Delayed Post

O God, hold me now
O Lord, hold me now
There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what You can to anoint my head
O God, where are you now?
O Lord, say somehow

Da da da, da da da

O God, hold me now
O God, touch me now
There's no other man who could save the day
There's no other god who could raise the dead


H sang that song on Sunday
1. It gave me chills
2. Had to fight off the desire to cry. It was really moving
3. Way to go H

Sir Brian De Bois Guilbert

Now before you read this post you must pronounce the name properly
Sir Brian De Bois Guilbert

phonetically: Sir Brian De Bwa Gillbeyar
say it a couple times. Alright you are ready.

So I just finished watching Ivanhoe A glorious six hour movie. I secretly wish that all movies were at least 6 hours.
I presumes Ivanhoe to be a movie of undying love and enduring faithfulness. I was deceived but I do not regret the time I gave to it. Sir Brian De Bois Guilbert is really the big time bad guy in the movie but he is redeemed thankfully. Pretty much I just really enjoy saying his name.

That's all I should say about this

Adieu

What's a blog post without a picture?

What I am reading now

The Portrait of a Lady
by Henry James

p.64
She had a theory that it was only under this provision life was worth living; that one should be the best, should be conscious of a fine organisation (she couldn't help knowing her organisation was fine), should move in the realm of light, of natural wisdom, of happy impulse, of inspiration gracefully chronic. It is almost as unnecessary to cultivate doubt of one's self as to cultivate doubt of one's best friend; one should try to be one's self best friend and to give one's self, in this manner distinguished company.

Sigh Forevermore Ladies : Part II

This blog is the continuation of "Chapstick in the Laundry: The Worst Day of Your Life"

This blog was supposed to be titled "Sigh No More Ladies".
Implying that the hitherto chapstick heartbreak had been solved.
But as you see the title is "Sigh Forevermore Ladies."

I was very tempted to skip this blog and ask my two blog reader to forget that I had ever said the word "chapstick" that I had ever used chapstick, that I have ever loved chapstick.

But I will face this pain in true literary style.
Here is my adaptation to "Sigh no more, Ladies" By W. Shakespeare

Sigh Forevermore , Ladies, Sigh Forevermore
Women were deceived ever,
One hand on the heart and one on the lips
But to one thing constant ever
Then sigh so,
But let Chapstick go,
And be you chapped but bonny,
Converting all your woes,
Into. Hey Nonny Nonny

Apply no more glosses, apply no mo,
or sticks so rich and minty
The fraud of them was ever so,
Since first wash is too high a levy
Then sigh so,
But let Chapstick go,
And be you chapped but bonny,
Converting all your woes,
Into. Hey Nonny Nonny



Worst of all, It ended in a fiasco of bubbles and Matt's work pants are still stained. Sigh

Christmas with the Allens

Here is what are apartment looks like Christmas-a-fide

Blog for Tania

My Life in Pictures
Per request of Tania.
This is pretty much a picture of me life right now


1.The Day starts at


a.m

2.Eat breakfast and make lunches for my husband and I




3. Try and wake matt up.

* Megan in the morning



* Matt in the morning


4. Have a good day at work honey *kiss*


5. Clean Teethx5


6. Lunch Break




7. Clean Teeth x3


8. Cook Dinner


9. Matt does the dishes



10. Rest/ Read/ or Watch T.V.




11. Bed at 10 ish




Begin Again

"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

Today was Mother's Day. My mother loves blowing bubbles. So we got her this monstrous bubble container for her enjoyment.
Bubbles are amazing. The wind was so strong tonight and the bubbles were flying all around. Each one radiated a reflection of the world. My dad said that every bubble was a fairy being born. I love that idea. The bubbles would appear and they would contain little lights inside (really a reflection from the house). It did almost seem that there must be something more than soap involved. Bubbles are so etherial, like they are not solely from this world.



P.S.
I also could not contain myself from singing "Sing sweet nightingale"