There are so many gems. And people I didn’t realize I went to school with. #y2k #simondshighschool
Update: The show was cancelled due to the weather. Night-Rain-Fog-TV Cameras don’t mix well.
Believe it or not, the Santa Claus Parade is one my my favourite shows to work on each year. I also like seeing what is new each year and really enjoy coming home later to actually watch it. As a bonus for my readers, I have the float list for this year’s parade.
When I look I see;When I see I want;When I want I buy;When I buy I have. When I lose I hurt;When I hurt I miss;When I miss I cry;When I cry I forgive. When I seek I find;When I find I embrace;When I embrace I love;When I love I kiss.
“Detective Fred sat down on the creaky chair. He had just finished his las case. It turned out that the butler was paid to assassinate Mr. Art. Fred went to turn the radio on, and the announcer yelled, “It’s 1:03 in the windy city, and your listening to KILL 84.3 FM where the good gigs never…” Then, all of a sudden, Fred heard a gun fire over the radio, and then the thud of a body falling followed by a wicked female laugh and the moans of the dying announcer. Fred swiftly jumped out of his chair. And while heading out hr door he grabbed his long tan trench coat and dark grey hat from the coat tree by the door. While going through the main lobby his beautiful blonde receptionist approached him and flickered her sparkling blue eyes, handed Fred his gun followed by a long romantic kiss. Detective…
It is very coldTruly it is really cold I think it is coldSam says it is cold Vic knew it used to be coldEric’s hands are blue because of the coldRight here it is coldYawning in the cold Cold, Cold, ColdOld man has twinkling icicles on his rear sitting in the cold outhouse.Laughing in the coldDarn it! I have a cold
Millennium,Is it going to start in 2000 or 2001?Land, sea, and sky will sparkle;Lost will be all the electronics.Everybody Partying–Nobody Suffering–Next year better than last.In the spirit of joyfulness, the millennium arrives.Unable to see the 1900’s again.Maybe the end of wars will come.
The Yo-Yo went downRight to the groundbut didn’t come upAnd then I had to help The Yo-Yo went downand I gave it a nudgeand it popped back upon its own. My life is like a Yo-YoLeaving home;Coming back.Time after Time. My emotions are like a Yo-YoThey go down,And sometimes they come up,And if they don’t, I talk to someone. The sun is like a Yo-YoIt sets in the west,rises in the east;over and over again.