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~ Swallow Thy Pride, Buddy!~

A Helpful Suggestion for The Late Show.

Go for it, Dave! It’s for the good of mankind… plus, it will surely boost your TV ratings.

Gotta love this:

“POTUS: Can, uh, we, uh, go to, uh, I’m Barack Obama, and I don’t, uh, approve this message.”

RAOTFLOL 🙂

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~ Every Bite You Take ~

Please sing along with me: Please click Every Breath You Take Instrumental for the accompanying music:

Every snack you make
And every bite you take
Every steak you make
Every cake you bake
I’ll be watching you.

Every single crave
Of sugar-coated fave
It’s a pound you gain
If you will give in
I’ll be watching you.

Oh can’t you see
Your food belongs to me.
How my belly aches
With every bite you take!

Every treat you rake
And every scale you break
It’ll up your grip to your rounding hip
I’ll be watching you.

Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a taste
I dream of sweets that’ll surely up my waist.
I look around but it’s never gonna end
I feel the craves and I long for food trip trend
Oh Jenny Craig, help me, baby, pleaseeeee!

(Long instrumental)

Oh can’t you see
Your food belongs to me.
How my belly aches
With every bite you take!

Every treat you rake
And every scale you break
It’ll up your grip to your rounding hip
I’ll be watching you.

Every steak you make
Every cake you bake
I’ll be watching you.

I’ll be watching you.
Every snack you make
Every bite you take
Every steak you make
I’ll be watching you.
Every cake you bake
Every single crave
Every treat you rake
I’ll be watching you.
Every scale you break.
Every snack you make
Every bite you take
I’ll be watching you.
Every steak you make
Every cake you bake
Every single crave
I’ll be watching you.
Every treat you rake
Every scale you break
Every snack you make
I’ll be watching you…

~ A Lament of Lost America? ~

Strikingly beautiful song by Iron and Wine. The song is open to one’s own interpretation and has multiple meanings (just like every other), but one of them is possibly the ailing America theory :(. When I listen to music I interpret it to mean something to me. A kind of overpowering melody of glee and gloom without challenging or compromising its sense of anticipation, rhythmically organized that has meaning in and of itself, not to mention a good ear-pleasing acoustic guitar piece to play as well… an exceptionally good piece of creative work.

Simply BRILLIANT and AWESOME!


I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

~ Halloween Haunt With The ‘Saints’ ~

Have we been spooked out of celebrating a part of our Christian rich tradition on Halloween that we intentionally omit and deviate from costumes engaging in witchcraft, ghosts, skeletons, witches, and devils that Halloween costumes are traditionally modelled after, or are we simply out of fashion? Well, I’m glad I didn’t have to travel too far to celebrate All Saints Day (also known as Hallowmas, All Hallows, and Hallowtide) with the nuns in downtown Memphis.

I was planning on being a cool FBI agent for Halloween but the nuns dressed me as an angel for the Feast of All Saints. That is so awesome 🙂 Hanging out with the likes of “Saints Therese of Lisieux, Maria Goretti…”

All Saints Day Performance—with “Lucia/Jacinta and Francisco of Our Lady Of Fatima,” and of course “Saint Juan Diego of Our Lady of Guadalupe.” The kids loved playing their parts as saints and visionaries…with the costumes and all 🙂


With “Little Lucia? of Our Lady of Fatima,”…I believe. She’s so adorable!

So glad I was an “angel”… I didn’t have to memorize any lines!

With my fellow “angel” & “Blessed Mother Teresa”

~ Moonstrucked… By Van The Man? ~

Yes, a Van Morrison song can get me hyped up, crazed, dazed and distracted; he can also put me in a temporary dreamily romant state aka trance-like mode that can get me to act in a rather irrational, wistful, dreamy, perplexed way… a state so intense as to cause a transient loss of sanity! Oops…I think I’m over-expressing my emotions. 🙂 Thank goodness the song only lasts a few minutes…hahaha.

~ Dejar de Cantar, Please! ~

Dejar de cantar, I believe, translates to stop singing. I’ve taken a number of Spanish classes (both in high school and college), and with that amount of studying, one can only assume that I can easily construct a whole sentence, or better yet, carry a simple conversation in Spanish, right? Wrong. I can read simple things in Spanish but the minute someone starts talking in Spanish I am totally lost. In other words, I can read and literally speak the words (without regard to whether I pronounce the words correctly or not :)) but I don’t “speak” the language. But that didn’t stop me from singing this morning at mass. While attending Spanish Sunday Mass with the kids who are bi-lingual (Spanish/English), I was proudly and nonchalantly singing the hymns without an ounce of hesitancy, until 6 year old Lindsay whispered in my ear: “Could you please stop singing already?” It was the little girl’s candid way of telling me that I am not doing the songs a good bit of justice making the hymns unlistenable due to my faulty Spanish pronunciation! Oh well, at least I know now what “dejar de cantar, por favor” means.

~ Can We Sit Down Now? ~

At Mass today… after Communion with a 5 year old:

Teresa: Let’s talk to Jesus (kneeling).
Lindsay: Done! Can we sit down now?
Teresa: That was quick (still kneeling).
Lindsay: I already talked to Jesus a while ago.
Teresa: Oh, ok … but I have to talk to Jesus.
Lindsay: I already talked to Jesus for you.