LOVE YOU MUCH

Ken's been working in Cleveland. He sent me this a couple of days after he got there. It's a big deal for someone who doesn't e-mail hardly at all. Made me turn into jelly!

02/18/2009 09:44 AM


GOT ON MY E-MAIL AT PERRY. SO I CAN CHECK FOR MESSAGES FROM YOU. LOVE YOU MUCH.

From Kenneth Roof/FirstEnergy
To Diana Roof/FirstEnergy

Brain test which side of the brain do you use?

This test gives you various mini-tests that determines which side of your brain is dominant - left or right/male or female.

It was very interesting! Some of the answers surprised me; others didn't.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sex/index_cookie.shtml

My Memory test results

Here are my results? What are yours?

Memory test

In Part 1 of the Test they show you 12 photos of people. The photo will change on its own after four seconds. Concentrate on the photos so that you can remember them later.

In Part 2 of the Test they show you 12 more photos of people. The photo will change on its own after four seconds. Concentrate on the photos so that you can remember them later.

In the final part of the test they show you 48 photos, some you've seen before and some you haven't. Select the ones you recognize. Your score is determined by how many you recognize correctly, and by whether you place them in Part 1 or Part 2 of the photo groups.

Good luck. Just click on the link below.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/tmt/instructions_1.shtml

Loss

http://www.comfortqueen.com/comfort-during-fearful-times-my-mom

I saved this link a while ago. Every time I read it, I open a bit more to the fact that I will be gone from this existance some day. How will my children and grandchildren cope? How would my dh cope? I hope with love and grace. May they read this and know that they can go on without my physical presence, that I will always be there in memories, and loving them always.

Diana

Just for giggles I put in my name to see who would pop up in the music world. I was surprised! There were the usual artists like Diana Ross, Diana Krall, and Diana Rigg. there were also come different ones - Diana Yang, Diana Reyes, Dr. J and Miss Diana (now that one could sound a little risque!), and Diana DeMar (Latin). In all there were 56 artists named Diana and 467 songs with "Diana" in the title.

Diana, Diana & Eli, Diana Aki, Diana Anaid, Diana Brown, Diana Cassady, Diana Chaplin, Diana Chester, Diana Davila, Diana Day, Diana De Mar, Diana Decker, Diana DeGarmo, Diana Fox, Diana Jones, Diana King, Diana Krall, Diana Leonhardt, Diana Leonhardt & M. Doring, Diana Lynn, Diana McMahan, Diaana Navarro, Diana Obscura, Diana Page, Diana Payne, Diana Pops, Diana Rae, Diana Rein, Diana Reyes,Diana Rigg,
Diana Robinson, Diana Rogers, Diana Ross, Diana Ross And The Supremes, Diana Rowan,
Diana Rutherford, Diana Sands, Diana Saracino, Diana Senechal, Diana Silvas, Diana Smith, Diana Sorbello, Diana Stabel, Diana Wilcox, Diana Williamson, Diana Y. Washington, Diana Yang, Diana Yao, Diana Young, Dr. Jay & Miss Diana, EBJ & Diana
Filin Brake, Andy Bunney &..., Karaoke - Diana King, Karaoke - Diana Ross, Karaoke - Diana Ross And T...

The genres covered more areas than I thought!

Refine List of Albums
By GenreSelect All / Select NoneBlues (1)Children's (1)Christian/Gospel (5)Classical (0)Country (3)Dance/DJ (5)Folk (4)Jazz (15)Latin (10)New Age (0)Pop (19)R&B (25)Rap/Hip Hop (0)Rock (3)Soundtracks (0)Special Interest (9)World/Reggae (9)

Music wish list tunes

"http://mp3.walmart.com/store/artist?albumId=100467067" >

Back On Track by Diana Robinson

I like some of the previews of this album, just not the funky or dance tune genre ones. I've always enjoyed the piano solos.

"http://mp3.walmart.com/store/artist?albumId=102182931&referralLink=Search Results" >
Panta Rhei: Celtic & Mediterranean Music for Harp
Diana Rowan

This is a good one! Very etherial and relaxing.

He also furnished his voice in The Guess Who's 1974 tribute, the top 40 hit single, "Clap for the Wolfman". A few years earlier, Todd Rundgren recorded a similar tribute, "Wolfman Jack", on the album Something/Anything?. Canadian band The Stampeders also released a cover of "Hit the Road Jack" in 1975 featuring Wolfman Jack; the storyline of the song involved a man named "Cornelius" calling Jack on the phone, telling him the story of how his girlfriend had thrown him out of the house, and trying to persuade Jack to let him come and stay with him (at this point, Jack ended the call). His voice is also featured in the songs "Don't Call Us, We'll Call You" by Sugarloaf (Billboard HOT 100 peak #9 in Mar 1975) and "Did You Boogie (With Your Baby)" by Flash Cadillac & the Continental Kids (Billboard HOT 100 peak #29 in Oct 1976).

Three Dog Night
Outlaws - Green Grass and High Tides
Greg Allman - Midnight Rider
AC-DC - Hell's Bells
Boston - More Than A Feeling
Billy Thorpe - Children Of The Sun

Foghat - I Just Want To Make Love To You

Music Wish list from i-tunes

Songs
Drift Away
Suddenly You Crossed My heart by Terrence Darby

Styx - Suite Madame Blue


Albums
Dream Weaver by Gary Wright
Machine Head by Deep Purple

Artists
Chicago
Uncle Cracker
SEAL
U2
AC/DC
KEB 'MO
Three Dog Night
Bad Company

Outlaws - Green Grass and High Tides
Greg Allman - Midnight Rider
AC-DC - Hell's Bells
Boston - More Than A Feeling
Billy Thorpe - Children Of The Sun

Addicting!

Ooooooo! This downloading music can be addicting!!! We have Apple's i-pod and now with the high speed we can download form there. This morning I found out I can do this at Walmart also! This is going to be tough since there are so many great songs and albums out there I want.

Hmmmmm want vs need, want vs need, not going to thaw out my Wally World card but.....the pre-loaded shopping card also works if I have money on it!!! Yes, that's the way to go!!!

Look out music downloads here I come!

Another round of "20 Questions"

1. What is your occupation right now? Wife, Mom, G'ma, clerk (an admin in the real world)

2. What color are your socks right now? White

3. What are you listening to right now? David Sandborn on my ipod.

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Chicken noodle soup and peaches.

5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes. The Chevette I owned was a blue, two-door, manual transmission. We packed a ton of stuff in that car! It could hold all the camping gear, 2 adults, and 2 kids. Antoher time it held, 2 adults, and five kids going to the drive-in movies on car load night!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_Chevette
http://auto.howstuffworks.com/chevrolet-chevette.htm

6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My dh!

7. How old are you today? Old enough to know not to answer THAT one!

8. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Golf. You can take great naps in the lazyboy chair snuggled in with Tinkerbell and an afaghan when golf is on tv. There is no yelling or loud cheers, just restfull soothing voices.

9. What is your favorite drink? lemonade

10. Have you ever dyed your hair? What color?

11.Favorite food? I didn't get this size without loving food!

12. What is the last movie you watched? Why do these quizzes always ask that? I don't remember. I'm too busy to watch movies.

13. Favorite day of the year? All of them!

14. How do you vent anger? Clean.

15. What was your favorite toy as a child? Depends on the age. This included my younger sister and brothers, my barbie dolls, and the first 10-speed bike I bought from mowing lawn money at 15.

16. What is your favorite season? All of them!

17. Cherries or Blueberries? Both!

18. Living arrangements? husband , 2 cats, 1 sometime dog, 1 all-the-time dog

19. What is on the floor of your closet? Which closet? I've taken over several for different purposes.

20. What did you do last night? Spent time with dh in Cleveland.

21. What are you most afraid of? Snakes.

22. Plain, cheese, or spicy, hamburger? None of the above. I'm not a hamburger fan.

23. Favorite dog breed? All of the ones I've owned.

24. How many states have you lived in? One

25. Diamonds or pearls? pearls

26. What is your favorite flower? Iris.

27. What are you supposed to be doing instead of answering this?
Not a thing

43 Things

My cousin sent me this one - 43 things you might or might not know about me... have fun reading!

1. Do you like blue cheese? Kind of. Georgia got me started on this cheese. I like it in very small amounts.

2. Have you ever been drunk? YES and NOT proud of any of those moments!

3. Do you own a gun? Never!

4. What flavor of Kool Aid was your favorite? What's with was? I still drink kool-aid! lime & cherry. Remember the competition? Rootin' Tootin' Raspberry and Choo-choo Cherry?

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Rarely the doctor. The dentist - oh yeah even after all these years! And I like my dentist Dr. DeMaria!

6. Do you like where you live? Yes! However, that said, someday the entire house will be remodeled to fit our style not the previous owners.

7. Favorite Christmas movie? The Christmas Story

8. Can you sing well? Used to in school. Now I'm way out of practice.

9. Can you do push ups? What year?

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Don't wear jewlery usually but my favorite necklace are the tiger eye ones Ken bought me. My favorite ear rings are the ones Katrina made for the Ohio State-Michigan game years ago. The other favorite pair is the ones Brannon made also.

11. Favorite hobby? make that hobbies! Quilting, gardening, crocheting, crafting in general.

12. Do you have A.D.D.? No. Dislexia - switching numbers is what I do the most.

13. What's your favorite shoe? Any that fit properly and don't look too bad. hey, at a 10.5 EEE you take what you can get that doesn't look horrendous!

14. Middle name? You guess! It starts with an L.

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? I'm cold, hungry and loving our new digital highspeed internet!!!!

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink ? water, diet dew and coffee during outages.

17.Current worry? Why worry? It is counterproductive!

18. Current hate right now? Hate just eats you up inside! What goes around comes around.

19. Where are you right now ? Home. Alex shared his sickies and so I'm taking it relatively easy tonight.

20. How did you bring in the New Year's? Watched g'baby and went to bed early. Ken was working.

21. Where would you like to go? Anyplace with my dh - ok almost anyplace.

22. Do you own slippers? White ones. Do I have to count the ones I wear that aren't mine?

23. Do any cats own you? Yes, Pumpkin and Tinkerbell.

This is Pumpkin's "I'm resting why are you bothering me" pose. yes, he WAS orange at one time.

This is Tink's "Aren't I ADORABLE?" pose.

24. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Which shirt? I haveon three of them! I said I was cold!

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? NO! You slide off the bed and so do your covers!

26. Can you whistle? Kinda - sorta but can't carry a tune!

27. Favorite color? All of them!

28. Would you be a pirate? No. Not into swashbuckeling. And get your minds out of the gutter!

29. What songs do you sing in the shower? none

30. Favorite girl's Name? All of my girls'!

31. Favorite boy's name? All of my buys'!

32. What's in your pocket right now? Kleenex - lots and lots of kleenex - with aloe please!

33. Last thing that made you laugh? Grandkids' antics!

34. Best bed sheets as a child? Sorry, I grew up in the era of plain old white, cotton (100% that also got ironed every week!) sheets. Yes, I said IRONED!

35. Worst injury you've ever had as a child? Did I mention I am accident prone?

36. Who is your loudest friend? Vocally - Katrina (kid), character-wise - hmmmm I'll have to think on that one!

37. How many dogs do you have? One all-of-the-time and one part-of-the-time dogs. Buster Brown is our all-of-the-time dog. Ken taught him how to swim. Buster LOVES the pool!

Harley Jane is actually Katrina and Chip's dog but she is our part-of-the-time dog also. I don't spoil her at night do I.

38. Does someone have a crush on you? No

39. What is your favorite book? Too many to list. Check on this blog.

40. What is your favorite candy? Candy? That's a tough one. Now ice cream, that's easy, mint chocolate chip. Candy? Guess it would be either malted milk balls or chocolate covered raisins.

41. Favorite Sports Team? Any the g'kids are on!

42. Are you happy right now? Of course!

43. What song do you want played at your funeral? None. Only want a memorial service.

I want this on my "to read" list

During my early years in college. I took several sign languages classes. I don't remember many signs now but can still finger spell. I never learned to be proficint at reading the signs even though a deaf man from class would help me study. I could not grasp the idea that ASL uses concepts instead of word for word as in oral language and writing. The various body language that always accompanies signing determines what the word means. One word could mean many different things varying from impish playfulness to something horrific depending upon the body language that accompanied the sign. ASL takes concentration to all of the body language and I just didn't want to work that hard to decipher the meanings. I still find it facinating and a beautiful language.

I listened to this man on the radio and found the exerpt on the link listed. The author is now 70 years old and talks about the deaf/hearing worlds vividly. Enjoy...

Excerpt: 'Hands of My Father'
by Myron Uhlberg



Being a printer was the only job my father ever had, and he loved it. He would work for the newspaper until he retired over forty years later. In all that time he worked side by side with hearing co-workers, but he never really knew them. Like most in the hearing world, they treated him as if he were an alien — primitive, incapable of speech, and lacking human thought: a person to be avoided if possible, and if not, ignored.
After an apprenticeship of many years, my father was issued a union card. It was the proudest moment of his life. It was tangible proof that he was as good as any hearing man. Even in the dark days of the Depression, when one out of four men were out of work, he, a deaf man, could support himself.
And, he reasoned, he could also support a wife. My father was tired of being alone in this hearing world. It was time, he thought, to create his own silent world. A world that would begin with a deaf wife.
One bleak winter day, while we were sitting at the kitchen table, the rain sleeting against the windows of our Brooklyn apartment, his hands told me the rest of his story, in which began my story:
"Sarah was a young girl. She had many friends. She liked to have fun.
"I first noticed her at the beach in Coney Island. She was always laughing. "All the deaf boys were crazy about Sarah. Even the hearing boys.
"There were many handsome boys on the beach. All the young boys had muscles and chocolate tans. They could jump and leap over each other's back. They could do handstands.
"I was older. I didn't have muscles. I couldn't stand on my hands if my life depended on it. I didn't have a brown tan. I would get sunburned. My skin turned red. And then I would peel.
"It didn't matter. The handsome young boys with their chocolate skin and big muscles only wanted to have fun with Sarah. They were not serious boys. They had no jobs. So they had plenty of time to play, and make muscles, and get brown skin from the sun.
"I was a serious man. I had a job. A good job. The best job. I was no longer an apprentice printer. I had a union card, just like the hearing workers.
"I didn't want Sarah just to have fun. I wanted a wife for all time. I wanted a mother for my children. I wanted a partner forever. We would be two deaf people in the hearing world. We would make our own world. A quiet world. A silent world.
"We would be strong together, and strong for our children."
Then, just as the rain stopped and thin rays of sunlight striped the tabletop, my father smiled to himself, his hands thinking … "Maybe we would have a little fun before the children came." Lost in reverie, his hands, bathed in golden light, now lay silent on the kitchen table. Time passed. I sat and watched his still hands, waiting patiently for them to continue his story. I loved the quiet time we spent together, and I loved the stories his hands contained.
Then my father's hands came alive again, eloquently describing a warm spring afternoon in 1932 Brooklyn.
"I knew I had to make a good impression. I had to dress well. I wore my best suit. Actually, it was my only suit. The big Depression was still going strong, and I watched every dollar."
He tells me his suit was a fine wool serge that cost him two weeks' salary. Its jaunty design was at odds with the feeling of dread that grew in him that day as he set off for the apartment where Sarah lived with her family, having written to her father asking if he might pay a call.
The scene unfolds with cinematic vividness as my father's hands recount each stage of his quest.
He descends with the crowd, down the stairs from the subway platform, sweat dampening his armpits, and exits the station into the frantic gay activity of Sabbath shoppers rushing about, making their last-minute purchases for the evening meal.
The salt scent of the Atlantic Ocean hangs over every shop awning, every outdoor stall, reminding my father, as if he needed such a reminder, how far he had traveled this warm day from his familiar home in the northern leafy village reaches of the Bronx, after one trolley ride and three subway transfers, to the very end of Brooklyn, on the honky-tonk shore of Coney Island. And why has he come here on this warm spring day, sweat pooling at the base of his spine, palms moistly clutching now-wilted store-bought flowers? Today, this very afternoon, my father will meet, for the first time, the family of the girl he has chosen to be his wife.
Unfortunately for him, my future mother, waiting at home, believes he is hopelessly boring and much too old for her; besides, she feels, she's too young to be married, there being so much fun to be had with all the good-looking boys who flutter around her like bees around a hive of honey every weekend on the hot sand of Bay 6, their hands gesturing wildly to gain her exclusive attention. And she could not banish from her mind the image of the hearing golden boy whose attentions she enjoyed so much and who said he loved her.
Glancing nervously at the written directions, my father marches down the broad bustling avenue, so unlike the uneventful Bronx street where he lives. His hands at his sides rehearse the arguments he will employ this afternoon to convince this dark-haired young girl and her father that he is the one to whom she should commit her future. He has been marshaling the arguments in his favor for the past two weeks. He has a steady job and a union card. He is mature and serious. He is a loyal and dependable fellow, calm in an emergency. He can read. He can write. He can sign fluently. And if she will have him, he will love her forever. He finds himself impressed with his qualifications as he cycles through them. He is an up-and-comer. Besides, he has a full head of hair parted perfectly down the middle and a dandy mustache, and is altogether a fine-looking fellow.
Excerpted from Hands of My Father by Myron Uhlberg Copyright © 2008 by Myron Uhlberg. Excerpted by permission of Bantam, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved.

Some songs just bring back happy memories.

Some songs just bring back happy memories.

Growing up I was (and still am) a fan of John Denver's music. Annie's song was a hot 45 record one summer. The flip side was Cool and Green and Shady. I must have drug the record player, the extension cord, blanket and pillow out front under the maple tree for over two weeks. I played those songs over, and over, and over, and over for hours. I'd make cloud pictures, give myself a manicure with outrageous colors in bright reds, blues, purples, and any color that had sparkles in it; or just watch the cars pass by. Those songs can still invoke that sense of peace and joy today.

Cool An' Green An' Shady

(Denver/Henry)

Saturdays,

holidays,

easy afternoons,

lazy days,

sunny days, nothing much to do.

Rainy days are better days for hanging out inside.

Grainy days and city ways make me want to hide

some place

cool and green and shady.

Find yourself a piece of grassy ground,

lay down close your eyes.

Find yourself and maybe lose yourself

while your free spirit flies.

August skies, and lullabies,

promises to keep,

dandelions and twisting vines,

clover at your feet.

Memories of aspen leaves trembling on the wind,

honey bees and fantasies,

where to start again,

some place cool and green and shady.

Cool and green and shady.

Cool and green and shady.

Cool and green and shady.

Journey

Journey is one of my favorite bands. Even though they have changed with various singers and beand members over the years my favorite singer is Steve Perry. I can get lost in the music for a long time.

2. STONE IN LOVE(Perry/Schon/Cain)

Those crazy nights,

I do remember in my youth

I do recall, those were the best times, most of all

In the heat with a blue jean girl

Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime

She found me singing by the rail road track

Took me home, we danced by moonlight

CHORUS:

Those summer nights are callin',stone in love

Can't help myself I'm fallin'stone in love

Old dusty roads, led to the river

Runnin' slowShe pulled me down, and in clover

We'd go 'roundIn the heat with a blue jean girl

Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime

Oo the memories never fade away

Golden girl, I'll keep you forever.

REPEAT CHORUS

10. DAYDREAM

(Perry/Rolie/Schon/Valory)

Shining in the silver moon,

Crystal ships are sailing to the sea.

Dreams the joys of pearls and gold,

And our angel's wings in flight unfold.

(CHORUS)

Fly, fly by my window,

Flyin' so free, yeah.

Yes, they fly, fly by my window.

Yes, those bright diamonds a-once were stone,rollin' down a silver stream.

Yes, those bright diamonds a-once were stone.

Sail on a silver wings of fire,sailing dreams beyond the silver moon.

In silver clouds that fly so high,live the dreams you search,but can't find.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

LOREENA MCKENNITT

Loreenna McKennitt is another of my favorite musicians. her music is a blend of Celtic/Highland/Folk with Morrocan influences on some of the songs. Marco Polo , an instrumental peice really shows this Morrocan influence.

She has her own record label called Quilan Road. You can here her music at http://www.quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loreena_McKennitt

Note:The lyrics of the song are an abridged version of a poem by Alfred Noyes: Loreena left out three verses. These verses are given here in italics; see below the lyrics for some remarks about this.
Loreena McKennitt - The Highwayman
Part I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding,Riding, riding,

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.

They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh!

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,

His pistol butts a-twinkle,

His rapier hilts a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

And over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.

And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked

Where Tim the ostler listened.

His face was white and peaked.

His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,

But he loved the landlord's daughter,

The landlord's red-lipped daughter.

Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:

"One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,

But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;

If they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,

Then look for me by the moonlight,

Watch for me be the moonlight,

I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He rose upright in the stirrups.

He scarce could reach her hand,

But she loosened her hair i' the casement.

His face burnt like a brand

As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;

And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)

He tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

Part II
He did not come at the dawning.

He did not come at noon;

And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,

When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,

A red-coat troop came marching,Marching, marching,King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord.

They drank his ale instead.

But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.

Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!

There was death at every window;

Hell at one dark window;

For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.

They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!

"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.

She heard the dead man say-'Look for me by the moonlight;

Watch for me by the moonlight;

I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!'

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!

She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!

They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,

Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,

Cold on the stroke of midnight,

The tip of one finger touched it!

The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.

Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.S

he would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;

For the road lay bare in the moonlight;

Blank and bare in the moonlight;

And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.

'Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot!' Had they heard it?

The horse-hoofs ringing clear;'Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot,' in the distance!

Were they deaf that they did not hear?

Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,

The highwayman came riding,

Riding, riding!

The red-coats looked to their priming!

She stood up, straight and still.

'Tlot-tlot,' in the frosty silence!

'Tlot-tlot,' in the echoing night!

Nearer he came and nearer.

Her face was like a light.

Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,

Then her finger moved in the moonlight,Her musket shattered the moonlight,Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; He spurred to the west; he did not know she stood

Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!

Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear

How Bess, the landlord's daughter,

The landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

And back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,

With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.

Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;

When they shot him down on the highway,

Down like a dog on the highway,

And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

'Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,

When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,A highwayman comes riding,

Riding,

Riding,

A highwayman comes riding, up to the old in-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.

And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.

He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Bess, the landlord's daughter,Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.'

The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes

The Highwayman is a poem by Alfred Noyes published in 1906. It tells a tale of a nameless highwayman who is in love with a landlord's daughter, named Bess. Tim, the jealous and possibly insane ostler (stableman), resents the highwayman and contacts the authorities, which paves the way for the death of the lovers. It can be downloaded at http://www.loudlit.org/works/highwayman.htm

Bob Seger

http://www.bobseger.com/news.aspx

One of my old favorite rock and rollers is Bob Seger. His was the first concert I ever went to. I was 16. Of course I did it without Mom's permission and got grounded for six whole months! It was worth every bit of grounding!
Favorite songs/albums
Sunspot Baby
Come to Poppa
Mainstreet - of course
Nightmoves
Wreck this heart
The Night Moves album - that waas the concert album
The Beautiful Loser album
The Live Bullet album

Did I mention I was a Don Johnson fan?

It's hard to define why I've always liked Don Johnson. I'll try. And no laughing kids! You all have your own version of a heartthrob!

boyish charm (even as he gets old)
"a dangerous dude" who is safe
those penetrating eyes- sexy and tough!
what a hunk!
that little quirk of a smile that just melts me
good actor
not a bad singer (hey there are much,much worse singers)

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8

OK, Shel tagged me with the number 8. I have to write 8 things about myself then pass it on.
Ok, this is a bit harder than it looks. It's hard to narrow down.
I can now eat non-peanut butter peanut butter! (It's soy butter! But it's passed the dog and kid tests! Both the dog and the grandkids like it! And it tastes like creamy peanut butter!)
That was one.

Two.
I hate to talk about myself.

3.
I love to do crafty things.
I quilt, crochet, knit, scrapbook, work with digital photos...stuff like that.

Four.
I funny but I can't tell a joke.
I do better on the spontaneous ad-lib.

Five.
Ok this is a lot harder than I thought at first.
This is no surprise to my kids...I love watching anything with Don Johnson it it!

6. Most movies are "not-mom-rated" for me.
That is why I love watching the kid movies. There isn't guts, car crashes or other yucky stuff going on!

Seven.
I love to garden.
Although you couldn't tell it by my weed patches this year. The weeds are taller than the tomato plants!

8. Oh the number that started this brain to thinking...I used to write stories and poetry.
Willy the Worm, The Haunted Mansion, all sorts of things. I might even have them tucked away some where, packrat that I am!
Now it's youre turn to e-mail me back!