I love surprises. I love it when yet again there is proof, both visible and audible, of the wisdom in this truth: We must go beyond the surface and seek the beauty that is within. And I love it when that truth is proven in such an unexpectedly stunning way.

Hang on a sec, if you’ll just indulge me just a wee bit, I feel the need to gush some more: I especially love it when the underdog rises above a hurtful past and manages to come out so wonderful, not despite but perhaps evenΒ because. Β I love it that someone who has every reason to be proud of himself chooses instead to remain refreshingly humble. I love that in the moment of victory he remains magnanimous, and doesn’t forget the friend who has journeyed along with him.

Such deep lessons from a seemingly simple video.

And whattaguy, seriously.

Check it out:


PS. Clicking above will lead you directly to the video on Youtube since the video doesn’t permit embedding in blogs. Sorry about that. But it’s worth watching, I promise you. πŸ™‚


Swing out, sistahs!

don’t leave your destiny to chance, what are you waiting for…
you’ve got to find a way, say what you want to say… breakout!

there’s no one but you on my mind, searching for the perfect ending that we’ll never find
if we could make it work this time, there’d be no sense in asking why…

make up your mind while there’s still time to turn around
fooled by a smile: you’ll regret, won’t forget what you’ve left behind

i’m the one you hurt and i’m the one you need
i’m the one who cried and i’m the one you used to meet
but you are pretending you don’t care but the fire is still there…

you ever stop and wonder what it is you’re searching for?
you pushed your luck too far with me but if you push it any further, you won’t have any…

in this world, nothing lasts forever (was it you who changed or me?)
should we go our separate ways or stay together?
i’m notgonnachange… if you walk away, there’s no turning back now

if you should ever change your mind, i’ll be there just call my name
until then i’ll be playing the waiting game

La la la la… πŸ˜‰

PS. I can’t even remember who sent the email where this came from, but i thought it was a hilarious visual on the basic difference between a man and a woman:
I kinda think more buttons = more interesting and fun, don’t you? πŸ˜†

Have a wonderful day!

Guitar Love

I have a special affection for the piano and believe that no home of mine would be complete without it (having had a childhood where the piano was often the center of impromptu sibling singing, very much Waltons-style :lol:). I think pianos are great therapists (Feeling happy? Let your fingers play on the keys! Feeling angry? Let your fingers bang on them… just not too strongly, haha!)

But guitars! Guitars, I love because they remind me of my brothers. Guitars bring back such fond memories.

My eldest brother would play the guitar most afternoons in his teenage years, and girls would swoon. I can still recall very clearly the time that he had to perform in front of a crowd, and to everyone’s surprise, he played with his back turned on the audience (I think stage fright is genetic).

My other brother, 2 years older than me, played lead guitar in a band that toured (yep, they made it to the US too, haha!) back in his teenage years as well. He used to compose songs that I loved because they were so real. I may be in the minority, but I used to think it was so cool when he’d play his electric guitar in his room (I don’t think our dad shared my point of view. And now that I’m a parent myself, I’m thinking I’m probably blessed that my sons play the piano instead of the electric guitar. πŸ˜† ).

My youngest brother played the bass in three different bands before he grew up and joined the workforce. He’s amazing with the bass too. Ahem. Maybe stage fright afflicts only the eldest boy and the youngest girl (me)?

Ah. Guitars and boys.

And swooning girls. (Count me in this latter group).

So. It was with delight that I spent the afternoon listening to these while multitasking on … schtuff. πŸ˜‰ More on that soon. But for now… ear-candy time!

Love the last lines of this song… and the guitar picking (did I just invent that word? πŸ˜† ) is awesome.

Nothing beats a great beat… and amazing fingers. This Andy dude is amazing.

Every guitar lover knows the Boss. (This song was one of my favorites to play while driving long distance. Hot!)

Newton Faulkner. Introduced to me by my 16-year-old son. Cool dude.

And of course, this post cannot end without the coolest pairing of all: Bono and the Boss.

Happy strummin’ along, sweeties! It’s back to the salt mines for me! πŸ˜†


I was so amused that my dearest friend Deb asked who that dude was with Pavarotti in the video, so here he is again, Deb: (His name is Sting and in the rebellious, idealistic days of my youth, I loved that there was this rocker who could sing songs of substance and with deep messages… their kind don’t come around often, so when they do, I fall in love πŸ˜† Isn’t talent just soooo attractive?)

For you, Deb, and for everyone else who has a thing for Sting πŸ™‚ :

And here’s the classic Sting song: