Components of my happiness

This post is dedicated to the happenings of May 23rd.

Sara Bareilles - Gravity

Lyrics:

Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.


Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.


You loved me 'cause I'm fragile. When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.


Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.


I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're
everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.


You’re on to me, you’re on to me and all over…

Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.

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The rain was tailor made for me.

I am released.  I am finally free.

My nephew Seth's birthday was today.  I sat with all the adults in the safety of the garage, watching a half dozen neighborhood kids zoom around on bikes and scooters in the desert rain.  Laughter and sweet, wet dust filled the air with such a savory smell--I smiled.  This is what happiness is made of.

If he was always keeping me down, there's no reason I shouldn't be up.  Gravity loses its hold.  Freedom.

That is truly what happiness is made of.

Confession

I can honestly say I have never watched American Idol...until now.  And guess what?  I can watch Idol like I can eat Nutella.

I LOVE     !!!

My other confession:  I probably wouldn't remember it was on if it weren't for my parents coming in my room saying, "Hey, that singing show is on."  Admittedly, I'm not a die-hard fan, but I did download some Idol songs from those Davids.  Does that count for any sort of Idol nerdiness??

Speaking of those Davids, they were my favorite.  Every week (or almost every week?) I'd listen to Archuleta sing and think, "Oh his voice is so smooth!  I love it!  He should win!"  Then Cook would come on with his rough, sexy voice and I'd think, "Oh man!  That's what I'm talking about!"  THEN they both made it to the two finalists and trying to determine who to vote for was quite taxing on my mind.

  One plays guitar, which is totally hot, by the way.  The other is just so cute and I'm sure can sing a mean sacrament hymn.  The verdict was to vote for neither (mostly because I've never voted before, so why should I now?).

And, to my delight, David won.  ;)  I really didn't care who won.  I liked 'em both and hurrah to their careers.  They'll both do great with whatever.  Besides, while watching Idol is fun, it's not something I want to take over my life.

What I do want to take over are those promised THUNDERSTORMS here in Vegas!!!  

Let's see what Simon thinks if it doesn't rain here tomorrow:

My feelings exactly.

Josh - A - Roo

The fun part about coming home from a mission is talking to all your old friends.  I had one friend, though, that I just couldn't find -- Josh.  He and I met in Reno shortly before his mission and we had a grand ol' time together.  Okay, sure, there was some drama.  He would claim it's because I'm a drama queen, but that's not the real reason.  OKAY, it IS the real reason.  Geez.  Anyway, Josh and I were great pals.  We did a lot together, including a really long drive all around Lake Tahoe late at night, basketball in the dark, and, unfortunately, fixing my old car.  It was probably the first (and only??) platonic relationship I can say I've had.  Josh had burned some CDs for me and so, when I came home from MA and was going through my music collection, memories from my days with Josh came flooding back.  I had to find him and see if he was still alive.  :)

Before I go any further, I went through some of my old pictures to try and find one of Josh and I.  I don't have one.  BUT, I had a great time laughing at all the pictures from early college days that are WAY awkward now.  I've included two below:  

Kerri and her then-boyfriend Judd.  They met at in a dance class and dated in Vegas just before Kerri moved to Reno to be with her favorite cousin of all time (me).  Interestingly enough, years later, my roommate and my boss's niece dated a guy in Vegas that they happened to meet in dance classes/dances.  He had a peculiar name.  Coincidence??

Andy and I.  Andy, bless his heart, is now happily married and living in Alaska.  Before his mission, we, uh, dated?  It was complicated.  Very.  And fell into that whole drama thing.  He really liked me (like, really...possibly semi-proposed?) but my feelings weren't mutual.  He was one of my dear, dear friends my first and second years of college.  Looking at this picture now...makes me a little uneasy. Oh sheesh.  (But look at how thin I look!  YAY!)

Now, let's continue with Josh.  He is the reason we are all here, on my blog, looking at old, uncomfortable pictures anyway.  SO, I looked on facebook and couldn't find him.  That pretty much made me want to give up.  (Yeah, my patience is quite limited.)  I tried his old email address, not thinking it would work.  

Yesterday I got an email back!  HOORAY!  My old friend has been found!  We exchanged numbers and talked on the phone for a good long while.  Our friendship is still pretty much the same:  we argue like nothing else, he calls me PUTZ, I annoy the crap out of him by calling him Josharoo (which he HATES), and we chat like no time has past.  I feel very satisfied.  Life can continue to hum nicely along now that Josh is back in my little world.

So, that's the end of my story.

Here's the only picture I could find of him.  It's while he was on his mission in Kentucky.