A man of such caliber to marry? Look at the talent. The dedication. The obvious lack of anything better to do with his life:
Churches And Their Signs.
I forgot about this until my way home this evening. Yesterday, I drove to the store to get cigs and on my way back I pass a church, whose sign read: “Sunday, April 31st, Children’s Choir.” Then I started laughing. Apparently, this church is the only place in the world in which April has 31 days. It’s at this moment I wished I had a camera. Then, this evening on my way back home, I noticed the sign again. Someone must have explained to these good people that, today, is April 30. Not the 31st. Not to be outdone-I found two of my all time favorite church signs. The people coming up with the catchy phrases need to make sure the sign gives the message they want:
Lyric Sunday.
After extensive searching-and I mean extensive, almost obessive searching, I managed to find the song Tim McGraw and Faith Hill sang on Oprah-and on his NBC special. Thanks to neo, I also found out the song won’t be released until Tim’s new album is released in November. Blah. I’m such an impatient person. Oh, and Mighty Dyckerson, dude,-if you had a friend who knew Tim McGraw who could get me tickets, I would wallpaper my bedroom ceiling with your Mighty Dyck so I could look up in appreciation and awe each and every night. I also have ocean-front property I could sell you, right here in Charleston, West Virginia. Anyway, here are the lyrics to the song. I want this played at my wedding. All I need is a sucker man and I’m all set. If you aren’t a redneck, or, country lover-I doubt you’ll get the lyrics without actually hearing the song.
I Need You (Tim McGraw and Faith Hill)
(Tim) I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath
I wanna ride across West Virginia in the back seat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
And I need you
Like a lighthouse on a coast
Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost
I need you(Faith) I wanna get lost in some corner booth, Cantina Mexico
I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio
I wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin
Make love til the sun comes up, til the sun goes down again
Cause I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
I need you
Like a lighthouse on a coast
Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost
I need you, Oh I need you(Tim) I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you
I need you I need you I need you I need you I nee-ed you
I Know, I Know.
I’ve neglected reading other blogs and commenting lately. I’m sorry. Surprisingly, I don’t have much to say. Stress has taken over-even though I now have a job-it’s going to be 3 weeks before I’m paid. Each day I find myself missing the things I was once able to do/buy-some may say material things don’t matter, however, considering it’s been 2 years since I have actually bought myself something-it becomes depressing. I don’t need anything. The only item I really, really want are tickets to the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill concert-and there is no way in hell that’s going to happen. Unless someone writes their management and begs them to give me tickets. Not that someone will. Stuff like that doesn’t happen to people like me. My mom and I were talking yesterday about selling this house. I told her I had a feeling I would be here for the rest of my life-she asked why. I said, “Because my life isn’t turning out the way I had imagined it would.” Am I whining? Yes and no. Two years ago I could afford to do what I wanted when I wanted. I could afford to pay my mom’s bills and my own. I could get out in the world without having to worry about paying for gas. Now, I sit. I surf. Day in and day out. Sometimes I wish others could take a peek inside my mind and see that I’m a good person, who, for reasons beyond my control, has one hell of a rough time and has had one hell of a rough ride. Waves magic wand for something good to happen
