Friday Tunes

This song is the stuff Fridays are made of.  Digging the ’80’s vibe.

Happy Friday, all!


T-Pain, Exit Stage Left

Even when my self-esteem was at its lowest, I’ve always respected myself.  I’ve always demanded respect for myself.  Not as a bitchy girl or woman, but just as someone who had a firm enough handle on reality and a lack of self-loathing.  Because I demanded respect, I always had a handful of great guy friends.  I guess they were drawn to my lack of bullshit drama, and they always protected me like they would their kid sister.  I can’t think of a time when I ever felt threatened in any situation — shifty or otherwise.  I have always dressed modestly and playing “hook up” was never my thing.  I was never good at that whole scene.  Oddly enough, I’ve listened to rap and could-be definitely is raunchy pop since I was a teenager.  I’ve always liked the beat and, until lately, the lyrics made me laugh.

I marvel at girls today just like I did when I was a kid; how they demand to be respected but can shake their ass with the best of ’em to the musical styling’s of T-Pain and Chris Brown, openly offended when guys aren’t lined up playing grab ass.  Too, I’ve made several arguments against these so-called hipster feminists who claim that, “men are pigs,” and “chivalry is dead,” yadda yadda.  Maybe some men are pigs because we’ve allowed it.  Maybe some men are pigs because we’re yelling at them for not opening a door (or for opening a door) all while pulling a Miley and twerking all over God’s creation.  Yeah.  The point trying to be made is pretty much null-and-void.  You can’t have your cake and eat it too, you double standard user, you.

But I’ve veered slightly off track and that is another topic for another day.


I’ve made a personal choice just recently to not only limit but to completely cut off raunchy tunes from my playlists.  Not because I’m personally offended by the lyrics, because I’m not.  I’ve never allowed any guy to call me his bitch or his hoe, and I’ve certainly never twerked (you can all thank me later).  I’ve altered my music choices because I have two small boys in my charge.  Two little guys that I love with every fiber of my being and I’d hate to whip some butts because they disrespect people — women or otherwise.  Of course, I couldn’t very well be angry with them if they’re picking up their wit and charm because of Pitbull blaring from Pandora or Spotify.  I guess that would be what you’d call my issue.  I’m not condemning anyone for listening to secular music.  Swear it.  I still listen to secular artists.  I just don’t listen to the horny ones, is all.  I said earlier in the post that this is a recent development.  By that, I mean yesterday I was blaring Ludacris and Savage in my car.  I finally really listened to some of the lyrics and realized I’d become embarrassed.  The kids weren’t even with me at the time and all I could think was, “Gah.  I don’t want my kids talking to young women this way.”  And so that’s when I made my decision.

When they’re older I won’t be able to control what they watch and hear to a point.  When they’re in my house, there will be mine and Evan’s rules.  I’m not naïve enough to believe that whenever they’re outside of our home that temptation and peer pressure won’t be a problem, though.  Absolutely it will be.  I was a good kid, but I did some boneheaded things outside my parent’s view because I knew I could.  Nothing I’d take to the grave, now.  But then I felt rebellious.  I felt “alive”.  I was dumb, but it happened.  And I’d be ten-fold more stupid if I believed now, as a parent, that my kids will be the picture of perfection outside of the house.  They may not be complete heathens, but they’ll do some dumb shit.  Stuff they better hope to God I never find out and, to be honest, I won’t want to know about.  All I can do is teach ’em the best I can.  And part of our lesson, just like not burping at the table and always remembering our please and thank you’s, is to be respectful of every living thing.  Women, that includes you.

I want my boys to grow up and find respectable, RESPECTFUL, young women; ladies who beam class, modesty, & a quick wit.  Those girls will not be “them bitches and hoes” that are so characterized in popular music.  I don’t want Gabe or Connor finding their spouse because of how low she can drop it.  Both my little guys will learn at a young age how to treat a young lady; lessons they can only be taught from Evan and me.  This is only a personal conviction.  I have plenty of friends who love those tunes and their kids are fantastic.  Their girls respect themselves.  I will say that’s a rarity.  I’ll also say that I’m glad those individuals have taught their kids — both boys and girls — how to respect and be respected.  But it’s rare.  Because I also know too many little ones who shake their collective asses with the skill of a thousand strippers.  And it’s pretty sad.

So call it what you may; silly, what have you.  But there are far too few respectful guys left in the world.  I got a good one after I’d long given up hope.  I’m just trying to do my part the only ways I know how; I just want my little ones to be gentlemen.  I brought them in this world and I’d hate to have to take ’em out for pulling a Chris Brown.

Still Building Back

Still Building Back

IT’S CAVITY SEASON!  You heard right, folks.  Easter’s coming up quickly, and I can already hear the dentists warming up their drills.  Oh, it’s in the air.  🙂  Nah, but for real: Easter’s coming up.  There’s something about Christian-based holidays that bring out the thoughtful in me, so bear with me if you can.  If not, I understand & feel free to amscray.

Probably my most favorite Christian songs of all time is “Build Us Back” (you can hear it on another post here).  It was written for Haiti when the hurricane hit… but I think it rings true for our everyday lives, too.  I think it is also a pretty good tune choice for Easter, as well.  Why, you ask?  First, ask yourself these questions, “Why did He come?  What did He accomplish when He was here?  What is He still doing now?”  Much like the title, He’s building us back… everyday.  Everyday we struggle with something.  Some days feel worse than others.  On those days, what builds us back up?  What gives us a constant strength and resounding peace?  Sure, alcohol may soothe the savage beast for a while.  But when it’s all said & done, don’t you feel like garbage?  More than likely.  Beating the crap out of something may calm your nerves for a moment.  But when you’re staring at a 40 foot hole in your wall, don’t you feel like screaming again?  Unless you’re renovating your home, yes.. you do.  Truth is, whether we want to acknowledge Him or not, He’s the only thing we’ve really got going for us.  He builds us back, from the ground up, every day.

We’ve been crumbled, we’ve been crushed;
City walls have turned to dust.
Broken hands & blistered feet —
We walk for miles to find relief.

When the thief takes, when our hopes cave
You build us back; you build us back.
When the earth shakes, when the world breaks
You build us back; you build us back.

Haven’t we all felt like the walls around us are caving in?  Haven’t there been moments when you don’t feel like you can take another step?  Just when your world is crashing… who always steps in?

We are scared, we are poor
All our safety nets are torn.
We’ve been humbled to our knees
From these ruins, we believe.
When the thief takes, when our hopes cave,
You build us back; you build us back.
You’ve fallen down.  Who picks you up?
Redeemer, redeem us
Restorer, restore us
Oh build us back
Though the mountains be shaken, the hills be removed
Your unfailing love remains
After all that’s been taken, Your promise, still sacred
You build us back with precious stones.
Our Jesus builds us back, time after time.  My favorite line in the song is, “After all that’s been taken, Your promise still sacred.  You build us back with precious stones.”
Chokes me up every time.  I really needed to hear that the other day.  I’m facing some tough stuff.  Things that, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t be so bad… seem unbeatable.  I’m terrified… but I know we’ll be okay.  I know that I’ve got to fall down for Him to pick me back up again.  His promise never fails me.  His promise has gotten me through PPD.  Through school.  Through…. tough stuff.  My Jesus knows this situation like the back of His hand.  He knows yours, too.  So if you’ve fallen down… if you don’t see an end in sight… just wait.  He’ll build you back, too.
So that’s MY Easter song.  Easter is a time of promise and renewed life.  He died for you, and He died for me.  He’s ALIVE!, and He’s still very much here.
If you don’t hear from me before Sunday (we all know you will), have a very happy Easter. 🙂
Love You Forever

Love You Forever

Birthday boy.

Our weekend was pretty uneventful.  I did manage to go have Gabe’s hair cut, though.  His hair is quite possibly the fastest growing hair I’ve ever witnessed.  I just had it cut about 2 weeks ago, if that tells you anything.  After hair cutting we went to Chick-fil-A (Gabe loves their chicken nuggets.  So do I.).  He managed to grab a cup & squeeze it, causing it to explode Diet Coke.  It. Was. EVERYWHERE.  But everything went swimmingly — minus that little fiasco.  We got home pretty early.  Found out that Mr. Gabe likes CCR (who can blame him?).  He danced to “Heard it Through the Grapevine” for quite a while.  After which he banged on his drum for another little while.  I do believe I have a little musician on my hands.  S’ok by me… so long as he gets an education, too.  🙂  I wish I’d have gotten a couple of pictures of him doin’ his thing.  It was pretty funny.  He’s a funny kid, I’ve found.

Oh, I love him.  He makes my heart sing.  And, of course, there are days he makes my heart scream.  Yesterday was not one of those days.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it until he no longer does it: I love it when he looks at me & beams.  I picked him up from daycare yesterday, and he ran-waddled over to me.  He gave me a (very, very wet) kiss & a big ol’ bear hug.  Makes my heart swell. 🙂

Oh, yes.  I love that bad boy.  He managed to rock out of the rocking chair this weekend.  In an attempt to “soothe” him, I sang the Batman song to him.  You know… Nananananananana BATMAN!  It did the trick… and now he sings it all the time.  Nanana.. MEHMEH!  haha… Goofball.  Oh, almost forgot.  His new word of the day for Saturday?  Buttcrack.  Yes, you read that right.  BUTTCRACK.  Sigh.  Part of being a little boy, I s’pose.

mmmm... Brainfreeze!
Gabe's first ICEE.