Life of Music

In reference to our slogan on this page. Our life is lived for the love of life and music. Landon loves to make music whether it be writing it, or playing it, either way he is happy. Me, I used to love to play. In a little bit different venue than him, I loved to play the violin, I truly did. Not in a solo situation, but with an orchestra. I loved the rehearsals, I loved the performances. Lets just say I loved to hear the results of hard work and dedication. I also loved to sing. Once again, not in a solo situation, but with a group. To hear the harmonies take shape, and turn out awesome. Both Landon and I were in many musical venues growing up. He was more into Piano, and Band, where I was into Choir and Orchestra.
I can no longer play the violin like I would like to due to injuries that I sustained, and have no venue that I would care to sing in, so I cope with this by listening to others make music.
Landon now plays for a living, and I could spend hours listening to music. Mind you, I am not really fond of the live scene unless it is blues ( I love listening to blues live) I do like to go watch Landon in his element, sometimes it just a bit too loud for my taste (yup I am getting old!) but I usually enjoy it immensely.

I found this playlist.com from my sisters blog, and I am now addicted. Because my taste in music has so many ranges I could build so many players with so many different kinds of music. I do try to keep it mostly clean for the songs I post to my page, but I feel that music has always been an outlet for me of sorts. When I am feeling in the dumps, I just put on some crazy lively music, and it helps. If it is one of those moods that lively music is not what I want, I put on depressing music, and just wallow in self pity for a while, event that usually brings me out of my funk.

You know that game that people like to play (mostly men [lol]). Where you will be listening to the radio, and the person you are with says. Hey can you guess who sings this song? I always hated this game, because regardless of my passion for music, my passion to know who sang it, the name of it, and what year it was recorded was not included in that. In fact in most cases, I can listen to a song for years, and never know who sings it. I just don’t care.
Well, My husband used to love to play this game, until I turned it around on him, and started asking him who sings it. He now does not like to play so much!
I have been pestering him most of the day today as he has been watching the race to guess who, and to tell me some songs by particular artists that he likes so I could add them.
Mind you, he is really good at the guessing game, and he knows so many songs it would astound most people.
But he has not wanted to play today, so I have kept putting songs on a new play list. (the one that is now playing).
And I have enjoyed putting it together. This one turned from 80’s to 70,s but still the same, they are songs that I like! If you do not like them, I put my player at the top of the screen on purpose so that anyone could quickly hit pause.
My blog will always have music attached somehow, since it is a big part of my life.

Wedding Bells

(picture of what C to the R has to look forward to!)
My youngest brother is getting married. He called me last night about midnight, and the first thing he says is “are you tired?” Crazy kid, I was in bed, and half asleep. Of coarse I was tired!
I am so excited for him, and hope that he knows what he is getting into! :)
(did any of us really know?)
From what I know, My parents newly home from the forgotten lands of nowhere went to visit my brother under the gist that he was going to help them find a new car. Little did they know that they were going to be roped into helping him pick out a wedding ring for the now engaged woman who will now be know as C to the R.
He asked her last night, and gave her the above mentioned ring which I heard her talking about to her mother while I was on the phone with J. I think she likes it! Good work J.
I guess I now no longer have to wonder about when I am going to use my last week of vacation.
Thanks J and C to the R for giving me a reason to come home!

Family Ties

I was just perusing some of my families blogs, when I came across some pictures of one of my cousins daughters.
First, she is darling.
Second, It put me on a path down memory lane.
I remembered some great times with my family (extended and immediate)
Every year for almost every holiday we would get together with all the Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins at one of our homes. We met at Grandma and Grandpas house quite often.
We would play all day long with all the cousins. We had our own age groups that would break off due to age, but we would all be in the same house, and we were always quite a crew. We would always eat tons, I am not sure how things did not end up more messy while we were there. (Perhaps they did, and I was the child so did not notice those things)
Those were such fantastic times. I am so grateful that my Mom and Dad made it an important part of our lives to know our whole family.
I often feel so inadequate in this aspect of my life.
I spoke to my youngest brother yesterday, and so many things that are big and important are happening in his life, and I knew nothing about any of them. This made me feel so very inadequate as a sister.
I hardly ever talk to him, and the last time I saw him was Christmas.
Now the sadder part, He is the last person in my family that I have seen.
I really think about them often, and wonder what is going on but have let the money situation get in my way of going to visit. It is so spendy to go from the South to the North West.
Yet some of my family make the effort, and seem to be able to afford it. I don’t know how.
I then called one of my other brothers that I had not spoken to in a while, and made sure I knew what was going on in his life. I care about my family deeply, and want them to know that even though I am not the sister that keeps in touch the best, or visits. I want to. And it makes me sad when I feel that I cannot afford it, because they are very important to me, and I do not think that they realize that. I have not been good enough at letting them all know. I will try to do better. It is always my goal in my life to strive to better those things that I find faulty in myself.
I will continue on, and one day I will be able to say. I am not near perfect, but I have become who I wanted to be, and those who matter know that they matter.