The weather has been absolutely dreamy here.
Perfect for flip-flops and sundresses, early morning runs and walks through the woods.
While the weather is still wonderful, we’ve been also partaking in lunchtime picnics with Daddy,
meandering through the Gasparilla Festival of the Arts,
soaking in sunsets in the cool evenings,
and driving around while the windows are rolled down.
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I hate war, but I respect and admire a soldier’s sacrifice to protect my freedoms.
Because I fear guns, I support stricter gun laws, but I also understand the 2nd Amendment will never be abolished. However, in light of the Tucson shootings, something must be done so that mentally unstable people can never possess a handgun.
I may disagree with a person’s political views, but I would never use the term Nazi or any other ethnic epithet, racial slur or hateful imagery to emphasize my point.
I love this country just as much as any conservative or libertarian even though I adopt a different belief system.
I’m not trying to destroy America. I just want this great land to be even better than our forefathers envisioned.
By sharing my wealth, I feel I demonstrate loving thy neighbors.
Supporting social programs doesn’t make me un-American, a socialist or a communist, but suppressing or silencing my ideals would be un-American.
So I ask you,
“What’s so funny about Peace, Love and Understanding?”
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
I’d also like to share another classic because its lyrics and meaning also ring true in today’s world.
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When I first heard Kid Rock sing this live along with Sheryl Crow, The Roots and T.I. at the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, it gave me goose bumps and moved me to tears. Hard to believe a Kid Rock song could ever impact me like that, but it did.
I searched the Internet for a better video of this song, but this is the best I could find. The message is still loud and clear no matter how poor quality the video. It seemed very fitting as we move into the holiday season.
The least that I can do is CARE.
Care is featured on Kid Rock’s new album Born Free, which will be released tomorrow, Tuesday, November 16.
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First off, I think it’s only fair to tell you that I am NOT a Neil Diamond fan at all. Not in the least! BUT, every time I hear this song, it grows on me, especially when it conjures memories of good times and great friends.
Saturday night, we celebrated my hubby’s birthday with friends at one of our favorite watering hole, the House of Brews, which we’ve nicknamed “The HOB”. On Saturday nights, there’s a decent guitarist and he always includes Sweet Caroline in his set. Of course, the crowd (mostly made up of us) can’t resist belting out “BA BA BA” in the chorus. It’s “SO GOOD! SO GOOD SO GOOD” and so much fun to be loud and obnoxious with your friends!
On another note, I want to thank everyone for linking up and participating in Music Monday with Run DMT for the past month. Next week, October rolls in and I am ready to sink my teeth into Halloween. So for the next four weeks, I will be sharing my favorite Halloween tunes. Share your favorite spine tingling tunes too, if you dare. Muhahahahahaha!
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Since the day you were born, you’ve kept us on our toes and giggling every day. Over the past five years, I loved watching you grow from a cuddly baby into a rough and tough tomboy into a princess ballerina.
You’re bright.
You’re beautiful.
You’re fast.
You’re funny.
You make up the best stories. Probably because the things you’ve put your mama through over the years no one would believe, beginning with your birth.
As we rushed to the hospital five years ago, I feared that you would be born in the back of our mini-van on the side of the road. We arrived at the hospital at 8:20 a.m. and you were born 20 minutes later at 8:40 a.m.
As quickly as you arrived, everyone fell in love with you twice as quickly.
Happy 5th Birthday, Emmalynn!
Even though the official start of summer is still a week away, summer vacation has officially begun here. My babies are home with me once again and I couldn’t be happier.
Most moms dread the summer months and fill the days with summer camps, but I’m one of those strange, rare moms who soaks up every moment of my kids’ summer vacation and enjoys sharing every summertime experience with them.
I love the lazy summer days where our schedule is set by simply whatever my girls wake up and want to do that day. Of course, to help facilitate our fun in the sun days, I compiled a list of things I ambitiously vow to do this summer and I am excited to start checking off each activity.
Oh sure, there are days when my kids drive me crazy and I’m ready to pull my hair out, but since baseball caps and other sun hats are part of my summertime ensemble, they cleverly hide the gray and bald spots while protecting me from all the sun exposure. Besides, my babies are only home two for months and I’ll have ten months to grow the hair back.
Like a twinkle in an eye, two months will fly by so quickly but I’m so grateful to have the time with my girls.
Summer summer summertime
Time to sit back and unwind.
Thanks to the Juneathon, I’ve been feeling less like a lump these days. It was just the inspiration and motivation I needed to get moving again.
Since about 28 weeks, I haven’t been able to run or wog (walk/jog) and I’ve downgraded to walking, but even still there are good and bad walking days. On good days I can walk and complete a ton of tasks around the house. On bad days, I can barely move and when I do attempt to walk, I have to cradle my belly for fear that my uterus may fall out if I don’t.
And as if the fear of losing my uterus wasn’t enough, there are times when I feel like Dr. Kane with an alien life form trying to burst through my gut…
…because apparently Baby Run DMT #3 likes to stretch his feet against my sciatica and push his back against my stomach. Perhaps with all the prenatal yoga I’ve been doing, I’ve inadvertently taught him yoga in utero. Truly he’s learned yoga through osmosis because his downward dog makes me want to scream mercy.
Although mentally I feel less like a lump, physically my big ol’ baby bump looks more like a big ol’ lump. On the surface, you can see a hard lump across my abdomen and this solid, hard mass pulls people in like a giant magical glowing orb. No one can resist my precious and they simply have to touch it. Groping and prodding the lump forces Baby Run DMT #3 to switch positions and pretty soon there’s an elbow or a knee scraping across my belly.
Lump’s sudden and painful repositioning causes me to cry out every time.
Ow! OwOwOw! Owwwww!
Whenever his two big sisters hear me howl from the pain of an elbow jab or alien belly burst from Baby Brother, they howl with laughter and their beautifully evil laughter makes me giggle which I believe causes Baby Boy to giggle too. Oh yeah. My pain is a real gut busting, knee slapper for him. Good times.
This giggly kickboxing yoga loving lump better not get too comfortable in there.
When I learned of I Heart Faces Yellow Photo Challenge, I’ve had Coldplay’s Yellow in my head for nearly a week. Since I will be entering a photo of Allana for the yellow challenge, the lyrics couldn’t be more relevant.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I’ve done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry
Its true look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars look how they shine for you.
While searching for a yellow photo for the challenge, I found an old recital photo of Allana at 3 1/2. The stars really do shine for my little sunshine. Her skin and bones turned into something beautiful. I love her so.
Stop by later to see the actual photo I submit for I Heart Faces.
Madeleine Peyroux keeps slipping into The Coffee House on XM and every time I hear her haunting voice, my mind slips away which isn’t the safest thing to do while operating a motor vehicle.
Her soft, sultry enigmatic sound reminds me of Billie Holiday and it’s as if she is channeling Ms. Holiday’s spirit. Her jazzy, bluesy style makes me want to curl up on the couch and sip a glass of wine while my mind drifts away to another era.
As the temperatures rise and the summer heat quickly approaches, I find myself longing for beach days. For me days at the beach are therapeutic. I love listening to the waves roll along the shore while the sun’s warm rays soothe me like a Snuggie comfy blanket. As I lie on the beach sucking down a Corona Lite with lime or a margarita soaking in every moment, Bob Marley plays on my iPod and he welcomes me home.
Bob Marley and the Wailers Legend is my musical therapy. His music always lifts my spirits and casts me away to a tropical paradise. In fact, if I had to choose only one Desert Island Disc, Legend would be my pick. Despite the irony of already being trapped on a tropical shore, his music would ease my mind and soul.
Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
