Missed yesterday because I worked. So post is up late. ;-)
As much as I have been fighting against it I have fallen into a routine. Not the boring sort just the predictable sort. I'm in a really happy place.
Putting a pie in the fair tomorrow. Dutch apple. What the fuck is wrong with me. smh. Oh I know it was being raised on a farm. You know funny thing. Most things are pretty open for discussion when it comes to my life. I'm the queen of the overshare lol. I don't talk about one thing, at least not here. Those conversations are saved for sitting in the dark talking quietly over a cigarette. Even then it's only a special few. Anyhow my point is I thought about it today. Tori Amos "Cornflake girl". I saw a video of Maynard and Tori singing together. Let me look that up for you because that's important.
*love*
All time favorite Tori song? A sorta fairytale.
Somehow these post just do not accurately depict how I'm feeling. Okay back to the Moscato and not sleeping because that is what I do best. What's the cheesy line from Titanic. Something about a woman's heart being a deep ocean of secrets. Yeah that.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Why do I do this too myself?! Good question.
The YouTubes reminded me of one of my favorite shows. So You Think You Can Dance. Dance just wasn't in the stars for me but I still love it. Maybe someday I will get back to it. Until then I watch this.
Yeah destroys me every. time.
Listen to
Sleeping at last "turning page"
I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for
Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for
Though we’re tethered, to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With the whisper, we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees
Well, happy Monday friend. Oh wait it's tuesday... FML
The YouTubes reminded me of one of my favorite shows. So You Think You Can Dance. Dance just wasn't in the stars for me but I still love it. Maybe someday I will get back to it. Until then I watch this.
Yeah destroys me every. time.
Listen to
Sleeping at last "turning page"
I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for
Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for
Though we’re tethered, to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With the whisper, we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees
Well, happy Monday friend. Oh wait it's tuesday... FML
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Bloggity blog
Three words. Mini Babybel cheese. Get in my mouf right naow!!! Delicious little fuckers. Cheese is the reason I'm not a vegan.
I listened to music today. I know, write it down on the calender. Ha! Just kidding! But really look up Fair to midland. You will like them. A little bit like Primus kinda sorta?
Planning a trip back home to Showlow soon. Exciting!
I always have so much more I want to talk about but lose interest. Ugh A.D.D.
G's bday is tomorrow. I asked him what he wanted and he said for me to not make him go anywhere. I'm taking him to Texas Roadhouse. Mean, I'm so mean!
I listened to music today. I know, write it down on the calender. Ha! Just kidding! But really look up Fair to midland. You will like them. A little bit like Primus kinda sorta?
Planning a trip back home to Showlow soon. Exciting!
I always have so much more I want to talk about but lose interest. Ugh A.D.D.
G's bday is tomorrow. I asked him what he wanted and he said for me to not make him go anywhere. I'm taking him to Texas Roadhouse. Mean, I'm so mean!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Less controversial then I had originally intended
I should just rename this blog my drunk blogs. I was fully prepared to go to bed but I have much on my mind.
My son approached me today and asked me what my favorite song was. Conversation went as follows.
D: Hey mom what is your favorite song?
Me: IDK I have a lot of favorite songs. (but ever ready to talk about music) But right now I have been listening to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals "Stars"
The next thing he said was the most profound thing a 10 year old has ever uttered.
D: Mom, my favorite song is called "Hide and Seek" but I don't know who it's by.
Me: Imogen Heap?
D: Yeah them.
Of course he has no idea what that song means to me. The flight back home after my fathers funeral. The feeling of being totally alone in this world. The realization that everything you love will someday be lost. Nothing is forever. But I am so proud of him for listening to music for more then just what is popular. And when he was singing along to the line "oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before" it's hard to not laugh because he clearly has no idea what that line means. And when he does I have a feeling it will be with another boy. Have I mentioned I think my son is gay? No? Not on here I suppose. Well I do. But this blog isn't about my sons eventual sexual preference but his exquisite taste in music. Imogen Heap? Really? So proud I am bursting.
More to say but I'm sure you are used to this by now. Post more when I am less tired/drunk.
One last thing can I just say I am impressed by his ability to sing? Maybe he will be trading flag football for vocal lessons?
My son approached me today and asked me what my favorite song was. Conversation went as follows.
D: Hey mom what is your favorite song?
Me: IDK I have a lot of favorite songs. (but ever ready to talk about music) But right now I have been listening to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals "Stars"
The next thing he said was the most profound thing a 10 year old has ever uttered.
D: Mom, my favorite song is called "Hide and Seek" but I don't know who it's by.
Me: Imogen Heap?
D: Yeah them.
Of course he has no idea what that song means to me. The flight back home after my fathers funeral. The feeling of being totally alone in this world. The realization that everything you love will someday be lost. Nothing is forever. But I am so proud of him for listening to music for more then just what is popular. And when he was singing along to the line "oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before" it's hard to not laugh because he clearly has no idea what that line means. And when he does I have a feeling it will be with another boy. Have I mentioned I think my son is gay? No? Not on here I suppose. Well I do. But this blog isn't about my sons eventual sexual preference but his exquisite taste in music. Imogen Heap? Really? So proud I am bursting.
More to say but I'm sure you are used to this by now. Post more when I am less tired/drunk.
One last thing can I just say I am impressed by his ability to sing? Maybe he will be trading flag football for vocal lessons?
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