Little did she know...

Woke up Tubthumping stuck in my head on Saturday. Seemed like a good anthem for work.  This is a much better time waster, however :) New Favorite Awkward Kid. Eeeps! Tomorrow is the New Year, btw. Lots of changes. Lots of superb memories from 2012. Not quite the epic travel year of 2011, but hey. Sometimes you need a holiday from the holiday? That's what I keep telling myself anyways.  See you on the other side, friends.

...but who doesn't love a beat-boxing cellist?  "Jesus, you're the one who saves us,  constantly creates us  into something new."

Before I started my job, I only remember death significantly affecting me two times.  The first was when my grandma died a slow death from Leukemia. I remember how she looked the night she died: still and peaceful, as if she was sleeping. I remember how my mom touched her, as if she really WAS just taking a nap and my mom was somehow comforting her. I couldn't bring myself to do the same, but I also couldn't stop looking at her as if to convince myself of the fact that she really was gone.  The second time was when my grandpa died barely a year later, quickly and unexpectedly, all by himself. I was a new driver, driving myself, my dad, and my brothers to my sister's house where I was going to go on a road trip. We were listening to the Nebraska game when news of his death came by phone. It took my breath away and almost rendered me useless at the wheel. I remember how he looked in his casket, not like himself at all. Not the goofy, loving grandpa I knew. That gran...

...but what else is new, right?  Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce Ben Howard. How I have lived so long without knowing his lovely voice is beyond me! I have to give full credit to my gal pal Leah for introducing me to him (as she has countless other artists). Back when we lived in the same dorm, I knew I could always count on her to pick up my slack and finish whatever song I randomly burst out singing. Ah, those were the days. Now I just look like a crazy person all by myself.

"Smell my Folgers." "I don't wear pants anymore." "I see dead people." "My bottom feels good!"  "I killed a man once." "I don't get to cut clothes off of people nearly as much as I'd like to." "If you limit your perception to what you expect, you will miss realities..." Happy weekending, folks! May your shift be as busy as you want it to be.

a little bit of happy in a song ps happy december.

we're busy saving lives and killing time around here.