Saturday, December 16, 2000
Footprints In My Mind
I have been this way before, drawn to the sanctity of time
Impressions on the sand; Footprints in my mind
My tears fell like rain and as I watched them slash onto the ground
They shattered into oblivion, disappearing, never to be found
Like the salty sea of emotion streaming down my face
A trail to plot my journey in this never-ending race.
I have been this way before, the scars are just a dulling ache
Footprints in my mind; I am strong, I will not break.
My smiles brighten the darkness, on the loneliest of nights
Casting shadows behind me, dancing in the fading lights
Like a lantern on the ocean, mirroring a yellow glow
A ship slowly passing, sailing beyond the shores of woe.
I have been this way before, the times are worn with age
Footprints in my mind; a book of seasons fill every page.
My heart sings the love songs, melodies of sunny skies
The symphony of life; a cantata filled with lows and highs
Like a haunting harmony of voices, cascading over a waterfall
To drift gently on the river, serenity for one and all.
I have been this way before, the rainbows color my way.
Footprints in my mind; journey into another day.
~Kaycee Nicole 2000
12/16/2000 12:32:16 PM |
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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.
12/16/2000 08:44:48 AM |
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Friday, December 15, 2000
My Window To The World
I stand here at the window - my window to the world.
It's gray and dreary outside. The sky is heavy with precipitating clouds. I see the slushie mess, and people trying to walk carefully across icy patches. I wonder what the drivers are thinking? Or the person rushing through the cold?
Tiny streams of warmth rise up and disappear quickly. People are huddled together at the corner waiting for the bus to pick them up and continue their journey to the next stop. Where are they going? Are they in a hurry? What kind of mood are they in? Are they talking as they wait?
I hear only eerie silence and low murmurings - from my window to the world.
I can reach out and feel the coolness of glass against my fingertips. It's not enough to capture what is happening below. Or hear the sounds vibrating around the street. I miss those sounds.
Sometimes I think part of my senses are withering away. I have to rely on my memory for some of the simplest things. How cotton candy feels when it disolves in your mouth. How it feels in your hand. What it smells like.
I imagine one of those strangers who's waiting for the bus is grumbling to themselves about the discomforts. I'd love to trade with them for just a few minutes. Just to feel the moist sharp air sting my cheeks. I want it so badly it almost hurts thinking about it.
My window to the world is my ability to remember what every day things were like. Some of the thoughts I have bring me tears. Some bring me smiles. All of them bring me visions of yesterday.
Some people lust after possessions. Some lust after physical beauty. I'm lusting after what lies beyond this window. My selfish desire is to be out there. I've never been prone to selfishness but in this case, I can't help wanting what I can't have.
I can still dream.
12/15/2000 04:21:50 PM |
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A Birds-Eye-View
Several years ago as a Psychology project our class had to study birds.
A lot of my classmates thought it'd be easy. You know... look up in the sky, hey there's a bird. Yup, sure is. Oh, it's a brown bird. Yup, sure is. Write that down... saw one brown bird. Yup, sure did. Okay, that's enough. You write the report on it. WT....
Of course that's not what the teacher wanted. He wanted us not to go to the birds... but to see if we could get the birds to come to us. First problem... how do you get them to come. By making several houses available. So we began our Bird Housing project. We ended up with about eight styles. We had to prove several different theories. One of them was: Do birds have different tastes in style?
Next we had to find a spot to cluster our Bird Housing development. For some reason there are never many trees on High School Campus's. Isn't that sad? We had one tree, and I could see this might be a problem depending on how many birds flocked. Ahh... but I decided not to say anything just yet. It was that mischievous side of me kicking in.
We had the bird houses, we had a spot, so we placed them securely on the tree. Sort of looked like a misfit of ornaments when we were done. All we needed were feathered residents to fill it up. It took awhile.
Then the ugly events began to enfold. Okay, obviously it was first come, first serve. A little brown sparrow had its choice, and she flew from one to the next checking them all out. She finally decided on the luxury small, but sturdy coffee can home.
The choices were... a large coffee can, a small coffee can, fancy painted general store birdhouse, an old insulated boot, a stick and mud miniature indian hut, an old hot-pink record carrying case, an earthen clay pot, and a triangular wood house.
Here were our residents: Cardinal in the large Coffee Can, Brown Sparrow in the small Coffee Can, Robin #1 in the General Store, Barn Swallow in the Old Boot, Finch in the mini Indian Hut, Bluejay #1 in the Record Case, Robin #2 in the Clay Pot, and Bluejay #2 in the Triangle.
The first thing we noticed was Bluejay #2 was a bully. At different points he'd decide someone else's home was better and chase them off. It was like a game of musical houses for awhile until the other birds decided they'd had enough of his controling attitude. They all reclaimed their original homes to his dismay. And we noticed he kept trying at different times to shake up the community. It never worked for long.
At first the birds would leave and bring back their food. Until they discovered the nearby picnic table of students. It was a classic case of Let's feed the birds some bread, and it turned into a swoop, snatch and grab scene at lunch time. And again the most aggressive was our bully Bluejay # 2. He just seemed to promote trouble.
Then the problem I'd been thinking about started happening. Let's just call it the Attack of the Sliming Poop Bombs. Nothing was safe. Not cars, not heads, not lunches. And they invited their feathered friends to the housewarming parties.
Ahh... the things we can learn about co-habitating peacefully in a community filled with different dispositions and personalities. I know birds aren't people. But like all living things they have instincts to stay alive.
It was a pretty interesting project to do. I learned a lot by observing that bird community all those weeks. What impressed me the most was the little sparrow, and barn swallow. Small, but unafraid to take on the big guy to keep their home. Also, seeing the other birds put the big bluejay in his place without harming him.
There's always one in every crowd.
12/15/2000 10:02:29 AM |
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(Do They Know It's Christmas?)
Band Aid Christmas Song
~ Midge Ure and Bob Geldof
It's Christmas time; there's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time
But say a prayer to pray for the other ones
At Christmas time
It's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
Oh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone
Here's to them, underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
12/15/2000 08:14:49 AM |
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Thursday, December 14, 2000
Snail Mail
I wanted to share a few kewl things about some of my Christmas cards. Amazingly... not one of them have been the same.
Then I get the ones made from a picture. Awesome! Like the one from Lee. Aww man... they're gorgeous! And Dan & Shelly's boys...Daniel and Bradley. I love those smiles.
I don't get my mail everyday because my aunt's haven't been able to bring it to me. Haven't gotten the cards from Pat or Patty yet. (Hey Check Patty out... she is totally kewlio!) But I will. I'm glad ya'll told me so I can watch for them.
12/14/2000 03:47:53 PM |
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KCommando Day
John...Halcyon...Styn!!! I seem to celebrate National Commando Day every day. Mah hahahaha. Hmm... Did I say that? My bad. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I love you John. /hug hug
Are you smiling??? I been missing you.
12/14/2000 02:37:49 PM |
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KCheer In KCountry
Hmm... let's see. I'm making a list and checking it twice. Lisa do we have enough snow yet? Cease all praying or I'll have to have Todd toss you in that big snow pile in front of the house. Woo-hoo.
Hopefully Mom will get here today. Dad sort of kidnapped her a few days ago. Ugh, I have a feeling he's been getting an ear full. And I'm sure I'll have some explaining to do to her too. S'okay, it's not the first time I've been in trouble... but I know all the secrets to make her laugh. She's no match for me. haha.
My Christmas card tree is growing with awesome colors. And I'm so excited to have heard from some friends in Texas, Vermont, Michigan, Arizonia, Illinois, Maryland, Colorado, Washington, Idaho, Georgia, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Tennessee, Maine, Arkansas, Florida, Oregan, California, Indiana, Minnisota, North Carolina, and Virginia.
Then there's Edmonton, AB (DaddyRay), Vancouver, BC, Scarborough, ON and Hong Kong.
That's 24 States so I'm almost halfway. When I made that comment to mom about the 50 states and other countries I never thought I'd get even half... so this is way kewl.
I'm going Christmas shopping today... yeee-ha. Thank goodness for the WWW.com or I'd be giving out luxurious salt and pepper packets wrapped in napkins. Or plastic tube jewlery. Mah hahaha. Hey, now there's an idea. /wink
You think I could get the docs to allow my electric drums here and become the lounge entertainment?? Hmm... maybe I better not ask!
Okay... so smile already.
12/14/2000 08:11:31 AM |
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The Little Drummer Boy
Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King
Pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum
So to honor Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come
Little baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King
Pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you
Pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum
12/14/2000 07:17:11 AM |
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Wednesday, December 13, 2000
A Day Of Reflection
My e-mail has made me cry.
Crying is good. It makes me reflective and when I'm reflective I always think of other things. It's all good.
When I decided to do this weblog it was strictly a selfish thing. I've always been able to write things down so this self-expression was for me. To not harbor what I'm feeling but to be able to let it go. For me writing and poetry have been therapeutic. It's the future Physical Therapist in me. Sometimes you have to do what you can to help yourself. That's what writing is to me. A way to help heal myself.
It helps to get words of wisdom, support and love from awesome people like Dad Dan, Big Brother Randy, and Dad Al. /hugs
Al wrote this phrase: There are a lot of casaulties in Kaycee's battle with cancer. I'm changing it to say: There are a lot of KCasualities in the KCancer battle. Seems more appropriate.
And it's true. I'm not trying to take away from anyone else's fight. They all have casualities in the war. It's individual just like the disease. It's a phrase with a lot of meaning behind it. I've never taken it lightly how my family and friends are affected. I can't.
I got to thinking about this lady from church we knew. Since mom's not around to correct me I can tell my version of it for now. I'd pretty much grew up seeing Olivea (pronounced O-leave-ah) in church every Sunday. From the very beginning she seemed old to me. Like a grandma to a kid (I didn't put that very well.) She always wanted to hug and kiss you, pinch your cheeks, that sort of thing.
As I got older I noticed she had the saddest eyes. Even when she was smiling they just seemed like they held so much unrest. I knew her family had lots of problems but I guess I never really understood how deep they went. Olivea had a really bad stroke that left her unable to get around for awhile.
After she came home from the hospital my mom called me and my sister into the kitchen to help her. Mom told us we were taking food over to Olivea and make sure she had everything she needed.
You see Olivea raised kids, and grandkids, and great grandkids. Most of her kids didn't turn out to well. And a bunch of the grandkids weren't much better. They just took and took and took. She lost a daughter, she lost a grandson, she lost her husband. She had kids on drugs, grandkids on drugs, grandkids in jail. It's no wonder her eyes looked so sad.
But she was always giving. The house she lived in was hot in the summer, cold in the winter. It looked like it could fall down about any second. When I think about it, Olivea had a lot of reasons to give up on life. I never knew all that until the day mom took my sister and me to her home.
We used to tease mom about all those disposable aluminum pans she had but we found out why she had so many. She used them to put food in so she could leave them. That day we had a bunch of prepared food. When we got to Olivea's we put it in the kitchen.
It was probably one of the worst house I'd ever been in but we loved Olivea and it didn't really matter. My sister and I picked up the toys laying around so she wouldn't trip over them. Mom cleaned up the kitchen. We all helped make beds.
A little while before we were getting ready to go Olivea's oldest son came in. He was way older then my mom. I watched him dig through the food we'd brought. He got a plate, filled it then told his mom she needed to do his laundry. ACK!! I couldn't believe him. Mom gave me one of those looks to zip my lip. And I did.
Before we left Mom made sure Olivea had food. She worried the rest of Olivea's family would eat it and not even offer her any. I worried too. I just couldn't believe after all she'd done for her family they'd be so uncaring and ungrateful.
I'm not sure Olivea has ever known happiness. That's the one thing I can say I've had a lot of.
After thinking about that awhile I know how fortunate I am.
12/13/2000 02:35:24 PM |
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Snowflake... My Pretty Little Snowflake
It's started snowing last night again.
This morning I stood at the window and watched the white magic fall. I pressed my nose onto the window. There's these little tiny snowflakes raining down. I wish I could see them up close. They say every snowflake is different. That's millions and milloins and millions of uniqueness falling all around you. Do you feel special? I do just seeing it.
It's hard to just watch and not go out and play. I don't think I'll ever outgrow that feeling. I hope no one else does either.
I'm feeling a little lost today. Lost within myself I guess. Not sad, not happy... just somewhere in the middle. Kind of like that song title I used about my dad, UnBreak My Heart by Toni Braxton. I'm a music person. I listen and let it carry me away. You can always find a song to express how your feeling. That's the great thing about it. Poetry with a melody:
Unbreak my heart... I cry so many many nights. Come back and say you love me. Don't leave me out in the rain... under this hurt you caused me. Unbreak these tears...
It'll go away soon. The love of others will see me through. So smile for me.
12/13/2000 11:28:26 AM |
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Tuesday, December 12, 2000
UnBreak My Heart
One of these days I'll learn to keep my mouth shut. And maybe when I learn to do that I'll save myself a lot of grief.
I keep thinking my Dad will find it in his heart to say the words I'm wanting to hear. I'm not sure why he bothers to come. I don't really think it's to see me. I just want to hear him say something... anything about how he's feeling. I'm tired of trying to read his mind. I'm tired of crying over something I can't change.
When Dad came in tonight I watched him. He didn't see me, he was to busy looking at the tubes, the dangling bags, the liquid gold that keeps me sustained. It took him forever to look into my eyes. I clung to my usual belief that he would make the effort. But as usual I was wrong.
Dad: How are you?
I wanted to say fine, peachy, wonderful, great but I couldn't get those words out. They refused to come out of my mouth. I looked at him and felt the tears pooling up behind my eyes. Instead I asked sadly, "Can you handle the truth? Or do you just want me to gloss over it and tell you what you want to hear. Do you want the *pretty words* Dad?"
Dad: You don't understand.
Me: I think I do understand but you need to explain it. I need to hear you tell me the reasons why you're turning away from me. Why is it you can't love me anymore. *I looked at him and my tears began slowly* I've already died a 1000 deaths because you can't accept me as I am.
The worst punishment is silence. He knows I can't take his silence.
Me: You know G-ma would tell you to go on... to be happy... to remember... to love.
Dad: Leave your Grandmother out of this. Kaycee you don't know what she'd say.
Me: But I do Dad... she said all those things. She was right. She was honest about it. Why can't you be? Why can't you just tell me?
Dad: Don't be disrespectful Kaycee.
Me: I'm not disrespecting you. I'm trying to save the respect I have for you but you won't let me. You can't protect me from this. No one can.
It's not your fault, it's not mom's fault, it's not God's fault. It's not anyone's fault. You have to quit blaming some time. Why not now? All I want is for you to believe in me. Dad... you used to believe in me. Just believe in me.
He didn't have to say anything. I saw it all in his eyes. He didn't believe. I closed my eyes tightly trying to keep the tears away. I thought about all the parents who stood by their children through every terrible heartbreak. They never gave up on them.
Here I am. The worst thing I ever did in my life was keep the truth from my dad for 2 lousy months and I'm banished for life. I don't even want anything but three little words from him. That's it. How hard is that? And why does it have to hurt so damn bad knowing it won't come?
I don't really have any pride left where my dad's concerned. I wiped my tears, held my head up and told him, "I hope you have a Merry Christmas and if I don't see you again always remember this... I'll always love you."
My Hands Are Small I Know, But I Am Not Broken.
If I could tell the world just one thing
it would be that we're all ok
and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
for light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
but they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
it didn't steal your laughter
and heartache came to visit me
but i knew it wasn't ever after
we'll fight, not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what's right
cause where there's a man who has no voice
there ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
but they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
in the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
but they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
but they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
we are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands
~ Jewel
12/12/2000 11:45:18 PM |
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The Best... Santa Baby
From the ages of 4 to 9 years old I got to go to the Annual Children's Christmas Party.
It was for the employee's children where my dad worked. They'd have cookies, candy, punch, balloons, entertainment, just like most parties. But the highlight was when Santa came to visit. He'd sit up front in this big throne-like chair and one by one the families would be called up. It was for kids 9 and under. They'd go up, sit on Santa's lap and he'd tell them some things about them. We'd all ooh and aah that he knew. Then he'd ask what else we wanted for Christmas and tell us he'd do his best, but we better be good all year, not just because he was coming.
It took me about three years to figure out who Santa really was. On every day but that Christmas party I knew Santa as Mr. Poppa Wes. I'd run to his office when we went to my dad's work with a penny in one hand and a bottle of root beer in the other. The minute I got to his door I'd poke my head around the corner and half whisper, "Is Mr. Poppa Wes home?"
Whatever he was doing he'd stop, even if I interrupted a meeting. He'd get the best smile on his face and say, "There's my pretty Kaycee lass. You better come here before the tickle monster comes." I'd squeal and run up and hug him.
He'd always share the root beer with me and for a penny I got two handfuls of candy. He was so awesome with kids, always listening, and he couldn't hug any of them enough. I wasn't disappointed to find out he was Santa because in my heart he was everything Christmas meant all year. Loving, caring, giving. He was the perfect Santa. And he loved all kids. They were all important to him.
During the Christmas season he picked his little elves to help him. I was one from 10 to 14 years old. For 4 years I helped him visit rest homes, schools, dorms, shelters, hospitals, and other places. I watched him work his magic on everyone, but the kids are who he lived for. He'd take bags of goodies. What wasn't donated he'd buy himself. He'd been doing this for over 20 years. And he still loved it. Every day he lived like it was the Christmas season.
Poppa Wes used to come to my basketball games. He'd always sit in the same spot. And I knew he was there when I heard, "Do I need to replace the rubber on your shoes yet?" I learned so much from him about unselfishness. I know I was just a kid, but I was honored to be called his friend.
Even after he was diagnosed with Colon Cancer he never missed one time playing Santa and the opportunity to give. Just after celebrating his 5th year of being Cancer free, it suddenly came back with a fury. In four months he was gone. It was one of the hardest funerals to go to for all of us. But just like his life here, I knew Poppa Wes was doing what he always did.
Every Christmas since then I've noticed I keep looking for him behind the Santa suits I see. Poppa Wes just had the knack to be the perfect Santa.
It isn't the suit that makes someone the essence of Santa Claus. It isn't the beard, or sitting listening to kids tell you what they want. Or the flash of the camera capturing a man in a red suit. It's holding in your heart the true meaning and spirit of Christmas.
It's the awesome feeling of unselfishly loving all people. It's bringing joy all year around, not just during the holidays. It's giving and making time for others. It's not about showiness but artful discretion. It's not about having to do something, it's about wanting to do it without seeking the glory of it.
When I see that extra twinkle in Santa's eye, I know in my heart they're the perfect... Santa baby.
I hope the spirit of Christmas lives in me every day just like it did for Poppa Wes. He was an awesome teacher.
12/12/2000 09:22:15 AM |
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All I Want For Christmas Is You
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you...
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...
You baby
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need -
won't you please bring my baby to me...
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see you baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You...
All I want for Christmas is you baby...
12/12/2000 07:47:37 AM |
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Monday, December 11, 2000
*Grumble Grumble* Am I the Grinch?
Nope I'm not the grinch... but my server is today.
My internet connection is so slow... I had to send a search party out to find it. Bah da bing! Haha. Well actually today it wasn't far from the truth. I got to read one e-mail then the whole thing crashed. So I'm not the Grinch... it is!
Even now it's not liking anything. Guess it doesn't like this major chill either. Speaking of chill... Mark came in and his lips were practically blue, and his ears were bright red. I asked him what he did:
Mark: I slid two blocks to get here.
Me: In your car? Is it that slick out?
Mark: No, not my car. I used my can most of the way. And yes, it's that slippery. At least an inch of ice beneath the snow. And colder than *bleep bleep*
Me: You fell on your butt? *he nods* Why didn't you drive?
Mark: Sliding was faster. /wink
Me: /roll Did you have on gloves, a hat, long johns...
Mark: *holds up his hand* Stop right there Mother Kaycee. My pride was injured and you're worried about what I had on...
Ok... I plead the 5th now!! Haha.
So I spent the day trying to stay awake. I've been pretty tired lately. I think I amazed everyone.
But during my quiet time I was sending energy, sunshine and prayers for Dan. I can always spare extra so if you can, send 'em Dan and Shelley's way.
I also had to get a few shots. Ugh. You don't even want to know where. It wasn't to fun but I know I needed them.
12/11/2000 10:15:37 PM |
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Sunday, December 10, 2000
Special Delivery
Here's an update on my Christmas card tree.
It's looking pretty awesome. I've received cards from Vermont, Michigan, Arizonia, Illinois, Maryland, Colorado, Washington, Idaho, Georgia, Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma.
I've also gone international with Ontario, Canada, and Hong Kong (hmm... betcha can't guess who that one's from... woo-hoo).
My tree of love is bea-U-ti-ful!!! Thanks everyone!
12/10/2000 09:44:23 AM |
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Thanks everyone for the Christmas song links.
Hmm... I like Charlie Brown but that's not the song. There's a debate going on here about it. Some of the staff and Mom think they know the song I'm talking about but can't remember who sang it. Dad Al I think is close, he said it's an Eddy Arnold song. I don't know who Eddy Arnold is but the title of his song was Just Like Christmas. But I haven't found the lyrics to it so I'm not sure.
On my CD at home it's a variety of Christmas songs sung by different singers and groups like the Beach Boys, Amy Grant, and John Tesh. I've had it about 4 years and usually wear it out with my other Christmas CD's this time of year.
Mark brought me a Christmas CD called Holiday Reflections right after Thanksgiving. It's totally kewl. It's instrumental. Some kind of jazzy, some piano solo's, etc. He told me, "Maybe this will keep you calm." Haha.
Yeah... for about 30 minutes.
12/10/2000 09:06:34 AM |
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Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
12/10/2000 08:38:44 AM |
° i am the warrior °
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