It's true - I have been knitting now for almost a year and I love it. It's fun - it's a great thing to do when I want to keep my mouth shut at large group functions. (i.e. - I am naturally a person who shares far to many of his opinions at large gatherings - knitting is saving me from total embarressment - I know can shut my mouth)!!!
I love this picture!!
It's been a while
by me
it's been a while that i have spoke
about my truths it's time to poke
the job is normal, bad as hell
or is it me filling my well
the film is moving very fast
it's fun to learn about the past
but than sometimes, i need to stop
before my head begins to pop
so i sit at home with my cute guy
we make our dinner and wonder why
we work so hard at stupid things
and dream of more career flight wings
but there has been a major major change
we're doing the work we have found the range
between the artist child inside
and the major block we've tried to hide
but to hide the block is not the answer
we should face the thing as if it's cancer
the blockage killer the radiation
is to begin the process of creation
a simple poem like this that's bad
will prevent the child from going mad
I have my new song for the moment...
Little boxes, the lyrics are attached.
This is how I feel right now.
I am a circle in a world of little boxes.
I have to finish my Miss Piggy post today. I will try to remember - anyway - check this song out on itunes - very simple - yet very apropo (sp?).
1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
I am going to start keeping a BOSS PTO Calendar
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Monday, July 25, 2005
Boss emailed that he will be out of the office all day. He is seeing the doctor "today as she wants to do some tests on my proboscis."
ok - so I am removing all of mention of my job - check this link out and be careful.
If I told the truth, I would have to tell you about my obsession with Miss Piggy. I don't remember when or why it started, but as a child, I was a Miss Piggy fan. Obsessed is the only way to describe my child infatuation with the female piggy.
On my fifth birthday, I had the chicken pox. It was horrible. And than she arrived, in a big wrapped package with a blue bow. - to be continued - I am at work...
