So,
Chris, Phil and Melody came over to chef. The menu included non-vegetarian Jamie Oliver quesidillas and Masterchef chocolate fondant with Sara Lee vanilla ice-cream. Mmmmm. For future reference, do not attempt to manually beat the eggs till white. Sorry Phil.
What it didn't include were trolley races, a who-can-hold-the-longest-squat competition, a belting of 'I'll Make a Man Out of You' in Phil's car and 3 hours of karaoke in the basement.
A night of childish happiness.
Me
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Kina Grannis!
Kina Grannis! :D
She looks like a pixie.
The opening act was Patrick James. He was awkward with his "um's" and stumbled through guitar tunings without the learned ease of Kina Grannis. At one point of a song, someone initiated off-rhythm clapping and he stopped, said "If you're gonna clap, at least clap in time." There was a fraction of a moment's stunned silence before good-humoured laughter. He resumed playing, and we resumed clapping but in time this time. He also mentioned having 0.1% of the number of Kina Grannis' subscribers on Youtube. Oh the budding artist's struggle of selling oneself without sounding like it.
Then Kina Grannis. Hannah and I flipped. Her voice was every bit as lovely. She'd explain the story behind certain songs, adding more meaning and substance to them. Like how dead roses bloomed into 'Winter' and the paranoia being murdered during a solo song-writing retreat led to 'Little Worrier'.
Highlights? When the keyboardist played the Super Mario Bros Bowser castle theme song. When the drummer rapped spontaneously. When Kina Grannis sang 'Message From Your Heart' unplugged and got the audience to sing the bumbumbum parts.
Twas absolutely worthwhile.
Me
She looks like a pixie.
The opening act was Patrick James. He was awkward with his "um's" and stumbled through guitar tunings without the learned ease of Kina Grannis. At one point of a song, someone initiated off-rhythm clapping and he stopped, said "If you're gonna clap, at least clap in time." There was a fraction of a moment's stunned silence before good-humoured laughter. He resumed playing, and we resumed clapping but in time this time. He also mentioned having 0.1% of the number of Kina Grannis' subscribers on Youtube. Oh the budding artist's struggle of selling oneself without sounding like it.
Then Kina Grannis. Hannah and I flipped. Her voice was every bit as lovely. She'd explain the story behind certain songs, adding more meaning and substance to them. Like how dead roses bloomed into 'Winter' and the paranoia being murdered during a solo song-writing retreat led to 'Little Worrier'.
Highlights? When the keyboardist played the Super Mario Bros Bowser castle theme song. When the drummer rapped spontaneously. When Kina Grannis sang 'Message From Your Heart' unplugged and got the audience to sing the bumbumbum parts.
Twas absolutely worthwhile.
Me
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Busy Bee
I'm "busy".
I'm desperately searching for meaning in everyday activities. I'm doing things and things can be converted into value.... no?
I'm a productiveness-aholic. lol
It's a diversion from my thoughts. Because thinking points a glaring torchlight at (intentionally) forgotten corners, exposing all the dirt, dust and cobwebbed flaws. Time for an early spring cleaning of denials. How naïve of me to think that by ignoring those nagging feelings and skin-pinching insecurities, I could make them go away. Come on Erica. You should know better than that. Man up and deal.
I don't want to be left behind.
I want to be loved, admired, remembered. I want to be interesting, capable, thoughtful. I want to make a difference. I want to share my blessings. I want others to experience God for themselves, in their own way.
I'm scared that if I pause, it'll be a stop. I'll crawl into bed and stare into nothingness, unable to dig up the energy to get up again. Or just not want to.
But maybe I should hit the brakes. See where that takes me. I've been going full speed ahead that a stop n look around might be good for a change.
But how?
Me.
I don't want to be left behind.
I want to be loved, admired, remembered. I want to be interesting, capable, thoughtful. I want to make a difference. I want to share my blessings. I want others to experience God for themselves, in their own way.
I'm scared that if I pause, it'll be a stop. I'll crawl into bed and stare into nothingness, unable to dig up the energy to get up again. Or just not want to.
But maybe I should hit the brakes. See where that takes me. I've been going full speed ahead that a stop n look around might be good for a change.
But how?
Me.
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