Lost Thoughts

My heart beats, in tune with yours.
My mouth runs dry, with the words I can't form.
My fingers tingle, I can barely move.
I no longer know what to say, what to do.
I get some feeling back, as your hand grasps mine.
Pulled into your embrace, like we're frozen in time.
My heart picks up, racing fast.
I'm hoping that this moment will last.
Your breath lingers by my ear
As you whisper, words so sincere.
Lowering lips, touching gently
Slowly first, then with more intensity.
Pulling back, your smile lights your eyes.
Glowing bright, like a fiery sunrise.
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
I wonder as, again, we start to kiss.

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When You Procrastinate

When you procrastinate, a fairy loses her wings.
She tries & tries to flutter & flit, but she can't do anything.

When you procrastinate, an elf loses his voice.
He wants to sing instead of dance, but now he has no choice.

When you procrastinate, a drangon loses his breath.
He wants to help you with your warmth, but now he's just depressed.

When you procrastinate, a nymph can't escape.
She moves & struggles & tries to get away, but it's like shes frosen with invisible duct tape.

When you procrastinate, a unicorn loses his horn.
He's beauty & grace is gone from him, & now he's forlorn.

When you procrastinate, a monster loses his hair.
It means the world to him, although you may not care.

So the next time you procrastinate, remember this warning well.
For the next time they procrastinate, what you'll lose, I cannot tell.

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On the Brink

Shaking, quaking
Feeling it to the soul.
No longer able,
Losing control.
Trying, failing
No strength to win.
Collapsing, fastly
My world within.
Silent screaming,
Breath racing.
Heart pounding,
Holding, bracing.
Falling quickly,
No choice to stand.
Grasping, trying
To find strength again.

We took dad out for Father's Day today. Lunch and a Movie. At lunch, somehow, an old favorite song of ours came up. This is what we kinda sorta remembered....

"I woke up this morning and there upon the wall the 'skeeters and the bed bugs were playing a game of ball the score was 9 to nothin' the skeeters were ahead the bed bugs hit a home-run and knocked me outta bed. I'm singing oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang I went down stairs for breakfast I ordered eggs and ham I ate so many pickles the juice ran down my leg I'm singing oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang"

But the conversation went more like this:

Oh, do you remember that one song? "I woke up this morning and there upon the wall....."
Yes!
"...The skeeters and the bed bugs were playing a game of ball the score was nine to nothing, the skeeters were ahead, the bed bugs hit a homerun and knocked me outta bed..."
(almost everyone joins in at this point)
"I'm singing, oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang, I'm singing, oo ee oo ah ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang."
What's next?
Wasn't it something about a closet or something?
No, something about breakfast, oh "I went downstair for breakfast, I ordered......eggs and ham...." then "I ate so many pickles the juice ran down my leg" or something in between I don't know.
I think there's something about a closet in there somewhere.
Dosen't in end in someone falling down a hole?
"there is a hole and the green grass grows all around all around..."
Sarah, you're confusing two different songs.
No I'm not, he falls in a hole!
No, you are.
No there's something to do with a hole.....

so getting home, I goolge'd it and here's what I found under "Ting Tang, Walla Walla Bing Bang":

I told the witch doctor I was in love with you I told the witch doctor I was in love with you And then the witch doctor He told me what to do He said that Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang... Ooo eee ,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla ,bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang I told the witch doctor You didn't love me true I told the witch doctor You didn't love me nice And then the witch doctor He gave me this advice He said that Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang... Ooo eee ,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla ,bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang You've been keeping love from me Just like you were a miser
And i'll admit i wasn't very smart So i went out and found myself A guy that's so much wiser And he taught me the way to win your heart My friend the witch doctor He taught me what to say My friend the witch doctor He taught me what to do I know that you'll be mine When i say this to you Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang... Ooo eee ,ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla ,bing bang Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla bing bang

and the closet thing I could find to "the Bed Bug Song" that we remembered was: 

I woke up Monday morning and I looked up on the wall The bedbugs and mosquitoes Were playing a game of ball. The score was nine-to-nothing, The skeeters were ahead. The bedbugs hit a home run And knocked me out of bed! Eenie meenie and a-miny-mo Catch a whippersnapper by the toe And if he holler hollers don't you let him go Singing eenie-meenie and a-miny-mo My father gave me a nickel, My mother gave me a dime My sister has a boyfriend Who looks like Frankenstein My father is a lawyer, My mother is a spy And I'm the little puppy Who told the FBI! I went down to the kitchen I ordered ham and eggs I ate so many pickles That the juice ran down my leg I went into the sewer And that is how I died They didn't call it murder They called it "sewer-side!"

I hope you guys enjoy these songs as much as we did, and still do. A walk down memory lane is always fun... hehe,

now off to go see 300 chao.

“yellow spider, yellow leaf, confirms my deepest held belief.”

- mewithoutYou: Yellow Spider

 

It’s about time for an update right? Well of course it is, considering my mother keeps telling me I need to. But what do you do when you have nothing worth saying? I don’t wanna drone on and on about how life is boring or busy and what not. I want to spend my time saying something thoughtful and make you think. I wanna say something with meaning. So how do you write about nothing and make it something?

 

“there will never be a day when I don’t think of you.”
- Emmy Rossum: Think of Me

 

I love to write. It just pours out of me. Most of the time. However, I hate it when I sit down to write and I can’t think. This just seems to happen quite often lately. Like I’m a well that has run dry. Other times it just comes naturally. But lately, I can’t write, and when I can’t write, I can’t think. I hate this feeling, like I can’t accomplish anything.

 

“dream when you’re feeling blue, dream that’s the thing to do.”
- Michael Bublé: Dream

 

I finally have a video camera. I got it from my parents for my 17^th birthday. At last, I can live what I love. I took it with me over the weekend to Texas. However, most the videos I have are ones someone else was taking. It seems everyone stole from me to record anything and everything. My cousins then also felt free to delete anything that was on it... that part I didn’t quite appreciate. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now can I? Anyway, but I’m finally going to be able to make “movies” and music videos. To do what I desperately love. I can’t wait. I’m in the process of taking the clips from this weekend and creating a little short film of the reunion. I just wish I could have gotten more.

 

“I left that sun sinking west in California, I was s’posed to stay in LA a few more weeks, but the next time that ole sun and I meet up again I’ll be a thousand miles east.”
- Dierks Bentley: Soon As You Can

 

I wanna go on a rode trip. I don’t care with who. I just want to up and leave and travel America. Follow Route 66 across the nation. I wanna be with friends blaring the stereo with “road trip music” like Michael Jackson or Elton John. The Eagles, the Beatles, OK Go, Foreigner, and even Styx. I want to go see Niagara Falls and the Liberty Bell. I want to see the Grand Canyon. I want to see where Martin Luther King made his speech and where he died too. I want to walk down Beal Street (again). I want to go watch a Broadway in New York. I want to experience the history of America.

 

“and you’re the perfect thing to say. & You play your card, but it’s kinda cute, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.”

- Michael Bublé: Everything

 

One last thing, spoons is a deadly game. I’m serious. I have a cut on my finger from playing in Texas with my cousins. It hurts. But heck, I won! So go grab you’re family/friends, pile up with a lot of people playing. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.

 

“so la la la la la la la, so la la la la la la la la la la”

- Michael Bublé: Everything

"The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thought. Those who decide to use a leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others." -- William Lyon Phelps

I've been in a "weird" music mood lately. I've listened to "select" country, Jazz, "select" Rap... so on and so forth. The current songs stuck in my head are....."I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind, I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time." and "Life ain't always beautiful, sometimes it's just plain hard....Life ain't always beautiful but it's a beautiful ride." and "I put a spell on you, because you're mine." and "Miss me baby, till you can't take it no more, I'm a man i was wrong forgive me come back home, I'll be waiting, right here waiting. Miss me baby." and "I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned in awe of the one who gave it all, I'll stand my soul Lord to You surrender all I am is yours." and "To really love a woman you've to understand her, you've gotta know her deep inside, hear every thought see every dream, to give her wings when she wants to fly, and when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms you know you really love a woman...Tell me have you ever really, really really ever loved a woman." Bryan Adams is amazing. :) But there's my music pallet.  Interesting enough eh?

I just finished reading a really good book. Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker's House. I'd recommend it to anyone. Over the age of 13 that is. It's certainly not a "bedtime" story. But it will be one heck of a movie! I cannot wait! I loved how the wrote it. How they mirrored Satan. He's just like that. He uses our own hearts and minds against us. And the only way to be saved is too. "Look to the light." When I finished it, I passed it on to my lovely sister Sarah, and then started on some chick book that my friend Patricia and I were making fun of so I had to read it for myself. Very "sappy". But a fun read all the same.
 
Its amazing what a picture can do ain't it? It can capture a moment in time that is so precious, so valuable. That's how I felt seeing those pictures of Kenneth and I. It was a moment I could never get back, but I would cherish those pictures for a life time. Recently I was looking for the bread machine, my search lead me out to the shed. While looking, I found an old photo album. In it, was pictures of me and my siblings, when we were young. One of my favorites shows Tyler, Jotham, and I asleep in the backseat of the car. Just like old times. Tyler would fall asleep, I'd nod off on his shoulder, then Jotham would fall asleep on my shoulder.

I found another favorite of my Great-Grandma and Jotham and I sitting on her lap and that brings me to my good company. Seeing it sent a few memories flashing before my eyes, my favorite memory with my Mimi is also when I fell in love with coffee. We technically, I hated it. It was bitter and nasty. But absence makes the heart grow founder does it not? (by that I mean I didn't try it again for quite sometime.) Back to the memory, we were having breakfast with my family in the old Eggbert's in Bartelsville. I was sitting beside Mimi and when my mom left to go to the bathroom, Mimi snuck me a sip of her coffee. I remember being so happy because I got a drink of the "Grown-Up" drink. My family has always been good company to me. Every time my grandparents are home, I jump at just even the mention of going to see them. At Grandma's table, I've found all the company I need even if it is just her and me, or if its a table full of relatives and strangers.

Conversation just fits right in with Grandma's house. There is always some conversation going on, whether its about the weather, or Pastor Tidwell's retirement. Conversation ceases to quit. Last night, our  family night conversation consisted mostly of "trying to get you to guess this word". But it was conversation none the less. We had a blast, laughing about how far off track we'd get. Or about how we'd try to explain something and end up going in circles. Right now I can't wait to go back to Grandma's house for some good conversation, because last time we were there. I had a migraine and laid in bed watching TV. Not the best of days for me.

There is hardly anything I love more than music books pictures company and conversation.

Morgan's here,
:)
Yay!!!
We're going to the zoo on Saturday :).
Can't wait.
Then Sunday, Corey and Marv (probably) are coming to watch Psycho
Great movie :)
Love y'all