Oh and This

My new jam. A song for J Bomb. Even though he hates country.

Marrow By William Elliot Whitmore

Him: Well, I went down to the harbor, oh, to see my baby there.
I went down to see my darlin', oh, and this is what I said to her.
I said, "I love you more than the air in my lungs, let's run away and get hitched.
To be with you 'til the cows come home is my single solitary wish.
Well, I got a little money buried underneath my porch in an old tin coffee can.
It ain't much but it's enough to buy some wine and to the pay the preacher man." Well, she said,
Her: "Hold on, not so fast. You've done me wrong in the past.
How do I know that this is real? How do I know that this will last?
How do I know that this will last?"
Him: Oh I said, "I swear down to the marrow of my bones that I'll never leave your side from now on.
If there's one thing I'm certain of, I'll find a way to prove my love,
and I'll never leave your side from now on." She said,
Her: "Alright, but you better toe the line 'cause my daddy is a mighty good shot
and I know that that head on your shoulders is the only one you got.
So if you want to keep it, I suggest you treat me right
'cause my daddy's got a real short fuse and he's liable to get uptight."
Him: Well I said, "Alright, that's fair enough now let's get on down the road
before your daddy has a chance, has a chance to reload, oh, Lord, has a chance to reload.
Oh, I swear down to the marrow of my bones that I'll never leave your side from now on
and if there's one thing I'm certain of, I'll find a way to prove my love
and I'll never leave your side from now on, from now on."
Both: Well, we had a real shotgon wedding.
Him: I brought the rifle and she brought the shells.
Both: And the townsfolks thought it mighty odd when they heard us shootin' at the wedding bells.
Oh, Lord, we were shooting at the wedding bells.
Now, I swear down to the marrow of my bones that I'll never leave your side from now on.
Him: And if there's one thing I'm certain of, I'll find a way to prove my love.
Both: And I'll never leave your side from now on, and I'll never leave your side from now on.

Ah, Summer. (Growing?)

I am far from a literary genius. In fact, I spelled both of those wrong. Furthermore, I originally put "spelt".

There is a strong chance you will find this blog incredibly boring. Its my head ramblins. Don't be a hater. Or do. Who cares.

Summer. A season I never had any strong feelings about. Days are days, Just some are hot. Last summer I actually feel as if I had a summer. There was untold cooking out, and massive amounts of Budweiser. I was in a wedding. I tanned. I started dating a very pretty boy. I moved out of what was my home for two years.

This last year was rough. I made a job switch. Which, until recently had been very hard for me to keep up. I finally stood up for myself in a toxic relationship and have received a ungodly amount of stress for it. (and one interesting piece of furniture to remember it forever.) I made new friends, And lost none...that I can remember. I also made some pretty big mistakes. Got scared and bailed on the one I loved the (2nd)most. Which in all honesty is normal for me. Whats not normal is that I continued to try. And things seem to be still working out. Again weird for me. I absolutely hate when people talk about how awesome there relationships are. But mine is. Seriously. It started out dramatic and weird, and has turned in to the most stable understanding and loving relationship I've ever had. Shit, that I would ever hope to have. I have never had someone try so hard, but still expect me to try too.

Things are just so much...better. Not where I want them to be, Not where they will be but better. My daughter, is pretty much exactly how I pictured her. She is crazy, sarcastic, wild, and hilarious. AKA me when I was her age. Its heart breaking to think of how fast my time with her is flying by. Even though she tried to hand me a turd a couple nights ago, I love her more than anything.

I believe I started this season off right. I took an excursion (holy shit, spelled that right!) to Louisville with Jessica. Although, I wish I hadn't made an ass out of myself after too many drinks, and ruined the next day with a terrible hangover, It was a blast just to get away and get to know someone a little better. One thing about being domestic and being happy at home is your friendships take a bit of a back seat for a bit. Hopefully, that can start changing again too. I am currently trying to put something together to see some friends I've missed.

Which sets me off to a new train of thought. Music. Well my ever evolving music tastes. Lately its been the likes of Bow Thayer or William Elliot Whitmore (thanks Jessica). I'm feeling....country. I would do damn near anything to be in a place that I could buy some shitty patch of country, miles from other people, build fire pits and go off roading in my crap hole of a Jeep. And learn to play banjo. Because I feel like I will never be a whole person until I do.

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Shit is exciting lately.