Ron. Swanson.

  

Ron Swanson is a man of principle, a man of few words and a man of mustache.  Presented to you now are 2 of my favorite Ron Swanson moments.  Enjoy.

One of the best moments in television history. Ever. Period. For realz. I’m not even playing with you. Click this extra long link to watch it. Normally, I’d embed the video into this post but embedding was disabled so I had to make it a link. And, yes, I am aware that I made this entire paragraph a link. Where is it written that links have to be short? I made this one really long so you should have no trouble clicking on it.

Here’s the other one: (It’s embedded)

How long will I love you

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This is my absolute favorite song right now.  I can’t get it out of my head.  Jon Boden, Sam Sweeney and Ben Coleman cover it on the About Time soundtrack and I heard it for the first time when I watched the movie.  Since then I can’t stop listening to it, singing it, playing it on the piano.  Here are the lyrics and a couple different versions of it, including the original by The Waterboys and one by Ellie Goulding.

How long will I love you?
As long as there are stars above you
And longer if I can

How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan

How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand

How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far

How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you are

How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I may

The Waterboys

Jon Boden, Sam Sweeney and Ben Coleman

Ellie Goulding

Are you living a lie?

 

I’m close to tears here. The amount of wisdom in this simple statement has me completely overwhelmed. I may never wear pants again. 

Don’t you see? We cling to the false belief that appearance and material possessions make us who we are. But none of that means anything when we are placed in the crucible and wrought in the refiner’s fire. Our true self emerges, impurities now shown for what they are. Pants can no longer hide our true color. 

Also death.  

How far down does this trash can go?

Does retreat ever feel like your only option? Sometimes it feels like mine. 

It’s impossible for anyone to know exactly how their words or actions will affect other people.  And sometimes even when we are doing what we think is our best we manage to hurt or offend someone we care about. 

It seems like these last few weeks have been nothing but a continuous lesson in how spectacular I am at saying or doing the wrong thing. And “trying” to do the right thing doesn’t seem to count. 

 

The introvert in me is beating the extrovert senseless. “RETREAT!!!!” she says. My inner extrovert is losing consciousness. I think there might be some internal bleeding. 

Anyone reading this, if I’ve hurt or wronged you in some way, I’m so so sorry. 

 

Please forgive me. I’m gonna go climb in a hole for a week.