Here's a random video post of Jason's song, "I Want My House Back" since today is Superbowl Sunday! The first time I heard this, I cracked up. It's a really old podcast...but either way, I find it hilarious! xD As he says, PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS SUGGESTED. Just a heads up.
Jam Inspiration
It never hurts to share a little pick me up:
There are no accidents. Situations emerge in consonance with the cosmic flow. But the choices we make create our destiny and leave our imprint on infinite reality. As you have chosen to touch and be touched by another heart, allow the universe to unfold and chip away at this diamond in the rough, and reveal the lustrous and brilliant gem that is YOU. ♥
Jason Inspiration
Why would you ever waste a day worrying about anything? - or think you should have done this or could have done that? Wake up to the WTF of it all and enjoy the ride. Look up and be in awe of the grand view. Be grateful and remind others of this miraculous now. It’s your home after all.
- Jason Mraz
Congrats to our Mraz Man for the double Grammy win!
We Mraz Women are all mighty proud of you! You finally get the recognition you deserve to have gotten all these years. Imagine, you didn't just win one, but two awards! It's almost like the universe is trying to make up for it. :)
Here's to a lot more years of music awesomeness, J!
Here's to a lot more years of music awesomeness, J!
We stand there, in constant twoliness.
Hey girls! How is everybody?
I know we haven't posted anything in a while, so allow me to jumpstart this blog again by sharing with you a piece of prose I've written way back that might inspire the lover in all of you. Keep on hoping, sisters! ♥
July 8, 2009
630 PM
In my head, you are me, I am you.
We are one, walking aimlessly, but in total bliss. Your hand in mine, our footsteps in sync as if it were meant to be, the concept of you and I. We talk about random things, laugh about random things, argue about random things, and we have the time of our lives. When we are silent, we let our eyes do the talking–I look right at you, and you smile, as if you understand this...connection...this thing we have between us we have yet to discover and develop. I tuck my head under your arm–with you towering over me, that wasn't hard to do...it seems like I fit right in there. I encircle you in my arms, linking and intertwining my fingers and keeping you in a circle made of me as we walk side by side to God knows where. You ruffle my boyish yet feminine-smelling hair with your hand and give my shoulders a squeeze, sniff the top of my head (which you find so intoxicating) and lightly plant a kiss on the tip of my nose. I sniff your shirt which smells like fresh laundry made more addicting by your own musky, manly scent, and my hot breath that penetrates your shirt and hits your skin probably made it more unbearable for you, coz you pull me to a stop, bring me to you in one swift move, and ensnare me in the tightest, most thankful hug known to man...as if to thank The Big Guy for Our Moment, For Bringing Us Together, For The Power of The We. We stand there, in constant twoliness, allowing the rest of the world and Time As We Know It pass us by.
And then we kiss for the first time, yet it feels like a familiar secret we've been keeping inside for so long...
In my head, you are me, I am you. That's all that matters to me, right now.
I know we haven't posted anything in a while, so allow me to jumpstart this blog again by sharing with you a piece of prose I've written way back that might inspire the lover in all of you. Keep on hoping, sisters! ♥
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July 8, 2009630 PM
In my head, you are me, I am you.
We are one, walking aimlessly, but in total bliss. Your hand in mine, our footsteps in sync as if it were meant to be, the concept of you and I. We talk about random things, laugh about random things, argue about random things, and we have the time of our lives. When we are silent, we let our eyes do the talking–I look right at you, and you smile, as if you understand this...connection...this thing we have between us we have yet to discover and develop. I tuck my head under your arm–with you towering over me, that wasn't hard to do...it seems like I fit right in there. I encircle you in my arms, linking and intertwining my fingers and keeping you in a circle made of me as we walk side by side to God knows where. You ruffle my boyish yet feminine-smelling hair with your hand and give my shoulders a squeeze, sniff the top of my head (which you find so intoxicating) and lightly plant a kiss on the tip of my nose. I sniff your shirt which smells like fresh laundry made more addicting by your own musky, manly scent, and my hot breath that penetrates your shirt and hits your skin probably made it more unbearable for you, coz you pull me to a stop, bring me to you in one swift move, and ensnare me in the tightest, most thankful hug known to man...as if to thank The Big Guy for Our Moment, For Bringing Us Together, For The Power of The We. We stand there, in constant twoliness, allowing the rest of the world and Time As We Know It pass us by.
And then we kiss for the first time, yet it feels like a familiar secret we've been keeping inside for so long...
In my head, you are me, I am you. That's all that matters to me, right now.
Be Love.
Every now and then I like to post this entry from my dad's journal. He passed away in October of 99.... and this one always brings a smile to my face.
I thought about this post after something really awesome happend at work yesterday. I'm a checker at a grocery store and I had a women in line with her two young kids. She was paying with food stamps and didn't have enough on her card... then her debit card wouldn't process for the remaining 56 dollars. The women behind her piped up and asked me how much it was and I told her. She then proceeded to pay for the rest of the womans groceries. Without even hesitating. She just asked that the kindness is passed on to someone else.
It this day and age it's rare to see such selflessness and love for a stranger. It warmed my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
From my father is where my true love for people comes from. He is still a constant reminder to be kind and be love.
This year I vow to be more kind and loving. Never to take anything for granted and be thankful for those who make me who I am.
8-99 (From my Dad’s Jourmal)
As we travel the road of life, we all too often spend too much time focusing on our destination, and missing the scenery along our way. Today I was reminded again that the journey is shorter then we imagine and we can’t retrace our steps. I am determined to take more time on this I often forget.
I will take time do:
-Listen to my daughter’s questions for they need my answers.
-Pat the dog and receive her licks of love and affection.
-Tell my wife I love her everyday.
-Never let an important word go unsaid
-Always be honest when someone asked me, “How do you feel?”
-I will speak less criticism and more words of encouragement
-Try to see the good side of each situation
-Never go to sleep with anger in my heart towards anyone.
-I will try not to overlook the opportunity to perform random acts of kindness.
And when it’s my time to go, I want to leave with a smile on my face, a song in my heart, and a word of kindness on my lips.
<3
I thought about this post after something really awesome happend at work yesterday. I'm a checker at a grocery store and I had a women in line with her two young kids. She was paying with food stamps and didn't have enough on her card... then her debit card wouldn't process for the remaining 56 dollars. The women behind her piped up and asked me how much it was and I told her. She then proceeded to pay for the rest of the womans groceries. Without even hesitating. She just asked that the kindness is passed on to someone else.
It this day and age it's rare to see such selflessness and love for a stranger. It warmed my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
From my father is where my true love for people comes from. He is still a constant reminder to be kind and be love.
This year I vow to be more kind and loving. Never to take anything for granted and be thankful for those who make me who I am.
8-99 (From my Dad’s Jourmal)
As we travel the road of life, we all too often spend too much time focusing on our destination, and missing the scenery along our way. Today I was reminded again that the journey is shorter then we imagine and we can’t retrace our steps. I am determined to take more time on this I often forget.
I will take time do:
-Listen to my daughter’s questions for they need my answers.
-Pat the dog and receive her licks of love and affection.
-Tell my wife I love her everyday.
-Never let an important word go unsaid
-Always be honest when someone asked me, “How do you feel?”
-I will speak less criticism and more words of encouragement
-Try to see the good side of each situation
-Never go to sleep with anger in my heart towards anyone.
-I will try not to overlook the opportunity to perform random acts of kindness.
And when it’s my time to go, I want to leave with a smile on my face, a song in my heart, and a word of kindness on my lips.
<3
