Friday, September 17, 2010

Looking Into You (As Always)

You know how when you are driving in your car early in the morning they play Birthday Requests? Well, I'm not in my car, in fact it's just a little over an hour into my birthday. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. The birthday check my father sent me I used yesterday to get my hair done. Its the best hair look I've had since Summer Blonde came on the market. I have long hair (my own) down my back, side bangs and big copper chunks. I'm ready for a great day!

And for my birthday, this would be my request for my favorite song, so here again is my favorite post.


My daughter is a photographer. She has always had an eye for a good picture, even before she went to college and graduated with a degree in Photography. These are some of her photographs that I find just stunning. I put these together with what is probably my most favorite song ever.



Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone



Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor


Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?



And I looked into the faces all passing by
Its an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
Its a hotel at best, you're here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest


Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you



The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own



Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music will never touch the beauty that I've seen
Looking into you -- and that's true


Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Photos by my daughter Heather


Friday, September 3, 2010

High Places

How is it that Danny Hamada back when he was a principal could get away with shoving a kid in a trash can head first because he annoyed him. How is it that Danny Hamada when as the district superintendent was sanctioned by the Labor Board for not reprimanding a principal who humiliated and lied about a teacher in front of students and faculty; how is it that NOW that piece of shit, Danny Hamada, is the principal of my daughter's high school. How can that even happen?

What's wrong with this picture?

How is it that that evil bitch Debbie Lindsey is still stuck on our shoes like cat shit, never relenting, and now my husband's grandchildren attend the school where she is principal? How could 2 more worthless and undeserving people be in charge of schools? I mean...Debbie...are you sure you have time to keep track of those little guys? I mean, it looks to me like you could really use some help fertilizing your crops in FarmVille! (They are a bit on the puny side because they haven't been fertilized yet) You're full of shit - just use some of that for you CROPS.

This tune couldn't be dedicated to 2 more deserving people. Debbie Lindsey and Danny Hamada, there is a special place in the bowels of hell for both of you.


The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up


The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up


And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot

The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small

The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small


And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot


The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down


The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places


The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up


Cuz you acted like a big shot
So what happened to the big shot
So what happened to the big shot
You thunk you were a real big shot


The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places


Song by Los Lobos (how perfect - WOLVES)