I know Linda loved her son ‘Shad’, she called him her “Shadow” and told stories about him often and her granddaughter’ Kielly’ who lived in Washington.
Linda’s sister ‘Kathy’, Linda and myself road bikes on the seawall, which is a wonderful memory.
Linda had a successful business, a new Mitzubishi that she was so proud of. A couple of dogs I knew “Roxy and Coco’.
As I ask myself, “why, why, why”. I remember Christmas Eve 2004, actually Christmas morning it was snowing! Linda rubbed her hands together, picked up her feet one at a time, over and over, giggled that “giggle’, said “SNOW, SNOW, SNOW! It’s snowing in Galveston!” and then she said “I’m from Washington State, I know about snow!” Linda made a snowman on the deck. It was the first one made and the smallest. We froze it and kept it until New Years Eve, 2005.
Linda was so full of life, happy, ready for whatever was thrown at her. She was determined to do good at anything she attemped.
Linda was my friend. We went to Europe in September 2003. We had a wonderful time. She met my Dad and his wife Gill. She said my Dad was over the top.
Linda will often be missed and remembered with Thanks for the opportunity to have known her. All of us have memories of who our Dear Linda was. Please share them and cherish them!
HEADED TO TEXAS
In a old blue van, looking for water and sand
Loaded down with tools of our trade
Going to where the money is made
Our work speaks for itself
What we don’t know, we will learn
We will get it right, make it look tight
Just what do you need or want done
Bam and I will, we can
Now that we are on the Gulf of Mexico
Everyday’s a thrill
Swimming in the salt water
Walking on the beach in Galveston
A new chapter of life has begun
That includes plenty of work and lots of fun
In or out of the sun, our old blue van provides shelter
From the rain, the night, the sun
We are blessed, I must confess!
We are in Texas!!!
GOD’S CRYSTAL LIGHT
Beautiful rainbows
Captured by a crystal
From a ray of sunshine
So pretty to dance
To hold a prance
Colors bright and true
Absolutely beautiful
Rainbows
From the sky
God’s crystal light
For you and I
GIVE ME
Give me . . .
Something small
Or give me . . .
Something big
Or walk away
And give me nothing at all
But if that’s the case
Why did you call?
Just to talk . . . Okay
I’ll give you that
Now what . . . .
Lives have changed . . .
Things are different
I have peace, happiness
And
A strong, gentle love
Aren’t you happy for me
Can’t you set me free?
HAVE YA’ EVER BEEN SCARED
Have Ya’ ever been scared
Really scared
Not just a little bit
A whole lot
Like jump Back
And hold your breath
And get wide eyed
Scared speechless
Scared wet
Really scared
I’m scared you’ll walk out the door
And never look back
When I start being such
A
Bitch
Are you scared?
I’M HAPPY
Don’t put your hands on me
I’m a married woman
And I love my husband
He’s the only man
That’s welcome
To come that close to me
Are you blind?
Can’t you see
I’m happy
I have everything
That means anything
In this life we live
As a woman I have the choice of
Whose affection I choose
And you lose
I choose my husband
And only my husband
Since eighteen months before we wed
That’s all that has to be said
HE LOVES ME
He loves to watch
Me write . . .
To see my hand dance across the page
Until my pen pauses and brain takes over
And I get a far away look in my eye
After I read what I’ve just written
Until the pen begins
To write it all down again
Then after scribbling
And writing
And more writing
I will stop
And ask him to listen
He loves to listen
He loves to hear
What my mind created . . .
Through my pen
They are words
Thoughts
I need to release
Only to capture and keep
So they don’t disappear
Like a good night sleep
He loves to watch . . .
Me write
He loves to hear
What my mind
Created through my pen
He loves me
Hey Ya’ll, Do You Know Paul
Hey ya’ll, do you know Paul
Short, skinny, fat or tall
He don’t care, he likes em all,
The ladies, the girls, the woman
He’ll always say hello and asks
How are you today?
He’ll let you know you’re lookin’ good
Hey ya’ll, do you know Paul
And
Oh yeah, he’ll pass out his charm
With the ladies and work like a dog on the farm
He’s a man
Who lives life the best he can
Even though life dealt him a shitty hand
He’s a party animal and gentlemen
And a true friend
You just know, if you know Paul
I-45 ENDS WHERE THE
SUNRISE BEGINS
I-45 ends where the sunrise begins
Even though it runs north and South
Its stops at the Gulf of Mexico
Where the sunrise is beautiful
With its changing colors of flame
Yeah, some mornings you’ll see
Fire in the sky
Over the Gulf of Mexico
I-45 ends where the sunrise begins
GETTING TOGETHER
It’s all about birthdays
Friends and family
Crawfish boils
Holiday meals
Getting to party
Enjoying each other’s company
Building memories to cherish
It’s all about
Friends and family
Crawfish boils
Holiday meals
And birthdays
Yes sir, it’s all about
What it’s all about
All the time!
BE CAREFUL
Be careful where you place your trust
Sooner or later we all become
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Creating history
Walking many different paths
Running so fast through others
Trying our best to beat the end
So be careful
Where you place your trust
Cuz’, bad habits and lust
Are all sins
Of some sort
Still, they are a must
After all, we are only humans of the flesh
Be careful where
you place your trust
AUNT FLO
A good sign, her Aunt Flo is on the way
Because she don’t give a shit what she says, when she starts
Rattling off tough stuff
Not a thought given
Not a minute
No nothing
Another good sign, Aunt Flo is on her way
Like clock work, it’s a monthly visit
Just like a relative that shows up unexpectedly at times
And stays way too long other times
So Aunt Flo
Is something the girl’s know
All too well
Still after years, she’s not really known at all
Just when you get her visits figured out
They change
Best of all, they eventually stop
ANN
Ann was the 1st
1st Mate on the Poop Deck matches
She was a girl from Wisconsin
Who came to Galveston
And went to work at the Poop Deck
Where she met her 1st husband
Dennis
Eventually married him
Had two children
Ann had a catering service
She was a great bartender
Who worked at the Baja
The last several years
If Ann could, she probably tell us
Well no one could have imagined
I was gonna take off so quick
But hey you guys, I’m alright.
Ya know how they say this place is better
Than you could ever dream
Well it’s true . . . still I’m gonna miss all of you
God is so much more than any of us
Can possibly imagine
And His Son . . . Wow!
He is the nicest man I’ve ever met
We all know doing what I’ve been doing
For a living . . . . I’ve met a few (men that is)
Don’t worry about me being alone
I’ve already seen a few of our old friends
And some of the family
I’ve missed for so long
I never wanted anyone to have
To take care of me . . .
When I got old
Or if I got sick
So . . . . don’t be sad . . .
When those two angels came to me
All of the sudden . . .
I was ready to go
I know I left a lot
For some of you to deal with
That couldn’t be helped
And Joe Between you and me . . .
Ya’ know...Soul Mates... Forever
HE’S FAIR
He’ll never give you more
Than you can bear
Even when it doesn’t seem like it
He’s more than fair
This you must understand
That’s part of living
Here on earth
I believe
Do you?
There’s a greater power
That really does care
That created it all in six days
Leaving one to spare
Never giving you more
Than you can bear
HEY DUDE
Hey dude, what ya’ mean?
Hey dude, I find that so rude
After all, I have bumps on my chest
Like the rest of the ladies
So, hey dude, that is rude
When you’re speaking to me
For I was taught to always address the ladies, Miss or Mrs.
And the men Mr.
Because that’s respect
Tell it to the bank
Use it like a check
Respect
Cuz’ I am not a dude,
I am not your momma
And I’m offended by “Yo Chick”
And most likely won’t stop to look or shop
LETS ROCK
It’s Nascar racing, the Party’s on Lets Rock!
Someone’s gonna win a Ridgeway clock
There is a special Grandmother-Grandfather clock
For whoever takes the checkered Flag at Martinsville
Me! I’d settle for a hotdog while I watch the race
Cuz’ I want to see who gets 1st place,
And wins the clock
Cuz’ it’s Nascar racing , the party’s on.
Let’s Rock!
We know someone’s gonna win a Martinsville Ridgeway clock
Made right here in Virginia
Tick Tock
The race is on “Lets Rock”
250 miles, 500 laps
Betting on a driver is like a game of craps
Winning more than a clock
When they take the checkers flag
Tick Tock, Lets Rock
TICK TOCK
Jimmy Johnson in 2009 won his fourth clock
Go Jimmy—Go!
Tick Tock
Your on Top
Running hard, Running Fast
Not just Martinsville, to win
That Ridgeway Clock
He’ll race to win at any track
Jimmy’s gonna race that’s a fact
Does his best to stay out of the back
The back, the back of the pack
Tick Tock
Jimmy won his fourth clock
When he was the first to cross the finish line
On 3-29
Go Jimmy Go!
THE RACE
You best be keeping score
Here comes that 24
Racking up the points
Headed to the chase
Cuz’, that boy Jeff can race
The Intimidator said so,
Not that long ago
So you best be keeping score
Here comes that 24
Damn near blowing off the #99 door
Racking up the points, there he goes
Getting 5 more
Taking the lead
Cuz’, It’s all about speed
So you best be keeping score
Here comes that 24
Giving us all just a little bit more, more, more
What we came here for
To see the race, and
Who makes the chase
UNTIL THE RACE IS WON
The pit Crew needs to listen to the Crew Chief
That’s why he’s the man
With the plan to get it done
Until the race is won
The driver needs to listen
To the crew chief
That’s why he’s the man
With the plan
To get it done
Until the race is won
USE TO BE NUMBER 6
I saw it on TV
Hanging out at my favorite bar
Mark Martin, Is a proud racing man
He drove that Viarga car to the front
Took the checkered flag
And didn’t really brag
He earned everything he got
Behind the wheel, He’s Hot!
A fast, fast racing man
That Mark Martin
Is proud, a wheel racing man
He drove that Viarga car
To the front
Like a shooting star
I saw it on TV
Hanging out at my favorite bar
WERE READY
Are you ready?
Ready to go?
Racing in Daytona
It’s the Shoot out!!!
Eight days,
Before the Daytona 500
Were Ready!
Are you ready, ready to go racing?
From Daytona to Homestead
All season long, on the road or
Sitting at home with a cold beer
Listening to a machine answer the phone
Because it’s Daytona International Speedway
Once Lake Lloyd, I want to tell ’em all
Remember, no bu
mp drafting in the corners
Like momma would
I see them racing four wide
Look at that
190 plus, WOW
What a rush
JOEY
18 Driving #20
All I have to say is your only 18
But your not green
So bring it on Joey Lagano
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