Friday Song

Y'all know what time it is.............

It's football time!!! *does a little dance*

Kentucky (blogland cheers) kicks off Sunday against those scummy Loser-ville Cards...(blogland boos)

So in honor of my dear sweet Kentucky Wildcats, I give you the Fight Song.......

it's ok, feel free to stand at your desk and show your respect as you read and if you find yourself singing out loud that would be fine also. I understand...I did it too.


On, On, U of K

On, on, U of K, we are right for the fight today,
Hold that ball and hit that line;
Ev'ry Wildcat star will shine;
We'll fight, fight, fight, for the blue and white
As we roll to that goal, Varsity,
And we'll kick, pass and run, 'till the battle is won,
And we'll bring home the victory

C-A-T-S

CATS.......CATS.........CATS

Takin' It Back Thursday

*Oldie but a goldie*

Yesterday at work, I’m emailing with a fellow blogger or two and the topic turns to Sex and the City. Basically MX compared a few of us to those girls.

Me: Fine but I’m not being Miranda
Jenn: Me either.
MX: “Duh….I’m Samantha, I don’t have Jenn pegged yet but KJ, you are sooo Charlotte”
Me: I was really hoping for Carrie.
MX: Carrie...sweetie sorry...Charlotte...come on!
Carrie is cynical you don't have a cynical bone in that body of yours...wait til you're 35 then you'll be cynical!
Me: Fine, but I'm not marrying a hairy bald headed man........I already did that and it didn't work out too well for me
MX: It's not about that...You still believe in fairy tales and happy endings...you're tenacious in the belief that there is a PERFECT someone out there...you go girl

Fine, I’ll be Charlotte and wish on stars, wait for that kiss that makes me melt and hope for the fairy tale………as long as I’m not Miranda.




Bringin' it up to the Present........

now that I don't believe in all that, can I be Carrie now???

Timeout

If you don't have anything nice to say..........





don't blog.


See ya' tomorrow.

What is Love?

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong

"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum

"Where love is, no room is too small." - Talmud

"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston

"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." - Nicholas Sparks

"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning

Love is truth
Love is pure joy
Love is giving freely
Love is a free gift
Love is freedom
Love is powerful
Love is amazing
Love is considering and honoring others... their whole being - ideas, beliefs, feelings...
Love is unconditional
Love is awesome
Love is respectful

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Love is or should be unconditional. And thus is giving and selfless, it is a celebration of what is right and what is true

Love is the desire to be intimate both physically and emotionally.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."

Highlights from Saturday

* Tonya and I made it to the Ville without getting lost.

* We had direction issues inside the parking garage. *Aka* we got lost

* Phillip (Frank's Boyfriend) and I decided that nothing is sadder than a 40 something stripper

* Jenn was late.

*Hard Rock has excellent margaritta's.

*Hard Rock does not have excellent staff

*That stupid skank dropped a bowl of salsa on my lap and didn't say sorry.

*Nacho's free due to Jenn complaining about stupid skank.

*LOL @ Nacho's

* If you're going to do 4th Street, get a room........makes the whole experience so much better.

*Never, ever, EVAH degrade a man by the size of his package. You just don't hit below the belt.

*There must have been 20 different bachelorette parties at the bar Saturday.....a couple of them had very cool vibrator's. They were different colors and glowed.

*Nothing is better than a piano bar playing Pussy Control.

*Bucket's of Hurricanes.........always good

Ok, so who has the next Birthday.....I'm ready!!!

Friday Song

I couldn't decide on just one song today in preparation for the weekend so what y'all get is a Friday Mix!!!!

Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Ohh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And their like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,I can teach you,
But I have to charge

She knows she got everything a woman needs to get a man, yeah.
How can she use, the things she use
36-24-36, what a winning hand!
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways, make an old man wish for younger days
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a man to his knees
She's a brick----house

She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Take em' to the chorus

Get your sexy on


Have a great weekend Y'all

Oldie but a .......well it's just an oldie basically

I had this whole post all typed out, saved it to the little draft section in blogger and then this morning I decide eh, not so great....*delete*

Sooooooooo, I went back through some old stuff that I have saved. God did that stuff crack me up. I might have to post them one day a week or something just to give you guys a chuckle. ...Thursday Oldies maybe? I'm rambling........anyway.....here's one from the past, I think this took place sometime in '06?


PLAYA 101

I was going to write about realizing that I'm quite sheltered when it comes to certain things, even though I give the impression that I'm pretty knowledged in some areas, in reality I'm not. Imagine my surprise to admit this.....so that is what I was going to blog about today BUT I went out last night with some very good friends who taught me a few things. That's right people, I took a course last night..... "How To Be a Playa 101"

Of course this topic came up because of the post on my now deleted blog about Playas but last night I got to learn the insides moves and how he actually goes about winning the game. As mush as it pains me to admit this.....he's good. Before I go into some of the details of the night let me get this out of the way because I know you guys are going to ask.....No I did not get laid and no I did not get that kiss........ Also, before I start this, I realize I'm opening myself up here to look stupid....yes, I know this is all a game with you guys and I know you were letting me in on the inside moves.......we discussed this last night.....I'm admitting I fell victim to some of these moves even though I knew what he was doing.........so with that statement here I go...........

If you have two playas together they can work as a team.....Good Playa/Bad Playa........seriously I sat there and listened to them talk game plan.....WTF? "You be the playa that just wants to get laid and after you have offended her, I'll swoop in and be the sensitive playa....BADA BING........SCORE"........EEE, that's right, I said EEE.......
I guess this would only work if one was willing to be the wingman for the night but whatever. Ladies, beware of the double team.....it's out there and if played out correctly, you'll never see it coming.

Another point that this skilled Playa told me was that a true Playa will take his time before pouncing.........ok he didn't use the word pouncing but it works here so go with me on this.........scopes out the room and watches the females. It's all about picking the right one at the right time....watch her interact with her friends, watch if she is smiling and out mingling or being a wallflower.....the guy was pointing out chicks from across the room and saying stuff like, "She feels intimadated by her friends beauty so she stays in the background" So I started watching the situation and you know he was right.......the right guy that ignored her friend but made her feel pretty would have so gotten laid last night.

It's a control thing.....I admit, us women think we have it, we don't have it........not with a skilled guy....you want an example, I'll give you an example even though it makes me look stupid, I'll take one for the team and fess up.

Pool ball rolls on the floor, I walk to pick it up for him and hold out my hand for him to take it.......he's kneeling for some reason and he looks up at me, smirks, and motions with his head for me to place it on the pool table. Um, see that wasn't what I wanted......so I of course said no. We had this little stare off for about 10 seconds and he shrugs and walks away to pee and leaves me standing there holding the damn pool ball. So I stood there drinking my beer until he got back and held out my hand again for him to take it.....asswipe smacks the bottom of my hand, the pool ball goes flying over and lands on the pool table........so he won that mind game. Later on in the evening he told me the whole thing was a control thing and by him acting like he really didn't care and walking off leaving me there still holding the damn ball was the control.

Look eye, always look eye. (karate kid flashback, sorry) He made a point when talking to me, to always look me in the eye......like he really cared. I know, I know, he didn't and I called him out on that but he was teaching so I played along....to the unsuspecting girl she would have thought, "Hey this guy really cares, he's not looking at my boobs but my actual face and he's talking about real topics" Smooth

Listen to her and feel her out.........is she insecure, has she been hurt, is she bitter, is she jaded.......listen and use that to your advantage.

Apparently there are certain areas on the female body that a man can touch and it's sensual but he does it in a way that is so casual the girl is left thinking was that a sexual move or was it really just a casual "move, you're blocking the table" move. The lower back, the hip.......places a gentle but firm hand in one of those areas....firm enough to let you know he is quite capable of controling your hips if needed but gentle enough to make you want more and think what else can he do.......that one placement of the hand on my lowerback to move me out of the way or his hand brushing my hip as he walked around the table honestly made me think, "Wonder what it would feel like if he were leading me to bed?"

The slow dance is essential, it is a powerful moment when done right. Guys you have the capability of making her feel like the only woman in the room during those 3.5 minutes of music. Hold her just right, talk lightly into her ear, while her head is nestled into your shoulder, that hand on her lower back guiding her every movement.....I know you're probably scoping out the rest of the room at this point but to her, she's totally absorbed in the moment of being in this guys arms. Let her have her moment. You never know, it could be the first time in months or years she has been on a dance floor with a guy that made her smile......

Ok, there you have it. Those are the highpoints of the lesson. I was impressed and I can see where all these things would work at certain times if you have surveyed the room and picked the right girl. So to my Playa friend out there.........thank you for a wonderful evening, thank you for the slow dance, thank you for giving me my 3.5 minutes of feeling special and sexy last night.



*that's what I want Saturday night........I want my 3.5 minutes of feeling special and sexy. Look out Louisville*

*and dancing with Jenn doesn't count*

Wednesday Ramblin's and a Meme

I realize I've been in my own world for a week but what the hell happened to the blogger dashboard? Just when I think I get it figured out they change it on me.


I am not computer skilled, in fact I suck at computer stuff.


Going to the Ville this Saturday for Jenn's birthday shindig.......god how I need a good night out.


So I locked myself out of the house on Monday afternoon. Good times.


Somebody come help me unpack...just not this weekend.


When you're finding things to do not to fall asleep
Cause you know she'll be there in your dreams
that's when she's more than a memory


I really have no ramblin's this week, to much stuff on my mind so here's a meme I stole from Miss Understood........



Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Geez, I don't know.......I could have said Jesus if I was born a day earlier.



Where was your first kiss?
Afterschool while in 7th grade....his tongue felt weird



Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?
Nope not that I can recall



Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
Yes but in fairness he hit me first



Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?
Solo? hell no



What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
Absolutely everything



What is your biggest mistake?
Really? Whoever makes these up can't expect me to just list one.....not going to college, not leaving the first time he hit me, not pressing charges when I was forced, not saying how I felt sooner, being to guarded..........sheesh, I don't know



Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Physically...no. Emotionally and mentally ........probably



Say something totally random about yourself.
I can't sleep unless the sheets are unbunched. No dishambled sheets for me and I have to wear socks in the house and so does anyone else. Ick on the feet



Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Yes a 13 year old girl said I remind her of Shannon Elizabeth. I'm flattered but don't see it



Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
Well yeah.



Did you have braces?
Yep


Are you comfortable with your height?
Do I have a choice?



What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?
I guess send flowers



When do you know it's love?
This is a hard one...someone else answer this



Do you speak any other languages?
Well some say southern is another language



Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
Yep



What magazines do you read?
The gossip kinds



Have you ever ridden in a limo?
Yes and my next goal would be to make out in a limo. That's on my list.



Has anyone you were really close to passed away?
Yes



Do you watch MTV?
Sadly, yes and I'm pissed that I missed the Hills Monday night.



What's something that really annoys you?
when people call to get a number and you start to give it to them and they interrupt and tell you to hang on while they get a pen. Dude, if you're calling to get a number have the freakin' pen ready.



What's something you really like?
shopping when I don't have to worry about money.......that happens oh, maybe once a year.



Can you dance?
I like to think I can shake my groove thang, I'll let you know on Monday after Saturday night



What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
a couple of days



Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
no



So….When do you know it's love?
When I know, I'll be sure to get back to y'all on this.

Tag you're it blogland.

Happy Humpin'

Pride

I looked into her eyes and could see the hurt and complete lack of hope. It was gone. There was no faith left when it came to him for her.

"What do you want me to say to him?", she asked. "Am I just supposed to open up to him and tell him what I've been thinking about for the past few months?" "There's no way I can do that"

I paused for a moment because anything I tell her to do could end up being the wrong thing. I know how she feels, I know the hurt and her fears. What to do? Do I tell her to just suck it up and move on, let it go, the chance has past? Or do I tell her to do something I myself would never do? Take a chance and be honest? Sheesh, I hate these situations. You would think at 31 I would know the right thing to advise. Well, I don't.

Hestitantly, I said, "I think you may want to take a chance on this one"

"Are you kidding me? You can't be serious?"

"I'm very serious, what do you have to lose? Pride is holding you back on this one and pride alone, pretend I'm him.... don't think....just say what you feel.......what would you say to him right now, right this very minute...."

She looked at me but wasn't looking at me.....she was remembering as she spoke.......

"I want you to make me feel like you did that night. Do you have any idea how much I needed that night with you? Nobody else has touched me like you did, nobody else has looked at me like you did, nobody else kissed me like that, or gave me chills like you did. I want that back and I want more than a few hours. You made me feel sexy and special and wanted. Not just "wanted" so I could pleasure you but you made me feel wanted in a way that I didn't know existed. I realize I had my chance, I realize that I put up a defense with you but honestly you gave me no choice. You had the ex that you were still getting over and then there was the "promise" you gave to someone else. Was that fair to me? No it wasn't.......so I walked away..and when I came back to you again...tried to have hope again........you told me there was someone new. You never gave me a chance to try with you, yet you blame me. Regardless I want that feeling with you again. You made me tremble with nervousness and passion. I don't want to go the rest of my life without that."

Silence.

I struggled to figure out how to respond, every ounce of me as a woman understands what she is describing and every ounce of me believes she deserves that everyday of her life.

I swallowed and blinked back a tear of emotion for her and gently whispered.........



"Tell him"

Anger vs. Thankfulness

I am angry that he's hurt
I am thankful that it wasn't worse

I am angry that he's scared to play football
I am thankful he doesn't want to play anymore

I am angry that I'm continuing to miss work
I am thankful that I have a job that understands and I have the time to be paid while off

I am angry that I'm still not unpacked
I am thankful I have a beautiful new place

I am angry that he's missing school, last year he had perfect attendance
I am thankful that the school is willing to work with him

I am angry that it is his right hand
I am thankful that it will heal

I am angry at the cost of everything even with insurance
I am thankful I have the insurance

I am angry that it happened
I am thankful for all the wonderful, loving, caring people who sent there well wishes and prayers.

Accident

The first football scrimmage was Tuesday evening. I was sitting on the sidelines with the other mothers, Andrew was off running around with his friends, Brady was out on the field playing his little heart out.

I didn't see the play that caused it but I noticed a child down and coaches panicked. I saw the ex kneeling on the ground beside a child. Still nothing concerned me at this point, the ex is a coach and when a player gets hit too hard they crouch down beside them encouraging them to shake it off and bounce back. This time it was different. Instead of the coaches and I'm including the other teams coaches here......instead of them being relaxed you could see the fear in the faces and their voices as they screamed for ice and for someone to call 911. The mothers started asking what child it was.......I desperately looked across the field for any sign on #81, I knew he had to be there watching and I just couldn't see his number. Then I heard it. The coach yelled, "It's Brady"

Time stopped. I was next to him before I could even think. There was my baby in all his football gear, dirty, sweaty, looking up at me with tears streaming down his face, "Mama it hurts"

Helpless. 6 coaches begged me not to look, tried to keep me back. His dad looked at me and said, "Please don't look at his hand"

It seemed like an eternity before the ambulance arrived. When the paramedics removed the ice from his wrist, I thought every adult there was going to be sick. His wrist was broke badly.

The hospital in town did x-rays and determined it was to bad of a break for them to handle. We were then rushed to the University of Kentucky hospital 30 minutes away by ambulance.

I'll shorten the rest of the story for you. At 2:30 am the er at UK decided to admit him to the children's hospital. This was after two attempts at putting him under to try and set it without admitting him. Failed both times.

Surgery was scheduled for Wednesday at 11 am. The hope was that under general anthestia that they would then be able to set it and if that didn't work they would insert a pin through the skin without having to open him up. Cutting him was something they wanted to avoid.

2 hours into the surgery which was only supposed to be 30-60 minutes the doctor came out and said they were opening him up. The break was worse than they had anticipated and they had no choice. At 3 pm he was finally in recovery with 2 rods inside his little wrist.

We were released yesterday afternoon after 2 days and 2 nights at UK. So in between moving and school starting on Wednesday, my baby was hurt and time stopped.

There is nothing worse than having to watch your child be in pain and know there is nothing you can do to stop it. I wanted to trade places with him more than anything.

He's home, he's in pain, he's uncomfortable, he's out of school for at least another week, and he's very brave.

So that's where I've been. That's the short version, I'll spare you the emotions, the tears, the anger, the love and everything that has taken place since Tuesday at 6.

Hope your week went better than mine.

P.S. Happy Birthday to Jenn tomorrow

Friday Song

I Just Might Be
Lorrie Morgan



I just might be a pleasant dream, that will haunt you for all time
Sometimes peaceful and serene, sometimes tearing at your mind
I just might be that scent of perfume, on that pillow where I use to lay
I just might be the best damn thing, that you ever threw away

I just might be a soft caress, that you wish was still around
Just a little happiness, you were lucky that you found
I just might be that one I love you, that you meant to but just wouldn't say
I just might be the best damn thing that you ever threw away

Do you miss me every morning, is the situation sad
Do you wish that it was different, do you realize just what you had
I might just be a southern breeze, blowing through your tassled hair
Stirring up old memories, of the time when I was there
I might be tugging at your heart strings Everytime you face another day
I just might be the best damn thing that you ever threw away



I might be tugging at your heart strings Everytime you face another day
I just might be the best damn thing that you ever threw away
I just might be the best damn thing that you ever threw away




Alright Y'll, have a good weekend and a good start to next week. I'll be out Monday and Tuesday........see y'll Wednesday hopefully.

Crush

While there are many definitions for the word crush, I'm only interested in one today, puppy love: temporary love of an adolescent.

I realize that you can probably have a crush on someone outside of puberty but my question is are there guidelines as you get older to crushing?

There are for me but I'm betting y'all already assumed that.

I tend to keep my crushes on fantasy situations.....celebrities mainly....those that without a doubt are out of reach. Christian Bale for example. Dr. McDreamy would be another. Matthew Fox........*sigh* I digress. Anywho.......Fantasy crushes.

If I know you and you're in my everyday world, trust me I'll let you know if I'm interested, if I think there could be something there. I don't bother wasting time getting little butterflies in the tummy or all giggly over someone that is in a relationship. Bleck, why bother? To me, that's not a fantasy crush, that's just wasting good butterflies and setting up the scene for a possible broken heart.

Very depressing to waste time crushing on someone that you might have been able to be with if not for that other skank.

Skank is used in the most respectable manner, of course.

*snicker*

So yeah, I do fantasize about those hotties on tv and if I ever met them there would be thousands of butterflies and yeah, I crush over normal guys too but my guidelines for that are that they must be single and available. No butterflies for taken guys.

Wednesday Ramblin's

I missed y'all yesterday. I signed up for this 12 class course at the local college in town, it's sponsored by work. Yesterday was one of the days.

All the talk about the dude having the baby......here's a hint...IT'S NOT A MAN. Sheesh. This story really irks me. Just cause she dresses like a man and wants to be a man doesn't make her a man. So really, what you have, is a chick that married another chick and gave birth while in a tie basically.

I'm moving. There I announced it. That's what I'll be doing this weekend. I hate moving, it stresses me out.

Jenn's birthday is soon. I think we're Louisville bound for the shindig. See ya' there.

A mullet is the type of haircut that is really long in the back (think glorified rat-tail) and short on the sides and in the front. Billy Ray Cyrus had one back in the day.

Nobody should have a mullet now.

So I took Baxter to the dog park last night. He was behaving so well and then it happened. At the last moment, he jumped full body into the biggest mud puddle EVAH. Yeah.....he came out of there dripping wet mud. Needless to say, he went home and into the bath. He did not get a treat.....well at least for the first hour we were home.

Ok kiddies, that's all for today. Happy Humpin'

Mullets and Fringe

It's official, I'm old. No seriously, I am.

We had a girls night Friday and I was all gungho (sp?) about getting my groove back. Started the night at the Mexican resturant for some awesome strawberry margaritta's....excellent btw. This part I enjoyed. It was relaxed, it was fun, it was just a bunch of girls getting drunk. Good times.....but then comes the part of the night when you really have to make a choice and either go home or go to the bar.

We went to the bar.

I just can't do it anymore and I realize it could be just that I have outgrown the bars in this little town. The first one was nothing but a smoke filled, mullet sporting, airbrushed t-shirts with fringe down the sleeves wearing sort of place. Ummm.....we lasted about 2.4 minutes in there. The next bar was better but it just wasn't happening for me. Somewhere over the last few years the fun stopped. The crowd was either late 40's and up or 21 year olds. Eh, not exactly fitting in there either. So I bounced amid a few girls calling me old and that I never stayed out anymore...blah, blah, blah. Yeah well, if I'm not having fun then I'm out.

It was around 11:00ish when I left, I swung by Arby's grabbed me a bite to eat sine of course I didn't eat at the Mexican place, to busy with the strawberry drinks, and headed home. Baxter was very happy to see me and I curled up on the couch in my oversized t-shirt and shared some curly fries with my baby.

That obviously is my scene. Guess I'm stuck somewhere between a giggly 21 year old and toothless 50 year olds with bad fashion sense.

So if you ever want to find me, I'll be the one on the couch.

Hope everyone had a great weekend.

Friday Song

Soak Up the Sun
Sheryl Crow

My friend the communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can't afford his gas
So I'm stuck here watching TV
I don't have digital
I don't have diddly squat
It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've got

I'm gonna soak up the sun
Gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that)
I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking up o I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna soak up the sun

I've got a crummy job
It don't pay near enough
To buy the things it takes
To win me some of your love
Every time I turn around
I'm looking up, you're looking down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
Maybe i am crazy too

I'm gonna soak up the sun
While it's still freeI'm gonna soak up the sun
Before it goes out on me
Don't have no master suite
I'm still the king of me
You have a fancy ride, but babyI'm the one who has the key

Every time I turn around
I'm looking up, you're looking down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
Maybe I am crazy too

I'm gonna soak up the sun
Got my 45 on
So I can rock on.


Have a great weekend Y'all