Song Lyric Sunday – Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE

This song is new to me as of this week, but I have to say that I’ve fallen completely in love with it.  It has such a powerful message.  It also makes me think of my own siblings.  Some of them have been with me through everything.  I know the title is “Brother” but aside from my hubby, my sister is my rock, my shelter and my strength.  She’s been with me through it all and I only hope I’ve offered some of those things in return to her as well.

Music is so powerful.  I’m starting to realize that my life isn’t quite complete when I’m not listening to music.

I also want to throw a quick shout out to all my followers each week.  I know I’ve neglected you all terribly in the past month or so, but I have to say that I am constantly amazed at this community and for your willingness to help out and be there with me through everything.  Thank you so much for all the great music along the way too.  I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the ride to this point and I’m planning to keep it going.

I do hope you enjoy the song.  I apologize for the lateness of my post today, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me!

Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need
We get a little restless from the searching
Get a little worn down in between
Like a bull chasing the matador is the man left to his own schemes
Everybody needs someone beside em’ shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Face down in the desert now there’s a cage locked around my heart
I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far
I ain’t made for a rivalry, I could never take the world alone
I know that in my weakness I am stronger
It’s your love that brings me home
Brother let me be your shelter
I’ll never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Brother let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Brother let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re feeling low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Brother let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Brother let me be your shelter
Brother let me be your shelter
Brother let me be your shelter
Brother let me be your shelter
Brother let me be your shelter
Songwriters: Pontus Johan Winnberg / Niomi Arleen Daley / Christian Karlsson / Henrik Jonback
Brother lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week was “brother/sister”.  Please feel free to click the link, read the rules and post one of your own.

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SoCS – Egging someone on, but not in a good way

How did the term “egging someone on” ever come to be?  I’m just curious enough to go look it up…

Isn’t Google an amazing thing?  I don’t do too much work for things like this and this was the first link that showed up on the feed when I typed in “egging someone on origin”.  According to the link, the egg in this phrase has nothing to do with an actual egg, but is a variant of the word edge – to edge someone on.  Which I suppose makes more sense for actually giving someone encouragement, but I hear it used more, and actually use it more when you are pissing someone off and you want them to get even more upset.

It makes me think of my boys.  I know they love each other, but they are two totally different human beings.  Jaxon plays football, loves being outside and can’t stand to just sit in the house.  Andru loves the computer and computer games and tends to be more in his own imagination than present in this reality.  They’re just opposites in so many ways.

Andru was a spoiled shit when he was younger – yes I admit that he was the baby and we coddled him too much.  I think Jaxon knew that and started picking on him pretty young.  I’m not sure Andru has ever had patience for it, but these days, when Jaxon walks downstairs and does whatever he does to “egg” Andru on, Andru goes from calm to rage in about one second.  Jaxon always responds with something totally innocent too.

Today he said, “But I love you Andru…”  He loves him so much he will walk in a room and the first thing he does is bug his brother.  It doesn’t even matter what it is.

Anyway, that’s what I think of when I hear the term “egging someone on”.  I’m not sure I can switch my brain to think it’s a positive thing either.  I’ve been thinking about it for a few minutes too… having someone “egg” me on with running just doesn’t have the same meaning to me as having someone support and encourage me.


This totally random and off the wall post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill.  Today’s prompt was “egg”.  Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

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K is for Kabobs

I’ve always really liked kabobs, but I have to admit to only liking a few things that can be found on them. I also realized, after meeting my boyfriend, that there are different types of kabobs. I grew up with the notion that you grilled kabobs with beef and/or chicken and vegetables. But there is also the Persian variety that is really just meat with spices and it’s almost like it’s wrapped around a stick and grilled that way. I’m not a cook, so I don’t know necessarily, but they are no less good, especially if you find a good restaurant. I’ve had some that were pretty bad, too, but I suppose you have to have the bad sometimes to really enjoy the good stuff.

At one of our sibling outings, we decided to make kabobs. It was also the time I tried my hand at Persian rice and failed miserably. We still ate it, but it had a slightly burnt taste that wasn’t all that appealing. Everyone at the table was so nice, too. I knew they were just being nice when they said it was good, because I could taste that it wasn’t.

We’ve had some yummy food at our dinners, but that night wasn’t one of them.

We made fresh kabobs with marinated chicken and beef and all sorts of vegetables. We even had an assembly line because whoever had the chicken couldn’t touch anything else and the same with the beef. So, I would put on chicken and shove the stick in front of my niece and she would throw on tomatoes and squash and onions, then I’d add more chicken or ask for beef from my sister-in-law. Laying on that tray with the marinated meat and fresh vegetables, they looked so good!

Then my brother took his turn with them on the too-hot grill and they ended up burnt to hell and raw in the middle. He’s not really to blame. He learned how to grill from my Dad. He doesn’t grill anything slow. It’s all high heat and burn the shit out of it. Not only that, we were all hungry by that point and I’m sure he rushed things a little bit just to keep us happy.

We all ate what we could, but it was a pretty horrible dinner. We all decided that if we ever did make kabobs again, which is highly unlikely, we would grill the vegetables separate from the meat and then we could put it all together during the eating process. It was a fun experiment though and some pretty fabulous company. I wouldn’t trade that night for the world because we all bonded and laughed and enjoyed the hell out of the experience, even if the food was pretty terrible.

Love Is In Da Blog – Loving Siblings

I love my siblings. Some of us are closer than others, which might have something to do with a huge age difference between my older brothers and sister. They were already grown and actually tended us sometimes when I was younger. We all stay in touch for the most part, but there’s only four of us who stay in regular contact… the total number is nine, just in case you were wondering; and I’m not the baby, but I’m pretty close to it. If you ever saw my younger brother, you wouldn’t think he was the baby. We call him “little brother” just to tease him sometimes because he’s six foot something and two hundred something pounds (I honestly have no idea how much my brother weighs and I’m not very good at guesstimating weight, but hopefully he’ll forgive me if I’ve grossly overestimated the numbers). Needless to say, he’s a big guy!

I’m lucky enough to call one of my sisters my best friend. We talk almost daily and there was a year or two not very long ago where I basically lived at her house. We just seem to get each other. If we haven’t talked in a while, you can guarantee one of us will be on the phone bitching the other out for not calling in so long. We’re only eighteen months apart so we haven’t always been this close. There was a lot of needless competition and misunderstandings when we were younger, but I’m happy we’re past that stage.

The best way I can describe the relationship I have with them is a post my brother put on Facebook a few months back. It was a picture that I’d seen floating around on my feed for a while, but my brother decided it would be funny to post the picture with only one comment: Helen Espinosa. I guess I’m that one sister. (Image courtesy of Etsy, although I have no idea if that is the original or not…)

I wrote a bit about them last year when my brother had this crazy idea to do Tough Mudder together. Since it was his idea and he and my sister had to talk me into it, it was pretty funny that I was the only one who could have actually done it when the time came. We ended up transferring our tickets to this year and I’m really trying to gear myself up for it, but it will most likely just be me this year too. It sounded fun when we were all going through the pain of training and talking about it and working towards it; going solo sounds like a lot less fun.

Where would I be without them? We’ve all been through so much in our own lives and growing up together and I’m happy to say we’ve sort of come back together in the last ten years and I couldn’t be happier.

 


This post is part of Love Is In Da Blog hosted by Bee. Today we were prompted with brothers and sisters. Feel free to click the links and join the love!