New tunes

There are a ton of songs coming out that I love, including this one from Old Dominion.

Never Be Sorry

We swung our feet off of the edge of the moon
We got that high for a minute
Sometimes forever gets away from you
No matter how hard you grip it

Sorry, the sky fell down
Sorry, I don't know why
All we do is apologize

Oh, but I'll never be sorry for my hands in the pockets of your hoodie
Called you "Sugar" just to make you smile
And I'll never be sorry for the shoes that I bought you in Chicago
We were walking down the Miracle Mile
Oh I, oh I

I'll never be sorry, I'll never be sorry
I'll never be sorry for loving you
I'll never be sorry, I'll never be sorry
I'll never be sorry for loving you

Sometimes two people end up victims of love
It don't work out like you planned it (Oh, no, no, no)
Just 'cause we couldn't get the stars to line up
Don't mean we leave empty-handed

Sorry, the sun came up
Sorry, the second verse
Just wasn't as sweet as the first

Oh, but I'll never be sorry for that night in Santa Barbara
We got locked out of your car in the pouring rain
And I'll never be sorry for missing the party
'Cause the way your body looked in that dress blew me away
Oh I, oh I

I'll never be sorry (I'll never be), I'll never be sorry (I'll never be sorry)
I'll never be sorry for loving you
I'll never be sorry (I'll never be), I'll never be sorry (I'll never be sorry)
I'll never be sorry for loving you

Oh I, oh I

I'll never be sorry, I'll never be sorry
I'll never be sorry, baby
I'll never be sorry, I'll never be sorry
I'll never be sorry for loving you

Yeah, I'll never be sorry for my hands in the pockets of your hoodie
Called you "Sugar" just to make you smile
Yeah, I'll never be sorry for the shoes that I bought you in Chicago
We were walking down the Miracle Mile
Oh I (oh I), oh I (oh I)

I'll never be sorry (I'll never be), I'll never be sorry (I'll never be sorry, baby)
I'll never be sorry for loving you (I'll never be)
I'll never be sorry (I'll never be), I'll never be sorry (I'll never be sorry)
I'll never be sorry for loving you
I'll never be sorry

Thanks?

Really weird medical compliments I've heard in my life:

"That's a beautiful nerve."

"You're a good bleeder."

"I forgot you have the world's tiniest mouth."

"You have good veins."

"You're a really fast bleeder."

I gave blood today. I added the last two compliments to my list of things that I say "Thanks, I think?" to.

Feelings

I do have some feelings for him. They would be frustration, disappointment, and sometimes with the way he behaves, I even hate him a little bit.

-Nashville

Ha!

Motivation

Me, on a Monday night after work: I'm going to whip my house into shape as soon as possible. I'm going to work on ceiling fans, paint cabinets, and finish painting a wall. I'm going to place my house for sale as soon as possible so I can move on to the next phase of my life (another house).

Also me, an hour into my motivation: I think I'm going to take a nap.

Sinner

Friday afternoon tunes today: Sinners Like Me

I was fifteen, my daddy's old man
Caught me half way through my first beer
He laughed so hard when my face turned green
He said "you come from a long line of sinners like me"

Now me and my brother go to see him some times
But he don't have much to say anymore
So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D.
Here's to a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me

My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin' boy
So she had two more just like him
It takes an angel to raise a family
That comes from a long line of sinners like me

Well now maybe who knows one day I'll settle down
Give my dad a grandson of his own
And when the doctor smacks him, he's gonna take a swing
'Cause he'll come from a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me

On the day I die
I know where I'm gonna go
Me and Jesus got that part worked out
I'll wait at those gates till his face I see
And stand in a long line of sinners like me
Yeah, I'll stand in a long line of sinners like me

La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
Here's to way long line of sinners like me
I think I hear the moanin' of sinners like me

Pickle juice.

Text message I tried to send: Pickles looks exhausted.

The message, auto-corrected: Pickles is jaw baskets.

Yes, indeed, she is jaw baskets.

Sustenance

I've had a leaf sitting on my dresser next to my jewelry box for more than half a year now.

I went on a trip to the eastern part of the state last year and grabbed a few leaves. It was in the fall and the leaves were huge, colorful, and unlike anything I had seen around here.

They were beautiful. I used one as a bookmark for a while. Most of the leaves fell apart and I threw them away, but I've kept one leaf, completely in tact and gorgeous, sitting on my dresser.

I went on that fall trip with someone who has since fired me from his life. 

I looked at that leaf every day and wondered what to do with it. It was too beautiful to throw away, yet I didn't want to keep looking at it throughout the day.

It took me a long time to decide to get rid of that leaf.

I thought about it and thought about it.

Something has to come out of that bad relationship, right? I need it to mean something. I need to learn a life lesson so I won't make the same mistake again.

Only, I can't think of a single life lesson I learned from it. It was fun until it wasn't and then it was over. 

That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

I took the leaf out of my house and out to my garden about a week ago. I crumbled it up into a tiny million pieces. I scattered it all around, even in my compost pile.

I felt good about it. There was no crying and no regrets. I made the right choice to get rid of the leaf.

I will work in my garden tonight, more than likely, to make sure something comes out of those million little pieces. From those pieces I will grow tomatoes, lettuce, kohlrabi, cabbage and onions.

Those million little pieces will eventually turn into canned items that will fill my kitchen in the fall and winter months. That means those little pieces of my past will turn into sustenance for the future.

I no longer look at that leaf every day. I don't feel like I need it in my life, and I'm fine with those million little pieces being outside, in the dirt, wind, rain and hail. 

Maybe I did learn something from that relationship. Maybe there are some things that don't deserve to take up space in your house.

(And now I'm crying.)