Sara Bareilles - Uncharted

I really dig this song and the video makes me smile :)

*hint* Little boy blue...

The Avett Brothers - I And Love And You

Sometimes a song comes along that stops me right in my tracks. Like this one.

Shh. Listen.

Just feel like it... because it makes me really happy to think of it in my head, and I don't want to forget any of it: I am presenting My List of Favorite Sounds.

(In no particular order)

 

1. The sound of a guitar string as the hand playing it slides quickly across to reach another chord.

2. A fan lulling me to sleep. Every night for years and years.

3. The sound of a soft rain hitting the already plump ground.

4. Dallas' giggle. Infectious and pure.

5. The sounds of my sleeping children. Slow, rhythmic breathing.

6. Silence.

7. The hisspop of eggs frying.

8. The quiet hush right before a movie starts.

9. The sound of cicadas outside my window in the summer.

10. The bubbling of boiling water.

11. The sound you can hear when you block out the ruckus of a train: that rhythm of clickclack, clickclack.

12. The word Puma.

14. People speaking another language (French or Spanish only, please) so fast that all I hear is exoticity, flamboyance, elegance, and beauty.

15. When someone says I love you and you know they mean it more than the words.

16.  Rock Chalk Jayhawk chant.

17. The crackling of a fire, the flow of the Walnut River, and my family and friends laughing while at the Boxcar.

18. The sigh after my daughter laughs.

19. The beginning of a story I've heard my husband tell a million times.

20. A favorite song in it's first three chords.

That's all for now.

The post that has no title. Yet.

Ain't it funny how sometimes the family we were born in to, the society of that group, is the one thing about them that you dislike the most? It's funny though, how quickly I become irritated when someone from the outside levels criticisms against or mocks people I consider my people. Hate without love, I think, is what's wrong. Unless you have the love, the hate is ugly. When you have the love, when you can understand, when you've been there, your hate means something. The hate can be tragically beautiful.  Whoa, that was deep.


       What prompts this deep thinking, you ask? 

Well, lemme tell ya.  I had a dream last night.  I went to bed feeling quite content and calm.  I woke up at 3ish in the morning, hold on...rather I was WOKEN up by a horrible dream, and by horrible I mean I was being chased and my God, I hate to be chased. HATE. BEING. CHASED. (Did ya get that?)  It startled me so that I sat up and had to take a few deep breaths to resurrect the normal flow of oxygen.  So, I tried with great effort to calm down and drift off to sweet dream land. ( HA! Yeah, like that was gonna happen.)   Sooo, of course my mind starts going, running, bouncing and generally feels like it's gonna squirt all the nonsense I have in my brain all over the room. I start thinking about childhood, earliest memory to High School type stuff.  I started thinking about family.  The kind you're born into, the kind that is brought to you, the kind you find, the kind you build and the kind that finds you.  I have been and am a part of all those types of family. Hey, aren't we all?

                                                   You still with me in all this ramble?

The thing that stuck out the most last night as I was laying there thinking all over the place;
I have quite a  vivid picture of Louisiana—from the short time I lived there—is this species of large tree with great tangles of exposed roots. I'm not sure what sort of tree that was, but I always thought it was lovely and brave. I hoped someday I could show my roots so openly and proudly as that tree.
 
Can you see my roots? The gnarly ones ones that look battered and beaten?  How about the ones that look smoothed out by a soft rain?  Oh, and the lovely ones that look fresh and new? Even the ones that are hidden under some dirt?

I hope you can.  I'm proud of them all.

Oooh, me likey

I'm normally not much of a watch person as my wrist is pretty small and they tend to just not ever fit right, and I have a cell phone that tells perfect time...anyway, I digress.  I really really like this watch. First, it's white and I love white things. Crisp and clean, ya know. And second, I LOVE anything that has paisley in it. Bam! All in one right here. My BDay is coming up so this is kind of a hint to a loved one...ahem...hint hint :)

I'm not so tough...

I need to remind myself of this...It's ok if I crack every once in a while.  It lets the love in.

Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts

I cried. You might.

Baby, it's cold outside.

The cold is creeping in, Winter has reared it's freezing head once again.  It has invaded my bones, it has chapped my lips, brittled my hair. Yet it is somehow still so inviting... it reaches my nose with  this...Clean.Cold. Pure. And I love it.

I feel that Winter picks my hair up with it's long, spindly fingers, and licks it until icicles hang, and my cheeks are turned to red apples.  But I feel warmth, because Winter allows us to slow down and cocoon ourselves up at home, wrapped up in blankets and tall socks away from the icy chill, encased in a big warm hug. It welcomes us to brew warmth in a cup, hot chocolate with marshmallows....yes, please.
Dare I say I don't mind Winter?  Despite some of my grumblings about the cold, or wind, or ice, winter is not half bad. I love watching kids eyes sparkle at the very thought of going to the park and sledding. I love snowball fights (just don't hit me in the face cause that would just piss.me.off) I love breaking off  icicles.  I love the Moon in Winter and even more so when it glows off the snowy land. I love the smell of coming snow. People are just very fickle. We want what we haven't got, and when we get it, we no longer want it. In the summer, "I wish it were cool and Wintery", in Winter, "I wish it was warm and Summery". You can't exactly have both at the same time. Oh my, doesn't that hold true with most everything in life?
Enjoy the frost flowers on the windowpanes and enjoy the feeling of a hot shower (pin pricky as it may feel) after you've been outdoors, enjoy making snowmen, or snow angels, and don't forget about making snow ice cream!  I don't believe in living each day as my last cause that just seems kinda morbid to me, but I do believe in keeping the idea close in my thoughts, so as to motivate me to live each day with laughter and love.

I opened the door this morning to do only one thing...Breathe.

Snow. Cold. Clean. Pure.

I love 'nanner pudding!

 Try it....You'll like it!!

 

Ingredients

• 1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese
• 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
• 1 (5 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix
• 3 cups cold milk
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1 (8 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed
• 4 bananas, sliced
• 1/2 (12 ounce) package vanilla wafers

Directions

1. In a large bowl, beat cream cheese until fluffy. Beat in condensed milk, pudding mix, cold milk and vanilla until smooth. Fold in 1/2 of the whipped topping.
2. Line the bottom of a 9x13 inch dish with vanilla wafers. Arrange sliced bananas evenly over wafers. Spread with pudding mixture. Top with remaining whipped topping. Chill.

Cold Hearted Snake

I'm pretty much and 80's lady through and through when it comes to music and yesterday I heard Paula Abdul's "Cold Hearted Snake" on the radio.  Ahhh!! Good memories of waking up in the morning, getting ready for school and turning on MTV to watch videos.  Yes, kiddies, MTV once upon a time actually had Music Videos.  Amazing, I know. 

 Not only did the head rush of memories full of spiral perms, hairspray (my faves were Salon Selectives and Aqua Net in the pink and black obscene ounce can), tight rolled Guess Jeans and Lip Smackers lip gloss, so did the image of the sweater you see above.  I saw it a while back and before I could contain myself I started, aloud mind you, Cold Hearted Snake. Loudly. I'm usually not so mean but seriously, WHO wears that?!

So, I leave you with this.....


OOH OOH AHHHH.....sing it!!!