God, save the Queen. And don’t make me have to shop too much.
**see {cute} scowl below
I know you didn’t know my precious grandbebes were in the car, not that I think you really would have cared, anyway. I am pretty sure you are just so important you just couldn’t wait for the 4 or 5 cars behind me and felt you could get past me quickly enough (I don’t think your car is as fast as you thought, though), and even though I was angered and deeply appalled at your lack of forethought and the utter stupidity of your reckless driving-shenanigans and absolute carelessness about my life, the lives of my granddaughters and maybe even people in the next few cars behind me ~ still I thought I should mention ~ the message you sent me? Those three pestilent , puss-sucking birds I saw and maybe the ones I didn’t? The curses you so glibly sent my direction despite absolutely no provocation on my part? Just wanted to let you know:
Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow,
an undeserved curse will not land on its intended victim.
Pr. 26.2
So, thanks, but no thanks.
Curses, like young chickens, will always go home to roost. Just wanted to give you a heads up – watch for birds flying overhead.
One boy. One chance to get the right woman. So many {{sooooo many}} volunteers for the position. Haha. But he looked around and saw Jovan, his “friend.” And he is a smart kid. He knew a good woman when he saw her. And he chose well. And we are so proud of him for loving her and marrying her. And we are so grateful she loves him back with such zeal and dedicated fervor. Together, they are creating one of the most beautiful families you will ever see. Rocky + Jovan = Averi (3) and Amelie Belle (1 1/2) for now…but sweet d-i-l promises me there will be more.
Jovan comes from 2 gorgeous parents (both with amazing hair and over-the-top good looks). Italians from New York. And 2 gorgeous sisters. She comes from fervent Jesus followers and prayer warriors. She comes from good people. And she is proof to us that God loves us. He blessed us so.
Jovan sometimes models for www.maydae.com
Happy-happy-happy Birthday, Jovanie. On an All Hallow’d Eve’ so long ago, a day usually draped in black and night, a light was born. Twenty-five years ago today, to be exact, a reflector of the love of Jesus Christ was born and the world can never again be as dark as it once was. Shine on, sweet girl, godly woman, and gift-of-a-daughter you are.
I love you, girl! I hope you will sense how much in the words on this “card.” You have to look closely, but it is full of hope and love just for you! (click to see larger)
“Close to You” was my first Carpenter song ever, one of the greatest songs of all time. “Good-Bye to Love” was my favorite song when I was eleven. With the possible exception of “Top of the World,” which was “re-written” for church-singing (and I sang with Jayne and JJ Dixon in Cedar Rapids and later with Cheryl Bardwell in Robert, Lousiana I do believe), I love almost every song they have ever done like crazy. I just think I over-heard/sang “Top of the…” too many times and Karen’s mournful, deep heart stuff is her true genius.
Just sayin’.
Um…should they have put this article about “Is He Dead” next to the funeral notices? Dave just asked me…O, my…think I better point it out.
I wrote to dailypost@localcolormag.com and just suggested that perhaps moving the article about the play to a different location in their magazine might be a better idea?
Their response, in full:
We don’ t have many options.
The Daily Post and
Local Color magazine
Write well – Do good
A wine bottle corked.
The river dammed.
The door closed.
The singer silenced.
A balloon tied in place.
The song unsung.
The letter unread.
The adventurer shut in.
Memories boxed up.
A mess contained.
The words deleted.
The music faded.
Feelings repressed.
Appetite curbed.
Senses restrained.
Passion censured.
On the sidelines, unchosen.
No secrets shared.
No hands are held.
Like a writer with no pen…
So does love, unanswered, unreceived crush the soul.
But love anyway. Love conquers all.
I wrote this sometime ago and am no poet, so I let it sit. Thought maybe I’d try to polish it up and make it flow better, or use better imagery, even though these things make sense to me. But today, when I re-read it and got to the end, I remembered a song I once heard Martina McBride sing on American Idol, the only time I’ve ever actually heard it. And it seems like it belongs here. All is not lost. All is not futile. And especially for “C” today, when so many things feel so heavy and your heart feels like it cannot hold another hurt, hang in there, sweet friend. Love anyway.
*Dear Mama (who taught me to always sing anyway)-I did not cuss. This is like a dam in a river. xxoo
They were not done revealing their zenith, had barely begun to undress. Tsk. Pauvres bébés.
You can see the strees down the fenceline, still almost fully leafed, and my little raindrop tree is bowing low, as are the Christmas lights strung across the patio for ambiance – hanging very low, indeed! The grill looks like it has perhaps 3″ on top? They have threatened 6″…we shall see…
An Aspen in the backyard that is 12 feet away is practically hanging in the kitchen window today. Well, excuse me.
Heavy wet snow on leafy branches = no bueno
Joyeux anniversaire à un ami très long-temps. Vous apportez beaucoup de souvenirs heureux remontant au moins à 36 ou 37 années …. qui était, vous le savez, le jour de votre naissance! Bénédictions, ma fille!
Tristan (world’s greatest drummer) recently went in to the recording studio with his friend, Sean Blancherd, and some other guys and here is what I know from the website:
The Thought Process:
Sean Blanchard – Bass
Tristan Kelley – Drums
Brer Rabbit – Vox
Special Guest:
Jon Wirtz – Keys
The Thought Process started as just that, a thought that bassist Sean Blanchard has had over the past few years while playing and touring with some other amazing artists. “What would it sound like if certain styles of music were mixed over the bass grooves that were filling up my computer?” The two styles that kept coming into play, hip hop and jazz. Thus, The Thought Process was born.
Groove oriented story telling, melodies, in the pocket drum and bass, with an intellectual vocal vibe.credits
released 25 October 2011
I am so {obviously} not the hip-hop demographic, but I wholly love good lyric and jazz just folds me in, melts me a little.
One of my all-time favorite songs, “A Million Stars” is going to be such a blessing to you!! It is to me.
There are 4 performances scheduled in Oct. and Nov. Opening night is Friday! So cultured, aren’t we? ;) http://www.prairieplayhouse.com/productions/ishedead Hope to see you there (The Brighton Armory).
I love the arts. I love my {talented} family and God has surrounded me with light and color and melody and song. The hills are alive with the sound of music….
