tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84347574897482159832011-07-31T02:35:02.033-07:00Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434757489748215983.post-35532523555831318972009-12-08T15:55:00.000-08:002009-12-08T15:57:30.189-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; ">Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.<br />There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.<br />Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.<br />And the dreams that you dare to dream<br />Really do come true.<br />Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.<br />Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.<br />That's where you'll find me.<br />Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,<br />Why then - oh, why can't I?<br />If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,<br />Why, oh, why can't I?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434757489748215983-3553252355583131897?l=explorerchorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434757489748215983.post-29815628228903987582009-12-08T13:57:00.000-08:002009-12-08T14:00:17.107-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><center><span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; "><div class="KonaBody"><div id="div_customCSS"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; ">Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; "><div style="text-align: left;">Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brown paper packages tied up with strings</div><div style="text-align: left;">These are a few of my favorite things</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels</div><div style="text-align: left;">Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings</div><div style="text-align: left;">These are a few of my favorite things</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes</div><div style="text-align: left;">Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes</div><div style="text-align: left;">Silver white winters that melt into springs</div><div style="text-align: left;">These are a few of my favorite things</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When the dog bites</div><div style="text-align: left;">When the bee stings</div><div style="text-align: left;">When I'm feeling sad</div><div style="text-align: left;">I simply remember my favorite things</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then I don't feel so bad</div></span></div></div></span></center></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434757489748215983-2981562822890398758?l=explorerchorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434757489748215983.post-86241133904656374562009-12-08T13:55:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:57:48.785-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 44, 44); line-height: 16px; ">Chanukah, Oh Chanukah, come light the Menorah<br />Let's have a party; we'll all dance the hora<br />Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat<br />Dreydels to play with, and latkes to eat.<br /><br />And while we are playing<br />The candles are burning bright<br />One for each night, they shed a sweet light<br />To remind us of days long ago. (repeat from top)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 44, 44); line-height: 16px; ">Ending:<br />One for each night, they shed a sweet light<br />To remind us of days long ago.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434757489748215983-8624113390465637456?l=explorerchorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434757489748215983.post-26985772042659734002009-09-27T15:59:00.000-07:002009-09-27T16:05:40.385-07:00Our Winter Concert will be at Explorer Elementary on December 16th at 7pm. It will last approximately 40 minutes, with a reception of light refreshments following. <div><br /></div><div>Concert Attire: </div><div>Girls - Dresses, skirts, tops, dress shoes, or nice pants. Please no jeans, flip flops, or tank tops. </div><div><br /></div><div>Boys - Collared shirts, slacks, dress shoes. Jackets and ties are optional. Please no jeans, or t-shirts. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will send an email out as the concert approaches with more information on what time to drop your child off for a dress rehearsal, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434757489748215983-2698577204265973400?l=explorerchorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434757489748215983.post-28356580400998042592009-05-18T23:06:00.000-07:002009-05-18T23:08:08.735-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore <br />If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before <br />But I have a talent, a wonderful thing <br />'Cause everyone listens when I start to sing <br />I'm so grateful and proud <br />All I want is to sing it out loud <br /><br />So I say <br />Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing <br />Thanks for all the joy they're bringing <br />Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty <br />What would life be? <br />Without a song or a dance what are we?<br />So I say thank you for the music <br />For giving it to me <br /><br />Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk <br />She says I began to sing long before I could talk <br />And I've often wondered, how did it all start <br />Who found out that nothing can capture a heart <br />Like a melody can <br />Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan <br /><br />So I say <br />Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing <br />Thanks for all the joy they're bringing <br />Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty <br />What would life be?<br />Without a song or a dance what are we?<br />So I say thank you for the music <br />For giving it to me <br /><br />So I say thank you for the music <br />For giving it to me <br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434757489748215983-2835658040099804259?l=explorerchorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Suhonenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973756117908279187noreply@blogger.com0