Been listening to this song by PINK over and over again today. I love everything about it. The words, the melody, the emotion, the meaning it has for me, and the raw truth of it all. So if you haven't heard it, look up "Glitter in the Air" and have a listen. It's simply beautiful. Here are the lyrics:
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the ice burg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breath before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Callin' me sugar
You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Laugh so the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Good Times
Tonight my good friend Marjorie came over to watch Lost and just hang out. I met Marge in 1998 in the Hoogle Hall dormitory of Westminster College (I seriously can't believe I have known this wonderful woman for 12 years now as it just doesn't seem possible that it has been that long since I first started college) and we have been great friends ever since.
Marge was my life saver during college. I was missing home, my parents, my friends, my at-the-time boyfriend, and basically the all-around life I was comfortable with. So many things had changed in over the course of one summer: I graduated high school, I packed up my life, I moved to Salt Lake, I started college. Marge represented the promise of a big smile, a contagious laugh, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and security in a non-judgemental friendship. I honestly believe there are certain people you meet in life at certain times for one specific reason: you need them. I needed Marge, more than I even realized at that time, but I'm able to look back now and understand just how important it was that she entered my life during that difficult time.
During our many crazy nights in the co-ed dorms where we lived, we ended up hanging out in the lobby with the guys. Marge and I seemed to gravitate more to them than the girls. To be honest, we had some really fun and down to earth guys living on our floor, while the girls seemed to be more up tight, prissy, and mostly consumed with impressing the guys. Marge and I weren't like those girls. We were comfortable in our own skin and could have a good time just being ourselves. Looking back now, I think the guys appreciated that and felt more comfortable hanging out with us than the other girls. Marge and I ended up developing some really great friendships with a lot of them, too.
One of the many crazy things we liked to do was record ourselves being silly. I had a hand held tape recorder at the time, that I used to record lectures in my more difficult classes so that if I wasn't able to take notes fast enough or missed something in lecture, I had it captured on tape... That was the main purpose of me having the tape recorder, but really it became more of a means of entertainment for Marge and I. We recorded everything. Every stupid little hang out session, conversation, laugh, etc... Don't ask me why, it was just something we did.
Tonight when she came down to visit me, she brought a tape of one of our "poetry sessions" with her. Let me explain...We used to do random poetry readings in southern accents. These were spontaneous readings if you will, and usually were created based on the name and character of someone living on our floor. For example, my college roommate's name was Loraine, so a poetry reading might go something like this:
Loraine,
She lived in Maine
She's not very plain
She's kinda of insane
But we love her all the same
Loraine.
Creative eh? LOL (you are probably rolling your eyes this very second, but trust me, our poetry readings were a combination of late nights, being silly, and trying to save ourselves from the day in and day out homework routine). Hey, it kept us entertained.
Anyway, back to the point. Tonight Marge came over with one of these tapes. Lucky for her, my Audi has a tape player in it so Marge, our friend Dave, KeeLee and I all climbed into the car and listened to the tape.
We laughed and laughed and laughed. And it brought back great memories for me. Memories of how fun those difficult college days were. Memories of how silly we could be and yet have a wonderful time. Memories of how important those college days were in helping to shape the person I have become.
If you ever have the opportunity to go back in time be it through a recording, a picture, a year book or a phone call to an old friend, DO IT. It's like chicken soup for the soul, and you might just find a little piece of you that you didn't even know was missing.
Thanks Marge! Thanks for the crazy nights then, and the one we had tonight. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed those spontaneous "poetry readings" in "noon-a-maker" with the "beater stick" and thanks for being the wonderful friend that you are! Love you :)
Marge was my life saver during college. I was missing home, my parents, my friends, my at-the-time boyfriend, and basically the all-around life I was comfortable with. So many things had changed in over the course of one summer: I graduated high school, I packed up my life, I moved to Salt Lake, I started college. Marge represented the promise of a big smile, a contagious laugh, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and security in a non-judgemental friendship. I honestly believe there are certain people you meet in life at certain times for one specific reason: you need them. I needed Marge, more than I even realized at that time, but I'm able to look back now and understand just how important it was that she entered my life during that difficult time.
During our many crazy nights in the co-ed dorms where we lived, we ended up hanging out in the lobby with the guys. Marge and I seemed to gravitate more to them than the girls. To be honest, we had some really fun and down to earth guys living on our floor, while the girls seemed to be more up tight, prissy, and mostly consumed with impressing the guys. Marge and I weren't like those girls. We were comfortable in our own skin and could have a good time just being ourselves. Looking back now, I think the guys appreciated that and felt more comfortable hanging out with us than the other girls. Marge and I ended up developing some really great friendships with a lot of them, too.
One of the many crazy things we liked to do was record ourselves being silly. I had a hand held tape recorder at the time, that I used to record lectures in my more difficult classes so that if I wasn't able to take notes fast enough or missed something in lecture, I had it captured on tape... That was the main purpose of me having the tape recorder, but really it became more of a means of entertainment for Marge and I. We recorded everything. Every stupid little hang out session, conversation, laugh, etc... Don't ask me why, it was just something we did.
Tonight when she came down to visit me, she brought a tape of one of our "poetry sessions" with her. Let me explain...We used to do random poetry readings in southern accents. These were spontaneous readings if you will, and usually were created based on the name and character of someone living on our floor. For example, my college roommate's name was Loraine, so a poetry reading might go something like this:
Loraine,
She lived in Maine
She's not very plain
She's kinda of insane
But we love her all the same
Loraine.
Creative eh? LOL (you are probably rolling your eyes this very second, but trust me, our poetry readings were a combination of late nights, being silly, and trying to save ourselves from the day in and day out homework routine). Hey, it kept us entertained.
Anyway, back to the point. Tonight Marge came over with one of these tapes. Lucky for her, my Audi has a tape player in it so Marge, our friend Dave, KeeLee and I all climbed into the car and listened to the tape.
We laughed and laughed and laughed. And it brought back great memories for me. Memories of how fun those difficult college days were. Memories of how silly we could be and yet have a wonderful time. Memories of how important those college days were in helping to shape the person I have become.
If you ever have the opportunity to go back in time be it through a recording, a picture, a year book or a phone call to an old friend, DO IT. It's like chicken soup for the soul, and you might just find a little piece of you that you didn't even know was missing.
Thanks Marge! Thanks for the crazy nights then, and the one we had tonight. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed those spontaneous "poetry readings" in "noon-a-maker" with the "beater stick" and thanks for being the wonderful friend that you are! Love you :)
Monday, May 17, 2010
What's Worse?
Being the one who leaves or the one who gets left behind?
If you ask KeeLee, it's the being the one who gets left behind. I see little sad eyes whenever I grab my car keys and mention the phrase "You have to stay, baby." Breaks my heart cuz she wants to go for a ride in the car so bad. Sometimes she even jets out the door before I can stop her and waits by my car as if this time will somehow be different.
This week Michael is in D.C. giving a speech on an audit he did as well as attending the National Auditors Conference. He left this morning at 7:45 and won't be back until Friday and I'm already going stir crazy. Granted, he'd be at work right now anyway if he were here, but at least I know that means he's coming home at 5:30. What am I going to do till Friday? I HATE being bored. HATE IT!
That, and I miss him. I already did the whole Michael is 3,000 miles away for the first year and a half of our marriage, but it seems that every other month he's got some work trip to go on. Since January alone he's been to New Orleans for two weeks, St. George for a week, now DC for a week and then we're looking at another week long trip in June followed by yet another one in July. I really don't like it all that much, but I guess that's the life of a fancy schmancy Homeland Security Auditor.
If you ask KeeLee, it's the being the one who gets left behind. I see little sad eyes whenever I grab my car keys and mention the phrase "You have to stay, baby." Breaks my heart cuz she wants to go for a ride in the car so bad. Sometimes she even jets out the door before I can stop her and waits by my car as if this time will somehow be different.
This week Michael is in D.C. giving a speech on an audit he did as well as attending the National Auditors Conference. He left this morning at 7:45 and won't be back until Friday and I'm already going stir crazy. Granted, he'd be at work right now anyway if he were here, but at least I know that means he's coming home at 5:30. What am I going to do till Friday? I HATE being bored. HATE IT!
That, and I miss him. I already did the whole Michael is 3,000 miles away for the first year and a half of our marriage, but it seems that every other month he's got some work trip to go on. Since January alone he's been to New Orleans for two weeks, St. George for a week, now DC for a week and then we're looking at another week long trip in June followed by yet another one in July. I really don't like it all that much, but I guess that's the life of a fancy schmancy Homeland Security Auditor.
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