This morning I found myself getting teary eyed while watching a Gospel choir on the morning news. Teary because I was moved, moved because I love the music and need it.... I think I am going to have to join a choir sooner than later and the more Gospel the better. There is something about gospel music that just "cleanses" everything (I do believe that is the point).
I have known this about myself for a long time, that I need music, but not in the way that a lot of people do, or experience I guess I should say. I don't have to have it on all the time, or go to tons of concerts or immerse myself in it, but it is in me everyday. I sing the mundane, hum incessantly and generally crave it for expression. I can't see myself getting to indulge this any time soon as I would need to do some serious juggling and then fork out a ton of cash for a sitter, but.....
.... halleluia and amen, I will let you know when I am belting out this little light of mine and I will invite you to watch me let it shine.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
You may have gathered.......
Life is a little consuming these days. That is not to say that there isn't time for anything, but I am clearly finding it difficult to find the time, inspiration and state of mind to sit down and contribute to the quickly dwindling entries here at Little Big Noise.
We are fine, Phil is working a lot and late, Eme is still fun and a joy to be with and can eat up and hour or two, packing it into what seems to be her hollow leg. I am finding that my jobs are demanding more of me, as is typical for this time of the year and by the time we are home, fed and watered, bathed and Eme is in bed, I am capable of planting myself on the couch, or in bed, and that is about it.
Phone calls seems to require too much energy, or perhaps more truthfully an attentiveness that I am incapable of - I will occasionally read, but again concentration is required so that I don't have to read the same few pages again the next time I manage to pick it up.
It sounds bleak after re-reading, but it is not. Eme and I are having a ball playing together at night and she is enjoyable to be around a watch, observe and soak up. I read a statistic that says the average adult laughs 15 times a day vs. a child that will laugh 400 time in a day. Eme is helping me to bring up my quotient and throw the the stats askew.
I don't have a pic to accompany - sorry they are few and far between these days. I am sure there is one, but that would require looking as one isn't springing to mind.
I will spring one on you when you least expect it.
XO
We are fine, Phil is working a lot and late, Eme is still fun and a joy to be with and can eat up and hour or two, packing it into what seems to be her hollow leg. I am finding that my jobs are demanding more of me, as is typical for this time of the year and by the time we are home, fed and watered, bathed and Eme is in bed, I am capable of planting myself on the couch, or in bed, and that is about it.
Phone calls seems to require too much energy, or perhaps more truthfully an attentiveness that I am incapable of - I will occasionally read, but again concentration is required so that I don't have to read the same few pages again the next time I manage to pick it up.
It sounds bleak after re-reading, but it is not. Eme and I are having a ball playing together at night and she is enjoyable to be around a watch, observe and soak up. I read a statistic that says the average adult laughs 15 times a day vs. a child that will laugh 400 time in a day. Eme is helping me to bring up my quotient and throw the the stats askew.
I don't have a pic to accompany - sorry they are few and far between these days. I am sure there is one, but that would require looking as one isn't springing to mind.
I will spring one on you when you least expect it.
XO
Saturday, November 04, 2006
The many faces...
It is amazing how working almost full time and having a husband who is working more than full time, can seriously cut into your blogging time, not to mention picture taking.
Eme has been not well these past few days, getting hit pretty hard with a nasty cold. We have affectionatly dubbed her the Snot Monster. She seems to be on the mend, but it is definately not fast enough for any of us.
Hallowe'en has past and our little cow girl had a blast. We had a hat, but it wasn't a big hit so we mostly went without. Cute none the less.
Trying on Daddy's shirt was quite entertaining. She can often be found trying on peoples things, purses, scarves, shoes, bras, panties - you name it whe wants to wear it.
I was going to say she is a little more like her Aunty Anna than me, but I now recall that I used to be one heck of a dress-er-up-er-er.
This is the Daddy side of her - striking a rather intimidating New Zealand style rugby pose. Very well played.
A rather sleepy Miss - in between parties she slept for a sound hour and 45 - in the car. And very peacefully I might add. Hoping to have some quality family time tomorrow and then back to the grind I suppose.
Love to all
XO
Eme has been not well these past few days, getting hit pretty hard with a nasty cold. We have affectionatly dubbed her the Snot Monster. She seems to be on the mend, but it is definately not fast enough for any of us.
Hallowe'en has past and our little cow girl had a blast. We had a hat, but it wasn't a big hit so we mostly went without. Cute none the less.
Trying on Daddy's shirt was quite entertaining. She can often be found trying on peoples things, purses, scarves, shoes, bras, panties - you name it whe wants to wear it. I was going to say she is a little more like her Aunty Anna than me, but I now recall that I used to be one heck of a dress-er-up-er-er.
This is the Daddy side of her - striking a rather intimidating New Zealand style rugby pose. Very well played.
A rather sleepy Miss - in between parties she slept for a sound hour and 45 - in the car. And very peacefully I might add. Hoping to have some quality family time tomorrow and then back to the grind I suppose.
Love to allXO
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