Hmmmm…….I haven’t been able to keep up much with posts for quite awhile but one person I always wanted to ‘get to know’ a bit more (and I don’t know if this is even possible) is Elyse. Another is your wife. Both….because they are obviously strong women who have supported a brilliant man in his endeavors! Which….as most the world already knows isn’t always easy to do.

So what it is that drives these women? Makes them tick? What do they do to make sure that they retain their own voice and their own passions?

Enquiring minds wanna know!

A little cybermouse told me you were looking for me! I would love to have a chat about common sense with you but I have a request to make.

I’ve just started working at a full time job and I haven’t found my time wise ‘niche’ yet. On top of the new job, my hub blew out his knee and is needing surgery (Pre-Op appt this Thursday….surgery Monday) and I’m also trying to plan a surprise Sweet 16 party for my darling daughter to take place next Friday followed by a promised Turnabout School dance pre-party next Saturday……

Is it possible to put off my interview for a coppola weeks?

Hopefully life will calm down by then.

Thanks so much!

I look forward to talking with you soon! Bonnie

CRC, you picked a great topic. Anna wrote: “No one will hear your song unless you sing it aloud.”

Well, I know I have sung many songs and uploaded them on your ‘home away from home’ blog. One particular, was a Frank Sinatra song, which is,”The House I Live In.” There is very good reason why this song means so much to me. My COMMON SENSE & HEART tells me that if the lamp of liberty gets snuffed out, it is going to be very hard to reignite her.

So I sung this sung with my heart and soul, for ALL to hear. I feel deep in my heart that Frank Sinatra would be extremely proud of where we are today.

I may be unable to use your Audio-only Comment, but I am still about to post lyrics that remain apart of my heart’s muscle fiber. As per DOC: “As a man thinks in his heart, so is he”
Proverbs 23:7

The House I Live In.

What is America to me?
A name, a map, or a flag I see;
A certain word, democracy.
What is America to me?

The house I live in,
A plot of earth, a street,
The grocer and the butcher,
Or the people that I meet;
The children in the playground,
The faces that I see,
All races and religions,
That’s America to me.

The place I work in,
The worker by my side,
The little town or city
Where my people lived and died.
The howdy and the handshake,
The air and feeling free,
And the right to speak my mind out,
That’s America to me.

The things I see about me,
The big things and the small,
The little corner newsstand,
And the house a mile tall;
The wedding and the churchyard,
The laughter and the tears,
And the dream that’s been a growing
For a hundred-fifty years.

The town I live in,
The street, the house, the room,
The pavement of the city,
And the garden all in bloom;
The church, the school, the clubhouse,
The million lights I see,
But especially the people;
That’s America to me.

The house I live in,
My neighbors white and black,
The people who just came here,
Or from generations back;
The town hall and the soapbox,
The torch of liberty,
A home for all God’s children;
That’s America to me.

The words of old Abe Lincoln,
Of Jefferson and Paine,
Of Washington and Jackson
And the tasks that still remain;
The little bridge at Concord,
Where Freedom’s fight began,
Our Gettysburg and Midway
And the story of Bataan.

The house I live in,
The goodness everywhere,
A land of wealth and beauty,
With enough for all to share;
A house that we call Freedom,
A home of Liberty,
And it belongs to fighting people
That’s America to me.