tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58635352616455601762011-08-11T08:40:48.912-07:00Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-59961027587384123182010-11-11T21:45:00.000-08:002010-11-11T21:47:32.606-08:00<div>Some trips or moments, if they are good, can give you that feeling freeness, lightness, and being unburdened. Moments like that I live for.</div><br /><div></div>So here is my trip for today. I think this is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. This song is better than a photograph for me.<br /><br /><div>this the song. see below. they are awesome</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-5996102758738412318?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-36598472886693886422010-11-11T21:42:00.000-08:002010-11-11T21:44:21.038-08:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lIvP_AW58So/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIvP_AW58So?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIvP_AW58So?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-3659847288669388642?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-36258901707786857472010-11-11T09:58:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:47:45.750-08:00I am laughing at my first post because I could completely make the almost same list now, unfortunately minus the Vegas trip. <div><br /></div><div>I was just perusing Babble's new list of the top 50 bloggers. I found it very interesting. So many of us have so much to say, so many interesting things to say. Stories about life, love, and loss. Happy, sad, and in between. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why do we tune in and immerse ourselves? Is it connectivity? A feeling of not being alone? The desire to know that you are indeed, not the only weirdo out there?</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been everything from obsessed, disgusted, intrigued and then disinterested with blogs since I found dooce in 2002. At the time it seemed like the cyberworld was better. How could it be that there were so many people on the internet- JUST like me? People who I wished and I could be friends with, but felt friendship anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>All of these thoughts started bouncing around in my head today and I wondered what other interspace/web/net people thought? Why does anyone read blogs? </div><div><br /></div><div>As I randomly checked out one of the top 50,<a href="http://thegirlwho.net"> the girl who</a>. I thought, she is cooler than me? definitely! She is bolder than me? for sure! Her writing is definitely better than what I could do. umm, that's pretty much anyone. Then I thought, It doesn't matter. Hmmm...just like that, I stopped comparing and started appreciating. Because, honestly, were it not for the computer- I never would have 'met' her. And sometimes isn't meeting new and different people what makes life richer?</div><div><br /></div><div>What are your reasons?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-3625890170778685747?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-90116386538277947232007-10-17T16:12:00.000-07:002007-10-17T16:21:05.068-07:00i have several drafts going! I KNOW I NEED A NEW POST!<br /><br />who is going to come and:<br /><br />bathe the kids<br />cook the spaghetti<br />drive to dance<br />help with the stinking homework<br />fold the laundry<br />do the dishes<br />scratch my uber-mosquito bites<br />watch Bionic woman, heroes, journeyman, the bachelor, chuck, and that's just Monday and tuesday...<br />pop my new pimple<br />clean marker off the table<br />stuff child advocate folders<br />pack for vegas<br />pay dance tuition<br />watch oh geez, all my tv shows<br />check e-mail<br />go to the store<br />make halloween costumes<br />shop for vegas outfits<br />return crap to crap stores after said shopping goes wrong<br />waste time at the computer ignoring children<br />collect stupid money for stupid soccer<br />and homework, homework, homework<br />and change will's stinky poo<br /><br />i'll get it done soon!<br /><br />xoxo, flavia princess of time management.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-9011638653827794723?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-14776924209017914642007-10-10T04:44:00.000-07:002010-11-11T12:21:29.977-08:00<div>When things are not going well in life, sometimesI have a few security devices I employ. My little bits have lovies, soft bunnies, blankets, and bears. Mine are grown-up ones. They are intangible and live mostly in my head.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>(NO, not the little voices, please people, I haven't reached that point quite yet!)</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>I'll call them snippets. Snippets of good things. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Included are memories, songs, movies, trips, children moments, and whatever else takes you to that lighter place. To make you realize there would be no good days without the bad. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>In particular, I am feeling very blue right now. There is no pinpoint for this feeling, just a looming, can't shake it feeling. Like an uneven cricket song in your otherwise silent night (totally annoying). I am lucky, I know that in a couple of days this will pass and I will move forward, mostly funk free. But, until then I pick at and pull out my security devices to bring me back to solid ground. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Just yesterday, it was a song on the radio. I turned it up all the way and let it fill my brain. It was a Paul Simon song. The song <em>Gone at Last</em>. It's a gospel-like song about long streak of bad luck and he prays its gone at last. Just fun. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>It's just little things. Snippets.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>What do you do? How do you keep the blues at bay? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-1477692420901791464?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863535261645560176.post-68446475362626581452007-10-08T08:01:00.001-07:002007-10-08T08:01:31.251-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/V_uqJOhFpWY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V_uqJOhFpWY'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863535261645560176-6844647536262658145?l=lesstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03234608812477723059noreply@blogger.com6