I’m not saying that there are rules to my choosing the song of the week, but I don’t usually choose a song that is a “current hit.” It is also very rare that I choose a song by a female artist. I’m not trying to be sexist or anything, it’s just an observation. I also don’t usually choose a song by someone that I don’t like as a person, or at least think I would like if I ever got the chance to know them personally.
Well, this week’s song was a number one hit last month for Miranda Lambert. She’s not nearly as repulsive as Reba, but she usually annoys me and I only like a couple of her songs.
There are places that make me feel connected, uprooted, old, young, sad, and glad all at the same time. My parents’ house, my grandparents’ houses, Pine Springs,LCU and the highways in and out of Lubbock make the shortlist. I hope you like this song and that it helps bring your shortlist to mind.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Potty time
Madalyn and Annie are potty training together. They usually end up in the bathroom before Kirsten or I know it. It's quite an adventure trying to keep up with these two girls.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy 4th of July
We went to our church gathering at the Smith's home Sunday night for a meal, desserts, and fireworks! Georgia had multiple drinks, Annie played with Kaitlyn and had several blue desserts, and Jones discovered a 3 wheeler on a steep driveway. West was passed around (can you find him in the group photo?). He didn't enjoy the heat though. Justin helped the girls experience their first sparklers.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
San Angelo Trip
The kids and I traveled to San Angelo this past weekend for the annual last Friday of June/ pre 4th of July fish fry celebration. West was three weeks old and did fabulous in the car. Thanks to Jamie for the use of her surburban, Jimmy and Granddaddy for the fish and zucchini, Shirley for the food, decorations, and the clogging entertainment, and for everyone else that came and brought food. We had a great time!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Anniversary #7
Today is our seventh wedding anniversary. Amen.
To commemorate the occasion the song of the week is Josh Grider's "Crazy Like You", one of the best marriage advice songs I've ever heard.
Well people sing songs all the time
About fallin' in love and losing their minds
But it ain't love that drive folks mad
It's livin' this life day in, day out
Tryin' to figure what it's all about
The who's, the when's, the where's, the why's, and the maybe's
I say everybody's crazy so what you need to do
You need to find somebody crazy like you
Someone you can fuss and fight with
And when you make up, then you can love all night with
Someone who shares your particular point of view
Oh they bound to be crazy, just make sure they're crazy like you
I looked high, I looked low, looked far, looked wide
Before I looked in a mirror and I realized
I spend my time lookin' for the wrong thing
Perfectly sane would be so mundane
A man like me, I'm subject to change
And I'm lookin' for someone who's track's'll fit my train
I found me a girl and she's five foot four
And I never found a girl that I love more
We are in tune and out of touch with all the same things
And she's as wild and mean as a deep blue sea
And pure and sweet as honey from a bee
And I love her to death, 'cause that girl's crazy just like me.
To commemorate the occasion the song of the week is Josh Grider's "Crazy Like You", one of the best marriage advice songs I've ever heard.
Well people sing songs all the time
About fallin' in love and losing their minds
But it ain't love that drive folks mad
It's livin' this life day in, day out
Tryin' to figure what it's all about
The who's, the when's, the where's, the why's, and the maybe's
I say everybody's crazy so what you need to do
You need to find somebody crazy like you
Someone you can fuss and fight with
And when you make up, then you can love all night with
Someone who shares your particular point of view
Oh they bound to be crazy, just make sure they're crazy like you
I looked high, I looked low, looked far, looked wide
Before I looked in a mirror and I realized
I spend my time lookin' for the wrong thing
Perfectly sane would be so mundane
A man like me, I'm subject to change
And I'm lookin' for someone who's track's'll fit my train
I found me a girl and she's five foot four
And I never found a girl that I love more
We are in tune and out of touch with all the same things
And she's as wild and mean as a deep blue sea
And pure and sweet as honey from a bee
And I love her to death, 'cause that girl's crazy just like me.
Monday, June 21, 2010
A lesson in the circle of life
Last winter Jonesy decided that she wanted a fish and started saving up her money to buy one. In January she finally had enough and purchased a female beta that she named Cutie.
Saturday night I noticed that Cutie didn't look so hot. She was still alive, but didn't look like she would be for long. Leslie and I wondered how Jones would handle it the next day. Should one of us make a midnight run to WalMart for Cutie 2.0? We decided to just go to bed.
When we got home after lunch yesterday, I took Jones aside and told her that I needed to talk to her about something. I told her that Cutie was sick. I had barely gotten that out and Jones was running to check on her. She saw that her fish was dead and the tears started. I picked her up and tried to console her the best I could. I told her that it was okay to cry, that I had cried when Willie died.
Her first words almost made me laugh, but I held it in. "Now I'll have to save up my money again to get a new one!"
When she had calmed down I told her that we could bury her in the garden like we did with Willie. "Or, " I suggested, "sometimes when pet fish die, people flush them in the toilet."
She looked up at me and started grinning. Then she said, "Or maybe we could use her for bait when we go fishing."
I didn't hold my laughter that time, but told her that it wouldn't be right to use her deceased pet for bait.
We buried her in the garden between the zuchinni and green beans.
Saturday night I noticed that Cutie didn't look so hot. She was still alive, but didn't look like she would be for long. Leslie and I wondered how Jones would handle it the next day. Should one of us make a midnight run to WalMart for Cutie 2.0? We decided to just go to bed.
When we got home after lunch yesterday, I took Jones aside and told her that I needed to talk to her about something. I told her that Cutie was sick. I had barely gotten that out and Jones was running to check on her. She saw that her fish was dead and the tears started. I picked her up and tried to console her the best I could. I told her that it was okay to cry, that I had cried when Willie died.
Her first words almost made me laugh, but I held it in. "Now I'll have to save up my money again to get a new one!"
When she had calmed down I told her that we could bury her in the garden like we did with Willie. "Or, " I suggested, "sometimes when pet fish die, people flush them in the toilet."
She looked up at me and started grinning. Then she said, "Or maybe we could use her for bait when we go fishing."
I didn't hold my laughter that time, but told her that it wouldn't be right to use her deceased pet for bait.
We buried her in the garden between the zuchinni and green beans.
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