Thursday night I was fortunate to spend the evening with many long-time friends as we celebrated the 10th anniversary of our friends, Todd and Renea Killingsworth. It's difficult not to reflect on the last decade of memories, but Thursday was really a celebration of love and friendship. As I reflected on the last decade, I thought about love. I'm not very traditional when it comes to love and relationships, but despite that, I can be a hopeless romantic. Here's a re-post from my old blog, written 3 years ago about a song I considered the Perfect Love Song.
February 5, 2008
The Perfect Love Song? [with explanation]
I'm a sucker for lyrics. Most of the songs I love have lyrics which speak to me much more than the melody or style of music. It makes my heart beat fast when I hear a song and immediately think to myself, "this is exactly what I would have written"!
So, if I were going to write a love song, I think it would have been very similar to "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson. Here are the lyrics and why they speak to me. Enjoy!
"The Way I Am"
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.
[I don't smoke, so I don't carry a lighter or matches, so.....if I go in search of flames for you, I really like you]
Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.
[My personality is very distinct and I definitely need someone who takes me for what I am]
If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
[I keep my house cold and it has been mentioned to me on more than one occasion. However, I think I'd be more likely to offer a hoodie instead of a sweater if you're visiting me and you're cold.]
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.
[I'm really good at getting rid of headaches......it just takes a bit of TLC. And, who wouldn't want to ease the pain of the one they love?]
Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.
I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
[I love bald men. I have loved them my entire life. However, for love, I'd be willing to buy rogaine for one that was reluctant to lose his hair. Now that's the ultimate in loving gestures coming from me]
Sew on patches to all you tear.
[For those that don't know, I sew. I could probably forgive a guy for cheating, but if my guy takes his sewing or mending to someone else, I can't bear it. Sewing for someone shows how much I care and is as personal as a kiss to me.]
Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
[I'm very non-traditional and am not really interested in traditional commitment so I totally get loving someone more than I can promise to love them.....it makes total sense to me and is the ultimate expression of how much I can love someone.]
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
So, that's the love song I would have written but Ingrid beat me to it! If you haven't heard this song, you should listen to it now and tell the one you love how much they mean to you!
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Facebook: A Love/Hate Relationship
I joined facebook several years ago....long before many my age, because of the prompting of a younger co-worker (shout out to J-Ho!). Back then it wasn't as user-friendly to the older generation, but I persevered because I'm not a quitter (usually).
Because my 20 year high school reunion is coming up, there has been a veritable flood of people my age joining the facebook ranks and I've enjoyed getting back in touch with old friends and forging new found friendships with acquaintances.
But, facebook can be a double-edged sword. Social networking and the internet in general has really diminished the distance and boundaries of generations past and I find many of the reasons I love facebook are also the reasons I hate facebook.
I LOVE the convenience of being able to keep up with many people from a central location.
I HATE the narrowness of my internet use since I can keep up with so many people from a central location.
I LOVE that I can control who sees what I post to my profile.
I HATE that I can't control what people see of my posts to friend's profiles
I LOVE to discover friends from another friend's list.
I HATE that others can discover friend's from my friend list.
I LOVE when the facebook IM function works and I can contact people instantly.
I HATE when the facebook IM function doesn't work.
You can see where I'm going with this and I could go on and on........I really do LOVE how accessible people are, but tonight, there's something I HATE more than ANYthing facebook has given me. More than once, in the past 2 weeks, facebook has been the vehicle which has dropped drama right on my virtual doorstep......and if you know me, you know I have absolutely NO tolerance for drama. Seriously........I'm almost 40 years old and I think it's asinine to have one of my relatives call me because they have been contacted by a girl telling them they think I might like their man.
What??? Are we in the 3rd grade? Chances are, if I accepted someone as a friend on facebook, it's safe to assume I like said person. But......if my "man" were on facebook, and I thought someone was putting the moves on him, I would talk to HIM about that......not the other girl's relative. But....again, I'm almost 40, have no use for drama and believe direct communication is the best approach when in a relationship (whether it's a romantic relationship or a friendship).....unlike the drama llama who is trying to disturb my groove when I just want a peaceful existence.
Because my 20 year high school reunion is coming up, there has been a veritable flood of people my age joining the facebook ranks and I've enjoyed getting back in touch with old friends and forging new found friendships with acquaintances.
But, facebook can be a double-edged sword. Social networking and the internet in general has really diminished the distance and boundaries of generations past and I find many of the reasons I love facebook are also the reasons I hate facebook.
I LOVE the convenience of being able to keep up with many people from a central location.
I HATE the narrowness of my internet use since I can keep up with so many people from a central location.
I LOVE that I can control who sees what I post to my profile.
I HATE that I can't control what people see of my posts to friend's profiles
I LOVE to discover friends from another friend's list.
I HATE that others can discover friend's from my friend list.
I LOVE when the facebook IM function works and I can contact people instantly.
I HATE when the facebook IM function doesn't work.
You can see where I'm going with this and I could go on and on........I really do LOVE how accessible people are, but tonight, there's something I HATE more than ANYthing facebook has given me. More than once, in the past 2 weeks, facebook has been the vehicle which has dropped drama right on my virtual doorstep......and if you know me, you know I have absolutely NO tolerance for drama. Seriously........I'm almost 40 years old and I think it's asinine to have one of my relatives call me because they have been contacted by a girl telling them they think I might like their man.
What??? Are we in the 3rd grade? Chances are, if I accepted someone as a friend on facebook, it's safe to assume I like said person. But......if my "man" were on facebook, and I thought someone was putting the moves on him, I would talk to HIM about that......not the other girl's relative. But....again, I'm almost 40, have no use for drama and believe direct communication is the best approach when in a relationship (whether it's a romantic relationship or a friendship).....unlike the drama llama who is trying to disturb my groove when I just want a peaceful existence.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
A Poem
I just got back from a few days at my parents and I got to see all of the kiddos (well, 9 of the 12) and I'm feeling refreshed from being surrounded by all the love. It's so comforting to know that love will be there no matter what and it's not dependant on what I do, how I live or who I love. I fully realize there are lots of people who don't know that kind of love and it is so hard for me to understand.....it just baffles me.
This is a poem I wrote my last year in college about a friend who didn't know what unconditional love was like.
[Untitled- for Rich]
Sorry, my longtime friend.
I begin with an apology....
why?
Because I never knew
Your Pain.
never heard it in your voice
never saw it in your eyes
never suspected it in your life.
But tonight--
tonight I sat and digested all of
Your Pain
expressed through written words.
What a heavy pen you use!
(Borne like a martyr's cross)
Yet, through that cross I know
you've obtained liberation--
Liberation of a sort,
but not an easing of
Your Pain
(I didn't realize how alone
you must have felt)
I know I couldn't have stopped
Your Pain
but I should have noticed
your furrowed brow
your eyes which seemed so old
(please forgive my blindness)
Now I sit and think of you--
searching my heart
trying to feel
Your Pain
But--
I cannot
because
Your Pain
is one that you have chosen,
not one that was forced upon you.
So, I end with an apology--
Sorry, my longtime friend
I never knew
Your Pain
This is a poem I wrote my last year in college about a friend who didn't know what unconditional love was like.
[Untitled- for Rich]
Sorry, my longtime friend.
I begin with an apology....
why?
Because I never knew
Your Pain.
never heard it in your voice
never saw it in your eyes
never suspected it in your life.
But tonight--
tonight I sat and digested all of
Your Pain
expressed through written words.
What a heavy pen you use!
(Borne like a martyr's cross)
Yet, through that cross I know
you've obtained liberation--
Liberation of a sort,
but not an easing of
Your Pain
(I didn't realize how alone
you must have felt)
I know I couldn't have stopped
Your Pain
but I should have noticed
your furrowed brow
your eyes which seemed so old
(please forgive my blindness)
Now I sit and think of you--
searching my heart
trying to feel
Your Pain
But--
I cannot
because
Your Pain
is one that you have chosen,
not one that was forced upon you.
So, I end with an apology--
Sorry, my longtime friend
I never knew
Your Pain
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