Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder .....
.....
I wonder how; I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree...(Fool's Garden)

we all have our own pasts and ponderings....

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perspective

love you to want me

Baby, 

I'd love you to want me.
The way that I want you, 

The way that it should be.

Baby, 

you'd love me to want you,
The way that I want to

if you'd only let it be...(Lobo)

just Love the song.....

The Millennial generation

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82 % of people between 18 and 33 
(also known as the Millennial generation) 
spend more time sending and receiving text messages 
than they do having sex!!!

-http://www.womenshealthmag.com/sex-and-relationships/texting-in-bed?cm_mmc=outbrain_null_null_null&obref=obinsource

A strange world

Stop being 'normal'

My Immortal

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me.......(Evanescence)

Cher

When you’re putting on your makeup it’s like you’re an artist but instead of painting a canvas you’re painting your face....

lady from Sherwood Park

A lady from Sherwood Park named Tannis posted this pic yesterday, with the following message....

"This is an open letter to the 2 guys and 1 girl who decided to skip work today in Sherwood Park where they were building a house, but instead decided to come to Alberta Beach to relax in the sun, enjoy the water and some beers.
I'm sorry if my first attempt at sun tanning in a bikini in public in 13 years "grossed you out". I'm sorry that my stomach isn't flat and tight. I'm sorry that my belly is covered in stretch marks. I'm NOT sorry that my body has housed, grown, protected, birthed and nurtured FIVE fabulous, healthy, intelligent and wonderful human beings. I'm sorry if my 33 year old, 125 lb body offended you so much that you felt that pointing, laughing, and pretending to kick me. But I'll have you know that as I looked at your 'perfect' young bodies, I could only think to myself "what great and amazing feat has YOUR body done?". I'll also have you know that I held my head high, unflinching as you mocked me, pretending that what you said and did had no effect on me; but I cried in the car on the drive home. Thanks for ruining my day. It's people like you who make this world an ugly hateful place. I can't help but feel sorry for the women who will one day bear your children and become "gross" in your eyes as their bodies change during the miraculous process of pregnancy. I can only hope that one day you'll realize that my battle scars are something to be proud of, not ashamed of."