IT'S HERE!!!!!
It's here it's here it's here!!! I have been waiting for this video for a while. I think it was definitely worth the wait. This is Mindy Gledhill's Whole Wide World, and personally, it means you can do WHATEVER you want. No such thing as limits. WOOT!
Whole Wide World
I'm gonna walk a hundred miles
I'm gonna whistle all the while
If that's what it takes to make me smile
I'm gonna walk a hundred miles
I'm gonna run right up this hill
Summer sky or winter chill
If i gotta take a break I will
But I'm gonna run right up this hill
I wanna hold the whole wide world
Right here in my open hands
Maybe I'm just a little girl
A little girl with great big plans
I'm gonna go and take a chance
I'm gonna learn to ballet dance
Learn a little something 'bout romance
I'm gonna go and take a chance
I'm gonna live a crazy dream
Impossible as it may seem
Doesn't matter what the future brings
I'm gonna live a crazy dream
Chorus
You tell me, "don't try it"
I'm warning you that I won't buy it
All failure is fleeting
I trust it always has its meaning
Chorus
Most (if not all) of the video was filmed here in Utah. ENJOY!
March 18, 2011
March 15, 2011
The Wealthy Widow
OK, things are getting better. My kitchen is FINALLY finished (Hallelujah!), and we just have to finish the rest of my living room. Oh goodness... but school is calming down, and homework is better. My social life is now semi-existent, and I'm not as mad at The Big Kahuna for the final college decision as I was. I have changed alot this year. My hair is growing out, and I started wearing make-up. Yes! Me! I guess I look OK, but Mama Bear has had to help a lot. Otherwise, I might look a little desperate (ha ha). Also, I finally got a cell phone. Who knew these things could be so much fun?
I have been paying much attention to Celtic Woman, and let me tell ya! I love their voices, and after watching an interview with each girl (as well as the director, David Downes), I have a new respect and perceptive on this whole singing thing. There is not a chance I could make it with these ladies. NOT. A. CHANCE.
And now, the Wealthy Widow.
I have been paying much attention to Celtic Woman, and let me tell ya! I love their voices, and after watching an interview with each girl (as well as the director, David Downes), I have a new respect and perceptive on this whole singing thing. There is not a chance I could make it with these ladies. NOT. A. CHANCE.
And now, the Wealthy Widow.
| English Translation: | |
| Curfá: | Chorus: |
| 'Sí do mhaimeo í, 'sí do mhaimeo í | She's your granny, she's your granny |
| 'Sí do mhaimeo í cailleach an airgid | She's your granny, the hag with the money |
| 'Sí do mhaimeo í ó Bhail' Iorrais Mhóir í | She's your granny from the town of Iorrais Mór |
| 'S chuir-feadh sí cóistí 'r bhóithre Chois Fharraige | And she would put coaches on the roads of Cois Farraige |
| 'bhFeicfeása 'n "steam" 'ga'l siar Tóin Uí Loing' | If you'd see the steam boat going past Tóin Uí Loing' |
| 'S na rothaí gh'l timpeall siar óna ceathrúnaí | And the wheels turning speedily at her flanks |
| Caithfeadh sí'n stiúir naoi n-uair'ar a cúl | She'd scatter the store nine times to the rear |
| 'S ní choinneodh sí siúl le cailleach an airgid | But she never keeps pace with the hag with the money |
| (Curfá) | (Chorus) |
| 'Measann tú 'bpósfa, 'measann tú 'bpósfa | Do you reckon he'd marry, do you reckon he'd marry |
| 'Measann tú 'bpósfa beirt ar an mbaile seo? | Do you reckon he'd marry by two in the village? |
| Tá 's a'm nach 'bpósfa, tá 's a'm nach 'bpósfa | I know he'll not marry, I know he'll not marry |
| Mar tá sé ró-óg 'gus dólfadh sé'n t-airgead | Because he's too young and he'll drink the money |
| (Curfá) | (Chorus) |
| 'S gairid go 'bpósfa, 's gairid go 'bpósfa | We'll soon have a wedding, we'll soon have a wedding |
| 'S gairid go 'bpósfa beirt ar an mbaile seo | We'll soon have a wedding by two in the village |
| 'S gairid go 'bpósfa, 's gairid go 'bpósfa | We'll soon have a wedding, we'll soon have a wedding |
| Séan Shéamais Mhóir agus Máire Ní Chathasaigh | Between Séan Séamais Mór and Máire Ní Chathasaigh |
| (2x) | (2x) |
March 9, 2011
Mr. T
All right, not much has been happening. School is almost out, and I am so excited to be graduating. It is about time.... really. I love school, but at the same time, I'm done. I'm not sure what I'm going to blog about, so this will go all over the place... probably.
Recently, I've been peeved about germs. I don't know if it's because it's the 'flu season', or if it's just a phase (yes, I have been through one of those before). But I've noticed how often I wash my hands. About a year ago, I started working at a local animal clinic, and was cleaning. Blah. Cleaning, like I didn't do enough of that at home. But a job was a job, and I had the opportunity to move up and do something I actually wanted to do, so I took it. I have been given a few more liberties because of that job, and literally thank God every day for this job. Sometimes it's stressful, coming home at 10 (10!) PM, and everyone is in bed. My bedtime is 9, so it was not strange, but a little... hurtful. Nobody waited for me. And after a certain experience a little more than a year ago, I had a hard time falling asleep if somebody else wasn't there. So I took to sleeping downstairs in my brother's bedroom (also, construction is going on upstairs).
My brother, Mr. T, is roughly two years younger than I am. We all get a long fairly well (there are three boys, and one girl-Me), and with him, my relationship was just...different. And again, each relationship with each brother and/or every family member is different. He was a more...philosophical brother. And a realist. You couldn't give him a situation, even in joking, where he didn't pull it apart. "Well, technically you can't do that because..." or "That's impossible. That defies every natural law." I am usually a calm person, but it just bothered me so much, and I would just turn around and say, "Mr. T.... IT'S JUST A JOKE." But he had a twisted sense of humor.
But he would come to me looking for advice. ME. ADVICE. What could I do? I was good at listening, and fancied myself well at keeping secrets: I never told anyone a secret, unless I knew it was okay. Even then, I knew there were some things that you just did NOT talk about unless it was one on one with that person and their secret. So he talked. He told me memories I didn't remember, and he had a perspective that was just different. I loved him for it.
He also got deep into our religion (LDS). We always came home from church on Sundays, and over dinner, discussed things about church. Then he would bring up topics that NO ONE understood what he was talking about. We would just sit there with our mouths agape (yes, agape) until he finished. "What did you say?" He would turn to his food, slightly blushing and say, "sorry. It was just brought up in Sunday School today." Amazing. He's a genius, but not always street smart. Mind you, he was born a blond.
So here I am, babbling about my baby brother, and I'm sure you don't care. That's OK. What did I expect from the world wide web?
Recently, I've been peeved about germs. I don't know if it's because it's the 'flu season', or if it's just a phase (yes, I have been through one of those before). But I've noticed how often I wash my hands. About a year ago, I started working at a local animal clinic, and was cleaning. Blah. Cleaning, like I didn't do enough of that at home. But a job was a job, and I had the opportunity to move up and do something I actually wanted to do, so I took it. I have been given a few more liberties because of that job, and literally thank God every day for this job. Sometimes it's stressful, coming home at 10 (10!) PM, and everyone is in bed. My bedtime is 9, so it was not strange, but a little... hurtful. Nobody waited for me. And after a certain experience a little more than a year ago, I had a hard time falling asleep if somebody else wasn't there. So I took to sleeping downstairs in my brother's bedroom (also, construction is going on upstairs).
My brother, Mr. T, is roughly two years younger than I am. We all get a long fairly well (there are three boys, and one girl-Me), and with him, my relationship was just...different. And again, each relationship with each brother and/or every family member is different. He was a more...philosophical brother. And a realist. You couldn't give him a situation, even in joking, where he didn't pull it apart. "Well, technically you can't do that because..." or "That's impossible. That defies every natural law." I am usually a calm person, but it just bothered me so much, and I would just turn around and say, "Mr. T.... IT'S JUST A JOKE." But he had a twisted sense of humor.
But he would come to me looking for advice. ME. ADVICE. What could I do? I was good at listening, and fancied myself well at keeping secrets: I never told anyone a secret, unless I knew it was okay. Even then, I knew there were some things that you just did NOT talk about unless it was one on one with that person and their secret. So he talked. He told me memories I didn't remember, and he had a perspective that was just different. I loved him for it.
He also got deep into our religion (LDS). We always came home from church on Sundays, and over dinner, discussed things about church. Then he would bring up topics that NO ONE understood what he was talking about. We would just sit there with our mouths agape (yes, agape) until he finished. "What did you say?" He would turn to his food, slightly blushing and say, "sorry. It was just brought up in Sunday School today." Amazing. He's a genius, but not always street smart. Mind you, he was born a blond.
So here I am, babbling about my baby brother, and I'm sure you don't care. That's OK. What did I expect from the world wide web?
March 2, 2011
Ting Tings
OK, seriously? Personally, that's a pretty dumb name. I have looked up the bio, and supposedly, it is based on the noise the cymbal makes... whatever. They're good (for the most part), and I like 'em, but the name... ugh...
So here is: "That's Not My Name"
This is not the original music video, however, the band redid it, and I like this one better... sorry about the swearing...
That's Not My Name"
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name (ame, ame, ame)
[Chorus:]
They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'quiet'
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they threw me the ball
I'm the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time at night
Lock myself away
Listen to me, I'm not
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
[Chorus]
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
[continues with chorus overlapping]
So here is: "That's Not My Name"
This is not the original music video, however, the band redid it, and I like this one better... sorry about the swearing...
That's Not My Name"
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name (ame, ame, ame)
[Chorus:]
They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'quiet'
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they threw me the ball
I'm the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time at night
Lock myself away
Listen to me, I'm not
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
[Chorus]
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
[continues with chorus overlapping]
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