Music, Poems & Books

Have any of you had music, poems and/or books that have just touched you deeply, and you don't know why? I have all the time. It is like one of these things touche a part of my soul. There are so many songs that when they come on, or when I hear them I love them instantly. It doesn't matter if the song gets over played on the radio (usually). There are times that I try to force myself to read a book, but it isn't what my soul wants, so it will take me forever to read it. There are poems that for whatever reason I love instantly. I believe this is why I have such an eclectic taste in music, and books. I believe this is why some people fall in love with some art pieces.
With that said, I also believe that some of this is because the author, the artist, whoever puts a part of themselves into it.
I also believe that since these songs are so much apart of who I am, it is why I stop when they come on the radio, or when my iPod starts playing them.

Here are some of the songs, that for whatever reason I just absolutely love.












There are a lot more, but here are just a few.

Facing Fears

I am not really sure where to start with this. So please have patience with me as I fumble my way through this.

I have been working on a project since around Halloween last year. Unfortunately since Mr. Jerk broke into my house and stole my laptop, my project got put on hold.
My project, is my story. It is an explanation as to why I do somethings, and why I feel the way I do about somethings.
In order for me to tell this story, I have been trying to make myself remember somethings. These things are things I have forgotten on purpose. They are memories that are filled with pain and anger. I have been afraid of facing these things. I am scared that remembering will bring back everything. While I was going to school, I lived in a constant state of fear. I hid it. I hid everything. I didn't want people outside of the situation to know what was going on. Turns out I was really good at hiding my feelings. Now over a decade later, I have buried everything, and I am trying to face some of it.
After a email conversation with a friend I began questioning, what I was afraid of. I realized I am just scared. This fear is because I know for the most part what is hidden, and I know I buried it for a reason. I am worried I am not strong enough to deal with all of it. I am afraid that when I remember one thing, everything will come flooding back.
A friend posted on his blog about breathing. This came at a time when I needed it. My project has been on hold for months. I have been afraid to start it again. I am wondering if this is something that will help me.
Here is a link to his blog. He is such an amazing person, and he has a super cute family!
Pearce On Earth

Respect

Respect is a big thing for me. So it drives me crazy when people cannot or do not respect others. It makes me mad, I don't understand why people cannot respect other people. There are people that I interact with daily that don't have respect for themselves let alone anyone else. Why is there so little respect now? Why is it that people think respect should be earn, when there should be a amount of respect given to a person to begin with? Why would someone want to earn your respect if you treat them like dirt? Why is it that so many adults act like kids and think it is alright?
To me respect and common courtesy go hand in hand. How can you have one with out the other?

I should note that I am not saying that everyone disrespects people all the time, they just have no respect for anyone or anything. In reality my two year old (almost three) has more respect for others than most adults. She doesn't care where they work, or who their friends are. She just loves people. I hope she does not lose this trait.

New Things

We bought a boxer puppy! We get to bring him home in just a few weeks, and I am so excited. I know he is going to be a lot of work, and I know he is going to need a whole dang lot of attention, but it is worth it. Ever since our house was broken into I have had a hard time being home alone. The puppy isn't going to fix this, but it will help make it better. Especially when in about a year he will be close to 80 pounds. I am also looking forward to the dog and Kate wearing each other out.

When we first went to the sellers house, I brought Kate. I wanted to see how the parents and Kate did. The puppies were only a week old, so Kate of course loved them, and they just liked any attention. When I asked the seller if I could bring Kate, she said that was great, she also gave a slight warning. She said that her two year old nephew is a little intimidated by the dad for the first few minutes, due to the size of the dog.
I was a little nervous at how Kate would react since she hasn't been around any big dogs. The dad (Hulk) loved Kate, and Kate had no fear of the dog what so ever. I think she liked Hulk better than the puppies. Probably because we didn't have to tell her to she had be very gentle with the big dogs.
It is kind of hard to see, but here is a picture of the dad. He is probably about 70 pounds now and still growing. He had is head down slightly giving us the "puppy dog look" because he wanted to come play with all of us. He was such a sweet dog. The mom is also super sweet, she is smaller than Hulk though.


We have been debating names. For some reason we have been thinking about the Greek Gods. We have talked about: Ares, Apollo, Hermes, Hephaestus, and Hercules. I have been leaning towards Hercules. Kraig keeps going back and forth. For a while he like Hephaestus.

Here are a few more pictures of him.
This one he is a week old in.


Snuggling with his mama, at about two weeks old.


Playing in the snow for the first time, at about three weeks old.


Kraig holding him when we went to visit him last Saturday.


Puppy taking a nap yesterday, now he is about four weeks old.

It feels like there is so much going on, but I really can't think of what. We just doing our normal thing.