Do You Believe?

[groovedaddy]

Op-ed in NY Times:

Last Thursday, I put the finishing touches on my column and then, throwing all caution and reason to the wind, I began to bake cookies. For teacher gifts. At 9:30 p.m.

This was a very stupid idea.

I am a terrible baker, under the best of circumstances. I am good for nothing after 10 p.m., when the preventive meds I take for migraines kick in. I should have known that embarking on intricate melting and mixing and measuring at the end of a long day, with an overeager and overtired 8-year-old at my elbow (“Vacation starts tomorrow, Mommy! Who cares about sleep?”) was a recipe for disaster.

But it’s the season of miracles, and I was not to be deterred.

For I am resolved, this Christmas-and-Hanukkah-time, to be cheery and happy and hopeful. This despite the bad economy. This despite the string of late-night mess-ups (It’s not my fault! The dog ate my gifts!) that netted the teachers a mere four cookies apiece, separated by a very generous amount of brightly colored tissue.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/23/opinion/23warner.html?th&emc=th

[sakabatou]

1. I believe...

...in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh! Guitar!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!