Nothing Left to Lose

Come on and we'll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try, one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go there's nothing left to choose
And here we go there's nothing left to lose

~ Mat Kearney

Thought of the Day

Boys are dumb. Men are dumber. I almost wish homosexuality wasn't a sin, so I could date girls, because at least we understand each other.

Quote of the Day

"So we'll go drinking on Saturday night, and then Monday go shooting?"

"God, we're such rednecks."

The Break-Up Song

Caleb had me listen to this band that he really likes - Hinder. They're pretty good, but all the songs are break-up songs. Good ones. Really good ones, but not ones that I can really jam to in this point in my life. However, I do enjoy some of the lyrics. Such as this gem entitled "Get Stoned."

Lets go home and get stoned/ We could end up makin love instead of misery / Go home and get stoned / Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me (And now the ENTER key isn't registering. Crap.) The rest of the album goes in a similar fashion. The vocal and musical quality is great, and the lyrics are great, just similar subjects. I do really love this line though in "Better Than Me." I really miss your hair in my face / And the way your innocence tastes / And I think you should know this / You deserve much better than me. Oddly, it reminds me of someone. I'll close this post with this song/story that I've heard before, called "Lips of an Angel." Honey why are you calling me so late / It's kinda hard to talk right now / Honey why are you crying is everything okay / I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud / Well, my girl's in the next room / Sometimes I wish she was you / I guess we never really moved on / It's really good to hear your voice saying my name / It sounds so sweet / Coming from the lips of an angel / Hearing those words it makes me weak / And I never wanna say goodbye / But girl you make it hard to be faithful / With the lips of an angel / It's funny that you're calling me tonight / And yes I've dreamt of you too / And does he know you're talking to me / Will it start a fight / No I don't think she has a clue / Well my girl's in the next room / Sometimes I wish she was you / I guess we never really moved on / It's really good to hear your voice saying my name / It sounds so sweet / Coming from the lips of an angel / Hearing those words it makes me weak / And I never wanna say goodbye / But girl you make it hard to be faithful / With the lips of an angel

Old Habits Die Hard

I took a trip down Memory Lane tonight. Caleb drove the Mustang, and we took the night out. Mom and Dad had gone to a cookout, and Squirt and I were going to order pizza. Well, prices changed our minds, and on a spur-of-the-moment, Caleb and I decided to go to Mr Gattis. We walk in, and it's a blast from the past. We had a few good moments of catching up while watching Jimmy Neutron and SpongeBob SquarePants (which we BOTH agreed wasted our time). Caleb wanted to hit up the arcade before we left, so I followed the familiar sounds of the token-devouring time wasted. Almost nothing had changed in the 5 years it had been since I played there. The company had added 2 machines in that time, and had kept all the old ones. Caleb and I found every one we used to play. They replaced 'Area 51' with 'Deer Hunter' but I think that was it. We walked around the little kids and tired parents, just kinda watching the whole scene for about 10 min or so. Caleb played the hunter game, and we cracked up over the graphics. We played 2 competitive games of air hockey, 1-1. We played the free, continuous round of "Dump the Ump" and I handed off our tickets to the kids that were standing closest. Out of pure curiosity, I checked the bank to see if it still held my tickets. The computer still had me on file, and still had all 3200 of my tickets still stored up. Lord above, some things don't change. Caleb got a 400 ticket Frisbee out of his stash of 2798 I think it was. I told two different parents that their kids could have whatever they wanted on me, but they declined. Caleb and I laughed over how many hours and years and birthday parties we spent here. Nothing had changed. The decor was still the same, the games were still the same, even the PRIZES were still the same!!! It felt really good to hang out with my brother in a place where we grew up. Everyone has places where hundreds of memories are stored. Gattiland has mine. Caleb and I walked outside with the Frisbee when we couldn't stand the smell of pizza any longer. I put my purse in the car, and we stood in the empty parking lot of the Plaza and threw the cheap-butt Frisbee around. First time that thing came in contact with the ground, it broke off a 4 inch chunk. So the game quickly became to see who could break off the biggest piece. The game didn't last long, and came to a grand finale when Caleb spiked the 2/3 of the Frisbee that was left on the ground and it shattered into a lot of pieces. We picked it up (it's hard plastic and would damage a car) and chucked it into the trash can. Factored out in time spent earning the tickets multiplied by our wages now, that Frisbee cost $30. And was destroyed in one minute. I realized that Caleb is subtly reminding me of how much fun we have/had as kids/brother and sister. He keeps asking me "when are you moving out?" as if he forgets. Aww, I think my brother will miss me. Maybe just my laptop, but I'm welcome to dream.

1000 Words

Since my parents are out of town, and Alan is asleep, and I don't feel like subjecting anyone else to this torture - I am getting out my words for the day. Today has been a very weird feeling day. I don't know why - it just has. I absolutely hated the outfit I had on at work - the shirt, the belt, the hair, and the breakout of a face. I'm irritated at the fact that I spent all day at the lake yesterday, and didn't get any visible sun out of the whole deal. I think I'll back up to the lake. Man - yesterday was a great day. It was a great day at church, and the lake was fabulous - relaxing, water, friends, clean fun, kids, tubing (my gluteus maximus is THROBBING), sunscreen...ahh, such a great way to spend a day off. But now, my butt is killing me, and my arms and abs are joining them. I did constructive things at work today, which was a good thing. There was visible evidence I did something. And I closed the store, so I got a few more minutes of time. And I was constructive tonight. I cooked myself (yes, cooked) dinner, put the days dishes in the washer, tidied up the kitchen and laundry room (which reminds me, I still have stuff in the dryer), balanced my checkbook, filled out my textbook request form, got my TO DO list together, washed my car, straightened my room, got my bags packed for tom, and got a general hold on myself. Mind you, a general one. Not a very good one, but a general one. So I feel better than I did, and now, looking at the clock, I realize that I need to go to sleep, b/c I have an early day in the morning, and a dog to feed as well. Sleep well, cyberspace.

No meaning, just a good song

This time / This place / Misused / Mistakes / Too long / Too late / Who was I to make you wait / Just one chance / Just one breath / Just in case there's just one left / 'Cause you know, you know, you know / I love you / And I've loved you all along / And I miss you / Been far away for far too long / I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go / Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore / On my knees, I'll ask / Last chance for one last dance / 'Cause with you, I'd withstand / All of hell to hold your hand / I'd give it all / I'd give for us / Give anything but I won't give up / 'Cause you know, you know, you know / I love you / And I've loved you all along / And I miss you / Been far away for far too long / I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go / Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore / So far away (So far away)
Been far away for far too long / So far away (So far away) / Been far away for far too long / But you know, you know, you know / I wanted / I wanted you to stay / 'Cause I needed / I need to hear you say / That I love you / And I've loved you all along / And I forgive you / For being away for far too long
So keep breathing / 'Cause I'm not leaving you any more / Believe it / Hold on to me and never let me go

~Nickelback

Stellar Kart

"Me And Jesus"

When there's nowhere else to turn
All your bridges have been burned
Feels like you've hit rock bottom
Don't give up it's not the end
Open up your heart again
When you feel like no one
Understands where you are

Someone loves you
even when you don't think so
don't you know
you got Me and Jesus
by your side through the fight
you will never be alone
on your own you got me and Jesus

After all that we've been through
Be now you know I've doubted too
But every time my head was in my hands
You said to me
Hold on to what we got
This is worth any cost so
Make the most of life
That's borrowed
Love like there's no tomorrow

Chris Nations

I want to be the flame the tribe dances around.

You Don't Know Me

Today's blog courtesy of Michael Buble.

You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me

No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me

I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you

Afraid and shy
I've let my chance to go by
The chance that you might
Love me, too

You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

You give your hand to me, baby
Then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, no, you'll never ever know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me