06
Mar
08

New Home!

Please visit me at my new blog….

http://daaydreaming.com/blog

06
Mar
08

Austin Beagle Brigade and 80th Kite Festival

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Sunday, I took the boys to the 80th Kite Festival. I remember going once when I was a kid, and I wanted to make sure they got to go, too.  It was a good memory because my grandparents suprised me with a trip into town. The weather was beautiful, even if the clouds looked stormy. The rain held off, and there was quite a breeze. The kites were flying. It was nice hearing them flap in the breeze.

08
Feb
08

How I feel.

  

Grey Street

Dave Matthews …

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street

She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might

She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”

There’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of the courage

But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey

14
Jan
08

The best thing about this writers strike…

The golden globes lasted an hour only!

And a new season of Big Brother 9 in FEB. Sweet.

27
Dec
07

Pictures of old FO’s and my new chevon scarf

The chevron is being made with some of the yarn from the wool girl sock club. I’m glad they are working together. Also, my noro striped scarf, and my jaywalkers which didn’t photograph well. And a cute picure of Lazlo.

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24
Dec
07

Zilker Tree

I love the trail of lights in Austin, and how they end up at the Zilker Tree. This year, the boys and I opted for dinner at Shady Grove, and then just going up to the tree. There were too many people there. Lesson learned, do not go on the last night to see the tree.  The people where everywhere, and you couldn’t see anything on the sides of the trail.  Here are some pics.

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22
Dec
07

Since I can’t watch new episodes of the Big Bang Theory

I am offering this up for entertainment until the strike is over!

http://www.vimeo.com/user315352/videos




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