Reds finally won! Yay!
Ok, I admit I have been derelict in my duties to maintain and update this exciting story of my daily activities. Had I known so many of you would be truly interested, I'd have made up some much more outrageous stuff to share.
Funny, but old, story about my daughter came to mind today. On the road to a church retreat in Columbus, we saw something up ahead in the road. Decided that it really couldn't be whatever we initially thought it might be..then daughter said that maybe it truly WAS, because you just never know - after all Dorothy's TRAILER dropped right in the middle of Oz. Wondering at the totally deprived childhood I must have given her if her memories of Dorothy find her in a trailer, I commented that she must be thinking about the "white trash" version of the story. (This comment being based on a previous conversation among her friends about white trash defined as trailer-living, bonbon-eating, curlered-hair, spandex-wearing sorts of folks.) Already halfway to hilarity on the road anyway (as we usually are) I believe that comment got us the rest of the way and we laughed till we cried for another ten miles - breaking up repeatedly just as we would sort of regain control - when one of us would think about it again.
Fast forward to several hours later, well into the first evening of the retreat. We are sitting side by side in a darkened chapel and the pastor is starting a very serious and spiritual meditation on the prodigal son (daughter). One of the first sentences out of his mouth was that we humans always think the grass is always greener on the other side...or that our happiness lies just over the rainbow as did Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Well, needless to say, by the end of the meditation (which I really don't remember any more of) we had much from which to repent. The tears springing to our eyes were not a movement of the spirit, and we absolutely could NOT look at each other until we left the chapel. This, my friends, is what I will miss when this child/woman goes to Europe! :)
I am happy that the Reds won today, for the first time in 8, that's right - 8, games. I wish that we could just find a team and stick with it. Quit moving these guys around like Julia Robert's lovers. Let them get comfortable and I predict that they will start swinging the bats as a team again. My two cents worth.
Had a fun time today in the car with Kimberly, waiting for Archie (my mom-in-law) to come out of her Dr. appointment. With clouds starting to look pretty serious on the horizon and thunder booming in the distance, I wanted to find something to distract the 7 yr. old from the weather. We started to play her Disney songs tape and singing all the parts. She sings a pretty good "Little Mermaid" and a great little Acuna Matata (sp?) from Lion King. It amazes me how talented those singers are on the Disney stuff...they portray such personality through the music. My favorite is probably the Alladin songs. "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me" is such fun. People who are unwilling to be goofy just are not on my "A" list. Of course, there are some who have a little trouble figuring out when to STOP being goofy.
Waiting for my new accompaniment cd to come in (hopefully tomorrow). I am singing this Sunday and I think that I found a pretty good song for my range. It's by Kathy Troccoli and it's titled "My Life is in Your Hands". I got her cd with the track on it and have been singing with that until my order comes in, just to learn the song. It's really not fair...my voice has definitely changed in the last few years, and not for the better. I mean, it's still passable and I still enjoy singing, but just when my confidence is okay about singing in front of people, my voice goes south. I wish I could help Katrina get past her nervousness about singing in front of folks so that they could hear her sing like I have. She thinks too much. Worries too much about it being a "performance" instead of just doing the music like she would at home.
Well, I figure even if I mess up, it's for God and he'll appreciate the effort.
Till next time...
Funny, but old, story about my daughter came to mind today. On the road to a church retreat in Columbus, we saw something up ahead in the road. Decided that it really couldn't be whatever we initially thought it might be..then daughter said that maybe it truly WAS, because you just never know - after all Dorothy's TRAILER dropped right in the middle of Oz. Wondering at the totally deprived childhood I must have given her if her memories of Dorothy find her in a trailer, I commented that she must be thinking about the "white trash" version of the story. (This comment being based on a previous conversation among her friends about white trash defined as trailer-living, bonbon-eating, curlered-hair, spandex-wearing sorts of folks.) Already halfway to hilarity on the road anyway (as we usually are) I believe that comment got us the rest of the way and we laughed till we cried for another ten miles - breaking up repeatedly just as we would sort of regain control - when one of us would think about it again.
Fast forward to several hours later, well into the first evening of the retreat. We are sitting side by side in a darkened chapel and the pastor is starting a very serious and spiritual meditation on the prodigal son (daughter). One of the first sentences out of his mouth was that we humans always think the grass is always greener on the other side...or that our happiness lies just over the rainbow as did Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Well, needless to say, by the end of the meditation (which I really don't remember any more of) we had much from which to repent. The tears springing to our eyes were not a movement of the spirit, and we absolutely could NOT look at each other until we left the chapel. This, my friends, is what I will miss when this child/woman goes to Europe! :)
I am happy that the Reds won today, for the first time in 8, that's right - 8, games. I wish that we could just find a team and stick with it. Quit moving these guys around like Julia Robert's lovers. Let them get comfortable and I predict that they will start swinging the bats as a team again. My two cents worth.
Had a fun time today in the car with Kimberly, waiting for Archie (my mom-in-law) to come out of her Dr. appointment. With clouds starting to look pretty serious on the horizon and thunder booming in the distance, I wanted to find something to distract the 7 yr. old from the weather. We started to play her Disney songs tape and singing all the parts. She sings a pretty good "Little Mermaid" and a great little Acuna Matata (sp?) from Lion King. It amazes me how talented those singers are on the Disney stuff...they portray such personality through the music. My favorite is probably the Alladin songs. "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me" is such fun. People who are unwilling to be goofy just are not on my "A" list. Of course, there are some who have a little trouble figuring out when to STOP being goofy.
Waiting for my new accompaniment cd to come in (hopefully tomorrow). I am singing this Sunday and I think that I found a pretty good song for my range. It's by Kathy Troccoli and it's titled "My Life is in Your Hands". I got her cd with the track on it and have been singing with that until my order comes in, just to learn the song. It's really not fair...my voice has definitely changed in the last few years, and not for the better. I mean, it's still passable and I still enjoy singing, but just when my confidence is okay about singing in front of people, my voice goes south. I wish I could help Katrina get past her nervousness about singing in front of folks so that they could hear her sing like I have. She thinks too much. Worries too much about it being a "performance" instead of just doing the music like she would at home.
Well, I figure even if I mess up, it's for God and he'll appreciate the effort.
Till next time...