Well, I got the Internet up at the new digs. I’m not too sure if I like it. The speed doesn’t seem right, by the websites I’m trying to benchmark it. Oh, and I can’t get an outlet near where I want to put the computers.
Oh, in the meantime my phone lost power, my cell phone lost power, and I lost power. Yup. I’m procrastinating. Time to grab more stuff, then go to work till 1 am. Expect the blog to disappear sometime tommarow night.
In the meantime, whilst I was procrastinating, I found some schwanky photos.
My parents, ain’t they cute? I’m sure my siblings will find this to be more proof that I was loved more than they (Well, the truth hurts, I guess). You can also see where I get my strange love of the sideburns.
And the kid in the yellow. That’s not me. That’s some stand in.
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Family.
This is for you.
Lest you all fret as you drive east towards Wyoming.
Oh, and I can’t forget, here’s a photo of the help, Posing for the camera.
I don’t know where I’d be without my friends. Oh, and Family.
I’m off to the store to get some Icy Hot/Bengay Oyh! My back hurts.
I’m hoping I hear something that converts me back to Rock again.
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I had a life changing event last night.
It happened like most life changing events happen. I was over at the local King Soopers. I was perusing the isles of medication. Walking amongst all the brightly colored bottles, boxes, and containers. You see, I’ve been letting my stuble grow. When I ran out of shaving cream, I figured, “Self, why get more shaving cream when self will be moving, and can buy said shaving cream then.” I don’t have a GF to complain about the stuble, so I figured I was set. Until I remembered that the beginning stages of stuble ANNOY ME SO BAD.
I had a few more things to do. I needed some allergy medicine, I needed some muscle relaxant (I’m old, and I’m moving). It was as I was swaying up and down those Isles that it happened.
I turned Country.
Michael has been trying to convert me for years. I have resisted his push successfully, then I am struck down while grocery shopping.
The song 19 Something by Mark Wills came on. I was converted against my will, ya’ll.
I saw Star Wars at least eight times
Had the pac-man pattern memorized
And I’ve seen the stuff they put inside
Stretch Armstrong
I was Roger Staubach back in my back yard
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evil Kinevil stars
On my right arm
Well, I was a kid when Elvis died
And my mama cried
Chorus:
It was 1970-something
In the world that I grew up in
Farrah Faucett hair-do days
Bell bottoms and eight-track tapes
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1970-something
It was the dawning of a new decade
When we got our first microwave
And Dad broke down and finally shaved
Those sideburns off
I took the stickers off of my Rubix cube
Watched MTV all afternoon
My first love was Daisy Duke
In them cut off jeans
A Space Shuttle fell out of the sky
And the whole world cried
Chorus:
It was 1980-something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1980-something
Now I got a mortgage and an SUV
But all this responsibility
Makes me wish sometimes
Sometimes….
Chorus:
It was 1980-something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1980-something
1970-something
He sung about Parachute Pants ya’ll. I ‘ve been looking for Pop & Rock songs that talk about parachute pants, but things look bleak for the rock world.
It looks like it’s time for me to find a cowboy hat, and some Levi’s that are way to tight for my skinny white man legs. Oh, and don’t forget the monster sized cowboy boots.
I’m hoping if I can find some “Shot Through The Heart” to listen to, I might be able to convert back, but I’m not holding out much hope.
Ya’ll come back now, ya hear!
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