i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
hoppy moo deer!

wondering about all the things that i'll never understand
Yeah, i know i have neglected you all. i haven't posted often or given up the day to day happenings here like i used to, but there's not been much going on that you would recognize as expressly me.

there are some things that you can't know unless you've been there
We've had a pretty good Holiday season. We bought for 6 parents, 2 siblings, one child, and each other (but not really) and all gifts were under $5 except the child. And one 'gift' i bought and brought home for Angel to give to me. But then, it was for both of us to use ~ it's a really wicked little food processor . . . all right, i'm a bad, bad, little girl, so spank me.

We got a huge bedspread that is comfy and warm, a smaller computer desk for Angel (his current one takes up about one quarter of the living/dining room area.), he got a new car stereo with cd/mp3 abilities (he hasn't stopped jacking with it yet), i got $50 for Barnes and Noble's and then there was other miscellany. My favorite among them is the ice scraper/crack brush! My Dad got one, too, and explained that in some places this white stuff falls out of the sky called . . . CRACK, and you brush it off your windows to avoid drug charges!

but oh how far we could go if we started to share
i took a ton of stupid tests that i looked up today but that entry will have to wait as it is half an hour `�til midnight and i want to have a drink with my darling!


"Soft Shoulder" ~ Ani DiFranco
"and i think of your letters as love letters
which is how i think of songs
in that it is the writing of these things
that tend to carry us along.
"


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confessed on Monday, Dec. 31, 2001