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Theme Song Thursday:) Up, Up,,and Away

30 Oct

Usually, we find it difficult to control our mind, it seems as if our mind is like a balloon in the wind-blown here and there by external circumstances.

~ Kelsang Gyatso


This morning on my way to Zumba, I was stopped at a red light, when all of a sudden, I looked up and saw a hot air balloon. It was big and bright and pretty darn close to the street. Then, of course, this song popped in my head. A perfect theme for Thursday. Luckily my phone was handy for a photo op.



Theme Song Thursdsy

29 May

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


This morning on my walk , I found this poor little shiny blue winged bug desperately fighting to flip over. When I tried to fturn him right side up, he kept struggling. I finally placed him gently in the cool grass where he might have a better chance of survival. 
It made me think of the song ” Bridge Over Troubled Waters.”…………. 

   When you’re weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)

I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough

And friends just can’t be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Read more: Simon And Garfunkel – Bridge Over Troubled Water Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

But then again, everything’s keys me think of a song. 

Sunday: Sitting, Standing, Singing and Other Aerobic Catholic Exercises

17 Mar

“We are all born like Catholics . . . in limbo, without religion.”
― Yann Martel, Life Pi
Last month, I had the pleasure of attending the comedy performance of FOUR FUNNY FEMALES in McKinney. One of the funny ladies had a bit about all the confusion with standing, sitting, and kneeling during her first visit to a Catholic Mass. That got me to thinking, wow, that could be very confusing to someone who didn’t have the routine already ingrained. So, what do you think I did? Yes, I recorded all the aerobic maneuvers, gestures, recitations, and sing-a-longs. Well, I may have missed a couple things because it’s more like a memory marathon.

The first thing you do when you come in is dip a finger in the holy water font and make the sign of the cross (soc1). Then you find a pew or chair, kneel (k) and make the sign again (soc2), say your prayer, make the sign (soc3), and sit (s1). And that’s all before anything has started. Father comes in and we all stand up (su1) and we sing a hymn (sh1). Oh yah, there’s a lot of reciting of prayers, greetings, and verses. Father blesses us, another sign (soc4), then we recite The Confiteor (r1).

Now, that’s all in the first five minutes, so I m going to spare you all the details and cut to the chase. Here are my totals, give or take… 10 signs of the cross, 14 songs or singing verses, (it’s Lent so we didn’t sing a closing hymn), sit 5, stand 5, kneel 4, group reciting 8, shake hands and greet 2, and hold hands for The Lord’s Prayer 1. Are you getting dizzy just trying to keep up?

I can’t imagine what it would be like to attend a religious service where you just walk in and sit the whole time. That would be kinda boring, not to mention not being able to burn off hundreds of calories. We only get that thin little wafer and a tiny sip of wine, so it’s a very calorie friendly service.

If you’d like to worship and get a great workout at the same time, give the Catholic Church a try.



Theme Song Thursday:That’s Life

11 Jul

I just love Sinatra, don’t you? These are great optimistic words and a timeless song.

That’s life (that’s life), that’s what all the people say
You’re ridin’ high in April, shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m back on top, back on top in June

I said that’s life (that’s life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t let it, let it get me down
‘Cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin’ around

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself, flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That’s life (that’s life), I tell you I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try
I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin’ flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That’s life (that’s life), that’s life and I can’t deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin’ out but my heart won’t buy it
But if there’s nothin’ shakin’ come this here July
I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

My life!

More Friday Night Lights: You Light Up My Life

27 Apr

Friday is always a good day. It’s the beginning of the weekend and I always have a great day. I made mini cheesecakes, chocolate covered strawberries, and little cucumber sandwiches to take to our senior art group at Towne Creek. We had a tea party. Little Andrea helped set the table with plates and napkins. We ate, chatted, sang songs, and painted. It was a good day.

These special times and special friends “light up my days and fill my nights with song.”

Written by Joe Brooks
So many nights I sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now
You’ve come along

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song

Rollin’ at sea, adrift on the water
Could it be finally I’m turning for home?
Finally, a chance to say hey,
I love You
Never again to be all alone

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song

It can’t be wrong
When it feels so right
‘Cause You
You light up my life


Theme Song Thursday: Yellow Rose of Texas

4 Apr


While I was painting yellow roses on some wine glasses the other day, I couldn’t help but hum to myself…”There’s a Yellow Rose in Texas, That I am going to see, Nobody else could miss her, Not half as much as me.” Since we moved here to Texas nine years ago, I find myself painting a lot of yellow roses and bluebonnets. Must be something in the air. My artistic and writing endeavors have flourished with the warm Texas air and the friendly atmosphere. Yes, a glorious golden yellow rose is the perfect symbol for Texas.

I never knew all the words to the song or the history behind it, so I Googled it. TMI!!! I didn’t realize there were so many folklore tales about who the yellow rose was, and what the song was really about. If you weren’t born in Texas, and unfamiliar with the history, this might be interesting, maybe not. Gosh! I learn something new every day.


The song is based on a Texas legend from the days of the Texas War of Independence. According to the legend, Emily D. West (also known as “Emily Morgan”) was seized by Mexican forces during the looting of Galveston. She seduced General Antonio López de Santa Anna, President of Mexico and commander of the Mexican forces. The legend credits her supposed seduction of Santa Anna with lowering the guard of the Mexican army and facilitating the Texan victory in the Battle of San Jacinto waged in 1836 near present-day Houston. Santa Anna’s opponent was General Sam Houston, who won the battle literally in minutes, and with almost no casualties. West was a mulatto, of mixed race ancestry. The song refers to her as the “yellow” rose, in keeping with the historical use of term “high yellow” as a description of light skin among people of color in the South.
Historians assert that if West was with Santa Anna, it was not by her choice, nor did she play any part in deciding the battle. The seduction legend was largely unknown until the publication in the 1950s of a version of the lyrics based on William Bollaert’s account. Bollaert, a British subject, spent two years in Texas—1842 to 1844—and was a prolific writer, publishing more than 80 articles on various subjects.[4]
The basic facts[5] are that Emily West, a free person of color, migrated to Texas from New York City in late 1835 as an indentured servant under contract to the agent James Morgan. She was born free in New Haven, Connecticut.[6] Sources describe her as a teen or as a woman of twenty. She was to work as a housekeeper at the New Washington Association’s hotel, near what was then called New Washington and is now Morgan’s Point. Historians say she became known by West’s surname, as was the custom at the time for indentured servants and slaves.[6]
Santa Anna reportedly saw West in April 1836 when he invaded New Washington prior to the Battle of San Jacinto. West and other black servants were taken to his camp, along with some white residents who were captured.[6] According to legend, Santa Anna was with her when Texan General Sam Houston’s troops arrived, forcing him to flee suddenly without weapons or armor and enabling his capture the next day.[6] (Note: The seduction of a military leader by a beautiful woman who brings about his downfall, is featured in the “Book of Judith,” in the Apocrypha of the Bible.)

Who knew? Anything is possible. They wrote a song about it, didn’t they? Must be true.


12 Jan

I hear voices in my head! These voices are there ALL the time and NEVER go away. They are not the scary, go out and kill someone voices, on the contrary. These crooning voices are magnificent melodies of Frank Sinatra, James Taylor, Rod Stuart or Carly Simon. They constantly remind me that my kind of town is Chicago, or when things start getting me down, I should climb up to the roof where it’s peaceful as can be.

There are many positive and negative side-effects of this ailment. On a positive note, I really don’t need to turn on the radio or pop in a CD for entertainment. Music is always playing internally with limited commercial interruption. But the adverse reactions can be annoying. I call it STS, other wise known as “Show Tune Syndrome”.

When anyone starts a conversation, it may be just a single word or phrase, but if I recognize the lyrics, or part of a tune, I burst into song. If I hear the words, “I’m leaving…” they don’t even get to finish before I’m belting out, “On a jet plane. I don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, Babe I hate to go”. Of course, they are not all show tunes, but I do have a serious affinity for old Broadway musicals. My repertoire ranges as far back as the World War I love songs, the timeless 1920’s, and as recent as the ever effervescent Lady Gaga and Pink. It’s all good, and it’s all in my head.

As time goes by…oh no, don’t get me started…” You must remember this, A kiss is still a kiss, A sigh is still a sigh.” Anyway, I have learned to suppress or at least hold back on my bursting out into song in public, but the song will play in my head. I guess I will always go through life WITH A SONG IN MY HEART.

With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace

When the music swells
I’m touching your hand
It tells me that you’re standing near

And at the sound of your voice
Heaven opens its portals to me
Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?

But I always knew
I would live life through
With a song in my heart for you

Lyrics by Lorenz Hart