A dedication:

Today, my father returned home and requested my mother locate and print lyrics to a song. He explained: Twice, in the last 2 months, he has driven Joel to the hospital. Both times, the same song played on the car radio. Both times, Joel turned the song up and asked Dad to listen to the words. Both times, Dad was distracted... stressed, upset, tired and (I'm sure) convinced Joel was confused or disoriented.
This morning, the same song played once again, while Dad was alone in his vehicle. He turned up the volume and listened, as Joel had asked him twice before.

The song,
was "Unwell" by Matchbox 20.

After hearing the lyrics, Dad realized Joel was trying to tell him something. As you can imagine, Dad is devastated to learn he did not 'hear' his child. After mom told me this story, I was very moved and asked to print the lyrics on my blog.

Except printing the lyrics, would not give this moment the significance it deserves. I spent this evening creating this video, as a dedication to my brother.

Joel-
We are all listening.
I am sorry, you had to ask twice.

Breaking News...!

Coach and One have decided to start a band.

Neither can play a musical instrument.
Neither can sing especially well.
Neither have musical friends.

Their reasons are:

1. They know the lyrics to 'a bunch of songs'.

2. They are confident they can handle the groupies.

3. They feel they were destined to be Rock Stars.

Current info on Tour Dates, to follow.
Do not submit your name for back-up dancer.
They intend to do their own choreography.


I'm through with standing in line
to the clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

A flower, for you....

To all my ladies.
My friends.
My sisters.
My relatives.
Every female follower.

I dedicate this to you:

Be.....:
beautiful, special, unique, strong, daring
amusing, brilliant, significant, patient
insightful, well read, exciting, gratified
curious, serene, engaging

Do not....:
surrender, sacrifice, pacify
settle, underestimate, sell, cheat

...yourself, for another.


And never believe, you are NOT....:
worthy, capable, deserving, valuable
desirable, likable, irreplaceable
Enough





Quotes, from two Amazing women:

"Long stem roses are the way to your heart
But he needs to start with your head
Satin sheets are very romantic
What happens when you're not in bed
You deserve the best in life
So if the time isn't right then move on
Second best is never enough
You'll do much better baby on your own"


"Some boys take a beautiful girl,
And hide her away from the rest of the world.
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun."


Happy Thursday, ladies.
Grab a little piece of the world, today.
You deserve it.


Extra Credit, if you can name that song/artist.

Get up, Stand Up...

In retrospect,
maybe,
you should not Propose to someone, just because the mood strikes you.

I mean...

"Just think about it, man" (Big Daddy)

But occasionally, if your heart feels it, in that moment,
you just have to take the leap.
You know, The Jump.

Because, living in a House of Pain, makes me want to
JuMp
aRounD.


Get up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin'
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talkin' junk
Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin'
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin'
Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get down
Jump around, jump around


I think, the offer still stands.

He rocks my world. (uh, the one in the hat.)

Ladies....

This,
is what hard-core looks like.

Soak it in.

(lucky for you, photo is not subject to various copyright laws or infringement penalties. Parties may copy, paste, print, hang on fridge or next to bedside table, use has phone or computer wall-paper...or just plan admire and be green with envy.)

You
are
welcome...


We doin' big pimpin, we spendin' cheese (Check 'em out now )
Big pimpin'
On B.L.A.P.'s
We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.
Check em out now

You know I thug 'em, f* 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Cause I don't f*in' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood
Keep 'em looking good
But I don't f*kin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talking 'bout what's the reasons
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word
Better trust and believe 'em
In a cut where I keep 'em

Edit
Edit
lots more Edit

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE
Check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE

Wake up you sleepy head....

This morning:
The Kid got up and dressed, without calling anyone a name or throwing something at us.
Coco is 9 mos old today and popped another tooth.
Tink was excited to discover we had a brand new container of Hershey's for her 'choket milk, cuz I lobe da choket milk, mum.'

I poured the perfect ratio of milk to cereal and was able to finish the bowl, before the cereal got mushy.
Score.
Coach's facial hair is growing back.
I am headed to yoga.
And the celebrity bloggers just informed me that Kourtney Kardashian broke up with Scott.
Could this morning, be any more fantastic!?


Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

One for the baby book.

My tiny Tink just sang nearly all the words to her first Beatles song. Sure, she can shout out 'I Want to hold Your Hand', sway appropriately to the greatness of 'Hey Jude' and can obviously figure out 'Hello, Good bye'. But to sing most of 'Yellow Submarine'....I nearly cried. Screw being able to use a toilet, this is an accomplishment a parent can really be proud of.

As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine

Lovin those lyrics, category

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock in roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.