Can't pick just one. These are three of many songs I've been listening to while I get all my crap together for our meeting with our accountant. These three just happen to be the ones I've been listening to *obsessively*.
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Day 8 of 30
A favorite song....
Can't pick just one. These are three of many songs I've been listening to while I get all my crap together for our meeting with our accountant. These three just happen to be the ones I've been listening to *obsessively*.
Can't pick just one. These are three of many songs I've been listening to while I get all my crap together for our meeting with our accountant. These three just happen to be the ones I've been listening to *obsessively*.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Over and Over
Here's a little secret about me. If I find a song I like, I play it over and over and over and over and over and over and over. And over again. I love to memorize words so I can always sing along. Playing a song over and over is the best way to do that. And I just can't get enough of my current groove-song, so over and over helps with that too.
Here is my most recent over and over and over and over and overs...
Angus and Julia Stone... "And The Boys"
And Angus and Julia Stone again.... "You're the One That I Want"
And my friend Rob has some amazing music that I repeat ridiculous amounts of time. If you would like to hear this, go to this link.
Also, my brother Zandy (aka Alex) is in a band. We listen to this link all the time too, particularly the song "The Matador".
Here is my most recent over and over and over and over and overs...
Angus and Julia Stone... "And The Boys"
And Angus and Julia Stone again.... "You're the One That I Want"
And my friend Rob has some amazing music that I repeat ridiculous amounts of time. If you would like to hear this, go to this link.
Also, my brother Zandy (aka Alex) is in a band. We listen to this link all the time too, particularly the song "The Matador".
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Ties That Bind Us
I have an uncle that lives in Texas. His name is Lex. I've only been around him a handful of times, so he's remained a fairly enigmatic part of my life. He's a music man. He's an amazing guitarist and he has fantastic naturally curly hair. He has a sweet wife that I've only met a couple of times and two beautiful daughters, my cousins, the oldest of which I've only met once, and the younger, not at all.
Through the medium of Facebook, Lex and I have been able to connect to a certain degree, be it sparsely and about fairly trivial things like discovering that we both love Imogen Heap, my straight hair vs. his curly hair, and comments on photos now and then. Those times we have interacted on Facebook are rare pearls that I've unconsciously tucked away in a safe place in my heart.
Today my mom sent me a link to a video. This video woke up an awareness of those safe heart-places and I am compelled to write about it.
I tell you that he's a music man, but that's not giving him enough credit. He's been involved in music his entire life. I don't know the whole story, and I realize as I type this that it's a story that I have a deep desire to hear, but I know he started playing the guitar when he was very young, and he never stopped. As far as I know, he's always been in one band or another. Music seems to be embedded in the fiber of his soul, filling all but the capacity of his mysterious heart.
Watching this video, my eyes smart with tears. The time I've spent with him in real life is scant. To see him moving and breathing rather than frozen in a photo gives life to so many amazing connections. In his face, I see my grandmother's eyes and my grandfather's mouth and nose. In his movements, I see my brother and my mother. In his voice, I hear that music that sings through so many generations of my family. In his eyes, I catch a glimpse of his mysterious heart, quiet and unassuming, gentle and soulful. And, as I watch him move on the screen, just singing a country song, I realize that, despite the miles between Idaho and Texas, despite the gap in our age, despite the acute lack of interaction between us, I know him. I feel a connection that goes beyond reason or cognitive understanding. I love him as though we had eaten dinner together every Sunday of my life.
In this somewhat simple, broken-hearted country song, my Uncle Lex sings his soul. And it resonates all the way to Idaho.
(He's the cute one closest to the camera with the guitar and the amazing voice)
Through the medium of Facebook, Lex and I have been able to connect to a certain degree, be it sparsely and about fairly trivial things like discovering that we both love Imogen Heap, my straight hair vs. his curly hair, and comments on photos now and then. Those times we have interacted on Facebook are rare pearls that I've unconsciously tucked away in a safe place in my heart.
Today my mom sent me a link to a video. This video woke up an awareness of those safe heart-places and I am compelled to write about it.
I tell you that he's a music man, but that's not giving him enough credit. He's been involved in music his entire life. I don't know the whole story, and I realize as I type this that it's a story that I have a deep desire to hear, but I know he started playing the guitar when he was very young, and he never stopped. As far as I know, he's always been in one band or another. Music seems to be embedded in the fiber of his soul, filling all but the capacity of his mysterious heart.
Watching this video, my eyes smart with tears. The time I've spent with him in real life is scant. To see him moving and breathing rather than frozen in a photo gives life to so many amazing connections. In his face, I see my grandmother's eyes and my grandfather's mouth and nose. In his movements, I see my brother and my mother. In his voice, I hear that music that sings through so many generations of my family. In his eyes, I catch a glimpse of his mysterious heart, quiet and unassuming, gentle and soulful. And, as I watch him move on the screen, just singing a country song, I realize that, despite the miles between Idaho and Texas, despite the gap in our age, despite the acute lack of interaction between us, I know him. I feel a connection that goes beyond reason or cognitive understanding. I love him as though we had eaten dinner together every Sunday of my life.
In this somewhat simple, broken-hearted country song, my Uncle Lex sings his soul. And it resonates all the way to Idaho.
(He's the cute one closest to the camera with the guitar and the amazing voice)
Monday, June 8, 2009
Manic Monday: Shine
Today for our Manic Monday fun we have the word shine. Shine brings to mind my high school years. A few of which I dated the lead singer/guitarist of a freakin' awesome high school band known by the name of Clouded Vision. Me and my two best pals Beth and Erin liked to say we were roadies as we'd help haul equipment, set up the drum kit, run cords, pretend to help with sound checks, etc., but in truth we were just glorified groupies. We felt hella cool, regardless of what you called us.
Stashed in some box somewhere are several mementos from those days which, to my embarrassment, I still have. A cracked drumstick that I made the drummer, Matt Orchard, sign for me. He signed it, 'Orch the Torch'. A high school newspaper with Clouded Vision on the cover. (they won the battle of the bands and THAT was a good day to be the lead singer's girlfriend!) A broken guitar pick that my boyfriend tossed aside. Not to mention a list, written in his hand, of the lineup of songs they would be playing during one of their "gigs". One of my favorites on that list was Shine by Collective Soul.
For your listening enjoyment, I was going to embed Collective Soul's music video of Shine, compliments of YouTube, but thanks to someone's "request", embedding has been disabled and I can only give you the link. If you wish to hear this song that brings back so many memories for me, you can click here. If not, that's fine. Just know this... I was once a groupie of a high school band and I loved every minute of it.
Stashed in some box somewhere are several mementos from those days which, to my embarrassment, I still have. A cracked drumstick that I made the drummer, Matt Orchard, sign for me. He signed it, 'Orch the Torch'. A high school newspaper with Clouded Vision on the cover. (they won the battle of the bands and THAT was a good day to be the lead singer's girlfriend!) A broken guitar pick that my boyfriend tossed aside. Not to mention a list, written in his hand, of the lineup of songs they would be playing during one of their "gigs". One of my favorites on that list was Shine by Collective Soul.
For your listening enjoyment, I was going to embed Collective Soul's music video of Shine, compliments of YouTube, but thanks to someone's "request", embedding has been disabled and I can only give you the link. If you wish to hear this song that brings back so many memories for me, you can click here. If not, that's fine. Just know this... I was once a groupie of a high school band and I loved every minute of it.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Manic Monday: Tree
The tree boughs were sagging with the weight of the white blanket that the sky gently laid down. They looked tired. I stared at them for a long time wanting to go and give them a good shake to relieve them of their burden. I smiled because that's just how I felt- relieved of my burden. The funny thing was, I didn't even know I carried the load until I woke up dreaming bad dreams about today.
I dreamed that the program was starting. I was in charge and I was at the back of the chapel. I thought that I was supposed to be there, but then I realized that I was in the wrong place and I needed to be up front. Strangely, as I realized this, the chapel was suddenly about two miles long and I knew I'd never make it up there in time because it had already started and the pianist was waiting for me to cue them to start.
I panicked, so Dustin and I ran outside and he drove me to the front of the chapel (which had become an ultra long trek). When I ran in the door, the Primary Chorister had brought all the Primary kids up to the stand early since I wasn't there to coordinate it. The pianist (Maria, for real) was playing the intro of Joy To The World over and over waiting for me. As I got up to where I would lead, the Primary kids were in the way and the pianist and the organist couldn't see me. I moved them several times, but they just kept drifting back in my way and I hit them with my arm as I led the song. I woke up in a panic and everytime I'd fall asleep again, I 'd dream something else bad. Finally I gave up and got out of bed at 7:30 on a Sunday morning... unheard of for me!
Needless to say, I was nervous and felt the weight of coordinating and carrying out my church Christmas program. Had I thought of everything? Had I miscalculated the time? Would the speakers go on too long and make us get out late? Would I remember to stand the choir up before they sing? Would someone bump my music stand in the shuffle of singers and send my music flying with a loud crash? Would I forget the cut-offs?
I was so busy worrying that I couldn't even enjoy it or tell if it was going smoothly or not. It felt choppy and disjointed. Don't get me wrong, there were tender moments... hearing the speaker talk of a Christmas in her childhood when she got a single stuffed bear for Christmas and her joy was full... hearing my brother sing with tender strength about Joseph guarding the baby Jesus... seeing my little Ella and her friends Emma and Angie sing "Away In A Manger" with their sweet, little, child-voices... hearing Maria's piano solo and letting the beauty of that performance make me feel buoyant and light... but those tender moments were constantly buried by the bigger worry about the clock, the time signatures and the cut-offs. Was anybody feeling the spirit and the message or were they picking up on my freaky-worried vibes? Was that a blank, bored face I just saw, or was he just absent from his body as the music carried him to a place only he could see and experience? I was neurotic. I was a roller coaster.
Then... the final cutoff came. I listened as the prayer blew threw my wind tunnel ears... I couldn't hear it, but it didn't matter. It was over and I was relieved. Relief was something I expected. What I didn't expect was fulfillment. There was a need in me that had somehow eluded my awareness and was now making itself known.
As person after person came to me with tears in their eyes expressing the beauty of the last hour, tears began to fill mine. My own aunt hugged me, crying, and told me that I had "saved her Christmas". Someone else told me that was the best church Christmas music program she had ever experienced. Another person held my face in her hands as she thanked me over and over. And yet another held my hands and told me how perfectly wonderful it was and how it was just what she needed. There were more... my mom, my dad, the Bishop, the Bishop's wife, a few choir members... they just kept coming and I was totally overwhelmed.
I really didn't do that much... except shoulder some responsibility, execute a plan that I had a lot of help with (thank you), and listen to other people make beautiful music.
It was the spirit of the music, the people and the Savior, Jesus Christ, that did all the work. It was touching to so many people and, even though I was too busy worrying to notice, I was bombarded with feelings joy and gratitude and service when it was all over because people shared how it touched them. I couldn't believe that I missed their joy and that I actually wondered if people were bored and thinking "Enough music, already!".
And then, as I went home, I was overcome with gratitude to my Heavenly Father for giving me the gift of arranging all of this, participating in it, and working with the many people who helped pull it off. I was overcome with the Spirit and I felt joy and love pulsing from me like a heartbeat and I thanked Him for my joy and my experience.
I feel humbled and gratified in a way that was so very unexpected. The world will never know, but for this little bit of my blog, the gladness of my heart and the magic of song, season and service.
I dreamed that the program was starting. I was in charge and I was at the back of the chapel. I thought that I was supposed to be there, but then I realized that I was in the wrong place and I needed to be up front. Strangely, as I realized this, the chapel was suddenly about two miles long and I knew I'd never make it up there in time because it had already started and the pianist was waiting for me to cue them to start.
I panicked, so Dustin and I ran outside and he drove me to the front of the chapel (which had become an ultra long trek). When I ran in the door, the Primary Chorister had brought all the Primary kids up to the stand early since I wasn't there to coordinate it. The pianist (Maria, for real) was playing the intro of Joy To The World over and over waiting for me. As I got up to where I would lead, the Primary kids were in the way and the pianist and the organist couldn't see me. I moved them several times, but they just kept drifting back in my way and I hit them with my arm as I led the song. I woke up in a panic and everytime I'd fall asleep again, I 'd dream something else bad. Finally I gave up and got out of bed at 7:30 on a Sunday morning... unheard of for me!
Needless to say, I was nervous and felt the weight of coordinating and carrying out my church Christmas program. Had I thought of everything? Had I miscalculated the time? Would the speakers go on too long and make us get out late? Would I remember to stand the choir up before they sing? Would someone bump my music stand in the shuffle of singers and send my music flying with a loud crash? Would I forget the cut-offs?
I was so busy worrying that I couldn't even enjoy it or tell if it was going smoothly or not. It felt choppy and disjointed. Don't get me wrong, there were tender moments... hearing the speaker talk of a Christmas in her childhood when she got a single stuffed bear for Christmas and her joy was full... hearing my brother sing with tender strength about Joseph guarding the baby Jesus... seeing my little Ella and her friends Emma and Angie sing "Away In A Manger" with their sweet, little, child-voices... hearing Maria's piano solo and letting the beauty of that performance make me feel buoyant and light... but those tender moments were constantly buried by the bigger worry about the clock, the time signatures and the cut-offs. Was anybody feeling the spirit and the message or were they picking up on my freaky-worried vibes? Was that a blank, bored face I just saw, or was he just absent from his body as the music carried him to a place only he could see and experience? I was neurotic. I was a roller coaster.
Then... the final cutoff came. I listened as the prayer blew threw my wind tunnel ears... I couldn't hear it, but it didn't matter. It was over and I was relieved. Relief was something I expected. What I didn't expect was fulfillment. There was a need in me that had somehow eluded my awareness and was now making itself known.
As person after person came to me with tears in their eyes expressing the beauty of the last hour, tears began to fill mine. My own aunt hugged me, crying, and told me that I had "saved her Christmas". Someone else told me that was the best church Christmas music program she had ever experienced. Another person held my face in her hands as she thanked me over and over. And yet another held my hands and told me how perfectly wonderful it was and how it was just what she needed. There were more... my mom, my dad, the Bishop, the Bishop's wife, a few choir members... they just kept coming and I was totally overwhelmed.
I really didn't do that much... except shoulder some responsibility, execute a plan that I had a lot of help with (thank you), and listen to other people make beautiful music.
It was the spirit of the music, the people and the Savior, Jesus Christ, that did all the work. It was touching to so many people and, even though I was too busy worrying to notice, I was bombarded with feelings joy and gratitude and service when it was all over because people shared how it touched them. I couldn't believe that I missed their joy and that I actually wondered if people were bored and thinking "Enough music, already!".
And then, as I went home, I was overcome with gratitude to my Heavenly Father for giving me the gift of arranging all of this, participating in it, and working with the many people who helped pull it off. I was overcome with the Spirit and I felt joy and love pulsing from me like a heartbeat and I thanked Him for my joy and my experience.
I feel humbled and gratified in a way that was so very unexpected. The world will never know, but for this little bit of my blog, the gladness of my heart and the magic of song, season and service.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
December 21
Happy Birthday to my little niece, Lily, who was born nine years ago today. It was a very exciting event in our family because she was the first niece, grandbaby, daughter of my siblings, great-granddaughter etc. She weighed 5lbs 14 oz... just a wisp of a girl. She's grown into a sweet little lady who is spunky and dramatic and loves to take care of my little Rohan! (I always ask if I can borrow her for a while) Happy Birthday, Lily!!!
And... in just a few short hours I will be done with our "big" Christmas program at church. I woke myself up with bad dreams about it. It was very weird and frustrating. But it will soon be over and all will be well.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
From The Jar... #25
I've been a slacker on my jar posts lately.
Tell the words of a song from your childhood and the memories it brings.
So many songs, so little time...
We were a singing family. Well, actually, we still are a singing family. I grew up with my mom teaching us all kinds of songs that we would all sing together. We sang a lot on road trips, mostly rounds. A favorite round that we sang was called Man's Life's a Vapor. The words went like this:
Man's life's a vapor, full of woes.
When he cuts a caper, down he goes.
Downy, downy, downy, downy down he goes.
It has a really fun tune and makes some really nice harmonies when sung in a round, but as a kid, I always thought this was the weirdest song. That might have something to do with how I had the words wrong til I was who knows how old... high school, maybe? Here's the words that my child-mind created:
Man's lives of aper, full of wolves.
When he cuts the caper, down he goes.
Downy, downy, downy, downy down he goes.
Ya. I had no idea what an aper was, nor any clue why this guy's life was full of wolves. I didn't know what a caper was either. I pictured it to be some sort of string that this guy cut with big scissors. And when he cut this "caper string" he fell and went down this big, clear tube.... downy, downy, downy down he goes... down the tube. The guy had a little hat and a pencil-thin mustache and a three-piece, pin-striped suit. I always thought of him like a cross between the cartoon Boris Bandenov from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show, the evil and inept magician, Professor Hinkle, on the 1960's animated Frosty the Snowman and the Pink Panther. Sometimes his hat came off when he went downy, downy, down...
Weird, huh? So, that's the memories that that song bring back. Wolves, a big, clear tube, and a detective looking guy.
I just now Googled it to see if, by some chance, they would have the words to this song online. (I wanted to make sure I had the REAL words right!) I found them... apparently, this song is written from a scripture in Proverbs. This is fascinating to me that I've known this song practically my whole life and I've never known what the heck it was from. I just thought it was weird.
On a sweeter and less random note... another song from my childhood that I absolutely love and still sing to my own children is called "Old Dog Tray". This is another that we grew up singing. This one we just sang in a lovely two-part harmony. Maybe I'll get my mom to sing it with me and I'll record it for ya'll. Here are the words.
The morn of life is past,
And evening comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I’ve seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Old dog Tray’s ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away,
He’s gentle, he is kind;
I’ll never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray.
This song was written by Stephen Foster back in 1853. It evokes tender feelings of nostalgia and a connection to my ancestors in the deep south. I always think of my grandmother who was born and raised in Mississippi when we sing this song.
I love that my mom and dad instilled in their children a love of music and singing. While I don't sing with my kids in the car as much as I'd like, I do sing them to sleep almost every night and I hope that is something they treasure into adulthood.
Tell the words of a song from your childhood and the memories it brings.
So many songs, so little time...
We were a singing family. Well, actually, we still are a singing family. I grew up with my mom teaching us all kinds of songs that we would all sing together. We sang a lot on road trips, mostly rounds. A favorite round that we sang was called Man's Life's a Vapor. The words went like this:
Man's life's a vapor, full of woes.
When he cuts a caper, down he goes.
Downy, downy, downy, downy down he goes.
It has a really fun tune and makes some really nice harmonies when sung in a round, but as a kid, I always thought this was the weirdest song. That might have something to do with how I had the words wrong til I was who knows how old... high school, maybe? Here's the words that my child-mind created:
Man's lives of aper, full of wolves.
When he cuts the caper, down he goes.
Downy, downy, downy, downy down he goes.
Ya. I had no idea what an aper was, nor any clue why this guy's life was full of wolves. I didn't know what a caper was either. I pictured it to be some sort of string that this guy cut with big scissors. And when he cut this "caper string" he fell and went down this big, clear tube.... downy, downy, downy down he goes... down the tube. The guy had a little hat and a pencil-thin mustache and a three-piece, pin-striped suit. I always thought of him like a cross between the cartoon Boris Bandenov from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show, the evil and inept magician, Professor Hinkle, on the 1960's animated Frosty the Snowman and the Pink Panther. Sometimes his hat came off when he went downy, downy, down...
Weird, huh? So, that's the memories that that song bring back. Wolves, a big, clear tube, and a detective looking guy.
I just now Googled it to see if, by some chance, they would have the words to this song online. (I wanted to make sure I had the REAL words right!) I found them... apparently, this song is written from a scripture in Proverbs. This is fascinating to me that I've known this song practically my whole life and I've never known what the heck it was from. I just thought it was weird.
On a sweeter and less random note... another song from my childhood that I absolutely love and still sing to my own children is called "Old Dog Tray". This is another that we grew up singing. This one we just sang in a lovely two-part harmony. Maybe I'll get my mom to sing it with me and I'll record it for ya'll. Here are the words.
The morn of life is past,
And evening comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I’ve seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Old dog Tray’s ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away,
He’s gentle, he is kind;
I’ll never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray.
This song was written by Stephen Foster back in 1853. It evokes tender feelings of nostalgia and a connection to my ancestors in the deep south. I always think of my grandmother who was born and raised in Mississippi when we sing this song.
I love that my mom and dad instilled in their children a love of music and singing. While I don't sing with my kids in the car as much as I'd like, I do sing them to sleep almost every night and I hope that is something they treasure into adulthood.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Tue Pose a Question
I was listening to a song the other day... World On Fire by Sarah McLachlan. There is a part of the song that says:
The more we take the less we become
The fortune of one man means less for some
The fortune of one man means less for some
I wondered as I listened to this song if people agree with that? Do you think that the fortune of one man mean less for some?
Answering that question for myself... I don't agree. I don't think that there are limits on the amount of "abundance" in the universe. I don't believe that someone's "fortune" tips some universal scale that means someone else has less. I read a book called Hidden Treasures that beautifully explains what I'm poorly conveying.
I might agree with the first part that says, "The more we take, the less we become". That can be true if we take without giving back.
Just a random thought...
So, what do you think?
Answering that question for myself... I don't agree. I don't think that there are limits on the amount of "abundance" in the universe. I don't believe that someone's "fortune" tips some universal scale that means someone else has less. I read a book called Hidden Treasures that beautifully explains what I'm poorly conveying.
I might agree with the first part that says, "The more we take, the less we become". That can be true if we take without giving back.
Just a random thought...
So, what do you think?
Friday, November 7, 2008
Friday's Fabulous Five
Fabulous things abound! Let's shout 'em out!
1- It's Friday! I love Fridays. And my standard #1 answer about Dustin coming home today doesn't apply. Instead, I'm going to him. I get to see him either way so I win!
2- I successfully got up at 6:15am (after going to bed at 2:00 last night and 3:30 the night before) to get my children ready to leave by 7:15am. They have "Donuts with Dad" today. Obviously, their own dad couldn't attend, so we asked Grandpa to fill in. AND, as an extra added bonus, my dad came and picked them up so I didn't even have to leave the house, wake up Rohan, etc...
3- This song is FABULOUS!!!! (Apparently she doesn't have an official video for it so just listen to it... and really LISTEN to those lyrics! They are so great! And... a quirk about me... I love what she does with her voice at 4:12... leading up to it she's all quiet and then right at 4:12 listen to how she changes her emotion in her voice. I love it. I've listened to that one part over and over.)
4- I have a large pile of junk that I'm getting rid of and it's getting larger! I've been in a mood and I'm going around my house taking pictures off the wall, clothes out of my closet, knick-knacks off of shelves that just don't serve me anymore. I don't want something that doesn't make me feel great in my house. So, it's going bye bye!
5-Lucky is healthy! He was sick last week and I was worried about him. I think I poisoned him by letting him eat a plum pit without realizing that they are poisonous. He wouldn't eat for days and I thought he was going to die. But... he pulled through and is extra scratchy. My hands, neck and collarbone area are a mess of scratches. But he's so funny. Love that squirrel.
Happy Friday and have a great weekend!
1- It's Friday! I love Fridays. And my standard #1 answer about Dustin coming home today doesn't apply. Instead, I'm going to him. I get to see him either way so I win!
2- I successfully got up at 6:15am (after going to bed at 2:00 last night and 3:30 the night before) to get my children ready to leave by 7:15am. They have "Donuts with Dad" today. Obviously, their own dad couldn't attend, so we asked Grandpa to fill in. AND, as an extra added bonus, my dad came and picked them up so I didn't even have to leave the house, wake up Rohan, etc...
3- This song is FABULOUS!!!! (Apparently she doesn't have an official video for it so just listen to it... and really LISTEN to those lyrics! They are so great! And... a quirk about me... I love what she does with her voice at 4:12... leading up to it she's all quiet and then right at 4:12 listen to how she changes her emotion in her voice. I love it. I've listened to that one part over and over.)
4- I have a large pile of junk that I'm getting rid of and it's getting larger! I've been in a mood and I'm going around my house taking pictures off the wall, clothes out of my closet, knick-knacks off of shelves that just don't serve me anymore. I don't want something that doesn't make me feel great in my house. So, it's going bye bye!
5-Lucky is healthy! He was sick last week and I was worried about him. I think I poisoned him by letting him eat a plum pit without realizing that they are poisonous. He wouldn't eat for days and I thought he was going to die. But... he pulled through and is extra scratchy. My hands, neck and collarbone area are a mess of scratches. But he's so funny. Love that squirrel.
Happy Friday and have a great weekend!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
You Asked...
- I obviously decided to say yes. I had gone home to Idaho and visited with my parents... prayed a lot... and come to my answer. I drove back to Logan and went straight to his apartment. We went to his room, I sat him down, and, looking very serious, leaned over and whispered "yes" in his ear. He bowled me over with a hug and sweet tears. We smiled, we cried, we laughed. His joy and elation were there, just six days later than he imagined.
Looking back on it from this perspective, I see things more clearly. I am grateful for this beautiful moment that I've just experienced, hammering out these thoughts on my keyboard and feeling some portion of my sweetheart's pain. I hear the symphony now and the rightness of how it all unfolded.
- (whew! that was one long answer that went a direction I didn't expect!)
- Carmy said...
Do you remember what your first thought of me was?
Sweet. Gentle. Quiet. Loves my brother.- Thanks for the break, Kristin!
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Maria Hart said... 1. Why is it called "common sense" when does not seem to be common at all?
It's a whimsical and wistful phrase... kind of like fairies. We all wish they existed so they could wave wands and make dreams come true. Just as we all wish common sense was common and existed in every human brain on the planet, creating a world of idiotlessness... but it's really just a wish and a dream when we say, "it's common sense".
2. What super hero or super power would you love to be/have? Why?
I think I would like to be a Spirit Warrior, like the Quileute Indian tribe's histories in New Moon. I like the idea of leaving my body and being able to go back into it at will. I wish I could do that right now. Sometimes I could use a different perspective.
I would also like to have fire come out of the tip of my finger, like Pyro on X-men. Think of how handy I would be when I go camping, or if I had a gas stove?! And I could make quick work of lighting birthday candles! I'd also like to be able to turn invisible. And I'd like to have pre-cognition... spidey-sense. And I'd like to run fast like Dash, but be strong like Mr. Incredible. Then I could just put my kids in the car, put it in neutral and push fast! I'd be the greenest darned car in town! :) Oh... I better stop there. I could go on all night!
Ginny said...what has been your greatest challenge in your life thus far? and how did you deal with it?
This would have to be overcoming that voice inside me that tells me I'm unworthy, not good enough, etc... or my ego, as it has been called. I think this is the "natural man" spoken of in the scriptures. The natural man is an enemy to God and the natural man is who tells me I'm separate, alone, and unworthy of being heard. I could elaborate for pages and pages about this, my greatest challenge... but I've already written too much above. Maybe I'll post my thoughts some other time.
- As far as your other question goes, "how did I deal with it?"... that implies that it was in the past and already dealt with. This is not so. I deal with it every moment. I deal with it in lots of different ways... reading, praying, talking to certain people who encourage me, grinding in new ideas that I'm ok and loved, safe and worthy, good enough and deserving, beautiful and bright. It is a moment by moment battle that I would imagine is a consistent journey rather than a destination. I think it will be ever-present while I am on this earth and it may change and morph and become better, but then some new level of the same challenge will arise as my awareness expands, and as I grow. I am up to the challenge.
- Rachel Chick said...
I have a fabulous question for you . . .
Will you sing with me? :)
I don't care what, just something.
Nels thinks that we should make a band! :) LOL! Your dad could play guitar, Nels could play bass . . . we could make it work!
I think you are so fabulous Clancy! Thanks for being my friend.-
- beth s. said...
If you had to assign gender to salt and pepper how would you do it and why?
Brings back memories of good times...Pepper is female. Salt is male. Pepper is so complicated looking. So many colors swirling around, can't make up it's mind, some bites burn your mouth more than others. Salt is constant. It's always cubical (you know... the fracture line things? Dustin's a geologist, I should ask him what they're called), it's consistently white and you can count on it to always taste the same. I don't know about the men in your life, but that's pretty much Dustin... very consistent.
What do you feel was the most, or one of the most, critcial moments in your life, you know the kind that change the rest of your life and you can trace it back to that very moment?
Saying 'yes' to Dustin. (see above) I can't elaborate a lot cuz this post is long already and I'm tired and want to go to bed... but that really is it. It set me down a path I don't know that I ever would have followed otherwise and it is exactly what I needed to learn some incredible lessons (still learning them)! I will say that after I decided to say yes, I questioned it and doubted all through our engagement. Then, on the day we were getting married (still questioning in my mind), I got my hair and make-up all fixed, and we went to the Salt Lake Temple and were meeting Dustin in the lobby area. He was waiting for me and, as soon as I looked at him, peace settled over me like a blanket. As long as I live, I will never forget that feeling. I knew it was right and I never doubted again.
- Connie said...
Is it too late to ask another question? That's not my question.
No, it's not too late! LOL!
I know you sing and play guitar. Have you ever composed/written anything?
Yes, I have.If so, what type of songs?
Dumb ones. ;) I dunno, it's hard to be objective on your own songs, but they're not very cool. I've only written two. One for an assignment in college which I had to perform for my final. I was sick for a week before that "final". The other is not quite finished... I wrote the lyrics first and I don't think it's as easy to do it that way... oh well. It's just for fun.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
You Can't Help but Love It...
can you? Or at least can't help but smile and tap your foot.
I can't get enough.
I can't get enough.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
No Wonder
No wonder David Cook is the latest American Idol Winner! I thought this performance was amazing!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My Favorite Hymn by American Idol?
I totally stole this from my new friend Barb's blog. I LOVED it though. Not the best video footage, but the sound is fairly clear if not quality. I really like David Archuleta. He's such a doll. This song he's singing is my absolute favorite hymn. According to BarbT's blog, David Archuleta volunteered his time to sing at a fireside for a group of troubled teens. Check it out if you so desire.
I was watching this on YouTube's actual site and went to the sidebar and read this email from the accompanist... very cool.
The following letter is from Richard - who is playing the piano in the background!
____ Hey there, I just wanted to pass on a cool experience I had last night. Yesterday I got a phone call at about 3:18 pm from the Archuleta's. I was asked if I would be available to play for David for a fireside that he was speaking in the next couple of hours. Brett Hales, a friend of the Archuleta's, was asked to speak on trials and how to overcome them. Brett has M.S. and was on a feeding tube less than six months ago and could have been counting his final days, but miraculously now is up and about and doing pretty darn good. He decided to bring David along to share. So, I cancelled everything from my busy Sunday evening, loaded up the kids, and went to this fireside, which was held at a school for troubled youth. It is a 10 month in-house program that helps these kids 'right the ship'. What was interesting about all of this: most of them had never seen David sing because they don't watch T.V. there. This was their first experience of hearing him. David sang "Angels" and "Be Still My Soul" and did an incredible job of telling of his experience on American Idol. I was fortunate to accompany David on both songs. The piano that they had there was not amazing, but it worked out. Be Still My Soul is an arrangement that I did for David a while back. I have included a link for you to listen to this performance. When he sang it, you could just feel the Spirit come over the room. The directors of the school were in tears, because they said these kids don't feel this way very often. It is hard for them to feel the Spirit or recognize it because of their current state and their attitudes. But, it was more than evident that they did. You could see it in their eyes and I can only pray that they find the desire to have it in their lives even more. David was also so good to stay and talk to everyone who wanted to. He signed autographs, took pictures, and just gave words of encouragement for almost an hour and a half. It was so awesome to see his willingness to share. Anyhow, Enjoy! Richard
I was watching this on YouTube's actual site and went to the sidebar and read this email from the accompanist... very cool.
The following letter is from Richard - who is playing the piano in the background!
____ Hey there, I just wanted to pass on a cool experience I had last night. Yesterday I got a phone call at about 3:18 pm from the Archuleta's. I was asked if I would be available to play for David for a fireside that he was speaking in the next couple of hours. Brett Hales, a friend of the Archuleta's, was asked to speak on trials and how to overcome them. Brett has M.S. and was on a feeding tube less than six months ago and could have been counting his final days, but miraculously now is up and about and doing pretty darn good. He decided to bring David along to share. So, I cancelled everything from my busy Sunday evening, loaded up the kids, and went to this fireside, which was held at a school for troubled youth. It is a 10 month in-house program that helps these kids 'right the ship'. What was interesting about all of this: most of them had never seen David sing because they don't watch T.V. there. This was their first experience of hearing him. David sang "Angels" and "Be Still My Soul" and did an incredible job of telling of his experience on American Idol. I was fortunate to accompany David on both songs. The piano that they had there was not amazing, but it worked out. Be Still My Soul is an arrangement that I did for David a while back. I have included a link for you to listen to this performance. When he sang it, you could just feel the Spirit come over the room. The directors of the school were in tears, because they said these kids don't feel this way very often. It is hard for them to feel the Spirit or recognize it because of their current state and their attitudes. But, it was more than evident that they did. You could see it in their eyes and I can only pray that they find the desire to have it in their lives even more. David was also so good to stay and talk to everyone who wanted to. He signed autographs, took pictures, and just gave words of encouragement for almost an hour and a half. It was so awesome to see his willingness to share. Anyhow, Enjoy! Richard
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1. how tall are you?
I'm 5'6".
2. What song makes you the happiest?
There's so many... music makes me happy. Right now it's I'm Yours and Lucky by Jason Mraz. Another that I can always count on is Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap. Classic.
3. What is your favorite color?
Blue... this color, specifically (the pendant, not the webpage)
4. What is your least favorite food?
I'm a fairly adventurous eater... I am not sure if it's my LEAST favorite, but I don't like chicken. Weird, I know. It was a pregnancy-induced thing.
5. What was your first date with your husband like?
I'm rackin' my brain, but we never really went on a "date", I don't think. We sort of started hanging out with a bunch of people together. We all went rollerblading. I thought he was cute and AWESOME on his blades, and he thought I had a cute butt. I guess after hanging out a few times in a group we did go out alone together and you could consider that a "date". He showed up (unexpected) at my house, IN MY ROOM at about 8:00 am on a morning we didn't have school. I was in bed still! I was freaking out telling him to go away and he was bouncing off the walls saying stuff like, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!! Get up, get dressed! Let's go DOOOO something!!!!" I thought he was nuts, but I got up and got dressed and we went on a neat hike. It was in some weird place with giant trees on the west-side of Cache Valley. There were little tiny baby worms hanging from silk thread ALL over the trees. There were literally thousands and thousands of them. Dustin thought that was really cool. I thought it was creepy. I think we got some food after... breakfast or lunch? I don't really remember as I didn't feel like it was an official "date". Weird that I've never thought of our lack of a first date before...
What is your favorite breakfast food?
I love crepes with whipped butter and ligonberries. But I FEEL the best when I eat scrambled eggs on wheat toast. But I most often eat cereal... bran flakes or Frosted Mini Wheats.
If you had to run or walk which would you do?
I guess that depends on where I'm going! If I'm playing ultimate frisbee, I'm running. If I'm at the grocery store, I'm walking! ;) Hee hee. Are you talking for exercise? I would much prefer to run. I was a runner for a month or two in the summer and I was AMAZED to find that I absolutely loved it. Then I got sick and never got back to it... then my husband left town so I can't go unless I take the kids with me somehow.
I'll take some questions off a game called "crazy quandries" that I have at home:
I would rather always lose. I can't stand when there's playin' going on without me, and I'm competitive enough that I would figure out a way to win or die trying.
Would you rather take ten kindergarteners to the zoo, or take ten teens to a night club?
Hands DOWN I'd be takin' ten teens to a nightclub, and I'd be dancing with them!
Would you rather grow cat fur for facial hair every night, or have horrible chronic dog breath?
LOL! I've thought about this specific question long and hard for two days now... and I think I'd take the cat fur. I could have laser hair removal done. Although I am allergic to cats, so do you think I'd be allergic to myself? If that's the case then I'm going for the dog breath. I would kill myself if I had to walk around all day everyday being allergic to my own face... eyes always itching, always sneezing. Dog breath is better than death by my own hand, don't you think? Would you still be my friend if I had chronic dog breath? (I guess since we are blogging friends and you don't often *or ever* get the chance to speak to me, that's probably an affirmative, right?)
How did Dustin Propose??
We had gone roller-skating with our family home evening group. It was super fun... roller-limbo is burned into my memory. We had such a good time. I can't remember if we went and got dinner, but later we were just driving around and we went up on a mountain that overlooked Logan. It was super windy and cold (it was February 2... that's right, Groundhog Day!) and we sat in the car talking.
Dustin suddenly said, "You wanna get out for a minute?" I thought, "No freakin' way! It's freezing out there!" but I said, "Sure." We got out and walked around for a minute and he grabbed my shoulders, turned me around to face him and he said lots of sweet things to me that I will keep to myself. Then he pulled out a velvety little box, opened it, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I knew it was coming... not a real conscious thing until moments before, but I knew. When he asked, it almost felt like my life flashing before my eyes... very surreal. I remember thinking that I would remember this moment for the rest of my life... and how weird it was that this was happening to me. I was so young, although I didn't know I was young at the time, but I did know I didn't feel ready for that moment. And so, I said as much. I asked him if it would be ok if I said I don't know. He said, "I knew you would say that."
I waited six days to give him an answer. I don't think I've ever realized until this moment, typing this story, how that must have pained him. I knew it did, don't get me wrong, but just how difficult that must have been for him... the extent is just hitting me now.
I imagine that he hoped for that night to end very different than it did. He hoped to go home on cloud nine, engaged to his sweetheart. He hoped to go tell his friends and family that he was getting married. Instead, his night ended in torment wondering what my answer would be, and when it would come. He probably doubted himself and beat himself up while I was wrapped up in my own world trying to figure out if this was the right thing for me to do.
I didn't know how to decide and I was, quite frankly, scared. I don't remember anything about those six days except what went on in my mind. I don't remember if I was with Dustin at all during that week. I remember trying the ring on (he told me to hold on to it) and wearing it here and there, trying to imagine myself as engaged and married. I had some reconciling to do in my mind about someone that I had dated with whom things never officially ended (he went on a mission for our church and was still gone). I had a lot of other thoughts and prayers... it was not an easy time for me either. The whole week was surreal.