Wêr Bisto

Doe't ik dy seach lang ferlyn
Wat docht it dochs sear as ik d'r wer oan tink
Doe't ik dy seach lang ferlyn
Wat docht it dochs sear as ik d'r wer oan tink

Ik sjoch dy
Ik hear dy
Ik fiel dy, eltse kear opnij
Ik sjoch dy
Ik hear dy
Ik fiel dy, eltse kear opnij

Hjir bin ik
Wêr bisto
It is al lang lyn
Hjir bin ik
Wêr bisto
It is te lang lyn

Do bist net oars dan leaf
Want do dochst gewoan neat ferkeard
Ik hâld fan dy, sa asto bist
Dast dat dan wol efkes witst

Hjir bin ik
Wêr bisto
It is al lang lyn
Hjir bin ik
Wêr bisto
It is te lang lyn

Do bist net oars dan leaf
Want do dochst gewoan neat ferkeard
Ik hâld fan dy, sa asto bist
Dast dat dan wol efkes witst

Ik sjoch dy
Ik hear dy
Ik fiel dy, eltse kear opnij
Ik sjoch dy
Ik hear dy
Ik fiel dy, eltse kear opnij
Eltse kear opnij

Silent November

Wow, has it really been nine years since I wrote this? How the years fly. This cut still stings a little on this day, even after so much time. Wow.

Silent November

Here, here on this second day of eleven
Strangers were we when last we were here
It seems prehistoric like yesterday
'Tis only a year since.
The shadow you threw at the walls
Elusive of my luggage
Warned me of what was to come
I knew it then
But I didn't listen.

I was a child lured into a van
Promised candy and electronic toys
Blindly I followed you down there
I opened my mouth and let you reach inside
Thinking you'd embrace my heart
The shadow you beat on the ground screamed
Mama told me not to talk to strangers
I knew I shouldn't
But I didn't listen.

A turning point, you could say
The greatest day in 22 years - the worst as well
Hindsight has a funny way of doing that.
I try to remember so I can close my eyes and see you anew
I try in vain to forget, wishing you never had come.
The shadow you hurled from the train
Taught me you can't divide by zero
I knew I couldn't
But I didn't listen.

Here, here on this second day of eleven
Three-sixty-four and a quarter gone
Shamefully I share this secret, exposing my soul
Hiding behind 6,000 miles and a backlit screen
Fearful of unkind response
The shadow you bless on another's stoop
Advises to shut up and listen
I know now it was right all along
And I am listening.

I am listening
But November is silent.

I have got one HAPPY little Luigi

This kid could barely contain himself long enough to put the thing on. Glad he approves of the costume I put together for him! Off to his class Halloween party...

I can't wait to see both my little Super Mario Bros. together. They're going to be SO cute!!

DIY Super Mario Bros.

My five year old wanted to be Luigi for Halloween this year and my two year old conveniently doesn't know what Halloween even is yet, so I took the opportunity to cast him as Mario to match his brother. Sure, I could have gone the easy route and bought the pre-made costumes from Wal*Mart for $20, but it's been my experience that those costumes fall apart at the seams and get runs and snags all over them within a week, and kids love to dress up in their costumes all the time once Halloween is over. So I decided to do right by my boys and make them Super Mario Bros. costumes that will last until they outgrow them. I found most of the actual clothing on Amazon.com and the rest of the supplies at Michaels, which consisted of some felt, wooden discs (for the buttons, I spraypainted them yellow), a little bit of hot glue, and some industrial strength velcro to attach the buttons. There's no way these costumes are going to fall apart, and I think they look so much better than the store-bought ones anyway!

Flashback Friday

One of the more awesome nights of my life...

Those aren't scribbles, they're autographs.

Happy Caturday

Photo Phriday

Is my baby really that big? He has homework this year!

D felt left out and wanted to do some homework as well (which consisted of scribbling randomly with a crayon for about three seconds)