Posts Tagged ‘Music’

Lots to say but this is what I want to share…

The other day for my daughter’s birthday, we finally got to see the movie, Inside Out. It was great but what I really loved was the short shown before…this is just the music from it but I love it…hehe…




I lava this….. 🙂

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I could not hold off anymore. I broke down today and purchased the album, Progstrumetal: The Annals of 2014, because I love this song. It is called “Whistle.” I first heard the song in a video used by a photographer I follow on facebook.

Rich Gordon (link) is a very talented musical artist…he doesn’t just play stringed instruments. He is a piper and sax player, too. You can find his music on Amazon, Spotify, I-Tunes, etc. and he is also on YouTube. These are just some of the places you can find him on the internet.





Have a great day…night…and happy gardening. 🙂

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Words mean everything…

We even speak without words…

No matter how we speak, words need to come from our heart… ❤





Have a great weekend! 🙂


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In a time where there is so much taking and not giving—when there seems to be so much selfishness and greed, there are still some who care—who love—who are so compassionate…

May we all aim to be

  • just a little more joyful
  • more cheerful
  • and maybe just a little more caring


This is my very favorite Mannheim Steamroller song…



Have a very Merry Christmas!


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I was a shy child—sometimes people try to see me as shy. My daughters don’t believe I ever was. Deep down I am shy but I am also resilient and push myself. I have a lot of self-control—or used to 🙂 –I would make myself overcome things that crossed my path.


One Friday night I was doing my usual working the floor at the restaurant (Friday nights were our busiest) which meant, I was in charge of everything—a great power trip—well, until someone comes running out of the restroom to tell me the men’s toilet was clogged. I was the best handy-man around so I head straight to the back and get some plastic bags and such—knock on the door and head in to find water spilling over the side of the toilet. I had to do that terrible thing of reaching into the toilet and I didn’t shy away from it. I knew I had to clean up and get back taking care of customers. I did my part and got an employee to finish up.


To get to this point, somewhere along the way I became less shy. It was a power trip being able to do so much and think fast on my feet. It was constant and I enjoyed it immensely. I didn’t like the politics but I loved the rush that work gave me. Toilets…not so much 😀 .


I am in unfamiliar territory. Hiding because a person has taken something away from me is tearing me apart. I will see a counselor today (Monday) about what happened to me years ago. I get to relive that night again and that to me is so very scary. I had someone tell me that I should be over it since it was so long ago but this is a lot like grief. If it isn’t handled correctly, then there is this part of me that cries out. I can’t believe it has taken me this long to put it together. I guess it was because I acted like it didn’t happen.


If you have ever been taken advantage of against your will and you had to fight your attacker, you want to have that peace of mind again. You want to take back what was stolen—or I do anyway. I want the person to never have that control over me again—no control. I want to be able to walk away so I can have peace of mind. This is why I had such a difficult time with my to-be-ex-husband. I was fighting for control and he kept taking everything I worked so hard for in an instant. I practiced—going through the various scenarios and then he would swoop in and in a matter of moments I was in tears. It is terrifying to think I may never reach the point I need to be to have that control.


Some people have judged me harshly and that is not fair but what I need is to learn how to deal with that. I feel that I am attacked in some ways. I need my voice again and to be able to stand up to those who try to take things away. I am not that shy child anymore but I have been abused and I didn’t help things by sweeping them under the rug.


So, today begins a new day and hopefully I can learn to stand again and feel good about myself. It isn’t easy. I would much rather face grief or even a clogged toilet but I have to do this. There comes a time where the evil from that night long ago has to find its way to the light of day. I am apprehensive but I am hopeful. 🙂



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I give up on love. I’ve done about everything I can. It seems that I can’t find that significant other who loves me as much as I love him. I never wanted to become cynical or lose hope but I have become rather pessimistic. I hate that.


I am still a romantic. I like walks on the beach and just being a part of nature away from the city, taking in quiet moments and enjoying life—the smells, the beauty…sigh. I love sunsets and sunrises, good food, cooking, traveling, camping and so much more. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t want to continue life alone. I wasn’t made that way really. I wanted to share it with that special someone but it isn’t going to happen it seems at least not in the near future. I can say that I like time to myself, so I’m learning but it is so dang hard.


I refuse to settle. I know what I want and that definitely is not a person who I have to baby and clean up after or fight with. I refuse to sacrifice the things that I love and most of all, my girls. The bond that we have will not be broken—it is not negotiable.


I’m learning to live with this the best I can but truth be known—it sucks big goose eggs. Some days I just can’t be so positive. It doesn’t help when I receive a letter from my minister addressed to husband number 2 and me…and the girls. Number 2 hasn’t stepped foot in the church in about 3 years. It’s not like we have lots of members. Sigh. Good grief. Life. Shakes head. The minister is rather new but not that new. Oh well. Hope your week is better…if not, just think of goose eggs and laugh. 😀

Here is some music…

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Sweet Music

A visit to Ireland may have fallen (perhaps tumbled is a better word) further down my list but the music is helping me cope. The High Kings…enjoy…



Ar Eirinn Ní Neosfainn Cé hÍ


Aréir is mé téarnamh ar neoin   

Ar ar dtaobh eile ‘en teóra seo thiós       

Do thaobhnaigh an spéirbhean im’ chomhair      

D’fhág taomanac breoite lag tinn             

Le haon ghean dá méin is dá cló               

Dá bréithre ‘s dá beol tanaí binn               

Do léimeas fá dhéin dul ‘na treo               

Is ar Éirinn ní neosfainn cé hí      


Last night in strange fields as I roved      

Such a vision I passed on my way

A young woman so fair to behold

That in seconds my heart was astray

Oh she reached out a welcoming hand

But I knew that it never could be

And before I could kiss her sweet lips

She had vanished forever from me.


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