Wednesday, August 15, 2007
It's like they are speaking to me, man
To my dear friends who remember the 80s and can't get out of them (like me)....
Labels: music video, the 80s
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Making a choice
The new toy
I Heart Drake Bell
Come on .... you all be jealous now
Sucked into the white trash tornado
Seven bottles of beer on the wall...
So really ... what happened
Sell a Cow, Make a Friend
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Dead Fish