Are You Lonesome Tonight?

I am. L is out of town for a meeting. I put the kids to bed and the silence is deafening. It makes the ringing in my ears very loud. I just can't get that Elvis song out of my head, so I'll post the lyrics. See if you can read them without hearing his voice in your head. I was going to put it in my playlist, but that would be cheating.

Are you lonesome tonight,
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the worlds a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Makes me want to pick up my guitar(and fake it, I'm still a beginner.)

By the by, has anyone seen "The Baxter?" I caught it the other day on IFC. I think I'm a Baxter. (Someone please contradict me!) If you don't know what I'm talking about, I am too embarrassed to explain why I think I might be a Baxter, I'd rather you watched the movie.

Once There was a Girl...

...who was wandering through her life, willy-nilly as the wind blew her. She was insecure and indecisive and made her choices as she was thrown into them by circumstance. If a boy liked her, she liked him back(for a minute, then threw him back.) If something came easy to her, she did it. If something was difficult, she didn't. She was beautiful, but didn't know it. She was intelligent and talented, but she didn't think so. She had a few friends, but didn't feel like anyone really cared about her or understood her...

Then there was a boy. He was a fighter. When he saw something he wanted, he fought for it. If there was something he cared about, he would never give up until he was the best, and even then he would not stop. He was very handsome and charismatic, everyone wanted to be around him. He was easy to get to know, but hard to know well. He had friends by the hundreds, but still, he needed something...

Then one day the boy saw a picture of the girl. He saw something in her. He knew she was destined to be his. And he was destined to belong to her. He met the girl, but the wind blew her in another direction. He was undaunted, and chased the windblown girl until she saw him. Really saw him. Then the girl saw in his eyes what he had already seen in hers...and they never parted.

The Beginning.

Happy Hearts

My sweetheart and I went to a V-day banquet last weekend. We ate yummy catered Mexican food, something our dieting palates have not had for a very long time. There was a fun "Not-so-Newlywed" game, an Elvis impersonator(young skinny Elvis, he did a hilarious impression.) And I graced the lucky room with a few performances as well. I always forget until after the fact that maybe I should have invited my sweet mama to come see me the last few times I have solo'd, since she is responsible for my educational beginnings.
Sorry, Mom.
I just thought I would share some of the thoughts that ran through my head at the time.

Grateful that...
-my full tummy did not get in the way of my pitch.
-I did not cry, as has happened a few times when I put too much emo. in it.
Likewise, my voice didn't break.
-they had a mic so I did not have to yell it
-standing O=blushing but happy J

Happy that...
-I could just see the giant proud smile on my date's face as I imagined his
shaking knees (he does this when he is nervous or happy.) He was
nervous for me, since I don't really get nervous, old pro that I am and all.
- I closed my eyes and just let it go. All for him, I did not let him hear me
practice so it would be a surprise which songs I did and how I did them.
- he was there to see me, he has missed the last few times I'd solo'd.
It was a special night for me, and I loved sharing it with the one I love the most.
I hope you had a happy and romantic Valentine's day with your sweethearts, too.

P.S. The three songs I sang are included in my playlist to the right...care to guess which ones?

Snow Day!!

Look what we woke up to this morning:

Snow!!

Son has played in a tiny bit of snow before, I think twice in his young life. But this year he has been asking about it a lot, "Why don't we have snow? I want to play in the snow." He doesn't remember ever being in the snow before. I promised him that if the mountains get snow, I will take him to play in it before winter is over. But it looks like the man upstairs heard the pleas of a little boy, because he was "so incided" this morning when he woke up to white stuff everywhere he looked.

Daughter is saying a new word today: "Hat" Exciting, I know. She has been very intentional about new words she learns these days. She enunciates so carefully..."Boookk" "HHaatt" to make sure she says it just right! She is a hoot!I bundled the kids up ever so carefully in their scarves, hats, mittens, but neglected to plan so well for myself, so we made a mini-snowman. If I had tried to make a full-sized snowman, I fear it would have been at the expense of a frostbitten finger or two. So here he is: carrot nose, raisin eyes in all his momentary winter glory. Son wanted to have a snowball fight, and as I bent over to roll a snowball, he hit me with the first one. He aimed perfectly, and I got snow up the back of my shirt and down the back of my pants...CCCCCCCCCCOLD! I was already half frozen, so before we went inside, I made a snow angel. Son had the idea first, laid down in the snow and got right back up, saying "I don't like that idea anymore." Yeah...cold!


Then, just as we got inside and peeled off our cold wet layers, we got one more happy surprise: Daddy! He had gone into work just to find out that they closed down for today, so he got a snow day too!! We love our Daddy so much and it is not often he gets to stay home with us in the middle of the week! And even better, we can't go anywhere because of the snow! So we are bundling up beside the fire and staying inside ALL DAY LONG for the first time in a LONG time! Hot Chocolate, extra marshmallows, anyone?
UPDATE: Conversation I just overheard: (PG-13, so beware!)
Daddy: Hey Son, do you have to go pee?
(I'm wondering, is he doing a dance or something?)
Daddy: Do you want to go pee in the snow?
Son: That's disgusting! You aren't supposed to pee in the snow...
(Door closes, I imagine Daddy is teaching his son all there is to know about life, which is: NEVER EAT YELLOW SNOW!)
Have a happy snow day, if you have one, and sorry for you if you don't!

Baby-palooza

Tonight we had a family movie party. All of us in jammies watching a movie, eating pumpkin muffins, and staying up past(the kids') bedtime. Hey, don't judge me, it's Friday! Daughter was being such a sweet sister, and Son was being so patient. She insisted on sitting on his lap again and again...but then again, she was sharing her Carebears, so he didn't mind.

Then Daughter decided that she wouldn't rest until the entire couch was filled up with dolls. Believe it or not, she still has some left in her room at this point!
She has been struggling with going to bed peacefully in the last couple weeks. Before that, we'd tuck her in and not hear a peep. But she started really fighting it lately. It has been torture for my mommy ears to hear her yelling things like "Mom...Mom...Ow, Ow" and "Water...Water." So tough. But I eventually figured out that she was just saying anything she thought would get me to come into the room and pick her up. Once I figured that out, I had to steel myself not to get up, no matter what she said. If I picked her up, eventually I'd have to put her down again, and you cannot imagine the terrible screams I would hear then. I shudder to even remember.
So tonight, I told her it was time to go to sleep and she immediately began shaking her head no. I told her she could pick out one of her babies to go to bed with her. She had been holding onto the two in the picture above for a while and could not decide between them. So I told her she could bring them both, but only if she did not cry and went to bed happy. I then gave each doll a mini-lecture about how they had to go to bed quietly with no crying, too. Daddy and I kissed the three of them goodnight and tucked them in. And I didn't hear a peep.