May 29th, 2009
…That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don’t believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don’t know how
Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how
I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
Cartel’s acoustic version of Wonderwall is the song that Alex picked out for us to end our wedding ceremony with…it never actually got played…and we were too caught up with each other to even notice.
But I still think about our wedding every time I hear it.
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May 29th, 2009
It’s real.
Example: Alex and I had the same first grade teacher and were always one classroom away from each other. ( that might just be more of a coincidence, actually).
Better example: When Alex was 7 or 8 he played football for the Brandon Cowboys. He even got a manly football jacket that season with DUNN across the back in big white letters. This is where the fate thing starts: 14 years later, his lovely fiance is a cheerleading coach for the very same team he used to play for.
He even kept the jacket, all these years later. And it fits me. I wore it to the games and the competitions when it got cold and everybody asked me where I got this ancient relic from. All the ladies swooned, the men rolled their eyes, and the girls on my team giggled and shrieked and sang different versions of ’Jamie & Alex sittin in a tree…’
I really miss those girls. I won’t be coaching this season…but I have a sneaky little feeling I’ll be spending a lot of Saturdays at the field.
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May 29th, 2009
Alex talks to me in the WallE voice. It is adorable and endearing. The more I laugh, the better the voice gets.
This is such a regular thing that we developed an ‘I Love You’ code in robot language.
Beep Bop Boop, Husband 
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May 26th, 2009
All kinds of awesome went down this weekend.
My natural lovability landed the husband a huge of tray of Cheddar’s sandwiches from the Palmetto Club. Love the Palmetto Club. But my boy hates taking pictures…so much, in fact, that he faked tears to make me stop the torture.
Corona and Chelsea had a little bff time…Corona was in one of those moods though.
Went treasure hunting with Madre and stumbled across a lovely little apron (ahem, husband) and found a phone that I would not only answer, but enjoy talking in.
Then Smullen came over and we were off to the pool for thunderstorm games of quarters and throw-jamie-in-the-pool. And an attempt at Trivial Pursuit.
Then we went the the condo in Clearwater and skimmed and swam and stealthily stayed out of trouble
Then we made many a scene at the Red Lion Pub
It was sweet dreams from there
Cookout the next day where we made tentative plans to go to Vegas in a few months.
Love my life
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May 25th, 2009
…we remember you, Marc
Thanksgiving Day
Young men been a fightin
Since God knows when
You come home a little cut and bruised
Get patched up, go be friends again
It’s damn hard to raise a good boy
Turn him into a man
They send him away to where the fightin is real
Pray he comes home again
Car wheels on the drive way
Strange men at the door
Bad dreams just beginning
You’ll be our dream forever more
Don’t nobody let em in
Don’t open that door
Don’t they know it’s Thanksgiving Day
I will give thanks no more
No more…no more…
You join a long list of defenders
Sometimes of what I don’t now
Keep us safe in our beds at night
You said that’s a dream worth dyin for
There is honor in sacrifice
A debt we can never repay
All these Mothers giving up their sons
Empty chairs on Thanksgiving Day
Car wheels on the drive way
Strange men at the door
Bad dreams just beginning
You’ll be our dream forever more
Don’t nobody let em in
Don’t open that door
Don’t they know it’s Thanksgiving Day
I will give thanks no more
No more…no more…
Won’t somebody take us back
Thanksgiving the year before
When we were all together here
Gathered here on the kitchen floor
Don’t nobody let em in
Don’t open that door
Don’t they know it’s Thanksgiving Day
I will give thanks no more
No more…no more…
Dad wrote this for Marc about a year after he died. If you go to his myspace you can download the song and make a donation to the Wounded Warrior Project. You can read an article about him here.
We miss you.
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May 22nd, 2009
Edie Brickell & The new Bohemians: What I am
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or
Oh, I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I’m not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what you are and
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
Don’t let me get too deep
Don’t let me get too deep
Don’t let me get too deep
Don’t let me get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
I love Edie Brickell’s voice and all…but I would kill to hear mom sing this right now…or to hear Alex play it on the guitar.
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May 21st, 2009
The auburn stays. At least until it gets boring….
This photo shoot may have been the deciding factor. I love my mac.
Next time I might just chop it all off…
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May 18th, 2009
We went to the beach last weekend and I actually skimmed…and attempted to surf. But really, I only embarrassed Husband and Padre.
And then we went to see Dad play at the casino and went out for sushi. Old women told Julie and I how “just plain beautiful” we looked…not like “those other girls” ….ha
and then Alex picked me little baby roses on the way home
We went to the beach yesterday too…but it was one of those days where everything was too perfect and adorable to stop and take pictures
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May 12th, 2009
Dearly Beloved and I have this thing where we send each other song lyrics or entire songs or just artists for each other to look up and listen to whenever the lyrics bottle up what we’re feeling about each other at that point in time. This happens constantly.
Todays song from Alex may or may not have been an epic fail…but his heart was in the right place.
It was No One’s Gonna Love You by Band of Horses. The chorus goes ‘no one is ever gonna love you more than I do…
No one’s gonna love you more than I do.’ But the rest of it is about a failed relationship.
His reasoning: “oh…i just heard the reverse and liked the song…lol”
This is why I love my husband.
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May 8th, 2009
Today I googled labyrinths within 25 miles of our house…and there are 5. One is actually right down the road.
I started indecipherably shrieking down the hallway at Alex demanding that we go, we must go, much to his horror. Lucky for him, they’re the kind that are just intricate mazes cut in the grass and whatnot.
We will go to these labyrinths and have picnics. And blow bubbles and other mildly embarrassing things.
One day I’ll whisk him away to the mac daddy of labyrinths with high walls, winding staircases, statues, doors, towers and turrets, topiaries and hidden passageways.
I know it exists somewhere.
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