I have found a new love! A couple years back, I was in jr. high, and they needed someone to play bass in our little orchestra. I volunteered, which opened many a-door for me. Like jazz band. one of the requirements for THIS class was that we listened to approximately ten hours of jazz. Well, at that point in time, I was not too interested in jazz, but it grew, and that love has stuck with me. So when I was recently directed in a new 'jazzer's way, I said, okay!
So today, I present to you: Meaghan Smith. I think she is absolutely beautiful, and has quite a unique singing voice-but beautiful all the same!!! Her animated bio is quite different from any other singer/songwriter's I've experienced. Jump on over and check it out! But here is a song off of her Cricket's Orchestra album, which is simply divine! I love it all! Enjoy!!
this stupid heart
this foolish thing
failed me from the start
and keeps malfunctioning
always dropping beats
and falling fast
until it bleeds me dry at last
tell me your king's horses
and all your king's men
what's the use in fixing
what will only break again?
heartbroken
heartbroken
what's the us in fixing
what will kill me in the end?
put me back together
I'm still heartbroken
well i fixed it up
with safety pins
but you stole the key
and broke right in
you cut my strings
and you hung me high
well i cross this heart
and hope to die
tell me if you love me
tell me if you can
what's the use in fixing
what will only break again?
heartbroken
heartbroken
what's the use in fixing
what will kill me in the end?
put me back together
I'm still heartbroken
heartbroken
what a bitter end
I was on the mend
but here I am again
heartbroken
heartbroken
what's the use in fixing
what will kill me in the end?
put me back together
I'm still heartbroken...
June 21, 2011
June 16, 2011
Walking With Him
*NOTE*: This post expresses the view of the writer ALONE, and not Blogger.com, or associates or affiliates of Blogger.com.
She sat by the pool, looking at her twisted reflection. There was something that looked similar to mud spattered across her pure white robe, and her hair was rather frumpy. Even her complexion looked pale. Tears streamed down her face. A hand reached down and touched her shoulder. She curled up, putting her back squarely to Him.
"Don't touch me." She said, although it wasn't harsh. It was almost protective. "I can't have you do this for me. It should be mine, and mine alone to carry." The hand now rested on her shoulder, and the person knelt down next to her. She would not look at him.
"Please." She whispered through her tears. There was a sigh from the man, but he stayed put. He placed both hands on her shoulders, and she stood. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and began to lead her on the beaten path that lead around the pool. Still, she cried.
"I cannot ask this of you." She whispered. He shook his head: You don't have to. "But, you'll--" He nodded sadly.
"I'm sorry. This isn't who I am, I promise. I don't know how I got dragged into this. This isn't..." her voice trailed off. "Forgive me. I can't believe that I could, that I would, do such a thing. I swear to you, I can't do it. It feels awful, and I know I'm not doing what I'm supposed to, but it's like... like I can't stop. Only when it's been said and done can I see the things that I've done, the damage that's been dealt. Please," her voice quivered, and she finished with a whisper: "Forgive me." Tears flowed freely, but down her face and his.
He stopped her, back in the same spot he'd found her, and turned to face her. "It's OK." He said. She couldn't bear to look at him. It was as if she could feel the weight of her guilt simply by looking at him. But he put a finger under her chin, and lifted her face to look at him. There was love in his brilliant blue eyes. "I forgive you."
He hugged her, as a father might hug a child, and she could feel, in her heart, the forgiveness as well as his love. This was repentance.
(Picture: Forgiven, Greg Olsen ©)
She sat by the pool, looking at her twisted reflection. There was something that looked similar to mud spattered across her pure white robe, and her hair was rather frumpy. Even her complexion looked pale. Tears streamed down her face. A hand reached down and touched her shoulder. She curled up, putting her back squarely to Him.
"Don't touch me." She said, although it wasn't harsh. It was almost protective. "I can't have you do this for me. It should be mine, and mine alone to carry." The hand now rested on her shoulder, and the person knelt down next to her. She would not look at him.
"Please." She whispered through her tears. There was a sigh from the man, but he stayed put. He placed both hands on her shoulders, and she stood. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and began to lead her on the beaten path that lead around the pool. Still, she cried.
"I cannot ask this of you." She whispered. He shook his head: You don't have to. "But, you'll--" He nodded sadly.
"I'm sorry. This isn't who I am, I promise. I don't know how I got dragged into this. This isn't..." her voice trailed off. "Forgive me. I can't believe that I could, that I would, do such a thing. I swear to you, I can't do it. It feels awful, and I know I'm not doing what I'm supposed to, but it's like... like I can't stop. Only when it's been said and done can I see the things that I've done, the damage that's been dealt. Please," her voice quivered, and she finished with a whisper: "Forgive me." Tears flowed freely, but down her face and his.
He stopped her, back in the same spot he'd found her, and turned to face her. "It's OK." He said. She couldn't bear to look at him. It was as if she could feel the weight of her guilt simply by looking at him. But he put a finger under her chin, and lifted her face to look at him. There was love in his brilliant blue eyes. "I forgive you."
He hugged her, as a father might hug a child, and she could feel, in her heart, the forgiveness as well as his love. This was repentance.
June 15, 2011
Funny Stuff
I found I have been inspired by my fellow bloggers recently. So today, I read Alice in Wonderland's blog, and read about falling asleep in work. WHICH reminded me of a funny class story I heard, relating to #10 on "Alice's" list.
My friend told how she had fallen asleep in geography class, while they were watching a film. Her head was on her desk, with her arms wrapping around it (you know what I"m talking about, right?)
Anyhoo, the teacher picked this moment to tap the student on the shoulder. My friend, being as quick as she is, quickly sat up, and said, "Amen." The teacher gasped, and said, "I'm so sorry!" My friend shrugged, and said, "That's OK." The teacher left, and the student proceeded to put her head down on her desk, and fall back asleep.
The Baseball Game
I just thought of another rather funny story. A family friend invited my family (all 6 of us) to go to a baseball game (this was a couple of summers ago). We piled in her wonderful VAN, and headed to downtown to watch our baseball team vs the visiting team. As we were parking, I mentioned how the first time I had gone to watch a baseball game, it was at night, and it was FREEZING. No one had told me to bring a blanket.
At this point in time, the family friend's youngest son, Little Duckling, was getting out of the car in front of me, and I did not see him. So I finished my thought.
"I nearly froze my cheeks off!" He turned around just as I said this, and I could feel myself going bright red.
"NICE." Was his response.
That's not embarrassing at all.
My friend told how she had fallen asleep in geography class, while they were watching a film. Her head was on her desk, with her arms wrapping around it (you know what I"m talking about, right?)
The Baseball Game
I just thought of another rather funny story. A family friend invited my family (all 6 of us) to go to a baseball game (this was a couple of summers ago). We piled in her wonderful VAN, and headed to downtown to watch our baseball team vs the visiting team. As we were parking, I mentioned how the first time I had gone to watch a baseball game, it was at night, and it was FREEZING. No one had told me to bring a blanket.
At this point in time, the family friend's youngest son, Little Duckling, was getting out of the car in front of me, and I did not see him. So I finished my thought.
"I nearly froze my cheeks off!" He turned around just as I said this, and I could feel myself going bright red.
"NICE." Was his response.
That's not embarrassing at all.
June 13, 2011
The End
This post is sorta-kinda-maybe inspired by Emma's recent drama. While it is drama, not the same kind as hers.
So, it's the end of the year. I FINALLY graduated from Candy Land High School, and it was amazing! I loved graduation, and I almost teared up at the end, but then i was brave and didn't.
Anyhoo, my friends and I are partiers. We love to party! we'll throw them at our own house, or go to a party. Either way, we love to have fun. And I thought, Heck, it's graduation, why not? So I started asking around-when would people be available? We graduated on a Friday, and so it was either that Friday night or the following Saturday, so we could go into the wee hours of the morning and not worry because everyone else would be partying, too.
Well, there was a small problem. Friday was when the two different high schools (I have friends going to a neighboring rival highschool: B-Town! Grrr...) were throwing their Senior All Night Parties, where (you guessed it) the high schools are open to the seniors to do practically anything. I had heard that at my high school last year, a group of students (boys) brought their X-box 360, and hooked it up to a teacher's screen projector, and played HALO (or one of those war games) on a a huge screen! That's awesome!
So this year, there was a hypnotist, bouncy houses, dances, you name it! $20 if you bought a ticket before or $25 at the door. I was like-NO WAY! None of my friends were going, (from Candy Land, anyway), and so I didn't really want to go (I know, I'm a boring senior). Plus, my lovely wonderful 'sister' was also graduating and she invited me. First of all, she kicked @$$ at getting this diploma. She told me that in freshman and the beginning of sophomore year she didn't really care. Approximately halfway through her sophomore year- POOF!!! She started caring. She had lots of credits to make up and she did it! She is (so far) the only one out of the first three kids in her family to have graduated with her HS diploma. How could I not go? So I went.
Anyway, Saturday (back to the party), the local city youth council was holding what they called 'Stomp on Main'. For those of you a *little* bit older, a 'stomp' is just a casual dance-you don't have to ask anybody, but they sometimes have slow songs you can go and dance with other people. This city had hosted it for the first time LAST year, and I had gone. Games, prizes, food-it was great! It cost to get in, but if you wanted food that also cost extra.
Anyway, I asked them, "Well, if I threw the party on that Saturday, would you come?" About three or four of them who planned on going to the Stomp on Main said, "Probably." 'Cause we're friends, right?
"Right!"
Well, one friend in particular, whom I've been friends with for about 3 or 4 years, texted me and basically said it would depend on how much 'hate' she would get by not going to stomp on main.
EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!
I replied, "Well, gee, thanks." And then called off the party. There were many, "Wait! I'll come! I'm sorry!" to which I basically said, "Forget it. Never mind." and I did not throw a party.
Well, the following week after graduation, said friend was going on her senior trip. I didn't text her for a week, because I figured-I'll just leave her alone, she's having fun. She came home, and guess what?! She told someone else, a close mutual friend. This mutual friend said, "Oh yeah, she thinks your mad at her because of the whole stomp on main thing."
YA THINK?
I acted like I was not mad. For the most part, I'm not. I let it go. Honestly, I may never see her again, and fine, good luck to her! Have a GREAT life! I hope things work out for her (I really do). But I was just a smigde-first of all that she'd go and tell someone else! The only people I told were two people I hold dear: my parents. My mom tried to comfort me, and my dad said, "Maybe your friendship is just going that way. Don't worry about it." (Thanks, Big K.) So I had started to let go of it. WHATEVER...
But there it is: I said it, and I'm done (hopefully). Time for me to move on to bigger and BETTER things.... right?
So, it's the end of the year. I FINALLY graduated from Candy Land High School, and it was amazing! I loved graduation, and I almost teared up at the end, but then i was brave and didn't.
Anyhoo, my friends and I are partiers. We love to party! we'll throw them at our own house, or go to a party. Either way, we love to have fun. And I thought, Heck, it's graduation, why not? So I started asking around-when would people be available? We graduated on a Friday, and so it was either that Friday night or the following Saturday, so we could go into the wee hours of the morning and not worry because everyone else would be partying, too.
Well, there was a small problem. Friday was when the two different high schools (I have friends going to a neighboring rival highschool: B-Town! Grrr...) were throwing their Senior All Night Parties, where (you guessed it) the high schools are open to the seniors to do practically anything. I had heard that at my high school last year, a group of students (boys) brought their X-box 360, and hooked it up to a teacher's screen projector, and played HALO (or one of those war games) on a a huge screen! That's awesome!
So this year, there was a hypnotist, bouncy houses, dances, you name it! $20 if you bought a ticket before or $25 at the door. I was like-NO WAY! None of my friends were going, (from Candy Land, anyway), and so I didn't really want to go (I know, I'm a boring senior). Plus, my lovely wonderful 'sister' was also graduating and she invited me. First of all, she kicked @$$ at getting this diploma. She told me that in freshman and the beginning of sophomore year she didn't really care. Approximately halfway through her sophomore year- POOF!!! She started caring. She had lots of credits to make up and she did it! She is (so far) the only one out of the first three kids in her family to have graduated with her HS diploma. How could I not go? So I went.
Anyway, Saturday (back to the party), the local city youth council was holding what they called 'Stomp on Main'. For those of you a *little* bit older, a 'stomp' is just a casual dance-you don't have to ask anybody, but they sometimes have slow songs you can go and dance with other people. This city had hosted it for the first time LAST year, and I had gone. Games, prizes, food-it was great! It cost to get in, but if you wanted food that also cost extra.
Anyway, I asked them, "Well, if I threw the party on that Saturday, would you come?" About three or four of them who planned on going to the Stomp on Main said, "Probably." 'Cause we're friends, right?
"Right!"
Well, one friend in particular, whom I've been friends with for about 3 or 4 years, texted me and basically said it would depend on how much 'hate' she would get by not going to stomp on main.
EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!
I replied, "Well, gee, thanks." And then called off the party. There were many, "Wait! I'll come! I'm sorry!" to which I basically said, "Forget it. Never mind." and I did not throw a party.
Well, the following week after graduation, said friend was going on her senior trip. I didn't text her for a week, because I figured-I'll just leave her alone, she's having fun. She came home, and guess what?! She told someone else, a close mutual friend. This mutual friend said, "Oh yeah, she thinks your mad at her because of the whole stomp on main thing."
YA THINK?
I acted like I was not mad. For the most part, I'm not. I let it go. Honestly, I may never see her again, and fine, good luck to her! Have a GREAT life! I hope things work out for her (I really do). But I was just a smigde-first of all that she'd go and tell someone else! The only people I told were two people I hold dear: my parents. My mom tried to comfort me, and my dad said, "Maybe your friendship is just going that way. Don't worry about it." (Thanks, Big K.) So I had started to let go of it. WHATEVER...
But there it is: I said it, and I'm done (hopefully). Time for me to move on to bigger and BETTER things.... right?
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