Life can be hard
when you're stuck
up against a wall
Did you know that if
you keep trying
and never forget your dreams
you can never fall
Just keep holding on and know
It isn't all blue skies
It isn't all grand
The world that you walk on
can't be put in your hand
But if you just believe
in possibility
you'll love those blue skies
every sunshine you see
But if tomorrow
turns gray
and you can't find
you're way
Just reach out you're hand
and I'll be there for you
pulling you through
Cause it isn't all blue skies
It isn't all grand
The world that you walk on baby
can't be put in your hand
But if you just believe
in possibilites
you'll never doubt
any of your dreams
No matter ho lonely
No matter how hard
You'll find a way
You'll see it through
Cause I always believed in you
No matter the blue skies
No matter how grand
Even when the world you walk on
can't be put in your hand
And when you believe in everything you do
I will still be there to see you through
Friday, November 10, 2006
Dear Tom
Sitting here
Staring at you
and all that you do
Looking for a second chance
to hear your voice laugh
I never said thank you for that
Will I ever get that chance
Your memory dance in front of me
and that's all that I see
I'm thankful for every last class
and every bad joke
we laughed at
I never said thank you for that
Will I eve get a chance
And tonight
as I sit in the light
Wishing you'd come back just once to say
"Confound that chalk!!"
I never said thank you for that
Will I ever get that chance
So I hope your happy now
where you're found
You were saved the night
I cried out my eyes
Now your in a glow of light
that makes everything right
It is where your meant to be
standing in a halo I can't see
I never said thank you for that
And I'll never get my chance
Novemeber 3, 2006
Sitting in the car on the ride home to Yonkers I relized that this was my first wedding. For a girl that is as much a romanic as myself it's kinda depressing. No wonder I'm such a romantic. I want romance soo much, because I've never actaully seen the whole process. But this wedding would give me the opportunity as I thought trying to not think about the windy road that was slowly turning my stomach.
When I finally reached how I got ready in the dress that some would describe as hippish, but is something I described as elegant. Plus it matched my hair at the time lol. And to my astonishment I got ready in less than an hour, if you don't count the hour i spent getting my nails done and a cup of coffee in starbucks...its good to be back to civilization i thought as i sipped in totally confident in my surroundings for once. one hand on the wheel, one on the coffee cup.
The wedding as a whole was small, intamate, and romantic on so many levels. Along it wasn't typical. no one cried accept the groom, my new Uncle Matt. I thought it was sweet but i wanted to pull my Aunt Susie's hair just to make sure she would cry in pain. Serioulsy you get one day to wear a beautiful white dress with the waterproof mascara. Why you aren't using it is beyond me? lol
The reception however is another subject on so many levels. Starting with cocktail hour and ending with dessert one thing is the one the lisit...the buze. Personally I'm not a heavy drinking, but you know how the saying goes..if there is a fountain why not (although there really wasn't a fountain you get the point)
So what does any college girl do...well of course start with an apple martini (heavy sting) then work her way to champange, followed by more champagne. Then I had a good spear and had two glasses of shirley temple with extra cherries. even so though the champange had taken it's effect on me. To the point that I was so timpsy that I went dancing with the rest of my drunk realtives that were having a blast, considering they couldn't even dance to the beat anymore.
I'll give my mom creadit though. she was doing pretty well considering everything she drank.. I personally believe that all the alcohol went to her knee numbing it so that she had the ability to dance that way she did lol. I mean the band was impressed enough to have her help out on some neil diamond songs they did just for her. lol which was fun cause the last time i had seen my mom sing was when she was wasted on my girls scouts trip in grade school lol
Some one that didn't fare well however was my dad and any women at the party that was sitting down for too long lol. He had this weird passion to get everyone and anyone up on the dance floor. not only to dance, but also so he could hurl them across the floor. his timing was so bad that when i was dancing with him i became so dizzy that i forgot what song we were even dancing to, slow or fast. that was because everything with him was fast....hmmm makes me think lolol
Overall it was good though. i'm glad my family let loose. they work really hard and they never get a good chance to have a good time without the kids to worry about. And now that i'm not one of kids anymore its good to be in their club. its almost like the fights all went silent in this wonderful agreement over champagne.
Start with champagne end with water and tyelonol lol
to the next wedding i can't wait...white lillies and all
When I finally reached how I got ready in the dress that some would describe as hippish, but is something I described as elegant. Plus it matched my hair at the time lol. And to my astonishment I got ready in less than an hour, if you don't count the hour i spent getting my nails done and a cup of coffee in starbucks...its good to be back to civilization i thought as i sipped in totally confident in my surroundings for once. one hand on the wheel, one on the coffee cup.
The wedding as a whole was small, intamate, and romantic on so many levels. Along it wasn't typical. no one cried accept the groom, my new Uncle Matt. I thought it was sweet but i wanted to pull my Aunt Susie's hair just to make sure she would cry in pain. Serioulsy you get one day to wear a beautiful white dress with the waterproof mascara. Why you aren't using it is beyond me? lol
The reception however is another subject on so many levels. Starting with cocktail hour and ending with dessert one thing is the one the lisit...the buze. Personally I'm not a heavy drinking, but you know how the saying goes..if there is a fountain why not (although there really wasn't a fountain you get the point)
So what does any college girl do...well of course start with an apple martini (heavy sting) then work her way to champange, followed by more champagne. Then I had a good spear and had two glasses of shirley temple with extra cherries. even so though the champange had taken it's effect on me. To the point that I was so timpsy that I went dancing with the rest of my drunk realtives that were having a blast, considering they couldn't even dance to the beat anymore.
I'll give my mom creadit though. she was doing pretty well considering everything she drank.. I personally believe that all the alcohol went to her knee numbing it so that she had the ability to dance that way she did lol. I mean the band was impressed enough to have her help out on some neil diamond songs they did just for her. lol which was fun cause the last time i had seen my mom sing was when she was wasted on my girls scouts trip in grade school lol
Some one that didn't fare well however was my dad and any women at the party that was sitting down for too long lol. He had this weird passion to get everyone and anyone up on the dance floor. not only to dance, but also so he could hurl them across the floor. his timing was so bad that when i was dancing with him i became so dizzy that i forgot what song we were even dancing to, slow or fast. that was because everything with him was fast....hmmm makes me think lolol
Overall it was good though. i'm glad my family let loose. they work really hard and they never get a good chance to have a good time without the kids to worry about. And now that i'm not one of kids anymore its good to be in their club. its almost like the fights all went silent in this wonderful agreement over champagne.
Start with champagne end with water and tyelonol lol
to the next wedding i can't wait...white lillies and all
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