Sound Effects: Twenty-six things

“Music to my ears.”

Means:  It was exactly what I wanted to hear.  I like that. 

Do you hear what I hear?

Last week during our “school time,” Guini and I looked up www.redlobster.com to see what they had happening {LOBSTERfest!}.  You have GOT to go to their site.  The sound, all hot and sizzling and wood-crackling, is magnificent.  Guini watched the home page for several minutes, mesmerized, her mouth watering as she watched and listened.  She licked her lips. 

Wow.  Red Lobster did that well.  They just added the sound of their food to the look of it.  Can the scent be far behind?  Is that the next thing our computers will bring to us?

I’d actually already started this LIST of sounds I love a couple months back just because I love lists.  You know how certain sounds can grate against your nerves and others can make you smile?   I mean, the grandkids getting the giggles brings absolute, unbridled joy to me.  A haunting violin melody in minors can stir deep emotion and melancholy.  But of course, ‘nails on on a chalkboard’…(ew)…And who can deny the effect a certain song has on you when it comes on the radio.  Suddenly you’re 17 again, transported back in time and even though you’re driving the grandkids around, you are there again- young and in love with love, not a wrinkle on your face, as if you have never received mail from the AARP.

Fast Company recently reported on a study that says that though a baby’s giggle is still the most addictive sound to people these days, right behind that is a vibrating phone (which was initially considered to be “silent” but indeed has its’ own sound-which we all immediately recognize) and the things that follow are also techie-sounds now: Intel, T-Mobile ringtone, AT & T ringtone, stuff like that.  It used to be things like birds singing or the waves of the ocean, but the last 10 years have changed things.  Wow, we are going to lose some of the melody of life, I fear.  At the very least the song is changing quickly.

 XSssssssssssss……..

After Guinivere and I visited the seafood restaurant’s website, I thought of adding Red Lobster’s homepage to my list because they definitely hit on a sound I enjoy, but instead, Guini and I just met Tara and Hunter and Mandy and Auburn there for lunch today.  Because a sound can pull you in.  It did.  The shrimp was sizzling and salty, lemon squeezed over rich, tangy garlic butter; the delicately seasoned seafood linguine, sublime, mmmmmm.  Wish I could give you a taste.  But instead, here is my favorite sounds list.  What are yours – do YOU hear what I hear??

 

Best cousins, Guini and Hunter.  Guini, Hunter and Auburn at the old Northglenn Red Lobster.

My JOYful sounds LIST!~

  1. Bacon sizzling.
  2. “That’s my Nonna.”  Hunter said to a friend. *smile…
  3. GemGem doing ‘babytalk’ as we pretend she’s still  a baby (to me she is).
  4. Rushing river barreling by while I sit in the sun on the cabin deck just above Peaceful Valley.
  5. Crackling fire.
  6. A crackling fire with dry leaves rustling about (autumn).
  7. Steaks on the grill.
  8. The family splashing in the backyard pool.
  9. Birds singing.  Or just yapping their heads off.
  10. The breeze through early summer leaf-full trees.
  11. A cow mooing in a field.
  12. Crickets on a summer night.  Whether they are singing, rubbing their legs together, trying to get a date or all of the above, that is a summer evening!
  13. A baseball game, the crack of the bat on the ball.
  14. A genuine conversation between caring people with no sarcasm involved (which usually means I am only listening).
  15. Tredessa’s slender fingers flying over her keyboard, 120 wpm.
  16. The washer and dryer running.  There is a simple, rhythmic sequence ~ that pulsatory sound of water reverberating through the house. 
  17. Thunder.
  18. Rolling thunder, especially. And a steady rain on the roof before sun-up.
  19. Opening a can of Diet Pepsi.  Pouring it over ice.
  20. Fireworks on the 4th of July.  Not so much 9 days later, though.
  21. My kids singing.
  22. My grandkids telling me anything.  Anything at all.  Their voices are like honey to me…
  23. The resounding roar of laughter and discovery, teasing and competing, jokes and stories and grandkids-swinging-from-chandeliers at the many, many family dinners and celebrations we enjoy.  We’re not a quiet, formal bunch.  It gets loud and rambunctious.
  24. A heartbeat.  The steady throb reaches to the soul and tells the undeniable truth. 
  25. Pillow talk.  Kind words.  Promises.  I love you. 
  26. Silence.  Yes, there is a sound to silence.  I used to be afraid of it, uncomfortable in letting it continue too long (like radio “dead air,” which you never want), so I’d fill it with lots of sound from some source or another.  But now?  I love the sound of it.  I cherish the white beauty of it and how it frames the rest of what I hear in silk-soft puffiness.  Muting and muffling the harsh, protecting and presenting the sweet.  Silencio, please

Shhhhhh….listen.

 

Oh, and, Happy Birthday, David Cassidy ~ whose singing still tops my list of things I love to hear!

Diagnosing an “estrogen” issue

YOU MIGHT BE HAVING AN “ISSUE” WITH ESTROGEN IF…

…every single person around you has an attitude problem

….you’re adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.

…the dryer has shrunk every single pair of your jeans.

…your husband us suddenly agreeing with everything you say.

…everytime you see a bumpersticker that says, “How’s my driving?  Cal l 1-800…” you actually start dialing.

…you’re sure everyone you know is plotting to drive you crazy.

…the ibuprofen bottle is empty.  And you just bought it yesterday.

And finally

You might be having an issue with estrogen levels if you absolutely cannot believe they don’t make tampons bigger than super plus!  What the…?

  

SOURCE:  The script is from one of those silly email forwards…but it made me smile (not for any particular reason or because I can relate to it in any way shape or form…today.  No, nothing of the sort.).  The images from Google.com – and they are kinda mean.

SIGNS OF SPRING

Love for the grandbebes at Easter

 

Amelie Belle was 10 days old on her first Easter.  See how good her mommy looks?

Thinking green

  

Guini at “school” with Nonna on a sunny day

  • Get the green light: get approval to move ahead or proceed with a project or task…like planting sugar snap peas, radishes, bibb lettuce, broccoli…etc!
  • Green thumb: an unusual ability to make plants grow.  Or maybe just knowing that if you put a seed in soil and water and provide the right environment, you will reap!
  • Green room: a room where performers can relax before or after appearances (as in – everyone wants to volunteer to work the green room for Heaven Fest).  www.heavenfest.com Go to site.  Sign up to volunteer somewhere other than the Green Room!
  • Greenback: a legal-tender note issued by the United States government (yes, please, I need some – issue away).
  • Greener pastures:- something newer or better (or perceived to be better), such as a new job or, hmmm….is the neighbor’s forsythia starting to bud before mine?
  • Green with envy:  jealous or envious.  I think the neighbor has already edged his front yard and mine is looking wobbly.
  • Greenhorn: novice, trainee, beginner.  The person who does their yard spring cleaning before the spring winds have had a chance to blow all of their neighbor’s leaves and debris into their yard.
  • Green around the gills: marked by a pale, sickly, or nauseated appearance.  Me, after that stinking heavy rain/snow thing broke the 4-foot growing top off the Austrian Pine that was finally giving a wall of privacy between my neighbor’s deck and my north-facing family room window..
  • Turn green: to look pale and ill as if you are going to vomit.  Me, upon closer inspection of my Austrian Pine.
  • Going green: when someone or something makes changes to help protect the environment, or reduce waste or pollution.  I have printed posters and will be involving the grandbebes in post-family-gathering recycling sessions!  Please note:  aluminum foil balls must be clean and at least 2″ in size.

But mainly?  The grass is green again!  The backyard is happy!  The front needs to catch up!

NOTE TO BRYAN:  Yes, I own colors other than green.  You know, there is orange.  {in ref to this post}  Bryan recently started the annual tomato wars with me on his blog.  Funny, but, whatev, Bry!

I love love love this orange bag Stephanie and Tristan got me for Christmas sooooo much – I may carry it ’til I die!

Song for a Sunday, for THE Sunday!

TRUE STORY. Happy-joyous-victorious Easter!

Because of this:

Isaiah 53 (The Message)
2-6The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field…
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.

Matt Redman sings one of my all-time favorite songs about what happened on the cross

YOU LED ME TO THE CROSS (Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross)

You Led Me To The Cross (double-click and open to listen) 

VERSE 1:
You led me to the cross
And I saw the face of mercy in that place of love
You opened up my eyes
To believe Your sweet salvation
Where I’d been so blind
Now that I’m living in Your all forgiving love
My every road leads to the cross

CHORUS:
Jesus, keep me near the cross
I won’t forget the love You’ve shown
Savior, teach me of the cross
I won’t forget the love
I won’t forget the love You’ve shown

VERSE 2:
And there’s an empty tomb
That tells me of Your resurrection and my life in You
The stone lies rolled away
Nothing but those folded grave clothes
Where Your body lay
Now that I’m living as a risen child of God
My every road leads to the cross

Jesus died.  But death couldn’t hold Him.  He lives.  He lives!

And there’s an EMPTY TOMB
That tells me of Your RESURRECTION and my LIFE in You
The stone lies rolled away
Nothing but those FOLDED GRAVE CLOTHES
Where Your body lay
Now that I’m living as a risen child of God
My EVERY ROAD LEADS to the CROSS

NOTE:  Not sure why the last few seconds of the song are cut off, but you can finish it!  Sing this:  “My every road leads to the cross.”

One Last Look at ANNIE

Performances~

The final curtain fell on Prairie Playhouse’s production of Annie 2 weeks ago now.  It was a great show.  Dave was amazing as Daddy Warbucks.  The cast had great chemistry.  The orphans were not only adorable, but very talented!  Director Shauna Dunlap did a great job of  putting the show together and getting the best out of everyone.  Don Dupree led the orchestra and did a great job.

Our entire family continues to sing Annie tunes when we are together…and even when we we’re not!

From backstage

  

If you are Dave’s friend on Facebook, you can see gazillions of pictures from the production.  Please note my antique desk, my chair, my Christmas tree, my dog and my husband.   I would like my contributions recognized.  : )

Friends and family and neighbors attended every single performance.  There was always a line of people waiting to get pictures with Daddy Warbucks and Annie!

 

Jovan’s nieces Mikhaila and Bella and their friends; Amy Anderson and Linda Timmerman came all the way from Nebraska!

 

Sister-in-law, Sharon from Eaton; Jared and Kristie A., Rocky, Marilyn and Corky

Dancing and singing  on stage

   

The final bows, a fond farewell

 

So, for Dave’s birthday a few days later, the girls whipped together a little Daddy Warbucks theme.

You can speed up or slow down the slides by clicking on the plus or minus symbols and to read the caption, just place the cursor on the picture as it goes by.

 

We did all don bald caps to surprise him, but I am not allowed to show that.  Or I won’t.  Whichever.

NOTE TO DAVE:  You were great, honey.  Seeing you jump on furniture and dance, watching you act,
seeing your have so much fun – was great!  Yet, no. 
I am not OK with you growing long-long hair for Peter Pan.  Huh-uh.  No.  I am not seeing that. 
It’s called a wig.  Check it out.
Portraits by Dani, the photos from the actual play

Durango~

A Get-away IN SUNNY DURANGO

Pretty.  Crisp mornings.  Lovely, warm days.  Blue-blue Colorado skies.  Dave teaching at C-DOT.  Me?   Doing whatever I want.  Good times.

Here is how we got in to Durango on Sunday:

Me an’ Earl was haulin’ chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we’d spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide
//
We was settin’ there suckin’ toothpicks, drinkin’ Nehis and onion soup mix, and I said, “Earl, let’s mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let’s give ‘em a ride.”
//
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
//
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple’a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.
//
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin’ pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a’ burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; ’cause here we go!
//
Well, we commenced to truckin’ and them hens commenced to cluckin’ and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says “My, ain’t this purdy up here.”
//
I says, “Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us.
Just make one mistake and it’s the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a’ USDA-approved cluckers. You wanna hit second?”
//
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
//
Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, “You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?”
//
He was tryin’ to thread it on there when the fire fell off a’ his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl’s pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire…
//
AND ETC…

Yep.  That is how we arrived in Durango.  By truckin’ on down the other side.

My, it’s purdy up here.

Also saw my DREAM HOUSE on the way!

 

Seriously LOVE this building.  LOVE it.  Want it.  I need this building.  An old grain mill, I assume?  See the top (fourth) level?  That is where the grandbebe-bunkhouse will be.  The master-suit will be on the 3rd level.  {sigh}…Think if I bought it it would survive being moved or shall I just plan to move there?

 

It comes with a pick-up truck, too.  What more could I ask?

I think a new roof, maybe close it in a little and some landscaping, and voila! (?)  I’ll save you a guest room!

PARTIAL Lyrics from CW McCall’s Wolf Creek Pass…it is way longer!