"Every now and then I get like this
and it isn’t hard to see
but the old man in the kitchen
i think he’s part of me
don’t say nothing bout the old house
cos I burned it to the ground
and when the darkness comes, I lie awake
playing lost and found
all at once
i break my silence
all at once
there’s no more hiding
and all he wants
is to show us how he feels
they’re all liars in the back room
watch them all go down
they can tell you what you want to hear
but they will never stick around
so don’t say nothing bout the old house
cos I burned it to the ground
and when the darkness comes I’ll lie and wait
still playing lost and found
all at once
i break my silence
all at once
there’s no more hiding
and all he wants is to show us how he feels
when he comes around
do not tell him nothing
do not make a sound
cos if he knows we’re there
he might tear his heart out
and beat us to death with it
i was too young to understand.
-Pete Yorn
If taken out of context, I think this song can say a lot. Or maybe it works better in context with "he" being....Life...perhaps? I guess it all depends on personal opinion and experience.
Ever wish you could just "fix" something, and just make it go away? (I love that song)
'Tis been a good weekend. Went to see Hidalgo on Friday. Good movie, some very BAD cowboy lines, great horse. I want him (the horse people!!)!!! Too bad Viggo bought him after the shoot.
Today was a good day. I accomplished many things I had been meaning to do for some time, both material, and otherwise. Last years show stuff is finally unpacked and clean.(only took me how many months.. yeah) I finally got Meaghan to Dodgeball. I had been meaning to for some time, throwing the idea back and fourth in my head. Today the move was made, and I thought it went well. I had fun, and I believe she did too.
Tomorrow begins yet another school week. But soon it will be over. :)
Today began with a horrible midterm.... but ended with a . . . well, many . . . happy notes.
I presented my information on THEM today. It was well received. Lots of questions. I think they took it well.
Instant messenger systems are proving to be a bit evasive, but I can't say many things have not been tried. Thank you.
Mom had interviews this evening, so I had the house to myself. Huge Thank you's to all my visitors.
Hehehe, Many of you may have received calls from Stats Canada recently, or at least those of you whom graduated in 2002. I got a follow-up call tonight. They guy was hilarious. I had to get him to call back as he called first in the middle of supper. He barely spoke english, but had a good understanding of the system. It was one of my more entertaining survey calls.
One more day of classes, then the weekend, and Hidalgo, and of course.... Dodgeball!!
A cryptic outline of my day:
New, Improved Frogsticks!!! Now frozen without preservatives.
The last peice of the Toblerone bar
"Hello My Baby"... I am so sorry Bernerd
Anyone remember . . . "Michigan J. Frog"
"Hello My Baby,
Hello My honey,
Hello My ragtime gal,
Send me a kiss by wire,
Baby, my heart's on fire !
If you refuse me,
Honey, you'll lose me,
Then you'll be left alone;
Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own"

Being as we are the human race, or at least most of us are, and we have to interact to sucessfully survive, people can make or brek the day for each other. Today people made my day. Thank you all.
I had so many random thoughts to post.. now i'm at loss for words....
Oh right!!
Thursday I will be presenting to a group of about 15 people, the evils of THEM, and some reasons why we have LFS. So Excited!
Learning life cycles is pointless.
If you have never listend to the band "The Darkness", then I think you should do so. The lead singer has the strangest voice. At first thought you would think it would be annoying, but it's not. Not at all.
Drinking jam is fun. But it has to be particularily liquidy if it is to be sipped through a straw.
Is it right to sharpen crayons?
Ahhhh dear. Much to say, but i don't feel like posting it all, takes too long, so I will ramble about what is on my mind at this moment. My Grandmother. . .
Not what you were expecting is it! Well, It's the truth. She has been through an amazing amount in the past few years. I really don't know how she does it.
She is from a family of all boys, and has four sons of her own. It's not even like she's a big woman who can "put them in their place". She's a shade under 5 feet (and shrinking i suppose) and a whopping 86 pounds!!! This being said she is by no means a healthy eating freak. I believe i have gotten at least part of my love for sugar from her. She is also an amazing cook. One of those people who can put anything in whatever she is making, and it will still turn out. Oh to have that talent! We have some great baking memories.
But I think the most amazing thing about my grandmother is her wit. She's 89 years old, and may not hear everything you say, but she can put two and two together, and she knows exactly what is going on, all of it. Her classic, is her fairwell comments, whether it be on the phone, or as you go out the door, she will always have the "last word".
Yup I definatly want to be like her when i grow up; Still working at 86(or no, but at least to be able to be still working), smart, loving, like the energiser bunny.
I hate writing posts like this, and I understand if you do not want to read it. You don't have to. I'm just typing random thoughts.
I got home late (er... early this morning?) last night, after some great sledding, and a movie, with wonderful company. So when my Mom woke me up to see if I was going out to breakfast with the Anne Store Gang, i was reluctant, as i was still in an unstable, sleepy state. She then presents me with two pieces of the paper. One had the memorium for my Grandfather. It's been one year today since his death. For some reason, today it seems all the more real.
The second piece was an obituary, for my riding coach/boss at the barn/genuine friend/(and serrogate father at times)'s father. He had died on Thursday. I have never met the man, as his son isn't a big talker, especially when it comes to family, but the fact that i didn't know him personally is irrelivant. It's still a loss to someone i care about.
So off I went and sent out the news to the Triangle. I knew nothing of the happenings, or how they were out at the barn, so we had to hypothesis a bit. I ended up trying to sleep some more, woke and called the barn looking for answers. Things are a bit more sorted out now.
A visit to my grandmother is in the cards for the day. Now, feeling very out of sorts (which is not helped by the lack of sleep over the past few nights) i am waiting for my family to come home. And you guys get to hear me babble.
Thank you for that chat Laura. I needed it.