Snow Cream

We had Snow cream Last Night and boy was it good.

Snow Cream

1 cup milk
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg
1tsp. Vanilla
big bowl of snow

Put milk, egg and sugar in a bowl and wisk together add vanilla ,wisk in snow and there you go.
Takes just a few minutes and better than going out to get icecream in the snow and take a chance of wrecking your car.

We are Getting Snow~~~

Yeah its about time~~
I love the snow/ Its so clean and white.
Im thinking about making some Snow Cream.!!!
If we get enough snow I will.
Thank you God for the beautiful Snow.

My Songcrafting Journey (cont)

I should actually go back a little further than Six.
When I was born my father was a singer and my mother was only seventeen.After they split up when I was just one, my mother went to work with Billy Sherill in Nashville.When I was Sixteen months old Harlen Howard walked into Billy's office and  he could tell my mom had been crying.So he asked her what was troubling her and she told him her baby girl needed surgery or she would never walk.Harlan took her to the bank and gave her the money and I had my surgery.I was in a body cast and then leg braces for a few years and I got to thank Mr. Howard (the greatest songwriter that ever lived) for making it possible for me to walk.He was sitting in HIS CHAIR.(labeled Harlen Howard) at a restaurant on music row called Effiglio's (hope I spelled it right)
I walked up to him and said "Mr. Howard my name is Shari and I want to thank you for making it possible for me to walk up to you today". He died a few months later so I am grateful that I was able to thank him.

My Songcrafting Journey

When i was about six years old I remember wanting to be just like my Daddy!! He was a singer.I would put my hair in curlers,get all dressed up in my mom or Aunt Liz's beautiful clothes with high heels,take out the curlers brush my hair then stand in the mirror with a hairbrush microphone and sing these little songs I made up as I went along.I had a dream!!!
(to be continued)

Carry Me Home

Carry me home
Carry me home

On the feathers of Angels
To the place where you roam
Where tears turn to raindrops
Oh carry me home

Carry me home
Carry me home

On the back of a Redbird
No longer sad and alone
Where pain turns to laughter
Oh carry me home

Carry me home
Carry me home

On the winds of tomarrow
I'll reap the seeds that I've sown
Where hate turns to love
Wont you carry me home

Carry me home
Carry me home

On the wings of a White Dove
To your castle of stone
Weigh my heart as I kneel on my knee's at your throne
And carry me home

Shari Windsor copyright 2002

Poem For Rosie "Jar of Angels"

***Jar of Angels***

I've got a jar of angels

with holes so they can breath

Im saving them for something

But what else do I need

Its really just a prison

But I wont set them free

I've got a jar of angels for me

I've got a jar of angels

And they have special needs

I've got to feed them something

But what do angels eat?

I've got a jar of angels

Some dont have any wings

I've got a jar of angels for me

I've got a jar of angels

And I cant set them free

  I've saved them for the devil

 When he comes after me

I caught them in the garden

Underneith the shade tree

I've got a jar of angels for me

I've got a jar of angels for me

Shari Windsor copyright 2000