Thursday, September 23, 2010

so there's this kid. named bo. and he really makes my life so much more enjoyable. when i feel glum he always seems to brighten my day. so thank you michael bowman bybee. i love you.


oh hey. my favorite little blog. i have missed you so much. do you want to know what i'm grateful for today? i am greatful for life. i know profound right. well... i am just glad i get to be living. and i don't care that people think i'm stupid and crazy i am just grateful i am breathing. i could be a bummer... but where does that get you in life? honestly? why should being sad and/or angry and/or hater make up life? it should not. because we are breathing and living and loving and dancing and singing. we are so blessed. so stop with the frowns please. life doesn't enjoy a frown. at least try a half hearted smile. that's a start.

Monday, September 13, 2010

let go.

so i write songs. and this is one i wrote today on my lovely guitar. my fingers still hurt. but i love them {see blog post fingers below} any way i don't want to forget it... it is called let go.

you look in the mirror
and what do you see
there's a girl who's
got so much
that she wants to be
but you've silenced yourself
so nobody hears.

i know there is so much
that you want to say
but you're quiet
and you are starting to fade
in the background
cause you think nobody cares

but you're wrong
there are people that want to listen
to your song
so sing.

and you've got to let go
and you've got to show
who you are inside
and you've got to let go
and you've got to
know that you can't hide

and you can't silence yourself
and you've got to break out of your shell
and let go
and let go
and let go
and let go

fin. {that means the end}

for now. i mean i'll let you know when i come up with the rest. but that is all i have for now. i hope you enjoyed.


today i am grateful for fingers. cause with out fingers i couldn't play the guitar or the violin or the piano or blog. well i suppose i could blog with my nose but it's not the same. so thank you fingers. i love you. i love that you are calloused on the tips of my left hand from countless hours of string instruments and i love how little you are and how you bend and pick up things when i need you to. and how you let a little jonathan hold on to you when he is sad. and how well you intertwine into bo's fingers. and frankly i am just grateful for you all around. my life would not be the same with out you.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


hello blogging community... i have been thinking. i know right that can be dangerous. but i have been thinking alot about what i'm doing with my life. and what everyone else in the world is doing with theirs. i know. i am so concerned. so i wrote a song. called try.

i watch the sky
at night sometimes
a shooting star flys by
way up high

this world is so much bigger
than we even know.
but still we sit and watch
the grass grow

we've got to get out
of this rut we've made
we've got to run
when they say walk
and never be afraid.

we've got to try to live
and try to make a dent
try to find
the things in life
that we've been missing
don't try to hide
because this life
will pass you by
just live out loud
just be proud
that you gave it
a try.

well there you go the first half of my song. i don't know if the people of the world understand how much this life has to offer. and quite frankly the majority of everyone just sits and watches the grass grow. figuratively of course. just think about it. are we going through the motions. sitting letting life experience itself without us... or are we out there making a difference. and molding our lives into exactly the lives we want them to be. do you understand that we have control. it's called free agency. if you've ever heard of it. what we do is our choice. and i know that i want to make a difference. and make a dent in this world that is completely my own. my dear friend sarah beara blogged about something similar recently... it's been on my mind alot. what is life if there is no one to witness it. don't wait around for someone to see you. you go and see someone else. and make a difference in this world. because life isn't life, til you've done something with it... just think about it.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


i have a good memory that i like to think about when i am down in the dumps. many of you know how much i love to use bird analogies. well, in mexico there is a private beach. and this beach has peacocks roaming free, allowed to go where they will but they stay to be admired by all beach visitors. i love peacocks. they are beautiful creatures, and remind me that no matter where you are you make it beautiful by just being you. peacocks are my hope. thank you beautiful.

ribs & such.

ribs... they protect your heart. and all your vital organs. to all of you out there have knocked a rib out of place, i know it hurtss but at least you have them protecting your vital organs. this is called seeking the positive. which i'm doing now. :) hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha i laugh at how dramatic i was. probably still am in some cases. but i'm growing up. yay for that, i never enjoyed being hater. i actually quite love being in love. and i love thinking that even though my ribs hurt. they are doing a pretty good job of keeping my body together. so thank goodness for that. :) new attitudes. yes.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

little mommy.

Blog it has been too long. but there is excuse this time... i lya santa maria am acting as a little mommy. i help clean the house fold the laundry and take care of the worlds cutest baby brother. i have had a little taste of motherhood. and it is hard. babies need attention 24/7 and they let you know they need it too. it's so hard because you are soooo tired all the time. so i am here to testify that being a mommy is tough work. so... stop what you're doing right now. and go tell your mom thank you for every thing she does for you and that you love her. i promise she'll appreciate it.

agent 72.

you commented on my blog as of recently. and it made me smile and almost want to cry. you are a very good friend. thank you for being there for a crazy mexican. that makes you kinda great.