Who doesn't love music of all kinds, right? I REALLY love it! (Well, most of it, anyway). You can't ask me what my favorite SONG is...because I could never tell ya. I'd need a separate list just for the Beatles songs! I actually made up a list once. I imagined, if I were stuck on an island somewhere, and I had two CD's with me...What would be on them? I'm amazed I got it down to 40! :). When it comes to Beatles songs, I do have my favorites, of course, but it's hard to pick them out because there are so many that I love. I'm the kinda person who will put my CD player on repeat and just hear the same song over and over. I remember once when I was trying to get over some guy, I put on "Better Than A Halelujah" (Amy Grant) and just let it play all night. What can I say...it made me feel better! :). But when I'm totally happy about something, I'll do this too. Anything that magnifies that joy beyond words. Sometimes the greatest thing can just be turning the radio up loud.
As I type this out, I've got "Fool on The Hill" in my headphones. A definite favorite! I've seen Paul McCartney twice, and when I hear that song, I think of him up on that revolving platform with his hand up going "Round and round and round and round"... Anyway, it's a memory I love, so I (love) to bring it back :). I'm not ashamed to say that I usually like my parents music even more than stuff of my generation. It's just better, somehow. Not that I don't have my own music that I love, but there's just something about older stuff that just...I don't know how to put it. Just heard "Mona Lisa's and Madhatters.". Elton John..."Tumbleweed Connection". Certainly, my mom's music (it's from 1971). But what a song! The title alone just kinda tickles the senses, you know? Like you go "What's that??". I have a total obsession with the mandolin too, so it's perfect! (Loggins & Messina are great for that). I first heard that song in "Almost Famous" (If you've never seen it...what's wrong with you!) :). Amazing movie!! But every song has a story to it, doesn't it? This to me, is so cool, there's the story that goes along with the writers and how the song came about, and then there's the memories each person has when they hear it. So awesome!
So, here's the top ten from each list...but of corse, the lists actually go on and on!
10. Good Night. The Beatles
9. Down on my Knees. Trisha Yearwood
8. How can we See That Far? Amy Grant
7. Blossom. James Taylor
6. Breath of Heaven. Amy Grant
5. Believe it or Not. James Taylor
4. Someone in the Dark. Michael Jackson
3. Touch Me With My Clothes On. Gilda Radner
2. True Love Ways. Buddy Holly
1. Hey Jude. The Beatles
Beatles
10. Good Night
9. The Word
8. While My Guitar Gently Weeps
7. Hide Your Love Away
6. Yes it is (Please Don't Wear Red)
5. Fool on The Hill
4. Elenor Rigby
3. The Long & Winding Road
2. Julia
1. Hey Jude
Man! Only ten BEATLES songs?? That's a travesty! There are just too many good ones! I feel like I'm being unfaithful, I left so many of them out. :). But, there ya go.
PS...if you ever wanna hear a song that sounds like it was just made in Heaven, try "Thunder Road," by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Amazing!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Secrets...
Have not stopped thinking about that young girl all night. (Read yesterday's post). I keep hearing The Carpenter's music going through my head. I'm sure it's because of what happened to Karen. Karen Carpenter Died in 1983 at the age of 32, due to complications of Anorexia Nervosa. Back then, the treatment for this disorder was only in it' infancy. Karen had gone to get treatment and therapy...but it seems to me that it was more at her friend's and families urging.
The way I understand it, someone made comments about Karen's weight, and Karen read them in an article. She'd been starving herself for several years when she died, and her brother Richard wondered how it was he had not noticed anything was wrong. Even with all that malnutrition, that phenomenal voice of Karen's had never seemed damaged in the least. That it It would seem to me that if a person really wants to hide something, they will. But what if they really are screaming for help the whole time? I think Karen Carpenter probably was. Somehow, I know that young girl is. (The one I saw yesterday). I fell asleep praying for her last night. I woke up and suddenly remembered Jesus asking his disciples if they could pray with him for one hour. :)
This is for anyone, woman, or man, who has a distorted body image...that is, you are harming yourself physically in some way, but in your mind, the end result would be positive. If you are throwing up, or just not eating at all to keep any hint of fat from showing up; if you're downing laxatives (which Karen did) in order to get everything out of your system; if you're taking any drugs that will either make you smaller...or bigger (like steroids); if you're addicted to (food, alcohol, drugs, porn) and you do it in the quiet, but secretly, you're screaming inside, wondering how long you can keep this up. Please do not be afraid to seek help. Talk to someone you trust. See a pastor, join a support group, do some online research and see what's out there. But do what you have to in order to get help, because I would challenge you: It's not losing weight, or getting bigger muscles, or becoming aroused...it's loneliness. It's a deep loneliness that keeps you running back to that "thing" either trying to fill yourself up, or empty yourself of something. Stop (please). Take some deep breaths. Get some good sleep. Get some help. Hang in there my friend!
"Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water I give them, will never thirst again, indeed, they shall become a spring of Water welling up to eternal life."
--John 4:13-14
The way I understand it, someone made comments about Karen's weight, and Karen read them in an article. She'd been starving herself for several years when she died, and her brother Richard wondered how it was he had not noticed anything was wrong. Even with all that malnutrition, that phenomenal voice of Karen's had never seemed damaged in the least. That it It would seem to me that if a person really wants to hide something, they will. But what if they really are screaming for help the whole time? I think Karen Carpenter probably was. Somehow, I know that young girl is. (The one I saw yesterday). I fell asleep praying for her last night. I woke up and suddenly remembered Jesus asking his disciples if they could pray with him for one hour. :)
This is for anyone, woman, or man, who has a distorted body image...that is, you are harming yourself physically in some way, but in your mind, the end result would be positive. If you are throwing up, or just not eating at all to keep any hint of fat from showing up; if you're downing laxatives (which Karen did) in order to get everything out of your system; if you're taking any drugs that will either make you smaller...or bigger (like steroids); if you're addicted to (food, alcohol, drugs, porn) and you do it in the quiet, but secretly, you're screaming inside, wondering how long you can keep this up. Please do not be afraid to seek help. Talk to someone you trust. See a pastor, join a support group, do some online research and see what's out there. But do what you have to in order to get help, because I would challenge you: It's not losing weight, or getting bigger muscles, or becoming aroused...it's loneliness. It's a deep loneliness that keeps you running back to that "thing" either trying to fill yourself up, or empty yourself of something. Stop (please). Take some deep breaths. Get some good sleep. Get some help. Hang in there my friend!
"Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water I give them, will never thirst again, indeed, they shall become a spring of Water welling up to eternal life."
--John 4:13-14
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Pray For Her...
I am truly scared for the girl I just saw in the doctor's office...
Two women came in, a mother and a daughter. The mother was in a motorized scooter chair. Her bag with everything she would need for a journey out into the heat was hanging on the back. Her daughter, the one I'm worried about...was so skinny, I could see the joints where her knees were. She was too tanned (orange) with blonde hair that was too thin...and she looked to me like she was literally wasting away. Her mother did not stop giving her orders, from the time they came in, until the time my mother and I left the office. Whether it was, needing her sweater on her shoulders, needing more toilet paper (as opposed to Kleenex), needing her SKIRT STRAIGHTENED... or needing to know why she had not yet been seen, because her appointment was at 1:15. The second they came into the office, this mother (whom I'm guessing was in her fifties) was already ordering this girl to grab something out of her bag. I'm guessing her daughter was no more then 21. She was built tiny anyway, but with her super tiny shorts and sleeveless tank top over her thin as a rail frame, she looked like she could've passed for a junior high student.
The mother talked so much, I got the feeling that this frail, young girl, was not able to breathe without permission. Her mother had to describe EVERYTHING ... The way she (herself) coughed, the way it hurt when she coughed, the way she breathed, and some other things, too gross to mention. Another lady in a wheelchair came in, and this mother, obsessed with all her symptoms began to tell her every single thing wrong with her while giving her daughter more orders. I really wondered if this obsessive, possessive mother was a hypo-chondriach. She had parked her scooter against the wall, but right next to the door where the doctors came out and the patients went in. She then took a charger out of her bag, which she dropped on the floor. I was concerned that someone may trip over it. A moment later, this lady asked me to pick it up for her and hand it to her.
I stood up, but stopped, because I was afraid, someone would open that door. Sure enough... a doctor did. At the same time, two patients were coming from the other way because he had just called their names. This lady's scooter was in the way, in any case, and so was her charger. She did not see the reasons that I had not moved, and she then asked me if I was okay, like I had not heard her. My overall impression of this woman was that she was completely unaware of anything anyone else was going through. The other lady in the wheelchair told her that as a rule, she never makes anyone in her family become her caretaker. She said it was because then they would feel like they never got a break. Somehow, I could tell, she was trying to stand up for this poor young girl, who could never do enough for her mother.
"She's gotten a break! I've been in the hospital for two weeks! I had two heart attacks!"
At this point, the young girl was out of the room. Shortly, she came back with more TP for her mother to blow her nose with. She took her seat next to me and played with her phone just waiting for her mother to give her the next order. My mother came out to the waiting room and we left. When we exited the elevator, we stopped at the ladies room. Mom, told me she'd be waiting outside for me, and right after that, someone else came in, and the girl in the stall next to me was vomiting. I told my mom the story after we got in the car.
"Was she the little blonde girl sitting next to you?"
I said that she was, and mom said that she was the one who'd gone into the ladies room right after she went out to wait for me.
I'd been sitting in that waiting room wondering how this poor girl dealt with all the stress her mother put on her. Now I had my answer...and my worst fears had been confirmed. I'd thought about it when I'd first seen her walk in the waiting room. Her lack of muscle mass alarmed me. But I dismissed what I was thinking. Now I had my answer. Poor thing! I felt belittled just sitting in the waiting room with her mother. I can't IMAGINE how this young, way too thin woman feels living with her. Anyone who read's this post...please pray for this young girl. I don't even know her name, but I know she's in trouble. Thank you.
Two women came in, a mother and a daughter. The mother was in a motorized scooter chair. Her bag with everything she would need for a journey out into the heat was hanging on the back. Her daughter, the one I'm worried about...was so skinny, I could see the joints where her knees were. She was too tanned (orange) with blonde hair that was too thin...and she looked to me like she was literally wasting away. Her mother did not stop giving her orders, from the time they came in, until the time my mother and I left the office. Whether it was, needing her sweater on her shoulders, needing more toilet paper (as opposed to Kleenex), needing her SKIRT STRAIGHTENED... or needing to know why she had not yet been seen, because her appointment was at 1:15. The second they came into the office, this mother (whom I'm guessing was in her fifties) was already ordering this girl to grab something out of her bag. I'm guessing her daughter was no more then 21. She was built tiny anyway, but with her super tiny shorts and sleeveless tank top over her thin as a rail frame, she looked like she could've passed for a junior high student.
The mother talked so much, I got the feeling that this frail, young girl, was not able to breathe without permission. Her mother had to describe EVERYTHING ... The way she (herself) coughed, the way it hurt when she coughed, the way she breathed, and some other things, too gross to mention. Another lady in a wheelchair came in, and this mother, obsessed with all her symptoms began to tell her every single thing wrong with her while giving her daughter more orders. I really wondered if this obsessive, possessive mother was a hypo-chondriach. She had parked her scooter against the wall, but right next to the door where the doctors came out and the patients went in. She then took a charger out of her bag, which she dropped on the floor. I was concerned that someone may trip over it. A moment later, this lady asked me to pick it up for her and hand it to her.
I stood up, but stopped, because I was afraid, someone would open that door. Sure enough... a doctor did. At the same time, two patients were coming from the other way because he had just called their names. This lady's scooter was in the way, in any case, and so was her charger. She did not see the reasons that I had not moved, and she then asked me if I was okay, like I had not heard her. My overall impression of this woman was that she was completely unaware of anything anyone else was going through. The other lady in the wheelchair told her that as a rule, she never makes anyone in her family become her caretaker. She said it was because then they would feel like they never got a break. Somehow, I could tell, she was trying to stand up for this poor young girl, who could never do enough for her mother.
"She's gotten a break! I've been in the hospital for two weeks! I had two heart attacks!"
At this point, the young girl was out of the room. Shortly, she came back with more TP for her mother to blow her nose with. She took her seat next to me and played with her phone just waiting for her mother to give her the next order. My mother came out to the waiting room and we left. When we exited the elevator, we stopped at the ladies room. Mom, told me she'd be waiting outside for me, and right after that, someone else came in, and the girl in the stall next to me was vomiting. I told my mom the story after we got in the car.
"Was she the little blonde girl sitting next to you?"
I said that she was, and mom said that she was the one who'd gone into the ladies room right after she went out to wait for me.
I'd been sitting in that waiting room wondering how this poor girl dealt with all the stress her mother put on her. Now I had my answer...and my worst fears had been confirmed. I'd thought about it when I'd first seen her walk in the waiting room. Her lack of muscle mass alarmed me. But I dismissed what I was thinking. Now I had my answer. Poor thing! I felt belittled just sitting in the waiting room with her mother. I can't IMAGINE how this young, way too thin woman feels living with her. Anyone who read's this post...please pray for this young girl. I don't even know her name, but I know she's in trouble. Thank you.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Very Cool Cat...
We have an inside cat, and a sliding glass door. Our kitty has two cat trees and several toys. Everyday, she takes her place either up on her perches or down below in summer where it's cooler. One morning, I woke up to find another kitty out on our patio, wanting to play with our cat. Our cat backed up curiously, as the outside cat gently came forward and sniffed her. He (we think it's a "he"), rubbed his head on the glass and cooed at her.
Our cat stumbled backwards...startled. The hair stood up on her back, just in case this stranger did not have the best motives in mind. The outside cat batted a paw at her, and she backed up again.. Now, the whole time, this was going on, I was talking to the outside cat..."Hi Sweetie...come here"...that sorta thing. The outside kitty only wanted to play...at least, I thought so. It was okay because the two furry friends had a glass door between them. They could check one another out, but with no unnecessary fear of a sudden cat fight.
Our cat had never seen another cat before, accept through our kitchen window. This, however, was up close and personal. She could be fascinated with this "New guy" but not be hurt. She backed up and whined a bit, but then realized that this kitty was friendly. They stared at each other and played a bit...through the glass. Eventually, the outside kitty disappeared under our awning, and went on another adventure. Our, kitty, unable to get outside, sat at the door, staring out...looking completely confused. Where had he gone, and why couldn't she go? I reasoned that if this cat had been to our place for one visit...he would most certainly be back. Of course, I talk to our cat, so I said "Don't worry, he'll be back honey.". Sure enough, he did come back. It was either that night, or the next day, but this new friend stopped in to hang out. The two laid down and rolled over a few times...then, sat up, but they were still reclined. They literally looked like they were conversing. The outside kitty stayed a little while and then disappeared.
So, the visits have continued...even now. Sometimes the outside kitty would wait a few days, and then come back. Sometimes he'd come twice in a day. Sometimes, he'll show up on the patio in the middle of the night, meowing with distinct "vibrato"... as though he were letting her know he's here. But he always makes a distinct attempt to come and see her, as though he loves her company and wants to play. No worries of harm coming to either because they have protection between them...but just watching them act silly when they enjoy each other's company. It's as though the outside kitty knows our cat does not go out...so he comes to her! I find it interesting, because our cat has never even been out roaming around. Although, we've held her and walked outside with her. She's very playful and spends most of her day in front of the glass, letting the sun bathe her in it's light, letting all of her markings show. Our place, is literally, back in a corner. Pizza delivery guys get lost trying to find us.
AND YET...
This tenacious kitty found our cat... has formed an attachment to her, is now making regular visits to her house and has, if you will, "adopted" all of us! I do believe this is called pursuit. It occurred to me this morning, as I was watching them just enjoy each other, that this is the entire art of showing an interest in someone...all played out before me....with a couple of cats! No searching (not on the part of the female) she was right in place, and he couldn't help but see her. We've now taken to teasing our cat, telling her that she has a boyfriend! All this, and she wasn't even trying! I must say... I think there is a major lesson to be learned here! Gee, can I trade lives with a cat?? :)
Our cat stumbled backwards...startled. The hair stood up on her back, just in case this stranger did not have the best motives in mind. The outside cat batted a paw at her, and she backed up again.. Now, the whole time, this was going on, I was talking to the outside cat..."Hi Sweetie...come here"...that sorta thing. The outside kitty only wanted to play...at least, I thought so. It was okay because the two furry friends had a glass door between them. They could check one another out, but with no unnecessary fear of a sudden cat fight.
Our cat had never seen another cat before, accept through our kitchen window. This, however, was up close and personal. She could be fascinated with this "New guy" but not be hurt. She backed up and whined a bit, but then realized that this kitty was friendly. They stared at each other and played a bit...through the glass. Eventually, the outside kitty disappeared under our awning, and went on another adventure. Our, kitty, unable to get outside, sat at the door, staring out...looking completely confused. Where had he gone, and why couldn't she go? I reasoned that if this cat had been to our place for one visit...he would most certainly be back. Of course, I talk to our cat, so I said "Don't worry, he'll be back honey.". Sure enough, he did come back. It was either that night, or the next day, but this new friend stopped in to hang out. The two laid down and rolled over a few times...then, sat up, but they were still reclined. They literally looked like they were conversing. The outside kitty stayed a little while and then disappeared.
So, the visits have continued...even now. Sometimes the outside kitty would wait a few days, and then come back. Sometimes he'd come twice in a day. Sometimes, he'll show up on the patio in the middle of the night, meowing with distinct "vibrato"... as though he were letting her know he's here. But he always makes a distinct attempt to come and see her, as though he loves her company and wants to play. No worries of harm coming to either because they have protection between them...but just watching them act silly when they enjoy each other's company. It's as though the outside kitty knows our cat does not go out...so he comes to her! I find it interesting, because our cat has never even been out roaming around. Although, we've held her and walked outside with her. She's very playful and spends most of her day in front of the glass, letting the sun bathe her in it's light, letting all of her markings show. Our place, is literally, back in a corner. Pizza delivery guys get lost trying to find us.
AND YET...
This tenacious kitty found our cat... has formed an attachment to her, is now making regular visits to her house and has, if you will, "adopted" all of us! I do believe this is called pursuit. It occurred to me this morning, as I was watching them just enjoy each other, that this is the entire art of showing an interest in someone...all played out before me....with a couple of cats! No searching (not on the part of the female) she was right in place, and he couldn't help but see her. We've now taken to teasing our cat, telling her that she has a boyfriend! All this, and she wasn't even trying! I must say... I think there is a major lesson to be learned here! Gee, can I trade lives with a cat?? :)
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