Ok, so I saw that "Free Hugs" video on YouTube, and while it was warm and fuzzy, what really caught my attention is the song that is used for soundtrack. I went and bought the cd cause I loved that song so much.
All The Same By Sick Puppies
I don't mind where you come from
as long as you come to me.
But I don't like illusions; I can't see
them clearly.
I don't care, no I wouldn't dare,
to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually
what you'll do.
I don't mind.
I don't care.
As long as you're here.
Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running,
holding your scarred heart in hand.
It's all the same.
And I'll take you for who you are,
if you take me for everything.
I'd do it all over again.
It's all the same.
Hours slide and days go by 'til you
decide to come.
However long you stay
is all that I am.
I don't mind.
I don't care.
As long as you're here.
Go ahead tell me you'll leave again,
you'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand.
It's all the same.
And I'll take you for who you are
if you take me for everything.
I'd do it all over again.
It's all the same.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Filling The Illness Status Quo
This year, bar none, has been the worst year for sickness for me in a long time. Cold after cold after cold. I've spent more days sniffling, coughing, sneezing, or just feeling yucky than I have feeling energetic and well. It's starting to bug.
Right now I've got the Really Gross Cough. You know what I'm talking about: the kind where you can actually visualize the phlegm squishing out of your alveoli and through your bronchial tubes and into your esophogus. Yeah, and then on top of that lovely picture you get to taste the phlegm!! Here's the money question though: Spit or swallow? :)
Hopefully if I take it easy over the next couple of days, I'll be able to feel a little better for Christmas.
What are you most excited for this Christmas? I'm excited to see my kids' reactions to gifts.
Right now I've got the Really Gross Cough. You know what I'm talking about: the kind where you can actually visualize the phlegm squishing out of your alveoli and through your bronchial tubes and into your esophogus. Yeah, and then on top of that lovely picture you get to taste the phlegm!! Here's the money question though: Spit or swallow? :)
Hopefully if I take it easy over the next couple of days, I'll be able to feel a little better for Christmas.
What are you most excited for this Christmas? I'm excited to see my kids' reactions to gifts.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
'Twas the Tuesday before Christmas and all through my freezing cold body...
You're seriously going to fire me from blogging, aren't you? Yeah, yeah, I know. I suck.
So my sister had her 5th baby this morning. That brings the number of grandchildren up to an even 20! And thank god it wasn't me who had to do it... :) They named him (oh, it was a boy) Jonathan Washington ____. So that gives us 2 Jonathans and 2 Alex's in our little pod. You'd think the 6 of us could be more creative with our baby-naming, don't you? Well we can't.
My grandparents had 31 grandchildren. Of my 25 cousins, I know all their names, in what order they were born (in each family, not overall) and a very, very limited idea of what they're doing with their lives. When we were younger we'd see each other a lot, mostly at family reunions or during various travels. But frankly, I'd be surprised if any of them had the first clue what my life is like.
In the generation of my own children and nieces / nephews, they seems to be a lot closer than I was with my cousins. I know it helps that we all live close to each other, and that we hang out as brothers and sisters. In fact, my one brother who has always lived out of state seems to be the most out-of-the-loop with things. That's okay, but I sure wish we knew his kids better.
Anyway, the relationship with my kids and their cousins is somewhere between cousin and brother or sister. Close cousins, I guess. That's really cool, in my opinion. I would love to look up some of my cousins and get reacquainted with them, but it just seems like too much work, especially since they're all out of state.
**closing tangent**
So I got pulled over the other day (RARE) because my registration is past due. No big deal, the cop was nice, and yes I got a ticket. But anyhow, a short while later my friend calls me up and asks me, "DUDE. Did you just get pulled over?!?" Of course this was baffling to me, that she knew of it only minutes later. It turns out that a mutual friend of ours was actually riding in the police car that pulled me over, and recognized my name when the guy pulled it up. Maybe that's not all that neat, but it's funny as crap to me... :)
So my sister had her 5th baby this morning. That brings the number of grandchildren up to an even 20! And thank god it wasn't me who had to do it... :) They named him (oh, it was a boy) Jonathan Washington ____. So that gives us 2 Jonathans and 2 Alex's in our little pod. You'd think the 6 of us could be more creative with our baby-naming, don't you? Well we can't.
My grandparents had 31 grandchildren. Of my 25 cousins, I know all their names, in what order they were born (in each family, not overall) and a very, very limited idea of what they're doing with their lives. When we were younger we'd see each other a lot, mostly at family reunions or during various travels. But frankly, I'd be surprised if any of them had the first clue what my life is like.
In the generation of my own children and nieces / nephews, they seems to be a lot closer than I was with my cousins. I know it helps that we all live close to each other, and that we hang out as brothers and sisters. In fact, my one brother who has always lived out of state seems to be the most out-of-the-loop with things. That's okay, but I sure wish we knew his kids better.
Anyway, the relationship with my kids and their cousins is somewhere between cousin and brother or sister. Close cousins, I guess. That's really cool, in my opinion. I would love to look up some of my cousins and get reacquainted with them, but it just seems like too much work, especially since they're all out of state.
**closing tangent**
So I got pulled over the other day (RARE) because my registration is past due. No big deal, the cop was nice, and yes I got a ticket. But anyhow, a short while later my friend calls me up and asks me, "DUDE. Did you just get pulled over?!?" Of course this was baffling to me, that she knew of it only minutes later. It turns out that a mutual friend of ours was actually riding in the police car that pulled me over, and recognized my name when the guy pulled it up. Maybe that's not all that neat, but it's funny as crap to me... :)
Friday, December 15, 2006
What does a lion say?
From the time we're little, we learn about how the world works. My 2 year old son knows what a lion says, and yet he doesn't know what a lion even is yet. Same with a cow, duck, sheep, and various other animals.
He learns things with such enthusiasm. His little lion growl is menacing and adorable. His face lights up when he's told, "Good job!" He gets joy from such little, simple things. So to honor my inner-toddler, here's a list of simple things that bring me joy:
He learns things with such enthusiasm. His little lion growl is menacing and adorable. His face lights up when he's told, "Good job!" He gets joy from such little, simple things. So to honor my inner-toddler, here's a list of simple things that bring me joy:
* talking and laughing with my older brothers and sisters
* driving fast, specifically in the middle of nowhere
* going to lunch
* baths
* snuggling
* pretty underwear
* dragonflies (who doesn't know that yet??)
* successfully baking something delicious
Okay but in all honesty, my son is a holy terror to be sure. If there's something to get into, he'll do it. He'll find breakable things. He has an inner-magnet for trouble and mess. So I feel it's only fair and judicious for me to make a list of things that I shouldn't take pleasure in, but do.
* leaving a pile of clothes in the dressing room after trying them on
* downloading Mp3's illegally
* smoking a clove-flavored cigarette (though I've sworn them off)
That's all I can think of right now; I must be an ANGEL! :)
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Cheesiest Song EVER
It may be cheesy, but I daresay it's every girl's secretly favorite song... :)
Now and Forever by Richard Marx
Whenever I'm weary
From the battles that rage in my head
You make sense of madness
When my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune
That heaven has given to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone anymore
If I'd only known you were there all the time
All this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Now and Forever by Richard Marx
Whenever I'm weary
From the battles that rage in my head
You make sense of madness
When my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune
That heaven has given to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone anymore
If I'd only known you were there all the time
All this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand
Now and forever, I will be your man.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Cookie Day
Usually we have our Cookie Day on a Saturday in December, and all the girls in the family get together to make various cookie plates for neighbors, friends, visiting teachees, etc. This year, due to time constraints, we're having it on a Tuesday. And I don't have anyone to give my cookies to. I guess I can make a plate for the neighbors, and maybe for a couple friends and their families. But for some reason, this year the thought isn't as exciting.
Maybe it's because we (okay, really I do) pale in comparison to Mandoo and her cookies. :) Send us back to the gutters where we belong, hot bum, and show us who reigns at cookie-making.
**tangent alert**
I'm excited that you all watch Heroes! I think I agree with Eric's analysis, and I, too, wish you were a writer for that show.
So I am making spritz cookies, and probably some sugar cookies that I'll turn into cute little twisted candy canes. I better get to it!!
Maybe it's because we (okay, really I do) pale in comparison to Mandoo and her cookies. :) Send us back to the gutters where we belong, hot bum, and show us who reigns at cookie-making.
**tangent alert**
I'm excited that you all watch Heroes! I think I agree with Eric's analysis, and I, too, wish you were a writer for that show.
So I am making spritz cookies, and probably some sugar cookies that I'll turn into cute little twisted candy canes. I better get to it!!
Friday, December 08, 2006
'Tis the Season for "Holiday" Parties
Maybe I'm just having a cynical holiday season this year, but I'm getting bugged by all the Santa things I constantly see.
My daughter said to me the other day, "Mommy, I want to sleep in the living room on Christmas Eve so that I can see if Santa is real. Well, I know that he's real, but I want to see what he really looks like." This statement reminded me of my not-so-long-lost belief in Jesus Christ. (by the way, Christian Blog thingy that requested me to join your ranks: here's my official "no thanks")
As a parent, I think I would just rather have her learn on her own about the whole Santa thing. She's seven and really bright, so I'm sure this belief won't last very long. In response I sat there and listened to her, saying nothing. I don't want to crush this idea for her. But I can't help feeling like I'm being deceptive and dishonest. I don't want to be that way, so it's hard to know what to do. If this were about Jesus Christ, I wouldn't have hesitation in discussing things with her. Maybe it's because the idea of Santa Claus isn't really harmful at all? Hm...
Tonight is the big formal Christmas party at my work. It's going to be pretty busy, so I'm excited that I'll get good tips. And maybe since the patrons will be all dressed up, I won't have to deal with sour behavior. Some of these guys get rude when they get drunk, and while it's nothing I can't handle, it does get old. My job is still really fun though. People are starting to remember me too now, and so it's starting to feel more comfortable. :)
My daughter said to me the other day, "Mommy, I want to sleep in the living room on Christmas Eve so that I can see if Santa is real. Well, I know that he's real, but I want to see what he really looks like." This statement reminded me of my not-so-long-lost belief in Jesus Christ. (by the way, Christian Blog thingy that requested me to join your ranks: here's my official "no thanks")
As a parent, I think I would just rather have her learn on her own about the whole Santa thing. She's seven and really bright, so I'm sure this belief won't last very long. In response I sat there and listened to her, saying nothing. I don't want to crush this idea for her. But I can't help feeling like I'm being deceptive and dishonest. I don't want to be that way, so it's hard to know what to do. If this were about Jesus Christ, I wouldn't have hesitation in discussing things with her. Maybe it's because the idea of Santa Claus isn't really harmful at all? Hm...
Tonight is the big formal Christmas party at my work. It's going to be pretty busy, so I'm excited that I'll get good tips. And maybe since the patrons will be all dressed up, I won't have to deal with sour behavior. Some of these guys get rude when they get drunk, and while it's nothing I can't handle, it does get old. My job is still really fun though. People are starting to remember me too now, and so it's starting to feel more comfortable. :)
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
OH. What I Really Wanted to Blog About Today...
Heroes.
Okay so here's a spoiler warning. Come back when you're all caught up on the episodes. This is my water cooler, and if you're not up-to-date then go back to your desk and do your work. Or go hang at your own water cooler. :)
First of all, Eva's (is that her name?) just attained "cool" status cause she killed herself and didn't let Siler get her powers. Secondly, how sad is it that Claire's friend Zach doesn't remember now?? I was so heartbroken for her about that. And for Zach too.
The cop and the FBI lady are going to do it.
Why the crap are Nikki/Jessica, DL, and Micah involved in this story at ALL? Their storyline bores me because I don't get it.
Peter Petrelli. Cute enough? Here's my prediction, based on the dream he had. He absorbs the powers of those around him. So if everyone is around him, including the radioactive guy, maybe he IS the one who blows up NYC. I can't wait until January 22.
K your turn. Tell me what you think.
Okay so here's a spoiler warning. Come back when you're all caught up on the episodes. This is my water cooler, and if you're not up-to-date then go back to your desk and do your work. Or go hang at your own water cooler. :)
First of all, Eva's (is that her name?) just attained "cool" status cause she killed herself and didn't let Siler get her powers. Secondly, how sad is it that Claire's friend Zach doesn't remember now?? I was so heartbroken for her about that. And for Zach too.
The cop and the FBI lady are going to do it.
Why the crap are Nikki/Jessica, DL, and Micah involved in this story at ALL? Their storyline bores me because I don't get it.
Peter Petrelli. Cute enough? Here's my prediction, based on the dream he had. He absorbs the powers of those around him. So if everyone is around him, including the radioactive guy, maybe he IS the one who blows up NYC. I can't wait until January 22.
K your turn. Tell me what you think.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
A Promise
Water, emotions, our feelings:
Fluid.
Should we fight them?
Deny ourselves?
Struggle against the current?
Should we analyze the reasons why
the current flows the way it does?
Will we find logic and pattern and predictability?
Water, emotions and feelings can be destructive forces, true.
But they're essential for life. To live.
I'm going to take each day as it comes.
I'm going to allow myself to feel pain.
I will love. I do love.
A life lived in fear is a life half-lived. This life is all I have. I will live as fully as I know how.
Fluid.
Should we fight them?
Deny ourselves?
Struggle against the current?
Should we analyze the reasons why
the current flows the way it does?
Will we find logic and pattern and predictability?
Water, emotions and feelings can be destructive forces, true.
But they're essential for life. To live.
I'm going to take each day as it comes.
I'm going to allow myself to feel pain.
I will love. I do love.
A life lived in fear is a life half-lived. This life is all I have. I will live as fully as I know how.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
My New Fave
Evanescence: The event of fading and gradually disappearing from sight. The new album from the band with the same name is great. The Open Door shows Amy Lee's vocal diversity and range. I'm loving it! :)
Good Enough by Evanescence
Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe
But I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
For you
Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself
And I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't believe
That I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
It's been a such long time coming
But I feel good
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
Cause I can't hold on
To anything this good enough
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me
Cause I can't say no
Good Enough by Evanescence
Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe
But I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
For you
Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself
And I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't believe
That I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
It's been a such long time coming
But I feel good
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
Cause I can't hold on
To anything this good enough
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me
Cause I can't say no
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