* Disclaimer: This entry is not intended to come across as a sermon. I simply enjoy the music and lyrics of the song, as sung by Kenny Rogers and Wynonna Judd; and wish to record it here for memory, as such. I have not read the other items of poetry or prose in this woman's website; I cannot speak of them, other than after scanning over a few of the poems, I wasn't inclined to read on. I simply enjoy this song. The cool thing about blogging is, each of us have the freedom and right to express ourselves in our own spaces, without infringing upon another's right to discard our thoughts. I like the song. Feel free to enjoy it with me or move on to another entry.

I cannot prove this story to be true in any easier fashion than it would be for another to prove its falsehood. In this light, the issue is one in which each of us must determine what is real to us, of our faith in the unseen.The tale, in and of itself, seems preposterous to our human psyche. The story has taken on many forms. It has been told over countless ages. It is often more than a mind would even want to comprehend; yet, it is a tale whose mysteries have not faded from thought with the passing of time.

Merry Magic!

From where does all the "stuff" come? I am sooooo tired of throwing away and finding more! I am not a pack rat; really. I only keep what I really need. I did, however, have quite a collection of old magazines that I never wanted to give up, because, "ya' never know when you're gonna' want something outta' there; like a recipe or reference to an article, or a beautiful picture". I had to become callous today. I had to throw them out. I have no such room in my life for old magazines.

I take items to goodwill all the time. I give hand-me-down clothing to a friend from highschool all the time. I shred old papers and update my files All. The. Time. Why can't I seem to have less junkie junk? What the f*** is going on here? I am exxxxx-hausted with the throwing away, giving away, shredding. When is it going to end??

I'm trying to get my house cleaned and decorated for Christmas in between working at the hotel. Being a housewife/homemaker, is the most rewarding work I have ever done, but, it is also the MOST work I have ever done! Where are those little elf guys when ya' really need 'em??

I'm off to the hotel for a break!

I am soooooooooooooooo glad to be back home from work! Gonna' go cuddle with Sam now. I was thinking earlier today, (yesterday) things were not so great for me for a few years before I met Sam.

I am so thankful for him; so very thankful...