Before I get into the madness of another First 5, I need to thank Meredith over at 24 hours for an award she gave me last week. My apologies for the lateness of my gratefulness, but I am truly honored you thought of my little blog to give an award to.
The Super Bowl is in a couple of days as pretty much everyone knows. The game, the pageantry, and the history will all be unfolding before our very eyes play by play. The one thing that almost all will be watching is the commercials. Because, no matter how bad the game is, the commercials will usually be meaningful, interesting, and in the case of most of the following, downright damn funny.
Here is a First 5 List of my favorite Super Bowl Commercials.
5. Clydesdale Interrupted-Bud Light. I truly think that this is the best of an excellent series. It's Cute, funny, thought provoking...okay well maybe not thought provoking, but the rest is true.
4. The Dangers of Equine Gas-Bud Light. I almost peed my pants the first time I saw this one.
3. Terrible Terry Tate, Office Linebacker-Reebok. Almost makes you want to be productive at work, doesn't it?
2. Mean Joe Green-Coke. Geez, I hated him. Well, okay, from a purely football sense, I hated him for what devestation he created through my beloved Cowboys. But, this commercial was simple, but pure greatness.
1. Cat Herders-EDS. I'm not sure that I had ever laughed harder at a commercial. It's still one I can watch again and again. It has everything, amazing graphics of a herd of felines, nostalgia, and it's funny as hell.
Guess, I always wondered why I can't stop drinking Bud Light or coke. That's all from First 5 Central, I hope that you all have a coke and a smile...and that your favorite team wins the Super Bowl. (As long as your favorite team is red and has a bird on the helmet.
----Lane
Programing Note: For you Steeler fans I will have a Tribute Tuesday over an interesting part of your history. Stay tuned.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Ballad of Bud-Bud-Another Prompt of the Mama Kat
Thanks to the coolness of Mama Kat, the rest of us bloggers get to do something we really like....type type tippity type type. Head on over, have some fun and spill your guts.
The prompt I'm choosing today is #1 Tell us about a stray animal you took in.
It's hard to talk about a life. The measure of a living being just doesn't add up as much on paper or virtual slabs of print as they meant to the people who knew them. Plus, there is a part of that being that will never be known...the things and memories that are only truly theirs and no one else's.
Such is the case with a young part Lhasa Apso. It was the very early nineties and I had come home from college to notice that my Dad had taken in a golden retriever named Jed from a citified cousin. Jed enjoyed running around, but the simple fact was he was lonely. The only other dog on the place was a poodle named Chalice. Jed was a great dog with a friendly disposition, but the poodle was a bitch, in more ways than one. Let's just say she had a diva personality that only her family could love.
Well, early one morning a black and white Lhasa Apsoish dog decided to change this. He snuck into the fence and put himself in the backyard with Jed. My dad walked out and looked a little quizzically at the little dog with matted hair with burrs all over him. I know some animal lovers will hate this next statement, but it is important for anyone to understand that my dad does NOT like strays on the place. A strange dog can bring a lot of unexpected problems such as rabies and a bad attitude that is bad for the people, other animals, and the livestock. General procedure is run 'em off or shoot 'em.
But, Jed seemed happy with the new visitor, so dad let the status quo alone. He put out the normal amount of food for Jed and watched as Jed allowed this new dog to eat. There was no threat or growling or anything. So, dad, decided to let this dog be Jed's Buddy...and that was his name...Buddy.
Over the next several months, Buddy and Jed grew in friendship and my dad took out each and everyone of the burrs and now we had three dogs....the inside Diva and the outside compadres. It's always strange, but life has a way of changing a happy situation and the change would be that Jed would finally die. The inside diva, Chalice, was also at an advanced age of 13 with cancer spots all over her body. So, my dad decided that Buddy would be the 'transitional' dog and allowed him to move inside with the inside diva. He went to all the hair appointments Chalice went to. (Did I mention she was a diva that had to have her nails and hair done twice a month?)
The first time, Buddy or Bud-Bud as we had gotten to call him went to hair dresser for himself, they made the mistake of putting a nice red bow on his head. He took care of that nagging problem as planted his face in the mud and walked like a four legged wheelbarrow until the bow detached itself from his noggin...much to my mom's chagrin.
We noticed a lot about Buddy in that time as a house dog that we never knew. For instance he had a deathly fear of thunder and lightening, which makes his time outside and on the lamb more amazing. He also really was scared of us getting mad at some of his dog antics. If he didn't quite make it to the outside before the floodgates left his body, he would whimper and show true remorse. We decided that some one must've left him on the side of the road after abusing him. It was decided that punishment for this dog would be quiet scolding as the rest was considered too harsh for his quiet sensibilities.
In three years of the Bud Bud inside life, Chalice died. She was 16 and the house was slightly distraught. It would've been worse if we didn't have a middle aged black and white replacement who had a tendency to just make you laugh. He wasn't the usual hyper fun dog, but more of a speed bump on the carpet that you might trip over. The dog liked his sleep. His under bite and sad eyes gave you a feeling that he was suffering from a rather large and lengthy hangover. Four years before, he was probably close to getting shot. Now, he was the 'king' of the casa.
As I was in my real adult years, I would visit home and Bud was my dog. He would give me three minutes of pure happiness, tail wagging, head butting joy before retiring for the nap to recuperate from this activity. He would sleep with me whenever dad went to work. He would stay up with me to the whee hours of the morning. Okay, he would sleep on the top of the couch as I would surf the web, IM friends, or watch movies. At one point he fell so dead asleep that he actually fell of the couch between it and the wall. The next night he ran (which was a rarity) and got all the way to the couch...stopped...then backed up and laid on the floor staring accusatory at the couch.
Bud Bud died at home at either a very advanced age or six months older than 9. He started out his life as a dog that was unwanted and abused...he ended up revered and loved even almost a decade after his passing by, not just me, but all that knew him.
For a pet, can there be any better legacy?
The prompt I'm choosing today is #1 Tell us about a stray animal you took in.
It's hard to talk about a life. The measure of a living being just doesn't add up as much on paper or virtual slabs of print as they meant to the people who knew them. Plus, there is a part of that being that will never be known...the things and memories that are only truly theirs and no one else's.
Such is the case with a young part Lhasa Apso. It was the very early nineties and I had come home from college to notice that my Dad had taken in a golden retriever named Jed from a citified cousin. Jed enjoyed running around, but the simple fact was he was lonely. The only other dog on the place was a poodle named Chalice. Jed was a great dog with a friendly disposition, but the poodle was a bitch, in more ways than one. Let's just say she had a diva personality that only her family could love.
Well, early one morning a black and white Lhasa Apsoish dog decided to change this. He snuck into the fence and put himself in the backyard with Jed. My dad walked out and looked a little quizzically at the little dog with matted hair with burrs all over him. I know some animal lovers will hate this next statement, but it is important for anyone to understand that my dad does NOT like strays on the place. A strange dog can bring a lot of unexpected problems such as rabies and a bad attitude that is bad for the people, other animals, and the livestock. General procedure is run 'em off or shoot 'em.
But, Jed seemed happy with the new visitor, so dad let the status quo alone. He put out the normal amount of food for Jed and watched as Jed allowed this new dog to eat. There was no threat or growling or anything. So, dad, decided to let this dog be Jed's Buddy...and that was his name...Buddy.
Over the next several months, Buddy and Jed grew in friendship and my dad took out each and everyone of the burrs and now we had three dogs....the inside Diva and the outside compadres. It's always strange, but life has a way of changing a happy situation and the change would be that Jed would finally die. The inside diva, Chalice, was also at an advanced age of 13 with cancer spots all over her body. So, my dad decided that Buddy would be the 'transitional' dog and allowed him to move inside with the inside diva. He went to all the hair appointments Chalice went to. (Did I mention she was a diva that had to have her nails and hair done twice a month?)
The first time, Buddy or Bud-Bud as we had gotten to call him went to hair dresser for himself, they made the mistake of putting a nice red bow on his head. He took care of that nagging problem as planted his face in the mud and walked like a four legged wheelbarrow until the bow detached itself from his noggin...much to my mom's chagrin.
We noticed a lot about Buddy in that time as a house dog that we never knew. For instance he had a deathly fear of thunder and lightening, which makes his time outside and on the lamb more amazing. He also really was scared of us getting mad at some of his dog antics. If he didn't quite make it to the outside before the floodgates left his body, he would whimper and show true remorse. We decided that some one must've left him on the side of the road after abusing him. It was decided that punishment for this dog would be quiet scolding as the rest was considered too harsh for his quiet sensibilities.
In three years of the Bud Bud inside life, Chalice died. She was 16 and the house was slightly distraught. It would've been worse if we didn't have a middle aged black and white replacement who had a tendency to just make you laugh. He wasn't the usual hyper fun dog, but more of a speed bump on the carpet that you might trip over. The dog liked his sleep. His under bite and sad eyes gave you a feeling that he was suffering from a rather large and lengthy hangover. Four years before, he was probably close to getting shot. Now, he was the 'king' of the casa.
As I was in my real adult years, I would visit home and Bud was my dog. He would give me three minutes of pure happiness, tail wagging, head butting joy before retiring for the nap to recuperate from this activity. He would sleep with me whenever dad went to work. He would stay up with me to the whee hours of the morning. Okay, he would sleep on the top of the couch as I would surf the web, IM friends, or watch movies. At one point he fell so dead asleep that he actually fell of the couch between it and the wall. The next night he ran (which was a rarity) and got all the way to the couch...stopped...then backed up and laid on the floor staring accusatory at the couch.
Bud Bud died at home at either a very advanced age or six months older than 9. He started out his life as a dog that was unwanted and abused...he ended up revered and loved even almost a decade after his passing by, not just me, but all that knew him.
For a pet, can there be any better legacy?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wordful Wednesday- Addsy's Swingin' Into Three!
Monday marked the third year of life for my little girl, Addsy. As you can see, the occassion was celebrated the usual way. A visit to Mop and Pop's house for some cake, pizza, and some swingin' time with her favorite feline, KK; alias Spuds Kitty Kat Fluffy Buckles Barkers Gunderson.She has turned into one of the sweetest little girls I have ever seen. (I know, totally biased opinion, but she is.) She is pretty darn tough as demonstrated by getting hit in the head by a reckless, but shockingly impressive kicked soccer ball from a range of thirty yards. (Sure I posted that already in my Not Me Monday, but it was a sight, folks.)
Happy Birthday, Addsy!!
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Monday, January 26, 2009
Tribute Tuesday-A Super Bowl Edition
Thanks to Wayne, at Wayne's Window to the World, for sponsoring all of this.
The year was 2000. It was about this time and the St. Louis Rams were about to take on the Tennessee Titans for Super Bowl XXXIV in the Super Dome. The Titans were a Cinderella Team. They had just gotten by Buffalo in a Wild Card game with the "Music City Miracle" (Check YOUTUBE for that one) and had gone on the road to defeat Indianapolis and Jacksonville to meet the powerhouse Rams.
It was a story that has played out time and time again on countless arenas, fields, pitches (For you Wayne), and courts. David vs Goliath...the great vs the up and coming....For those that remember that game, it was a classic. The Rams got up 16-0. The Titans came back and tied the game. Then the Rams hit a bomb to go up by seven...on the next Titans drive...time ran out as the Titans receiver reached for the goal line...but fell a yard short.
But, there was another underdog story that was truly Cinderella-like.
Kurt Warner.
As a Cowboys fan, I paid little attention to the Warner story. But, I was aware of it. He came out of training camp the starter, simply because the guy in front of him was injured. His backstory was he was cut by the Packers...got a job bagging groceries for just above minimum wage...and then made the circuit in the AFL and NFL Europe. When Trent Green...the unquestioned starter went down...the Rams were forced to try this rather green (forgive the pun) 29 year old 'rookie'. The Rams won the Super Bowl and then went to the next one where another story was taking place in New England named Tom Brady and the Rams fell.
Then dream turned for Kurt.
For the next several years he dealt with failure..finally getting cut by the Rams. He then was picked up by the Giants where he couldn't win the starting job. Talk of his age began to make the circles. People thought he was afraid to take a hit. Soon he hit what was known as the 'Dregs of the NFL' south of Detroit that is. Arizona took him as a backup.
That's when you know that your career is probably in the rearview mirror. When you can't make the starting line up in an awful organization. As you know now, he made history. He became the ONLY man to take the Cardinals to a Super Bowl.
For that fact alone he should be in the Hall of Fame.
Not Me Monday
Monday arrives again....right on time. Before the first bell rings, it is time to share what I didn't do last week. Thanks again to MckMama for being the originator of all this insanity.
I did NOT pine away for NFL games as the league helps wean us off of football this weekend. I did NOT secretly wish for the XFL or USFL to begin again. I do NOT hope that Kurt Warner has an amazing game next Sunday...because his story is NOT at all interesting, unusual, or inspiring.
I did NOT stay up too late all week last week for little to no reason. As an educator, that is not something that is responsible. I did NOT 'phone in' two lessons this week with little to no preparation. I am always prepared. I do NOT secretly hate the month of January because it is NOT still half a year away from freedom.
I did NOT allow myself to get irritated at Addsy, this week. I would NOT ever do that. She did NOT throw a toy in anger after refusing to follow a directive. Since, I am the calm mature type of dad, I did NOT pick up same toy and throw it two rooms away just to prove my superiority in the skill of throwing.
I did NOT secretively wonder if Itty Bitty will do something that I never did...play in the NFL. I did NOT wince in pain as she ran to give me a hug and.... guys, I do NOT need to finish that sentence do I?
My girls and I did NOT play a game of 'football' in the living room Friday. We did NOT have fun...and both of the them absolutely did NOT take me down.
It is NOT Addsy's birthday today! We did NOT have her birthday party yesterday. We did NOT see all of our loved ones as we did NOT celebrate the third year of her birth. I did NOT realize how little she resembles the baby of 2006 and how much she resembles Sneaky Momma's old first grade class. I also did not, from a range of about twenty five yards, kick a Nerf soccer ball with a majestically curving arc to land directly on said birthday girl's forehead. I also did NOT celebrate the achievement with those all around me after checking on Addsy...who by the way thought it to be funny as hell, too. I did NOT suffer with Sneaky Momma as lack of sleep finally caught up with us last night.
Speaking of Sneaky Momma, she did not work her butt off to make sure the party, cake, etc was spectacular. She did NOT make the coolest/warmest quilt for our dear Addsy.
As for the far away history, I did NOT get way more comments about my fictional 'Green Eggs and Ham' then I truly expected. I really am ashamed, dear Reader(s), that I took a cheap shot at humor by quoting Dr. Seuss. In the future, I will NOT quote some famous book, person, or movie/TV character simply because they used the word NOT in their quote.
By the way, I did NOT inhale.
-----Lane
Friday, January 23, 2009
First 5 Friday-Is There A Song in Your Heart?
Music soothes the savage beast....it calms the soul...feeds the heart....makes you do dumb, impulsive things....it seduces....it causes teenagers to roll the windows down and pump the volume up when you're in traffic together; thus drowning out the sports talk show you're listening to; tempting you to get out and throttle the pimply half man behind you in a car that was bought for him by his parents who have more money in their couch cushions then you make in your whole check for the month.
Wow, was I ranting? I can never tell.
Let's get this train back on the right track. The point is that music can bring you where you want to be, take you back where you once were, and let you remember who you once were. It can make you happy, sad, or nostalgic. Such is the power lyrics and rhythms. This is a double First 5 Friday as we look, just from the list I had as a pimply half man in an '84 Chevy Silverado circa 1988-89 and what they have changed to as a supersized version of that teenage Lane.
First 5 Most Meaningful Songs Pre-1990
5. The Final Countdown-Starship. I was big into sports....okay, I still am. But, I was in the throes of an 0-10 senior season in football, a 3-22 season in basketball, and a disappointing semi finals loss in district in tennis. All in all, it was a disappointing year for the Lanester. The song reminded me that in a lot of ways, this year was counting down. There would be no more high school...yeah!! As I grow older, wiser (well in the same way Bill Murray got wiser in Groundhog's Day...but simply living), I realize that what everyone was telling me about high school was correct. Enjoy it, because it never comes again. Every loss in football, basketball, and tennis, was still enjoyable.
4. The Promise-When in Rome. Shows the total amount of frustration from my 'wild care free days of pre 20'. Most of my good friends were girls who I would've liked to date. But, as I was still in a gawky faze that somewhat continues to this very day, I took the just friend route. It was safer. I was very much a riskless teenager.
3. Don't Close Your Eyes-Keith Whitley. See above. I really would love to show how weak in the 'dating' world I was. I guess the best way to put it is in this paraphrased quote, "Son, you tried and you failed. The lesson is never try,' from Homer Simpson. In my mind the verse, instead of going 'Don't Close your eyes, let it be me'...it would 'Please Close your eyes!! Pretend it's anyone else but just for once let it be me getting some physical attention!!' Desperation was a condition...it was a way of life.
2. Every Rose Has it Thorn-Poison. My first relationship ended....my second relationship...ended. Together they lasted a grand total of 7 weeks..okay, I'm rounding up. "Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways." Turned out that I wasn't in love. Turned out I was in lust. Gee, what a surprise. Still didn't make it easier, but at least it was something. I guess at the advanced age of 19 I finally figured out that what I knew about love was...I really didn't know anything about love. Some sensei might say, "Admitting ignorance in your life is the first step to true wisdom, Grasshopper." Of course, after he would say that, my nineteen year old half man self would knee him in the overly sensitie area. Knowledge does not help a lonely guy.
Ironically enough, the singer of the song, Bret Michaels, doesn't know a damn thing either about love. Another bit of irony is that Bill and Ted believed in their most Bogus journey that this was the meaning of life...'That every rose has its thorn, every night has its dawn, and every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.'
1. Candle in the Wind-Elton John. The first time I heard that song was Christmas Eve, 1987 around 10:30 in the morning. It was the first song I heard after my Grandmother called me as a 17 year old to their bed room. It seems my Grandfather who had cancer for several months had passed on in their bed. He had just turned 84. There was a line in that song "I would've liked to know you, but I was just a kid...your candle burned out long before, your legend ever did." I only knew my grandfather as a child. When I finally was a young man, he was gone. It was a regret that I will always have.
First 5 Most Meaningful Songs 1990-2010
5. Feeling Good Again-Robert Earl Keen. When my wife and I first dated we were both surprised that our favorite singer was the same...REK...and our favorite song was the above one. If ya listen to it...you can't help but just smile a bit. "So, I strolled across ol' Main Street walked down a flight of stairs, stepped into a hall and saw all my friends were there. A neon sign was flashin' welcome come on in....It feels so good feeling good again."
4. Gringo Honeymoon-Robert Earl Keen. At Sneaky Momma's (click if you want to see pictues) and my reception with did a dollar dance to this song. Every time I hear the song I wanna go back to Mexico. "We were drinkin' like, the end was not in sight, and we drank all afternoon. We asked the world to wait, so we could celebrate....A Gringo Honeymoon." That song captured our mood that entire five days.
3. The Dance-Garth Brooks. "And now I'm glad I didn't know, The way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, But I'd have had to miss the dance." In February, 2000, my best friend was diagnosed with non smoker related lung cancer. In late June, he died...and the day after he would've turned 30, we buried him. I'm not sure I could ever explain in words what that moment meant when they played this song during his funeral. I guess some things weren't meant to be explained.
2. Goodnight Moon-Jack Ingram. Both of my kids have fallen asleep to this one. "Goodnight Moon..Good night stars...good night ol' broke down cars..." They both have the book and every time I hear it I think of Addsy and Itty Bitty. Addsy can sing it with me by now...Itty Bitty isn't a huge fan of it...but she allows me to sing it to her...poorly I might add...every so often.
1. When You Say Nothing At All-Keith Whitley. It was the song we chose for our wedding. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all." Even after all that teenage angst I was able to find out what a real, adult relationship was like. Sneaky Momma has been my soul mate from damn near the moment I met her. When she looks at me she speaks volumes...when she smiles at me my soul soars.
I hoped you didn't mind this little First 5 walk down memory lane of where I was and where I'm at now. If you want to hear some of the selections, hit the playlist on the left and enjoy.
-----Lane
Wow, was I ranting? I can never tell.
Let's get this train back on the right track. The point is that music can bring you where you want to be, take you back where you once were, and let you remember who you once were. It can make you happy, sad, or nostalgic. Such is the power lyrics and rhythms. This is a double First 5 Friday as we look, just from the list I had as a pimply half man in an '84 Chevy Silverado circa 1988-89 and what they have changed to as a supersized version of that teenage Lane.
First 5 Most Meaningful Songs Pre-1990
5. The Final Countdown-Starship. I was big into sports....okay, I still am. But, I was in the throes of an 0-10 senior season in football, a 3-22 season in basketball, and a disappointing semi finals loss in district in tennis. All in all, it was a disappointing year for the Lanester. The song reminded me that in a lot of ways, this year was counting down. There would be no more high school...yeah!! As I grow older, wiser (well in the same way Bill Murray got wiser in Groundhog's Day...but simply living), I realize that what everyone was telling me about high school was correct. Enjoy it, because it never comes again. Every loss in football, basketball, and tennis, was still enjoyable.
4. The Promise-When in Rome. Shows the total amount of frustration from my 'wild care free days of pre 20'. Most of my good friends were girls who I would've liked to date. But, as I was still in a gawky faze that somewhat continues to this very day, I took the just friend route. It was safer. I was very much a riskless teenager.
3. Don't Close Your Eyes-Keith Whitley. See above. I really would love to show how weak in the 'dating' world I was. I guess the best way to put it is in this paraphrased quote, "Son, you tried and you failed. The lesson is never try,' from Homer Simpson. In my mind the verse, instead of going 'Don't Close your eyes, let it be me'...it would 'Please Close your eyes!! Pretend it's anyone else but just for once let it be me getting some physical attention!!' Desperation was a condition...it was a way of life.
2. Every Rose Has it Thorn-Poison. My first relationship ended....my second relationship...ended. Together they lasted a grand total of 7 weeks..okay, I'm rounding up. "Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways." Turned out that I wasn't in love. Turned out I was in lust. Gee, what a surprise. Still didn't make it easier, but at least it was something. I guess at the advanced age of 19 I finally figured out that what I knew about love was...I really didn't know anything about love. Some sensei might say, "Admitting ignorance in your life is the first step to true wisdom, Grasshopper." Of course, after he would say that, my nineteen year old half man self would knee him in the overly sensitie area. Knowledge does not help a lonely guy.
Ironically enough, the singer of the song, Bret Michaels, doesn't know a damn thing either about love. Another bit of irony is that Bill and Ted believed in their most Bogus journey that this was the meaning of life...'That every rose has its thorn, every night has its dawn, and every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.'
1. Candle in the Wind-Elton John. The first time I heard that song was Christmas Eve, 1987 around 10:30 in the morning. It was the first song I heard after my Grandmother called me as a 17 year old to their bed room. It seems my Grandfather who had cancer for several months had passed on in their bed. He had just turned 84. There was a line in that song "I would've liked to know you, but I was just a kid...your candle burned out long before, your legend ever did." I only knew my grandfather as a child. When I finally was a young man, he was gone. It was a regret that I will always have.
First 5 Most Meaningful Songs 1990-2010
5. Feeling Good Again-Robert Earl Keen. When my wife and I first dated we were both surprised that our favorite singer was the same...REK...and our favorite song was the above one. If ya listen to it...you can't help but just smile a bit. "So, I strolled across ol' Main Street walked down a flight of stairs, stepped into a hall and saw all my friends were there. A neon sign was flashin' welcome come on in....It feels so good feeling good again."
4. Gringo Honeymoon-Robert Earl Keen. At Sneaky Momma's (click if you want to see pictues) and my reception with did a dollar dance to this song. Every time I hear the song I wanna go back to Mexico. "We were drinkin' like, the end was not in sight, and we drank all afternoon. We asked the world to wait, so we could celebrate....A Gringo Honeymoon." That song captured our mood that entire five days.
3. The Dance-Garth Brooks. "And now I'm glad I didn't know, The way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, But I'd have had to miss the dance." In February, 2000, my best friend was diagnosed with non smoker related lung cancer. In late June, he died...and the day after he would've turned 30, we buried him. I'm not sure I could ever explain in words what that moment meant when they played this song during his funeral. I guess some things weren't meant to be explained.
2. Goodnight Moon-Jack Ingram. Both of my kids have fallen asleep to this one. "Goodnight Moon..Good night stars...good night ol' broke down cars..." They both have the book and every time I hear it I think of Addsy and Itty Bitty. Addsy can sing it with me by now...Itty Bitty isn't a huge fan of it...but she allows me to sing it to her...poorly I might add...every so often.
1. When You Say Nothing At All-Keith Whitley. It was the song we chose for our wedding. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all." Even after all that teenage angst I was able to find out what a real, adult relationship was like. Sneaky Momma has been my soul mate from damn near the moment I met her. When she looks at me she speaks volumes...when she smiles at me my soul soars.
I hoped you didn't mind this little First 5 walk down memory lane of where I was and where I'm at now. If you want to hear some of the selections, hit the playlist on the left and enjoy.
-----Lane
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Prompt from Mama Kat Allows for A Stroll Down Lane's Memory
For the first time, I am participating in the game that Mama's Losin' it has basically sponsored. Check it out folk(s).
The prompt I am choosing deals with a joyous moment that doesn't deal with the birth of a child or my wedding.
I may be cheating on this one, but my joyous moment deals with perhaps the most joyful moment in my life. It was the night Sneaky Momma and I began dating. The backstory was pretty simple. She and I were middle school tennis coaches in the same district.
Well, it so happens we both decided to hit the Texas Tennis Coaches' Convention in New Braunfels, TX in December 2002. Our relationship, at that point it would be a stretch to call it a relationship, was as simple acquaintances..maybe rivals to a certain extent. Well, the Saturday Night festivities occured and as tennis coaches we had a choice. Number one, you could go to the Mixed Doubles tennis tournament or you could begin drinking early to 'prepare' for karoke. My beautiful bride to be chose to play with her high school coach in the tournament. I chose to 'prepare' for the karoke music by downing a couple of beers and watching the tennis from outside my condo room which convienantly enough looked out upon the four clay courts of the facility.
Ironically enough, she was the one playing outside my window. So, I noticed how good she looked in motion and chose to be an interested spectator. Maybe, for the only time in my life, I couldn't tell you if she won or lost. My interest was involved totally in another direction.
I decided to suavely ask her if she wanted to join me for some karoke later. Okay, I asked her if she wanted to listen to others making fools of themselves as we would laugh at them. She accepted. That night we listened to music...some pretty darn good..most exceptionally bad. Then, I decided to use my best line on her. It is the only line I have...so basically, I was going for broke. I asked her, "So, you wanna go outside?" Sure, I didn't realize that the temperature was somewhat lower than freezing at that point. Even if I did, I'm not sure it would've mattered. Like I said, that was all I had.
Fortunately, she said yes. As we walked around the area around NEWKS tennis ranch in New Braunfels, we found one of our cars. I think it was hers...to be honest, my mind was elsewhere. The thing I really remember was that, as always in December, NEWKS was lit up for Christmas. The only sound I heard was the muffled music of the Karoke bar going on. At that point, I leaned in for a kiss....and the relationship was created.
To use a line from a movie that maybe dozens of you have seen, "That kiss belongs in a box, so I can show my grandkids one day. "
If you guess the movie, I'll be shocked.
I hope that you have all enjoyed my walk down memory lane..holdin' hands with my honey and the joyful moment of the first kiss.
Thanks again, Mama Kat, for hosting this activity.
-----Lane
The prompt I am choosing deals with a joyous moment that doesn't deal with the birth of a child or my wedding.
I may be cheating on this one, but my joyous moment deals with perhaps the most joyful moment in my life. It was the night Sneaky Momma and I began dating. The backstory was pretty simple. She and I were middle school tennis coaches in the same district.
Well, it so happens we both decided to hit the Texas Tennis Coaches' Convention in New Braunfels, TX in December 2002. Our relationship, at that point it would be a stretch to call it a relationship, was as simple acquaintances..maybe rivals to a certain extent. Well, the Saturday Night festivities occured and as tennis coaches we had a choice. Number one, you could go to the Mixed Doubles tennis tournament or you could begin drinking early to 'prepare' for karoke. My beautiful bride to be chose to play with her high school coach in the tournament. I chose to 'prepare' for the karoke music by downing a couple of beers and watching the tennis from outside my condo room which convienantly enough looked out upon the four clay courts of the facility.
Ironically enough, she was the one playing outside my window. So, I noticed how good she looked in motion and chose to be an interested spectator. Maybe, for the only time in my life, I couldn't tell you if she won or lost. My interest was involved totally in another direction.
I decided to suavely ask her if she wanted to join me for some karoke later. Okay, I asked her if she wanted to listen to others making fools of themselves as we would laugh at them. She accepted. That night we listened to music...some pretty darn good..most exceptionally bad. Then, I decided to use my best line on her. It is the only line I have...so basically, I was going for broke. I asked her, "So, you wanna go outside?" Sure, I didn't realize that the temperature was somewhat lower than freezing at that point. Even if I did, I'm not sure it would've mattered. Like I said, that was all I had.
Fortunately, she said yes. As we walked around the area around NEWKS tennis ranch in New Braunfels, we found one of our cars. I think it was hers...to be honest, my mind was elsewhere. The thing I really remember was that, as always in December, NEWKS was lit up for Christmas. The only sound I heard was the muffled music of the Karoke bar going on. At that point, I leaned in for a kiss....and the relationship was created.
To use a line from a movie that maybe dozens of you have seen, "That kiss belongs in a box, so I can show my grandkids one day. "
If you guess the movie, I'll be shocked.
I hope that you have all enjoyed my walk down memory lane..holdin' hands with my honey and the joyful moment of the first kiss.
Thanks again, Mama Kat, for hosting this activity.
-----Lane
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