~ as we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. you will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. you'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when your was broken. you'll fight with your best friend. you'll blame a new love for things an old one did. you'll cry because time is moving to fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. so, take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt. because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. don't be afraid that your life will end. be afraid that it will never begin. ~
this message has been on my fridge since college. i have related to these words more than a few times in my adult life. every sentence, actually. these words remind me that the sun rises each morning and life goes on. always. life, love, happiness are all what you make it. we define our own destiny. each day is the first day to the rest of our lives. what lies ahead in the next chapter of your book? how are you going to live the rest of your life? happy. i hope.
may you find peace, love, and happiness.....
-a
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This picture, says it all.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Cold Day in July
In keeping with the theme of music, I wanted to write about heartache. Ever hear a song on the radio and stop. Stop and remember a feeling? Feel a feeling? Cry?
We have all felt heartache. I know I have. At many different junctures in my life. As a little girl. In college. As an adult. It never gets easier. It hurts.
Love makes us fall deep. With out caution. But heartache humbles us.
For me. The song that pulls at my heart strings is 'Cold Day in July' by the Dixie Chicks. My cold day in july taught me to be strong. To want a man, a companion, but to never need one. It taught me to depend on myself. To trust my family. To trust myself. It made me determined to never allow another day in July to ever be so icy. It softened my heart. But most importantly. That frigid day led me to my husband. He helps to make all my days sunny. July. December. Whenever.
*Sissy- it gets better. Stay strong. I love you. July will be sunny again. I promise.
We have all felt heartache. I know I have. At many different junctures in my life. As a little girl. In college. As an adult. It never gets easier. It hurts.
Love makes us fall deep. With out caution. But heartache humbles us.
For me. The song that pulls at my heart strings is 'Cold Day in July' by the Dixie Chicks. My cold day in july taught me to be strong. To want a man, a companion, but to never need one. It taught me to depend on myself. To trust my family. To trust myself. It made me determined to never allow another day in July to ever be so icy. It softened my heart. But most importantly. That frigid day led me to my husband. He helps to make all my days sunny. July. December. Whenever.
*Sissy- it gets better. Stay strong. I love you. July will be sunny again. I promise.
Jagged Little Pill
Recently, my best friend welcomed her 4th (beautiful) baby into the world. So. Missing her terribly since she moved away. I threw a few pair of underwear in my purse and hopped in the car. G and the kids and I embarked on the painfully long (5hr) drive to Iowa. Yes. We went on vacation to Iowa. With Alanis Morrisette blaring from my iPod, I ignored my kids in the backseat, rolled my windows down, and sang along.
Iowa. Was. Great. Small town loveliness. The minute I saw Cortney, I cried, and crawled into her hospital bed with her. Seeing her after a few months of separation was a flood of emotions. You have to understand, when she told me she was moving- I died inside. I cried for a week. I was a mess.
Anyways. I snuggled Cortney. And her perfect baby Samuel. I smelled his perfect skin. And made Cortney crazy by touching his perfect hair. She kept telling me I was making it greasy and less fluffy. All of Cortney's kids are born with great hair. And she knows it.
But. Of course every vacation must come to end. So after 3 days, 6 kids, 2 husbands, a lot of food, snacks and movies, it was time to take my dirty underwear, and my family, and travel the (flat) road back home. Another 5 hours. 5 hours of Alanis.
About 2 1/2 hours into our trip home, G looked over at me and asked, "can we listen to something else?" My mouth dropped. I was speechless. What. Was. He. Thinking? I stammered. "Uh. Okay. Like what?" That question led to 2 1/2 hours of searching Pandora and laughing. Laughing at the fact that G wanted to listen to Pearl Jam instead of singing along to Jagged Little Pill with me. You see. We all have the music that takes us back. Defines a time in our lives. Makes us smile. Cry. Dance. Jagged Little Pill is all of that to me. Those who really know me. Know why. That's all that really needs to be said.
Don't get me wrong. My husband singing every word to 'Jeremy' by Pearl Jam circa 1992 totally turned me on. But. While G was stealing cigarettes from his parents and rocking out to Pearl Jam in high school. I was in grade school. By the time I could appreciate Pearl Jam, it was retro.
So instead of playing 'where we're you when....?' let's play- what is your favorite album? What music takes you back in time? Makes you close your eyes and sway to the beat? Leave me a comment. Or a lyric. Whatever.
....Isn't is ironic? Don't you think?
Cortney, Lucy, baby Samuel, and his perfect hair.
Iowa. Was. Great. Small town loveliness. The minute I saw Cortney, I cried, and crawled into her hospital bed with her. Seeing her after a few months of separation was a flood of emotions. You have to understand, when she told me she was moving- I died inside. I cried for a week. I was a mess.
Anyways. I snuggled Cortney. And her perfect baby Samuel. I smelled his perfect skin. And made Cortney crazy by touching his perfect hair. She kept telling me I was making it greasy and less fluffy. All of Cortney's kids are born with great hair. And she knows it.
But. Of course every vacation must come to end. So after 3 days, 6 kids, 2 husbands, a lot of food, snacks and movies, it was time to take my dirty underwear, and my family, and travel the (flat) road back home. Another 5 hours. 5 hours of Alanis.
About 2 1/2 hours into our trip home, G looked over at me and asked, "can we listen to something else?" My mouth dropped. I was speechless. What. Was. He. Thinking? I stammered. "Uh. Okay. Like what?" That question led to 2 1/2 hours of searching Pandora and laughing. Laughing at the fact that G wanted to listen to Pearl Jam instead of singing along to Jagged Little Pill with me. You see. We all have the music that takes us back. Defines a time in our lives. Makes us smile. Cry. Dance. Jagged Little Pill is all of that to me. Those who really know me. Know why. That's all that really needs to be said.
Don't get me wrong. My husband singing every word to 'Jeremy' by Pearl Jam circa 1992 totally turned me on. But. While G was stealing cigarettes from his parents and rocking out to Pearl Jam in high school. I was in grade school. By the time I could appreciate Pearl Jam, it was retro.
So instead of playing 'where we're you when....?' let's play- what is your favorite album? What music takes you back in time? Makes you close your eyes and sway to the beat? Leave me a comment. Or a lyric. Whatever.
....Isn't is ironic? Don't you think?
Cortney, Lucy, baby Samuel, and his perfect hair.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Another week. In review.
My week- a retrospective.
96% Graduate Stats- final grade.
My legs burned in CardioPower- thanks Lisa. I will appreciate sitting on the toilet on a whole new level.
Spring was hit with a cold spell and rain. My kids revolted with cabin fever.
Lucy spent more time in 'time outs' than not.
I ate my feelings (of stress) with my favorite white chocolate raspberry ice cream from The Creamery. So much for my work outs. Ah.
DrawSomething took over my life.
Hunger Games crushed box offices. Too bad I still need to find time to read the books.
Rick Santorum slummed it at the local bowling alley, while Mitt Romney flirted with old ladies at the local diner. Puke.
Lucy met the Easter Bunny and learned about "the rebirth of spring." MeMe's attempt at teaching Lucy about Jesus.
Wine with friends. Loves.
Oh and. Did anyone see the season premiere of Game of Throwns? Exciting.
Until I have something better to write-
mamaschuey
96% Graduate Stats- final grade.
My legs burned in CardioPower- thanks Lisa. I will appreciate sitting on the toilet on a whole new level.
Spring was hit with a cold spell and rain. My kids revolted with cabin fever.
Lucy spent more time in 'time outs' than not.
I ate my feelings (of stress) with my favorite white chocolate raspberry ice cream from The Creamery. So much for my work outs. Ah.
DrawSomething took over my life.
Hunger Games crushed box offices. Too bad I still need to find time to read the books.
Rick Santorum slummed it at the local bowling alley, while Mitt Romney flirted with old ladies at the local diner. Puke.
Lucy met the Easter Bunny and learned about "the rebirth of spring." MeMe's attempt at teaching Lucy about Jesus.
Wine with friends. Loves.
Oh and. Did anyone see the season premiere of Game of Throwns? Exciting.
Until I have something better to write-
mamaschuey
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)