So apparently I use Italian-American slang. And I never realized it until today.
Having a talk with Stephanie, Summer and Suzie - just tossing around creative ideas to improve our company - I repeatedly introduced my thoughts with "forget about it..."
As in, Stephanie finishes making her point. I agree and want to add another concept that is related to it. So I say, "Well forget about it..." and then proceed to explain why we should have a YouTube channel for advertising or why we should be conducting online market research to eliminate wasted time in data collection and data entry.
An otherwise intelligent conversation...
And what's even more fun is that I had no idea I was doing it until Summer said something at the end. "I love how passionate you are... you keep using that phrase, it's so cute."
So apparently I'm a paison. Or at least talk like one at ridiculously inappropriate moments.
Nice.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sweet collision...
Arguably my favorite song ever...
Collide (Howie Day)
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the dark you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Collide (Howie Day)
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the dark you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A glad heart kind of morning...
Traffic jams are usually enough to wreck the day...
But thank God for Florida.
Window wide open, staring out at green waves and jamming to old music on the radio... Enough to make me not even care about being late. And that's miraculous!
Not to mention a random run-in with Pastor and Paul and Tracy...
What a clever morning.
Then a soul-satisfying kind of breakfast... an English muffin with peanut butter and honey... some cherry yogurt and hazelnut coffee...
And Howie Day... "sweet is the sight of her room, windows open by candlelight..."
And then, courtesy the magic of related YouTube videos, Tal Bachman and "She's So High" - "she comes to speak to me, I freeze immediately because what she says sounds so unreal..."
And then, thanks to the same magic and this silly, glad heart moment, maybe we'll actually listen to the Police sing "every little thing she does is magic..." or maybe just a few seconds of it, because it's already getting a bit unenjoyable.
In any case, I think we'll finally wind up at Mat Kearney and "All I Need" - "you touch my lips and grab the back of my hand..."
Ah. Today is delightful.
Good morning, dear world.
But thank God for Florida.
Window wide open, staring out at green waves and jamming to old music on the radio... Enough to make me not even care about being late. And that's miraculous!
Not to mention a random run-in with Pastor and Paul and Tracy...
What a clever morning.
Then a soul-satisfying kind of breakfast... an English muffin with peanut butter and honey... some cherry yogurt and hazelnut coffee...
And Howie Day... "sweet is the sight of her room, windows open by candlelight..."
And then, courtesy the magic of related YouTube videos, Tal Bachman and "She's So High" - "she comes to speak to me, I freeze immediately because what she says sounds so unreal..."
And then, thanks to the same magic and this silly, glad heart moment, maybe we'll actually listen to the Police sing "every little thing she does is magic..." or maybe just a few seconds of it, because it's already getting a bit unenjoyable.
In any case, I think we'll finally wind up at Mat Kearney and "All I Need" - "you touch my lips and grab the back of my hand..."
Ah. Today is delightful.
Good morning, dear world.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Silly confession #19...
There's something about saying "good morning." It is by far my favorite greeting.
Perhaps this is a bit odd, considering the fact that I am by no means a morning person...
But especially when it is not exchanged with a stranger on the street and is rather exchanged with a family member or loved one...
"Good morning, sunshine." Said sincerely. And my day is brighter.
I guess there's something intimate about sharing the very first part of the day.
Exchanging sweet greetings while all of the edges are still soft and gentle in sleepy eyes and voices.
It makes me wish I had time to make breakfast for all of us - a huge, ridiculously indulgent feast eaten by an open window while we read and sip coffee.
That's what "good morning" feels like. Like having time for what I love best. Like sweet, soft moments.
Yes, by far my favorite greeting.
Perhaps this is a bit odd, considering the fact that I am by no means a morning person...
But especially when it is not exchanged with a stranger on the street and is rather exchanged with a family member or loved one...
"Good morning, sunshine." Said sincerely. And my day is brighter.
I guess there's something intimate about sharing the very first part of the day.
Exchanging sweet greetings while all of the edges are still soft and gentle in sleepy eyes and voices.
It makes me wish I had time to make breakfast for all of us - a huge, ridiculously indulgent feast eaten by an open window while we read and sip coffee.
That's what "good morning" feels like. Like having time for what I love best. Like sweet, soft moments.
Yes, by far my favorite greeting.
Friday, March 20, 2009
A little charm...
I think I'm beginning to realize...
that life needs conversations with strangers through open windows at stop lights.
life needs open windows. and sunglasses. and hair blowing. and that halfway smile of delicious sun-kissed moments.
life needs Mat Kearney on Pandora. and that line I love on repeat.
life needs corn pops at 12am. just because.
it needs robin hood. or beauty and the beast. or a children's book on the floor.
life needs long stretches. and sleeping in and too many pillows.
life needs sitting by the pool in the middle of the night for no reason. life needs to look at the stars. life needs that spot on his shoulder that makes everything else melt away.
life needs a smile and a little moment to think in.
I am happiest in very small things. and they've been saving me lately.
life needs a little charm and God's been sending it my way lately.
12:30 now. should be sleeping. early morning coming.
i want to put my things in the back of a car and drive, california maybe. it's not that i mind my life or even want to change it. quite the contrary, i am quite content.
but i want to feel the wheels turning. and the wind blowing. and pour myself out onto the highway. and hear them singing my heart on the radio.
i just want the adventure and endless hours of the beauty of a car on open highway.
charming.
that life needs conversations with strangers through open windows at stop lights.
life needs open windows. and sunglasses. and hair blowing. and that halfway smile of delicious sun-kissed moments.
life needs Mat Kearney on Pandora. and that line I love on repeat.
life needs corn pops at 12am. just because.
it needs robin hood. or beauty and the beast. or a children's book on the floor.
life needs long stretches. and sleeping in and too many pillows.
life needs sitting by the pool in the middle of the night for no reason. life needs to look at the stars. life needs that spot on his shoulder that makes everything else melt away.
life needs a smile and a little moment to think in.
I am happiest in very small things. and they've been saving me lately.
life needs a little charm and God's been sending it my way lately.
12:30 now. should be sleeping. early morning coming.
i want to put my things in the back of a car and drive, california maybe. it's not that i mind my life or even want to change it. quite the contrary, i am quite content.
but i want to feel the wheels turning. and the wind blowing. and pour myself out onto the highway. and hear them singing my heart on the radio.
i just want the adventure and endless hours of the beauty of a car on open highway.
charming.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Enjoying sweet moments...
Call me a Florida girl if you want to, but Ft. Desoto beach is one of the greatest places in the world.
After a busy night of paper-writing on Friday, it was glorious to sleep in and then jump in the car with some of my dearest friends. Windows open and music on is where I live always... but it's even sweeter when the car is aimed for open skies and blue water.
Laying there in the sun and a breather from the insanity that has been life lately was amazing. But even better was waking up to sweetness.
Drifting off (in my usual manner) only to awake to Tom Petty or the Counting Crows or Hootie or Elton John... called out of brief, gentle naps by different joyful sounds.. each time to a slightly different flavor of my favorite musical sweetness... to a quick glance at the waves crashing in... or at my sister, functioning as amazingly as ever in that one-on-one relational ministry that is her signature... or at the amazing guy resting beside me... or at the other amazing guys, doing the relational ministry thing and digging a random canal.
It was a beautiful moment.
And, now that it has dulled a little, I don't even mind the slight sting of summer on my shoulders because it take me right back to resting in the sun and enjoying the beautiful in life.
It was a perfect moment.
And I am so thankful.
After a busy night of paper-writing on Friday, it was glorious to sleep in and then jump in the car with some of my dearest friends. Windows open and music on is where I live always... but it's even sweeter when the car is aimed for open skies and blue water.
Laying there in the sun and a breather from the insanity that has been life lately was amazing. But even better was waking up to sweetness.
Drifting off (in my usual manner) only to awake to Tom Petty or the Counting Crows or Hootie or Elton John... called out of brief, gentle naps by different joyful sounds.. each time to a slightly different flavor of my favorite musical sweetness... to a quick glance at the waves crashing in... or at my sister, functioning as amazingly as ever in that one-on-one relational ministry that is her signature... or at the amazing guy resting beside me... or at the other amazing guys, doing the relational ministry thing and digging a random canal.
It was a beautiful moment.
And, now that it has dulled a little, I don't even mind the slight sting of summer on my shoulders because it take me right back to resting in the sun and enjoying the beautiful in life.
It was a perfect moment.
And I am so thankful.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Silly confession #17...
This morning while we were picking up Lauren, my Bible fell out and landed at the edge of a little mud puddle.
One of the lower corners of the back cover slipped in and had water around the edge when I picked it up, which I then wiped off gently.
I hopped in the car, we started some music and laughed the rest of the way to work.
But the book moment was surprisingly charming... and it wasn't until just now that I figured out why.
It reminded me of that scene in Beauty and the Beast where Gaston throws Belle's book in the puddle and she wipes it off with her apron. The way that the water gathered on the edge looked just the same. It added a specific moment to the generic qualities that I relate to in her character. And it pleased me.
Admittedly silly. But, hey, in my defense, I never claimed to be serious...
I wish you wonderful Disney moments today.
P.S. - Silly confession #18 is that I just picked a random number to start with because it seemed odd to start with #1.
One of the lower corners of the back cover slipped in and had water around the edge when I picked it up, which I then wiped off gently.
I hopped in the car, we started some music and laughed the rest of the way to work.
But the book moment was surprisingly charming... and it wasn't until just now that I figured out why.
It reminded me of that scene in Beauty and the Beast where Gaston throws Belle's book in the puddle and she wipes it off with her apron. The way that the water gathered on the edge looked just the same. It added a specific moment to the generic qualities that I relate to in her character. And it pleased me.
Admittedly silly. But, hey, in my defense, I never claimed to be serious...
I wish you wonderful Disney moments today.
P.S. - Silly confession #18 is that I just picked a random number to start with because it seemed odd to start with #1.
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