A Song That Makes Me Fall Asleep: Still, Still, Still

Remember that time I started doing that music challenge thing? I know. I hardly do either. I think this post will be day 10 or something like that (in what's supposed to be 30 consecutive days), but I do what I want. This is my blog. Sometimes I blog about 4 times in one day because I feel like it and I think that posts that are totally unrelated should not be all shoved together just because they're on the same day (though posts don't have to have a single topic; some of my favorite posts to read are the ones that briefly address many things).

Anyway, back to the point. A song that makes me fall asleep. I like the song Still, Still, Still and I love Christmas music. This version of the song is from the Mannheim Steamroller Christmas piano solos book. Chris Doxey played this song (I think, forgive me if I'm wrong) at the ward Christmas musical fireside. He's extremely talented and I offered (mostly jokingly) to pay him to play lullabies for me so I can fall asleep. How great and peaceful is this song, though. I'll admit that most any soft piano solo will have me dozing (in a good way).

Lovely

I already posted this on my Facebook a little earlier, but I loved it. It's quite intriguing/beautiful.

No, I'm not turning into an emo kid (unlike Steph...).

Sports Related

You look like a homeless person...

Especially when you haven't shaved either. So here is a present for you.

Because as much as I hate to admit it and as much as Sarah will not be my friend again because I said this. You have the capacity to look pretty dang good.

But I still hate the Pats....

Go Colts!

Travel

Confession: I judge people that look cute when they travel. I'm not talking about the people who can wear sweatpants and throw their hair in a knot and still manage to look lovely just because that person is a lovely person. I'm talking about the people who wear legitimate outfits and sometimes dresses and even high heels. Unless you are going somewhere/meeting someone immediately after you get off the plane, there's really no need for that. Just put on some sweats, wear last night's makeup, and be miserable with the rest of us.

Also, I'm home.

Christmas Cheer

Aunt Chris posted this on her Facebook. I normally have a 1 minute limit for watching YouTube videos, but I loved this one. I hope you enjoy.

I Want to Go Home

Apparently Gabe misses my dad (the kids call him Pops or Pop Pop). This morning he was sad so he wrote this letter. By the way they only live about 3 miles away.

Translation: "Gabriel haven't seen Pop Pop in two hundred years. From Gabriel."

Oh, and he's in kindergarten.

Love Triangles

Anyone that ever reads this blog ever knows that I love to read. I'll give pretty much anything a try at least once, but.... I hate reading about love triangles. I hate watching movies about love triangles. That's not to say that I don't like the books or movies or whatever in and of themselves, but love triangles stress me out.



It seems like no matter what happens in the story and even if it has a happy ending then somebody is left sad and I still have a little ache in my heart and I hate that. I like a clean happy ending or whatever, not a messy achy sad thing. That's for real life.

P.S. I don't normally like little anime type drawings, but this is the best I could find of the three of them all together, so whatevs.

The Dying of the Light

I don't normally like poems, but I really loved this one when I read it in Matched.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Cookie Girl

Cookie girls, oh cookie girls.
Definition: girls that deliver cookies (or other baked goods) to guys in hopes for increased attention.

Location: usually areas with a high density Mormon population.

Do you know any cookie girls? Have you ever been a cookie girl? What's have you given as a cookie girl? I actually want answers to this if you're willing. Details are awesome, but not required.