tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post7904435958041560980..comments2023-10-30T06:22:20.086-04:00Comments on digging cheese out of carpet: "Do you sing?"Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16529978701623558767noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-53336101010770959682008-06-06T02:25:00.000-04:002008-06-06T02:25:00.000-04:00i like to take all the windows off of my jeep, put...i like to take all the windows off of my jeep, put my headphones on...because i have no stereo in the jeep...and i sing as loudly as i can, even at stop lights. it's a test in bravery and self expression. i've only been called on it once by a truck full of twenty something guys honking their horn to get my attention. i just waved and drove off as the light turned green. i was singing "climb up, over the top. survey the state of your soul. you've got to find out for yourself whether or not you're truly trying." yep, mr mraz. that's my favorite song of the century.<BR/><BR/>i probably do it because, even though i can sing, i was told once that if you sing loud enough so that god can hear, he'll fix it. funny that....sounds like praying. also, when i sing i feel like i'm praying.<BR/><BR/>this was very good ~ thought provoking. i see in one of your comments that you are clarifying that this was metaphorical. i get that, but seriously, you should sing. :)<BR/><BR/>and happy birthday!!!disabled accounthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13540062415882767130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-33743263063055888862008-06-04T02:40:00.000-04:002008-06-04T02:40:00.000-04:00Julie, is it too late to say "that too?" ;)I reali...Julie, is it too late to say "that too?" ;)<BR/><BR/>I realized that my harmony comment fits both literally and figuratively, an unintended example of art mimicking life. Or life mimicking art? Either way, I think you know.Breehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14290256480395879700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-87195876221065136252008-05-30T17:16:00.000-04:002008-05-30T17:16:00.000-04:00First of all, Jenn, reading every comment on Mr. M...First of all, Jenn, reading every comment on Mr. Mraz's blog does NOT make you insane. Otherwise I am too. Ok, so maybe we're both insane. Nevermind. ...secondly, cute cake, but what're you tryin' to say? I'm not quite ready to sign up for AARP. The cake is about, um, 37 years off. ;)<BR/><BR/>Now back to catching up...<BR/><BR/>zila - I know <I>you</I> sing. and dance. I was just talking with my sis the other day about swing dancing, and your name came up. Hope you get to show your Lindy stuff every once in a while still.<BR/><BR/>Jenn - such a good point about little kids not caring... but not <I>always</I> true. There was a span there when our older munchkin would flat out tell me to stop singing. I took offense, in part, because of the fact that they're not supposed to care... sigh.<BR/><BR/>Sandra - you knew because I hinted at a somewhat rebellious side...? ;) I think most of us Catholic girls have at least a hint of that.<BR/><BR/>bree - harmonizing, at least metaphorically, is more my style too.<BR/><BR/>I wanted to clarify my original post. I really didn't mean "sing" in the literal sense so much. I mean, that was the thing -- in my dream, I took it literally, but when I woke, it felt like more of a metaphor. To sing, for me, is simply putting your true self out there for all to hear. :)Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16529978701623558767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-39984665568960080962008-05-30T16:58:00.000-04:002008-05-30T16:58:00.000-04:00Because I'm insane I like to read all the comments...Because I'm insane I like to read all the comments on Jason's blog...because that happened I know to say this...<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn240/jennshon4/Random%20photo%20finds/BDay-Cake.jpg" REL="nofollow">HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</A>CSD Faux Finishinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05947691876538206892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-62378900231630348232008-05-21T18:02:00.000-04:002008-05-21T18:02:00.000-04:00I sing...but I've found that my singing strength i...I sing...but I've found that my singing strength is in supporting others. I've a natural knack for harmonizing, but no delusions of being lead soprano at the Met, if you know what I mean. In my Mraz-related dreams, I've got Toca's job singing harmonies and playing the drums. :D<BR/><BR/>PS is it weird that my word verification is "swshie"? Swishy? haha easily entertained.Breehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14290256480395879700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-82751514782945088382008-05-21T07:50:00.000-04:002008-05-21T07:50:00.000-04:00Now how did I know you were Catholic? :)Now how did I know you were Catholic? :)SandraReehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305161476021509074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-13020508619652341422008-05-20T16:11:00.000-04:002008-05-20T16:11:00.000-04:00I used to sing, after a fashion. I was the lead si...I used to sing, after a fashion. I was the lead singer in a few fairly horrible heavy metal bands. If you don't mind a few obscenities, you might enjoy reading about my first such foray.<BR/><BR/>(Don't let the title throw you. It gets to the subway, but most of it is about the band.)<BR/><BR/>http://jimsuldog.blogspot.com/2005/09/<BR/>my-happiest-moment-in-subway.htmlSuldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-25671641724999227462008-05-20T08:59:00.000-04:002008-05-20T08:59:00.000-04:00In High School we had a Preschool attached where t...In High School we had a Preschool attached where the teachers were HS students and actually had to <I>teach</I> 3 & 4 year olds a couple times a week. I worked there because at the time I thought teaching would be an amazing career for me. One of the things we had to do almost everyday was sing with the class. Many of us were shy because by age 16 you know if you can sing on key or not. The school director sat us all down week 1 and said "Kids do not care if you can carry a tune, they do not judge you if you can or can not sing. All they care about is that you do it and have fun." <BR/><BR/>Since that day I have NEVER cared if I can sing or not and do it as often as possible. In the car, in my apartment alone and I've been known to sing random things that are not even a song in operatic ways while on a jobsite (usually about how paint is not cooperating or something).<BR/><BR/>DO IT!!! Start singing again as often as you can, it is great for the heart, soul and spirit. <BR/><BR/>~♥~<BR/><BR/>Oh & that dream...crap, I will not stop laughing over the afro picture all day. Foxy Brown right there lol!CSD Faux Finishinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05947691876538206892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284886541417961334.post-42738587791278735462008-05-20T04:59:00.000-04:002008-05-20T04:59:00.000-04:00Heh...I'm just one tiny mother*)#(%*&^ singing pro...Heh...I'm just one tiny mother*)#(%*&^ singing proud...<BR/><BR/>Do you sing? I sing. <BR/><BR/>I sing with it, sing for the years. Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, sing with me, just for today, never tomorrow, the good Lords gonna take me away....hey....hey...<BR/><BR/>:-D Hope you're doing great, hon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com