Is there a chance you may change your mind....

Or are we Ashes and Wine ?

A fine frenzy kind of night...

the music just twists around your soul

The all expressive heart wrenching melodies and lyrics grasp at your entire being pulling you in

Words so true to life some days...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDEEzS7OV2k

Oh henry....Continued

I would just like you to know...when I went to get my car the guy was like "Oh, yeah it is all fixed" ...so I was like "ok great the window goes up and down now right, its ok to use ?" ..."yeah its good, just when you roll it down dont let it go the whole way into the door leave it up about an inch.".... "Ok got it, no big deal, thanks again"

...proceed to car....window still appears to be off track... no matter... i am going to be late for work if i dont get in the car and drive RIGHT NOW.

dote de dote de doe....to work we go...roll down the still crooked window....roll up the window...definitely still crooked....definitely more crooked then when i picked it up.

The window is still broken. I quit using it because it is just going to get stuck again, i already did the push pull shove roll up trick at the stop light to get it right.....and there is still a gap on the top and side...

Oh, henry. Sigh. Damn window.

Oh henry....

My little car has been through a lot this year.... new back tires....new radiator hose, new brake light, alignment...new back breaks... window rolling up issues in the middle of the night.....minor ice tire vs curb....(thank you Mormon church for changing my tire in the freezing rain...litterally.) Re inflate flat tire r/t curb/ice issue--please ask for the entire version of this story...its incredible.--discover the need for new front breaks while getting tire fixed... "Um you need new front breaks... like yesterday" (OH GREAT), go back on the weekend for new front breaks... "Um so in the two days since you have been here, You ran over a nail with your back tire...and the treads are low on them anyhow so...." New back tires....New front breaks...get window fixed while they are at it("I had to roll it up and down like 7 times before it did what you said it was doing" (I hadn't used the window for 3 months...)...and ps your back break light was out.... um... ok......A week later...i have now used my new window like three times, it works almost like new, i notice it is a little funny, but whatever it goes up and down. No problem.

not.

Oh, Henry, come on!

Sunday night, midnight, Sarah pulls up to the back to get monies for going out with the girls.... roll down the window right... not...window makes a funny noise and slides off track again while attempting to roll it up. Oh henry. So parked in the middle of the bank parking lot, in the dark, freezing cold I get out of the car and try to coax my window to close... pull, push, roll up, push pull try to roll it up....until it is about a 1/2 from the top and side....I figure thats pretty good since it was really struggling....drive to Harrisburg, hang out with the girls, go home, sleep really badly all day.....which is like not sleeping....

...go to work.... roll down wind-CRACK/POP-ouch henry that kinda sounds like it hurts.... badge into garage through half open window...trying not to laugh and cry from being way to tired and nearly late for work....and having not been able to fix my coffee at home for lack of creamer a little extra cranky. OH henry. sigh. tear. giggle.

In an attempt not to be any later for work...i jiggle the window again like the night before, push, pull roll, pull and roll, push and roll....this time it is even colder, and i feel even sillier since there are people whizzing past me in the garage staring at me.... it went about halfway.5 and proceeded to make more horrible noises as I tried to roll it up....It refused to be rolled. ...Oh screw it I think...the window is about 3/4 of the way up....I put my stereo away and make a mad dash for the time clock....half way there I realized I left my half made coffee on the dashboard... Oh no, not without my coffee tonight, forget it if I am late, I NEED THAT COFFEE.

Needless to say my window sat open in the garage all night... It was so busy I didn't get to fix my coffee until 4 hours after I had started work... No one tried to steal anything from my car, the security guards teased me for my window being down....and it was really cold driving to the car shop this morning.... *Jingle* enter car shop, "Oh, no What did you break this time"...says Roger, my car shop guy. Oh HENRY, I swear this time it wasn't my fault!

Rescued by my dear friend Julia, only a night shift girl would be nearly home at 745 am and come get you from the shop and have breakfast with you and take you home so you can sleep.

MLIA.

Oh....henry what am I going to do.... Ps the front right headlight is out too....

music and lyrics...

So I understand that most people are annoyed by blogs that continually only have lyrics posted on them. For the reader it is boring, its not enough like poetry to want to read all 8 verses and the chorus...and the bridge....and then another 3 verses. But for the writer, the poster of the lyrics, its like fireworks. Those lyrics, that song, the music, moved them. Not just like "oh thats a pretty song", but that there was motivation, encouragement, dance, or life that was inspired and created when the poster first hear that song and that in the moment that they heard it was the perfect one. *EXPLOSION*....Fireworks. I know that you have all experienced what it is like to be move by a music or lyrics and the combination of the two. So. If you don't care to read the lyrics, I am not offended, because I often do not like to read other peoples lyrics... "Oh...what did so and so post today...oh its just lyrics...no need to read all that..besides i don't really have time."...To the poster, lyrics are about the fact that they wish to share with those they love and/or the world around them the inspiration, life or whatever it was about that combination of music and lyrics that created fireworks in their life, they wish to provide others with the same fireworks..or a potential to spread the flame to someone else...to share joy, love, encouragement, and dance.

And really when all is said and done, a blog is more for the writer than the reader in that it is an outlet more than a watering tank. So If you don't care to read my lyrics, its really ok, I am not offended in the least.... But you could look up the song...because if you happen to like music and the many things that it does to make life in this world a much better place... look up my song and listen to it....it sounds better than it reads....and it was probably the combination that struck me in the first place, because when i read the lyrics, I hear the music, and I am dancing in my head.

We're here where the daylight begins

The fog on the streetlight slowly thins
Water on water's the way
The safety of shoreline fading away

Sail your sea
Meet your storm
All I want is to be your harbor
The light in me
Will guide you home
All I want is to be your harbor

Fear is the brightest of signs
The shape of the boundary you leave behind
So sing all your questions to sleep
The answers are out there in the drowning deep

You've got a journey to make
There's your horizon to chase
So go far beyond where we stand
No matter the distance
I'm holding your hand

Harbor-Vienna Teng

Location Temporary

Dive into the sleep that's waiting
Back at home the stars are fading
And you're nowhere
You're nowhere

Waking up in winter snow
The car is shaking. I don't know
How we got so far away
I guess we drove for twenty days

But the dunes move in so slowly
They swallowed a cemetery
Beside the estuary
Location's temporary

-mirah

I was going to go to bed but...My life is Average.

A good friend recently introduced me to a web page called "My life is average" (http://mylifeisaverage.com/index.html)

I nearly died laughing at this stuff. Its amazing.

This morning if I could have an entry on this site, I think it would read something like this,

"I wasn't going to eat breakfast today, I was just going to go to bed after a horrible night. Since I came home to a disastrous kitchen, I went to make a cup of tea, realizing I was hungry and all the pots were dirty (I own 2), I decided to make hard boiled eggs in the microwave. Simple. Bowl of water, plus eggs microwave for 8 minutes = quick, mess-less breakfast, (without having to do the dishes.) I managed to stuff the dishwasher and at least clean the counter tops while my eggs cooked and the kettle boiled. DING, oh good they're done. I took them out of the water, placed them on a towel, broke the shell of one to make sure it was cooked. Check. Moved them to the other counter to run them under cold water, when all of a sudden I hear a gun shot. (Insert noise of an explosion here). 2 words. Spontaneous Combustion. The first egg literally just kind of POP*ed and there it was egg splattered all over my kitchen like a paint ball. I laughed. Out loud. I stare down the second egg wondering if the same thing is going to happen to it, or if it was just a fluke kind of thing. I decide to chance it and grab a towel and run it under some cold water. Again I break the shell to peel the egg. And Fizzle, gurgle. POP. Round #2 Spontaneous Combustion. I guess I should have done the dishes. MLIA."

I cannot even explain to you how hilarious this was after one of the worst 12 hour shifts, and after several recent kitchen flops in the last 2 days. I already had frosting on my walls from Thursday nights cake episode. I actually burst into laughter. more than once. I wish I had a picture but I couldn't find my camera card. My hysterical thing that has happened to me since I got chased by the naked Spanish lady covered in poop at work.

I really wish there had been someone there to witness this with me because I think we would have been rolling on the floor. My life may or may not be average, but it certainly is amusing.

Lesson for the day: Laugh. Find joy in the ridiculosity of life. If not yours, at least mine ;)

-sj

There was something I was thinking and.....

I was gonna blog about something last night, that I thought was important...But I cant remember what it is now.

So I think I am going to bed.