Don't I wish it were true! LOL
So who do you "supposedly" look like?
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Hummm.....
So I changed my ear candy. I love the 70's sounds that are coming back! (yes, really) So I put on my new favorite song, then I notice that it says:
"Maroon 5 Make Me Wonder (Clean)"
So is there a Maroon 5 Makes Me Wonder (Dirty)? Anyone?
"Maroon 5 Make Me Wonder (Clean)"
So is there a Maroon 5 Makes Me Wonder (Dirty)? Anyone?
Grilled Cheese? Who'd a thunk
You Are a Grilled Cheese Sandwich |
In your opinion, the best things in life are free, easy, and fun. You totally go with the flow. And you enjoy every minute of it! Your best friend: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Ham Sandwich |
http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/">What Kind of Sandwich Are You?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I Love Spring!
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Dream
So I had this dream.
I was in the temple.
I was in the C. Room waiting for Jared when a woman walked in and smiled at me.
She looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her.
She sat down next to me and touched my hand and said "You understand don't you".
When I heard that Australian accent I knew right away who it was.
Kylie.
I didn't quite recognize her because she was perfect and unblemished.
So like I said, she said "You understand don't you" and I said "Of course I do".
Then she said something like "Now I can look after everyone" or "Now I can be everywhere" or something like it.
Then she just looked around the room for a minute and we were silent. Then she said "It's beautiful isn't it". And I said "Yes" and nodded. Then she got this look in her eye, a grin, and whispered in my ear "People are just DYING to get in here ya know?" And I went to stick my elbow in her side and give her a "Kylie!" Or a good scolding and she was gone.
In the chair where she sat, was a piece of paper.
I picked it up, and this poem was on it:
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
Ever since that dream I cannot think of Kylie and be sad. I've cried enough for now.
I was in the temple.
I was in the C. Room waiting for Jared when a woman walked in and smiled at me.
She looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her.
She sat down next to me and touched my hand and said "You understand don't you".
When I heard that Australian accent I knew right away who it was.
Kylie.
I didn't quite recognize her because she was perfect and unblemished.
So like I said, she said "You understand don't you" and I said "Of course I do".
Then she said something like "Now I can look after everyone" or "Now I can be everywhere" or something like it.
Then she just looked around the room for a minute and we were silent. Then she said "It's beautiful isn't it". And I said "Yes" and nodded. Then she got this look in her eye, a grin, and whispered in my ear "People are just DYING to get in here ya know?" And I went to stick my elbow in her side and give her a "Kylie!" Or a good scolding and she was gone.
In the chair where she sat, was a piece of paper.
I picked it up, and this poem was on it:
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
Ever since that dream I cannot think of Kylie and be sad. I've cried enough for now.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Kylie Watson
In Memory of a Loving Mother, Wife, and wonderful friend.
Half a world away, and still one of the best friends ever!
One year She was even Santa Claus to my children.
She was the one I told all my secrets to.
She always made me laugh.
She was a true example of what a friend should be.
She was my late night sanity.
She knew how to talk me down from the ledge.
Why couldn't I have done thae same for for her?
I will miss you terribly my Ky Ky.
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