I know, it's not even Thanksgiving yet (we have 1 1/2 weeks), but I LOVE Christmas, especially the music. And you know me and Celtic Woman! So I might start putting up Christmas music videos. Sorry (and not)!
Christmas Pipes
Christmas pipes, Christmas pipes
Calling us home on Christmas night
Call us from far, call us from near
Oh play me your Christmas pipes
Christmas bells, Christmas bells
Over the hills and over the dells
Ringing out bright, ringing out clear
Oh ring me your Christmas bells
Christmas strings, Christmas strings
Playing the peace that Christmas brings
Fiddle and bow, gentle and low
Oh play me your Christmas strings
Christmas choir, Christmas choir
Christmas carols 'round Christmas fire
Holy night, angels on high
Round up your Christmas choir
Christmas band, Christmas band
You're waiting for me with your Christmas band
Cymbal and drum, rattle and hum
March out your Christmas band
[1st verse]
Good to be home to your Christmas
Good to be home to your Christmas
Good to be home to your Christmas pipes
(A-Z lyrics)
November 16, 2011
November 12, 2011
-Grateful-
While I would like to be creative like lovely Emma and be grateful for something every day, I'm not. It's not that I don't have the resources to be grateful for ('cause I do), but mainly because of time (also, I'm lazy).
So today, I'm doing a...'large' gratitude post.
Something that the majority of us (including me) take for granted is a healthy body. Besides the occasional cold and allergies, I'm healthy. But I don't work out. I've got a good set of legs, but I don't run. I can see very well, and use my li'l eyeballs...A LOT! (What can I say? I like to read)
Something I am also grateful for is my hair. As most are aware, I have long, luscious locks. They reach approximately halfway down my back. I LOVE my hair!
In recent years, I have met many (too many, personally) people with cancer. One, a close friend from junior high, battled brain tumors FIERCELY for three years. Eventually, the Good Lord took him. But it was a terrible battle. For those of you who have met someone battling cancer, you know.
He lost his hair. His head was as smooth as polished marble (it looked like it, anyway-I did NOT touch it, ever!). He never lost faith in his religion, his family, or even his God. His family supported him 110%, putting everything they could. Kids from school came together to help in any way they could. At the tender age of 17, he passed away.
But I became VERY aware of cancer and what this terrible monster did to people and their families. I have since donated my hair TWICE. The second time happened to be today. The lady chopped and hacked at my braid (I have very thick hair) and then handed it to me.
"Here you go! Your long-life accomplishment. It means nothing to me, but everything to you. Enjoy!" Okay, she didn't REALLY say that, but it kind of felt like it. And then she continued to clip, shaping my hair to how I had requested (very nice lady). And here I am.
It's gone...ALL OF IT! But I wasn't sad. This is for a good cause, plus it was time for a new look. So here's to a new me: a new life, a new hair cut, and new experiences! Cheers!
PS-Here is the website of that friend of mine. A very touching experience, and it broke my heart when I found I was unable to attend his funeral. I hope he'll forgive me.
So today, I'm doing a...'large' gratitude post.
Something that the majority of us (including me) take for granted is a healthy body. Besides the occasional cold and allergies, I'm healthy. But I don't work out. I've got a good set of legs, but I don't run. I can see very well, and use my li'l eyeballs...A LOT! (What can I say? I like to read)
Something I am also grateful for is my hair. As most are aware, I have long, luscious locks. They reach approximately halfway down my back. I LOVE my hair!
(Yes, that is the camera in the mirror)
In recent years, I have met many (too many, personally) people with cancer. One, a close friend from junior high, battled brain tumors FIERCELY for three years. Eventually, the Good Lord took him. But it was a terrible battle. For those of you who have met someone battling cancer, you know.
He lost his hair. His head was as smooth as polished marble (it looked like it, anyway-I did NOT touch it, ever!). He never lost faith in his religion, his family, or even his God. His family supported him 110%, putting everything they could. Kids from school came together to help in any way they could. At the tender age of 17, he passed away.
But I became VERY aware of cancer and what this terrible monster did to people and their families. I have since donated my hair TWICE. The second time happened to be today. The lady chopped and hacked at my braid (I have very thick hair) and then handed it to me.
"Here you go! Your long-life accomplishment. It means nothing to me, but everything to you. Enjoy!" Okay, she didn't REALLY say that, but it kind of felt like it. And then she continued to clip, shaping my hair to how I had requested (very nice lady). And here I am.
PS-Here is the website of that friend of mine. A very touching experience, and it broke my heart when I found I was unable to attend his funeral. I hope he'll forgive me.
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