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Post by Quettalee on Nov 5, 2008 20:12:40 GMT -5
I want you all to know how much it means that you keep stopping in here and taking the time to share a hug.
It's been three weeks tomorrow and I have to tell you, it ain't gettin easier. I'm not doing the "poor, poor pitiful me" thing...well, maybe I am. But mostly because I still am trying to figure out where I'm suppose to go from here. I've retired from a career, embraced my life-long dream--and come to the end of that in less than a year's time, found love--and now lost that...damn.
Can you see how important this one little thread has become for me?
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 5, 2008 20:14:13 GMT -5
And now you can see why I don't try posting more than songs and changing backgrounds.
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Post by gams on Nov 5, 2008 21:01:34 GMT -5
Well then, Sis, I will certainly do my part and stop in to give a hug now and anytime....maybe even an extra one later on tonight.
Gotta get the young ones in the bed right now.
Lots of love and hugs.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 5, 2008 21:42:15 GMT -5
Thanks sis. The roller coaster thing is hell. Sometimes it's the silliest things that set you off. You know...like the purse-thing. And then yesterday...her "lucky" season three Xena commemorative coin showed up on my desk in a handful of change. I guess it's been there for at least three weeks, but I found it yesterday...just there...on my desk. When we ordered season three, they sent two coins instead of one...so she carried it in her pocket everyday forever...like years.
It wasn't sad that I found it so much, but that I missed when she stopped carrying it in her pocket. Because I always found it in the laundry.
Sheesh.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 5, 2008 22:29:42 GMT -5
And check this out. This has been the background music all week when they show the previews for CSI tomorrow night. I knew the song, but last commercial I had to crawl up off the couch again to listen to and read the lyrics. Leave Out All the Rest...Linkin ParkI dreamed I was missing You were so scared But no one would listen Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming I woke with this fear What am I leaving When I'm done here
So if you're asking me I want you to know
When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest
Don't be afraid I've taken my beating I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface Not all the way through I've never been perfect But neither have you
So if you're asking me I want you to know
When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest
Forgetting All the hurt inside You've learned to hide so well
Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are
When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest
Forgetting All the hurt inside You've learned to hide so well
Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are I can't be who you are Another one that's sure to make the mix.
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Post by katmandu on Nov 6, 2008 0:38:16 GMT -5
I want you all to know how much it means that you keep stopping in here and taking the time to share a hug. It's been three weeks tomorrow and I have to tell you, it ain't gettin easier. I'm not doing the "poor, poor pitiful me" thing...well, maybe I am. But mostly because I still am trying to figure out where I'm suppose to go from here. I've retired from a career, embraced my life-long dream--and come to the end of that in less than a year's time, found love--and now lost that...damn. Can you see how important this one little thread has become for me? Do the "poor, poor pitiful me" thing to your heart's content champ, no one is going to hold it against you, heck if anyone has the right to feel sorry for themselves it's you. "It's been three weeks tomorrow and I have to tell you, it ain't gettin easier." It "will" get easier the more time passes, I know that sounds trite and the type of thing you'd expect to hear, and also right now you think it's untrue just the way I did, but believe me it will happen. It's going to take time, but eventually you will see light at the end of the tunnel.
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Post by Joxcee on Nov 6, 2008 3:35:39 GMT -5
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Post by gams on Nov 6, 2008 6:31:46 GMT -5
Since we're sharing music, let me throw one out there. You know I like this one, Q; it's on two of your mixes at my request. There are times on my day off when I go down to the Lake, and am so struck by the beauty of my surroundings, that I stop and think, damn, I wish I could share this with my far-away friends...or share this exact moment with the girls, or with Hubs, who fell in love with the Lake the first time he set eyes on her. My Dad loved the Great Lakes too - all of them, and every summer we'd spend time camping along the shores of at least one; sometimes more. Even after us kids were grown and moved away, he and Mom continued to do so. The last time I can clearly remember Dad as being healthy, was a family trip to Lake Michigan a couple years before he died. All of us made it; Mom, Dad; Hubs and I drove up from Kentucky, and both my brothers were able to get off work, and brought their then girlfriends . We spent an afternoon on my brother's boat on the Lake, all of us cracking up and laughing at Dad's stupid jokes, enjoying the wind on our faces, and having a great time together. Hubs took a picture of me, and my brothers - one of them wearing Dad's ridiculous fishing hat. Dad was in the middle, with my brothers' arms around him, and he is laughing. We each have a copy of this photo framed in our houses; my youngest brother gave us them as Christmas gifts that year. It was on that trip that the doctors thought that Dad had his first mini-stroke; a series of strokes would follow throughout the next two years leaving him debilitated, until finally, the last one killed him. I miss Dad. He was a great guy, and I am sad my girls never got to know their grandfather. Listen to Katina....despite his wolfish appearance, he's not just howling at the moon, or barking into the wind when he says that time will make it easier. Slow and steady, those sad songs that remind you of Mare will fade, and be replaced by the ones that make you smile...like "Sunshine on My Shoulder". This song always, always makes me smile. It's about the water, sharing, and being happy. www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRsqAr4S39s
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Post by fallenangel on Nov 6, 2008 11:02:25 GMT -5
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 6, 2008 16:27:41 GMT -5
Since we're sharing music, let me throw one out there. You know I like this one, Q; it's on two of your mixes at my request. There are times on my day off when I go down to the Lake, and am so struck by the beauty of my surroundings, that I stop and think, damn, I wish I could share this with my far-away friends...or share this exact moment with the girls, or with Hubs, who fell in love with the Lake the first time he set eyes on her. My Dad loved the Great Lakes too - all of them, and every summer we'd spend time camping along the shores of at least one; sometimes more. Even after us kids were grown and moved away, he and Mom continued to do so. The last time I can clearly remember Dad as being healthy, was a family trip to Lake Michigan a couple years before he died. All of us made it; Mom, Dad; Hubs and I drove up from Kentucky, and both my brothers were able to get off work, and brought their then girlfriends . We spent an afternoon on my brother's boat on the Lake, all of us cracking up and laughing at Dad's stupid jokes, enjoying the wind on our faces, and having a great time together. Hubs took a picture of me, and my brothers - one of them wearing Dad's ridiculous fishing hat. Dad was in the middle, with my brothers' arms around him, and he is laughing. We each have a copy of this photo framed in our houses; my youngest brother gave us them as Christmas gifts that year. It was on that trip that the doctors thought that Dad had his first mini-stroke; a series of strokes would follow throughout the next two years leaving him debilitated, until finally, the last one killed him. I miss Dad. He was a great guy, and I am sad my girls never got to know their grandfather. Listen to Katina....despite his wolfish appearance, he's not just howling at the moon, or barking into the wind when he says that time will make it easier. Slow and steady, those sad songs that remind you of Mare will fade, and be replaced by the ones that make you smile...like "Sunshine on My Shoulder". This song always, always makes me smile. It's about the water, sharing, and being happy. www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRsqAr4S39sGood one, my friend. Thank you...for the song and the story.
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Post by Joxcee on Nov 6, 2008 18:41:19 GMT -5
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 6, 2008 21:02:53 GMT -5
I posted this a couple of months ago...I heard it differently today. Come On Get Higher...Matt NathansonI miss the sound of your voice And I miss the rush of your skin And I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water If I could tell you what's next Make you believe Make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice The loudest thing in my head And I ache to remember All the violent, sweet Perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water If I could tell you what's next I'd make you believe I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart I could taste the sparks on your tongue I see angels and devils And God, when you come on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing sha la la la Sing sha la la la la
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire in the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me, drown me in love
It's all wrong, it's all wrong, it's so right So come on, get higher So come on and get higher 'Cause everything works, love Everything works in your arms Time for CSI...things are gonna start unraveling fast on here, I'm afraid.
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Post by Joxcee on Nov 6, 2008 23:42:48 GMT -5
I got this video from Siren:
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Post by gams on Nov 8, 2008 19:11:23 GMT -5
I like that one, Joxie. Soooo cute; somebody musta told those little guys that they otter be in pictures.
<groan>
I otter stop with the bad puns, yes? And it's a good thing they're not muskrats, cuz then I'd have that stupid song Muskrat Love stuck in my head.
Ah, the power of suggestion. Crap.
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Post by Joxcee on Nov 8, 2008 20:12:42 GMT -5
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Post by katmandu on Nov 9, 2008 20:05:45 GMT -5
Think I must have to upgrade something on my computer, all I see is blank squares with a red X in the top left corner. I take it from Gams excellent puns that the video from Siren was about one of my favourite critters, the Otter.
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Post by katmandu on Nov 9, 2008 20:07:57 GMT -5
Oh yeah, love the new background by the way.
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Post by Joxcee on Nov 10, 2008 16:44:34 GMT -5
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 10, 2008 19:29:28 GMT -5
Oh yeah, love the new background by the way. Thank you, Katman. It's a mindless task "browsing" through hundreds of photos...looking for that "perfect" one. I do it when the walls start closing in.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 10, 2008 19:31:59 GMT -5
That's a bunch of hugs, Jox. Thank you.
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