lyric puzzle

music can say things better than I can.

Sia: Breathe Me. There are times when I am really hard on myself; we all are. For me this song is about beating up the jerk inside. What she says feels like me talking to me. This song is a pinch, a reminder to not be so negative towards myself.

Rod Mckuen: Pushing the Clouds Away. This is my motto, in a song poem. It’s another reminder, this time reminding me to reach out to those I love, to not be so darn aloof and let others know that I need them. And I do, but it’s hard sometimes to admit that. I can be an old cranky fart, and this poem is such a beautiful way to push me past my loner shell.

John Mayer: Clarity. This song is really personal to me. I have this way of twisting songs around to where they fit me, even if it’s the furthest from the actual truth. And even though I think he’s probably talking about a relationship in this song my interpretation slightly differs. It’s about when to let go and when to hang on. Interestingly enough the month of June is mentioned here. I have an unexplainable connection with people born in that month. Always have. So yes, sometimes for me this song can be about relationships. But this song always changes depending on what I’m struggling with at the moment.

Sinéad O'Connor: Red Footbal. Just proves that there are better ways to flip people off. A song with a scowl.

M.I.A.: Banana Skit. I just had to do this mom. I knew you'd love it : ) No seriously for those who have a name that rhymes with 'banana' this is your song. This is for the people who have suddenly found themselves labeled fruit because it's cute. Ha! And even though I still get people who call me hannah banana I completely understand why. Because 'banana' is a fun word.

Louis Armstrong: Mack the Knife. I have always loved this song, even when I didn't understand what it meant. It was something about the crispy sound mack makes combined with the silent k of knife.

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It has been hectic here.

I'm still searching for that perfect slacker job that allows me to paint and write and have insurance.

A load of crap, but I'm a dreamer and I'm stubborn, and I'm proud of that.

I'm hoping that I will have a better blog than this in a few days, but all my energy has been sucked into job hunting.

I will leave you with heirloom tomatoes from a recent trip to the farmer's market. There are three sure fire ways to my heart. 1. Swing with me. 2. Send me pictures of funny things (like a particular somebody taking a snooze). And 3. Pick out heirloom tomatoes with me.

another whoosh of genres

Why?

Because I can.

: )

lata mangeshkar. She is just fabulous. When she sings I feel like I am soaring. The fluidity of her voice grabs me.

kiri te kanawa. I feel completely open when I listen to her. Free.

cat power. I love how her voice is hollow, how she makes it easy for a listener to climb inside her words.

katy perry. I was not a fan of Katy Perry until I watched this. After watching this I can honestly say that I really enjoy her when she is unplugged (that's probably not the best way to say that). She's quirky and raw, and there's something incredible about that mixture.

dinah washington. Heard this on SYTYCD, and haven't let go of it since.

tidbit from the sun

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froyo and flips

So things are looking up (for those of you who knew the opposite). It's tough to let go of the things I have no control over, especially since I put them in a pocket that does not contain God. Why add the burden?

Tonight I babysat for a friend, and I must say that these two kiddos are my favorites. They are the perfect combination of silly and philosophical. Tonight we ate froyo at a new place in town, a self serve froyo heaven with at least 10 different flavors and about a million toppings. And naturally, after a person eats several pounds of froyo, they should jump around on the trampoline like a madman, which is exactly what we did. After about a million cherry bombs their dad came home early, but we stayed out there a little longer.

I cannot express in words just how much I love trampolines, and these kids, after several pounds of froyo, were a hoot and a half, the perfect trampoline partners.

I wish I could still do flips. I admit it. I'm jealous. These kids do some stellar flips. Did I mention I broke my nose once during a back flip on a trampoline? Yes, it's been many years, but I haven't been able to pull one off, not even a front flip, since that day. I think if I had my own personal trampoline I could learn how to do a flip again in the privacy of my own home *hint hint nudge nudge*.

But now I'm home, and the house is dark and all I can hear is the chug chug of the fan and I think I'm going to make a cup of tea and tuck into a book.

for momalu

I promised my mom that I would post this video. We watched it many times in my ASL classes and just today my mom and I had a very serious discussion about Lady Gaga and her vanaynay.

Which led to this.


Did I learn much from this video? Hmm, that Michael is HOT and maybe I shouldn't go signing this song in Hobby Lobby.

LOL disco stick in the fabric aisle.

Oh and let it be known that both my mother and I are NOT Lady Gaga fans. ; )

couch potators

I never seem to get the couch to myself.