A pair

The Soprano and The Alto

Tasha

I swiped these from Amanda's blog.
Is this kid cute or what.
She's like Gerber Baby cute.
I can't believe how cute she is, but considering that she's part Gooch, how could she not be cute.
;)

I love that one!

It's Vermeer time again.

I love Vermeer.
I decided a while ago that if Vermeer had been a composer, he would have been Chopin and that if Chopin had been a painter, he would have been Vermeer.
Yes, I think about things like that.

So, lyrics were in my head and they seemed to fit this particular painting, so there you have it.

I should be in bed.
I was awakened at 1:45 am by a friend who was scared to do death that someone had broken into her house.
An hour and a half later, after I told her to call 911, I was trying to go to sleep again.
To set your mind at ease, the nice officers didn't find anything and everyone is okay.

I gotta go to bed.
Ornament setup tomorrow.
Yay.
*sigh*

Update

So, I was asked to update.

The third and the fourth were nice.
Outrageously nice weather.
Not so spectacular fireworks.

The boys were lovely and I had shakey arms to prove it.
:)

Ornament premiere is this weekend.
Happy happy, joy joy.

I've been having odd dreams lately, for no particular reason I can think of, except that I have odd dreams anyways.
*sigh*

People are so tiresome sometimes.
I apologize if I am tiresome.
Please forgive me.

I made a magnificent cake yesterday.



It's lovely.

There.
I've updated.
Is everybody happy now?

Spider's Web - Katie Melua

If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some sense they're all the same.

Because the line between,
Wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread,
From a spider's web.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.

I could tell you to go to war,
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,
How do I know which is right,
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight.

Because the line between wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.

Should we act on a blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.
Because the line between wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind