Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think
Hunter-Magoo!
Happy Birthday, handsome boy.
Early yesterday morning, the first cold, wet, dark morning of the fall, leaning against the elevator door too ealry on a Saturday morning – didn’t you remind me what a gift you are when you ran and jumped up to hug and kiss me and say “Happy Birthday, Nonna!!” ? Oh, yes, you did. LOVE you, birthday boy!
Casa Bonita tonight? YES!
Cover-Alls
My dad was a country boy in Misourri, growing up in the 1940s ,who had to wear cover-alls too school. He hated it. And remains a very snazzy dresser to this day. This post is not about those little bibbed britches, actually. But rather, song covers.
Song covers.
That term can make a lot of people cringe with horror like fingernails on a blackboard. And usually, whenever some one “covers,” a song, or sings something that once “belonged” rightfully to another artist, I tend to think, “Why? Why are you doing that?” It was already an amazing song, done amazingly by some amazing artist I love {and am amazed by, it would seem}.
But honestly? There are great covers out there and the best, I think, are done well because the bands re-recording a tune respects the song so much and loves it for what was originally done with it – that they are able to communicate it really well. I actually want to BE a cover band, for my next job. **big, goofy, smile**
I still really adore Mariah Carey’s version of the Jackson Five’s, “I’ll Be There.” Just the other day, Blake (“Some Beach) Shelton released his cover of Kenny Loggin’s 1980s version of “Footloose,” and it is a respectful, countrified, get-up-and-dance version. I like it. The video is mostly fun, but a little too much dirty-dancing for me to post it here (this is a family blog, people), but the song is good. Great cover.
“Close to You,” by the Carpenters is simply classic and part of the soundtrack of my very life, almost too precious to communicate. Great (Bacharach) tune that it is, it has been covered a gazillion-million times and though I usually, absolutely dismiss any attempts at the re-do, there are a few artists who have given me such an interesting rendition, that I have come to appreciate why anyone ever attempts it at all. It is just a great song. And the live Barbara Streisand and Burt-the-Bacharach-himself version in 1971 are an interesting watch. And I must admit truly loving Mario Biondi’s raspy, deep, jazzy version. It is well interpreted. He knows why, ya know? And he respects the song.
Boondocks.
Though I was city born and raised (if Des Moines can be considered a real “city”), my heart that craves the “Boondocks,” which was a grand hit for Little Big Town a few years back. Felt like listening to it the other day and found out that this band that feeds my country-boondocks-slightly-bluegrass periodic-craving has done a bunch of great covers. They’ve done their original stuff with harmonies I love to get lost in, harmonies that harken back to the likes of the Starlight Vocal Band (“Afternoon Delight”) and so many family sing-a-longs in my youth. They are not hacks. They’ve earned the right to cover songs they love. And here is my favorite find!
I’d love to be introduced to more great covers, espcially of 1970s songs. Anyone??
The doctor is IN. 5-cents, please!
Lucy. Is interesting. I may or may not wholly relate to her.
Pretty bossy. Kinda crabby. Slightly cynical. Always threatening to slug somebody. The take-charge veneer, I suspect, is a shroud to hide her vulnerability.
But her rates for psychiatric services were very reasonable.
“Have some respect for your director!”
Life is for Learning
“What [a person] knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is not the knowledge of formulas or forms of words, but of people, places, actions—a knowledge gained by touch, sight, sound, victories, failures, sleeplessness, devotion, love—the human experiences and emotions of this earth and of oneself and of other men.”
~ Adlai Stevenson, two-time Democratic nominee for President of the United States
This was in my inbox this morning. Thanks, John Maxwell.
You want justice? Judge Jeanie!
I love Judge Judy.
I know that is horrible to admit, but I actually think a lot of the people she yells at need to be yelled at. I am pretty mean underneath it all.
She has said:
Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.
and
Don’t spit on my cupcake and tell me it’s icing.
That is an awesome phrasal template. I think you should help me come up with some more of those and we can send them to Judge Judy and maybe she can use them. Or maybe she will tell us to butt out – in the way only she can.
TRY IT ::
Frame a phrasal template :: Don’t _________________ and tell me it’s _________________.
Go!
My sheep know My voice
They just have trouble hearing it and distinguishing it due to all the other voices screaming to be heard.
The new fall TV line-up* *reruns *DVRed shows *on-demand *email *Facebook *Twitter *Pinterest *blogs *websites *the world-wide-web *talk radio *music radio *iPod *iPhone *telephone *text messages *toolbars *websearches *Yahoo! news *talking heads *the guy in the next cubicle *YouTube *GoogleChrome *Google search *GoogleDocs *GoogleVoice *GoogleTalk *Netflix *Qwickster (Qwikster?) *technology *the hottest emerging technology trends *The Cloud *mobility *mobile applications *IT *adware *autoresponder *bookmark *banner ad *emoticon *firewall *navigation bar *Ping *spam *Wikipedia *QR codes *GPS and those annoying, bossy voices *4-G *video-conferencing * *friends *relations *neighbors *co-workers *bosses *store clerks *salesmen *telemarketers *help desk *help desk and no one speaks English *commercial *catalogs *magazines *Christmas lists *contests *couponing *extreme couponing *newspapers *volunteers needed *ministry to be done *projects to complete *problems to solve *weight to lose *food to cook *laundry to wash *toilets to scrub *gardens to tend *children to raise *merchandise to buy *creativity to develop *the latest things to not only discover, but be the first to do so on our blocks *work to get to *work to stay late *mail to go through – but that may end soon with the PO in the shape its’ in… & etc…
Not to mention the voices in your head, people you think are talking about you and people who really are. Shall get get together for coffee – just to talk? Let’s schedule that now, shall we?
Disconnect (from Thesaurus.com)
break it off, break it up, cut off, detach, disassociate, disengage, disjoin, dissever, dissociate, disunite, divide, drop it, part, separate, sever, sideline, uncouple, unfix
Breaking up is {too-too-too} Hard to Do.
I found Twitter in the Bible. I am not saying it means anything. I just found it. That’s all.
Psalm 102:3a The Message
I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” -Jesus, in Matthew 11
Happy Birthday, Rocky
How old are you now?
TWENTY-seven??? What? How did this happen?
I seriously had to think about that.
O, Bo. Your mama loves you like crazy. I cannot remember a day since you have been born that I didn’t think I had the most wonderful-cool-cutie patootie-hilarious-intense-zany-fierce-cuddly-strong willed-good smelling-pretty boy-handsome-loud and lovable-wry-talented-accomplished boy in the world. Since you got mobile, before you could even walk, you have been bouncing off walls, and hitting your head on the ceiling. You are made for things wild and high and free and the best is yet to be, son-‘o-mine. You’re still at the starting line with a vast, open-space kind of future ahead. Being contained is a travesty towards your very soul, for that is not how the LORD knitted you together. And I am loving watching Him coax you back into the holy wild. Watch out, world!
So here is my birthday card for you.
I started doing these photo things this year as a way to think about each of you, really ponder, really put into words what I SEE in each of you. And I pray about them. And I ask God to give me deep insights and show me what He sees, too. They come from simple mommy-love and they come from deep places of intercession and Holy-Spirit-insight. So much better than a Hallmark, I am telling you.
So, I hope when you read this you will open up your heart to RECEIVE it, too, to understand that it is a gift of words. But not just words – it is a gift of seeing you, understanding you, proclaiming over your life, and presenting who you are, from my perspective, to the world. It isn’t everything about you (though even I could go on and on), but it is a part, just as all my “birthday cards” for my loves have been this year. It’s a part, seen by the mommy who birthed you and loves you more intensely than she ever dreamed possible. From the depths of my heart to the feeble words I use to explain that, I hope you will accept this and know how very proud I am of you, you ornery little booger.
Images :: www.lilacphotography.com Words :: the mom
Yes, I used some Ellie-images again. I couldn’t decide between the serious side of Rocky (intense, sincere, tough, rock-n-roll) and the silly side (harassing and teasing, aggravating and delighting), so I did both. And I could have kept going.
Love ya, Bubba. Happy Birthday
The Scene of the Crime
First I invited people over for dinner when I totally have a WWM Board Meeting tonight.
Dang. The menu was pretty good, too:
Pomegranite-Basil Pork Loin, a gluten-free Rice Penne (only because some one bought it and it was in the pantry, I love gluten myself) tossed in a garlic, extra-virgin-olive-oil with my very own garlic and basil roasted tomatoes – all carmelized and sweet, but tangy, too. Mmmmmmm! Corn in garlic sauce, of course, and a beautiful Insalata Caprese – with fresh tomatoes from my garden, naturally, and maybe some of the sweetest balsamic ever.
However, though my guests and Dave still get to eat it, I must go to my important meeting.
I shower.
I prepare dinner (I hardly ever cook, btw – let’s just keep honest here!), I reach into the fridge and kaboom! I dropped this like a bomb.
WHO PUT THAT THERE??? {me}
And even though it was only about a quarter-full, that darn Lousiana Hot Sauce went as far as 18 feet into my carpeted family room, hit every cabinet and counter, totally splayed on the white appliances – all of them! It somehow went around the corner into the laundry 6 feet. It is high and low and everywhere! Plus it machine-gunned my ankle and cut my hand and may I just say – hot sauce in a cut is no buneno!!???!
I fear for everyone’s safety tonight as I cannot seem to get all the glass. More just keeps showing up???? Vacuum, sweep, mop, scrub, vacuum, mop, sweep, scrub, dry the floor, more scrubbing, a light mop another vacuum and still with the clanking glass on my shoes and in the vacuum.
I also discovered in my 2nd shower that hot sauce stains your skin. Uh-huh.
If anyone at the board meeting says they are craving buffalo wings for some unknown reason, I am coming home.
{this is going to seriously impact my crime-show watching…now when a defense attorney says there just isn’t enough blood evidence to convict, I may have to side with them – and that is just not me :: I’m a prosecutor by nature}
Deliver us from evil
The LORD’S Prayer.
Deliver
*to set free *to release *to save from *to emancipate *to loose *to redeem-release-save *unshackle *unimprison *acquit *liberate *to cry out h e l p….and be rescued
Evil
*sin *immorality *damnable *vicious *vile *unpleasant *offensive *loathsome *hateful *harmful *malicious *destructive *injury *tragedy *blow *to inflict destruction
One scripture translation says, “Deliver me from temptation to do evil.”
“When tempted, no one should say, ‘God is tempting me.’ For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed” (James 1:13-14).
So when I get to the part, Deliver us from evil, I am praying ::
O God, deliver me, help me. Rescue me from my own evil desires – the passions and opinions and entitlements that make me strive for self, that feed my flesh. Deliver me from offensiveness, from causing injury (both when I know I am and when I don’t even foresee what my words or actions might do to another heart). Set me free from malicious thoughts and injurious stances; release me from hatefulness and viciousness in the name of “my rights ” or my {superior religious} upbringing or any part of the shifting sand I too often build things on. Unshackle me from my own self-imposed darkness, from fear and baseless insecurities, from placing burdensome expectations on others for my own gain. Save me from me, from my endless pride, and the deep rooted bitterness; from covetousness and jealousy and fear of loss and from being so blessed I cannot empathize with others. And for being ungrateful when You have blessed me beyond what I deserve. Loosen me from my dependence on my gifts or talents that make me go halfway around the world before I ever realize I am absolutely lost without You. Help me, save me. Save me from my own evil desires, from being dragged away by them. Interrupt sin in my life. Towards me, or by me. Save me. Deliver me from evil…





