tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83046572024-03-07T09:51:23.159-08:00Chasing The Moon............Random thoughts, observations of a working, almost 50 something mom of two boys, ages 13 and 15. Living day by day, one toilet seat at a time and when time permits, chasing the moon..............
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-79139389208248038092013-01-01T00:26:00.002-08:002013-01-07T06:11:41.039-08:00Goodbye 2012!! Hello 2013.....<strong><span style="color: white;">I've been a very neglectful blog owner this past year or two or three.... It seems that Twitter and Facebook is the easy, lazy way out of blogging. Posts can be made in a snap and deep thought doesn't seem to be a pre-requisite in either of the two. However, like in years past I will do my best to sum up the year via this blog.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Ten things I learned in 2012....</span></strong><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">1. Quickly approaching the big 50, my dreams seem to get bigger and my convictions stronger...</span></strong></em><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: orange;"><em><strong>2. I no longer believe that I can trust EVERYONE without doubt, except MYSELF .</strong></em></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><em><strong><span style="color: lime;">3. There will always be "ANTI" someone in your life. Someone who proclaims the rules a soul should live by. Those rules will typically be aligned by the very boundaries they have set by their own life, a life that is not yours. Why walk they line of someone who does not dwell in your environment? Stand strong and stand proud by the choices you make....</span></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: cyan;">4. I realize this year was an election year, however I don't think it was really necessary for me to learn the political views of all of my Facebook friends in one year. There is something to be said about 'less is more.....' Whatever happened to a little mystery?</span></span></strong></em><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">5. In 1897 Pearl B. White decided to add fruit juice to a geletin product and named it JELLO. The product fumbled and struggled. It eventually made its mark as a desert type substance. In 2012 myself and a friend have attempted to master the art of creating unique concoctions of Jello and alcohol. We have created a following of consisuers. And while others may mock our social documentation of these said masterpieces our legacy continues to grow.</span> </strong></em></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><em><strong><span style="color: red;">6. I can be a little rough around the corners, I always have been. However, if you passed Drivers Ed, even with a low score and can master your driving abilities you will find, I'm worth the effort. Crash dummies need not to attempt this route....</span></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: orange;">7. Sometimes all of life's answers can be found by watching the movie "Forest Gump" for the 64th time.....</span><br />
<br /><span style="color: lime;">8. Don't even attempt to question my children's motives, desires, abilities, imagination, belief that they can and will achieve anything they set their minds to. They will. If they struggle, waiver, trip or stumble, they have me to support them. Win or lose, succeed or fail, with me by their side, they will continue to attempt to achieve anything they can imagine....</span></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: cyan;">9. My kids are my life. With every breath I take, every move I make, they are reason I get up each morning and why I'm still where I'm at. I will be here until they take flight and find peace in their journey....</span></strong></em><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">10. I still believe in me, more then I ever have. I believe in the destiny of what I will become and the magnitued of my convictions. I believe in the impossible and the unimaginable. I believe I can achieve anything I set me mind to. Watch out 2013!!! </span></em></strong><br />
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Life has a way of teaching us lessons about the the people we choose to surround ourselves with and the paths we choose to take. We all think we are unique in our choices, our passions and our circumstances. But maybe, just maybe, we are not as unique as we think. Maybe, we are so very similar in our lives, sometimes we mirror each other in our experiences without ever really knowing it.....<br />
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Over time I have had to let go of people in my life that I've believed were my "everything". I've had to re-examine the people who I gave so much power to, but did nothing but scar my soul. Looking back, I now realize that by giving them so much power in my life, I in turn took power away from myself. In a sad pathetic way, I grieve my ignorance. How foolish I have been to believe in others more then myself!<br />
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Life is like that sometimes. You sell your soul in the belief of something "special", "more real", "something, better, stronger", some lame sense of "destiny" that you believed in with all your heart, but they didn't. Sometimes, for some people, "Destiny, is nothing more then the here and now." Destiny for some people is more about the immediate satisfaction.<br />
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Destiny is a hard thing to sell. And in all reality it should never be sold to anyone. Either you believe in or you don't. If you don't, then it's all about what feels good and floats your boat. The problem with people like that is, sometimes the wind changes, and so does their desire.... <br />
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Despite the life I have lived and the paths I have chosen, I still believe in destiny. However, after spending a lifetime in believing in fate, destiny and soul mates I have come to the realization that it is not for everyone. Sometimes, the object of your desire, your faith in a heart of a soul that wanders, is for not. Sometimes, it's wasted a a soul that is never meant to find a home that dwells in contentment. <br />
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What I have learned over time is my heart does, it seeks compassion, harmony, passion and lust all in one...... For this I live, and for this I will forever search for.....<br />
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In my heart of hearts, I know without a doubt what my potential is, where my passion lies, and what drives my soul. I now know what my heart and soul deserves.... I will settle for nothing less... Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-69796454182777896492012-02-04T18:21:00.000-08:002012-02-04T18:21:38.546-08:00Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth (Gotye - Cover)<iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9NF2edxy-M?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-66910220245246455972011-01-26T01:21:00.000-08:002011-01-26T01:28:19.308-08:00An Ode to Love and Me....<b></b>As I look back on my life and contemplate the choices I've made, there are thousands of left's or right's I could have taken, for this I am sure. However, regardless of the outcome, when I lay my head on my pillow each night, there are truths that I know.... deep within in my heart, without doubt that cannot be disceted, disbuted or erased by any strike of the key, deletion of an e-mail or cancelling of a post......<br />
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<b></b><i>"Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you." - Vipin Sharma<br />
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"You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love." - Henry Drummond<br />
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"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection. " - Buddha Siddhartha Gautama<br />
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"Pooh, promise me you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I am a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said. - A. A. Milne<br />
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<b>"You live, you die, but if you never try, life goes on without you..." Truth be told, "I tried. I believed. I loved....." - Me <br />
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<b><i>“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”</i></b> - <i>Theodore Isaac Rubin <br />
</i>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-69291578945030099442009-03-09T19:47:00.000-07:002009-03-10T06:10:05.183-07:00100 Things 6 - 10...........<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">6. I am addicted to Coca Cola. Please don't confuse this with Diet Coke. Which sends me off on another tangent.... Have you ever noticed that so many people who drink Diet drinks such as Diet Coke or Diet Pepsi are still overweight or obese? What's up with that? All those diet drinks and it still means nothing!! I'd rather drink the real thing and still weigh less then those who consume mass quantities of the diet thing. When I say I am addicted to Coca Cola, for me, that means: I will not, do not drink Pepsi, ever! I will instead choose a 7-Up option such as Sprite, Sierra Mist, whatever. I hate Pepsi! It's sweetness overwhelms me. I can't explain it any better then that.......</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">7. I first started playing tennis in middle school. In high school I played varsity tennis all four years. My high school team sucked. We could never beat the richer schools and their privately trained kids. We couldn't compete with professionally trained players, it was a fact, plain and simple. But what we lacked in skill, we made up for in tenacity. You know, sometimes when the chips are down and you can't see the sun for the rain, you go with option "B". While the rest of the team was dreading the match, I was plotting it out in my head. My best offense was defense. If I could get to the ball fast enough, I would try my best to return it with full force by aiming for them. I know, I know, maybe that was unprofessional or perhaps unsportsmanlike. Who knows, but if you know they are going to slam you with their serves or their fast returns, or at the net, what else is there to do, but run up to the net with a vengeance, acting like a crazy fool , with your eyes wide, stopping short, from foaming at the mouth!! My only goal was to return the ball while doing my best to make a direct hit on their body, their whatever..... The goal was to return the ball in a manner they could not return, albeit a bit whacked. I know, it was what it was, was but damn, it sure the hell made it a more even playing ground. It was all legal, and all psychological. And you know what? It was worth every point!!!</span></strong><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">8. The older I get the more secure about myself I get. When I was younger I spent so much time worrying about what other people would think, or say. Now, in the big scheme of things, it really isn't that important to me. People are going to think what they are going to think. They don't know me, and if they think they do, I know better. Life is like that, people look at you and judge you based on what they see, where you are from, the car you drive, the house you live in. It's all so superficial. When you look at me, you can't see my talents, you can't feel my passion, you don't know my potential....</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">9. I love the rain. I never carry an umbrella, wear a hat or a rain coat. I've never bought a pair of rain boots and would prefere to be barefoot in it all if I could. I love the smell, the feel, the touch of the rain on my skin. I find it all very intoxicating and erotic and cleansing...........</span> </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">10. I'm not a follower. I don't care who the "In" celebrity is. I don't care who the "favorite" canidate is. On social issues I'm a free thinker, on political issues I don't lean with the masses. My favorite books probably aren't your favorite books. What I do in my spare time will more then likely not be what you do in your spare time. I teach my kids to be independent souls, not to follow but to take a chance and lead. And if by chance no one follows them, maybe that is a good thing, because being different takes courage...... </span></strong></p>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-21915082111994200202009-03-06T23:03:00.000-08:002009-03-09T17:47:46.803-07:00It's Friday Night & The Feeling's Right.....<strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh it's Friday Night and the feelings right, yes it's Friday night and the feelings right...... Oh what a night!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh yeah!!!! What a night...............................................</span></strong>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-55128047125924954642009-02-19T22:20:00.000-08:002009-02-19T23:07:35.065-08:00Time To Begin Again.....<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Just when you think that you can't see tomorrow for the clouds, someone comes along that teaches you a new song, shows you a new play, a new day, a new promise....<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Life is weird. Maybe, so much of it really is nothing more then an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">illusion</span>, merely an act in a play so much larger then any of us could imagine. Maybe, what we thought was our be all, to our do all, really isn't. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></span><br /></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>While mourning a lost love/friend that I believed in with all my heart, I found myself discovering something new, more real, more honest, more raw, something bigger then anyone or anything I've ever known. I have discovered something that has made me catch my breath. I've found myself believing once again in myself, my dreams, my potential and all that I have to offer yet never realized by others.<br /><br /></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">While <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grieving</span> my loss, I found myself becoming bored and tired of trying to compete with images from the past, with souls that I've never met, that have played such a heavy roll with the ones I've loved. I'm done with them, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pedestals</span> which they have been placed on, and the time that I've wasted wondering just why they even matter in the big scheme of things. Truth is, they don't. Those souls are merely obstacles in the game of life. Beings that cross your path, appearing to be mirages in a desert, tidal waves in a lake, snow storms in the summer. Don't get me wrong, yes, they play an important part in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">someones</span> life, just not mine..... <br /></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tonight, I lay my head on my pillow, not dreaming of my past or the souls that have filled it, but rather the souls that are present and real and honest in my world today... That is my future..... The future I choose to live in..............</span></strong></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-25446277343611506282009-02-07T20:58:00.000-08:002009-02-07T21:10:11.865-08:00If I Could.......<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I was surfing the net, feeling a little lonely and missing some some friends that I have lost over the last couple of years. This song touched my heart and said what words could not.....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">If I Could......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">A brand new baby was born yesterday,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">Just in time</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">Papa cried, baby cried</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">Said, your tears are like mine</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I heard some words</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">from a friend on the phone,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">didn't sound so good</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">The doctor gave him two weeks to live</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I'd give him more if I could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">You know that I would now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">If only I could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">You know that I would now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">If only I could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Down the middle drops one more</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">grain of sand</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">They say that</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">new life makes losing life easier to understand</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Words are kind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">they help ease the mind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I miss my old friend</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">And though you gotta go</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">we'll keep a piece of your soul</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">One goes out</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">One comes in</span></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">You know that I would now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">If only I could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">You know that I would now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">If only I could</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">Jack Johnson...</span><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-73308469575275780862009-01-30T22:00:00.000-08:002009-01-30T22:43:18.264-08:00100 Things, Five at a time.....<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">We've all seen these lists. They started a bazillion years ago in blog land. I vaguely recall doing one after seeing it somewhere after several late night surfing trips. However, when they first appeared, they were mostly one-liners that just hinted on the subject but never really explained the whole who, what, where, when and why of them.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">So here we go again. This is my attempt at that list, one more time. This time I'd like to think I'm a little bit wiser, a little more real, with absolutely no desire to impress anyone. Most importantly I will have no intention of censoring myself and who I am.......</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">1. I color my hair. I'm not ashamed of it. I first started going grey when I was in my mid 20's. Yes, it's true, that was a couple of decades ago, I have so moved on. My dad started going grey in his 30's. It's genetics, it is what it is. I'm not a better person for it, or a worse person because of it. I have enough confidence in myself to know it doesn't define who I am......</span></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">2. My astrological sign is Cancer. I love the water. And where do I live? In the middle of the friggin' desert!! What's up with that? When I shut my eyes, I know down the road I will be living on the coast somewhere, anywhere. I have three sisters and a brother in South Carolina. I've been there several times and I love it. The humidity is tough, but the water was beautiful. But you know, I am a westerner, and I love it! My heart is on the West Coast. I love the Pacific. But when all is said and done, it's the water that I desire the most. I get lost in the peaceful movement of the water, the feeling of sun kissed cheeks, the tightness the salt brings to my skin, the feel of the breeze on my body and the smell of the ocean as I inhale. I guess, that is why I spend so many of my vacations on the beach somewhere, Mexico, Hawaii, anywhere where the sun is warm and the sand is soft......</span></strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">3. I don't do sick. I know that sounds like an odd statement but so far up to this point in my life (o.k. show me some wood, so I can knock!!) I am relatively healthy. Yes, I could lose some weight, yes, I could build some muscle. But when it comes to the every day life kind of sickness I am relatively healthy. Because of my job I come into contact with several, students a day who are sick with the cold, the flu, pink eye, lice, whatever. And you know, after three years, I have faired extremely well. If I dare to venture beyond this job to the one before, that I held for 18 years, I could say the same. I don't get sick easily. I have a very strong immune system. I don't know why, maybe alcohol kills things, maybe some of it is mental, who knows. But, all in all I'm an ox. I have a 0% call in rate for my employer and the one before that, with the exception of a funeral here and there due to the loss of both my parents......<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">4. I detest snobbery. O.K. so maybe that isn't a word, but the idea, concept of it, still evokes disgust on my part. I find people shallow who judge people from the house they live in, the cars they drive, the books they read, where they live or the job they have. I don't care what art you appreciate, what operas you go to, or the plays you view. It doesn't matter. Unless you have experienced all walks of life you how can you judge anyone or anything? The words of a famous dead poet over that of an passionate angry young soul are unique unto their own. Arrogance annoys me. I haven't the time or the patience. It doesn't impress me......</span></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>5. The older I get, the more scared I get about losing a family member or friend. When I was younger, I took waking up for granted. I had my next day all planned out to the minute (give or take a few). However, this year I have lost a couple of friends due to death. I'm not ancient. I'm under 50, but they were barely over it, and they are gone. A lot of people my age are not faced with death. Most of them still have both parents, or perhaps they have lost one. Until you no longer have either parent and have nothing left to cling to but your siblings and your immediate family, it's a hard thing to imagine. God forbid you didn't have any children, how lonely you would be. Loss sucks. Death sucks. Find a soul to cling to and love, and cherish it with all your heart, because you know what? Someday, even that soul will be gone.......<br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></span></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-336860022795236732009-01-25T22:51:00.000-08:002009-01-27T19:36:43.408-08:00Loss..........<span style="color:#ffff33;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>This month has been a very tough month for <span style="color:#ffff00;">me </span>when it comes to loss. I have found myself grieving for a number of things, several of which I had no control over, thus compounding my feeling of helplessness.</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>I have spent 18.5 years of my life working at a place that I loved and hated all in the same breath. I am a dedicated soul. I will give everything in me to make something succeed. I am not a quitter and I do not have a short attention span. I am loyal and faithful and will be be there until <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the</span> end.</strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>While working for my previous employer, I met and discovered many of my best friends. On January 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span></span></span> of this year , the place that I spent so many of my waking moments, closed it's doors and ceased to be. I was there to the end with my best friends, experiencing the moment where yet, another chapter of my life would cease to exist. We danced, we drank, we cried and we vowed to survive and never let go of those who have been a part of our lives for so very long. I left the party with what would be a very bad hangover and a sadness that was overwhelming. And yet, I knew, I would survive.</strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><strong>This job was not my primary form of income. I felt the demise of this company approaching. Because of this, I had obtained another full time job a couple of years before it's closure. I knew this was necessary because 100% of my family income came from this one establishment. I knew that my financial future would be compromised if I did not do so.</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong>One of the souls I met while working there, was a regular customer who had once been an employee. He was the kind soul who drank too much, partied too hard, and lived out loud. Two days after our closure he was admitted to the hospital with a brain tumour and deteriorated quickly. His partner and family let him go, two days ago. In my heart of hearts, I believe he died because the very thing he loved the most, ceased to be. He could not see or believe beyond that.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>This man, Dennis, cracked me up! He was always in search of a great time and made me laugh so many times. He never expressed a desire to travel the world, he never quoted dead poets, or suggested he knew more, or was better then anyone else. He was simply a soul, who lived amongst all of us. He touched our lives in a simple way that was never superficial but rather honest and raw, and real. He died at 53 years old. I am a better person for knowing him. </strong><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>They say, "You have to let go, to let new things come into your life." I've heard it a hundred times. Lately, I've found myself whispering to myself in hopes to silence the chatter in my head.</strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong>I totally believe in growth and letting things go that drain your soul, those things that keep you down and shush your spirit. But you know, sometimes there are things you don't want to let go of, no matter who tells you you should. Sometimes, your belief in what can be, what should be. drowns out those other voices that suggests otherwise. </strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>I have lost a few friends over the last couple of years for a number of reasons, whether because of job changes, moving, or simply life. I will miss those friends because I have cherished their friendship and the moments we have shared. I will pray as the river of life carries them away, they will know how much they have meant to me. But as time goes by I realize, that true friends never really disappear from our lives. They are still there, reaching out in moments in time when you need them most. </strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><strong>Tomorrow is a new day. I hope that with that with each new day, I can breath in and breath out. I hope my life continues be be filled with friends that make me laugh and help me grow to be a better person, a better soul, a wiser soul. I hope to learn what matters in life, and what I should let go and is too superficial to hang on to. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2009 is a new year, a new me, a new beginning............</strong><br /><strong></strong></span></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-72623932840268535702009-01-07T21:10:00.000-08:002009-01-10T08:30:35.682-08:00I Know You Won't.....<strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">This is the song that Carrie Underwood sang at the People's Choice awards tonight. I had never heard it before but could relate to it in more ways then I really want to admit. Awesome show tonight and a a song that is brutally honest even if it isn't in a way that makes us all walk away feeling warm and fuzzy. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sometimes relationships are like that. Our only hope is, that when all is said and done we can still shut our eyes tight and remember the moments when the passion and love surpassed all else and made us feel alive and invinsible. Each day as we inhale we make the conscious choice to remember the thing that drove us to that soul in the first place. And as we exhale we let go of the pain that same soul inflicted upon us.......</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Breath in....... Breath out...... Believe in ourselves and our dreams..... Breath in..... Breath out......</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>I Know You Won't..........</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em>Artist: Carrie Underwood</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em>Song: I Know You Won't</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em>Album: Carnival Ride</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I know you don't mean to be, mean to me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cause when you want to you can make me feel like we belong</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>We Belong...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Lately, you make me feel all I am is a backup plan</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>I'll say I'm done and then you smile at me and I'll forget</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Everything I said...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>I'll buy into those eyes and into your lies</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>CHORUS</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you're coming home, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>I wish you were where you're supposed to be</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Close To me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>But here I am just staring at this candle burning out</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>There's still no sound</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>Of footsteps on my stairs</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>Of your voice anywhere</strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>CHORUS </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you're coming home, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>You say you're coming home, but I know you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>You say you'll call, but I know you won't.</strong></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-38751453652423103602008-12-27T02:25:00.000-08:002008-12-27T10:13:23.228-08:00Just A Second....<span style="font-size:130%;">This article was recently posted on Yahoo......<br /><br />"Wait a second. The start of next year will be delayed by circumstances beyond <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every one's</span> control. Time will stand still for one second on New Year's Eve, as we ring in the New Year on that Wednesday night. As a result, you'll have an extra second to celebrate because a "Leap Second" will be added to 2008 to let a lagging Earth catch up to super-accurate clocks.<br />By international agreement, the world's timekeepers, in order to keep their official </span><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/space/sc_space/storytext/2009toarrivenotasecondtoosoon/30363607/SIG=12hhu8vrn/*http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/generalscience/time_scitues_020430-1.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">atomic clocks</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> in step with the world's irregular but gradually slowing rotation, have decreed that a </span><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/space/sc_space/storytext/2009toarrivenotasecondtoosoon/30363607/SIG=120cjhpn2/*http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/081208-leap-second.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Leap Second be inserted</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> between 2008 and 2009.<br /><br />The extra second, ordered by the world's nominal timekeeper, the International Earth Rotation and Reference Systems Service, will be marked officially at the stroke of midnight on Wednesday in Greenwich, England, the home of what is popularly known as Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) – Coordinated Universal Time (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UTC</span>) to the more technically inclined – the standard time for the planet.<br /><br />So at precisely 23:59:60 at Greenwich, England, on New Year's Eve, there will be a one-second void before the onset of midnight and the start of the New Year. Wednesday will see the 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> Leap Second that has been needed since the practice was initiated in 1972, and will be the first in three years."<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">So I ask you......</span><span style="color:#66ffff;"> <span style="color:#33ff33;">What difference does a second make?</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Does it mean</span> anything? </span><span style="color:#ffff33;">What does it represent?</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">A "lost kiss?"</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">A "lost thought?"</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> A "chance not taken?"</span> </span><span style="color:#ff9900;">"A word not spoken?"</span><span style="color:#66ffff;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Damn, something thought to be so minute, something so insignificant can in turn mean so much. <span style="color:#ff9900;">If we lose that second where does it go?</span><span style="color:#ffff33;"> Do we we seize the moment and use it, or do we hold our breath and wait for it to disappear, never to be used again.......</span> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just a second, can mean so much.....</span></strong></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-62879516383493719932008-12-25T08:58:00.001-08:002008-12-25T09:03:35.615-08:00Merry Christmas.......<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmN1fGHWYi7qA9q133EObo4Ee9w0ctb0N9MPybiHbhzqZx_X0ZFaadyjET94vLVHZHpkxwUMS5hQl_7w9QUSB-sapLNWeMyBAtNWVeuiRxHil_mrsyFvYt7jK0uwvN7nRDCwp/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283773515590066130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmN1fGHWYi7qA9q133EObo4Ee9w0ctb0N9MPybiHbhzqZx_X0ZFaadyjET94vLVHZHpkxwUMS5hQl_7w9QUSB-sapLNWeMyBAtNWVeuiRxHil_mrsyFvYt7jK0uwvN7nRDCwp/s400/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /></a> A new GPS for me, hanging on my tree!</div><div align="center">A beautiful Garmin Colorado 400T!<br /></div>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-33501064049929643242008-12-10T21:52:00.000-08:002008-12-11T23:03:43.380-08:00Pumpkin........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDakf7t2tgpR1xWd5X_wAjhv06RDo_2ZChPLhuoNUJ0drOeNxWxT4BIfSZW4oWv3nYT2vysHcTVwTQrdYEDQSeUEbba2DLtZsJH0SM_1Ztxqiv60CSJ-zyyf41x373tBXZhOCs/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278409764949217218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDakf7t2tgpR1xWd5X_wAjhv06RDo_2ZChPLhuoNUJ0drOeNxWxT4BIfSZW4oWv3nYT2vysHcTVwTQrdYEDQSeUEbba2DLtZsJH0SM_1Ztxqiv60CSJ-zyyf41x373tBXZhOCs/s400/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yep, it's a pumpkin. Beautiful and simple. Just a plain, little pumpkin given to me by my 10 year old son. Given with a smile and a kiss. Yes, this is the perfect pumpkin, given out of love....</span></strong></div>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-78005618243643097762008-11-27T11:16:00.000-08:002008-11-27T19:23:04.880-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!!!<a title="Thanksgiving Graphics!" href="http://www.sparkletags.com/graphics/Thanksgiving" target="_blank"><img alt="Thanksgiving" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/Thanksgiving/thanksgiving_comments32.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.sparkletags.com/graphics/Thanksgiving" target="_blank"></a>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-52125966894352802922008-11-20T00:01:00.000-08:002008-11-20T00:31:51.739-08:00Got To Begin Again......<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Got To Begin Again.....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Billy Joel</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Well so, here I am at the end of the road</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Where do I go from here?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I always figured it would be like this</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Still nothin' seems to be quite clear</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></strong><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">All the words have been spoken</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And the prophecy fulfilled</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">But I just can't decide where to go</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Yes, it's been quite a day</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">And I should go to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">But tomorrow I will wake up and I'll know</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">That I've got to begin again</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Though I don't know how to start</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Yes, </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">I've got to begin again, and it's hard</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Well, it's been quite a while since I lifted my head</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">And I'm sure the light will hurt my eyes</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">I see the way that I've been spendin' my days</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">And reality has caught me by surprise</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">I was dreamin' of tomorrow</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">So I sacrificed today</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">And it sure was a grand waste of time</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">And despite all the truth </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">that's been thrown in my face</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">I just can't get you out of my mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">But I've got to begin again</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Though I don't know how to start</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Yes, I've got to begin again, and it's hard</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Yes, it's hard, oh, ooh, ooh</span> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Billy Joel....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">--------------------------------------------------------</span> </strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Yesterday is gone, the past I cannot change.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">But tomorrow will be a better day,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cause I know......</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I got a lotta' love, still comin' my way....</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">I deserve a second chance,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">and I'm the one to give it</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">It starts right here, right now... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Let it begin with me....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>M....</em></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-7989692791856694962008-11-03T18:18:00.000-08:002008-11-03T18:41:26.934-08:00God Bless You America.....<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYcogvg0xMX0J3M1UxDagn4nZavAv4NZFs2t-I0FJ4wQdSDWhcdcO43aZakPSGFPsfe2TlYosKiPlG1pd_gkfYp8BJNpmuovby7EF5F9pKPw5iJ2G02mc21Us65PGOzU0shh9/s1600-h/j0400667.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264625274441114946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYcogvg0xMX0J3M1UxDagn4nZavAv4NZFs2t-I0FJ4wQdSDWhcdcO43aZakPSGFPsfe2TlYosKiPlG1pd_gkfYp8BJNpmuovby7EF5F9pKPw5iJ2G02mc21Us65PGOzU0shh9/s320/j0400667.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>On this eve of one of the most costly and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">politically</span> charged elections of all time, I find myself holding my breath and saying a <span style="color:#ffff33;"><em>prayer</em></span>. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">God Bless You America,</span> <span style="color:#33ff33;">not damn you</span>, but <span style="color:#ff0000;">God Bless You.....</span> </em>May we <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>survive</em></span> and thrive with the outcome of this election.....</strong></span></div>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-75667469887396924332008-11-01T15:32:00.000-07:002008-11-01T16:03:31.071-07:00Ladies Night .......<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Every year, one of my best girlfriends and I throw a party for our favorite girl friends. Some of the faces are the same every year, sometimes they change. This year many of the faces have changed since I no longer work where she does and have added a few friends of my own. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">We take turns hosting the event at either of our houses. This year I'll be going to her house. We send out fancy invitations, no children, no men, just women who remain friends throughout all the changes in our jobs, our men, through broken hearts, failed careers and life.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">This years menu is: Brie, Crab Puffs, Artichoke Hearts, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spinach</span> Pear Salad, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Fillet</span> Mignon, Bacon Wrapped Prawns and Caramel Cheesecake. And oh yes, this years beverage of choice is Wine. The designated drivers are standing by and the case of wine is being unloaded. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">So to my friends with whom I'm about to consume large amounts of alcohol with and share in some great food and laughs, an oldie but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">goodie</span> comes to mind.....</span><br /></span><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Ladies Night by Cool & The Gang......</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Mm oh yeah,what a night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh yes it's ladies night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">And the feeling's right</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh yes it's ladies night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh what a night, oh what a night</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Girls, y'all got one</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">A night that's special everywhere</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">From New York to Hollywood</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">It's ladies night and girl</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">the feeling's good</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">(*Repeat 2 times)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Romantic Lady , single baby</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mm sophisticated mama</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Come on you disco lady yeah</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Stay with me tonight , mama ,yeah</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">If you hear any noise</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">It ain't the boys, it's ladies night , uh huh</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Gonna step out ladies night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Steppin</span>' out ladies night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Gonna step out ladies night</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Steppin</span>' out ladies night</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">On disco lights your name will be seen</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">You can <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fullfill</span> all your dreams</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Party here, party there, everywhere</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">This is your night, baby</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">You've got to be there</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">This is your night Tonight,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">everything is gonna be alright (repeat)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Come on let's all celebrate(repeat)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Oh ladies night and the feeling's right</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Come on let's all celebrate</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Lovely lady, lady, I love you</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Girls, y'all got one (what?)</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">A night that's special everywhere</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">You dance, you smile, the guys go wild</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">So chic so fine you all looks so divine</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Details to follow.........</span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-81942368272138875152008-10-26T23:11:00.000-07:002008-10-26T23:15:02.487-07:00Tomorrow....<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">"Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday." </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">-John Wayne </span></strong>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-91598899899284496872008-08-24T23:19:00.000-07:002008-08-25T00:21:50.959-07:00Watching You, Watching Me, Watching you, Watch Me....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>You think your special?</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">So did I....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">I thought I had his heart,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Since I loved him from the start.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Through you, I live my past.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>I watch your moves </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Only to remember my own.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>A repetition of days gone by....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>A game of tennis, a point scored. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>A photo taken, a photo shared.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>A dance, a sweet embrace.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>A concert shared, a song remembered....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>A touch so light.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>A kiss so deep.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>An embrace so tight.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>A release so slow....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>One heart broken,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>Another soars.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>One tear drops,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>The other smiles....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>At one time, he was mine,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>A moment later, he was yours.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>But facts are the same,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>There is only one winner in this game....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>She's the one</strong></span> <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>who rolls the dice,</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Who writes the rules.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Who dreams her own dream</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Of a soul far away....</strong></span><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>What a silly game we chose to play.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Risking it all for a love far away.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Clinging to someone,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Who is as lost as we are....</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-4630643732015662022008-08-19T21:13:00.000-07:002008-08-19T21:54:03.296-07:00Love....<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">There are a million songs I could sing, to tell you how I <span style="color:#ff0000;">feel</span>. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Perhaps, I should quote a phrase from some long, dead, famous <span style="color:#3366ff;">soul</span>.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">But those words would only belong to someone else but <span style="color:#33ff33;">me.</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">You hold my <span style="color:#ff0000;">heart</span> within, the palm of your hand.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">You may choose a <span style="color:#3366ff;">soul</span> other then my own,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">But facts remain, despite my pain, I'll <span style="color:#ff0000;">love</span> you to the <span style="color:#ffff33;">end.....</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-22069658176727071662008-05-17T02:11:00.000-07:002008-05-17T06:57:06.242-07:00Stronger Woman - Jewel.....<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I guess you could say I'm one of those girls </strong><br /><strong>That's always been with one of <span style="color:#66ff99;">those</span> guys</strong><br /><strong>You know the type</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Like right now, he sleeps while I write</strong><br /><strong>But it's better than crying </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I'm worn out from trying</strong><br /><strong>From <span style="color:#ff0000;">loving </span>a man who always makes it clear</strong><br /><strong>I'm not <span style="color:#ffff33;">welcome</span> here </strong><br /><strong>Just when he's hungry or frisky or needs something clean </strong><br /><strong>You know what I mean </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>But not tonight </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>'Cause come the morning <span style="color:#ffff33;">light</span></strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"><br /></span><strong>I'm gonna <span style="color:#ff0000;">love</span> myself more than anyone else</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Believe</span> in me, even if someone can't see</strong><br /><strong>A <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger </span>woman in me</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I'm going to be my own best friend</strong><br /><strong>Stick with me till the end </strong><br /><strong>Won't lose myself again, never, no, </strong><br /><strong>'Cause there's a <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman,</strong><br /><strong>A <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman in me</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Light bulbs buzz, I get up </strong><br /><strong>And head to my drawer </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I wish there was more </strong><br /><strong>I could say </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Another fairytale fades to <span style="color:#ccffff;">gray</span></strong><span style="color:#ccffff;"><br /></span><strong>I've lived on hope</strong><br /><strong>Like a child </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Walking that mile </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Faking that smile </strong><br /><strong>All the while </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Wishing my <span style="color:#ff0000;">heart</span> had <span style="color:#66ffff;">wings</span></strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><strong>But from now on, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I'm <span style="color:#ffff33;">going</span> to be </strong><br /><strong>The kind of woman </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd want my daughter to be, oh </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I'm gonna <span style="color:#ff0000;">love </span>myself more than anyone else </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Believe</span> in me, even if someone can't see</strong><br /><strong>A <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman in me </strong><br /><strong>I'm gonna be <span style="color:#ff0000;">my</span> own best friend</strong><br /><strong>Stick with me till the end </strong><br /><strong>I won't lose myself again, never, no</strong><br /><strong>'Cause there's a <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman, </strong><br /><strong>A <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>This is me, packing up my bags</strong><br /><strong>And this is me, headed for the door</strong><br /><strong>And this is me, <span style="color:#ffff33;">t</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">he best you ever had</span></strong><br /><strong>I'm going to love myself</strong><br /><strong>More than anyone else </strong><br /><strong>Believe in me even if someone can't see </strong><br /><strong>The <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger </span>woman in me </strong><br /><strong>I'm going to be my own best friend </strong><br /><strong>Stick with me till the end </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Won't lose myself again, no, no </strong><br /><strong>'Cause there's a <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman</strong><br /><strong>A stronger woman </strong><br /><strong>There's a <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman,</strong><br /><strong>A <span style="color:#33ff33;">stronger</span> woman in me</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks to you my friend, </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">A Stronger Woman I will be.....</span></em></span>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-39938409885588606372008-04-09T22:35:00.000-07:002008-04-09T23:28:36.896-07:00It Is What It Is.........<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I saw a show tonight so profound it may quite possibly have <span style="color:#ffff66;">changed</span> my life. About a man dieing from Cancer. A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">noble</span>, brave, honorable type of man. The kind of man that has left footprints in the souls of almost every person he has crossed....<br /><br />While the man's courage and conviction of his destiny left me in awe, his wife who will one day be the survivor of the legacy he leaves behind, affected me just as much.<br /><br />When speaking of her husband's impending death she said, <span style="color:#ff6600;">"It is, what it is."</span> Simple and pure, spoken in truth and compassion. A fact she cannot change but instead embraces with knowledge that how she deals with her loss may be greater then pretending it never existed.<br /><br />We all experience loss, lose grasp of the very things that make us feel alive, make us feel loved, makes us part of who we are. Somewhere along the line, someone takes a left, when we take a right and as we look over our shoulder in search of our destiny, the plan we envisioned, the dream we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nurtured</span> we find it running in the opposite direction of no fault of our own.<br /><br />Maybe, just maybe our destiny, is bigger then a person, place or thing. Maybe our destiny is a chance not taken on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">their</span> part, a path the lazy man cannot follow, a destination not achievable by all. Maybe our desires are greater, grander, felt with more conviction then theirs. Maybe, just maybe, life <span style="color:#ff9900;">'It is what it is.'</span> Maybe it's God letting us know, that there is something so much more in store for us, then that little thing, person, goal that we thought meant everything......<br /><br />Maybe it really isn't maybe. Perhaps things happen for a reason. To learn and grow bigger then the things we thought were possible. Maybe God believes we are capable of so much more. I think beliveing in ourselves is far more important then believing in those around us...... Maybe surviving has everything to do with ourselves, and maybe we deserve so much more then "that" person is capable of giving, maybe we give "them" so much more then they deserve. Maybe it's up to us, Maybe, </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">"It Is What It Is".............<br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Have A Litte Faith In Me........</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">When the road gets dark<br />And you can no longer see<br />Just let my love throw a spark,<br />baby Have a little faith in me<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">When the tears you cry<br />Are all you can believe<br />Just give these loving arms a try,<br />baby Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">When your secret heart<br />Cannot speak so *easily*<br />Come here darlin’<br />From a whisper start<br />To have a little faith in me</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">When your back’s against the wall<br />Just turn around, you will see I will catch ya,<br />I will catch your fall<br />Just have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br />Have a little faith in me<br /></span><br />Well, I’ve been loving you for such a long, long time baby<br />Expecting nothing in return<br />Just for you to have a little faith in me<br />You see time, time is our friend *for you and me*<br />Cause for us there is no end<br />All you gotta do is have a little faith in me<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">I said I will hold you up, I will hold you up<br />Your strength gives me enough<br />So have a little faith in me<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff9966;">Hey baby, oh, baby<br />All ya gotta do is have a little faith in me<br />All ya gotta do is have a little faith in me<br />A little faith in me<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">I'm happy to say, today, I believe in me..............</span></span></strong>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304657.post-60957941390048534772008-01-07T22:08:00.000-08:002008-01-07T22:41:47.147-08:00You are My I Love You....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgximM0KUTXniUOUn5IN2yUORZwnYVsTChm-r9cUwI1KUSiRxdNQvMvA_GV2ReqmFWbh6ro1AxYFvngMNB-LYt7cAOAbLaaZmcdKjaI1YeZ7Dod5CvJByLLleRa7W_xGiUHBwvt/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152990672822001426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgximM0KUTXniUOUn5IN2yUORZwnYVsTChm-r9cUwI1KUSiRxdNQvMvA_GV2ReqmFWbh6ro1AxYFvngMNB-LYt7cAOAbLaaZmcdKjaI1YeZ7Dod5CvJByLLleRa7W_xGiUHBwvt/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your parent;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my child.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your quiet place;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my wild.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your calm face;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my giggle.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your wait;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my wiggle.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am your carriage ride;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my king.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am your push'</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my swing.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">I am your audience;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">you are my clown.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">I am your London Bridge;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">you are my falling down.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your carrot sticks;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my licorice.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your dandelion;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my wish.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your water wings;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my deep.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your open arms;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my running leap.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am you way home;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my new path.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am your dry towel;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my wet bath.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">I am you dinner;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">you are my chocolate cake.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">I am your betime;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">you are my wide awake.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your finish line;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my race.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I am your praying hands;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">you are my saying grace.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your favorite book;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my new lines.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I am your night-light;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">you are my starshine.</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am your lullaby;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my peekaboo.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am your good-night kiss;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">you are my I love you.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Written by: Maryann K. Cusimano</span></div></div>Chasing The Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10256140894666015063noreply@blogger.com0