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Ticket To Ride

This song needs no explanation – a wonderful cover of the original Beatles tune – written by Lennon and McCartney – I love this version done by the Carpenter’s the best.  And for reasons of nostalgia – it seems the proper choice today.  I grew up with Carpenters music – and have always loved this arrangement.

If you are a fan – you will also love the rare photos of the Carpenter’s seen toward the end of this video.

My wonderful son launches into the world tomorrow morning – with a ticket in his hand – off to follow his dream.


Enjoy and God Bless!

This picture – was taken this year on Mother’s Day.

I think I’m gonna be sad
I think it’s today
The boy that’s driving me mad
is going away.

He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
and he don’t care.

He said that living with me
was bringing him down
He would never be free
when I was around.

He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
and he don’t care.

Don’t know why he’s riding so high
He oughta do right

He oughta do right by me
Before he gets to saying goodbye
He oughta do right
He oughta do right by me

I think I’m gonna be sad
I think it’s today
The boy that’s driving me mad
is going away.

He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
He’s got a ticket to ride
and he don’t care
he don’t care.

Think I’m gonna be sad

Think I’m gonna be sad

Think I’m gonna be sad

Think I’m gonna be sad

The Queen Has Spoken

Queen's crown

Image by Sunfox via Flickr

Yes.  I am the Queen.  At least in my own home.  I’m sure no one else would grant me this distinction – but my family has no choice in the matter – and it really is true what they say, ‘If Momma ain’t happy – ain’t NOBODY happy’.  So they let me be the Queen.

Unfortunately it is in name only – as I’ve been loathe to discover, especially as of late.  The other day my car key just mysteriously disappeared off my key ring.  It couldn’t have happened at a more inconvenient time either – as my daughter and I were about to go somewhere and were under some serious time pressure.  My 19-year-old son, lost his keys somewhere at church – and ever since that happened he has been ‘borrowing’ our keys.  Now the question that I have to ask is this:  ‘why can’t he go make himself another set of keys?’  But that would be way too simple.  And we’re talking about someone who is 19.  So I ‘borrowed’ my husband’s car key for MY CAR and away we went – we couldn’t wait for Shawn to come home and give me my key.  But I was REALLY UPSET and told him he would have to deal with his father – I was OUT!  I told Greg to kill the boy and then pry my car key out of his cold dead fingers.  Greg texted back that he had buried him in a shallow grave in the backyard and that my key was safely on the counter waiting for me when I got home 🙂

Remember last year when I wrote that my car charger was missing out of MY car?  And when my son (18 years old at the time of the inquiry) came in the door – I confronted him with, ‘Where is my car charger??  You know – the one in MY CAR – that belongs to me??’  And he just looked at me calmly and said, ‘it’s in Connor’s car’ as if that settled the question once and for all – and that I was being most annoying asking.  Of COURSE it would be in Connor’s car – what was I thinking!

Well – last year revisited me on the same day my car key mysteriously disappeared – and would you believe it – it’s back in Connor’s car???  You think you’re losing a grasp of reality?  Try having a teenage son.  I can glimpse reality – and at times I think I have it almost within reach – but the more I keep trying to grab a hold of it – the more it slips away.   *sigh*

So last night I was getting ready for bed and reached for my Burt’s bees peppermint chapstick – (it’s my favorite and I’m hopelessly addicted to chapstick) and even IT WAS GONE!  I think someone is trying to mess with me.  Oh it’s not the big things – it’s all the little pesky things that don’t really matter at all – and easily replaced that will drive you nuts!

You can see that the ‘Queen’ has no real power around here – even when I fuss and fume about MY things.  I speak – no one listens.  Oh well – my boys still adore me and love to tease me – so I know I am still their number one – and that’s a good feeling.

The Queen has spoken.

God Bless

Room At The Top Of The Stair

This is very touching – a song written by folk legend, John McCutcheon for his eldest son when he had just graduated from high school.  I encourage you to watch it – especially if you have a son like we do.

Our son is about to graduation – one week from tomorrow and I can relate so much to this song.  The last part is especially humorous to those of you who have adult sons!


There’s a room in our house at the top of the stair
It was empty at first, but we knew you’d be there
The dog got excited the day that you came
Guess he thought you smelled weird and I thought the same
The cries and the changing came every night
Changing me too ‘til I thought that I might
Just stand in the doorway for hours and stare
In that room at the top of the stair

There’s a room in our house at the top of the stair
It was all yours for years, then you had to share
Your calm world was burst by this loud little kid
Who mimicked and learned everything that you did
The games and adventures, the books and the plays
The hours of fantasy went on for days
And I watched in amazement, this most unlikely pair
In that room at the top of the stair

There’s a room in our house at the top of the stair
It was empty one night, we called everywhere
All those demons and danger that lurk in your heart
Slipped in the door and tore us apart
Till we found you at last in another boy’s home
Safe and asleep and forgetting to phone
And I lie awake lost in a pure grateful prayer
In that room at the top of the stair

There’s a room in our house at the top of the stairs
Now the door is shut tight
And the stereo blares
And you mother is worried about your young ears
No one has seen your carpet in years
And the hole in the wall that you made with your first
When the anger of aging was too hard to resist
The long light of love cast its shadow in there
In that room at the top of the stair

There’s a room in our house at the top of the stairs
Now the bed has clean sheets
And the floors are all bare
An acceptable place when folks come to stay
Your brother and you, boxed and move you away
To a duplex apartment just across town
I sit on the bed and as the memories rain down
There’s a whole in my heart, and it’ll always be there
In that room at the top of the stair (X2)

Beautiful Music

Music makes one feel so romantic – at least it always gets on one’s nerves – which is the same thing nowadays.

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Music is the language of the heart.  No one knows for sure why we connect to certain styles or songs – but one thing is for certain:  Everyone has a certain style of music that speaks and moves them.  One style can be just ‘noise’ to one person – and a beloved ballad to another.  Music can be annoying to some – and greatly appreciated by another.

I was raised on classical music – it played in my home growing up – night and day.  After a steady diet of this for 20 years of my life – I would have to say that I have an appreciation for classical – but it is not what I listen to when I relax.  I have always liked and responded to ‘pop’ music of my generation – the 70’s and it is still my favorite genre of music – by far even though I have an appreciation for other styles.  I would listen to my transistor radio or cassette tapes in my tape recorder at night before going to bed.  I was also a song writer and my ‘style’ of music on the piano was in a ballad form – or what you might call ‘easy listening’ today.  Music has to evoke an emotional response from me in order to be good – and it usually has something to do with the chord progression or lyrics – or both.  Movie soundtracks are also my favorite for relaxing and one of the best musical scores in my opinion is from the movie “Meet Joe Black”.  I also love the soundtrack from “To Kill a Mockingbird” – these are both noteworthy in my opinion and brilliant.

I like to think I am extremely tolerant of any kind of music – even though I’m sure my own children think I am not.  That’s pretty typical.  But since they know I appreciate any style of music if it’s good – they are quick to share their music with me.  Shawn loves to play ‘his music’ for me in the car – going quickly to a song he feels I will like – and usually he is right.  I don’t like everything he likes – but there are certain songs from bands he likes – that he knows I will be able to appreciate and give positive feedback to.  I think it helps him to feel better about his music in some weird twisted way ☺

About a year and a half ago –  he was driving me to a Chiropractor’s appointment and he played me the song below, “Amsterdam” from Coldplay. Now crazy as it sounds – it really moved me.  I remember it was raining and dark and this song played in the car and we drove in complete hushed silence.  It was one of those moments I will never forget.  A bonding moment with this song playing – just me and my son.  It was pretty emotional – I was going through a rough time that fall – and it meant a lot to me that Shawn actually seemed to ‘get it’ and find something he knew I would connect with.

The other day Shawn drove me to a wedding and he again pulled out this song and it brought back such memories of that day for both of us.  Imagine?  Two people from two entirely different generations – actually agreeing on and liking the same song – and the same band.  Crazy right?  Actually – Shawn likes classic rock from the 70’s too – so that’s always been the way we’ve been able to connect with music over the years.  I think it’s really great.  And because I have tolerance for his music and he with mine – we’ve been able to agree on many things over the years.  It is wonderful to know that he is a much sought after musician in his church on both drums and guitar and that he can appreciate music of all styles too.  I am very proud when I hear songs that he has written and recorded on the guitar – mixed in a studio – and they sound just like something you’d hear on the radio!  In fact when doing my own music ‘mix’ a few months ago – I accidentally added a song he had written – thinking it was a great song from “Angels and Airways” or something.  He saw that I had added it and said, “Mom – did you know that is the song I wrote”?  Ha!  No I didn’t! – but it was really good and that’s why I choose it for my CD mix.

Music – it’s a crazy thing – one man’s ‘noise’ is another one’s ‘bliss’ – and it’s nice to know that good music – is still good music – no matter what generation it is produced.  There are classics that have and will stand the test of time because they are well written – from the heart.

Do you have something that ‘moves you’?  We all do – and it’s nice to know that we are all different in our likes and dislikes – and yet the human element of music is still there – touching and affecting our lives – evoking good and bad memories – but most of all – deeply moving us.

Here’s to beautiful music – and not just annoying ‘noise’ in your world tonight.

God Bless

Come on, oh my star is fading
I swerve out of control
If I, If I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole.

Come here, oh my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole

But time, is on your side
It's on your side, now
Not pushing you down
And all around
It's no cause for concern..

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see, no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I'm screaming underneath

And time is on your side
It's on your side, now
Not pushing you down
And all around
Oh, It's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down.

Stood on the edge
Tied to a noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won't change a sin
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to a noose
and you came along but you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose

My Greatest Achievement

My life really began when I became a Mom.  I was 26 years old when our daughter Ashlee Renee was born – on a hot and sticky day (August 6th, 1987) in New Castle, PA.  I will never forget the experience of being pregnant in the heat – or seeing my once flat tummy get bigger and bigger.  There were so many “firsts” with that baby – and I remember each and every one.  Ashlee has always been a very beautiful girl – inside and out.  She has been given some great gifts – the greatest is her ability to work and create with her hands – and her awesome sense of humor.  She is loved by all she comes in contact with.

Ashlee was 4 years old when our son, Shawn Tyler was born on a fall evening (October 5th, 1991) in Fortuna, CA.  He was and still is a very special child with his peaceful and tranquil personality.  God has gifted him with many gifts – athletic and musical – and he has a natural way with people – gets along with the young and old – he is greatly admired and loved by all.

I feel honored to be the “Mom” to these incredible “gifts”.  My life is richer because of them.  I love you Ashlee and Shawn.  You are my life.  ♥

Shawny Boy

I am listening to a recording of “Danny Boy” that I just made for a voice student – it is playing in the background as I write this.  I have always loved this poignant song written by a parent to their son – grown up and going off to war.

And though my son is not “going off to war” – he too has grown up – is graduating high school and soon will be “off” to his new adventures and life of his own.  I hope we have prepared him for the things that are bound to happen – outside of this home.  The things that you are never prepared for.  It’s called life.

And so if I could write a song with words of my own for this dear son of mine – who has been such a blessing to me I would rewrite it a bit – (with apologies to Fred Weatherly)

Oh Shawny Boy

Life – Oh Life is calling

From glen to glen

and down the mountain side

The Spring is here and all the roses blooming

It’s you – it’s you must go

and I must bide

But please come back

when summer’s in the meadow

and when the valley’s hushed with snow

And I’ll be here

In sunshine

Or in Shadow

Oh Shawny Boy

Oh Shawny Boy – I love you so

But when you come

and all the flowers are dying

And I am old

As old I well may be

You’ll come and find the place I’m living

And when visible will give your smiles to me

And I will hear you softly tread quite near me

And my home will warmer sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me

that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come back to me

Oh Shawny Boy

Oh Shawn Boy – I love you so

Finding Simplicity

“Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.” – Albert Einstein

Clutter.  Do you have any?  I’m pretty “clutter free” in my house – EXCEPT for my son’s clothes which seem to appear EVERYWHERE throughout the house and especially on my kitchen table!  Why is my kitchen table a magnet for human clothing you ask?  Ask Shawn.  He seems to believe with all of his sweet little heart, that every room of our house is just a handy extension of his room.  I don’t know how many times I have told him NOT to put his clothes and even at times, his SHOES on my table – but to no avail.  He is 18 and hearing impaired – nothing wrong with his normal hearing – he is just what we call “selective” in what he hears – which makes him “impaired”.  I am about to threaten him with, “the next time I see your clothes on the table – I’m throwing them outside in the driveway!”  But I haven’t done it yet.  Why you ask?  Because my own dear sweet husband ALSO contributes to this delinquency – by removing Shawn’s clothes out of the dryer in the laundry room and putting them ON THE TABLE!!  So I can’t even use the threat – as it may not be Shawn’s fault at all.  *Sigh*  What am I do to with the men I live with?

My office/studio stays in what I would like to call – a healthy “lived in” state – with the appropriate amount of papers and music scattered throughout – but I mostly know where EVERYTHING is – until…Shawn and his friends decide to use MY computer in my office for watching youtube videos and the like – and then it’s anyone’s guess where my papers and music end up.  Not fun.  And I DO NOT like dishes or glasses left on my desk – for ME to take to the kitchen.

Greg says I will miss all of this annoyance some day when Shawn moves out and we are left alone and to our own devices.  I think he’s wrong.  Nothing against my daughter – but I DID NOT enjoy her clutter spread throughout the house when she lived here for 20 years – and I think it saved my sanity and our relationship when she moved out on her own.  There’s something to be said for grown up children who MOVE OUT and get on with their lives – get married and come back to VISIT.

I love to find humor in any and all situations that I am faced with – and like the quote above I really DO believe that any situation can bring great opportunity to learn from a difficult situation.  Whether this is in your immediate family circumstance – or in your other relationships.  I live to find harmony with everyone – as long as it is in my power to do so.  It is NOT always possible with some.  But my reaction after a long  journey of self discovery is this:  those who will not try to live this way – or to rectify a past offense –   it is not my problem. And I am free.  Free to be me.  Free to love those in my world that are daily reminders to me of God’s precious gift to me – my friends.

Have an awesome day, my friends.  You are loved.

God Bless

Still Part Of The Team

My son Shawn broke his pinky finger right before Christmas.  He needed surgery and 3 pins in the fractured bone.  The recovery was long – and he was a “starter” for his basketball team when this happened.  It’s his senior year.

As you can imagine, he had to “ride the bench” for most of the rest of the season.  It was hard.  It was frustrating.  And it didn’t seem fair.

Life is sometimes like this.  We get injured in this life – oh you can’t see the “break” – especially if it’s emotional – in fact we may look very normal and ready to “play”.  But inside – we are not ready.  We are healing.  And we have to do our “time” – “riding the bench”.

But those that are injured in this life are still part of the team.  And still longing to play.  Looking on – sitting on the sidelines of life – watching the healthier ones go for it.  Wondering what is wrong with them.  Watching those healthy and not broken – feeling weak and useless.  Needing much time to heal.  It’s hard.  It’s frustrating.  And it doesn’t seem fair.

In I Corinthians 12 we read:

12The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ. 13For we were all baptized by one Spirit into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.

14Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. 15If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.16And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. 17If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? 18But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. 19If they were all one part, where would the body be? 20As it is, there are many parts, but one body.

21The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!” 22On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable,23and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, 24while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, 25so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. 26If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.

As I watched my son sit on the bench for his senior year of basketball because of an injury – I was keenly aware of many of us who have to “sit it out”  for a time because of circumstances of life.  How left out we feel – how sad and discouraged.  And I was encouraged by the scripture passage above – EVERYONE is still part of the team!  If one part suffers – we all suffer.

And just like we coddle and patiently care for an injured part of our body when it is broken and hurt – we need to be keenly aware of those around of that need the same emotional healing in their lives – who are still valid and vital – who are still part of the team.  Be that person today to bring about healing for those around you – be an encourager to the broken hearted – be a voice of reason to those that may be running from God – be a supportive, healing bandage of lavish love to a world that needs to still feel a part of the team.

God Bless

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