Two Lights October 22, 2008

I found this tribute to our soldiers in Iraq on Youtube this morning…really good. Enjoy this and…thank you.

 

“Two Lights”

Five for Fighting

What is courage
Is it brave
What are lions
I’ve only seen them in parades
How is love supposed to read
In a footnote of history
What’s a tap on your shoulder
That you’re afraid to look over
A soldier’s down in a fire fight
No one can look me in the eye

This is what it means to be alone.

Tear out my heart
Feed it to lions
For this one wish I beg you this tonight
Show me no mercy
But spare me my pride
I’m going for a drive

And if you find out he’s coming home
When I come around the corner
I’ll know that it’s alright
Just leave me two lights

He was young just 23
Didn’t have to go
But it was the man he wanted to be
Like every son he was an only one
One day he came to me, said
Freedoms nothing to look over
Till each man can stand upon its shoulder
I’ll right you mountains of letters
Each one a little bit better
And know I’ll never be alone

Tear out my heart
Feed it to lions
For this one wish I beg you this tonight
Show me no mercy
But spare me my pride
I’m going for a drive

And if you find out he’s coming home
When I come around the corner
I’ll know that it’s alright
Leave me two lights

Silent angels
Light the road up ahead
As the sentries guard the way
On the avenue of borrowed time

I’m almost home
The sun’s to rise
I got to know
I’ve been driving all the night
There’s our corner up ahead
I’m alive and I am dead
I drive right through the stop sign
I turn my head
As I lift my eyes
My eyes burn

Tear out my heart
Feed it to lions
For this one wish I beg you this tonight
Show me no mercy
Spare me my pride

I’m going for a drive

If Life Is a Movie… October 19, 2008

So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every section of your life, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new section, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool.

Opening credits: I’ll Be Home For Christmas–Michael Buble

Waking up: Falls Apart–Thousand Foot Krutch

First day at school: Breathe You In–Thousand Foot Krutch (Hey what are the odds? Two in a row!)

Falling in love: All Around Me–Flyleaf (Beautiful!)

Fight song: Hoopes I Did It Again–Relient K

Breaking up: Everything That You Ever Wanted–Hawk Nelson (Awww…)

Prom: Nuisance–John Reuben

Mental breakdown: Orinoco Flow–Celtic Woman

Driving: I’ve Got the World on a String–Michael Buble

Flashback: Sunday!–Tree63

Getting back together: Song for You–Michael Buble feat. Chris Botti (Beautiful!)

Wedding: Father’s Love– Bob Carlisle

Final Battle: The Situation–Krystal Meyers

Death Scene: Let Go–BarlowGirl (Nice!)

Funeral song: Friend Like That–Hawk Nelson

End Credits: 4:12–Switchfoot

And again…

Opening credits: Explosive–bond (Nice opening!)

Waking up: Quando, Quando, Quando–Michael Buble

First day at school: Wonder (If She’ll Get It)–Superchic[k] (lol)

Falling in love: Sunshine–Stellar Kart

Fight song: Dare You to Move–Switchfoot

Breaking up: Danny Boy–Celtic Woman

Prom: Dubhdarra–Lisa Kelly

Mental breakdown: Only Jesus (My Legacy)-Denver and the Mile High Orchestra

Driving: I Don’t Know–Third Day

Flashback: Oceano–Josh Groban

Getting back together: If Everyone Cared–Nickelback

Wedding: Amen–Shaun Groves

Final Battle: Bring Him Home–Daniel Rodriguez

Death Scene: Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape–Underoath

Funeral song: Rainy Days and Mondays–The Carpenters

End Credits: One More Round–BarlowGirl

How They Play Basketball October 19, 2008

Being rather bookish my entire life, the first basketball game I ever witnessed in its entirety came last winter, in my sophomore year of college. At this game, however, I, being the sharp one that I am, figured out exactly how they play basketball (Note: this post may eventually be followed by posts on other sports and how they play them, too. Also, these posts are not intended to slam athletes of any kind, if anyone, they are meant to poke fun at my own intelligence level. Thank you!)

 

HOW THEY PLAY BASKETBALL:

First, assemble two teams. The game I witnessed was men’s basketball; I assume it works the same for the ladies, but we’ll refer back to the men’s game here (and before I get called a sexist, I AM a woman, if that isn’t evident from my other posts. We’re cool.) So you assemble two teams of men. Promote rivalry between these men. How you do this is up to you, most seem to use school spirit or regional pride to accomplish this. Also, the team who owns the court gets to pick one special player. I’m not sure what criteria our school used, but this guy was very durable, pleasant, got good grades, and had good hair, so it must be along those lines. He’ll come into the picture a little later. Place these two teams of men on one “court” (place with a hard wood floor and bleachers), and place a basket way up over their heads on each side.

 

Now comes the truly evil part: give these guys ONE BALL and expect them to share! What happens in preschool happens in college; human beings have an innate inability to share things. So the two teams will begin to fight over the ball. The crowd in the bleachers will cheer for one team or the other in a manner reminiscent of the gladiator fights of the coliseum (or the Lions vs. Christians events, if the teams are especially mismatched.) The tall guys have a distinct advantage here, as they’ve figured out that what works for the teacher in preschool will work for them now: if they can put the object in question up high enough, the others can’t have it! What they don’t realise? The baskets (where they might put the ball) are defective. They have holes in the bottom of them, and the ball keeps falling out. Every time that happens, the other team tries to take the ball away and hide it in their basket, which, since both baskets are defective, doesn’t work either.

 

Remember the special guy you picked out before? He comes in now. If, at any time, this guy gets run down by everyone else, a guy in stripey clothes yells that there’s a foul. (Note: the stripey clothes guy seems to be very important, as he has a whistle and can even break up fights. One wonders, then, why he’d stand there and let these guys fight over the ball, but theodicy or anything analogous to it is not the subject of this post.)  Sometimes, they even make a force field next to one basket, and one guy tries to throw the ball into it. The emotional torture for the other team seems to have the name of “free throws”.

 

Now, every time the guys try to hide the ball in the basket and it fall out, someone has been giving them points (and the pep band’s been playing, but that kinda goes with the crowd cheering.) At the end, someone adds up all the points, and whoever has tried to hide the ball the most times wins. Then everyone gets really excited…and goes home.

 

And that, my friends, is how they play basketball.