Sunday, February 29, 2004


Saon says he and Michele are going back to Minnesota because her sister has Hepatitis C. Some info about Hep C. Pretty interesting, but I seriously doubt Michele's sister is dying, but I don't doubt she is very ill. Read the article for yourself. I suspect that neither Saon nor Michele have ever read anything about this disease, other than what they have been told. Forewarned is forearmed...

If it were me that's been diagnosed with this (or any other serious malady), the first place I'd go after the doctor is the Internet. That's what I did when I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA) and Fibromyalgia (FMS) in July 2002. I also read some books about it. Get all the info you can about what it is that you have, then you can have intelligent discussions with your health care professional about your course of treatment.


Saturday, February 28, 2004

"You almost had your hooks in me, didn't ya dear..."

On February 18, I wrote: The upside to all this (and there is one, believe it or not): Michele will have Saon to lean on during times of stress because of her sister's illness, and Saon will be out of the West Bank and away from all those people who want to see him fail.

Uh-huh...she got what she wanted, and she's using her sister's illness for all it's worth...she's getting him back on her turf because she was losing on his. Because on November 17, I wrote: Saon is on his turf now, and she doesn't have a prayer if they get into a fight. What can her family do for her if she's there and they're in Minnesota?

So this was her angle, eh? I can't believe that Saon would give up his job at Belle Chasse to go back to Minnesota and be on the losing end of a confrontation with Michele and her family. He'd be better off staying put for now, and then if he's really needed, then go to MN. But as I've said about him before, he's all about doing things without thinking them through first, then finds himself in a bind when he realizes he's made a huge mistake. Only this time, I can't bail him out, because I have to save my life first. I put him before me once, I'm not doing it again.


Friday, February 27, 2004

There really isn't anything

I can think of to write about, except that I need to see a doctor. Maybe a shrink. I feel the depression crawling back up on me again, and I don't like the way I feel. Kinda hard to see anyone when you are as broke as I am. The state is no help. All I can get from the Sooner State is food stamps.

Still looking for work. I called a couple of places I had sent resumes to, and the person who answered the phones had no idea whether the company is hiring. When I mention that there was an ad in the paper for a position, I was told that it was filled. I asked to speak with someone else, and they hung up on me. Nice (grrrrrrrr).

If this is some kind of test, then I've failed. So what else is new? I've overstayed my welcome here, and I need to get out of here fast. Again, with no money, I have little choice but to stay and tough it out, no matter how melodramatic my mother gets. Now I know where I get it from. Geez...

Nothing from Saon since he called last week to tell me he was going back to Minnesota with the Ice Bitch. I am NOT calling him at Belle Chasse anymore, because I don't know if he is even still there. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if he just left. He's been known to do that when he gets tired of all the BS.

I'm just existing now, I fear. An empty shell of my former and more outgoing self. Even writing depresses me now, and when that happens, I know I'm in trouble.

Wow. That's an awful lot for someone who had nothing to say.


Tuesday, February 24, 2004

"Hey Mister, throw me somethin'!"

I should be in the Big Easy today celebrating Mardi Gras with Saon, but after recent events, that plan kinda crashed and burned beyond recognition. I still wanted to go, even if it is raining, but because of my usual state of financial embarrassment, that became impossible.

I had an interview yesterday at another temp agency, and this one shows some promise! I don't have to call in everyday like I do with Manpower, and they'll be looking for something that matches my skills and my experience. So, we'll see what develops with this one. Maybe I can get enough cash to blow this popsicle stand!

That Mel Gibson movie, "The Passion of the Christ" is coming out tomorrow, and I'd like to go see it. It seems that it's being discussed by everyone...the Today Show had two critics on, one from the New York Times, and Richard Roeper (who replaced Gene Siskel after he passed on) from "At the Movies". The NYT guy hated it, said it was too violent, irrelevant, and was an extention of Gibson's ego and radical beliefs. Roeper thought it was a good film that showed that Christ's sacrifice and crucifixion was indeed a violent event. This is definitely NOT a movie to take young children to see, even if you, as Bill O'Reilly from FOXNews suggests, read over the scriptures with your children beforehand. Letting, let's say, sixteen year olds see it I think would be stretching it. After all, it IS rated R. From what I have seen of the movie from what's been shown on television, it is a rather intense film that tells the story of the crucifixion the way it may have happened, blood and all. If you want a pretty film, or a tame film, go rent Finding Nemo. Gibson has put his reputation on the line for this film, and he wouldn't have made it if he didn't believe it would make people think. Go, Mel!

Bush has just had a news confrence saying that there should be a Constitutional amendment defining marriage as "a union between a man and a woman". In other words, he is against so-called "gay marriages". C'mon, Mr. President, who are you to say what two consenting adults do behind closed doors? And to make all those petty comments about John Kerry because his state is actually debating the issue of allowing gay unions (Massachusetts has put off that debate until next month). You didn't mention Kerry's name specifically, but we all know who you meant.

And, what about the job issue, Mr. President? How did three-friggin-billion jobs become "lost" during your tenure in the White House, hmmm? All I know is that I have not had a regular full or part time job in nearly two years, and I blame your administration for that. I have no interest in anything you say because I know you're only saying it to get re-elected, and I'm going to work hard to make sure you don't. You can retire to that "ranch" of yours in Crawford, TX, and rake in the speaking engagment fees. Sad to say, Mr. President, your father had much more class and more brains that you do. He made his gaffes, but he was a much better President that you ever hoped to be. Why don't you just admit that there were no WMD's in Iraq and get it over with. What's wrong with our leaders telling us the truth for a change?

End rant.


Sunday, February 22, 2004

My horoscope for 2/22/04


It's not your intention to sell yourself cheap. It's just that someone unfamiliar with your stunning worth is dictating the terms of this bargain. Long hours bring meager rewards. Poor planning is to blame for this, and you're the one with the date book in your hand. If possible, correct an embarrassing mistake in secret. Nobody else has to know about this little slip-up. Wounded pride can teach a memorable lesson within the privacy of your own mind. Let others maintain their unknowing respect for you. This time you'll feel as if you've really earned it.

- By

I'm going crazy! Get me the hell outta here!

I've just about had it with everyone and everything that has to do with my staying here. Between my mother's apathy and my sister's bitchiness, I'm just about at the breaking point.

The big losers here would be the boys.

But as long as I stay here and am not able to find a job, I am just a burden on everyone. I don't see any way I can stay here any longer. I might end up in the loony bin before long.

I can't take this anymore. It's not like anything that I expected when I came here. I thought I'd have no problem finding a job. I thought that I could get disability from Social Security, but that is a long, drawn out process. I might have a hearing as soon as next month, but who knows?

All i know at this point is that when I get some money and take care of some obligations, I'm leaving Oklahoma, and I won't return until I can take care of myself. It's better for everyone all around if I do.

Saon wasn't exactly thrilled when I told him I was thinking about going back to New England...why should he care, it's not like we have a future together or anything.

He got what he thinks he fix his marriage. He must like being miserable. I thought he was happy with me. I guess I was way wrong on that one.


Friday, February 20, 2004


The Friday 5 for the week ending February 20, 2004:

When was the last time you...

1. ...went to the doctor? January 2003
2. ...went to the dentist? January 5, 2004
3. ...filled your gas tank? Tuesday
4. enough sleep? 1989? I don't know!
5. ...backed up your computer? I don't think I ever have.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Happy 5th Birthday, Amalia!!!

Love, Auntie Stefie

And he said he'd never leave Louisiana again...

Saon called me yesterday with the news that he and the IB are heading back to Minnesota next month. Apparently, her sister is very ill with Hepatitis C (think Naomi Judd and Pam Anderson), and Michele now wants to be there for her. Wasn't it because her sister was sick that she left, that she couldn't handle the stress, etc? she able to handle it better now?

Anyway, Saon says he's going to tell Belle Chasse at the end of the month that he will be leaving. He's also giving up his place in Westwego (he moved there not just a month ago) and staying with a friend until they leave.

We talked for a few minutes, and he asked how things were there. I told him that I was thinking about going back to Massachusetts and he asked me, "why you wanna go back there?" Because there is nothing other than temp jobs for me here in Oklahoma, I told him, and I have people I can talk to there, because I can't talk to my family about anything. All he said was "oh" then said he had to go because there was a run ready to leave.

They'll be moving into his mother in law's house (that Michele helped her buy), and M-I-L will be staying with the sick sister. Personally, Michele should go alone initially and get things set up there while Saon works in New Orleans and saves enough money to have a little to live on in case he doesn't find work there right away. It won't happen that way, though, because Saon's all about doing things now before he has a chance to think about them. If I even suggest something like that, he'll just blow it off and when it blows up in his face (like the last time he went there), he'll ask why I didn't say anything; to which I'd just say "Because you wouldn't have listened anyway."

I think he was a little put off by my declaration that I wanted to go back to Massachusetts. He knows how my life here is, I don't see why he's so surprised. But, I can't worry about what he thinks about what I do anymore. If he's truly my friend, then he'll support me in whatever I decide.

The upside to all this (and there is one, believe it or not): Michele will have Saon to lean on during times of stress because of her sister's illness, and Saon will be out of the West Bank and away from all those people who want to see him fail.

And I still have that ragin Cajun as my friend...I wonder if I'll ever get over him...


Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Q: "Are you better off now than you were 4 years ago?"

A: hell, no!

Since Mr. Bush took office, I have been diagnosed with a chronic illness, lost my job, moved to Oklahoma, been unable to find employment, applied for Disability and SSI (and been denied twice!), and if I were not living with my mother, I'd be homeless.

The jobs that I do, and have done all of my working life, are all being outsourced to contries like India. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, and I can't find even a part time job in my field. When I apply at places like Seven Eleven, I'm told I'm overqualified and would be bored within a months time and quit. I don't want to go back to the financial industry, but I will if I have no other choice. I occasionally get work though a temp agency, but those jobs are few and far between, as jobs like janitors, gardeners, housekeepers, etc. are more in demand. With my Fibromyalgia, I cannot do jobs like that. Sometimes I'm lucky to be able to get out of bed in the morning (if it were up to me, I'd be there now instead of the library writing this, but I really can't stand my mom's housekeeper).

So, Mr. Bush, your tenure as president has made my life a living hell. You really do care about your future more than you do mine. You'll be getting a shitload of dead presidents for speaking engagements when you are beat in November, and what'll I have? Right now, I have no fuckin' idea what I'll have, if anything!

You've sent hundreds of thousands of men and women to Iraq to fight in a war started under false pretenses (i.e. there are no WMD's). Some 500 of them have died for your cause. Granted, I'm glad Saddam is gone and the people of Iraq can have a chance at a better life, but at what cost to us, the American taxpayer? Will we be paying for this war thru higher taxes? Will there be a draft and will I be the mother at home glued to the television hoping not to hear that her son(s) is/are among the casualties? I have two sons who are old enough to be drafted if it were to come to that. Just how long can National Guard troops and Reservists keep serving? When they joined these ranks, they never expected to be sent to Iraq for up to a year, then only get two weeks at home with their families before they are sent back for another year. Morale is low, and troops are being offered lots of money to re-up. Like that's going to make the separations from their families any easier?

I will not be voting for George W. Bush come November. Why would I? What has he done for me lately?


Monday, February 16, 2004

Jon's stepdad died today

Jon called this morning to say that his stepfather, Jim, died this morning. Understandibly, his mother is upset. He asked her if he should move back to California, and she told him that she'd let him know. When I talked to him, I told him if he does go back to California, I'd take his apartment in Haverhill.

And, I'm sorry that Jim is gone, but I never really liked him all that much. He was one of those tough guys from the midwest (specifically, Wisconsin) who had all kinds of opinions about everything, but in fact probably knew very little about anything (i.e. politics). He was also a bigot, and made no apologies for it. He put down everyone and words like wetback, spic, and wop came out of his mouth frequently. He also turned his wife into a spineless jelly fish. Jim's word was law, and God help anyone who thought otherwise. When Jon and I were having problems with money, his mother was no help, because she'd always had to "ask Jim", and we both knew Jim's answer would be no.

The one of the last times I saw him, he, Mary, and his parents showed up at my sister's wedding uninvited, and my parents felt obligated to let them stay. That took a lot of gall, and I felt it was in rather poor taste. Times that I was in California after that, until my father died, I did my best to avoid having to see them (especially since Jon and I seperated and eventually divorced). They were at Dad's funeral and the wake afterward, and haven't seen them since. I have no plans to go to the funeral (Jon's another story, but if he goes, he may as well stay there). Mom and I are going to send a condolence card and have all the boys sign it, but that's pretty much all we can do.


Sunday, February 15, 2004

I was gonna rant...

but i thought better of it.


Saturday, February 14, 2004

Personality Test?

The Big Five Personality Test
Extroverted|||||||||||||||||| 76%
Introverted |||||| 24%
Friendly |||||||||||||| 56%
Aggressive |||||||||||| 44%
Orderly |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Disorderly |||||| 24%
Relaxed |||||||||||||| 54%
Openminded |||||||||||||||||| 72%
Closeminded |||||| 28%
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My fortune for 2/14/04

You have an unusual magnetic personality. Just be aware of your polarity.

Yeah, right. That's why I have no friends in Oklahoma. I wanna go back to New England.


Friday, February 13, 2004

It's Friday...must be time for--

the Friday Five!!! For the week ending February 13, 2004:

1. Are you superstitious? No

2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition? Just the usual stories of athletes who wear certain articles of clothing, jewelry, and such; or eat a certain food...silly stuff like that.

3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition? The one about the black cats. I've had several black cats and they don't bring you bad luck. Luck is of your own making.

4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual? See above.

5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not? No. It's convoluted nonsense. I read horoscopes for entertainment value, not as a guide to how I should or shouldn't live my life...

Thursday, February 12, 2004

I will remember the Friday Five tomorrow...

I swear!

Anyone notice that tomorrow is Friday the 13th? I ain't sceeared!

Personally, I like the number 13. Baker's dozens, after all, have 13 items. It's an odd number, and so am I...LOL! My father used to work on the 13th floor of an office building in Newport Beach, California. One day about 30 years ago (plus/minus 2 years. all I know is that i was a kid), some woman took an office chair, broke a window, then jumped out as a suicide...all from the 13th floor! All that did for me was scare me half to death and prolly caused my fear of heights. Still love the 13 though!

When I was 13, though, guys thought I was 18 and I got asked out on a lot of dates. I wasn't permitted to date until I was 15. I was never one to dupe a guy and tell him I was 18 when I wasn't...I was too afraid of the consequences!

Hmmm, maybe that's why I am the way I am now...still rebelling against being told what to do, how to do it, and what is "proper". I know when to be proper, and when to be me.

So, there! Take that!

In other news:

I've developed another idea for a book. Right now, the working title is Flink Pamingoes. I'll start that when I get done with Carnyville.

Times almost up...MorelaterZ--

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

He says, "Did you call me?"

Um, no, Saon, I didn't. Why?

"Someone called here asking for me. I thought it might be you because the guy who answered the phone didn't think it was Michele."


His excuses to call me are getting to be so lame. Why doesn't he just come out and say, "I just thought I'd give you a call..." or something like that. And, he called my cell phone first, and he almost never does that.

Anywho...he sounds depressed. He told me that things are "goin'", meaning that they are probably not going well with his alleged ex-wife. He said that he's got "bills up the ass", and that he and the IB aren't exactly getting along. She's not working, so money's really tight. He says because he has their only car, she can't really go and look for work. I told him that "half your family works for the cab company, what's stopping her from calling someone to pick her up and take her somewhere?" or why couldn't she look for work within walking distance? Is she that lazy? He wants to use their tax refund to buy himself a Crown Vic(toria) so she can have her truck back. Prolly even then she won't look for a job. She wants to be taken care of, but that's not really possible for a couple to live on one income (trust me, when Jon and I were still married, we did that, and it wasn't working...and this was 5, 6, and 7 years ago!). That girl needs a reality check, and I wouldn't mind giving her one! Personally, I think Saon should insist she get a job, and if she can't or won't, then he should ship her ass back to Minnesota and her mother. But, I can't suggest that to Saon, because he won't listen (and later I'll hear, "why didn't you tell me?" to which I would say that it probably wouldn't have done a lick of good). This is beginning to sound like what happened last year when they tried to reconcile. They are both very opinionated and stubborn people and they each want to be in control. Trouble with that is, someone has to be willing to relinquish control, and I don't see that happening with them.

Saon wants me to send him the manuscript for Carnyville, but not to his house in Westwego. He gave me the address to Belle Chasse to send it there in care of him. So Michele doesn't have a problem with Saon having female friends, eh? Sounds like a personal problem to me. Of course, maybe it's just me he doesn't want her to know that he's talking to me again. I stopped trying to figure out his logic long ago.

I may send him the manuscript to him at Belle Chasse. I don't know...

I can't figure out his marital problems for him, and it appears that neither one of them is willing to change to save their marriage.

They're both adults, let them figure it out. If they can't, then they should end it. Even I know that's no guaratee that Saon will want to get back with me. I only want him to be happy, and I fear he isn't.


Monday, February 09, 2004

The Four Agreements

Just to remind me why I should never give up (thank you, JC, for suggesting I read this book!):

Be impeccable with your word: Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using words to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love

Don't take anything personally: Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.

Don't make assumptions: Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

Always do your best: Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstances, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.


Here it is, my 40th birthday. I can't believe i'm this old! I don't look it, and certainly don't feel it. And, despite what Jeffrey says, I'M NOT OLD, DAMMIT!!!

As far as my mood, I don't know how I am, I just am. JC told me in an email recently that "just am" means I'm content, but I don't buy it. I'm anything but.

I have to think positive (but, JC, that is so hard, but I'm tryin'...I am!). I am so tempted to wallow in my own pathetic self pity, but I can't do that...because I'm better than the people and things that want to put me in the pity pool.

Yeah, the economy sucks, my job prospects suck...but my life DOES NOT suck. I'm still alive, still somewhat healthy, and still able to be a pain in the ass, so I'm not going to give up that easily.

So, bring on the 40's...I'm ready--for better or for worse.


Hemorrage (in my hands)

(I've sung this song in karaoke so many times, and I've heard it on the radio a lot lately, so I found the lyrics. This is by Fuel.)

Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging waters 'til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember everything I said when I said

Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding

Oh hold me now, I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries that life is like some movie black and white
Dead actors, vacant lies
Over and over and over again she cries

Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding

And I wanted
You turned away
You don't remember
But I do
You never even tried

Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again

Sunday, February 08, 2004

One more day...

then my 30's are so over!

And it appears that no one gives a damn. But, I'll wait until tomorrow.

I certainly hope my 40's are better than my 30's were. JC says to think positive and manifest yourself into whatever it is that you want to do. What I want to do is finish Carnyville and get it published. If I think it will happen, then it will happen. If it works for JC, why can't it work for me?

Speaking of Carnyville, I've printed out 120 pages, and I never realized how much writing I've actually done! It doesn't seem real when you are saving your work ot a floppy or a hard drive. Once it's printed out, it's an awesome accomplishment!

You can read the first nine chapters here.

It's real, and it's going to get published even if I have to find a way to do it myself!


Saturday, February 07, 2004

God, I just love this song!

All Things (Just Keep Getting Better)
Widelife (featuring Simone Denney)
From the CD "Queer Eye For the Straight Guy" Soundtrack

You came into my life
and my world never looked so bright yeah
it's true, you bring out the best in me
and now I can clearly see

Days keep getting better
Night keep getting better
it's true!

When you are around
All things just keep getting better
When you are around
All things just keep getting better

Say it's more than one day (more than one day)
That you'll be right here beside me (stay beside me)
It's you and all the things you do
that makes everything alright

Days keep getting better
Night keep getting better
it's true!

When you are around
All things just keep getting better
When you are around
All things just keep getting better

When we are together baby...
things keep getting better.
Better baby better baby,
When we are together baby, gether baby.
things keep getting better baby, better baby.
When we are togther...

When you are around

Why don't I remember these on Friday?

And now, once again, boyz and grrlz, it's the Friday 5 for the week ending February 6, 2004!!! (mad applause!):

1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Had sex in public.

2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of? Not try, but do it: get a tattoo.

3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle): What's life w/o risks? I'd say a 7

4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky? I met Saon.

5. ... and what's the worst? Being totally embarassed.

Thursday, February 05, 2004

Help me pay for my son's college education...

My son Jeff is going to college in the fall, and he's now applying for scholarships and grants and stuff. We're not going to do the financial aid stuff unless we absolutely have to. And since they have raised the tuition at the two schools that Jeff is considering (or rather, they're considering him), I'm going to need all the help I can get to pay for it.

What's next? A "bumpah stickah" (really missing life in New England right now) that says, "My kid and my money go to [insert name of college here]" ?

Right now, my kid, and eventually my money, will be going to college in Oklahoma, since he is a resident. He really had his heart set on a California school, though. He's applied to three in the University of California system that I am aware of. If one of them could offer Jeff a four year scholarship, that would be ideal. It's unlikely, of course...Jeff is a "B" student who has had to work very hard to achieve that. Pretty damned impressive for a kid with ADD if you ask me (and I know you didn't).

We'll see what happens here in the next few months...


Tuesday, February 03, 2004

I am so dragged out...

I can barely stay awake. I've been under the weather (aren't we all under the weather, if you think about it) since Sunday, so I guess I'm more unusually tired than usual. I fell asleep watching the local news this afternoon, and I had the hardest time waking up.

I wonder if all this is part of my clinical depression that I haven't seen a doctor for in over a year (since I've been in OK). Sometimes it just paralysizes me to the point where I don't want to do anything. I have to force myself to get out of bed some mornings just to get going for the day.

I don't feel like talking to anyone today. I should call Saon, but I just don't want to. The only number I have is for his job, and that makes me feel uncomfortable calling him there. If he wants to talk to me bad enough, he'll call me. I think his first of his next three days off is tomorrow, so if I do call him, it won't be until the weekend.

He's not ready to take his marriage seriously...not if he wants to talk to me all the time and tell me he loves me. There's something wrong there, I just have a gut feeling. Not that he'll admit it (especially if he's at work and there are others around possibly listening in). He needs to either get a phone card or a cell phone...

But that's for him to figure out all on his own.


Monday, February 02, 2004


JC's gettin' married!

I got an email from him this afternoon with this announcement. He and his fiancee Kelly are getting married in August. They've been together a while, so I guess it was just a matter of time. He'll be 40 in May, so maybe that had something to do with it.

I'm so thrilled for him! I've never met Kelly, but I'm sure if JC loves her, she's a special person indeed.


Sunday, February 01, 2004


New England: 32
Carolina: 29


Time again for...

the friday five

You have just won one million dollars:

1. Who do you call first? My mom.

2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself? A car.

3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else? Pay off my mom's house.

4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom? Not right away.

5. Do you invest any? If so, how? Yes, but I'm not sure how I'd invest it.

Aw man...The Super Bowl is on and

the nice Cajun boy (Jake Delhomme) plays for the wrong team!


"You Raise Me Up" --Josh Groban

"You Raise Me Up"

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.