all by myself (don't wanna be)
the good news is that justin is back in the country.
the bad news is that while his two buddies got the last two seats on the first flight from houston, justin hasn't been able to get a seat on any of the rest of the flights home. so the laundry will remain undone another night (i mean, c'mon, it's not like i'm going to start doing laundry when i'm all mopey) while he employs plan b (or more like plan x): fly to vegas, wait out a 4.5 hour layover, and then take the red-eye home. it was that or start trying to get home from houston again tomorrow, and the flights aren't looking swell, so at least he'll be home and in bed, sleeping it off, when i leave for work in the morning, and then maybe he'll feel human again by the time i get home tomorrow evening, and we can start our weekend together.
i'm trying to decide whether to go home, lounge on the couch and watch the finale of "will and grace" (in which i'm not particularly invested) or go lounge in a theater seat and see "art school confidential" - thrilling prospects, both of them. if justin made it home at 5:00 today (plan a), we were going to go see david in "night bloomers" but i don't feel like going home and changing into play-going clothes (not that i have anything remotely appropriately arty in my not-so-vast array of maternity clothes) and going without him.
if i were my mother, i would either (a) go home and spiffy up and go to the play anyway or (b) seize the opportunity to do all the laundry that has piled up. i am so not my mother.
my mom is coming to visit, a week from tonight, for the long holiday weekend. she has actually asked (asked!) me to leave the weeds that have sprung up in my flowerbeds in the monsoon we've had for weeks on end for her to weed. she loves to weed that much. i think it's the one thing she misses, living in a condo. i am so unlike my mother, but i am oh so glad she is the way she is.
but about justin - it's good to be able to hear his voice on the phone, but it sucks to not be together another 12 hours. wow, that sounds pathetic, doesn't it? it's pathetic but true.
in other evidence of how pathetic i am, on the way to work this morning i was flipping through the radio stations and landed on the also-pathetic scott stapp, singing his heart out on "arms wide open." milo was squirming, and i had been talking to him, and all of a sudden the lyrics penetrated my morning-brain, and i started to bawl. i cried all the way to work at that stupid, cheesy song. in light of how i feel about milo, awful cheese suddenly becomes meaningful. so, so pathetic.
the thing is, i love him so much already. (milo, not scott stapp.) if i love him this much already, how will i be able to survive loving him him after he's born? and if i'm this pathetic now, how unbearable will i be then? the mind boggles.
With Arms Wide Open
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...
Written by Tremonti/Stapp
Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music(Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc.)/Dwight Frye Music, Inc. (BMI)
the bad news is that while his two buddies got the last two seats on the first flight from houston, justin hasn't been able to get a seat on any of the rest of the flights home. so the laundry will remain undone another night (i mean, c'mon, it's not like i'm going to start doing laundry when i'm all mopey) while he employs plan b (or more like plan x): fly to vegas, wait out a 4.5 hour layover, and then take the red-eye home. it was that or start trying to get home from houston again tomorrow, and the flights aren't looking swell, so at least he'll be home and in bed, sleeping it off, when i leave for work in the morning, and then maybe he'll feel human again by the time i get home tomorrow evening, and we can start our weekend together.
i'm trying to decide whether to go home, lounge on the couch and watch the finale of "will and grace" (in which i'm not particularly invested) or go lounge in a theater seat and see "art school confidential" - thrilling prospects, both of them. if justin made it home at 5:00 today (plan a), we were going to go see david in "night bloomers" but i don't feel like going home and changing into play-going clothes (not that i have anything remotely appropriately arty in my not-so-vast array of maternity clothes) and going without him.
if i were my mother, i would either (a) go home and spiffy up and go to the play anyway or (b) seize the opportunity to do all the laundry that has piled up. i am so not my mother.
my mom is coming to visit, a week from tonight, for the long holiday weekend. she has actually asked (asked!) me to leave the weeds that have sprung up in my flowerbeds in the monsoon we've had for weeks on end for her to weed. she loves to weed that much. i think it's the one thing she misses, living in a condo. i am so unlike my mother, but i am oh so glad she is the way she is.
but about justin - it's good to be able to hear his voice on the phone, but it sucks to not be together another 12 hours. wow, that sounds pathetic, doesn't it? it's pathetic but true.
in other evidence of how pathetic i am, on the way to work this morning i was flipping through the radio stations and landed on the also-pathetic scott stapp, singing his heart out on "arms wide open." milo was squirming, and i had been talking to him, and all of a sudden the lyrics penetrated my morning-brain, and i started to bawl. i cried all the way to work at that stupid, cheesy song. in light of how i feel about milo, awful cheese suddenly becomes meaningful. so, so pathetic.
the thing is, i love him so much already. (milo, not scott stapp.) if i love him this much already, how will i be able to survive loving him him after he's born? and if i'm this pathetic now, how unbearable will i be then? the mind boggles.
With Arms Wide Open
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...
Written by Tremonti/Stapp
Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music(Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc.)/Dwight Frye Music, Inc. (BMI)
posted by laura at 6:23 PM
4 Comments:
If you think that song is bad, try listening to the last song on the Barenaked Ladies CD Stunt. It's called "When You Dream". That one makes me cry every time...Here are the lyrics:
With life just begun, my sleeping new son
Has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
And pictures a world past his bed
Its hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
Do you dream about
Music or mathematics
Or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics
Or angels who sing lullabies?
His fontanelle pulses with lives that hes lived
With memories hell learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
Hes forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
History begins
But the future will win
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
Are they colour or black and white,
Yiddish or english
Or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?
Do you hear noises just
Loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear del shannons runaway playing
On transistor radio waves?
With so little experience,
Your mind not yet cognizant
Are you wise beyond your few days?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
When you dream,
What do you dream about?
Words by steven page & ed robertson. music by steven page
Those are truly cheesy lyrics to be sure! (i think i would bawl too, luckily i tend to listen to the NPR station)
I am glad Justin is at least back in the country and hope he will be back at your side soon!
okay, "when you dream" might be even worse. "do you hear del shannons runaway playing?" really???? c'mon.
and i used to listen to npr on my morning commute until we got a new host for the local interest show that's on at that time, and she makes me ill. but hey - now i can blames this episode on her.
You were missed by the way. That's not meant to be guilt-inducing, I just wanted to know I remembered you were coming - and I missed you.
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