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Say Hello To My Little Friend


There is something really wonderful that happens when your daughter becomes a mother. You get smarter. Really!

For 5 years past their expiration date I heard “If you had just let me go to this party” and “well you should have let me do that instead” and now that Ms. Presley Layne has hit her not-so-terrible two’s, it’s all “I’m so glad you didn’t let me do that” and “how did you know I’d go there?”

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When The Doves Cry


Isn’t it amazing how we connect our lives through music? I’m such a lover of music, and I have such an eclectic taste in music and there are a thousand songs that help me remember the stories of my life. I think the first song I remember loving was “he’s just a Coca-Cola Cowboy, with an Eastwood smile and Robert Redford hair…” I was about 2 or 3 years old when I ran around the house singing that. It reminded me of my Daddy, who was driving a Coke truck while going to the Fire Academy. “Jeremiah was a bullfrog- was a good friend of mine,” that was my anthem! You lose most of the day-to-day memories of childhood, but those stick with me, maybe because they’re attached to a melody.

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Wrong Number


The other day I got a call. The guys says “hey I’m from the cable company, and someone will be there around 4 to repair your service.” Of course, I have the number of my cable company programmed to my phone- how else could I avoid answering when my bill is late? So I knew this guy was up to something and I said “what cable company?” “The cable company ma’am, didn’t you request that we come install a family filter on your cable box?” Let me guess, you want my credit card pin, my PayPal password, and the social security number of my first born… Nice try buddy! I thought his timing was pretty ironic considering YouTube’s announcement that they are launching “Safety Mode” to the public. Many schools and businesses have already been using this feature for quite some time. It’s not flawless, but it does help block a great deal of the inappropriate material from being played. Of course my little hacker wasn’t happy. “What’s your YouTube password?” He asked me the very next day. “Why do you need it?” I replied. “So I can play the songs on my playlist!” Read the rest of this entry

Mix of the Day


I’m really lucky that my children indulge me from time to time and throw some of my songs into the YouTube mix of the day. Music is a big part of our lives. We love all different kinds. If you show up at our house you might hear anything from Kid Rock and Buck Cherry to Miranda Lambert and Johnny Cash, there’s no genre bias. If it’s good, we’re listening! Dancing around on the floor to some cranked up bass lines is a familiar sight in our living room!

When Blondie was little, she used to fight her Daddy for the microphone in our karaoke battles. She won, hands down! He’s still pouting about it.

Typically we crank up the computer, which has a better sound system than our TV, and the kids take turns surfing the videos.

The other day Tucker clicked on Paul Revere by none other than the Beastie Boys! “I can’t believe he died, he was so young!” I exclaimed. “How’d he die?” Tucker asked.”Cancer…”

“Did he smoke?”
(I’m no insinuating that he died from smoking, this is just kid thought process here.)

“To tell the truth, I don’t really know.”

“He probably did. Back in the old days they thought it was cool to do that!”

Yeah, the old days, I guess that song was cool in the old days too! I guess I can take heart in the fact that none of my children seem to think there would ever be a good reason to start smoking.

That’s a good thing! I always wonder what things they will and won’t try to learn on their own. I tried smoking once. For a whole big week. Okay, half a week! When I think about it, it’s pretty sad that in junior high I could walk into Stop N Go and buy cigarettes by simply saying I had graduated the year before! No i.d., no second look at my baby face, just took my dollars and handed me Marlboro Light 100’s that I packed down like a pro.

I smoked a few with my friends, and then started to do it after school. For about 3 days. Then one day, I put my clarinet up to my lips and out came the nastiest hacking cough I had ever heard. Surely a kid with asthmatic tendencies and severe allergies would know better than to puff on a cigarette, but when it came to hanging out with cute boys, I sometimes lost the ability to think clearly. I remember trying to get through our school fight song, hacking and coughing all the way. That day, I made a choice. I picked music. No more smokes for me, never, ever, not of any kind!

Instead, I spent the rest of junior high and high school in both band and choir, surrounded by a bunch of kids who loved music as much as I did. One time at band camp, wait, wrong story…. I remember listening to the boys do their very best Beastie Boy imitations, fighting for their right to party in the lunch line and me, I was Tori Amos in my bedroom belting out “Silent All These Years” and thinking about all the screams that were tragically lost in  paper cups…

Its funny to me just how many songs are attached to my memories, as if the melodies were meant to tell my very own stories. Here’s my Top 10, scratch that, here are the first 10 that popped into my head!

10) And Justice For All : Metallica : I know the mere title gave you the urge to bang your head, but my grandpa gave me an old acoustic guitar and this boy I loved taught me to play that song on it. Later that boy used to have “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with me every day.

9) Youth Gone Wild : Skid Row : The first boy to ever kiss me doodled the lyrics to this song on my notebook, and then my history teacher/ athletics coach was impressed by my deeply profound poetry. Until I told him it was a song… meanwhile my posters of Sebastian Bach had me dreaming of spending my summer with the top rolled down! Wished ever after could be like that

8) Anything by Alabama, Lionel Richie, or Conway Twitty : My mother used to crank up the tunes, on vinyl, and clean house on the weekends with her Potpourri Pots simmering all over the place. I can still hear that Alabama Live Album spinning and the crowd cheering about a 40 hour week as I scrub the baseboards!

7) Nobody : Sylvia : Talk about your early 80’s country songs, this is where I learned all about who’s cheating who, and who’s being true, and who don’t even care anymore! Me and my sisters were the white Supremes whenever that song came on the radio! I still know every word.

6) Purple People Eater : Sheb Wooley : Here’s where my sister and I learned the fantastic craft of prank calling. Caller id ruined the art of prank calls, just ruined it!

5) Coca Cola Cowboy : Mel Tillis : I was 3 years old when this song came out, and my dad was driving a Coca-Cola delivery truck. I learned every word and used to go around singing all about his Eastwood smile and Robert Redford hair. We’ll call this obsession a foreshadow to my Coca-Cola collection! I can’t help it, I just want the world to sing in perfect harmony and then buy them all a coke from my very own coke machine!

4) We Built This City : Starship : I know, it’s hailed as one of the worst ever sell out songs, but I remember when my mom finally got us our very first house- 919 Elton Street if I remember correctly.  It was the house where life was being rebuilt. I used to lay in my tiny little bedroom where every wall was a different color, and use my feet to rock myself to sleep on the waves of my super single water bed while the song whispered out from the clock radio in my bay window.

3) Tom Sawyer : Rush : One of my first ever concert experiences. And by experience, I mean there were no parents along for this ride! It was me, my best friend Kim, and the rest of the details are Top Secret, fully protected by the “We had just turned 18” Clause.

2) Her Man : Gary Alan : In the beginning, my hubby and I almost didn’t make it. He was getting over a marriage gone wrong. We were both pretty young. Too many wild oats needed sowing. Then one day he showed up, I climbed into his 1978 Camaro, this song came on and he said it was for me as he sang every word. I bought it, hook, line, and sinker… it’s still the  ringtone whenever he calls my cellphone.

1) Remember When : Alan Jackson :  Always makes me think of the amazing journey my marriage has been. “Life was changed, disassembled, rearranged! We came together, fell apart, and broke each others hearts… brought back the love, we found trust, vowed to never give it up!”

I find ten more popping into my head so fast, but I promised ten, and only ten, so the rest of my music memories will have to wait for another day. Maybe I will make it a weekly feature here on my blog. Everyone needs a soundtrack for their life! Like Trisha Yearwood says, “The Song Remembers When…”

In fact, I wanna hear your soundtrack. What’s the best music memory you have? What song always takes you back to that moment??

Van Halen died and somebody pooped in the tub…


Back in the days when  my husband picked me up in a Wal-Mart parking lot and stole my heart completely, I thought for sure his obsession with Van Halen would be something he would outgrow. How many countless hours have I spent listening to him calling his bff (yes, boys have bff’s, they just skip the matching bracelets), then his cousin, in the endless debate over Sammy vs. Dave….

Now, if I haven’t told you this already, most of the people in my house are blessed with the gifts of ADD/ADHD. Yes, they are gifts. However, its not always easy to process these gifts, and living with my husband can be a bit like watching David Lee Roth sing “Jump”. There’s only so much of it a girl can take…. 16 years is enough already! I don’t care if Dave puts on a better show. I don’t care if Sammy is more of an artist who writes better songs. I don’t care if Wolfie can really play the bass. I don’t care if this new singer is really an old singer they have resurrected. I’m just glad that in this world of cell phones long distance calling no longer breaks the already broken bank. I can remember the days when I had to teach Sean how to dial 10-10-811 before using long distance so that we could actually afford to pay the bill…. Which was a lot cheaper than the gas he used up a time or two driving to Houston AND back, ON A WORK NIGHT, so that he could see Van Halen LIVE. On one of those expeditions, after spending our hard-earned money on Van Halen tickets and driving to Houston on a Wednesday night, my husband learned that his 19-year-old cousin wasn’t old enough to get into the show. Did this deter him? Of course not. He simply joined the crew out back  unloading the beer trucks, carried in a few cases, and spent his evening rocking out with Sammy Hagar. For weeks, I had to listen to the back and forth phone calls about how he was right there backstage, thanks to a few cases of Miller Lite!

Lucky for me, the Gary Cheron years did not impress hubby, cousin, or bff, so life in the Van Halen lane has been peaceful. UNTIL LAST WEEK! YouTube, oh YouTube, how do you disappoint me? Let me count thy ways? Seriously, do we have to have so many Van Halen videos uploaded? Don’t get me wrong, I am down for some 1980’s hair band rock, just not THESE guys! Can’t we blast some “Welcome to the Jungle” instead? No, it’s all “Hot for Teacher” and “Humans Being”… For two weeks, my husband has come home from work every night to watch them… and last night I learned why… the NEW Van Halen album has been released…

Phone calls have commenced. Ears are bleeding. I’m shouting in the background that Van Halen sucks. The internet slows, he has to wait for the video to load, as if we were on old-fashioned dial-up… I’m secretly wishing I could hack into my own computer right now and create a pop-up on the screen that says “THESE SPEAKERS REFUSE TO PLAY CRAPPY MUSIC!”

Finally, the video loads…. drum roll please… Save yourself and don’t watch, but if you must… http://youtu.be/3WfQ-hV3WtA  Let me warn you first: Van Halen died, or at least their music did… If anything these past-their-prime rockers are good for a laugh, especially when Roth’s lips don’t even match the words that come out of it, something reminiscent of a Bruce Lee movie… But don’t take it from me, a well-known VH-hater, I  have proof. Shortly after I said “really, that’s their new album?? That sucks. Simon Cowell would call that bad karaoke in a run down bar on the bad side of town at best,” I heard him in our room, making the phone calls, “yeah dude, you’re right, it totally sucks,” he said in his best 1980 buddy banter, and then he hollered out “What’s that you said about Simon Cowell?”

“I said Van Halen died, now get off the phone, because somebody pooped in the bath tub, and that’s a Daddy-job!”