Xmas Grandkid Pics

My Co-Workers

My baby girl, Bess and Piper (Pippy-dog) work with me at my in home office.

How To Get a Girl

9 year old Alec Greven wrote a book on how to get, keep and get over, a girl.
It's amazing how so much changes and then so much doesn't.

I AM a nice person

Damnit, I am a nice person.

As a nice person, with high expectations for myself and others to also be kind and considerate of others, I'm always extremely let down when others do not ascribe to the same high level of caring and concern that I have.

Worse yet, that same "code" (not quite the same as Dexter's code, but sometimes I wish I could go that route)keeps me from stooping to the level of what some would consider "normal" behavior for someone who has been wronged.

In my world, during shower therapy - long, hot, showers where I daydream about all the coulda-shoulda-woulda's - I think about all the things I could have said, or should do. Many of these thoughts stick with me for days and I debate the wisdom of the course of action I consider. What would be the ultimate gain? Would I feel better for doing it? Would causing someone else discomfort really make me feel any different? Better? Worse? Do I really think that any action I take will truly be viewed in the manner it was intended? If my point was to educate/elucidate a point, would the dumb-ass be bright enough to even grasp the concept?

Ultimately, the answer is "Probably not."

Now, do I come to this conclusion because I'm just a weak-willed person who would rather deal with a situation than create one? Am I someone who will allow herself to be the victim instead of becoming the aggressor? Or am I just a nice person who believes that Karma will even everything up in the end anyway, so why put a deficit in my own account?

Went to the Gym

Last March, the hubby and I joined the gym. It was our 23 wedding anniversary present to one another. We decided we needed to be healthier so we could annoy each other for another 23 years.

We started going regularly and the few pounds hubby had on him melted away.

I was jealous.

I was busting my butt, and really working hard, but no matter what I did, he seemed to do double what I was and was getting better results. grrrr...

Ok, that's not really a healthy attitude, right? So, I tried to deal with my competitive and comparing nature and just keep going. I started walking, as well, and finally, I started seeing some results.... just in time for an injury to stop everything.

Off to the doctor who said to behave myself and figure out when I wanted to take care of my injury. He said it would be a while before I could resume my normal routine. DRATS!! I finally got motivated and into "the groove" and everything...

Then I remembered that I had paid up front for a personal trainer. I called the gym, made the appointment and met with the woman today. She's so tiny, half my height, but she seemed to know what she was doing. I asked her to get me a routine I could do to work around my injury until it was 'all better' and I could then include my other activities into my routine. On Wednesday, I'll know what she's got up her tiny little sleeves for me, but GOOD. I want to move, I need to move. I need to peel myself out of my comfy, warm, warren and force myself out into new situations.

Being a rabbit, we really do love calm and cozy and minimal drama/excitement, but that can lead to stagnation as well. So to hell with my nervousness and fears and self doubts about my ability... let this tiny little woman do what she will. I'm ready for a change anyway.

Thanksgiving will be outside next year...

First, and I'm sure this will sound totally UN American, but I can't STAND the smell of turkey roasting in my house. Poultry skin stench of any kind is not tolerated, but turkey in particular is abhorrent to my delicate sensitivities! ;)

Second, I've tried to lighten the T-Day meal in some ways by including more fiber and whole grains, fresh ingredients, less butter (whaaaaaa) and overall better nutrition. This year the menu was Turkey (cooked outside on the grill... frees up space in the oven and avoids that "aromatic" problem) a naturally cured, no nitrite ham, fauxtatoes (mashed and whipped cauliflower) corn with red peppers and broccoli bits, sweet potato whipped with maple syrup, nuts, and some egg whites on a pecan meal crust, stuffing made from scratch with double protein whole grain bread cubes, cranberries pulsed together with an orange, some orange juice and a few walnuts, steamed string beans, wheat rolls and yes.. finally... some butter! Kinda heavy on the starch side but definitely full of fiber.

Third, due to the menu above, there is now another "aromatic" problem in my household. About an hour after dinner, all night last night and so far all this morning, there have been a plethora of gaseous emissions from my family. The lingering kind.

Oh
My
Gawd!

So, I've decided that next year some extra planning must be given consideration and that I should leave myself a note in the cyber-world to remind me of what I need to do differently.
1. Buy some flame-less candles. (No need to tempt the Methane Gods into blowing up the house.)
2. Move the TV, couch, beds and video games outside so everyone can enjoy some fresh air!
3. If there is bad weather predicted and you can't move life outside, remember to purchase air fresheners for each room of the house, extra TP and turn on the whole house fan.

A Pumpkin and some fun

Pictures from our trip to visit Libby over Halloween and Frank's birthday weekend.

Funny Things I Saw Today

A woman walking with a ferret on her shoulder. He had on his leash, but he was more interested in the bi-pedal transportation.

A man wearing a black coat that was flapping in the breeze and a flat-crowned black hat. All I could think of was Zorro.. or V for Vendetta.

Gas for $1.77 a gallon. (Laughs and jumps for joy!)


It's the simple things in life for me!

FA-REEZING

I am currently reading "Twilight" by Stephanie Myers, and hoping I finish it before the movie comes out. Not that I'm going to race to the theater and camp out to be the first person to see the movie, but I would like to finish the story before it's splashed all over the place any more than it already will be.

My daughter got the series from her room mate and passed the along to me. I was not in a rush to read them until a friend said she's zipped through the whole series after being urged to by her mother. Then I began hearing some of the kids I work with talking about it as well. Just like I did with Harry Potter, I decided to take the plunge and see what everyone was yammering about.

The story has been good so far, and I'm about halfway through the book, but I wouldn't be giving a darn thing away if I tell you that one of the main characters is supposed to be a vampire. In one part they refer to the family of vampires as "the cold ones". As soon as I read that I began to get an inkling of fear.

I'm constantly cold. My hands are blue, like ice cubes. People cringe from me when I go to touch them. But unlike the lightning fast ability to move, my movements are a bit more slow. However, compare my movements and the amount I get done in a day to most of the people I know, and I bet I'm whizzing along in double time!!

The vampires in this book choose to dine on wildlife rather than humans.... hey! me too!! I'll take a nice bison steak on the juicy red side any time of the day over humans!

The vampires don't sleep. Have you ever noticed the time stamp on most of my blogs? I don't sleep much either.

The vampires are iridescent. Ok, with a little glitter powder I can do that too... or if I just don't go outside to soak up any rays for a few months, I'd be so white that I'd glow too!!

Yikes!! Have I been a vampire all this time and not realized it???

Then I remembered that I hadn't taken my thyroid meds in a few days because I forgot to pick up the prescription, hehehehe... I sure am glad I'm only ingesting dessicated bovine thyroid and not something disgusting like human blood!

Everybody's Working on the Weekends

Oh! Wait! Isn't that supposed to be "Everybody's working for the weekend" ?

I do a lot of my work via email and damnit, apparently I'm too friggin' efficient. I got two emails today, Sunday remember, from people demanding answers immediately to their questions. Um, hello? It's SUNDAY!!! Can't I have a day off?? Cripes!

And none of this is earth-shattering, time-sensitive information. It can all wait until Monday morning. Can't you people see I'm far too busy reading and posting on BLOGS to answer your silly little questions? Don't you understand you might interrupt my napping schedule after my hard day yesterday of betting at the racetrack?

I mean, get a life! Maybe you want your information NOW, but did you ever consider that you might impact the reheating of leftovers for dinner?? Or the ultimately important task of actually reading a magazine I get BEFORE it goes to paper recycling. Don't you want me to be INFORMED of the LATEST FASHION TRENDS?? Just because I work from home, doesn't mean the cat and the dog don't appreciate the most recent in haute couture!

Sheesh!

Hmmm, should I drink it?

Hanging with the Boys

Liquid dinner for all the family.

Today, my eldest child was told they were laid off. My third child is only working part time-ish and my hubby has been lopping heads right and left in his department and *I* was told in a lengthy meeting that making money for the company is BAD! Huh??

Some strange cosmic energy construed to have us all come together at the same time in the afternoon at the house and the first thing on everyone's mind was 'HAPPY HOUR'. (A strange term when you think about it)

Thankfully(?) I live a few blocks from a bar and we walk down and stagger home now and then, so we all wandered down the road and took up a table next to the guest lobster. (they take guesses as to his weight and whomever gets closest takes the lobster home, dead or alive. Tonight he was 5.1 lbs) It didn't take too long for us all to be a little loose and we started toasting.

"Here's to not being allowed to make money for the company!"

"Here's to the economy!"

"Here's to MOM and her plot for world domination!" (my personal favorite of the night)

It was an interesting experience and one of the more relaxed times we've had as a family lately. I really enjoyed myself.

When Happy Hour was over, the bar cleared right out and we took our time in the clear, crisp night air to waddle home. Tipsy family time... you gotta love it!!

Monday Monday..

I'm up early after being up late, trying to catch up on a few odds and ends before a work meeting today. I've been summoned to the great castle in the city to get chewed out for sure. That's what happens when you are successful when you weren't supposed to be.

Or maybe I'm just stressing, but don't you hate it when they demand a meeting and won't tell you why? It did cross my mind that perhaps the executioner was also being summoned to the castle and my head is gonna roll, so that's swirling around in my mind as well. Not much I can do about it if that is the case, though I'd be very upset. Seems like everywhere you go in this kingdom there are lopped off heads all around you.

Look What I Did!

The World's Most Perfect Food

Uncooked chocolate chip cookie dough.

What is it that makes this such a delicacy? Is it the texture? The creaminess with the hard, slightly bitter chocolate bits? Is it the thrill of knowing you are eating raw eggs and living on the edge, just by doing so?

Whatever the elusive draw is, I succumbed to it today. I bought a bucket of cookie dough to make cookies for a party I'm invited to. I know.. I know... why not bake my own from scratch, right? Well, I have in the past, but I'm a bit scrunched for time, so I thought I would use this as a way of helping myself out. And helping myself is what I've done. I've helped myself to a few spoonfuls of gooey, decadent, raw cookie dough and it was heavenly!

I guess that was my sugar for the day.. so sadly, no TGIF for me tonight. But that's ok.. it was worth it!

My New Brother

Over the weekend there was a conversation that discussed, among other things, rejection, which no one does well with.

Years ago,RO,(that's the name I came up with, btw, to describe the person who recently pulled a mental fast one on me)told me my family had really fucked me up. Not that I'm looking to blame my family for everything, but I must say it did set the tone for some other choices. Even though my parents did an excellent job of instilling responsibility and morality in us kids, they also weren't very lovey-dovey and were sarcastic and critical and didn't mind telling you all of your flaws.

RO said that was mentally abusive.

Sibings were never emotionally close, no one was in that family, and as time went by, siblings became even farther apart. Parents passed away and siblings descended into the dirty world name calling and choosing sides. All glove were off, the parents were no longer there to hold control. In the end, my brother excommunicated himself from the sisters. Not that the sisters are banded together or anything, he just decided we weren't his family and up and stopped talking to us. Just cut us off.

RO said he was an asshole.

One sister kept trying to keep the others together.( Can you guess which one?) Frequent attempts to arrange dinners, emails and invitations to parties were made. One sister or the other might attend and it was always just a little too inconvenient to show up. With all that difficulty in trying to put things together, that one sister gave up. In one year, she lost all of her family, or the remnants of what she'd hoped was her family.

RO said that was fucked up and mocked the sisters who couldn't be bothered.

Fast forward about 6 years. RO meets a girl, CM. RO has been part of my family for almost 2 decades at this point. In my world, I was happy RO had found someone and was looking forward to adding to what I had felt was my family. I was nervous and excited to meet her, since EVERY PHONE CALL she had been friendly and engaging and said kind things. I had hoped I found another friend. Man, was I WRONG!! CM talks to me a few times and decides that she doesn't like me and never wants to speak to me again and has RO call to tell me this, 1 day before we were all supposed to meet for dinner. RO had also become distant and unfriendly. WTF?

RO had insisted that nothing would ever come between our friendship. I was a fool and believed it.

After that phone call, RO hasn't spoken to me unless I've sent some kind of work related or separation message. (Accounts to be dissolved and such)

So, if my family was mentally abusive, fucked up, and my brother was an asshole, all by not talking to me, rejecting me and not being emotionally involved, then what does that make RO, but yet another brother.

What's the difference?????

Please explain to me, why it's perfectly fine for pictures of GW Bush to be posted around the web being compared to a chimpanzee making funny faces and the major majority of the comments think that it's hilarious and right on the money, yet a similar comparison of Obama is made to Curious George and the comments are derogetory to whomever posted it? As if posting the similar features of Obama and Curious George is somehow MORE demeaning than posting pictures for GW and a chimp. I don't quite get it.

Samhain

So I'm being difficult. If you don't know what it means, nor how to say it, look it up.
Not difficult, Samhain.

It's interesting to see that celebrations of, or marking a day at or near the exact same time of the year, occurs throughout the world. All the commemorative days that deal with death or the end of a harvest are done somewhere between Oct 31 and Nov 2. I can understand the beliefs tied to the end of the harvest and the darkness, but how did that get tied in with dead people? I would suppose that since we really are nothing but yet another fruit on mother earth's vines, that when our bodies wither and die, and our souls are harvested to go wherever they go, that humans could be compared to a crop.

A Butterfinger Moment

Ever have those times where something just tastes so good, so perfect, so.... right, that you want to keep eating it no matter what the consequences?

I had one of those moments today. I have been very good about buying candy for Halloween that I don't like, just so I won't eat it. Typically, I don't like milk chocolate at all and I really don't like peanut butter, but today... those pesky little Butterfinger bars were callin' my name and I couldn't resist the siren's call.

20 minutes after ingestion of sugars, I'm ready for a nap. I can feel it coming on as I type, but I'm going to have to try and resist. I have far too much going on for that kind of luxury today.

Ahh, what the hell... maybe 15 minutes.

Just A Day

Not much to add today. I worked, I slept, I worked, I ate, and I ranted.
I'm still angry.. I feel like I should be Alanis Morrissette. Venting into my journal, albeit not as lyrically as she does. Damn, I could have used a few extra millions too.


My routine has been shot lately.. and I want to get back into it. Work can really disrupt things, can't it?

Confusion

I'm tired.
I've been confused for weeks now.
I don't understand how some people work.
I trusted this person. I opened my life to them and involved them in every aspect. I risked my relationships for them, every day.
Within less than 2 months, this person turned on me and after nearly 20 years of friendship, stopped talking to me for no other reason than the fact that they couldn't handle the same juggling of friendship and a relationship that I had been juggling for all that time.
I'm disgusted. I'm hurt. I'm mad and I'm sad.
I hate liars. I hate people who say with conviction that they will "always be there" or that "they'll just have to understand you are my friend" and then the INSTANT it looks remotely difficult for them, they go back on all that was said before.
I had trust issues before this person, I have bigger ones now.
I trusted this one person to understand and know everything there was about me. I gave them the power of knowledge and allowed myself to reveal my vulnerability to them. They knew what they were doing when they made their choices and if they said otherwise, they were only lying yet again.
This person would rather ignore or not deal with an uncomfortable situation and would prefer to let it rot and decay instead of confronting it. This person is a fucking coward.
Why did they choose to hurt me so, because in the end, that's what they've done. They've chosen to do this to me and I think that's what confuses and pisses me off the most. I wish I could say I did something really 'wrong' to deserve this. I can live with that. I didn't. I stuck by this person, I supported them during years of friendship. I dedicated a large part of my life to them. I was more than willing to be open about their new choices in life, I even encouraged them. And yet, here I am, blogging to no one and everyone at the same time about how I feel used, and betrayed and hurt.
Sometimes, I hate you.

Feeling Grumpy

And wow is he small...

Ok, most of you probably didn't get the joke, but it made me smile so who cares?

I've been working late all week long and having to be "on" which can be so annoying at times. How many times can you force your face into a false smile and have it not look like a grimace? I've been very clear in communicating what needs to be done and the rules of engagement for each step of the process, but still I am bombarded by repetitive questions, all usually previously explained in great detail in a prior email or conversation.

I would consider the fact that maybe I just hadn't been clear except when I repeat the same information I gave out in said emails, the recipients seem to suddenly 'get it' and you can see their whole face light up with understanding. Duh...

I think people just don't read.

There is this person who has treated me so poorly that I have a pretty big hurt right about now that I've been working on healing. Without excommunicating myself from others that I like, there is no way to get completely away from this person, which means that when new blogs are posted or conversation occurs with the "mutuals" then my scab is picked off and I'm freshly aware of the garbage that has been going on is still there. That sucks, and I'm sure there will be more on that topic later, when I feel good and angry and ready to discuss what a total waste of my life this person has proven to be. Right now, I'm too busy to go into it any more than I have.

Speaking of busy, my butt needs to get back to work...

The First Post

This being the first post on my latest blog, I feel I need to be clear and explain to myself and anyone that stumbles across my blatherings, that I have been feeling stifled.

I have another blog... which I started using my real name and an ID I've had forever, thus if you see it, and you know me, well then.. you know me!

That's the first problem.

Like an idiot, I invited all my friends to read my neat new blog and as such, I put in place my second problem. How the hell can you write about your daily life and the crap that bothers you if all your friends and family regularly wander by and read it?

Ok, that's the second problem.

Within that friend-o-sphere there have recently come some people who I don't necessarily like and some that have hurt the hell out of me, so where do I turn when I'm feeling angst, hate, hurt and down? Well, I usually journal, but because I'm so freaking lazy at this point that I don't want to take the time to actually physically WRITE with a pen on paper, I'd rather type away as fast as my mind and fingers can tap on the keyboard and really let the feelings fly... but I can't. Why not? See problem one and two.

That's problem three.

That, hopefully, brings us to this solution. A new blog, a new post, and sorry people, but some anonymity as well. I'll tell you straight up that I will not be using my name, my families names, my friends names and hopefully nothing else that will identify me, BUT- that doesn't mean that what I write about isn't the truth, or at least the truth as I know it, because I am an honest person who just doesn't want people to know how much they get on my nerves at times.

And that's really all that matters here, isn't it? Not if you like what I write, not if I'm politically correct, not if what I write is fluffy and entertaining, not if I spare little Johnny's feelings, not if I decide to write some kind of sexual commentary (thus the mature thing), but to have a true place where I can let it all hang out and just write whatever I feel like.

Someone asked me, "why make something so private, so public?" Hmmm, good question, damn them... I'm not sure why! I'm not anti-social and I'm not closed-minded. I suppose the point of it being somewhat public is to allow others to let me know if they feel the same way, think I'm full of shit, or just want to toss around a different viewpoint. That is, after all, how we live and grow.

Gettysburg '08

Trip to Gettysburg with Jenny, Frank and Lisa.

Renaissance Festival 08

Just a few pictures from our day at the festival

Calorie Counter, Diet Tracking, Food Journal, Nutrition Facts at The Daily Plate

http://www.thedailyplate.com

Neatorama

http://www.neatorama.com/
All kinds of fun and crazy information

Snake Fishing2 007.mov

A snippet of our visitor tasting the air!

Star Wars according to a 3 year old.

Just because the box is black, doesn't mean there isn't a video there. Check it out!!!

Sean's 21st Birthday

Family and Friends celebrate with us!

Billy Gilman-One Voice

Bedtime Symphony

When I was 14, I would put this song ("Fools Overture") on, lay down in my bed and listen to it as I started to drift off to sleep. The music was a soundtrack for different "mini movies" I'd make in my head before I drifted off. I remember it used to block out all the mundane thoughts rolling around in my head and let my imagination take off, or let me have my private conversations with the universe without the clutter of life crowding in. Maybe I should take a page from my past and set my cd player up to listen to a piece of music before I drift off to sleep and see if it affords me the same "quiet time" it used to.

Talking Bunny and Guine Pig

LIllianna

Early to Bed, Early to Rise

I've been trying to realign my sleep habits. I am notorious for being up late at night, a time I really enjoy, but the world doesn't really function at that time of the day and I'm not getting as much done in my mornings as I feel I need to. So, I'm either going to have to get up even if I've stayed up late, or just try to go to sleep earlier in the evening.

Frank had asked me if I had any kind of New Year's Resolutions the other day. I wouldn't say they were New Year's Resolution, but I can't deny the timing isn't there. Besides the sleep habits, I told him that I felt I needed to ~ of all things~ get more organized and structured. Ok, before all of you who KNOW me start to laugh uproariously, lemme 'splain!

To many people, I am sickeningly organized. I have my job because of my ability to organize. I'm looked to as the 'group event' person because of what?... you guessed it, I'm organized.

But I don't feel as though I'm working up to my potential personally. I've been busily taking care of others and their events and still not taking care of me! I don't plan enough time in the day for all the things I want to do. If I have planned the time then I am lacking the structure or the discipline to follow through with them. I suppose that's more the point. I am trying to put some structure back into my world.

I love the job I'm in and my current situation, but let's face it. I've been pretty free-falling for more than a few years (mostly because I really did need that for a bit~thanks!) but now I'm good and this vacation from discipline and structure is interfering with productivity! The trick for me will be, and it will be difficult 'cause I tend to be an all or nothing gal, trying to find a happy midpoint between the two concepts of structure and do-nothing time.

That being said, I guess I'll go get a smidgen more coffee and go take care of my work  and email. I need to finish making a menu for next week, so that I can go to the grocery store and have food available here for toddlers since Heather, Sebastian and Lilli will be visiting for a week and I need to pick up and baby proof a bit as well. Here's to a productive day! Cheers!

Harrumph

I got my hair done today. I don't really like it. I was happier when I was two toned and that wasn't happy at all. Now my hair is many shades darker than I've ever liked it and am a bit miffed because the lady did the exact opposite of what I was looking for. I'm sure she didn't mean to make me so upset, and she did a good job...on the hair cut and the quality of the color.. but I just don't feel like me.

Then I went to pick up my glasses, or should I say lenses. I get that I'll have to get used to them, since they are progressive lenses. The adjustment for seeing out of the bottom of the glasses really isn't that difficult for me. The problems I am having is that the prescription on the top part seems so out of whack. I can barely see. And I paid to have an anti glare coating on them and I don't think that happened.I'm going to have to call and see...it's so frustrating to have not been able to see without two pair of glasses for so long and now (even tho I KNOW I have to try and give them some time) I still can't see. I can't tell you how frustrating it's been to not be able to focus.

Trivial things in the scope of the world, but just stuff bugging me today.

Kung Fu Politics

http://www.atomfilms.com/2008/kung_fu_election/index.jsp

The above link allows you to fight as many of the candidates. I was playing earlier and was beaten as Hilary by Huckabee. When I went to check on the news, I found that Huckabee had quite a lead... could this game be the TRUE way the elections will be decided?? Try your luck!

Talking to Dad

This morning I woke up with a massive headache and the remnants of a dream in my head. I had been somewhere near a beach, but across a bridge and down the street from where some kind of fire or smokey event had been. I was talking to my dad on the phone, but I had been trying to call my sister. (For those who may not know, my Dad has passed and my older sister hasn't) Dad was making sure I was ok since I had been near to this event (even tho I had no Idea it had occurred). Then the dream changed and I was still talking to Dad, but he was in the living room of our old house and I was in my bedroom. I could always hear him that way when we lived there, because my bedroom was originally the dining room that had been walled off to make a room. We were still talking about my older sister and I saw a box of  items fall over and some broken ceramic bits fall out of it. I was becoming really desparate to talk to Laura. Dad said something about Mom, but I can't remember it. And something about my younger sister and I, but again, I don't seem to be able to remember it.

I do remember that before I talked to Dad, I had been directed to  follow a small white gravel path between some cars to find a small park in the middle of a little town. It was a hidden little green area, with nice landscaping, but small. There was a staging area with parquet floors. There were kids taking turns doing something... you had to sign up. A little boy came and took my name (my maiden name) and seemed incredibly organized, directing people right and left and answering questions and very calm and clear about it all. The name of the park was something like Helen (or was is Rose?) Traber Park. Never heard of it myself!  Anyway, this little boy was uncanny and seemed far older than his years- I'd guess he was about 7?

I woke up with a pounding headache, but also the strains of a song floating through my head. For some reason, I needed to hear "Even in the Quietest Moments" by Supertramp. Frank reminded me that this was the very first cd we had ever purchased for our first cd player in our house. Somehow appropriate on the first day of the New Year.  Here are the lyrics.
I think someone is trying to tell me something.....

UPDATE:I found this interview/song on YouTube and what Roger Hodgson says about spirituality, music and this song fits exactly with what I was thinking/feeling after I had this dream... Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew
What I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain
Here it comes again, dear

And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there's a shadow of doubt
That's not letting me find you too soon

The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you
Won't you let me come in from the cold?

Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun be leaving
Won't you come to me soon

And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean's deep
I just go to sleep
And then I create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are, dear?

Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling
I'm Nature's own little boy
But still the tears keep falling
They're raining from the sky
Well there's a lot of me got to go under
Before I get high

Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun be leaving
No, you can't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Oh Lord, don't go

And even when the song is over
Where have I been
Was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin
May I please come in, dear?