People keep asking me what I want for Christmas.. and I never have a really good answer, apparently love and world peace is beyond reach. :P
I came up with THE best idea for a Christmas present.. or hell, ANY present for me. Music. Now before ya'll run out and buy me cd's and what not.. here's the catch. I don't want a cd or gift card to I-tunes or whatever.. I want you to MAKE me a cd. Yep, I want YOU to make ME a cd. Sounds simple right? Just to make it so you have to put a little more thought in it.. here's a list of songs I want from you.
1. A song that reminds you of me
2. Your favorite song
3. A song that reminds you of high school
4. A love song
5. A song that inspires you
6. A silly song or song that makes you smile
7. A song that you're not overly fond of, but you have because it was on a CD with a song that you liked
8. A song with a political message
9. An obscure song that nobody has ever heard of
10. A song that mentions a color in it
11. A song with the letter X somewhere in the title
12. A song you think that I'd like
13. A song with my name, your name, or a name of a close friend of ours in it
14. An Elvis song
15. A song you randomly selected from your music player
Not to hard right? Tell you what.. you make me a cd, and I'll make you a cd and we'll see what we come up with. :) Could be fun.. 'cause you know there will have to be some explaining on alot of the songs that are come up with! :)
Just an idea ya' know? Music makes my world go 'round... and what better way to get exposed to new and different music?
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
No title today..
Today would have been mom and dad's 38th anniversary.. we celebrated it because mom still feels very much married. In all my life, I've seen some pretty impressive love stories.. but none of them have given me as much faith in love as that of my parents. Mom always tells us about how her and dad met at church.. she was 13 and he was going on 20, she fell in love with him the second they met. They didn't start dating until she was 17, and they got married a few months later. December 6, 1969.. they were married in a chapel at NTC in San Diego. Seeing them together was amazing.. they still held hands when they walked and they gave each other kisses often. I know often times people say you can see the emotions between people.. well, you could definitely see the love between my parents.
When dad got sick, he fought hard.. and so did mom. She stayed by his side and made sure that he was taken care of.. I remember once when dad went into the hospital for surgery the June before he passed away, the nurses were short staffed and they kind of ignored dad.. he had already been on a feeding tube for a year so he had a liquid diet. The nurses gave him two Ensures (he had six of those a day) in a 12 hour period.. mom asked why they weren't giving him more and they didn't have a suitable answer.. she called the nutritionist and dad's primary doctor.. they got the ball rolling, not only did those nurses bring him his food whenever he wanted, but they let mom feed him after that. The last few months were bad.. the bone in dad's jaw had died and you could smell it rotting away. His doctor made a comment about it and that set mom off. No way was someone going to give dad a bad time when he was fighting so hard and couldn't help things that happened ya' know?
So December 8th will be nine months that dad has been gone. Today I weep not for myself and the fact I miss him, but because one of the greatest loves in the world was cut to short.. mom is a strong woman, but I know that she hurts more then words can say. She doesn't ever really show it to us though.. for us she stays strong.
Mom always tells us that she hopes someday that me and my sisters find a love like she had.. I think she's right. It's kind of funny.. all of her girls have been single for most of our lives. We've all dated and had serious relationships.. but for the last ten years all of us have pretty much been uninvolved. I guess we're all waiting for someone who meets our standards.. rofl, we're pretty picky eh?
When dad got sick, he fought hard.. and so did mom. She stayed by his side and made sure that he was taken care of.. I remember once when dad went into the hospital for surgery the June before he passed away, the nurses were short staffed and they kind of ignored dad.. he had already been on a feeding tube for a year so he had a liquid diet. The nurses gave him two Ensures (he had six of those a day) in a 12 hour period.. mom asked why they weren't giving him more and they didn't have a suitable answer.. she called the nutritionist and dad's primary doctor.. they got the ball rolling, not only did those nurses bring him his food whenever he wanted, but they let mom feed him after that. The last few months were bad.. the bone in dad's jaw had died and you could smell it rotting away. His doctor made a comment about it and that set mom off. No way was someone going to give dad a bad time when he was fighting so hard and couldn't help things that happened ya' know?
So December 8th will be nine months that dad has been gone. Today I weep not for myself and the fact I miss him, but because one of the greatest loves in the world was cut to short.. mom is a strong woman, but I know that she hurts more then words can say. She doesn't ever really show it to us though.. for us she stays strong.
Mom always tells us that she hopes someday that me and my sisters find a love like she had.. I think she's right. It's kind of funny.. all of her girls have been single for most of our lives. We've all dated and had serious relationships.. but for the last ten years all of us have pretty much been uninvolved. I guess we're all waiting for someone who meets our standards.. rofl, we're pretty picky eh?
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