Driving home tonight from dinner sans Captain Crazy Pants, I wanted to listen to good music LOUD! Now, I am usually a big fan of what I like to consider "good" music. Acoustic Sheryl Crow, The Counting Crows....basically anything with Crow in it. I kid. Back to my story. Well, like I said, tonight I was in the mood for something LOUD....so what do I do, but turn my radio to the Top 20 station. I'm listening to Katy Perry and Timberland, and I say out loud (by myself mind you), "What is THIS? This is awful! They never play anything good on this station. This music is shoo-shoo (Captain Crazy Pant's really nice word)!"
You may be saying to yourself? Is her Grandmother now writing this blog? Nope folks. It's me. And, that was a very old lady-ish thing for me to say. But, what's more disturbing is that I instantly turned my radio to the 90's station, and was completely satisfied with Beck, and Sublime....I was rockin' out, and saying to myself..."now this is good music."
Then, as luck would have it.....Marky Mark and Good Vibrations came on next.... I'm so excited and start really embarrassing myself. Then it dawns on me....is "Donny D on the back up. Drug free so put the crack up" really good music? I would certainly say NO! So, why am I loving it? And, thus the mystery of pop-music is solved.
I love pop-songs that I have memories with. Dancing with my friends. College date parties. Etc... These pop songs have always been awful, but if you have dancing memories to accompany them, they are AWESOME! So now that you've heard my theory...I'm going to test it.
Guess me and my boys need to bust out some Katy Perry and make some memories.....
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
My first painting...
Epiphany. Why did I not realize this before? Writing is painting with words. It really is. I've always had this desire to paint...but no clue how to even begin. I feel like I have this artistic soul trapped inside me....it didn't know how to get out. Until....my artistic soul met David Willcox. We went to his concert this weekend to celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary. His stories and songs came alive to me. Just like I was seeing what he was seeing. Like we were looking at paintings. Art on the walls. But, I was hearing this art. And, I left feeling completely moved and inspired to paint with my words. Like I said.....Epiphany.
Anyway, at church this morning during worship, I felt like God gave me a picture. And, since I now realize I don't have to learn how to paint it, I wrote it. So here is what he was showing me.....
"Welcome home my weary soul
to the gardens lush and green
where music plays in perfect tune
beside the calm and crystal stream.
My God, my Lord, He walks to me
extends his hands with wounds I see.
His face, it radiates with grace
as He welcomes me to this place.
We sit beside the crystal stream
and I breathe in my life-long dream,
to sit beside Jesus my Lord
and hold his hand forevermore.
Welcome home my weary soul.
Welcome home forevermore."
Anyway, at church this morning during worship, I felt like God gave me a picture. And, since I now realize I don't have to learn how to paint it, I wrote it. So here is what he was showing me.....
"Welcome home my weary soul
to the gardens lush and green
where music plays in perfect tune
beside the calm and crystal stream.
My God, my Lord, He walks to me
extends his hands with wounds I see.
His face, it radiates with grace
as He welcomes me to this place.
We sit beside the crystal stream
and I breathe in my life-long dream,
to sit beside Jesus my Lord
and hold his hand forevermore.
Welcome home my weary soul.
Welcome home forevermore."
Saturday, February 20, 2010
My unofficial ranking of "Rogue-ness"
I have to admit, I did not know what the word "rogue" meant. I knew it was in the title of Sarah Palin's book, and then I noticed it repeatedly said on the cartoon "Robin Hood" that we watch daily. I can honestly say, if anyone is Going Rogue these days, it would have to be Captain Crazy Pants. Yes, I said it Sarah Palin.... In my unofficial ranking of rogue-ness, Captain Crazy Pants, and Robin Hood beat you by a country mile. Sorry. I'm sure you're nice.
Well, back to my main point. My little rogue, a.k.a scoundrel, a.k.a Captain Crazy Pants, has worn me plum out today. Two highlights that are standing out are the flying spaghetti that landed on my face and white shirt, and the BOOGER FINGER that tried to go in my mouth. Yes, this is the first time anyone has ever tried to pick their nose and then stick their booger in my mouth. Gag. In my efforts to "beat" this, I sat the little guy down on my lap and prayed for him to receive the Lord's peace with which I was promptly slapped. I have to imagine that God probably laughed at this, and then kind of felt sorry for me.
Despite all the rogue-ness of today, as I sit on our bed and cuddle with this mini-shirtless-scoundrel, I am deeply in love. His sweet laughter, soft little arms, and inability to say the letter "L" fill me with happiness. Guess the girl always falls for the rebel!
Well, back to my main point. My little rogue, a.k.a scoundrel, a.k.a Captain Crazy Pants, has worn me plum out today. Two highlights that are standing out are the flying spaghetti that landed on my face and white shirt, and the BOOGER FINGER that tried to go in my mouth. Yes, this is the first time anyone has ever tried to pick their nose and then stick their booger in my mouth. Gag. In my efforts to "beat" this, I sat the little guy down on my lap and prayed for him to receive the Lord's peace with which I was promptly slapped. I have to imagine that God probably laughed at this, and then kind of felt sorry for me.
Despite all the rogue-ness of today, as I sit on our bed and cuddle with this mini-shirtless-scoundrel, I am deeply in love. His sweet laughter, soft little arms, and inability to say the letter "L" fill me with happiness. Guess the girl always falls for the rebel!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I'm so over the Indigo Girls
I love Donald MIller. I want him to live next door to us, and come over for dinner and make us laugh. He is very much a kindred spirit to me. Well, maybe he's not really. I've never met him in real life. I just love what he writes, and think he's funny. Well, I was reading his blog today, and thought this was awesome.....
"It seems like the trend is to get really into a band, not because they are talented, but because they are new. And then once everybody likes them, to not like them anymore. I like this trend because associating yourself with something new and cool makes you seem new and cool. But the trick is to stay ahead of the newness and coolness."
First I laughed...then I thought..."uh oh". I was listening to the radio today and the Indigo Girls came on. I love the Indigo Girls, but I thought..."I wonder if the Indigo Girls are cool now." I even thought that maybe they are "old cool", like rediscovered cool, and I am bringing back up that I like them, and that seemed unique and cool.
Gag me.... Seriously did I think that? Who cares if they're cool...old cool, new cool, whatever.... All that matters is that I like them. And you'd think that by the time you are probably a 1/3 of the way thorough your life, you'd realize that "you like what you like" and who cares. But, oops...maybe if I"m honest, I still care....and this bothers me - A LOT.
Back to Donald Miller one more time. Like I said before, I'm reading his book "A million miles in a thousand years" about living a good story. Basically, our lives can be full of adventure, transformation, and importance. Do we want to live out the story God has created for us to live? To be that Hero/Heroine? Or do we just sit on our booties and watch reality tv?
Here's a quote from the book..."The ambitions we have will become the stories we live. If you want to know what a person's story is about, just ask them what they want. If we don't want anything we are living boring stories. If we want a Roomba vacuum cleaner, we are living stupid stories. If it won't work in a story, it won't work in life."
This got me thinking - what do I want? Honestly. Deep in my soul. Above pop culture. Above what is cool. Above my insecurities. What do I want to be known for? And, you know what - I know. I've always known. I want to be known for loving others. I think that is the story God has given me to live out. He wants me to be the one that loves. I'm realizing this "want" needs to play a more central part in my story. If the story of my life is titled "I"m so over the Indigo Girls" - well, that would pretty much be the worst story of all time. Nice perspective Mr. Miller....Thanks for the boost into the life I've been made to live.
Now, I ask you - what is it that you want?
"It seems like the trend is to get really into a band, not because they are talented, but because they are new. And then once everybody likes them, to not like them anymore. I like this trend because associating yourself with something new and cool makes you seem new and cool. But the trick is to stay ahead of the newness and coolness."
First I laughed...then I thought..."uh oh". I was listening to the radio today and the Indigo Girls came on. I love the Indigo Girls, but I thought..."I wonder if the Indigo Girls are cool now." I even thought that maybe they are "old cool", like rediscovered cool, and I am bringing back up that I like them, and that seemed unique and cool.
Gag me.... Seriously did I think that? Who cares if they're cool...old cool, new cool, whatever.... All that matters is that I like them. And you'd think that by the time you are probably a 1/3 of the way thorough your life, you'd realize that "you like what you like" and who cares. But, oops...maybe if I"m honest, I still care....and this bothers me - A LOT.
Back to Donald Miller one more time. Like I said before, I'm reading his book "A million miles in a thousand years" about living a good story. Basically, our lives can be full of adventure, transformation, and importance. Do we want to live out the story God has created for us to live? To be that Hero/Heroine? Or do we just sit on our booties and watch reality tv?
Here's a quote from the book..."The ambitions we have will become the stories we live. If you want to know what a person's story is about, just ask them what they want. If we don't want anything we are living boring stories. If we want a Roomba vacuum cleaner, we are living stupid stories. If it won't work in a story, it won't work in life."
This got me thinking - what do I want? Honestly. Deep in my soul. Above pop culture. Above what is cool. Above my insecurities. What do I want to be known for? And, you know what - I know. I've always known. I want to be known for loving others. I think that is the story God has given me to live out. He wants me to be the one that loves. I'm realizing this "want" needs to play a more central part in my story. If the story of my life is titled "I"m so over the Indigo Girls" - well, that would pretty much be the worst story of all time. Nice perspective Mr. Miller....Thanks for the boost into the life I've been made to live.
Now, I ask you - what is it that you want?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Larry David's Dream Come True
I have a confession to make - I'm afraid of going to the deli at our local grocery store. And, I am not joking. The butcher/man behind the counter/whatever he is called is about the meanest person I've ever met. This guy is Larry David's dream come true and my greatest nightmare!
Well, here's an "unofficial" script of our dialogue.
My first trip to the deli at this unnamed store went as such.....
Me: "I'd like about 2 pounds of Turkey. Shaved, please."
Mr. Nightmare: "How do you want it?"
Me: "Huh?"
Mr. Nightmare: "Where should I set my blade?"
Me: "Oh. Um, I'd like it shaved....like for sandwiches."
Mr. Nightmare: "SHAVED! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO SHAVE TURKEY." (In a loud voice, all the while shaving my turkey and not ever breaking a sweat.)
Me: "Oh, uh, sorry. I'll try to remember that."
My second trip to the deli....
Me: "Hi. Um, I'd like some turkey, and you don't have to do it shaved, just whatever will work for a sandwich! (Big smiles from me, hoping for happiness.)
Mr. Nightmare: (Glares at me, no conversation).
Me: "Ok, Mr. Nigh...Ok, um, have a nice day."
My third trip to the deli....
Me: "Hi. Can I have about 6 ounces of ham (I know it wasn't much, but it's what my recipe called for, and um, we're on a budget!)
Mr. Nightmare: "Ounces! WHAT! My machine don't do ounces!"
Me: "Um, then how about a half a pound."
Mr. Nightmare: "Well, that's not six ounces."
Me: "Well, I think that will work." (Dude, 2 ounces off...I think it's ok).
Mr. NIghtmare: "Well, wouldn't you know you'd pick the biggest block of meat we've got. Ugh...It's so HEAVY! (Glares at me, while again, not breaking a sweat).
Me: "Sorry. Didn't realize ham was so heavy."
Mr. Nightmare: (Slaps my ham down on the counter) "Here. Here's EXACTLY 6 ounces."
Me: Thank you. (How did he know what exactly 6 ounces was? Didn't we already establish that!)
Well, there you have it folks. Seinfeld would be proud. Larry David delighted. Me, well, I'm out of deli meat. Oh geeze...here we go again!
Well, here's an "unofficial" script of our dialogue.
My first trip to the deli at this unnamed store went as such.....
Me: "I'd like about 2 pounds of Turkey. Shaved, please."
Mr. Nightmare: "How do you want it?"
Me: "Huh?"
Mr. Nightmare: "Where should I set my blade?"
Me: "Oh. Um, I'd like it shaved....like for sandwiches."
Mr. Nightmare: "SHAVED! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO SHAVE TURKEY." (In a loud voice, all the while shaving my turkey and not ever breaking a sweat.)
Me: "Oh, uh, sorry. I'll try to remember that."
My second trip to the deli....
Me: "Hi. Um, I'd like some turkey, and you don't have to do it shaved, just whatever will work for a sandwich! (Big smiles from me, hoping for happiness.)
Mr. Nightmare: (Glares at me, no conversation).
Me: "Ok, Mr. Nigh...Ok, um, have a nice day."
My third trip to the deli....
Me: "Hi. Can I have about 6 ounces of ham (I know it wasn't much, but it's what my recipe called for, and um, we're on a budget!)
Mr. Nightmare: "Ounces! WHAT! My machine don't do ounces!"
Me: "Um, then how about a half a pound."
Mr. Nightmare: "Well, that's not six ounces."
Me: "Well, I think that will work." (Dude, 2 ounces off...I think it's ok).
Mr. NIghtmare: "Well, wouldn't you know you'd pick the biggest block of meat we've got. Ugh...It's so HEAVY! (Glares at me, while again, not breaking a sweat).
Me: "Sorry. Didn't realize ham was so heavy."
Mr. Nightmare: (Slaps my ham down on the counter) "Here. Here's EXACTLY 6 ounces."
Me: Thank you. (How did he know what exactly 6 ounces was? Didn't we already establish that!)
Well, there you have it folks. Seinfeld would be proud. Larry David delighted. Me, well, I'm out of deli meat. Oh geeze...here we go again!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Beginnings....
How cool are Sepia Tone pictures? I love them. They seem to capture a moment and make it a memory. A cool memory. A romantic memory. They kind of seem like an Idie film with great music. They just stick with you. That's my new philosophy on life - live it in Sepia tone. I've been reading this awesome book by a guy named Donald Miller about living your life in such a way that it is a good story. Not just an average one, but an adventure full of excitement, tears, joy, and love. That's why I decided to title this new blog of mine "Adventures in Sepia Tone."
Like I said in this blog's description I am a big fan of privacy and this is my first public blog, so I'll be using nicknames. Me - well I'll be Lady Laughing Eyes. My husband will be Mr. Adventure Man And our son will be Captain Crazy Pants. There you have it. Or, there you don't have it, and are feeling totally confused. You're not alone, I'm feeling a little confused myself.
Well, here's a little about me - Lady Laughing Eyes. I'm the kind of person that always has a good story. I don't know if it's just that a lot of weird things happen to me - or if I'm just a story teller, so I look for things to happen to me. Maybe a little bit of both. Regardless, I'm excited to share these stories, work on my writing skills, and have some adventures in sepia tone with you. That's all for now. Captain Crazy Pants is lost under a large pile of laundry.
Like I said in this blog's description I am a big fan of privacy and this is my first public blog, so I'll be using nicknames. Me - well I'll be Lady Laughing Eyes. My husband will be Mr. Adventure Man And our son will be Captain Crazy Pants. There you have it. Or, there you don't have it, and are feeling totally confused. You're not alone, I'm feeling a little confused myself.
Well, here's a little about me - Lady Laughing Eyes. I'm the kind of person that always has a good story. I don't know if it's just that a lot of weird things happen to me - or if I'm just a story teller, so I look for things to happen to me. Maybe a little bit of both. Regardless, I'm excited to share these stories, work on my writing skills, and have some adventures in sepia tone with you. That's all for now. Captain Crazy Pants is lost under a large pile of laundry.
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