Wassup Doc?

I know I take advantage of the One Day Late Isn't Too Bad idea with my 2fer Tuesdays a little too often. But look at it this way: I have been posting the 2fer Tuesday for nearly 5 years now! FIVE YEARS! So in the grand scheme of things, how many Tuesdays have I actually missed? I could figure it out, I guess, but I know it isn't that many, so I'm not going to waste any more time. Anyway, I'm actually glad I missed it last night because well, I didn't hear about Doc Watson passing away until this morning and I wouldn't have sent out these classics for you. So long, Doc!

Your Mom

Word to your mother. Selah Sue - Mommy Once a day Your voice is everything I need And all the things you've done Give me power to succeed I felt so many times But you pulled me through But in time I find myself yeah I hope you see that too Cause when I feel scared Sometimes I do And when I feel scared It seems that life is harder than I ever knew Yeah when I feel scared You are the only one Who knows just what to say So here am I to thank you And hey there little girl Wake up and see And take your time to grow Cause that is what you really need And I cried so many times but You pulled me through And I know it sounds cliché yeah But I can't live without you Cause when I feel scared Sometimes I do And when I feel scared It seems that life is harder than I ever knew Yeah when I feel scared You are the only one Who knows just what to say So here am I to thank you So here am I to thank you "Mother" In a packed-in-leather life I was foolish, you were right All night rookies pass the time Looking for somewhere to go Shiny boots are up their thighs [Chorus] Mother in the night Calling you, calling you Mother in the night Where are you, where are you now? Mother’s left the building We’re the missing children Mother in the night Where are you, where are you tonight? Mother, may I stay all night? Lift your curfew like the light Collars turned against the cold I’m looking for someone to hold In your packed-in-leather night [Chorus] Mother in the night Calling you, calling you Mother in the night Where are you, where are you now? Mother’s left the building We’re the missing children Mother in the night Where are you, where are you? Now that I can’t remember I need you more than ever Why can’t we be together always? Mother in the night Mother in the night Mother’s left the building We’re the missing children Mother in the night Where are you, where are you now? Mother in the night Calling you, calling you Mother in the night Where are you, where are you tonight?

Whiskey Burns

So, historic Whiskey Row is on fire.... again? I know that it is probably a huge stress and a life changing event for those involved, so please excuse the irreverence of the post. I'm not really happy about it, but I'm also not all torn up about it either. The Bird Cage Saloon holds no sentimental value for me. I'm more sorry for the owners of the minimart next door. But, anyways, I figured the fire deserved its own 2fer dedication... history and all.

Love and Light

Thinking about love, and all the different things it means and the different forms it takes and the different ways it feels.

Set Apart

I've set apart the next few weeks to pray and stuff. And so the music is along those lines. Its good enough to share with all my friends, though.

RPMs

My sister showed me a thing on the facebook tonight that said to share if you knew what this was. It astounded me to think that there are people who don't know what this is. In fact, her roommate, who is 2 years older than me took one look at it and had not a clue. It didn't make me feel old, though. Maybe I'm just in denial, but it made me feel special.

If you don't know what it is, click here and wikipedia can tell you.

Which brings me to the musical portion of my post. These 45s got lots of play in the Cheney household.

Reckless Excess

My poor little Augie got the hugest cut in his head today. It was so gross. It was deep and bloody and right in his hair, so really hard to get it cleaned up. I had to use liquid bandage, which stung like the dickens and made him cry and scream. It was traumatic. The kind of event that could be a turning point in a boy's life. It could turn him into some kind of destructive, screaming self-indulgent punk. I hope not, though. He is such a sweetheart. But with that thought....

Upbeat .Downbeat

Irresistible Four (So much more than fab)

I've been waiting for ever and ever for Yellow Submarine to be available on DVD, wanting so badly to share it with my kids. But alas, it is not yet so. The other night we were driving home from church, though, and When I'm 64 came on the radio (yes, I listen to oldies radio in my car. Don't judge me, it puts me in a good mood.) and I cranked it up (natch) and Ardara said "Mom, I never thought I would say this, but I think I like the Beatles." Hahaha! I don't know why she never thought she'd say it. I mean, eventually every person on earth has to admit that they like the Beatles. There is that ONE song at LEAST that a person loves. I dare you to prove me wrong. All you have to do in order to prove me wrong is find someone who refuses to admit they like the Beatles and sit them down and make them listen to ALL the Beatles records. And if they still don't hear a song that makes them say "I never thought I would say it, but I like the Beatles!" I will eat my hat.

Love or Hate?

I read a lot. I love books. I also love poetry. I love reading it, writing it, feeling it, hearing it, quoting it. I find it to be one of the sexiest things about me. Literature is a huge part of who I am. So, how do you feel about literary types? Love 'em or hate 'em?