Merry xmas!

"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year of having, in spirit, become a child again at christmas time."

--Laura Ingalls Wilder

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas, spent with not too, too many crazy relatives. For the first time in quite a while I had a low key family/extended family Christmas where the food was fattening and delicious and the jokes and stories kept on coming.

To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

The Smiths are amazing. "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me" is the most heartbreaking depressing song that you can't help but put on repeat. There music isn't about that love you lost, or that love you still have--it's more about that love you have never known, the kind you envy and want more than anything in the world.

He was a most peculiar man

My neighbor Marty passed away early this week. Not much is known about the cause of death, or who he really was as a matter of fact. It's strange though that the people we see day in and day out, whether it's close friend or even a lonely old doctor who sits up on the computer all night long for days on end, are fragile and sometimes leave us much too soon. I have seen too many people lose the ones they love this year especially and it is never expected. Love is a strange thing and if you don't love the people in your life to the fullest extent that you can, you may regret it when they are gone. Take some time and push past all of your stupid grudges and ask yourself, "if these people died today, would I have talked to them enough, loved them enough and gotten to know them enough?" The heart is also a very misunderstood thing, would you feel fulfilled if yours stopped beating tomorrow?

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Last night I dreamt,

That somebody loved me,

No hope, no harm,

Just another false alarm.

Last night I felt,

Real arms around me,

No hope, no harm,

Just another false alarm.

So tell me how long,

Before the last one?

And tell me how long,

Before the last one?

The story is old,

I know but it goes on,

The story is old,

I know but it goes on.

--The Smiths

Lies the bones and fades away

...etc

If I could draw something remotely similar to this I would be extremely happy.

People Are Strange

People are strange when you're a stranger,

Faces look ugly when you're alone.

Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,

Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange,

Faces come out of the rain.

When you're strange,

No one remembers your name.

When you're strange,

When you're strange,

When you're strange.

Ain't it the truth though? It's been an incredibly weird week in which God/Godess/the Great Spirit/the Universe/Whatever has been throwing me some curve balls.