Fun.: Some Nights [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...
I really, really love this song. I feel like this song is the story of my life. At least, I feel like it is. I have heard this song a few times on the radio and I totally fell in love with it. This is currently my favorite song.
I hope you like it as much as I do!!!!

I am exhausted as all get out right now, but I wanted to write. Yesterday, my cousin got married. It was a beautiful wedding. The ceremony itself was outside, despite the cold. We were at a gun range, though; however, it was still an amazing ceremony. The lake was behind the bride and groom (and the bridesmaids and groomsmen).
My cousin looked drop dead gorgeous in a sleevless gown, the veil pinned up at the back of her head. Her daughter was in a long, white spaghetti strap and very adorable dress (she was the flower girl). She had a crown. Her son was in a cute little tux (he's four) with an orange tie (he was the "ring tiger" because he didn't want to be the "ring bear"!!!). The groom (who's long been considered part of the family and was just as much my cousin as she was, even before the wedding) was in a tux, also in an orange tie. All the groomsmen (and the groom) were wearing high top sneakers.
It was beautiful. Like, amazingly gorgeous.
The reception was totally wonderful. The food was great. The atmosphere was wonderful. We were celebrating the union of two of the most truly wonderful and amazing people. That's all that mattered. We were having a great time. The ceremony was early (4.30 pm), so by 10 pm (latest), maybe half the guests were gone; I was amazed, at 11 that there weren't near as many people as there were around 7. I mean, there was an open bar and everything. I had a few (ahem) mixed drinks and ended up having more alcohol in my system than I've ever had in my system in... well, ever. No, I did NOT get drunk drunk. I got tipsy drunk. I was still in control of what I was doing. Though some of the vaguer,  more minor details I don't remember well, I remember most of the night, enough so, that it's not hard for me to connect the dots.
However, mom left at 8.30 and pretty much the last words she said to me were "Don't get sick and don't get pregnant." Like, seriously, I'm not that irresponsible. And I didn't get either of those.
However, I digress. It was a beautiful night, full of love and happiness and joy. Now, the happily married couple are preparing to go on their honeymoon sometime within the next seven days.
I am just soooo happy that they are married. They are so happy together, they are such a beautiful and wonderful couple. I do wish them the best, many happy years and some amazing, blessed and very fond memories.

So, guys, I've started writing a story. It's (hopefully) going to be scary. The beginning is on my other blog, http://charlotteswritingcorner.blogspot.com
Check it out!!!

A very big and heartfelt thank you to my guest/co-blogger, Launna, for a beautiful and thoughtful blog post today. I very much appreciate it!
I have a challege for you.... Well, it's one that I have already done, but I am doing it again. Although, it's going to be a little bit more difficult.
Two words... One story. Your own. It'll be unique, as it is from you. Now, I know it's going to be hard, I'm already thinking about two words that I want to use... I got this idea from 2wordstory.com and I found it interesting. Now, I am passing on the challenge on to myself and to you, dear readers.
I am interested and ingtrigued to read what is to come.
Have fun!

Letting Go

Charly asked me to guest post again and I'm honored to do this for her. 

I felt impressed to post about relationships between children and their parents.  This is a difficult one as when your children get older as parents we try hard to hold onto them as children.  It's all in letting go and having faith they will make the right decisions.

We sometimes (almost always) feel inadequate as parents.  So we hold on hoping we can help them make the right choice but instead we suffocate them and make them feel like we don't trust them.  When in all truth that's the last thing we wanted to do.

We as parents need to have faith that we've taught our children to have a moral compass and the rest is up to them.  As long as we have loved them and taught them right from wrong.  There's not much more we can do.

We cannot shelter them from the world forever, otherwise they will not grow to their potential.  We just need to believe in them and love them.  Besides if we do this, when they fail, they will remember that we are their safe place to fall.  Where we will always be there for them.


Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. 

Khalil  Gibran

Hey, guys!!! I'm not here to write about my days right now (I'll do that when I get home), I'm here to tell you tha I have a new piece on my other blog, My Writing Corner (charlotteswritingcorner.blogspot.com). Check it out!!!

So, after a three hour drive last night, we're on the other side of the state. South Haven, to be exact. We had dinner after we got in with family friends at the house we are staying at... Which has a lake view of Lake Michigan. After dinner, we went on a walk down the beach to see the lighthouse out here. It was beautiful out, but it was dark, cold and rainy. So, blah.
Anyhow, I'm planning to go down by the beacn and write. Maybe being by the lake and the beach, and being in a different place entirely, will give me some inspiration that I've been lacking recently. It would definately help if I could write something... and didn't have a block. However, I've already gotten some inspiration from the deep, azure blue of the lake, the white-capped waves (in French, white caps are muttons blanche!!! White sheep???? Really?)... the baby blue sky with white, fluffy clouds lazily floating across it. See? There's some poetry there...
I am not looking forward to the three hour drive back tomorrow, but what can I say? It's something that I have to suffer through to be home again, to see my friends... all that good shit.
OH, by the way, I finally have my car back. Thank goodness, I was getting tired of driving my sister's car or walking everywhere. Bah humbug.
Anyhow. I don't know. I'm hoping for a relatively lazy day, maybe going to the downtown district, buying a postcard or two, lazing around at the house, reading and writing at the beach. Things like that. It's a wonderful place, but dad says that this is a vacation...
Speaking of, he said that the whole way here, and last night, when all I wanted to do is go to bed, he said that I had no choice but to go on a walk down the beach with everyone when I was tired from being the one DRIVING out here, in the RAIN and WIND... the wind that kept pushing at the car, the wind that I had to fight all the way here, the rain that the wind made me slip on.... I was the one who went through all that amazing stress, and all I wanted to do at eleven o'clock at night was to sleep.
Whatever, I'll get over it.
Anyways, I'm going to get off here, get the day going the way I planned, hopefully.
Have a great day and a great weekend, if I don't write tomorrow.
~~Charly