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Music and Laughter

Wednesday, August 17, 2005 1:32 AM CDT

If you can't hear the music, check back in an hour. I uploaded the music to my geocities free site, and it can't handle all the traffic, so it disables itself for an hour.

Better day today, meds stayed in. We changed bedding and did a bath and all that rocking around brought up some breakfast, but overall, okay.

Jeffrey and Shane came to sing, play guitar and keyboards with Dave. Dave was singing along, and tapping his foot and hand to the music. It was a beautiful, healing, loving time for him. Thanks, guys.

Dave's got his days and nights turned around, wants to have some deep conversations between, oh, say 2:00 and 3:00 am. Sheesh. I'm looking like I'm 85 these days.

Where do tadpoles change?
In a croak room.

What kind of hair do oceans have?

Why was the broom late?
It over-swept.

Bumper Stickers:

Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
We have enough youth, how about a fountain of SMART?
Chaos. Panic. Disorder. My work here is done.
I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.
I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.
I just got lost in thought. It's unfamiliar territory.
The two most common elements in the universe: hydrogen and stupidity.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
It's not hard to meet expenses. They're everywhere.
She's always late. Her ancestors arrived on the Juneflower.
Warning: dates in calendar are closer than they appear.
According to my calculations, the problem doesn't exist.
Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
I intend to live forever, so far, so good.
Taxation WITH representation ain't so hot, either.
Why be difficult, when with a little effort you can be impossible.
Lottery: tax on people who are bad at math.

Restored by Jeremy Camp

All this time I've wandered around
Searching for the things I'll never know
I've been searching for this answer that
Only will be found in Your love

And I feel it my heart is being mended by Your touch
And I hear it Your voice that's shown my purpose in this world

You have restored me from my feeble and broken soul
You have restored me

I've only come to realize my strength will be made perfect at Your throne
Laying all reflections down to see the precious beauty that You've shown

And I feel it my heart is being mended by Your touch
And I hear it Your voice that's shown my purpose in this world

You have restored me from my feeble and broken soul
You have restored me

Laying all these questions down
You've answered what I need
You've given more than I deserve
You're making me complete

You've given all these open doors
I'm humbled at Your feet
Because of what You've done for me


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