New Stuff in Time For the New Year!

Hola everybody!

I have recently come across a wonderful song called River Flows In You by Yiruma, it's a lovely piano piece so if you're interested you can check it out at:

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1p_ebSseEq8

So in other news, my amazing mother took me to get my hair cut last week!! It's not short like I originally wanted, Sort of last minute I decided I wanted medium length. So now It's lovely with gorgeous layers and goes down just below my shoulders. 

    

Umm, I get out of school for the winter holidays this friday, which is nice. I have two tests when I come back though. An exam in Biology and an End of Unit test is Chemistry, ooh fun! Hehe, Not. In all actuality I don't have much to report at the moment, so I guess that the end of my update! Bye everybody!!

Xoxo
Ash

In Which Amy Turns Heads... (Myspace Blog)

Tonight was...interesting. Let me preface this by saying that I love local music. You should check out my friends list to find some of the local bands that I enjoy. This list is growing, so keep checking as I add more. Anyway, Worm-Hole, The Third Edge, and The Dirty Clydes were playing at Q-Time, and mi hija was really quite interested in going. This week has been hellacious (mid-terms... ewie.) and I thought, "What the hell", so off we went. Here is the catch - my 5 year old went too. Granted, it was an all-ages show, and outdoors; so we could stay far back and avoid the drinking and smoke, but it was still an interesting experience. Kristin went also, and she took her 4 year old daughter along. Both little ones were so excited - before we left we were sitting in the living room listening to them play in the back bedroom and hearing things like, "I want to see the Rocker boys" and "I hope they play the drums". We couldn't help but giggle and agree that they were excited. When we arrived, we had to walk through the bar in order to get to the patio where the concert was being held. Both little ones chattering and wiggling excitedly, we dragged them as quickly as possible through the bar, but the people in our path grew silent, stopped what they were doing, and stared. Some of them in open-mouthed wonder at our audacity, some of them in outright anger. The trip through the bar felt as though it were two miles long, as Kristin and I glanced at each other with wide eyes. Neither of us expected the response of the crowd. I think, had we slowed our trek even a bit, we might have been lynched. The rest of the evening was better; the kids excited to watch the band setting up, my small one acting shy in front of the people that he knew, then turning to me excitedly and saying, "I can't wait to hear his guitar!" But still, every time a person entered the patio, there was the moment of double take, the second of, "Is that a kid in her lap?!" Neither kid actually made it through the first of the three bands, but that was ok. The experience of being a part of something larger than them, the ability to watch as something that affects so many is created right in front of them, is priceless.

In Which Amy Could Have Died... Again... (Myspace Blog)

There are times when beauty can kill you. The first time this happened to me was the first time I heard the song "Perfect Time of Day" by Howie Day. I was driving home from work, it was overcast and drizzley and the clouds were tumbling over the mountain and it was so beautiful, what with the rain and the clouds and the colours and the song that I thought I could die and even THAT would be beautiful, with the image of perfect beauty in my eyes. I think I just might have drifted off into death, but I thought of my children and it pulled me back into the world and I made it home safely. This morning was the second time. It was far earlier than I am usually even awake, let alone out of the house, driving. Last night had been rainy and hail-y, so I had fallen asleep listening to the plink of hail on the roof. When I left the house, it was still dark, there was water thick on the ground, and the windows of my car were heavy with the almost-frost that is indicitive of the fact that autumn is on her way. Almost as soon as I got on the Interstate, I noticed a very light fog. I was excited! I love fog, because it is so rare! By the time I reached Mesquite, it had become quite heavy; I could barely see the car 20 feet in front of me, and I was starting to get just a bit scared. Then the most amazing thing happened... the sun started to rise. "Perfect Time of Day" came on the radio, and the sun glinted like diamonds off the fog. It was beautiful, the intense beauty that is almost scary like death. My breath caught in my throat, I had to fight to remember how to drive, and, once again, I felt that this beauty was so.... passionate that I could drift off and be blessed to die with beauty like that in my eyes. It was beyond gorgeous. Once again, this thought scared me a bit more, and I thought of my children. Once again, they drew me back, and I remembered that this was not a gift of death, but of life. Though I still had to be careful to remember how to drive, because those diamond gems twinkling like the stars kept calling my name and it was so very tempting... I wonder if I would have had experiences like these before if I had taken the time to stop and notice them, or if they are truely tiny gifts of the Universe that happen so rarely. If that is the case, how lucky am I that I have seen beauty like that, not once, but twice. And how lucky am I that, each time, such beauty has chosen to accompany itself with such a beautiful song. Very lucky indeed.