What Was She Thinking?!

I decided to take one of the new user-created stylesheets for a spin. When I wanted to revert back to my custom stylesheet, it's been hosed. Ugh. So.. until I get time to go back in and fix the shit, the new design stays. But .. I am not happy about designs that behave in unexpected ways like this. (Yes, I've cleared my browser's cache.) :-(

If foul language bothers you, don't click on the link; just keep moving.

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I found two music videos on YouTube recently. One is an old favorite and it never fails to put a smile on my face! And I'm definitely going to need that after listening to the other song which I just discovered today. So .. here are both videos. One guaranteed to make you smile and the other one to make you cry. I must have sat here at my desk and sobbed uncontrollably for nearly 20 minutes. Even my cat came over to see what the matter was. Sometimes, sad songs act as a catharsis, the way the air smells clean and fresh after a rainstorm, you know? And then, listening to the happy song .. everything's okay in Joniville again tonight.

Sadness and Longing...

I CRIED FOR YOU (Katie Melua)

You're beautiful so silently 
It lies beneath a shade of blue 
It struck me so violently 
When I looked at you 

But others pass, the never pause, 
To feel that magic in your hand 
To me you're like a wild rose 
They never understand why 

I cried for you 
When the sky cried for you 
And when you went 
I became a hopeless drifter 
But this life was not for you 
Though I learned from you, 
That beauty need only be a whisper 

I'll cross the sea for a different world, 
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold 

In many years they may forget 
This love of ours or that we met, 
They may not know 
how much you meant to me. 

I cried for you 
And the sky cried for you, 
And when you went 
I became a hopeless drifter. 
But this life was not for you, 
Though I learned from you, 
That beauty need only be a whisper 

Without you now I see, 
How fragile the world can be 
And I know you've gone away 
But in my heart you'll always stay. 

I cried for you 
And the sky cried for you, 
And when you went 
I became a hopeless drifter. 
But this life was not for you, 
Though I learned from you, 
That beauty need only be a whisper 
That beauty need only be a whisper

Happiness and Renewal...

DRUNK ON LOVE (Basia)

I was dreaming when I jumped the light
Busy scaling dizzy heights
Hummed a somewhat strangely familiar tune
My eyes as wide as open books
and on my ears upon two hooks
A big smile was hanging there like a crescent moon

It sometimes comes as quite a shock
When the gods of love decide to knock
You're in a state of disarray
Just when you least expect it--you'll never know a better day

[Refrain]
Daydreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanor--stone cold sober

The officer who stopped me said
"Lucky you didn't wind up dead!"
And he guessed that I was over and above
I hoped he'd only caution me, and made a plea for clemency
On the grounds that i was only very drunk on love

[Repeat refrain]

It sometimes comes as quite a shock
When the gods of love decide to knock
You're in a state of disarray
Just when you least expect it--you'll never know a better day 

Okay so 500 pounds and up is, well, out there. And extremely unhealthy. But so what if I have some extra junk in my trunk? I'm not going to worry about it as long as I am otherwise healthy. (And hey, I mow my grass every other weekend; if I'm gonna die, it's gonna be from THAT, not my next hamburger!)

For a refreshing breath of fresh air, Mika has a new video out, Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) (and, uh, yeah, we ARE!). Enjoy.

Image is Big Girl by San Francisco artist AnneKarin Glass.

If you know me, you know my age. If you don't, well, you'll just have to figure it out. But the important thing to remember is that I've become quite vain as I hurtle toward that half-century mark. Most of the time, I'm told I look much younger than I actually am. This may be because I don't usually act my age.

But there are some clues flying around out there that I'm no spring chicken anymore. One such was the other day when I was out shopping in a department store. I had my cute little crop pants on, makeup still on from work, I thought I looked okay. I took my purchases (cute clothes and shoes and other girly girl stuff) to the counter to pay. As I'm standing there, the sales clerk asks me how old I am. (Well, it wasn't a bar so I knew I wasn't being carded, so I told her.) And then I committed a mortal sin. I asked her, "Why do you ask?" I should not have done that. Do you know what she told me? She said, "Oh, I just wanted to know if you qualified for the senior citizen discount, it's Tuesday."

Oh My Dog. Oh Long John. Oh Long Johnson. Oh Don Piaaaano. I couldn't believe my ears. I told her, "Even if I show up in here with FRESH CEMETERY DIRT IN MY HAIR, do not give me the senior citizen discount!" I felt like Shirley MacLaine in Terms of Endearment after Debra Winger informed her she was about to become a grandmother!

Congratulations to my friend, David, who passed his exams and has a new job as a teacher (and a Mac book to boot!). Way to go, David. Here's a little something for you. Now, bear in mind about this video clip several things. It starts out like it's going to slam the teaching profession. But it doesn't. Taylor Mali is a high school teacher and poetry slam artist. Ignore the annoying laugh and you are in for a real treat!