Off to Niagara-on-the-Lake
Because Kelly and I are celebrating a year together, already!
Friday, July 30, 2004
Monday, July 26, 2004
Prayer For Tigger
We call upon God, the Angels and our Spirit Guides to honor the passing of the spirit that is Tigger. We thank Tigger for his time here on the Earth Plane and for his service to us. We thank him for his healing abilities, his wisdom, and for his companionship. We especially thank him for his service and companionship to Kelly, for taking care of her and helping her through some of her most difficult challenges. We are honored to have known him while on the Earth Plane, and now ask the Angels and Spirit Guides to take him to the Spirit Plane where his spirit shall continue its journey. We forever hold a place for him in our hearts.
To the light. We shall miss you.
We call upon God, the Angels and our Spirit Guides to honor the passing of the spirit that is Tigger. We thank Tigger for his time here on the Earth Plane and for his service to us. We thank him for his healing abilities, his wisdom, and for his companionship. We especially thank him for his service and companionship to Kelly, for taking care of her and helping her through some of her most difficult challenges. We are honored to have known him while on the Earth Plane, and now ask the Angels and Spirit Guides to take him to the Spirit Plane where his spirit shall continue its journey. We forever hold a place for him in our hearts.
To the light. We shall miss you.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Friday, July 16, 2004
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
Clarification
I guess I didn't make it clear that when I sing at this piano bar tonight and tomorrow, I have to sing COVER songs. Not mine. Songs that drunk people want to hear. And the pianists I've played with are so fucking bad it's insulting. But nobody in the audience knows or cares, as long as we sing Jesse's Girl and Margaritaville.
I guess I didn't make it clear that when I sing at this piano bar tonight and tomorrow, I have to sing COVER songs. Not mine. Songs that drunk people want to hear. And the pianists I've played with are so fucking bad it's insulting. But nobody in the audience knows or cares, as long as we sing Jesse's Girl and Margaritaville.
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