Feb. 3rd, 2009

PSA

Feb. 3rd, 2009 12:20 am
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I felt the need to announce that I am simply too awesome for people to handle. It's ok, though; there is no charge for my awesomeness. Nor do I charge for my attractiveness.

All you haters, just keep on hatin'. You know you're just jealous.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

This announcement has been brought to you by Jade's Lack of Sleep.
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My journal, my rules.

For someone who loves to express herself with words here on LJ and maybe even through my lame attempts at writing, I get tongue-tied when it comes to talking about how I feel regarding a specific person. I become easily embarrassed and try to avoid the "mushy stuff." I know some of it is that I've been told to shut up before, that I come across too strongly, or even that I wasn't wanted and should go away. Me being, well, me went to the other extreme and now only give as much as I think I'm getting in order to avoid the pain of rejection. The problem with that is that I haven't quite perfected that whole telepathy thing, and I constantly doubt myself and my instincts. This can lead to confusion, and more than once I've had people shocked to learn that I felt this way or that. I hate that.

I'm working on it, but it's taking a lot of practice and until I get better at it, I find it easy to use another's words. I don't necessarily like doing this, and I do feel slightly embarrassed (OK, very embarrassed), but this is something I truly feel I need to do. Truth is, I never really told Dad how I felt before he died, nor did I ever tell my grandmother. Yes, I think they knew I loved them, but sometimes I wish I could have said the words too. One of the many things last year taught me was to acknowledge the people in my life and what they mean to me while they're still physically here.

So, there you have it. That's why I'm posting lyrics again. Yes, I'm being lovey-dovey, but I don't care because as much as I know better than to get carried away, I do think I can be a little silly and happy about what I do have.

"I Miss You"
Incubus

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?

I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
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Five years ago today (technically at 9:22 PM), I became a mother to a screaming boy who weighed in at eight pounds two ounces. I held that baby into the wee hours of the morning scared out of my wits about the future, but I was also awed that I had a hand in creating this precious little thing. That screaming little baby has grown into a rambunctious, loud, and intelligent boy. To this day I wonder whose bright idea it was to bless me with this little person, and I am forever thankful that he is a part of my life.

Happy birthday, kiddo. I love you more than anything in this whole wide world.

P.S.: I'm going to post embarrassing baby pictures later today so that, hopefully, ten years from now I can show this to your friends just so I can hear you go, "MoooOOoooom!"
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Today is the fiftieth anniversary of The Day the Music Died as it's come to be known. Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and "The Big Bopper" died in a plane crash on February 3, 1959. Obviously, this was well before my time, but my parents came of age in the 50s and 60s, and I grew up listening to music from that era. I remember when my Dad explained the meaning behind Don McLean's "American Pie" and how profoundly the deaths of such young talent affected a generation. (He also loved to point out that The Big Bopper was from Beaumont, Texas, which is where most of my Dad's family grew up and lived at the time; Dad was a proud Texan.)

I used to hate it, but as I've grown older, I'm glad that I was exposed to older music. I may never be at a point where I'll listen to it all the time, but on occasion I put on some mp3's I have of Roy Orbison and other artists of the era, or I'll flip the radio to the oldies station. It puts me in touch with my childhood and reminds me of both my parents. Those memories are becoming more precious to me as time goes on, and even more now that I can no longer share this music with my father. It's just one more reason music has such importance in my life.

"American Pie"
Don McLean

A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
...

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

I can bake!

Feb. 3rd, 2009 06:47 pm
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I love to cook and I especially love to bake, but it wasn't until recently when I got my new oven that I've had the ability to cook well. When you can't tell what temperature you've set your oven to, it's hard to do much of anything without a lot of guess work and offerings to the culinary gods that you didn't mess it up. Now that I can cook again, I think I'm going to make an effort to journal about my kitchen experiments.

With that in mind, I thought I'd show pictures of the kiddo's birthday cake from start to finish. I made a two-layer peanut butter cake with chocolate buttercream frosting. Both the cake and icing were made "from scratch." (Have I mentioned I love my new oven and my Betty Crocker cook book?)

Cut for NINE, yes, NINE pictures. I'm insane. )
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[23:02:02] <N_X[Elsewhere]> So, where would you like to do the thing?
[23:02:50] <JadeNSC> anywhere but TriumphIC. >.>
[23:03:09] <N_X[Elsewhere]> Heh. I suspected as much.
[23:03:12] <JadeNSC> Because then everyone will want to join and it'll only end in tears.
[23:03:20] <N_X[Elsewhere]> Well, this is your channel here, so... :p
[23:03:27] <JadeNSC> I'm cool with it in here.
[23:03:45] * JadeNSC snickers. "Also out of context is fun."
[23:03:55] <N_X[Elsewhere]> Indeed it is.
[23:04:30] <N_X[Elsewhere]> I'm sure Sam is okay with watching. :p
[23:05:09] <NinjaWeazel> awww yeah baby I love to watch.
[23:05:10] <NinjaWeazel> >_>

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