Wednesday, November 24, 2010

words to a melody...

Random song lyrics that I found in my notebook

This is where I start to sing my love song
make each line end with a simple rhyme
maybe that is how it goes
but there is something that I know,
that this ain't just another song
this is where I state what's wrong.
You say that you want honesty,
well honey you go first.
Cause I'm giving it my all for what it's worth.

So right here right now is all I'm asking for
Jump in with me don't stand there on the shore.
You're telling me to walk away when you're the one who taught me how.
So you go first, and we can go our separate ways.

And the days that follow they all seem the same,
stuck on repeat it plays on in my head.
And the words don't seem to come and so I sit with a bass drum
beating in my ears, and feeding all my fears.

This is where I have to change it up
use a metaphor that gets misconstrued.
You'll post it on your wall though you don't get it at all.
And it'll make you think of me and all that you wish to be.

Now this is where I need to end my song,
before it starts to drag on for too long.
All the words that I have said will get stuck in your head
and you can sing along each time you hear it, dance along cause you can feel it
Ending on a high note, cause you fell in love with the song that you just heard. <3

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Let the sound take you away...

So I don't know about you but music is something I can't live without. I was recently watching this show on Bravo called "Star Portraits" and you guessed it they paint famous people. Anyway, the lead singer of Blue Rodeo was on it and he mentioned something about how he can't understand people that don't love music. The people that don't know the words when you're on a road trip. That kind of thing. And frankly I have to agree.

I can't imagine what it would be like to hear a song and not feel anything. Some songs I can listen to over and over and that chill factor that you get never goes away. Just the lyrics themselves can bring a smile to my face.

On another note- the Duncan garage.
I have been privileged to see some of my favourite artists perform there over the years and hearing that song that you love live cannot be compared to anything that I can fathom. I think back on it and just smile.

This is one of those moments.. it's Aidan knight's knitting something nice for you, i have seen this performed live twice in my life and it sometimes brings me to tears when i listen to it, sheer gold right here. ( I can't get it to attach so the video is on the side for you just copy and paste it :) )

Sometimes you just gotta put those headphones on and slip into a music coma, existing purely in the beat of the drums, the twang of the guitar, and the epic harmonies of voices coming together as one

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The mean reds...

So if you know me at all, you know that Audrey Hepburn is kind of my idol. Not only was she extremely gorgeous and a style icon that is still influencing fashion today, but until the day she died she was also an ambassador for UNICEF. But I'm not here to talk about Audrey today. In her movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" there is a scene where Holly Go-lightly is about to go to Brazil with Jose but Frank meets her at the apartment as Holly is having a case of "the mean reds."

Now I know we've all been blue before and a little down, but The Mean Reds are just a step beyond, and I have to admit, I've got 'em. I have my good days and bad days but sometimes this gross red feeling just comes out of nowhere and I just can't see the light. It always passes but you can't ignore the fact that it may come up again.

Mean Reds 1
Amy 0

Monday, November 8, 2010

Hiking, or something like it...

The day was Friday and the rain was coming down, not pouring like most, but misting in way that only Vancouver Island can. Jamie and I were about to embark on an adventure new to the both us, the goal, tackle Maple Mountain. We were supposed to go with the boys cause they were going to "show us how to tackle a real mountain." Unfortunately a funeral kept them from taking us, but being the brave adventurers that we are, we figured we could do it ourselves. Now I didn't even know where this mountain was so you can tell I was in for a suprise. So I met up with Jamie and we made our way to Crofton! Driving along, we chatted about the things that girls do, boys. After a while we pulled over on the side of the road and parked, I let out a cheerful "let's do this!" and we started to gather our things for the hike. Jamie reached into the backseat and grabbed the red club to put on her steering wheel. Then a bloodcurdling cry rang out and she buried her head in shame. I asked what was wrong and she said, "I forgot the key." We hadn't even started our hike yet and disaster, Jamie had locked her steering wheel and didn't have they key to unlock it. Luckily I brought my cellphone, (Jamie hadn't) and we called her mom. Her mom was no help so we got her brother Ryan's number and called him and he said he'd get around to bringing the key sometime, so we decided to go on our hike.

We walked a little while and found a sign that said TRAIL, we did some research and found that there are coloured markers for the trails so we figured why not and ventured into the dense forest. We were walking up and down and around following the green little dots and after about an hour and a half realized we really weren't getting any higher. So we ventured back to a fork in the path and took the other way, ten minutes later Jamie yells "WHAT IS THAT!" in a questioning manner, and I look into the distance to see... a house?! Why would someone's house be on this mountain? Obviously we were slightly confused and decided to just give up and make our way back. After some other exploring we got back to the car, Ryan hadn't been there yet so we sat inside and watched good ol' breakfast club on my ipod, my phone began to ring so Jamie ran outside for better reception. Just as she made it back to the car Ryan greeted us with the key.

We made our way home with our tails between our legs feeling a little defeated, but eager to try again on another day.

Sometimes you do need a guy to show you how to climb a mountain.

Monday, November 1, 2010


So yesterday was probably my best Halloween, not that any one point was extremely fantastic but, when you put all the little moments together, it makes me step back and think This is good!

So after my epic church service I got invited to watch the boys football game, so Logan and Stew came to pick me up, wait for it, in a MINI COOPER! Now first of all I love Mini's and secondly, Stewart McWilliam, in a Mini, well I'm sure the visual explains itself. So we drive on down to McAdam Park, and Mary is there too! Which makes my day so much better. Unfortunately the guys lose, and after freezing my toes off (I was wearing my Toms) Logan takes me and Stew back to his house.

With the promise of warm soup ringing in our ears Stew and I collapse on the couch for a little R and R while Logan makes us... Mr Noodles. Ah well, it was rather appreciated nonetheless. After our delectable soup and a tour of Logan's gun collection (party!) we decorated Logan's front yard for trick or treaters.

Now I know some people really get into Halloween but Logan's family goes all out! They had spooky music, and a full size coffin which Logan hid inside. Stew and I pretended to be dead and got some good scares too. After that we made our way to the bonfire in Chemainus with all the other study kids. There were some laughs and such and then the fireworks! Also an impromtu visit from our local police. Apparently someone threw a dud firecracker into the fire though and after a while it exploded! First of all, it ricocheted off my hip (scariest thing ever!) then it hit the back of Logan's leg, apparently burning through his pants and burning his leg. I missed all the details cause this is when all us ladies decided to leave.

All five of us pile into Luney's car and start to embark on our trip home when Mr.Ryan Politano slams into the car! I screamed of course, and Marissa got out and chased him, he then decides he needs a ride home. So there are now four of us in the backseat, and Ryan is one of them. Let me say, I did not hate this experience :)

Finally I arrive at home, as I fumble with my keys I look down and see my Toms for the first time in the porchlight. Let's just say they are full of memories, and mud, and possibly cow poop.