Lately I have noticed, with sadness, the disconnect I have with Christ. I hate that I am here. I don't even have enough energy to get into it all right now, as work and kids and life has me so emotionally drained, I don't know if I would shed a single tear watching William Wallace die at the end of Braveheart (the GREATEST love story ever). Tonight, while unwinding from a particularly long night at work, I started surfing blogs and came across this post on one of them. It reminded me of how I came to getting the tattoo I have on my left wrist and what it means to me (more on that another day).
"Those who have made the deaf and dumb their study tell us how much the power of
speaking depends on that of hearing, and how the loss of hearing in children is
followed by that of speaking, too. ... To offer a prayer--to give utterance to
certain wishes and to appeal to certain promises--is an easy thing and can be
learned of man by human wisdom. But to pray in the Spirit, to speak words that
reach and touch God, that affect and influence the powers of the unseen
world--such praying, such speaking, depends entirely upon our hearing God's
voice."
--Andrew
Murray, With Christ in the School of Prayer, copyright 1887
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
It's sixteen miles to the promised land
And I promise you I'm doing the best I can
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than a man
'Cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these mountains with frequency and I stand here with my arms up
Some days last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me you better speak up
I won't wait
So you'd better move fast
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than you are
With your arms outstretched to me
And I promise you I'm doing the best I can
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than a man
'Cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these mountains with frequency and I stand here with my arms up
Some days last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me you better speak up
I won't wait
So you'd better move fast
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than you are
With your arms outstretched to me
And this day? It went too fast.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Things I've learned...
Burping and swallowing at the same moment results in a severe coughing fit.
If you find a man who can give a good massage and is willing to do it without even thinking about it, marry him. That skill alone is worth more than any character flaw he may possess.
Kids will only hear you when you're saying something utterly foul. They will only repeat it at the most inappropriate time possible, like in the communion line at church...to the pastor.
It's okay to fall in love. Even if it doesn't last and even if it breaks your heart.
If you find a hobby that makes you happy, stick with it. I seldom cook anymore and haven't ran even a mile in over a year now when I was running 5-8 daily.
Drive-thru tacos only taste good at 2am.
Nothing good happens after 2am.
If he isn't invested enough to be thoughtful and considerate, he isn't invested enough. Walk away.
Beer tastes best when poured from a clean line, into a chilled glass.
2:30am is a completely acceptable time to make and eat a grilled cheese...it is also the ONLY good thing that ever happens after 2am.
There is nothing wrong with eating an entire box of Girl Scout cookies in one seating...as long as it only happens once a year and you chase it with a large glass of milk.
It doesn't matter how many hours you work, how much time you have or how tired and uninvolved you may be-your kids want you to listen to them. Listen to them tell you about the Play-Doh dog that poops blue sparkly shit. Listen to them tell you, for the fourteenth hundren time, about the bad kid in school that doesn't follow the rules, picks his nose, hits other kids and broke the most coveted class toy-then thank Christ it isn't your kid behaving that way. It means you're doing a good job.
Single parents, made single by any circumstance, are heroes.
The key to a happy and successful relationship is two people who care equally about the happiness and well being of the other party. If you're not putting forth full effort to make your partner happy, they aren't the one. In the same respect, if you're with someone and you aren't feeling a reciprocated appreciation from them, then they aren't the one.
There are some things about men, that despite any major flaw they may have (yes, even if he is a mouth breather, there are things that can save him) that are undeniably sexy. To name a few...men on motorcycles, men that can cook, men that play guitar and men that do housework (yes. I detest housework and definitely consider a man scrubbing a toilet and hanging my mounds of laundry a major turn-on).
Becoming a parent is easy. Parenting is...well...at times...impossible.
Watching someone you love die is the hardest, most character-building, life-changing experience you will ever go through.
Treating others with the same kindnesses you'd wish to be treated with pays off in more ways that you ever realize.
One can never count their blessings too many times.
3am is the perfect time to consider all the things you've learned.
If you find a man who can give a good massage and is willing to do it without even thinking about it, marry him. That skill alone is worth more than any character flaw he may possess.
Kids will only hear you when you're saying something utterly foul. They will only repeat it at the most inappropriate time possible, like in the communion line at church...to the pastor.
It's okay to fall in love. Even if it doesn't last and even if it breaks your heart.
If you find a hobby that makes you happy, stick with it. I seldom cook anymore and haven't ran even a mile in over a year now when I was running 5-8 daily.
Drive-thru tacos only taste good at 2am.
Nothing good happens after 2am.
If he isn't invested enough to be thoughtful and considerate, he isn't invested enough. Walk away.
Beer tastes best when poured from a clean line, into a chilled glass.
2:30am is a completely acceptable time to make and eat a grilled cheese...it is also the ONLY good thing that ever happens after 2am.
There is nothing wrong with eating an entire box of Girl Scout cookies in one seating...as long as it only happens once a year and you chase it with a large glass of milk.
It doesn't matter how many hours you work, how much time you have or how tired and uninvolved you may be-your kids want you to listen to them. Listen to them tell you about the Play-Doh dog that poops blue sparkly shit. Listen to them tell you, for the fourteenth hundren time, about the bad kid in school that doesn't follow the rules, picks his nose, hits other kids and broke the most coveted class toy-then thank Christ it isn't your kid behaving that way. It means you're doing a good job.
Single parents, made single by any circumstance, are heroes.
The key to a happy and successful relationship is two people who care equally about the happiness and well being of the other party. If you're not putting forth full effort to make your partner happy, they aren't the one. In the same respect, if you're with someone and you aren't feeling a reciprocated appreciation from them, then they aren't the one.
There are some things about men, that despite any major flaw they may have (yes, even if he is a mouth breather, there are things that can save him) that are undeniably sexy. To name a few...men on motorcycles, men that can cook, men that play guitar and men that do housework (yes. I detest housework and definitely consider a man scrubbing a toilet and hanging my mounds of laundry a major turn-on).
Becoming a parent is easy. Parenting is...well...at times...impossible.
Watching someone you love die is the hardest, most character-building, life-changing experience you will ever go through.
Treating others with the same kindnesses you'd wish to be treated with pays off in more ways that you ever realize.
One can never count their blessings too many times.
3am is the perfect time to consider all the things you've learned.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
The 5th and final...
Right Through You, Alanis Morissette
Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
This album is one of my favorite of all time. I can listen to it in it's full, repeatedly and never grow sick of it.
Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
This album is one of my favorite of all time. I can listen to it in it's full, repeatedly and never grow sick of it.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Song 4 of the lyrical tirade...
Sittin on the Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Song...Three, of the musical tirade because I don't know how to spell the Spanish word for...three..
Guaranteed, Pearl Jam
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one thats me
So I can breathe
Circles they grow & they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me & my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive
Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbitting
I know all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one thats me
So I can breathe
Circles they grow & they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me & my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive
Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbitting
I know all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Song DOS of the lyrical tirade...
Wagon Wheel, Old Crow Medicine Show
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
Pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now
Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
Pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now
Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Ohhhhhhh....and then there was the one where I recite lyrics...again...
So driving home tonight I set my Pandora to shuffle and, as per the usual, it played all the perfect songs. Since spring is ceasing to be sprung up here in Chicagoland, I refuse to participate in life. As a result, all forthcoming posts will be lyrical tirades from tonight's drive home...unless of course I happen to have something amazing and profound to expel upon you poor people until it's 68 degrees and sunny up here.
Song UNO: Counting Crows, Holiday In Spain
Got no place to go
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I could fit right in
We got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we got stories how we slept with all the
Movie stars
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drink my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Hop on my choo-choo
I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit
If you dress me up in pink and white
We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight
She's my angel
She's a little better than the one that used to be with me
Cause she liked to scream at me
Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
And fly away to someone new
Everybody's gone
They left the television screaming that the radio's on
Someone stole my shoes
But there's a couple of bananas
And a bottle of booze
Oh well, happy new year's baby!
We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day
Or we could simply pack our bags
And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Flush my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Song UNO: Counting Crows, Holiday In Spain
Got no place to go
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I could fit right in
We got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we got stories how we slept with all the
Movie stars
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drink my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Hop on my choo-choo
I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit
If you dress me up in pink and white
We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight
She's my angel
She's a little better than the one that used to be with me
Cause she liked to scream at me
Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
And fly away to someone new
Everybody's gone
They left the television screaming that the radio's on
Someone stole my shoes
But there's a couple of bananas
And a bottle of booze
Oh well, happy new year's baby!
We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day
Or we could simply pack our bags
And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Flush my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Monday, April 1, 2013
You Fucking Wrecked it All...
I've avoided posting this song for over a year. But here it is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZqH4gggtCQ
Well lookin back when I met you, we were shiny, we were brand new
A couple kids who'd never been to town
It was a quart of beer, a paper sack, leave a penny on the railroad track
You let me steal a kiss from you when no one was around
Hangin out, hangin on to the night fore it was gone
Like we'd never see that parking lot again
We were sneakin in the picture show and pourin' bourbon in our coke
Aw and never seein' how the movie ends
And I thought that they might ride off in the sun
But you wrecked it all, you wrecked my heart
You wrecked our house and you wrecked my car
Left all the pieces scattered on the lawn
Caught up in your headlights
Well I was blindsided in plain sight
I'll salvage what I may when you're gone but you wrecked it all
Well on down the road we built our home out of bedsheets and Styrofoam
Hopin that the wind might never blow
And it's love or fight, everyday like a Tennessee Williams play
Not knowin how it ended when we signed on for the show
And I hoped that we might ride off in the sun
Life ain't what it was back then, someone smashed the windshield in
Well you never see it comin till it's knockin out your teeth
And it's the same Saturday, brand new Fords and Chevrolet's
Lined up like they never saw the likes of you and me
And I watched them as they drove off in the sun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZqH4gggtCQ
Well lookin back when I met you, we were shiny, we were brand new
A couple kids who'd never been to town
It was a quart of beer, a paper sack, leave a penny on the railroad track
You let me steal a kiss from you when no one was around
Hangin out, hangin on to the night fore it was gone
Like we'd never see that parking lot again
We were sneakin in the picture show and pourin' bourbon in our coke
Aw and never seein' how the movie ends
And I thought that they might ride off in the sun
But you wrecked it all, you wrecked my heart
You wrecked our house and you wrecked my car
Left all the pieces scattered on the lawn
Caught up in your headlights
Well I was blindsided in plain sight
I'll salvage what I may when you're gone but you wrecked it all
Well on down the road we built our home out of bedsheets and Styrofoam
Hopin that the wind might never blow
And it's love or fight, everyday like a Tennessee Williams play
Not knowin how it ended when we signed on for the show
And I hoped that we might ride off in the sun
Life ain't what it was back then, someone smashed the windshield in
Well you never see it comin till it's knockin out your teeth
And it's the same Saturday, brand new Fords and Chevrolet's
Lined up like they never saw the likes of you and me
And I watched them as they drove off in the sun
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