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Sarah-bear just informed me that April is also Organ Donor Awareness Month. She should know–she’s the grateful recipient of a donated liver.  She had her transplant 15 years ago, and celebrates her “birthday” every year.

Last June one of my very good friends was killed in a serious car wreck, along with two of her four children. Her youngest daughter’s organs were donated, and her husband formed an organization to promote organ donation.

There is ALWAYS a need for organ and tissue donation. To get more information, visit the official Organ Donor site here.

Here are a few words from Sarah-bear: Sign your donor card. Let your family know. Like her bumper sticker says, “Don’t take your organs to heaven. Heaven knows we need them here.”

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Music Meme

I saw this on Fond of Snape…!

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Here’s the fun part: YOU get to guess what song it is from just the one line; if you’re really good, you’ll know the artist as well! [ahahaha good luck with this one!]
Step 4: Then I get to strike through the line when someone gets it right, linking to that someone, cause I’m nice like that
Step 5: No cheating! And by cheating, I mean no looking them up on Google or any other search engine ;-)

  1. Who’s afraid of the sun?
  2. I want you to know I’m happy for you. You Oughta Know, Alanis Morissette. The Incomparable Izzybella got it!
  3. Are there stars out tonight? I Only Have Eyes For You, sung here by Rod Stewart. Way to go, Janet! (and no, I couldn’t get any of yours)
  4. Marilou repose sous la neige.
  5. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! All you sinners, gather round.
  6. I never had a friend as close as you.
  7. Never win first place; I don’t support the team; I can’t take direction; and my socks are never clean. Don’t Let Me Get Me, Pink. Woohoo, Amethyst!
  8. Goin’ down to Rosie’s.
  9. What can I compare you to?
  10. My love said to me, “My mother won’t mind, and me father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.”
  11. With a w and a w and a w dot.
  12. Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone.
  13. C’est par un jour d’avril qu’elle se promène en ville.
  14. I got a blue and red Adidas bag and a humungous binder.If I Had $1,000,000, Barenaked Ladies. Way to go JTS!
  15. It seems we’ve stood and talked like this before.Where or When, here sung by Rod Stewart. JTS rocks again!
  16. You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. Fields of Gold, Sting. And once again JTS has it!
  17. We can never know about the days to come, but we think about them anyway.
  18. I sit alone and watch your light.
  19. You say I only hear what I want to. Stay, Lisa Loeb. Izzybella, you rock! (and roll! And rock and roll and roll and rock!)
  20. Truth is, I thought it mattered.
  21. This thing called love, I just can’t handle it. Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Queen. Sarah-bear called to tell me she knew this one. 🙂
  22. This time, this place, misused, mistakes, too long, too late, who was I to make you wait? Far Away, Nickelback. Amethyst is on a roll!
  23. The problem is all inside your head, she said to me. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon. Sarah-bear got this one, too.
  24. Shake it, shake it.
  25. I heard you cryin’ loud.

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Poetry Month: Day 30

XIV (If thou must love me, let it be for nought)
 
  If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
“I love her for her smile–her look–her way
Of speaking gently,–for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day–”
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,–and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheek dry,–
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Gypsy Feet


10 1/2 inches, cedar and floo powder, a strange Gregorovitch combination indeed! You’ve been bitten bad by the travel bug, and change is the name of your game. A true wanderer, you can’t stay long in one place and wish to travel the world.

I couldn’t help but grin when I saw this one. I really do have gypsy feet. I’ve never lived in one place so long, and I’m itching for a change something fierce. When I was younger, I’d move on a whim just because. I went to Minnesota to try it out. Went to Austin. Went to Salt Lake City. Went to Anaheim. And then Joe and I settled here about 14 years ago. We’ve lived within a 10-mile radius the entire time.

I’m not knocking this area. We’ve got some really great friends; there’s lots to do in Dallas-Fort Worth. The weather’s beautiful when it’s not horrendous. The mild summers, when they come, are surprising and enjoyable.

But I wanna go! I wanna move! I want new experiences, new places, new things. I’m craving it like I crave a glass of icy cold water when my throat is parched. And the craving just gets stronger and stronger. If I weren’t married, I’d have been out of here a year ago, at least. I want to go somewhere new, somewhere I’ve never lived before. I feel like a chrysalis who’s trying to break its wings against the coccoon–that narrow confining coccoon–and until it succeeds, it remains furled up and unmoving. I’m ready to unfurl my wings and fly!

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“And if everyone else were jumping off a bridge, would you?”

“Of course.” Der.  🙂

 And I’m apparently Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff tendencies. I can live with that.

 i'm in ravenclaw!

be sorted @ nimbo.net


An Intelligent Harry Potter House Sorting Quiz

Rock on, you’re a Ravenclaw! Intelligent, level-headed, and mysterious, you can often befound in the library, studying. You are smart and get the best grades in your class. In fact,you probably got all Outstandings on your O.W.L.s! Your house is respectable and has a good Quidditch team. The founder of your house was Rowena Ravenclaw. Go Eagles!(Art courtesy of Ayne Greensleeves)
Take this quiz!


 

 


 

 

 

 


Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Ravenclaw!

Sort me!

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Poetry Month: Day 29

Why I Am a Liberal
 
  “Why?” Because all I haply can and do,
All that I am now, all I hope to be,–
Whence comes it save from fortune setting free
Body and soul the purpose to pursue,
God traced for both? If fetters, not a few,
Of prejudice, convention, fall from me,
These shall I bid men–each in his degree
Also God-guided–bear, and gayly, too?

But little do or can the best of us:
That little is achieved through Liberty.
Who, then, dares hold, emancipated thus,
His fellow shall continue bound? Not I,
Who live, love, labour freely, nor discuss
A brother’s right to freedom. That is “Why.”

Robert Browning

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Feeding Your Spirit

You grow with what you feed yourself. If you feed yourself with a lot of junk food, your body grows fat and unhealthy. If you feed your mind with junk food, your brain gets lazy. And if you feed your spirit with that which does not nourish, it logically follows that you become spiritually famished.

A few months ago I was mentally bemoaning the fact that I hadn’t felt that spark of spirituality that had been with me for so long. Did it register that I wasn’t feeding myself? Much to my shame, it did not. I was seeking after the feeling without giving myself the things that would give me that feeling. That left me open to be misled by some very well-meaning people. I blame no one but myself, I promise.

I’m so grateful that I prayed when I did, and that I followed the promptings I got as a result of that prayer. I’m thankful that my husband was there for me when I needed him most, and grateful that I was able to get in to talk with the bishop right away. My husband’s out of town again, as usual, and I have spent my Monday evening having my own family home evening. As I’ve watched inspirational shows, I feel like a sponge, thirstily soaking up every good thing.

Spiritual starvation. I’ve been there, done that, and now I’m ready to feast.

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