Christmas Wish

An interesting thing happened a few days ago. I was at work and decided to wash my mug. ( coffee, not face) This particular mug is of the Christmas persuasion, it is blue and white with snowflakes on it, and in big blue letters it has the word "WISH" on it. After leaving the kitchen I stopped in the mail room we share with the USDA to see if the mail had come yet. It had. As I seperated our mail from the others I totally forgot about the mug and walked back to the office. The next day when I went to check the mail again, there on the counter, sat my "WISH" mug. When I got my paws back on it, it had 2 small pieces of paper in it. One said, " I wish for peace on Earth and goodwill towards men " and the other was a rather sweet private wish I shall keep to myself, As I believe the wisher would have wanted. Kinda like not telling when you blow out the birthday candles. I don't know who wrote either wish, but I sincerely hope that both come true. I almost wanted to put my own wish in there and let it marinate for awhile.

It makes me sigh every time I think of it. I love the Christmas spirit.

GETTING IN THE MOOD

FOR SOME REASON EVERY YEAR ABOUT MID-OCTOBER, IT START TO GET THE ITCH.

Singing "To all the Guys I've Loved Before...."

You Suck.

WEDNESDAY RAMBLINGS

-Why oh why does it hurt. I keep playin "I'm Walkin On Sunshine" over and over in my head evertime I think about it, it hasn't gone away yet.
-When will all this hard work payoff. If I took a dirt nap tomorrow what would it matter?
-I printed out an application for "The Biggest Loser", will I fill it out and send in? Probably not. There's an issue of pride standing in my way. I broke down and asked for help about 8 years ago, after months of testing(for gastric bypass) , being poked (not in the fun way) and proded, it ended a long depression b/c healthcare providers didn't think I fit the profile. What a joke. I'm seriously at a point where if I don't change something soon whether it be the scenery or physical appearance, I'll feel left behind by everthing and everyone. I already feel there's some big movement happening w/o me.
-Wednesdays suck. Humpday my ass.

That Song.

Current mood: contemplative

Artist: Corinne Bailey Rae
Album: Corinne Bailey Rae
Year: 2006
Title: Like A Star
..>..>..>
Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Honour to love you

Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

You've got this look I can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh...
Your love,

Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,]
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

Now I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand,

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
For anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands


Sometimes a song comes along that speaks volumes. Speaks to emotions long past, forgotten, or even the here and now. How they have the power to make you feel, taste, smell the moments just as strongly as when they were happening. I've grown in many ways in the past few years, forgiven......forgotten, and learned to turn the switch on or off emotions regarding certain moments, feelings or people(survival mechanism I guess). Then along comes a song that grabs you by the back of the pants and drags you back to the ground. Makes it all real again. There are many songs that have meaning to me. Reminding me that the "switch " isn't always under my control.......

The Next Generation.

The following is a cute message I received this morning from a friend.


This morning 7AM, (Eli's 5 years old)

Eli in bed, Poppy walked in:

Morning Eli,

Morning Poppy.
I'm kind of tired Poppy, if you go to work and I go back to sleep, send me an email.


Good Grief !

The Slap Bet

I wish this show would get more media attention, this clip is one of my favorite moments in TV history......ever.
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