Thank You, Mike Meyers

 

Yesterday I was thinking about how much this guy has made me laugh. Here are some pictures of him in some of my favorite roles. All I have to say is, Thank you, Mr. Meyers.

Viva La Vida

Upon first hearing it, I was really struck by this song and intrigued by it's meaning. On the internet I was able to find many different theories from many different people, but none from the artist, Coldplay. Although I can't speak for the band's personal beliefs, I am determined that this song is their interpretation of Jesus Christ's experience on earth. Their interpretation of what it was like for him to "live the life" as a human being. A very interesting one, at that. Here is the man we believe to be the true king and yet, when He came to rule, He was born in a stable, lived His life virtually homeless and was eventually betrayed, tortured, and crucified.

For example, the song says "I know Saint Peter won't call my name." In one night alone, Peter denied Christ 3 times, and pretended not to know Him. The video starts with an image of a red rose blooming and dying. Many religions believe the rose to be a symbol of Christ and His divinity. The lyrics stating that, "People couldn't believe what I'd become." I think they are talking about when the Savior was filled with fury and cleansed the temple. Jesus Christ's popularity was such that even John the Baptist, the man who prepared the people for Christ to come, ended up with his head on a silver plate. In the end of the video the artists all fade away like their turning to dust, which seems an appropriate way to end, the artists themselves are simply presenting their views but really, all they are is dust. . . in the wind :) These are just some of my thoughts and although it's not Gospel Doctrine, the song has given me some things to contemplate. . . at 5 a.m. this morning.

With that in mind, pause the Josh Groban music below, read the lyrics below and then watch the video. What do you think?

Viva La Vida lyrics
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

(Repeat Chorus)

The Night They Found My Toe Socks. . .

Legend tells of a legendary pile of laundry that was the stuff of legend. . . er, about a week ago I was almost finished with a ginormous stash of laundry. Stacks of folded clothes looked like skyscrapers and our piles of socks, mountains. I left the room for just a moment and the next thing I knew, I was running for the camera. I guess I'm not the only one in the house that likes toe socks.

Our Dynomite New Year's Eve Party

It started with 2 hours of extreme snow tubing at Soldier Hollow in Midway. Everyone had a screaming good time. At least once in your life, you MUST go! Afterwards, we went to my house for Park City Stew, Chili and more food than is legal to consume in one night. All night long, party poppers and party crackers were bursting left and right. Everyone did what they wanted, shot hoops, watched the Fifth Element, played the Wii, ran around the house, took a nap, or danced like there's no tomorrow. The highlight of the evening was fabulous face painting provided by Dana Martin. She transformed us all into the object of our dreams (or nightmares). Her information is listed below.
Needless to say, we had a ball. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Imagination Gone Wild - Face Painting by Dana Martin (435)671-2799 igwfacepainting@yahoo.com