Two weeks later. |
I know it's a little late for this. All the candlelight vigils and remembrance ceremonies and news stories were over two weeks ago. But I heard this Alan Jackson song on the ...
Posted by Jodi on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 06:54:00 PST |
I know how she felt. |
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Posted by Jodi on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 11:54:00 PST |
Dorothy Parker |
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Second Love
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"So surely is she mine," you say, and turnYour quick and steady mind to harder things-To bills and bonds and talk of what men earn-And whistle up th...
Posted by Jodi on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 10:52:00 PST |
W.H. Auden |
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Funeral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out th...
Posted by Jodi on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 11:10:00 PST |
Karen Carpenter. She says it all. |
Album: The Singles 1969-1973Title: Rainy Days And Mondays
Talking to myself and feeling oldSometimes i'd like to quitNothing ever seems to fitHangin' around, nothing to do but frownRainy days and mond...
Posted by Jodi on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Restless nights. |
Every day I get up, take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to work. Then I come home, cook dinner, we watch some TV, go for a walk, Leo takes a bath, and we go to bed.
And I don't sl...
Posted by Jodi on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 09:08:00 PST |
I love John Denver. |
I've been lately thinkingAbout my life's timeAll the things I've doneAnd how it's beenAnd I can't help believingIn my own mindI know I'm gonna hate to see it endI've seen a lot of sunshineSlept out in...
Posted by Jodi on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 07:16:00 PST |
It Feels Like Rain by Buddy Guy |
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Down here the river meets the seaAnd in the sticky heat I feel ya open up to meLove comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricaneAnd it feels like rainAnd it feels like rain
Underneath the s...
Posted by Jodi on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:13:00 PST |
Teach Your Children Well |
You who are on the roadMust have a code that you can live byAnd so become yourselfBecause the past is just a good-byeTeach your children wellTheir father's hellWill slowly go byAnd feed them on your d...
Posted by Jodi on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 01:54:00 PST |
I remember |
My Grandma Workman died Tuesday. She was in the late stages of Alzheimers. Which meant she couldn't even talk anymore. My father would tell her his name every time he visited her and...
Posted by Jodi on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:05:00 PST |
