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40 minutes, at a government agency.
Wee Bit Wednesday (2)
This Families Music (My Brother)
LETS GET A LITTLE HEAVIER with my brothers music style!
My older brother has been doing music for years! He has done a lot of stuff on his own and has been in a few different bands. His current VICTORIA AWAKE is the group featured on this video. I greatly appreciate this kind of music just as much as the milder stuff that you will have noticed featured in this little project of mine, in earlier posts. It is fun, it is creative and it is his so I like it!
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This Families Music (MY DAD!)
To continue showing some of the different varieties of music in this family of mine I share with you something from my Dad.
Pause my music player. Sit back and relax. Take the time to listen with attentive ears to this little piece because it is important to my sisters and I. My Dad was moved in thought about us and wrote this in response. He wrote it to remind us he loves us and is thinking of us all. He wrote it to remind us that his father GOD loves us too. This is for me, this is for Casey, this is for Karla, this is for Kathleen and this is for Amber.
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He Takes Me Dancing
Our night out at an Irish family social and Ceili Dance!
(The musicians of the evening. They played for hours! The flute based Irish music was much more genteel then the bagpipe tunes at the Scottish event we attended last.)There are advantages to having a mix of heritages in ones back ground. I am most definitely from all of the members of the United Kingdom so I had little hesitation joining in at the Irish social put on this passed Friday in honor of St. Patrick’s Day.
I have to share with you Garnet and my impressions of the evening as it was a real adventure. We didn’t know a single person there. Joining in with an obviously cultural and community event was a bit nerve racking at first. The Irish are a warm people though and it didn’t take long for people to pick up conversations with us. I actually was recognized by one lady who had attended the Robbie Burns dinner as well and she was very happy to chat with me as she wasn’t a regular part of this community either.
(At one point in the evening a group of youngsters joined the band on stage to help with the celebration. It was priceless how into it the little ones where!)
What did we do? Well we found a seat with strangers and chatted with those around us. Got a beer and some Irish treats. The room was a buzz with live Irish music and the hum of conversation was almost a roar as the big hall filled to bursting, so in a way, Garnet and I had plenty of privacy to just enjoy one anothers conversation.
I was very eager to partake in the treats and beer prepared. We tried an Irish beer that was very fruity and light, thank goodness, no Guinness for this girl. It was very very frothy, not carbonated like the beers I am used to. My man has a humor all his own and explained straight faced to me ‘they like it frothy so they can get more out of their beer. They drink it up and then, while the froth is still on the beard, they shave and wring the beer back out of the collection of facial hair, back into the mug to enjoy.’ Oh dear… I laughed so hard… Guess that is why I married him, I like his jokes…
Got a plate full of Irish treats and had fun deciding what we thought of them. The potato bread was, potato-y and flat. The sausage roll was mellow in taste. The raisins scones, while mild as well, where slightly sweet and very fluffy so I enjoyed a few of them. Garnet teased that he figured out what the secret ingredient to authentic Irish cooking was… ‘nothing’ and the Irish girl in me chuckled, it is alright, at least it wasn’t so lingering on the pallet like the Scottish haggis.
(Before the music had even began, the dance floor was filled with prancing children.)
Garnet knew very well we where there mostly to try Ceili dancing (think Victorian community dancing in lines to Celtic music). It was so much fun and so much exercise! We all lined up and where given instructions then had to work as a whole group on the floor, moving down a line together with our partner and another new couple every few minutes. It involved sharing couples with strangers and I had to laugh when Garnet realised we where going to be holding hands with people we didn’t know at all. He gets so German at times like these!
One older woman we where dancing with took note of the contrast between my man (a Mr.Darcy when it comes to dance if you know what I mean) and my enthusiasm toward the whole event. She smiled and said to him (before bouncing away) ‘You aren’t much of a dancer are you?’ He just nodded to confirm. ‘Oh and you came for your wife, YOU DEAR THING!’
Garnet found his own way to enjoy the dancing as well and when ever we bounced into the little nine year old girls who had taught the dance (they are definitely professional Celtic dancers) he would point out errors in their dancing ‘Oh I don’t think you are doing that right.’ I smiled and rolled my eyes to help the girls understand he is only teasing and this made him grin for the first time since getting on the dance floor.
We had a grand new experience and finished the date off with coffee at a favorite cafe down the street, it always has live music on Fridays. There was a roots group playing to the stoic coffee loving patrons of the cafe and it was such a contrast from the lively and warm Irish celebration we had left.
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This Families Music (Heidi Munro)
Music is definitely in this family of mine! I hope to get a chance to show you more of our different styles. This is a video of my cousin singing her jazz:)
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Wee Bit Wednesday (1)
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a THIS day (twelve)
I am a mother,
that is why I was finally able to get dressed up nicely and will still not be going anywhere this morning.
I am a mother,
that is why my two year old is yelling ‘I wanna booger’ and means I am to clean up his super sized sneeze.
I am a mother,
that is why my oldest child breaks down and picks a fight most mornings on her way to school, she knows she can trust me to still care.
I am a mother,
that is why my oldest son tries to lie to me and I see right through him and he can’t help but tell me and I punish him for the lie and hug him for the truth.
I am a mother,
that is why my husband took our only vehicle to work today, told me to have a relaxing day, while my four year old threw up in the kitchen.
I am a mother,
that is why I am so very thankful for the days when there isn’t a cold or flu in the house, thankful for the opportunities to get dressed up and make it out and thankful when I do have the family vehicle at my disposal.
I am a mother,
that is why I will find the opportunity to enjoy quiet time, slow time at home, catch up clean up time, read a book time today in between boogie rescues, flu bucket clean up and extra hand washing.
I am a mother.
I signed up for this and so much more… but today is about the ‘this’.
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TRUST (Marriage Monday)
~How to build trust practically~
FRIENDSHIP
QUANTITY TIME
QUANTITY COMMUNICATION
I strongly believe the three above statements aid greatly in the necessary but sometimes difficult area of trust building in the marriage.
Because my husband and I where friends first we talked about everything and still do. Today he remains very much my best friend. When something happens, good or bad, my fault or my victory, I naturally want to tell him first. When I need help it is he I rely on first. When I am in need of advice, again, it is my husband I seek out. He has earned my trust and this role of best friend by being my best friend. He values my salvation, my person, our friendship and our marriage. I think I already expressed how being friends makes the necessary quantity of communication happen easier. It also makes quantity of time spent together easier to do willingly. I can’t think of anyone I would want to hang out with more. Despite bad experiences in married life, if there is friendship, communication and lots of time spent together, loving and valuing one another, the trust will grow.
~Building trust when it isn’t practically~
I would like to say it has been easy but, as I mentioned before, all the practical advice just HELPS in the growth of trust.
It takes a lot of faith, and my husband and I choose to put that in Jesus Christ. We are both very much human. With our backgrounds trying to define how we process the now we can often be geared in different situations to be mistrustful, even of our life long lover. We will also fail one another. It is to be expected. When the mistake has been made it will take great faith to see beyond the hurt, beyond the harm and toward trust. These are the moments of true trust growth. When we are hurt by our lover it is all the more painful because of who they are and to choose to love and trust in spite of the wrong is when it all really counts.
Finally, I find trusting myself to be often a harder task then trusting my husband. I am all to aware of my faults and I fear hurting him or continuing to hurt him. Again, faith is what helps me carry on when I have been the one to cause harm or cut away at our trust. I don’t think I would continue to trust myself in this relationship if not for the transformation power that is available in Christ, for me just as much as it is available for my husband.
Christ can change any and every part of who I am for the better and so that is what makes me worthy of putting trust in. It makes my husband, my Garnet, worthy of trust. It makes our marriage a commitment worth trusting in.
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A Little Pretty
Found an in town outlet of one of my daughters favorite stores. They had lovely prices and I was able to get ten hair pieces for ten dollars. TICKLED! I made an effort to pick things that I would enjoy using as well as my daughters. A touch of
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The Curlers
These three dainty little photographs of my teeny tiny four year old tug at my heart. She is so sweet and pretty and full of joy in them.
When I put them in she was thrilled and apparently thought the curlers where the hair style itself. “I look beautiful!” she exclaimed as the last curler when in.
“Oh honey you leave them in till your hair is dry and then you take them out so you can see the curls.” I explained.
She looked at me very seriously and responded “Oh.” I could tell she was a little disappointed at the idea of removing the strikingly red curlers… “They match my dress.” she said.
All was saved when I suggested a little photo shoot while they where still in. I have to admit, I suggested this partially to cheer her up but also for my own pleasure. I couldn’t get over how cute she looked with all her hair up in curlers.
In the end she took them out too soon and her hair was full of body but not curly… and yet that didn’t matter to me. We had such fun together doing this and she was so sweet in the curlers the result didn’t matter. I know for sure we will try this again, since she is such an agreeable little patron.
(I have to point out my dear four year olds cheeks! She has always had the sweetest and plumpest cheeks.)TTFN
