It's My Blogoversary...# ONE

I guess it was a little over a year ago that I started reading other people's blogs. First I read just a couple, then a couple more, then I had an unending list of blogs that I kept up on....just hopping from one to another, but of course I had my favorites! I decided to give it a try myself...ya know...just publish a couple of words here and there...babble on about random stuff. It seems I can always find something to ramble on about!! :) I must thank Joy as her blog became my Very First Favorite!! (hmmmmm...do you think it had ANYTHING to do with the fact that she owns Mushu??? and Mushu looks suspiciously like Chloe???) And today, I consider her a friend! Isn't it amazing the impact the blogosphere has on all of us today??Besides, it IS fun!! And addicting. My house is probably a lot less tended to. But my head and my heart feel better!! My name is Jeanne and I am a blogoholic!

I have found a wonderful sense of community out there in the blogging world! I am so glad to have become acquainted with all of you!!

I am so thankful for those who comment regularly! You make my day! Since I have joined Blog365, I'm hoping I can keep up with the challenge of blogging every day. So far, so good!!

Here’s to another great year of blogging!!

We JUST got done with NaBloPoMo and now THIS?

holidailies

I can't do it. I just can't. I will try to blog once a day, every day, but seriously. I cannot commit. I am physically unable to do that during the month of December when I'm supposed to be baking, decorating, doing cards, wrapping, shopping, mailing, going to visit my Dad at his Rehab....and the list goes on and ON......................

I'm A Dancer

International Picture of the Year. Here are two very touching photos...

FirstPlace


Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News
When 2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport , Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac.

During the arrival of another Marine's casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as so powerful: 'See the people in the windows? They sat right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that brought him home,' he said 'They will remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should.'

Second Place


Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News
The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. 'I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,' she said. 'I think that's what he would have wanted.'

'No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.'
-- Ronald Reagan

Blue Fridays.
Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority' We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that .. every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear
something blue.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of blue much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in BLUE and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is ...'We need your support and your prayers.' Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something blue every Friday.

WaHoo! Helio Castroneves & Julianne Hough WINNERS!!

Julianne Hough was my favorite from the very beginning when she danced last season with Olympic Speed Skater Apolo Anton Ohno and she WON last season too!! I'm so happy for both her and Helio. They danced well and had very good chemistry on the dancefloor. It appeared to me that Mel and Max had WAY tooooooo much confidence they were going to win. I am thrilled Helio and Julianne won!!

Helio Castroneves got the checkered flag he never dreamed of Tuesday night when he won ABC’s “Dancing With the Stars” competition in Los Angeles.
Castroneves, a two-time Indianapolis 500 winner from Brazil, hoisted the Mirror Ball Trophy with dance partner Julianne Hough before what was expected to be nearly 25 million television viewers.
“This is an incredible moment,” Castroneves said while clutching a jug of milk, his drink of choice after race victories at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. “I wanted this so bad.”

Castroneves and fellow finalist Melanie Brown of the Spice Girls each received perfect scores in Tuesday’s final round. Fan voting also was factored in.

“It will look so good between my two Indy 500 trophies,” Castroneves said of his "Dancing" trophy.

Castroneves said that he was “shocked” by the victory: “I was not expecting it. Mel, she’s an incredible dancer.”

Castroneves and Hough came into the finals in second place, one point behind Brown and her partner, Maksim Chmerkovskiy.

Brown was described as “the most versatile dancer” of the 12 celebrities by one of the show’s judges, Len Goodman.

But judge Bruno Tonioli said Castroneves is “like the sunny side of life.”

Castroneves, the third consecutive athlete to win the competition, singled out the people of Indianapolis for supporting him during the 10-week event.

“It’s been the most amazing experience,” he said. “I have to thank America, and especially Indianapolis, for voting for me.”

Overall, Brown was by far the more polished performer, consistently wowing the judges with her versatility and flair. But Castroneves’ personality and enthusiasm, plus an effortless quickstep on his final performance, earned enough viewer votes to carry the day. His partner, Hough, also had won last season’s competition, with speed skater Apollo Anton Ohno.

Brown admitted that losing “was a horrible feeling. I’m not going to deny it.”

Earlier Tuesday, as expected, Marie Osmond was the first finalist to be eliminated. She and her partner, Jonathan Roberts, came into the finals in third place with 46 points after a doll-inspired freestyle routine panned by judges and bloggers alike.

Osmond, 48, had enjoyed strong viewer support throughout the hit show’s fifth season while enduring the death of her father and fainting on stage.

The show “gave me something that I knew was solid, something I can count on,” she said in a segment recorded before her ouster. “It’s been one of the best experiences of my life.”

Castroneves is scheduled to be in New York today for an appearance on ABC’s “Good Morning America.”

Thursday in New York, he is to be a guest on the TV show “The View,” before flying to Orlando, Fla., to participate in a Christmas parade at Walt Disney World.

The ABC show began with a dozen dancers. Model-actress Josie Maran was the first to be eliminated. Other nixed contestants were actresses Sabrina Bryan, Jennie Garth and Jane Seymour, billionaire entrepreneur Mark Cuban, entertainer Wayne Newton, boxer Floyd Mayweather, actor Cameron Mathison (who took off his shirt after his last dance Tuesday) and model Albert Reed.
Web site predicted second place

Earlier in the day, a Web site that tracks fan telephone calls to such reality shows as “Dancing With the Stars” had Castroneves finishing second in the finale.
The Web site (www.dialidol.com) had correctly identified each celebrity to be eliminated since the season began, even noting the surprising knockout of entertainer Sabrina Bryan, the best dancer of the 12 celebrities who began the competition in September.
The Web site expected Melanie Brown to win with Marie Osmond third.

The ABC show averaged around 20 million weekly viewers for each of its twice-weekly episodes in the 2006-07 season, eclipsed only by Fox powerhouse “American Idol.” Last week, “Dancing” drew nearly 22 million viewers, making it the No. 1 show.

Quote of the Day

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

~Marianne Williamson

You Thought YOUR Dog Was Smart??

Ever Wish You ...

were an Only Sibling????? Families....ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me crazy sometimes. I have two sisters and am Always in the Middle. Nothing new...I always have been. My brother chooses not to get involved in the "stuff" that happens here as he lives a day's drive away. Sometimes I wish I lived MORE than a day's drive away... I know that these are the holidays and I have ten million things to get ready for Christmas. And my dad is in the hospital. And they don't want him to go home. They want him to go to a rehab facility as he will be in a back brace for some time. His house has stairs. Lots of stairs. He can't really dress himself and take care of himself right now. That's the reason his Dr. wants him to go to a facility where they can help him. They have to wait for the vertebrae in his back to heal some before he can even start walking. He is in an awful lot of pain. Oh, and did I mention that he is eighty years old?? Doesn't always make alot of sense. I'm not sure if it is the heavy painkillers....or old age / dementia....or probably a combination of the two. I'm amazed sometimes at what comes out of his mouth! And my younger sister gets away with everything. Just everything! I'm upset. Very upset with the state of affairs right now.

Tried to go out and do some Christmas shopping this afternoon. It's REALLY hard to do that when you are as pissed off as I was. Or am. Yes, I still am. I can't get in to all of the specifics. But there are alot of reasons why I wish I was an only child on some days.

But, then again, I feel bad that my daughter will have to deal with me all by herself. And, if I am eighty, I probably will be kinda mean and kinda loony or shall I say bitchy. I will keep repeating to myself....this too shall pass...this too shall pass...

Inspiration for the Day

If you just look at all that already exists in your life, all that you already have: unlimited air to breathe, ample lighting to see, music to hear, books to read, stars to dream by, trees to gaze at, floors to dance on, friends to cavort with, enemies to befriend, strangers to meet, woods to walk through, beaches to comb, rocks to scale, rains to cleanse you, rivers to float you, animals to comfort you, you do have to admit, there's more of it than you could ever, ever, ever spend.

Tough Day

Dad's back in the hospital so I don't have alot of time to post today....he's got a couple of broken vertebrae in his back, along with some circulation problems. They are still testing with MRI's and others. I'm just exhausted and will be back to posting tomorrow, but true to NaBloPoMo....just checking in!

Heroes in the Arctic Region

I was watching Nightline tonight and this amazing story came on about this team way, WAY up in Alaska. And, here I am bitching that I have to get the gloves, boots, heavy coat out tonight!! The ground stays FROZEN here in this town all year round...can you imagine??? No wonder they have a dropout rate of over 50% at their high school. The kids can't even go outside...it is too cold! Kinda puts things in perspective...Enjoy this video...the heartwarming part of the story is that a woman from Jacksonville, Florida actually DONATED the money to build a football field with astroturf for this high school football team. She sure is a hero.

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/eticket/story?page=tundra


Football's Newest, Northern Fans
An Alaskan High School Embraces Football After Fundraiser Brings Field to Frozen Town
Nov. 21, 2007 —


Life is hard in Barrow, Alaska, deep inside the Arctic Circle where the permanently frozen ground means no trees or plants can grow and roads can't be paved.


It's one of the northernmost communities on the planet, and in this small town you're more likely to see a whale scratching its back along the shoreline than something as ordinary as a house fly. This time of year the sun never sets, and during winter there is no sunlight.


Watch the full report from Neal Karlinsky Thursday on "Nightline" at 11:35 p.m. EDT.


"The wind chill gets to 110 below zero. The buses get so cold the tires get square and we can't turn them," Barrow school superintendent Trent Blankenship told ABC's Neal Karlinsky. "We have an aide who stands at the door and makes sure the kids gets on and don't get blown away."

Drug and alcohol abuse rates are off the charts. Most kids have only one parent and the high school dropout rate was a staggering 50 percent until the school began a strange new program last year -- football.


They have never had a football team in Barrow, and the population of mostly Eskimo kids was more familiar with how to spear a whale than how to catch a pigskin.


The Barrow Whalers learned to play with the help of their computer science teacher Mark Voss, who last coached a team 23 years ago in Arkansas.


He wasn't prepared for one of the challenges they would face.


"I was going out to our playing field last year," Voss said. "Someone called just before we got on the bus and said, 'Hey there's a polar bear sighted out there.' We had to be a little more aware and have a plan if we had to evacuate and hop back on the bus."



Finding a Field From a Warmer, Southern State

For their first season they played on gravel and used flour for the yard lines that birds would promptly eat.


But the field wasn't their only problem. The nearest opponent was located at least 500 miles away and there are no roads in and out of town, so every game either home or away involved putting an entire team on an airplane.


Still, the new sport engaged the kids like never before, and attendance and grades shot up.


"They needed something more, and it was outrageous for them to try it but they did," said Cathy Parker, a Florida woman who heard about the boys of Barrow from 4,000 miles away.


She decided to make it her mission to raise more than a half million dollars in less than a year to aid the team's travel budget and give them a better field.


"I'm basically just a woman who saw a story on ESPN about this town Barrow in Alaska that was struggling to reverse their high teen birth rate and high dropout rate and high drug use. And they implemented a football program," Parker said. "My family believes football can do a lot of things to encourage young people. And it was just one of those things that kept burning in my heart and I wanted to do something."



Down to the Wire on Opening Day

Parker raised the funds through her church and small donors, and for the new season a professional turf field was flown in and put together literally next to the Arctic Ocean, just in time for this past weekend's first game and their donor's first visit.


The entire town came out for the emotional game to give thanks and watch the Whalers play on bright blue turf painted in the school colors.


But the Whalers began to fall apart under the pressure.

At one point a commentator said you could almost "feel the air coming out of this stadium."


Then, as they were down by two touchdowns with two minutes to go, the unthinkable happened and the Whalers completed a touchdown, recovered a turnover, and with 42 seconds left on the clock this hard luck team of misfits turned into winners.


"Miracles, they keep happening!" Parker said.


After the big win, instead of dunking the coach in Gatorade, the team sprinted off the field and straight into the Arctic -- a group of kids who never knew beating the odds was an option until they got a chance to actually do it.


For more information contact: http://projectalaskaturf.com/

This report originally aired on August 24, 2007


Copyright © 2007 ABC News Internet Ventures

And a safe trip to all who are travelling!!

If you just look at all that already exists in your life, all that you
already have: unlimited air to breathe, ample lighting to see, music to
hear, books to read, stars to dream by, trees to gaze at, floors to
dance on, friends to cavort with, enemies to befriend, strangers to
meet, woods to walk through, beaches to comb, rocks to scale, rains to
cleanse you, rivers to float you, animals to comfort you, you do have to
admit, there's more of it than you could ever, ever, ever spend.

Thanksgiving Dinner In 1 Hour??

Think it's impossible to create a tasty holiday meal in only one hour? Think again. The following guide will help you cook a succulent roast bird, a savory apple and sage dressing, flavorful green beans, and a sweet homemade cranberry and cherry sauce. Just an FYI....this would be for a SMALL gathering, or a senior citizen...or a single person:


1 minute

Center rack in your oven and set the temperature to 500 degrees F.

3 minutes

Add 1 cup orange juice and 1 ½ cups of cranberry juice (not cocktail) into a medium saucepan and place over medium-high heat.

8 minutes

Place two turkey breasts (skin side up) on a baking sheet. Rub them with olive oil (2 tablespoons) and sprinkle with a tablespoon of thyme and salt, followed by a pinch of freshly ground black pepper on each. Place into oven.

15 minutes

Add 1 cup (packed) brown sugar, ¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon, ¼ teaspoon allspice to juices in saucepan. Bring to a boil. Stir in 1 cup dried cherries and cook for 2 minutes. Stir in 3 cups (one 12-ounce bag) cranberries.

25 minutes

Chop 1 large, day-old French baguette (6 cups) and add to a large mixing bowl. Peel, core and chop 3 green apples and add to the bowl and set aside.

Remove cranberry mixture from heat and transfer it to a serving bowl and set aside to cool.

42 minutes

Melt ¼ cup butter in a skillet on medium heat. Chop 1 large yellow onion and add to skillet. Saute onion until softened, and then add half of the onions to bread cubes and apples. (Keep other half of onions in skillet off heat.) Add 3 tablespoons of chopped fresh sage, ¼ cup chopped parsley and 1 cup of chicken broth to dressing mixture and gently blend. Add mixture from mixing bowl into a shallow 9 x 13-inch baking dish and place dish into oven on a rack below the meat.

57 minutes

Remove ends and wash 1 pound of green beans. Add beans to a pot of boiling water, cook 4 minutes and drain. Set aside to cool. Meanwhile, heat 2 tablespoons olive oil with the remaining onions in the skillet over medium heat. Add 1 tablespoon minced garlic and a pinch of salt and pepper. Transfer onion mixture to a large serving bowl with green beans and toss. Set aside.

58 minutes

Remove dressing and turkey breasts from the oven. Slice breasts and place on serving platter.

1 hour

Dinner is served. Happy Thanksgiving!

I Have Heard Everything Now!

Sweeping the Clouds Away
By VIRGINIA HEFFERNAN
Sunny days! The earliest episodes of “Sesame Street” are available on digital video! Break out some Keebler products, fire up the DVD player and prepare for the exquisite pleasure-pain of top-shelf nostalgia.

Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”

Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.

Nothing in the children’s entertainment of today, candy-colored animation hopped up on computer tricks, can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. Back then — as on the very first episode, which aired on PBS Nov. 10, 1969 — a pretty, lonely girl like Sally might find herself befriended by an older male stranger who held her hand and took her home. Granted, Gordon just wanted Sally to meet his wife and have some milk and cookies, but . . . well, he could have wanted anything. As it was, he fed her milk and cookies. The milk looks dangerously whole.

Live-action cows also charge the 1969 screen — cows eating common grass, not grain improved with hormones. Cows are milked by plain old farmers, who use their unsanitary hands and fill one bucket at a time. Elsewhere, two brothers risk concussion while whaling on each other with allergenic feather pillows. Overweight layabouts, lacking touch-screen iPods and headphones, jockey for airtime with their deafening transistor radios. And one of those radios plays a late-’60s news report — something about a “senior American official” and “two billion in credit over the next five years” — that conjures a bleak economic climate, with war debt and stagflation in the offing.

The old “Sesame Street” is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for softies born since 1998, when the chipper “Elmo’s World” started. Anyone who considers bull markets normal, extracurricular activities sacrosanct and New York a tidy, governable place — well, the original “Sesame Street” might hurt your feelings.

I asked Carol-Lynn Parente, the executive producer of “Sesame Street,” how exactly the first episodes were unsuitable for toddlers in 2007. She told me about Alistair Cookie and the parody “Monsterpiece Theater.” Alistair Cookie, played by Cookie Monster, used to appear with a pipe, which he later gobbled. According to Parente, “That modeled the wrong behavior” — smoking, eating pipes — “so we reshot those scenes without the pipe, and then we dropped the parody altogether.”

Which brought Parente to a feature of “Sesame Street” that had not been reconstructed: the chronically mood-disordered Oscar the Grouch. On the first episode, Oscar seems irredeemably miserable — hypersensitive, sarcastic, misanthropic. (Bert, too, is described as grouchy; none of the characters, in fact, is especially sunshiney except maybe Ernie, who also seems slow.) “We might not be able to create a character like Oscar now,” she said.

Snuffleupagus is visible only to Big Bird; since 1985, all the characters can see him, as Big Bird’s old protestations that he was not hallucinating came to seem a little creepy, not to mention somewhat strained. As for Cookie Monster, he can be seen in the old-school episodes in his former inglorious incarnation: a blue, googly-eyed cookievore with a signature gobble (“om nom nom nom”). Originally designed by Jim Henson for use in commercials for General Foods International and Frito-Lay, Cookie Monster was never a righteous figure. His controversial conversion to a more diverse diet wouldn’t come until 2005, and in the early seasons he comes across a Child’s First Addict.

The biggest surprise of the early episodes is the rural — agrarian, even — sequences. Episode 1 spends a stoned time warp in the company of backlighted cows, while they mill around and chew cud. This pastoral scene rolls to an industrial voiceover explaining dairy farms, and the sleepy chords of Joe Raposo’s aimless masterpiece, “Hey Cow, I See You Now.” Chewing the grass so green/Making the milk/Waiting for milking time/Waiting for giving time/Mmmmm.

Oh, what’s that? Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. In spite of the show’s devotion to its “target child,” the “4-year-old inner-city black youngster” (as The New York Times explained in 1979), the first episodes join kids cavorting in amber waves of grain — black children, mostly, who must be pressed into service as the face of America’s farms uniquely on “Sesame Street.”

In East Harlem and Bedford-Stuyvesant in 1978, 95 percent of households with kids ages 2 to 5 watched “Sesame Street.” The figure was even higher in Washington. Nationwide, though, the number wasn’t much lower, and was largely determined by the whims of the PBS affiliates: 80 percent in houses with young children. The so-called inner city became anywhere that “Sesame Street” played, because the Children’s Television Workshop declared the inner city not a grim sociological reality but a full-color fantasy — an eccentric scene, framed by a box and far removed from real farmland and city streets alike.

The concept of the “inner city” — or “slums,” as The Times bluntly put it in its first review of “Sesame Street” — was therefore transformed into a kind of Xanadu on the show: a bright, no-clouds, clear-air place where people bopped around with monsters and didn’t worry too much about money, cleanliness or projecting false cheer. The Upper West Side, hardly a burned-out ghetto, was said to be the model.

People on “Sesame Street” had limited possibilities and fixed identities, and (the best part) you weren’t expected to change much. The harshness of existence was a given, and no one was proposing that numbers and letters would lead you “out” of your inner city to Elysian suburbs. Instead, “Sesame Street” suggested that learning might merely make our days more bearable, more interesting, funnier. It encouraged us, above all, to be nice to our neighbors and to cultivate the safer pleasures that take the edge off — taking baths, eating cookies, reading. Don’t tell the kids.

Your Time Is Limited

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

-Steve Jobs Co-Founder and CEO of Apple Computer"

The Anniversary Party

Ever been to an Anniversary Party when you knew ABSOLUTELY nobody?? Let me rephrase that....I mean we did know the couple whose anniversary we were celebrating. The couple who was celebrating 25 years of marriage was my husband's fraternity brother and his wife. I did know his mother. But, you know how it goes....the guests of honor and the hosts are going to be busy, busy, busy....just mingling and making sure everybody else is happy! Oh. I probably should mention that I don't drink. So, my husband heads over to the bar. I pour myself a coke and survey the room. Ah HA!! I spy the cookie table...the Italian cookie table!! And, I might add...I LOVE me some Italian baked goods. So, I decide that I will stand over there and just photograph a "few" things before the guests of honor arrive. Then, I get antsy. I need to talk to someone. So, I spy the young lady who is one of the hosts....the daughter of the fraternity brother...introduce myself and the party has begun. She used to play with my daughter...when they were like 13. I'm really surprised she remembered me. Or maybe she just said that. Anyway, within minutes, her parents are scheduled to arrive. So, we are all QUIET and when they walk in we all yell, SURPRISE! And. No reaction. Shock? I guess so. Must Be. So, we say hello and we go sit at our assigned seat. I do not recognize any of the people at the table. I do, however, recognize the "names" of the people on the two nametags next to mine. I recognize the names from the mailbox out on the road at the cottage. But, I have never met the people. Well, what a fabulous time we had!! It was very low key. No speeches at all. DELICIOUS food!! Chicken French to die for!! It will be another eleven years til we reach 25 years of marriage. I'll be 61. My husband will be 72 years old. Here's to another 11 years! And, I am so glad that I did not miss this day of posting for NaBloPoMo! Hope you all aren't bored to tears!

Fun Fiero GT's from the Show!

Check YOUR Toothpaste!!

It does make one think that someone is out to get us!!

Imported Toothpaste

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small
When you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope that one more opens
Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance



And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making



Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider

Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance



And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

c. Lee Ann Womack, I Hope You Dance Lyrics

This Time....it's Chicken!

Just click on the pic and it'll open so you can at least read it! :) Check this one out....it's easy and I hope it's good!!