOD Birthday.
J had to go up to look at certain things in Potential Academia-Land and invited me along.
She knew I'd jump at the chance... since D lives right across the way from where she was heading.
(Query: Should I ask these two initialled people if they want me to knock off the 19th century posing and use full names... or make up pseudonyms for them...? Sooner or later another J and D will enter the blog and though "confusion is nothing new" to me, I know it may not be for others... Then again... who the heck else is reading this but the people who already know who they are? +sigh+ I'll ask.)
So we headed up and surprised D in the Fortress of (Non-, at least that day) Solitude. Other people were there, but a good conversation was had by all and I learned a valuable lesson. I will _never_ have my Ikka teppanyaki stolen by D. Fhtagn!
We had lunch (more good conversation and merriment), parked back at the Fo(N)S and struck out for campus.
He took us on a lovely and DarnNearAll-Encompassing Tour of Campus and we even got to take a gander inside the TEC.
Back to the Fo(N)S and more good conversation until it was time for J and me to return back home.
I'm really glad that those two have met. No hackles raised on either side that I could notice, and I got to spend time with D on my Birthday.
Came home, had the Fam Birthday, talked to my Poet-Terrorist For A Better Society on the phone and subsequently decided to come out of FLOvian retirement.
What's a FLOvian, you ask? Have at it.
And I'm starting a fic about underground home contractors.
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Fun fun fun day today.
The First Annual (Federally Mandated) Sexual Harrassment Seminar followed by the Race Back Home On Your Lunch Hour was held today.
Bah.
On a brighter flashback note, I had a GOOD Birthday.
J had to go up to look at certain things in Potential Academia-Land and invited me along.
She knew I'd jump at the chance... since D lives right across the way from where she was heading.
(Query: Should I ask these two initialled people if they want me to knock off the 19th century posing and use full names... or make up pseudonyms for them...? Sooner or later another J and D will enter the blog and though "confusion is nothing new" to me, I know it may not be for others... Then again... who the heck else is reading this but the people who already know who they are? +sigh+ I'll ask.)
So we headed up and surprised D in the Fortress of (Non-, at least that day) Solitude. Other people were there, but a good conversation was had by all and I learned a valuable lesson. I will _never_ have my Ikka teppanyaki stolen by D. Fhtagn!
We had lunch (more good conversation and merriment), parked back at the Fo(N)S and struck out for campus.
He took us on a lovely and DarnNearAll-Encompassing Tour of Campus and we even got to take a gander inside the TEC.
Back to the Fo(N)S and more good conversation until it was time for J and me to return back home.
I'm really glad that those two have met. No hackles raised on either side that I could notice, and I got to spend time with D on my Birthday.
Came home, had the Fam Birthday, talked to my Poet-Terrorist For A Better Society on the phone and subsequently decided to come out of FLOvian retirement.
What's a FLOvian, you ask? Have at it.
And I'm starting a fic about underground home contractors.
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