Today is gonna be the day…

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 

 

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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 

 

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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.

 

This is what I think about Fate

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.

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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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Beep Bop Boop

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.

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This is such a regular thing that we developed an ‘I Love You’ code in robot language.

Beep Bop Boop, Husband :)

Life is short, but sweet for certain

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. 

 

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Corona and Chelsea had a little bff time…Corona was in one of those moods though. 

 

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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. 

 

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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. 

 

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Then we went the the condo in Clearwater and skimmed and swam and stealthily stayed out of trouble

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Then we made many a scene at the Red Lion Pub

 

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It was sweet dreams from there 

 

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Cookout the next day where we made tentative plans to go to Vegas in a few months. 

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It's Memorial Day…

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. 

What I Am

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. 

The Verdict

May 21st, 2009

The auburn stays. At least until it gets boring….

 

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This photo shoot may have been the deciding factor. I love my mac. 

 

Next time I might just chop it all off…

 

Sweet Saturdays

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. 

 

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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

 

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and then Alex picked me little baby roses on the way home

 

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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

Lyrics

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. 

LABYRINTH

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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