I also like to fiddle around a bit with the lyrics:

these boots are made for kickin'
and that's just what they'll do...

one of these days these boots'll
kick you out... of... my... heart... TOO !!

dum diddy dum diddy dum dum dum...

are ya ready boots?



sing it, sistah !!


this one about makes me cry:

D. I. V. O. R. C. E.

Our little boy is four years old
And he’s quite a little man
So we spell out the words
We don’t want him to understand
Like t-o-y, or maybe s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
But the words we’re hiding from him now
Tears the heart right out of me

Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little j-o-e will be going away
I love you both and this will be
Pure h-e-double-l for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e

Watch him smile
He thinks it’s Christmas
Or his fifth birthday
And he thinks c-u-s-t-o-d-y
Spells fun, or play
I spell out all the hurtin’ words
And I turn my head when I speak
Cause I can’t spell away this hurt
That’s dripping down my cheek

(Dolly Parton)



well, time will spell away the hurt, girl.... I promise!

Nappy was totally right.

don't listen to DDH's problems, don't give him a shoulder to whine on.

let him be lonely, and let him grow up.

and seriously, don't allow Olivia go for a week!

she's not nearly old enough to deal with that, especially after all she's been through.

visitation rights are just for weekends and holidays at her age...