Thursday, December 10, 2009
Now, I am often asked to perform the song, and it still gets me everytime. I find myself getting emotional by the words, words that hold so much truth and are far more personal to me now. Even when I'm just on my own practicing the song I get chills (not because I sound great either, often I sound like a dying chicken:) The words are just so powerful. I've never sung the carol in french eventhough it is the original language. I've starting learning the french version though as I've been asked to sing it en français for a small gig next weekend. . . the English words are similar, but there are a few images that speak that much more powerfully in french - so moving! Looking fwd to sharing the carol in both english and french this season:)
Minuit, chrétiens, c'est l'heure solennelle,
Où l'Homme-Dieu descendit jusqu'à nous
Pour effacer la tache originelle
Et de Son Père arrêter le courroux.
Le monde entier tressaille d'espérance
En cette nuit qui lui donne un Sauveur.
Peuple à genoux, attends ta délivrance.
Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur,
Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur!
De notre foi que la lumière ardente
Nous guide tous au berceau de l'Enfant,
Comme autrefois une étoile brillante
Y conduisit les chefs de l'Orient.
Le Roi des rois naît dans une humble crèche:
Puissants du jour, fiers de votre grandeur,
A votre orgueil, c'est de là que Dieu prêche.
Courbez vos fronts devant le Rédempteur.
Courbez vos fronts devant le Rédempteur.
Le Rédempteur a brisé toute entrave:
La terre est libre, et le ciel est ouvert.
Il voit un frère où n'était qu'un esclave,
L'amour unit ceux qu'enchaînait le fer.
Qui Lui dira notre reconnaissance,
C'est pour nous tous qu'Il naît, qu'Il souffre et meurt.
Peuple debout! Chante ta délivrance,
Noël, Noël, chantons le Rédempteur,
Noël, Noël, chantons le Rédempteur!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
My dad found this video though and has offered to install the anti-poop device on my vehicle- so I plan to have a poopless car very soon! :)
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Friday, July 03, 2009
If we examine the history of the word Diva it was originally a term used to celebrate a woman of outstanding talent, beauty and majesty in the world of Opera. I'm truly sorry to break so many poor little un-diva hearts, but that means that at the very least one must be able to SING in order to truthfully live in the Diva realm. And when I say sing, I don't mean in the shower or at the karaoke bar or even to your wee little children who aren't yet able to comprehend that you are in reality squawking like a dying chicken. The term was used by the Italians to refer to a woman with a truly "Divine" voice. Of course there is a similar word that would refer to male singer, but I for one don't see it as necessary to discuss such nonsense. We all know that great sopranos are also great at everything else including: glamour, mystery, beauty, and radiance. We are certainly worthy of adoration for more than just our great voices, but it really does all come down to our teeny tiny infoldings of mucous membrane that stretch across the larynx and vibrate with such magnificent splendour and beauty.
What I'm really saying here is that if you are going to have the gall to call yourself a diva you must first at the very least be able to perform a death defying stellar cadenza popping all of the high C's,D's etc. with extreme skill and beauty, all the while maintaining your glamorous yet mysterious facade. Of course you also must be a master at several other skills, notably these: the maim and destroy all other sopranos skill, the humiliate your accompanist skill, the conduct the conductor with a death glare skill , the upstage ALL others at ALL times skill, the dump your lover at the drop of a dime skill, the over the top hissy fit skill and so much more. Let's be real, if you haven't mastered any of the skills that truly define a Diva at this point in your life, forget about it! You have no hope. You simply don't have what it takes to ever live up to the title. So stop pretending to be a diva and just deal with being ordinary. . .ordinary is um . . wonderful too . . yes it is! Simply wonderful! I personally wouldn't want to be just ordinary, so I do truly understand the desire to proclaim oneself a diva. I truly sympathize with you from the bottom of my heart if you are really just an ordinary person trying to fill the sparkly shoes of an authentic diva. For the sake of all of the bonafide, certified diva's out there can you please just accept who you are and stop abusing and misusing our rightfully earned title. The term "Diva" can only be applied to those who are truly grandiose enough to own such a divine title. :)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
"I want you to just do what you do, be who you are, follow where I'm leading, minister where I'm calling and step out for My glory."
Seemed so simple at the time because those are things that I can do with His help. . . . but boy has it ever become apparent how much I get in the way of all that seems simple.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The more I say it the better I feel.
"You're Sassy!" "I'm sassy" "We're all a little Sassy" . . . sassy, sassy sassy!! Doesn't it just make you smile?
The word is great because it has a great meaning too!
Sassy (sās'ē) adj. sas·si·er, sas·si·est
Lively and spirited; jaunty.
Stylish; chic: a sassy little hat.
I suppose I have always unintentionally strived to be a Sassy girl. Particularly on the stage . . . most of the characters I play are pretty sassy, some sassier than others. I never have more fun than when I play those sassy little divas.
Honestly I haven't been feeling all that sassy lately. . . Perhaps as one matures and has to deal with real life the Sass deflates. . . boooo! :(
Well I for one won't stand for deflated Sass!! I refuse to be a boring un-sassy diva.
Watch out cause this diva is bringing Sassy back!!!
Saturday, April 04, 2009
For my Birthday Lucas and Julia wore their matching "If you think I'm cute you should see my Auntie" T-Shirts. Of Course I saw this as the perfect photo op. . . little did I know that capturing a 7 month old and a 3 yr old in the same frame would be exceptionally difficult. After 49 shots the t-shirt can only be fully read in 1 photo. . . and to get them both looking at the camera at the same time without any tears seemed to be an almost impossible task . . . we did it though. And we managed to capture some silly 3yr old facial expressions and Lucas' adorable sumo wrestler legs, which I simply can't resist. :) Cute . . . just like Auntie :)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
This is a given - watching someone pick his/her nose is totally gross. i however have come to terms with the fact that it seems to be the way of a lot of the kiddies I teach. . . I can't tell you how often I sit and watch several of my students pick their noses and play with their boogies in my classes - ewwwww. They then proceed to try to hold my hand in a circle song or touch the instruments that I hand out and then collect. It's no wonder why I'm always sick!! Today I discovered that it's not only the kids who pass on their boogie germs - it's Moms too! Mom's who pick their baby's, toddler's or preschooler's nose for them and then don't bother to wash their hands afterwards, but proceed to wipe it on their own clothes . Blech! Come on!! I know it's your own flesh and blood and that you're genuinely only trying to prevent boogies from hanging out of that tiny nose, but those boogers are loaded with germs. I understand that it isn't easy being a Mom, and I totally appreciate the fact that Mom's care, but please for the sake of all those out there you come in contact with please, please, please wash your hands after picking your child's nose for him - it's just as germy on your fingers as it is on his. Blech.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Oh I'm a miserable excuse of a diva! I can't even afford to hire a man to do all the little things for me . . . oh well! I know I can get by, all I'm saying is that it would be nice sometimes, that's all.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Once I discovered that this person was now fully aware of my un-edited thoughts I was embarrassed. It revealed a real vulnerability and weakness of mine in a true unaltered light. . . . I was certainly not ready to be so vulnerable with such a person.
As I thought about it more. . .perhaps full blown honesty was exactly what was needed to get my point across. I really shouldn't be embarrassed, but am - and now it all comes down to pride.