I left work early to return to my cave. I am home in bed with a killer sinus headache. And I really have not motivation to do anything until it goes away.
Despite this pain, I woke up with this song in my head. Muse is so dramatic like me, I guess. Might explain why one of my friends introduced me to them. Happy Friday!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Song of the Day: Valentine's Day
Today was an okay Valentine's day. I woke up with a migraine and a sinus headache that made my head hurt if I tilted the wrong way or thought too hard. Not fun! On the plus side, I forgot it was Valentine's day and therefore did not feel depressed for being single this year.
Anyway, since it is Valentine's Day, I thought this song would be appropriate.
Anyway, since it is Valentine's Day, I thought this song would be appropriate.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Ash Wednesday
Today I woke up with a bit of Fun. in my head. Nate Reuss is a compelling way to start the day: "No one's ever gonna stop up tonight!"
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Song of the Day: Fat Tuesday
The Lenten Season is upon us. Many of us are scrambling to figure out which habit we will pick up or what we will give up as we prepare ourselves for Easter. And as we approach the beginning, the Pope resigns and we are faced with another conclave that will select another Pope for the Catholic Church.
This is a tense and confusing time. Most people thought Benedict would be Pope until he died, just like Blessed JPII before him. There are those who feel abandoned. But, then there are people who look to the future with optimism. I am one of those.
Nothing against our Pope, but I am hopeful for our next Pope. Maybe this Pope will look more like our global Church, i.e., Latin American, Asian, or African. Maybe there will be a change in how the Church responds to the abuse scandal. Maybe the Church will move toward health and holiness that honors Christ. The possibilities are limitless.
I am not naive. I know what I signed up for in becoming Catholic. I know that I may be hoping in vain. But I think its better to hope in vain than not to hope at all.
This song that was in my head this morning. I love Ellie Goulding. She has a candy floss voice and more talent than she knows what to do with. This song seems appropriate for today, the beginning of Lent, and our upcoming search for a Pope.
This is a tense and confusing time. Most people thought Benedict would be Pope until he died, just like Blessed JPII before him. There are those who feel abandoned. But, then there are people who look to the future with optimism. I am one of those.
Nothing against our Pope, but I am hopeful for our next Pope. Maybe this Pope will look more like our global Church, i.e., Latin American, Asian, or African. Maybe there will be a change in how the Church responds to the abuse scandal. Maybe the Church will move toward health and holiness that honors Christ. The possibilities are limitless.
I am not naive. I know what I signed up for in becoming Catholic. I know that I may be hoping in vain. But I think its better to hope in vain than not to hope at all.
This song that was in my head this morning. I love Ellie Goulding. She has a candy floss voice and more talent than she knows what to do with. This song seems appropriate for today, the beginning of Lent, and our upcoming search for a Pope.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Song of the Day: Monday
It's been a while. No excuses.
Tonight I am sad. I just got a refund I've been waiting for for 5 months and a gift from my dentist. But I am sad. I had an entire day at work with no migraine (finally!) and I am sad. This is what happens when you dig your fingers and nails into your half-healed wounds.
This song is one that I heard while in college. I actually got to hear Bob Bennett sing at the Waterville Opera House. His life was a mess at the time and maybe because of that his music made sense to me since, as I was discovering, my life was also a mess. It was just a man, his voice, his guitar and his pain in those lyrics; they all touched something deep within me. It still does. Someone (else) who has never met me gets me.
Tonight I am sad. I just got a refund I've been waiting for for 5 months and a gift from my dentist. But I am sad. I had an entire day at work with no migraine (finally!) and I am sad. This is what happens when you dig your fingers and nails into your half-healed wounds.
This song is one that I heard while in college. I actually got to hear Bob Bennett sing at the Waterville Opera House. His life was a mess at the time and maybe because of that his music made sense to me since, as I was discovering, my life was also a mess. It was just a man, his voice, his guitar and his pain in those lyrics; they all touched something deep within me. It still does. Someone (else) who has never met me gets me.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Song of the Day: Sunday
After last night's game-day party, I came home thinking about vegetarianism/veganism again. I've flirted with it off and on for years. One of my new friends at the party is vegan; her entire family is almost completely vegan. She tells the story of driving her husband to the hospital while he was having a heart attack and worried about their sixth grader left at home. They were already pretty healthy eaters, but this converted them. Their teens are slowly converting.
She made a good point about healthy and healthy enough for your body. Despite the fact that I am physically healthy (to a point), I have a family history of heart disease with which to contend. She mentioned a movie, "Forks over Knives" that I should watch. It was eyeopening to say the least.
I've always thought of food having the ability to heal. But it was interesting to see people with "death sentences" who are alive many, many years after their doctors told them to prepare for death.
I'm interested in making the change now. I just have meat in my freezer, meat products in the fridge. I just bought it. I don't want to pitch it, even though the thought of it makes me queasy. So I have to find a way to use up what I have as I transition into this newdiet lifestyle.
Anyway, this topic makes me think of this song.
She made a good point about healthy and healthy enough for your body. Despite the fact that I am physically healthy (to a point), I have a family history of heart disease with which to contend. She mentioned a movie, "Forks over Knives" that I should watch. It was eyeopening to say the least.
I've always thought of food having the ability to heal. But it was interesting to see people with "death sentences" who are alive many, many years after their doctors told them to prepare for death.
I'm interested in making the change now. I just have meat in my freezer, meat products in the fridge. I just bought it. I don't want to pitch it, even though the thought of it makes me queasy. So I have to find a way to use up what I have as I transition into this new
Anyway, this topic makes me think of this song.
Song of the Day: Saturday
All week I have been humming this song. Kinda crazy! I don't necessarily think of myself as "redneck." More of a country girl. A little bit of a hick. Definitely country. Country meaning rural, not farm. I don't know all of the words to every Tanya Tucker, Ol' Bocephus, or Charlie Daniels songs.
However, I think of this song as a lullaby of contentment. No matter what's going on around here, SB feels like home. It's nice to have a car to jet around to the local discount store to get household goods. To got to the farmers market and buy produce from the person who grew and harvested your food. To get lost in town and know that I'm not really lost since this place ain't that big! So, maybe this is more small town, but that doesn't explain the dudes driving around in big wheel trucks as if the place (in their mind) where they go mudding is really, really deep.
Kind a nice here. I accept the label, if necessary.
However, I think of this song as a lullaby of contentment. No matter what's going on around here, SB feels like home. It's nice to have a car to jet around to the local discount store to get household goods. To got to the farmers market and buy produce from the person who grew and harvested your food. To get lost in town and know that I'm not really lost since this place ain't that big! So, maybe this is more small town, but that doesn't explain the dudes driving around in big wheel trucks as if the place (in their mind) where they go mudding is really, really deep.
Kind a nice here. I accept the label, if necessary.
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