All Better
I started a post earlier about how much I was hating life, but as the day went on things got better. A little smile in myspace-message form. A reassuring phonecall from Someone who knows just what to say.
And while I am not super keen on blogs that feel compelled to only ever recite song lyrics, I don't do it all that often, and I think that HoJo seems to say it just right for me today.
Things Can Only Get Better - Howard Jones
(I found this amazing 7 minute remix... and you have to admit it's one of the classic songs of our generation.)
~We're not scared to lose it all
Security throw through the wall
Future dreams we have to realize
A thousand sceptic hands
Won't keep us from the things we plan
Unless we're clinging to the things we prize
And do you feel scared - I do
But I won't stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better
Woah woah woah oh, woah woah waoh oh oh oh oh
Treating today as though it was
The last, the final show
Get to sixty and feel no regret
It may take a little time
A lonely path, an uphill climb
Success or failure will not alter it~
Just What the Doctor Ordered
I was also cheered by the link Allison sent me. Apparently there is Dr. Pepper in Australia. If this is true, then by jove, I will find it!
Carded
I got an email notification that one of my favourite card shops has added some new items, including a few new LuLu designs (♥). And they have the 2006 Lulu Wall Calendar, which I can pretty much guarantee I'll get from my parents for my birthday. I also noticed that they had a new card by an artist that did the card I got for Sandra this year. Which led me on a search for more Pulp Couture items. I've been getting a kick out of the Selfish Kitty line. (Does this one or does it not sound exactly like something Jack would send Manda for Valentines Day?)
Ready or Not; Here We Come
Tomorrow is the big Family Vacation Redux. We're taking three separate cars, so I'm not sure it really counts. After all, my earliest childhood vacation memories were riding in a freaking Ford Escort with the back seat folded down all the way to Colorado in the middle of the night. (Maybe that was before Greg was born.) Watch out, Henry Doorly. We'll be seeing you tomorrow. You better have tigers.
I started a post earlier about how much I was hating life, but as the day went on things got better. A little smile in myspace-message form. A reassuring phonecall from Someone who knows just what to say.
And while I am not super keen on blogs that feel compelled to only ever recite song lyrics, I don't do it all that often, and I think that HoJo seems to say it just right for me today.
Things Can Only Get Better - Howard Jones
(I found this amazing 7 minute remix... and you have to admit it's one of the classic songs of our generation.)
~We're not scared to lose it all
Security throw through the wall
Future dreams we have to realize
A thousand sceptic hands
Won't keep us from the things we plan
Unless we're clinging to the things we prize
And do you feel scared - I do
But I won't stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better
Woah woah woah oh, woah woah waoh oh oh oh oh
Treating today as though it was
The last, the final show
Get to sixty and feel no regret
It may take a little time
A lonely path, an uphill climb
Success or failure will not alter it~
Just What the Doctor Ordered
I was also cheered by the link Allison sent me. Apparently there is Dr. Pepper in Australia. If this is true, then by jove, I will find it!
Carded
I got an email notification that one of my favourite card shops has added some new items, including a few new LuLu designs (♥). And they have the 2006 Lulu Wall Calendar, which I can pretty much guarantee I'll get from my parents for my birthday. I also noticed that they had a new card by an artist that did the card I got for Sandra this year. Which led me on a search for more Pulp Couture items. I've been getting a kick out of the Selfish Kitty line. (Does this one or does it not sound exactly like something Jack would send Manda for Valentines Day?)
Ready or Not; Here We Come
Tomorrow is the big Family Vacation Redux. We're taking three separate cars, so I'm not sure it really counts. After all, my earliest childhood vacation memories were riding in a freaking Ford Escort with the back seat folded down all the way to Colorado in the middle of the night. (Maybe that was before Greg was born.) Watch out, Henry Doorly. We'll be seeing you tomorrow. You better have tigers.
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