Every Now And Then
FFH
Every now and then I get
a little wrapped up in myself
and I...
I can't see you reaching
Every now and then I get
a little overwhelmed by the world
and I can't hear you calling
You have always told me
you'll always be there.
You are only one prayer away.
Every now and then
You whisper peace to me
with your tender words
unexpectedly.
And when I'm at the end
and taking my last breath
and drowning in my pride
I got nothing left.
Oh and I can see you
coming around the bend
Yeah you're taking me
to that place again.
Every now and then I get
a little tired of my reflection
and I want to break the mirror
And every now and then I get
blinded by my own perception
and I need to see you clearer.
But you have always told me
you'll always be there.
You are only one prayer away.
Every now and then
you whisper peace to me
with your tender words
unexpectedly
When I'm at the end
and taking my last breath
and drowning in my pride
I got nothing left.
Oh and I can see you
coming around the bend
Yeah, you're taking me
to that place again.
Every now and then...
Every now and then
you whisper peace to me
with your tender words
unexpectedly
When I'm at the end
and taking my last breath
and drowning in my pride
I got nothing left.
Oh then I can see you
coming around the bend
Yeah, you're taking me
to that place again.
Every now and then...
Oh, and I can see you
coming around the bend
Yeah, you're finding me
in this place again.
Every now and then...
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Song In My Heart - Before It Was Said
Before It Was Said
FFH
Every day I sit and pray to God above
To watch over me and my family
But every day I seem to pray the same old thing
In the same old way, and I start to think
That maybe I should change
And find something better to say
But I've learned to believe
You always hear me when I pray
So I get down on my knees
'Cause I'm stronger than these
Voices inside of my head
They try to deceive me
And make me believe
That I would be better instead
To take my requests and put them to rest
But You're already one step ahead
You knew just what I would say
Before it was said
Every night I lie awake wondering
If You're listening to every heartbeat
You've told me that You know the deepest part of me
And You'll watch over me and my family
So I guess I shouldn't change
'Cause You hear every word that I say
And I knew You are here
When I come to You this way
So I guess I shouldn't change
'Cause You hear every word that I say
And I knew You were here
When I knelt down today
FFH
Every day I sit and pray to God above
To watch over me and my family
But every day I seem to pray the same old thing
In the same old way, and I start to think
That maybe I should change
And find something better to say
But I've learned to believe
You always hear me when I pray
So I get down on my knees
'Cause I'm stronger than these
Voices inside of my head
They try to deceive me
And make me believe
That I would be better instead
To take my requests and put them to rest
But You're already one step ahead
You knew just what I would say
Before it was said
Every night I lie awake wondering
If You're listening to every heartbeat
You've told me that You know the deepest part of me
And You'll watch over me and my family
So I guess I shouldn't change
'Cause You hear every word that I say
And I knew You are here
When I come to You this way
So I guess I shouldn't change
'Cause You hear every word that I say
And I knew You were here
When I knelt down today
I Hate Facebook Meddlers
I think I may even hate the internet. It gets people into all kinds of trouble. Who could predict that my friend using the wrong description of his relationship with his girlfriend on facebook could cause them to break up? Who would predict that ANOTHER friend of mine would be dumped because of what his girlfriend saw someone had posted on his MySpace wall? Or that YET ANOTHER friend of mine would be in serious trouble with her boyfriend because of some pictures that a friend from HIGH SCHOOL posted that are like 9 years old??
As far as my pesonal experience - I HATE FACEBOOK MEDDLERS. People who use facebook as a motive, means, and opportunity to involve themselves in things that are none of their business. You know who you are.
Stop it.
Leave me alone.
As far as my pesonal experience - I HATE FACEBOOK MEDDLERS. People who use facebook as a motive, means, and opportunity to involve themselves in things that are none of their business. You know who you are.
Stop it.
Leave me alone.
What is "Bloggable" Anyway?
So seriously - my question for the masses today is what is worthy of being blogged? How do you know if something is "bloggable" or "blogworthy" [as some prefer]? I suppose if we were to try and divine some kind of objective standard, most of us would be out of luck. I mean, for instance, who really cares that Pierce Brosnan himself washed my windshield last Saturday afternoon? Or, who cares that I'm watching my favorite movie, The First Wives Club , on USA, or why it's my favorite movie, or my reflections on life in general as related to said televisual feast? Who cares that I had my nails painted a shade of red called "I'm Not Really A Waitress" this morning? Or that I botched my cross at practice this morning?
Answer? I have absolutely no idea that's who. Maybe my parents care that I'm awake and alive on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe my trial team partner appreciates my positive knowledge of my need to like pay attention during direct. Maybe my brother cares about the status of my fantasy football team. Maybe my boyfriend cares that about my preference for movies with latent feminist undertones. But then again, maybe they don't.
But guess what...I don't care who cares. The beauty of the internet is, if there were some kind of objective standard of what ought to be allowed, then there probably wouldn't BE an internet. So anyone who attempts to comment on my choices in what to blog about would vanish in a poof of applied metaphysics.
And maybe my feminism isn't latent. Maybe this movie isn't feminist - maybe it's what SHOULD be the norm. Women should not be used and abused and discarded. What's wrong with a movie where Sarah Jessica Parker gets ditched. And who says opening a domestic abuse center is something reserved for women? Ridiculous...yes yes it is.
So I mean I could sit here and give you all the play by play on my life. But I don't want to - and it's my blog so I can do what I want.
Get your own traffic.
Answer? I have absolutely no idea that's who. Maybe my parents care that I'm awake and alive on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe my trial team partner appreciates my positive knowledge of my need to like pay attention during direct. Maybe my brother cares about the status of my fantasy football team. Maybe my boyfriend cares that about my preference for movies with latent feminist undertones. But then again, maybe they don't.
But guess what...I don't care who cares. The beauty of the internet is, if there were some kind of objective standard of what ought to be allowed, then there probably wouldn't BE an internet. So anyone who attempts to comment on my choices in what to blog about would vanish in a poof of applied metaphysics.
And maybe my feminism isn't latent. Maybe this movie isn't feminist - maybe it's what SHOULD be the norm. Women should not be used and abused and discarded. What's wrong with a movie where Sarah Jessica Parker gets ditched. And who says opening a domestic abuse center is something reserved for women? Ridiculous...yes yes it is.
So I mean I could sit here and give you all the play by play on my life. But I don't want to - and it's my blog so I can do what I want.
Get your own traffic.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Dallas Cowboy's Bible
I thought this deserved a revival
Dallas Cowboys Bible
The following is a list of excerpts from the Dallas Cowboys Bible (copyright 2003 by Josh Massingill and Ryan Thomas). Please note: these are intended to be humorous – don’t take them too seriously, and please don’t be offended.
Enjoy!
____________________________________________________
In the beginning was Emmit. And Emmit was with God and Emmit was nearly God. He was sent to Earth to show man the way to the end zone.
And the angel said unto Mrs. Smith "You are to have a son. You will name him Emmit. He is the one that has come to reconcile the Dallas Cowboys." Mrs. Smith had difficulty believing this as she was old and barren, but to her surprise, she was soon with child. The Lord had fulfilled the prophecy of Tom Landry "Out of Florida will come Dallas's most mighty player. He will adorn the number 22 and become to the all-time rushing leader."
As the Cowboys spited the evil 49ers to march into the land God promised them, Steve Young cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi Eloi, llama cowboint mei oth plaicthani" which means, "My God, My God, why couldn't you have let me play for the Cowboys?"
Thus, at that time, the Lord ordered the lyrics to "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys" be changed to "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be 49ers." And it was good.
In the second year of the reign of Jimmy Johnson the archangel Tom Landry appeared before the Buffalo Bills in the locker room before the 93 Super Bowl. "Evil are your ways oh Bills! Woe to you! Woe to the Buffalo Bills. You are destined to lose every super bowl you ever make it to forever and ever.”
…and the bills wept.
…then the Lord blessed the Cowboys and all their followers by giving them the best stadium in the world, and the hottest cheerleaders in Heaven and on Earth, they are disease free forever and ever amen.
Jimmy pled with the Chief of the Dallas drug enforcement office where Michael was being held saying "let my people go!" But again the Chief said no. Because of this the Lord unleashed the plague of bad publicity on the city.
Jerry replied to the questioning fans, "What business have you claiming I am a 'meddling owner'? Was it not I that handpicked Jimmy Johnson to be coach in 92? Was it not I that suggested the drafting of Troy Aikman? You brute of vipers!"
…and the Lord said to those who blasphemed against Jimmy Johnson, "Surely you will never see the promised land. The Cowboys will wander in the hot, nasty desert of Losing Seasons for 40 games before they will be allowed to enter the Promised Land"
Deion Sanders then continued to sign multiple-year contracts with every team in the league, systematically suffering "injuries" which rendered him useless to the signing team. He now works for CBS.
And the Lord had mercy on the honorable Troy Aikman, and took him out of football peacefully so he wouldn't have to experience the pain of a mid-season 'death'. Also, the Lord presented him with many car dealerships to supplement the income he was used to.
And then the false prophet Dave Campo attempted to take control of the Lord's team for himself. God spited him and his entire family for that offense, or should we say "lack of offense".
Two of Jerry Jones' spies reported back to him that there was a great evil army in the south known as the "Texans". Jones commanded that the Cowboys go forth to Houston and crush the Philistine Texans and reclaim their title as "America's Team". But the cowboys had done evil in the eyes of the Lord and thus suffered a humiliating defeat in the 2002 season opener by the philistine expansion team. It was not until the following season that the Lord's team was able to crush the evil Texans.
Using injuries, dropped passes, bad calls, and incompetent players, God cursed the House of Jones for many seasons. The Cowboys wondered why God would curse his team. Then they cast lots and realized it was because He hated Dave Campo, so he was thrown into the fiery furnace of retirement. Later, God presented the Cowboys with Bill Parcells, telling his people, "Using a revamped roster, and old school coaching style, he will lead you to the Promised Land"
And as it was announced that Bill Parcells would be the head coach of the Cowboys, the clouds opened up, and a loud voice said, "This is my prophet with whom I am well pleased." and the people knew that the prophet Bill was the real deal and thousands scrambled to give money back to God in the form of Cowboy's season tickets.
While Bill Parcells was up on the mountain still receiving the new playbook from the Lord - the evil fans plead with the Texan millionaires saying, "What shall we do? We have no winning team?" So they made themselves an idol in the shape of a calf (the team symbol of the Texans) and bowed and prayed to it. When Bill returned and found this he was so angry he smashed the first playbook on the ground.
But Emmit would never see the return of the glory days in Dallas as he was vanished from the land of milk and honey to the desert wastelands of Arizona to play for the Cardinals. Troy Hambrick then stood before the team in the locker room and said, "Choose for you this day whom you will play for. But as for me and my family, we will serve the Dallas Cowboys."
May the Lord bless his team forever and ever, amen.
Dallas Cowboys Bible
The following is a list of excerpts from the Dallas Cowboys Bible (copyright 2003 by Josh Massingill and Ryan Thomas). Please note: these are intended to be humorous – don’t take them too seriously, and please don’t be offended.
Enjoy!
____________________________________________________
In the beginning was Emmit. And Emmit was with God and Emmit was nearly God. He was sent to Earth to show man the way to the end zone.
And the angel said unto Mrs. Smith "You are to have a son. You will name him Emmit. He is the one that has come to reconcile the Dallas Cowboys." Mrs. Smith had difficulty believing this as she was old and barren, but to her surprise, she was soon with child. The Lord had fulfilled the prophecy of Tom Landry "Out of Florida will come Dallas's most mighty player. He will adorn the number 22 and become to the all-time rushing leader."
As the Cowboys spited the evil 49ers to march into the land God promised them, Steve Young cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi Eloi, llama cowboint mei oth plaicthani" which means, "My God, My God, why couldn't you have let me play for the Cowboys?"
Thus, at that time, the Lord ordered the lyrics to "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys" be changed to "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be 49ers." And it was good.
In the second year of the reign of Jimmy Johnson the archangel Tom Landry appeared before the Buffalo Bills in the locker room before the 93 Super Bowl. "Evil are your ways oh Bills! Woe to you! Woe to the Buffalo Bills. You are destined to lose every super bowl you ever make it to forever and ever.”
…and the bills wept.
…then the Lord blessed the Cowboys and all their followers by giving them the best stadium in the world, and the hottest cheerleaders in Heaven and on Earth, they are disease free forever and ever amen.
Jimmy pled with the Chief of the Dallas drug enforcement office where Michael was being held saying "let my people go!" But again the Chief said no. Because of this the Lord unleashed the plague of bad publicity on the city.
Jerry replied to the questioning fans, "What business have you claiming I am a 'meddling owner'? Was it not I that handpicked Jimmy Johnson to be coach in 92? Was it not I that suggested the drafting of Troy Aikman? You brute of vipers!"
…and the Lord said to those who blasphemed against Jimmy Johnson, "Surely you will never see the promised land. The Cowboys will wander in the hot, nasty desert of Losing Seasons for 40 games before they will be allowed to enter the Promised Land"
Deion Sanders then continued to sign multiple-year contracts with every team in the league, systematically suffering "injuries" which rendered him useless to the signing team. He now works for CBS.
And the Lord had mercy on the honorable Troy Aikman, and took him out of football peacefully so he wouldn't have to experience the pain of a mid-season 'death'. Also, the Lord presented him with many car dealerships to supplement the income he was used to.
And then the false prophet Dave Campo attempted to take control of the Lord's team for himself. God spited him and his entire family for that offense, or should we say "lack of offense".
Two of Jerry Jones' spies reported back to him that there was a great evil army in the south known as the "Texans". Jones commanded that the Cowboys go forth to Houston and crush the Philistine Texans and reclaim their title as "America's Team". But the cowboys had done evil in the eyes of the Lord and thus suffered a humiliating defeat in the 2002 season opener by the philistine expansion team. It was not until the following season that the Lord's team was able to crush the evil Texans.
Using injuries, dropped passes, bad calls, and incompetent players, God cursed the House of Jones for many seasons. The Cowboys wondered why God would curse his team. Then they cast lots and realized it was because He hated Dave Campo, so he was thrown into the fiery furnace of retirement. Later, God presented the Cowboys with Bill Parcells, telling his people, "Using a revamped roster, and old school coaching style, he will lead you to the Promised Land"
And as it was announced that Bill Parcells would be the head coach of the Cowboys, the clouds opened up, and a loud voice said, "This is my prophet with whom I am well pleased." and the people knew that the prophet Bill was the real deal and thousands scrambled to give money back to God in the form of Cowboy's season tickets.
While Bill Parcells was up on the mountain still receiving the new playbook from the Lord - the evil fans plead with the Texan millionaires saying, "What shall we do? We have no winning team?" So they made themselves an idol in the shape of a calf (the team symbol of the Texans) and bowed and prayed to it. When Bill returned and found this he was so angry he smashed the first playbook on the ground.
But Emmit would never see the return of the glory days in Dallas as he was vanished from the land of milk and honey to the desert wastelands of Arizona to play for the Cardinals. Troy Hambrick then stood before the team in the locker room and said, "Choose for you this day whom you will play for. But as for me and my family, we will serve the Dallas Cowboys."
May the Lord bless his team forever and ever, amen.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Work
I went to work again yesterday, at the Mission, and everytime I go I am always prepared for my heart to be broken - and everytime I drive home I cry because it was.
When I got there yesterday, I was faced with a number of things all on one day that were difficult for me. In an effort to avoid ethical dilemas, I will skip the details of each case, and just present the questions with which I was faced yesterday:
1) Can I, in good faith, expunge the criminal record of an adult who's offenses included Driving While Intoxicated and Vehicular Assault?
2) What can I do for a man the system has ignored? What can I do to help the immigrant who is perhaps being extorted by law enforcement - who's lost his job and has no food and is desperate because someone somewhere lost a sheet of paper and is waiting for the replacement to come in triplicate? Why don't legal ethics permit me to help him? How can I be satisfied with my work if I have to watch him walk out the door still starving?
3) WHy am I so tired - why are all my compatriots so tired but we haven't made a dent??? Why is it that despite all the grand efforts of hundreds who came beore me, that still when I drive home from work, there are tents on every available space and childen without shoes??? Why does downtown LA still look like a refugee camp? And why do I have Dr. Pepper in my fridge for extra caloric intake while they are starving??? And perhaps more importantly - why do many codes of legal ethics, including The ABA Model Code, PRECLUDE me from helping them??? Why can't I feed them - why can I ONLY help them with tickets or visitation rights but cannot assist them in surviving?
While I was serving dinner down in the cafe after finishing my work at the clinic, an old woman shook her cain at me, insulted me and told me that it was "just an accident my oreo [butt] was on that side of the chains" and I didn't know what I could say. Maybe it's not an accident, maybe it is. Either way - she's still hungry and I just ate a banana.
When I got there yesterday, I was faced with a number of things all on one day that were difficult for me. In an effort to avoid ethical dilemas, I will skip the details of each case, and just present the questions with which I was faced yesterday:
1) Can I, in good faith, expunge the criminal record of an adult who's offenses included Driving While Intoxicated and Vehicular Assault?
2) What can I do for a man the system has ignored? What can I do to help the immigrant who is perhaps being extorted by law enforcement - who's lost his job and has no food and is desperate because someone somewhere lost a sheet of paper and is waiting for the replacement to come in triplicate? Why don't legal ethics permit me to help him? How can I be satisfied with my work if I have to watch him walk out the door still starving?
3) WHy am I so tired - why are all my compatriots so tired but we haven't made a dent??? Why is it that despite all the grand efforts of hundreds who came beore me, that still when I drive home from work, there are tents on every available space and childen without shoes??? Why does downtown LA still look like a refugee camp? And why do I have Dr. Pepper in my fridge for extra caloric intake while they are starving??? And perhaps more importantly - why do many codes of legal ethics, including The ABA Model Code, PRECLUDE me from helping them??? Why can't I feed them - why can I ONLY help them with tickets or visitation rights but cannot assist them in surviving?
While I was serving dinner down in the cafe after finishing my work at the clinic, an old woman shook her cain at me, insulted me and told me that it was "just an accident my oreo [butt] was on that side of the chains" and I didn't know what I could say. Maybe it's not an accident, maybe it is. Either way - she's still hungry and I just ate a banana.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Lonely
What are you supposed to do about lonliness? I think I was in the 7th grade when I first became familiar with the concept of being lonely even while surrounded by people. I believe this realization came from reading the Phantom Tollbooth and learning that Milo, although surrounded by people was lonely, and although surrounded by stuff, wasn't happy.
Now that I'm older, I realize that lonliness comes in all shapes and forms. I suspect many of you will not understand what I'm about to say, but I would contend that has very little to do with the subjective reality of my opinion.
Society is ridiculous - they teach you that you can't be completely happy without a "significant other" of some type. I don't really think that's true - I think that I was quite satisfied with my life when I was single. That isn't to say there was no room for someone else, it is simply to say that it is possible to exist independently of another person.
But, and I hate to say it, I'm almost more lonley now then I was then. I'm definately more miserable now - knowing isn't enough. Knowing someone loves you isn't really what fills the space you found when you realized you loved them is it? Or maybe it does, and it's just that a different space opens up when they get on a plane and fly right out of your time zone.
Just around the corner doesn't really go well with so many miles. And I'm not sure that phone calls cure the phenomenon of two people looking at two different oceans at the same time with nothing but facebook in between. And "I love you" is sometimes the most painful thing right after "I love you too" a person can hear.
Growing up teaches you that life isn't always happy endings and smiley faces and white girls jumping up and down because the Frat boy in Act II finally admitted he cares for her. In plays, that's always the end of Act V isn't it? The curtain falls and everyone sighs with relief - as if him saying he cares for her and her saying she cares for him was all it took to conquor the void caused by a whole lot of cognitive dissonance in Acts I-IV. But let me tell you folks, that's only Act I, Scene V. The real question is NOW WHAT.
Act II is where the families go at it - all giving their opinions and most of them less than helpful if not downright hurtful. Act III is the sad and pathetic attempt to squeeze in a vist or two that only seems to make the whole situation worse. Act IV is where we find out she's more miserable then she was before and he doesn't know what to do about it. As for Act V I don't know what that is...and although I sincerely hope it's not true, I may never know.
I guess we'll all just have to keep watching...and hope that the Screen Actor's Guild doesn't convince the leads their talents would be better utilized in some other film with a more predictable plot, a curtain drop after "aww I care about you too" and no difficulty after an empty "I love you". But you never know, Unions can be pretty persuasive.
I guess it's a good thing Unions are basically illegal in Texas.
Now that I'm older, I realize that lonliness comes in all shapes and forms. I suspect many of you will not understand what I'm about to say, but I would contend that has very little to do with the subjective reality of my opinion.
Society is ridiculous - they teach you that you can't be completely happy without a "significant other" of some type. I don't really think that's true - I think that I was quite satisfied with my life when I was single. That isn't to say there was no room for someone else, it is simply to say that it is possible to exist independently of another person.
But, and I hate to say it, I'm almost more lonley now then I was then. I'm definately more miserable now - knowing isn't enough. Knowing someone loves you isn't really what fills the space you found when you realized you loved them is it? Or maybe it does, and it's just that a different space opens up when they get on a plane and fly right out of your time zone.
Just around the corner doesn't really go well with so many miles. And I'm not sure that phone calls cure the phenomenon of two people looking at two different oceans at the same time with nothing but facebook in between. And "I love you" is sometimes the most painful thing right after "I love you too" a person can hear.
Growing up teaches you that life isn't always happy endings and smiley faces and white girls jumping up and down because the Frat boy in Act II finally admitted he cares for her. In plays, that's always the end of Act V isn't it? The curtain falls and everyone sighs with relief - as if him saying he cares for her and her saying she cares for him was all it took to conquor the void caused by a whole lot of cognitive dissonance in Acts I-IV. But let me tell you folks, that's only Act I, Scene V. The real question is NOW WHAT.
Act II is where the families go at it - all giving their opinions and most of them less than helpful if not downright hurtful. Act III is the sad and pathetic attempt to squeeze in a vist or two that only seems to make the whole situation worse. Act IV is where we find out she's more miserable then she was before and he doesn't know what to do about it. As for Act V I don't know what that is...and although I sincerely hope it's not true, I may never know.
I guess we'll all just have to keep watching...and hope that the Screen Actor's Guild doesn't convince the leads their talents would be better utilized in some other film with a more predictable plot, a curtain drop after "aww I care about you too" and no difficulty after an empty "I love you". But you never know, Unions can be pretty persuasive.
I guess it's a good thing Unions are basically illegal in Texas.
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