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We played this at the memorial service. Patsy Cline was a favorite of mom's and she could sing just like her.

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I had to mention this one because it's just so funny. My dad has recently become very concerned and interested in my future with Roger, a couple of days ago he asked
"Is he a chicken or a pig?"
At first I was shocked and couldn't believe that my dad wanted me to place R in one of the categories as though it was just a black and white subject with no in between or "it's complicated."
He started to explain that it really was that simple and this can be applied to most aspects in life. It's helping me understand why I succeed at some things and not at others, and why sometimes I feel more of a sense of pride in failures than I do in successes. It’s all about commitment. It’s about doing the best you can whatever the circumstances. It’s about leaving it all out on the battlefield, playing field, crop field, field of dreams, etc. In the past, I had often confused my involvement with things and people with a commitment to them. But Dad’s insight let me know the difference. He said:
“The difference between commitment and involvement is like a ham and egg breakfast. The chicken was involved, but the pig was committed.”

For some of you, I have to ask you to look past your hatred of all things swine-related to see the analogy. Many people believe they are committed to something or someone because of intense or long-term involvement or feeeling. But just like this analogy, they have the ability to walk away from the situation. The chicken can stay up all night giving eggs, and give the best eggs anyone has ever eaten… but it can walk out of the house the same way it walked in. The pig, on the other hand, sacrificed everything it had to make the breakfast work. Even if the pig was still alive, it’s commitment to making breakfast work would have meant it could have walked away… but it would never have been the same. It sacrificed past the level of it’s own comfort.

In my confused state this week, I told Roger about the conversation i had with my dad and that it's basically a southern traditionalists way of asking "what are your intentions for my daughter?".
As soon as I told R, I wanted to take it back fearing that it was too much to put on the table.
Much to my relief, he told me exactly what his plans are and now every once in a while he does a little snorting sound for me.


This one is so cool!

not again!!!!!
sick so soon, seriously?
I was supposed to get my tonsils removed this thursday. I had to cancel because I don't have any more days off for the rest of the year. UUUUUgh.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

-Jiddu Krishnamurti

Is officially 'in a relationship'. Haha. My dad will be pleased that roger is making me an honest woman, at least as far as facebook is concerned. However, this is officially our last sunday in his houston apt. He leaves next sunday for home then to lyon france to start the new project. Yesterday we bought french lessons on cds to help me get started. Its a long shot but i don´t want anything more in the world than to go with him. Plus, my mom LOVED him and told me she wanted him as a son-in-law. stay tuned because maybe i will find out what Carla Bruni was singing about after all. see blog from September 9th...

I just looked up the translation:
English


Quelqu’un M’a Dit

Someone told me that our lives aren't a big thing(*guess it means something important)

They pass on the instant as discolour roses

Someone told me that the time that pass is a bastard

that is making topcoats from our grief

However someone said to me...



Refrain



Who do you still love,

This is someone that've told me that you still love me.

Is it possible then?



Someone told me that the destiny is scoffing at us

dont't give us anything and that promise us everything

Appear that the happiness is only for the reach hands

Then they tighten the hand and find themselves crazy

But someone have told me...



Refrain



But who can tell me that today you are loving me?

I don't remember more it was late in the night,

I'm still hearing the voice, but I don't see anymore the ?points?

"He loves you, it's a secret, don't tell him that I tell you"

You see, someone told me...



Who do you still love, he really told me...

Who do you still love, is it possible then?

Don't grieve for me,

for now I'm free

I'm following the path

God laid for me.

I took His hand when

I heard His call

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,

to laugh, to love, to work or pray.

Tasks left undone

must stay that way,

I found that peace at

the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy.

Perhaps my time has

seemed all too brief,

Don't lenghten it now

with undue grief.

Lift up your hearts,

and share with me

God wanted me now,

He set me Free.