Tuesday, November 25, 2008

just to know that you are there

thanks binders for the nice comment! from me to you:referring to:

CAPTCHA: great bloggers think alike, take two


"That's so true. In this day and age it's hard to make time to PERSONALLY meet with everyone. Sometimes it's just those little connections, bits of wisdom or moments of inspiration we glimpse on someone else's blog that give us that boost we need."

reminds me of someone else who came into our world every day,

One of my top favorite websites:

For all you big kids out there who (like me) miss Mr. Rogers Neighborhood!!!

"It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself, It's you, it's you I like

For listening:

For watching:


Jillene said...

Aaaahhhh....Mr. Rogers. Won't you be my neighbor!?

Anonymous said...

Memories! Thanks ☺

in time out said...

welcome. i love that man. yes, memories. and i love the blogger nieghborhood. someone to say hello, you are my friend everyday. special.

happy blogging, or not. whatever you feel today ☺

breelyn_faith said...

I have Andrew on PBS kids ALL the time. I love it and so does he. Thanks for leaving me that comment on my blog the other day. Hope to get to know you better. Happy Thanksgiving

Lisa said...

you know, I think the world really was a better place when that man was in our daily lives.

breelyn_faith said...

Hi I left an award for you on my blog. Happy Thanksgiving

Mammamia said...

I love Mr. Rogers. And I love PBS Kids.

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?