Raindrops on Roses

...and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and worm woollen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things."

"Hello Dolly, well Hello Dolly..."

"Ding ding ding went the trolley, ring ring ring went the bell, sing sing sing went my heartstrings, when he smiled I could feel the car shake."


"Bye, bye Birdie. Ta ta old sweetie pie. Bye Bye Birdie...time for me to fly!"

"Come on with the rain I've a smile on my face! I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain, just singing, singing in the rain!."

"I could have danced all night. I could have danced all night, and still have begged for more. I could have spread my wings, and done a thousand things, I've never done before..."

"His royal highness, Christopher Rupert son of his majesty King Maximilian...is giving a BALL."


Some of my favorite numbers from musicals gone by are represented above. The lyrics in themselves are not profound, they don't have anything of deep significance to say, but...for some reason, those songs can pull me from a funk like nothing else. Maybe it's the cheery tunes, or the knowledge that at the end of the movie the guy will have the girl and there will be a fantastic display of color, dancing and grander that will encompass the finale. I dunno really...I just really like musicals.

I'm taking a study break at the moment. I've got a test in the morning...eeek. I hope it goes well.
I don't really have much to say at the moment, except to ask for some prayer from whoever reads this. God is continuing to pull me through some stuff, and it's not easy nor fun, but I know it's for the best. He has a plan. :-)

Anyway, that's about all for now...

Of Cabbages and Kings

"and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings..."
No I'm not going to expound on all things Lewis Carroll, I just happen to really enjoy that part of the poem.
I do have a question though. Why pigs. Why not some other sort of land ridden creature. You always hear people saying "when pigs fly" or something of that equivilant. Why does no one go around saying "when a lemer grows wings" or "when wombats fly" and what is it that's so wonderful about the flight thing? Yes, flying in itself would be absolutely amazing, but really...what about something like "when jelly fish sprout legs" or something like that?
Yes I'm curious...and a dork. I've accepted this.

Now for a different topic:

I'd like to talk about the weather.
No really, I'm serious.
Stop looking at me like that...

Ahem.
The weather has been absolutely gorgeous the past few days, and then suddenly...BAM cold front! It's like spring was here, and in fact the season is, but you'd never know it by today. I mean, seriously...the flowers are going to get all confused.
Flowers really are gullible. Take my mom's daffodils for instance. They bloom at the first hint of warm weather then are struck down by the cold front that hadn't left but was just lying in wait to see if it could smite any unsuspecting reminders of spring. Cold is vicious sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I love the cold...but I was just getting used to the sun again...ah well. Maybe the daffodils and I have something in common, except I don't think the cold will smite me.


In closing...I'd like to leave you with some lyrics to one of my new favorite songs.

Shipwreck:

Built a fortress
With a hundred thousand faces
I'll keep it safe
With a hundred thousand more
But these masks are wearing thin
As You draw me in.

I spent my time
On the empty and the fleeting
I spent my life
On much less than I'd dreamed
But I'm reaching out to you
To make me new

'Cause I am just a beggar here at Your door
I am just a shipwreck here on Your shore
I come empty handed
Ready to see
Your life in me changing who I've been
To who I need to be

You tell me my story
As You sift between the pages
I feel redemption
In the space between each turn
Could You take me in Your arms
And tell it just once more
Could You take me in Your arms
And tell it just once more

--Starfield: Beauty in the Broken