THIS IS A SONG THAT POPS INTO MY HEAD SOMETIMES. IT MUST BE A SONG SOMEBODY CAN PLAY ON GUITAR THAT I KNOW. IT DOESNT HAVE ALOT OF MEANING TO ME, BUT IT MUST TO SOMEBODY CLOSE TO ME.

My child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay

He learned to walk while I was away
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it
And as he grew he said,
'I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you.'

Chorus
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man 'n the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.'

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said, 'Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw?'
I said, 'Not today. I got a lot to do.'
He said, 'That's okay.' And he walked away and he smiled and he said,
'You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him.'

Chorus

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
'I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?'
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
'What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please ?'

Chorus

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
'I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.'
He said, 'I'd love to, Dad, if I could finnnnd the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you.'
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

Chorus

My mum has always said 'they could write a book on your life'.

i reckon they could.

 

I start my art class tomorrow. Yay. I love art. I get to be around other artists. And the teacher likes me. We are very similar. He had a near death experience. almost drowned. then he became an artist. His name is David Giles. He's a great guy. I like having teachers who can lift me to the next level. I love inspiration. It keeps you alive and makes you grow.

somebody just sent me the files I needed and that were sitting in their email inbox and another person just brought me a black vodka cruiser... I'm much calmer now. :)

 

I have a real problem with anger lately. I get really annoyed and short tempered and dont have a problem in expressing it.

I am at work and am expected to do about 3 weeks work in one day. Unfortunately I had to have leave due to this problem I'm experienciing and I need more leave. I come back, have to have two days off to see specialists in the friggin cancer ward of St John of God (great sign) and now I'm expected to sit here and perform a goddam miracle and I'm pissed off. I have a problem with my head and I need to know whats hurting it. I gotta wait to December to get the scan I need of my head. So I guess til then, everybody is going to be concerned about my massive mood swings.

 

another piece of art I painted in Adelaide. I left it with Shane.

Its titled CREATION by Olijah J Lee (my artist name). I had a compulsion to name myself Olijah J Lee for some reason.

It had nothing to do with Andy Lee and he wasnt in my mind at all at the time. 

I didnt realise  I'd eventually think it would be nice to marry him.... like I do now :)

I think i have a challenge considering he is in love with a beautiful supermodel.

 

 

When I was a workaholic and skinny as a rake and tired all the time, everytime somebody would walk past my desk, they would knock on the dividing wall as they went past. I started thinking that it must have been something everybody said they would do just to disturb me or piss me off as the majority of the 40 or so people we had in the office would do it. We had a lot of knob heads where I worked back then. 

Today, it started again. The knocking as they walk past my desk. I'm in a new job now with new people. Its a sign I think. I laugh now at it. Nothing  disturbs me anymore. I wonder what drives them to knock.

 

I fell in love with my piano teacher too. Head over heels. 

 

hmmmm. Maybe I'm just in love with the concept of making music.

 

And need somebody to make it with me.