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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

What exactly does all this mean...and why has it become the New Years anthem?

What are my plans...to do absolutely nothings, nada, zilch, zero! I plan to stay in and relax...will not be surprised if I don't bring in the new year alseep.

2007 was good, but I am expecting 2008 to be great!

Happy New Year Everyone!

Fellas Watch Out!

It's getting hard to tell the difference between an original and a fake...

This Christmas...

When we were little, and we knew we were not going to get what we wanted for Christmas...my sister and I would sing...

And this Christmas, will be
A very scimpy Chrismtas for me

And this Christmas will just be another day...

Yeah...we have so lost sight of the meaning of what tomorrow truly means.

At age 12 I decided that I was against the commercializatin of the holiday, and was against decorating or exchanging gifts....but my then 8yrd old sister was not hearing that.

Somewhere along the way, Christ has been forgotten. For me Christmas is a time to share and celebrate family. This Christmas will be the first that I will spend without my mother...she had to work. So, I just might head her way for New Years...maybe.

I did not buy one Christmas present this year. I just have not been in the mood...I told my nieces to catch me after Christmas...

I am baking a lemon cake and making a banana pudding for tomorrow...yum. I am also bringing the baked mac & cheese...let's pray my sister does not mess up the ham.

But back to the reason for the seaon...Jesus is the reason, and I thank him. As a Christian I celebrate Christ...there is no Xmas here...

But I do think that O Holy Night as sung by Eric Cartman says it all...

Jesus was born, and so I get presents...

It's Jesus' birthday we are celebrating...so why do we deserve to receive anything?



Happy Christmakwanzaakah...

Ah Bah-humbug to that...

Merry Christmas!

You Ain't Hitting in NY

Man, I my thighs are sore and my back is stiff. Why? Because I thought it was a good idea to visit my HS days and dance like Hammer. I was spending time with the nieces...um...babysitting actually...and they brought along some entertainment for the day. Well, after a couple of hours of the HS Musical 2 soundtrack and Hannah Montana, I thought I was going to loose my mind. Before I took the youngsters' cd's and destroyed them with my bare hands as I cried out in pain...I decided to take matters in my own hands and provide the entertainment myself. So, I went to old trusty youtube, and we begin to watch old MJ vid's...I'm talking Rock Witcha and Thriller. Even threw in a little Say, Say, Say because the oldest asked me who was Paul McCartney. Well, this led to my nieces saying that MJ was the best dancer, than Usher. I said "Don't forget to throw Hammer in the Mix", and they responded "MC Hammer?!", with puzzled looks on their faces. I forget, the only Hammer they know of is from the Nation Wide and Potato Chip commercials, lol. So, I had to show them how to Turn This Mutha Out...and I am regretting it 24hrs later. I guess I need to hit the gym, lol.

Rejected

Over and Over in My mind
I hear these lines…
Silly of me, to think that I
Would ever have you for my guy…Yeah…silly of me…
To believe you, when you said, you liked me
I once said that I did not think I measured up to your standards
Your response…
How could you NOT know you are the highest measure?
Yeah, now I know you were feeding me a line
But see…to me…
That was real, it was my reality
Because for me, you set the bar
Funny how quickly things can change
The same man that gave me hugs and kisses, told me he missed me
Know disregards my presence, ignores my questions, treats me with disrespect
The same man who played the role…you know…
“I think I might get hurt because I will end up liking you more…”
Yeah, well…guess who ended up hurt.
I stopped looking once I found you...
Yet you continuously looked past me
I said I would not cry, but it’s easier said than done…
Because although you’ve forgotten me, you’re still with me
You’re in my thoughts, and you haunt my dreams
But as much as I am hurting right now, I have to press on
Time does not stand still, life moves on…regardless of what’s going on.
I think to myself…
Weeping only endures for the night…
For now, I’m rejected
But it was to be expected
See I’m Loving, Giving
And some just can’t handle it…
They are scared to be loved
Don’t know what’s it’s like to be loved
And I have just accepted
That with these types…
I will always be rejected.

Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.

You're A Mean One

I have been snacking on almonds and sipping on PowerAde all day…wonder why my feet are a bit swollen.

All I want for Christmas is…well, there are a lot of things I would like to receive…but as bloated as I feel right now (see above), I will gladly take a couple of pairs of Spanx.

I am ready for the holidays, so I can get a much needed break.

I went to the nieces choir concert earlier this week…it was a hot mess. You know, I actually had a pretty good music education by the time I was her age. I started playing the trumpet at age 8 and at age 9 I was learning proper vocal techniques…Ms. Ruthstrom did not play. But these poor guides, are being poorly taught and misguided. All I could do was *smh*, did not even find it cute or touching. They were singing without opening their mouths…monotone and lifeless. It was pretty painful. Thank you elementary school music teachers…this is something I later have to come along and correct as a vocal coach…speaking of…I need to get back into the groove. Wonder how talentless individuals could be so disillusioned that they actually think they have a chance of being the next American Idol…attend an elementary choir concert…it all starts somewhere.

I have been a bit of a funk…work stuff, boy-girl stuff, money stuff…just stuff! I have so much I want to do, and right now I have limited resources. I have a couple of deals that need to go through at the office…I've done all that I can to get them to close…fingers are crossed and prayers have gone up! Now with the boy-girl stuff, there is nothing that I really can do. I get no response, I get frustrated, he gets annoyed, I snap…I mean…what can a girl do? Sometimes you need a little reassurance…and if not, you have to go with your gut.

I am wearing a pair of clunky Steve Madden (man shoes) that I bought back in 1995…I can't believe I still have them, I am constantly throwing things away… and they are in good shape.

I made red beans & rice, mac & cheese, and cornbread last night...then I did not want to eat it once it was done. I did eat a little bit, and I have plenty of left-overs, anyone want to come over for dinner tonight?

I really need it to be the weekend. I need to get some much needed rest and relaxation. I was awake with my thoughts for most of last night, and to my surprise the monkey has not jumped on my back yet. However, I plan to go to bed early and without interruptions tonight. As an e-d friend of mine put it…worrying will kill you…and I am not ready to die!

My co-worker played my song today (as she calls it)…You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch….

Christmas-Christmas time is here…Bah-Humbug!

Move

I absolutely love me some Jr. Gong!

He is one of my favorite current artist and I find him extremly sexy.

Here is the video for my favorite Damien Marley song, Move. The, Exodus Sample is fire! Nice way to pay homage to his father.

Me Myself & I

I'm not only a fan...I'm the club president.

Yep...I am a grown azz woman who proudly admits she loves her some Bey, and this is one of my fav's.