THE TWO FACED WOMAN...

Somedays I don't know if I'm coming or going...

NOTES ON DANCING WITH THE DEVIL...

A DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Don’t dance with the devil my darling
Though you see all your dreams in his eyes
And you think that it won’t make a difference
Just a turn round the floor once or twice.

Don’t dance with the devil my darling
For the devil was never your friend
it's not your heart that he’s after
He will capture your soul in the end.

Don’t dance with the devil my darling
For he makes you his very own.
And when his waltzing is over
You face all the music alone.

Don’t dance with the devil my darling
For the devil is always the same.
Once you have danced with the devil
You are the one who is changed.

DSW 2009

THINGS MY FATHER TAUGHT ME...

1. Remember the "Golden Rule"

Those who have the gold make the rules.

2. Interest never sleeps or takes a vacation or gets sick.

3. If you say you will do something, Do It, If you give your word, Keep It.

4. Always pay your debts.

5. Live simply, enjoy the little things.

6. If you want to double your money, fold it in half and put it in your pocket.

7. If you're 5 minutes early.....your late.

8. The dollar you save buys just as much as the dollar you earn.

9. Don't burn your bridges behind you,

and you won't have to kiss ass to get back across the river.

10. If you always tell the truth you won't have to remember what you said.

11. A place for everything and every thing in its place.

12. A penny saved is a penny earned.

This is what my father believed and this is exactly how he lived.

CAT LOVERS CLOSE YOUR EYES...

This is the other little creation I promised you, by the same artist as the "The Bone Collector". Sorry I couldn't find his name, I'd love to place the blame somewhere. This one is entitled "Rascals Demise", poor Rascal.
These warm and fuzzy pictures kind of make me wonder what his mommy fed him for breakfast, or if she even bothered or maybe what he put in her tea???

A BONE TO PICK...

Here is a little piece I ran across the other day, one of two actually I'll save the other for later. I guess I've been spending too much time in the graveyard because I found this deliciously sick and still there is an innocents about it. It is called the "The Bone Collector" the more you contemplate it the more your imagination takes over seeking answers to the question; Just how did this kid get a wagon load of bones???

NOTES FROM THE RUINS...

Death is such a strange thing, loved ones who have shared your life, suddenly gone. Yet all their things are left behind, their shoes, their hats, their voice on the answering machine, all the little life mementos that they saved in a shoebox, now meaningless. And the world spins on without them just like they never existed. I once heard it said that death was like pulling your hand out of water, you can't tell you were ever there, so true.
And for those who do remember all those discarded things take on a new meaning. They become a last link to a loved one who has suddenly disappeared. All his insignificant possessions take on new celebrity because he touched them. As if we needed physical proof that he did indeed exist, or that we could somehow reach him by holding them.
In moments of clarity I realize that all I really have left is my memory of him and what he taught me, which fortunately for me was a great deal.

BEAUTIFUL SAVIOR...

Jesus my eternal Savior, light shining in the darkness, no name sweeter, no heart truer, no love greater, no better friend. Thank you for all you have done for me. I love you with my whole heart.

AND WHAT SHALL I WEAR FOR THIS DISASTER...

This morning I awoke with my Father's entire kingdom and all of his subjects resting heavily on my chest, and the terror of knowing that the responsibility of carrying on what genius built, has fallen on this hapless artist, with ever diminishing brain cells. It is the third night this week I have been jerked awake in panic.
I can't believe he has been dead a week already. He has probably finagled God out of half the Milky Way by now.

ANGELS OF DEATH...

Yesterday was a terrible day the Angels of Death came and stole him away.

Yesterday was a wonderful day the Angels of Death came and stole him away.

Yesterday instead of today it was all for the best, that's what they say.

APRIL FOOL...

APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL FOOLS has come to call and I'm the biggest fool of all!!!!