musical remembrance

i had a great day yesterday.

but even flying high above sunset blvd, hands still ashake from contract signing, stomach still a-knot from dream fulfilling, my mind is never far from our best and bravest.

i may not agree with the battle, but i do support the troop.

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a sweet, somewhat hokey, homemade you-tube video of real life soldiers and vets, that has wrecked me each of the 7 times i've watched it...

{even the accidental footage of actor barry pepper from 'saving private ryan' ~2:55.....oops}.

one of my favorite 'chicks song.

come home please.

in gratitude

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now let's please bring home the rest

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in gratitude.

an ending. please.

this week ends the deadliest month in the afghanistan war.

nothing really more to say. crying feels better.

i have the flu so my maudlin mood magnifies with whims of vapors and fits of fury.

being sick sends me into my weepiest, most melodramatic, has-been actress theatrics.

antony and the johnsons play in every speaker of the house. all tv's muted on msnbc {2:15 it gets good}.

wishing you peace this weekend my friends.

for our soldiers:

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scared to color outside the lines

i'm watching the pacific. to say it rivets me is an understatement.

hh and i are rendered speechless each episode.

every scene shakes me.

i still can't get the conversation out of my head where the hardened, jaded marine questions the fresh recruit about god:

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hearing those words made me feel a little less alone.

i like to think i'm an intelligent girl. i can work out most of my sticky situations. yet when it comes to war and these "enemies" i supposedly have all over the world, i'm a 4 year old needing tracing paper.

i don't pray. but at night as i fall asleep i try to send love out to someone in the world who doesn't know me, but hates me. hates me because of where i live, what i look like, because of what i do or do not believe in.

it was something i started around 9/11; to help me combat my confusion and anger. now it's just become a ritual i have to do. like brushing my teeth.

it's silly, i know. kind of weirdo-ish too. i'm not changing the world. i'm just not letting hate and ugliness own my tiny katie kingdom.

my grown up xmas list

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!Much pleasure thou can'st give me

just in case he IS checking his list twice here is what i would be asking for if we lived in that magical world where friends weren't sick, parents didn't fret over bills, animals frolicked freely, a soldier's watch was limited to his sleeping child, and our earth pumped out big gulps of clean, unpolluted air.

alas, this world eludes me. yet. till then, here's my shameless, materialistic christmas list.

grand? i think so. but tis just a wish list. health, peace of mind, safety, and a better world nix fendi shoes all day long.

have a jolly tuesday!

images: troy house, country living, coastal living, net-a-porter, paul costello, frank w. ockenfels, flickr.

I'm sorry

As I write this, the "facts" keep changing, but one thing remains the same: more of our brave soldiers have lost their lives; only yesterday it was here on U.S. soil. In the last 24 hours, additional military families have lost sons, daughters, dads, moms, brothers and sisters. I can't comprehend their grief. I'm just a stupid, spoiled, sheltered girl living a ridiculously unscathed life because of  THEIR courage and commitment. These are the men and women I should truly be devoting my time to; rather than  Molly & Jason.I don't know if it matters to them, but I'm hurting for our military and their loved ones. I'm sending as much love and supportive energy their way. Ugh. I wish I could do more. I wish I could cover for a soldier tonight; I wish I could sub for him or her so that they could take the night off, hang out with their families, mourn a friend, get stinking drunk, or just catch up on sleep. I feel helpless and lame, and know I DON'T get it.Sorry for the drab post. GRrrrrrr.*image: Sduffyphotography.blog