"The Champs"

NYRAAAAARGGHHHH !

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

I found at least one sure answer to the question "How do you know it's love?" You know when the everyday things surrounding you – the leaves, the shade of light in the sky, a bowl of strawberries-suddenly shimmer with king of unreality. You know when the tiny details about another person, ones that are insignificant to most people, seem fascinating and incredible to you. One groom told me he loved everything about his wife, from her handwriting to the way she scratched on their apartment door like a cat when she came home. One bride said she fell in love her fiance because "one night", a moth was flying around a light bulb, and he caught it and let it out the window. I said: "That's it. He's the guy."

You also know it's love when you can't stop talking to each other. Almost every couple I've ever interviewed said that on their first or second date, they talked for hours and hours. For some, falling in love is like walking into a soundproof confessional booth, a place where you can tell all. I can't tell you how many women have told me they knew they were in love because they forgot to wear make up around their boyfriend. Or because they felt at ease hanging around him in flannel pajamas. There's some modern truth to Cinderella's tale - it's love when you're incredibly comfortable, when the shoe fits perfectly.

Finally, I think you're in love if you can make each other laugh at the very worst times. As someone once told me, 90% of being in love is making each other's lives funnier and easier, all the way to the deathbed.

I've interviewed many people who were down on their luck in every way - a ballerina with chronic problems, a physicist who had been on 112 blind dates, a clarinet player who was a single dad and could barely pay rent. But love, when they found it, brought humor, candlelight, home-cooked meals, fun, adventure, poetry and long conversations in their lives.

When people ask me where to find love, I tell a story about one of my first job interviews. He gave me some advice I will never forget. He said: "Go out into the world. Work hard and concentrate on what you love to do, writing. If you become good, we will find you." That's
why I always tell people looking for love to wait for that "I won the lottery" feeling - wait, wait, wait! Don't read articles about how to trap, seduce or hypnotize a mate. Don't worry about your lipstick or your height, because it is not going to matter. Just live your life well, takecare of yourself, and don't mope too much. Love will find you.

With each story I hear, I have proof that love, optimism, guts, grace, perfect partners and good luck do, in fact, exist. Love in my opinion is not a fantasy, not the stuff of romance novels or fairy tales. It's a gritty and real as the subway, it comes around just as regularly, and as long as you can stick it out on the platform, you won't miss it....

I have been with my new work for almost 4 months now...and so far things are going smoothly. I am currently in training in preparation for a new set of responsibilities. This could lead to a lot of opportunities with the company.

Most importantly, I have again gained the inspiration to face ALL the challenges that life has to offer. ---"you" know what it is...

To ??? : It ain't over till its over....You deserve that trip.

The Worthless Word for the Day is:

cunctipotent [rare] (from L. cunctus, all + potens, powerful) all powerful, omnipotent


"O true peculiar vision of God cunctipotent."
- John Mason Neale, Rhythm of Bernard de Morlaix (hymn)

ITS MY WEEKEND OFF! YIPEE!

"...this is for ???..."

I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
now something on the surface it stings
that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this
and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
if youve got the poison Ive got the remedy


the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
i say the tragedy is how youre gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.


I wont worry my life away.
I wont worry my life away.


I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophy
dance with me, because if youve got the poison, Ive got the remedy


the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how youre gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.


I wont worry my life away.
I wont worry my life away.


When I fall in love I take my time
Theres no need to hurry when IÕm making up my mind
You can turn off the sun but IÕm still gonna shine and IÕll tell you why
Because


the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how youÕre gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.


I wont worry my life away.
I wont worry my life away.
I wont and I wont and I wont...

"...got this from my email...."

This is better than saying "I love U"

Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.
Marty looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order, spotless, clean. So's the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."
So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Marty asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."
Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is everything in order an d so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married!"

I cried today....