Last week John McCain sang “bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, Iran”. Now that he is ready to announce his candidacy for President, can we expect “I do, run, run, run. I do run, run?”
Archive for April, 2007
Music Man
Wednesday, April 25th, 2007
Sorry I Haven’t Been Writing
Friday, April 20th, 2007I have to confess I am ridiculously sick at the moment. I’m one of those women who gets really ill with pregnancy. Hopefully the Green Monster will back off soon. In the meantime, I’ll write when I can.
No Butts About It…
Friday, April 20th, 2007Black underwear was not intended for light pants. You may be able to justify the black bra under the white blouse. A few celebrities have put their stamp of approval on this look. Black bloomers with khakis, however, have yet to get a nod of acceptance.
I’m always amazed when I see a woman out in public with drawers too dark for her outfit. I mean, what woman doesn’t check her fanny in the mirror before going out? I’ve been a fanny checker since the tender age of 15. It’s engrained. Not evaluating the back yard before leaving the house would be like not brushing my teeth.
Even if I’m wearing dark jeans, I’ve got to look. It’s not just about preventing the dark side from showing itself. What if something has shifted in the night? I’m 35 now. There is the possibility when I wake up things won’t be in exactly the same place as the previous day. It is important to be sure containment hasn’t been compromised. Actually, I think I’d prefer to see black underwear through light pants than body parts spilling through a barrier breech. Call me picky.
Maybe it’s the hormones…
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007With all of these baby hormones floating around in my body, I’ve been a tad emotional lately. That probably explains a song that seems to get to me each time I hear it play. The song is “You Find Out Who Your Friends Are” by Mr. Tracy Lawrence. Though you lose some of the effect by simply reading the lyrics and not hearing the music, I’ll include the chorus and a small snip-it of the song.
Chorus:
You find out who your friends are,
somebody’s gonna drop everything,
run out and crank up their car,
hit the gas, get there fast, never stop to think
“What’s in it for meâ€, or “its way to farâ€
They just show on up…with their big ‘ol heart…
You find out who your friends are……
Everybody wants to slap your back,
wants to shake your hand when
you’re up on top of that mountain.
Let one of those rocks give way,
then you slide back down,
look up and see who’s around then.
This is ain’t where the road comes to an end,
this ain’t where the bandwagon stops,
This is just one of those times when…a lot of folks jump off
Chorus:
You find out who your friends are,
somebody’s gonna drop everything,
run out and crank up their car,
hit the gas, get there fast, never stop to think
“What’s in it for meâ€, or “its way to far 
They just show on up…with their big ‘ol heart.
You find out who your friends are…
This song makes me think a lot about my one true friend, Shauntay. We’ve been friends now for 10 years. There have been so many changes in our lives and we no longer live a stones throw from one another. It doesn’t matter though. I know if something were to come up in my life, she would be there in a hot second with a helping hand and words of encouragement and support. Hopefully she knows the same is true of me for her.
You really do find your true friends when life starts tossing wrenches in your plans. I’ve had many acquaintances in life who have been there for the fun and easy times. The crowd seemed to thin considerably when obstacles popped up. Part of it is my fault. Before people can be there for you, you have to be comfortable enough with them to let them know when you need help. Few people read minds. Asking for a hand has never come easy for me. That’s the great thing about Shauntay. She never waits for me to ask. She inserts herself into my life and makes it clear we are riding the waves together.
One time I was complaining to my Grandma about how few friends I really have. She didn’t let me get away with that complaint one bit. She knows Shauntay, you see. She was quick to point out many people in this world have stacks of friends yet still lack what I have found with Shauntay, one TRUE friend in this world
It Must Be Morning Somewhere…
Sunday, April 1st, 2007It is 4:45 p.m. and my morning sickness is still going strong. It was like this with Olivia too. It’s like my body wants to pay homage to all of the glorious mornings this wonderous globe has to offer.
Huh?
Sunday, April 1st, 2007My dear husband had one of those moments today where he felt his age. While we were enjoying a bagel and a tea in a local coffee house, our infant daughter was rocking and rolling to the music playing overhead. There were no commercial interruptions, so it was pretty clear the kids working there were supplying the music. Since we will be hitting the road this week for a long drive to Michigan, we thought it would be fun to get information on what album was being played. If we could find it in the store, Olivia would have something to keep her entertained in the car.
When Steve approached the counter, he asked the teenaged girls if they wouldn’t mind telling him what album was on. The look on their faces clearly said…”Huh?” When he went on about how much Olivia likes the music, the connection was finally made. “Oh, you’re talking about my I-Pod music tracks!” Sorry honey, music hasn’t been on albums since Michael Jackson was sorting things out with “Billy Jean.”