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Hero

I am so high, I can hear heaven

I am so high, I can hear heaven

Whoa, but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me

And they say

That a hero could save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Someone told me

Love would all save us

But, how can that be

Look what love gave us

A world full of killing

And blood spilling

That world never came

And they say

That a hero could save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Now that the world isn't ending

It's love that I'm sending to you

It isn't the love of a hero

And that's why I fear it won't do

And they say

That a hero could save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

[Repeat 3x]

And they're watching us

They're watching us

As we all fly away

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Arrgghh. So my whole building had an impromptu barbeque which my BF made me cook. I suck at cooking hamburgers and hot dogs, but am really good at steak and chicken. It was really cool becase we don't really hang out with our neighbors and we had a blast. So much food, so much drink and a lot of fun.

And then the Heavens opened and it started to rain like hell. It sucked. We had tents but it still wasn't the same. But we had fun and even had a couple fireworks.

It should be a crime that July 5th, you shouldn't go to work

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I went to IKEA today. Total madhouse. Cars lined up dozens deep waiting for parking spots. Inside they were close to being short of large shopping carts so I was ever so slightly pissed-off at getting one with a wonky wheel only to see bratty, mouthy little ten year-olds inside playing Indianapolis 500 with empty ones.

But I kept my mouth shut, even when one of them said "BEEP! BEEP!" instead of "excuse me." You see, I was in the midst of doing a good deed. I had brought my mother to IKEA for her first time.

I'd kept my cool through all the backseat driving from her place downtown out to the far reaches of suburbia. (actually, I let her sit in the passenger seat, it was just the two of us. No, she didn't make us wear matching mother-son outfits). I kept my cool when she asked, it seemed like 20 times, if the A/C was working. I kept my cool when she started asking stupid questions like, "I know it's a young persons' store and it's Swedish. Do they play that irritating ABBA music?" I kept my cool when she insisted I pull over and stop the car during a sudden and violent downpour (okay, she was right about that one). I kept my cool during her endless "Do they have a restaurant or is it just a McDonalds? I hear they have a restaurant and that it's not bad. Don't they serve salmon and Swedish meatballs in nice respectable little portions at the restaurant? That's what I've heard. Do they have tea at the restaurant? Do they know how to serve tea? Do they have lemon for the tea? Slices or wedges? Do they...."

But I lost it when we were in the store and she said, "I hope you're not buying any of these desks! They are CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP!"

So I said, "Well, DORIAN LORD, that's the bloody point! If I had your money I'd be at Roche- flippin -Bobois!" (I didn't say flippin')

She frowned and said something like , "Once you've found the desk you want, I'd like to sit down at the restaurant. My feet are getting tired."

I grumbled something about sensible shoes but realized it was pointless. She'd wear high-heeled open-toe pumps on a camping trip.

Then she led us to the restaurant (more of a cafeteria - HORRORS) by following the signs through the most circuitous route possible.

At the restaurant, she even managed to get lemon "wedges" for her tea. "I know this is an unorthodox request. I see all those lemon slices, but may I have... and how hot is the water?" At least she didn't ask to see the kitchen this time.

We both had the meatballs and new potatoes at a table by a window. The restaurant itself was surprisingly calm. Nice lunch. She even like the food. Her only complaint was the cafeteria style and my "dour" attitude. She paid. I grumbled a "Thank you."

Later we went downstairs to pick up my CHEAP purchases, pay, and head to the loading area.

I wheeled the goods outside. She waited with them while I went to get the car. I got it all in the trunk no problem, despite the presence of other items, unredeemed empty bottles and about six or seven half-empty (half-full?) containers of windshield-washer fluid.

I motioned to escort her to the passenger door and she said, "No, no, just give me a moment."

Here it comes, the compact and the lipstick, the powder..

No. She tore off her shoes and ran to the passenger door, hollering, "START THE CAR! START THE CAR!"

Okay Mum, you're a pain with a corny sense of humour, but you made me laugh today. Thank you Mum! You're pretty cool for an old dame.

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