December 31, 2003

Happy New Year!!

Happy New Year!!! I'm looking foreward to next year. I'm going to Austin, Texas with jk in January. We're going to my beloved England in April. I love England!!

jk's going to Ireland/ Scotland in January for a week. Stay tuned for jk's adventure and life without jk as told to Riza. Skylark usually gets really mad at me when jk's gone. The what-did-you-do-to-him looks are priceless. This little puppy wears her heart on her collar.

So good-bye 2003. Hasta la vista. Adios. Fare the well. Later dude.

Hello 2004. Welcome!!! Have a seat. Hola! Have a home brew.

Love, Riza

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December 24, 2003

Tiny Tim

Tiny Tim, hoped that "people saw him in . . . church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see". Even before the Beast came to live with us this was and is my favorite.

Let us remember upon Christmas Day who made the lame baggars walk and the blind men see. Let us be kinder to each other.

Merry Christmas!!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 8:56 AM

Merry Christmas jk!!!

Over The Rainbow
Music by Harold Arlen and Lyrics by E Y "Yip" Harburg
from The Wizard of Oz

Someplace where there isn't any trouble
Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?
There must be.
It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train.
It's far, far away
Behind the moon
Beyond the rain

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can't I?

The Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What do we think we might see

Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

You're the Best!!

The Original Rainbow Kid

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December 21, 2003

What a long Strange Trip

What a long strange trip this year has been!!

Re-cap in a nut shell:

jk sort of working. jk has a great job. jk works at home. jk has an office in Downtown Boulder. Riza loves jk's new office. Lots of great places to hang out.

We started Atkin's and we lost a whole person. 70 pounds!!!

jk goes off to England and Ireland. Wild times for a usually good boy. Drink!!! Drink!!! and an offer I'm happy he turned down in Ireland.

We've been married 20 years. I didn't think I'd ever get married. I'm still not the marrying kind.

jk has a beast that I now call "the Dough Boy". If you have to have a monster living inside you, a dough boy isn't a bad one to have. How much harm can a dough boy do? And will I feel bad if we have to smack the dough boy upside the head once in a while? Probably not!! I'd smack the dough boy upside the head for my sweetie any time.

We go to war. It didn't last long as far as wars go. We got the bad guys unless you think GWB is the baddest one of all.

A couple of great jazz concerts. Old friends are back in our lives!!

What a long, strange trip it's been and I wouldn't have it any other way. Ain't life wonderful.

Happy Christmas, Happy Boxing day, and a very Happy New Year!!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 3:57 PM | Comments (2)

December 11, 2003

Christmas Love

I noticed your website has my true story, "Christmas Love," which you have accidentally retitled "The W in Christmas" and which is also posted as "author unknown." I'm the writer of that piece. Will you please make the correction to the title and the author's byline? I'd appreciate it. Thanks so much, and have a great holiday season.
God bless,
Candy Chand


Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful

I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card
endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.

Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the
precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year.
It was an exciting season for a six year old.

For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter

I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of
Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher.
She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the

All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come

Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with
the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes
early, found
a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I
other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited,
were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their
cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose

their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to
holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than
fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus,
snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing,
"Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in
mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.

Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters,
one by
one, to spell out the title of the song.

As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would
the letter C.
Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding
his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed
a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside
down -

totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this

one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she
tall, proudly holding her "W".

Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the

continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it
together. A
hush came
over the audience and eyes began to widen.

In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we
celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos,
was a purpose for our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud

"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
in my Heart & Prayers

---Candy Chand

My Brother-in-law, Richard sent me this. Thanks Richard!!!

The Aurthor sent me e-mail. Thanks Candy!!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 1:49 PM