IN HONOR OF GARY COLEMAN . . . CLASSIC
6.04.2010
4.14.2010
APRIL SNOW SHOWERS BRING OUT THE GRUMPS
I've been neglecting my blog these days and my only excuse at this point in time is "LIFE." The past couple of months have not been without blog-worthy joy, stress, emotion or fun, but the chaos that comes with everyday life with two toddlers has been all-consuming. Instead of writing at the end of the day, I have been decompressing with an adult beverage of some sort, music and M&M's (if I'm lucky). I realize that this is perhaps not the ideal stress reliever (what would Dr.Phil say?) but it works. Still, I have missed the writing. Especially when I am overcome with emotion much like I was this morning when I looked out the window to see at least 5+ inches of new snow piled on top of my car. I was discouraged, to say the least. But all I needed to do was look at one picture to take me to my happy place:
My sweet baby nephew Owen Thomas taking it all in on the lanai in Hawaii. TCT and PMT would certainly approve...
2.12.2010
2.05.2010
"I GOT SOME FANCY SHOES TO TRY AND GIGGLE AWAY THESE BLUES"
My brother and sister-in-law introduced me to Brett Dennen a while back and I've since then been listening to his albums and enjoying his music more and more every day. The other night I played this song (loudly) as I prepared dinner (with wine in hand) and as I listened to the lyrics it literally stopped me in my tracks. Although it was not the first time I had heard this song, it moved me for the first time. I listened to it over and over because in some small insignificant fashion I could relate to what he was saying even though I hadn't a clue as to what he was singing so passionately about. I didn't care. It didn't matter. It made me happy. It made me miss my parents. And think about where I am. What I've lost and what I have. It moved me.
When I heard the news, My heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these trouble times it's hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than this
I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness, and I get so damn depressed,
In a world with suffering, Why should I be so blessed?
I heard about a women who lives in Colorado,
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
but then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree Then be tied to it
There is so much more.
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues
(red peep toes, with bow)
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing
(don't worry baby)
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die When I die.
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