Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
She picked out her clothes and shoes with care.
She grabbed her purse and checked the time.
Then one last glance in the mirror, she looked fine.
He picked her up and and opened her door.
Arm in arm, his jacket she wore.
Dinner, a movie, and conversation they had.
She said when it was over, "Thanks and goodnight, dad."
Sunday, April 25, 2010
"Fight For Me" words and music by Elizabeth Grimes Copyright 2009
No, I won't pick up the phone unless you call me first. I made up my mind.
So what. May have been my choice to let you go, but you sure didn't fight.
Hey, I'm a jewel that's hard to find. I sure was sweet to you, wasn't I?
Seems I gave you more than you gave me. Appreciation's so hard to find.
And I can't waste my time with someone stuck in the middle.
So goodbye until you fight for me a little.
Love, well it's such a stupid thing. I know you're bad for me and still I'd try.
But a heart can only take so much and there's only so many tears I have to cry.
I wanted you for so long, I never thought I'd call it quits.
All it'd take if you tried my dear is some effort, and this might get fixed.
But I can't waste my time with someone stuck in the middle.
So goodbye until you fight for me a little.
When something's worth fighting for, you fight.
It's plain and simple black and white.
I've done my share now I'm tired.
You can't put forth the effort that's required.
And I won't waste my time with someone stuck in the middle
Saturday, April 24, 2010
My nephews and I played outside yesterday and collected flowers for a table centerpiece. Three dandilions, a leaf, and a lovely little white flower became a beautiful bouquet to adorn the dining room table. As we took a short cut back to the house, I suddenly smelled one of the most beautiful scents in the world, lilacs. At first I couldn't tell where the smell was coming from, but I turned around and found a huge lilac bush in the neighbors yard.
It's funny how a scent, just like a song can bring so many memories to mind. From the lilac bush in my Grandma's yard, to the house I grew up in, lilacs have always been around me. I was even desperate to have them in my wedding, but after researching hundreds of species of lilacs, we discovered that none of them bloom in July. Eddie planted a lilac bush for me at our home in North Carolina, but we don't have a space to plant them at our apartment now.
The boys and I snuck like thieves to the neighbor's lilac bush and I broke a blossom off a branch. Then we ran to the house with our treasure and placed the crowning jewel into our floral arrangement. Now there will be one more fond memory associated with the heavenly scent of lilacs.
Friday, April 23, 2010
We played and played; trains, tractors, building bridges out of books, upside down airplane, crashing cars, and more. Later we'll go to the park and zoo and create more adventures to conquer.
Zach radiates exuberance with every delighted squeal as he runs a lap around the kitchen table. Ethan, though older, occasionally shows a vulnerable side through his "alpha" brother demeanor.
I sat with both of them watching a movie and thought about their future, their innocence and desire to be loved, their day to day goal of fun and play, and their simple delights and what makes their world crash into a million pieces. To top it off, Mrs. Jumbo was rocking little baby Dumbo to "Baby Mine" (that movie should be outlawed, it's too sad). I thought about the children all around the world who begin their life clean and fresh, waiting to be filled with love and knowledge and how some never get that chance. And Jesus's words never seemed more true. The most important thing, is the little ones.
"But Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" Matthew 19:14
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
At the counter, he asked for a pack of cigarettes and hastily handed cash to the clerk. With several more errands to run, and even worse weather to beat within the next few hours, he had no time to waste. “Let’s go,” he said gruffly as he opened the swinging glass door. He turned to see his daughter was all the way at the back of the store. He called to her again, growing impatient and then walked back to where she was, prepared to scold.
He found her sitting on the hard, linoleum floor with a stuffed, yellow duck, walking it across the floor and making quack sounds. She looked up as he stood over her with his hands on his hips. “Look daddy. Look how cute he is.” He looked down at his daughter and into her hopeful eyes as she held up the toy with both hands for him to see. She didn’t seem to notice that her bare knees were against a cold, dirty floor. She didn’t seem to notice that he was in a hurry or concerned about money, the weather, or the list of chores that needed to be done.
Knowing that the last thing on earth his daughter needed was another stuffed toy and that the duck would probably be forgotten by tomorrow, he knelt down and said, “Sweetie, do you want me to buy you that duck?”
Once again at the counter, he paid cash for the little toy and left the change in the pennies bowl next to the register. He half smiled in silence the whole way home as he watched his little girl cuddle the duck as if it were the best present she ever received in her whole life.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sonora in “Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken.” When she and her horse dove into the pool of water for the first time, it took my breath away. And when the horse’s hooves pounded in slow motion after she snuck out to jump for the first time after she went BLIND! Oh my. I had sweaty palms and I think it was the most exciting, suspenseful thing I ever saw as a little girl.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
The Recipe for a Great Breakfast:
Friday, April 9, 2010
I went to the Broadway musical “Chicago” last night, one I’ve wanted to see for a while. I wanted to go a few weeks ago when Ashlee Simpson played the lead role of Roxy to see if what kind of talent she really had, but I missed out. Instead, Michelle Williams from Destiny’s Child played the role, and she sang and danced brilliantly, as I expected.
I’ve seen 4 shows on Broadway since I’ve been here and every time, I have the same routine. I arrive early, get my Playbill, sit in my seat, and feverishly read every page word for word. I count how many actors are in their Broadway debut and get nervous for them. I count how many names I recognize from a previous show. I find the lowest name on the cast list and think how lucky even that person is. I read the understudies, the scene setting, the choreographer, and song list. And then I go to the very bottom of the page, in the tiny, squished, brief paragraph and read the names of the musicians down in the orchestra pit.
Unlike the movie version of Chicago, which has dazzling costume and wardrobe changes, the characters in the play have only one costume throughout the whole night. It turns out the wardrobe tech for this play has it pretty easy; fish net tights, black heels, and short skirts were the running style theme.
The play stands out from others also because the orchestra, who is usually stuffed away underneath the stage, is one of the main “characters” in the play. They sit right on a platform in the middle of the stage for the entire duration of the play while the conductor vocally narrates transitions and interacts with the characters. I was excited to see the magic of a live, theatre orchestra and because I was in the third row, I had a beautiful shot of the piano. He played note for note, line by line, in perfect rhythm, with a watchful eye on the conductor for 2 1/2 hours. The concentration and precision that it takes to be a musician in one of these plays is outstanding and I was happy that they were on stage to be recognized by the audience for once.
As I watched the play begin with awe and amazement for all the talent that was before me, I noticed something. The women actors in the play were decked out with heels, long legs, and bare mid drifts. They were beautiful and certainly talented, but then I looked at each musician. Every single one was male. I was a little disappointed because that’s normally how it is. I long to see the female musicians outnumber the males, or at least a female pianist. Just when I thought, that’s how it’s always been and probably always will be, the music conductor, with short hair and wearing a black unassuming, subdued blazer that musicians wear so as not to take the focus off the actors, turned around for the first narrating line. She was a woman, Leslie Stifelman. For me, it was a small, but important victory. And knowing that she was the one driving the entire pace, structure, and energy of the play, allowed me to enjoy the night just a little more.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I always thought fall was the most beautiful time of the year. The vibrant, colored leaves that fell from from the trees at times were so numerous, it seemed like a rain shower of leaves. They settled on the ground, spread out like a grand carpet for all to walk over. People after all, drive for miles to see the east coast fall colors. Nothing is more beautiful than colorful, falling leaves.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
You want me, don’t you baby?
You want me, don’t you baby?
Monday, April 5, 2010