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Office Work, Part Deux: Professional Mayhen

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Or maybe you don't listen to country?

I am not a country fan much at all, but I do like the Zac Brown Band. Little bit of Southern rock and reggae in some of their music.

That would be the problem. I do not listen to country at all. Listened to Motorhead driving into work today.

Our six year old had Linkin Park crankin' when I got in the car this morning.
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That would be the problem. I do not listen to country at all. Listened to Motorhead driving into work today.

Our six year old had Linkin Park crankin' when I got in the car this morning.
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DS was listening to rob zombie and kid rock - early kid rock - at 4. Now he's 16 and is a HUGE Disturbed fan
 
You know, I think my brother just might be male!

This would be funnier if my daughter hadn't decided she wants to be a boy....




I'll refrain from posting any songs that make me cry. And I'm not listening to ya'll's. I've already had my cry today.
 
Two songs that remind me best........


I'll go, I'll go to my grave
To my grave lovin' you (lovin' you) lovin' you
I'd give, I'd give all I've saved
I've saved lovin' you (lovin' you) lovin' you
& should, & should I live again
Even then, it won't end
For I'll go, I'll go to my grave
To my grave lovin' you (lovin' you) lovin' you

Oh to take his place forever
There's nothin' I wouldn't give
I'd prove to you daily what a man really is

I'll lay, I'll lay down my life
Down my life lovin' you (lovin' you) lovin' you
I'd work, I'd work day & night
Day & night lovin' you (lovin' you)
lovin' you, lovin' you
& when, & when life calls us both above
Honey you'll know that you'd been loved
For I'll go, I'll go to my grave
To my grave lovin' you (lovin' you) lovin' you



He looked down into the brown eyes
And said "Say a prayer for me"
And she threw her arms around him
Whispered "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders coming
He said "This is my last fight,
"If they take me back to Texas,
"They won't take me back alive"

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the Sun
They were praying for the lovers
In the Valley of the Gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smoking in his hand
She said "Father please forgive me,
"I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the Sun
They were praying for the lovers
In the Valley of the Gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

There were seven Spanish angels (at the altar)
At the altar of the Sun (oh I believe)
They were praying for the lovers (yeah they was)
In the Valley of the Gun (well, well, well)

When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared (there was thunder)
There was thunder from the throne (oh yeah)
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
 
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Me too. *Group Hug*

And I often wondered growing up if my brother really was a boy.
 
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I guarantee the Buckcherry song won't make you cry.
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Darn you Batty, now I'm on Youtube and getting nothing done! Nickelback on now...
 
Icky dining room wall has first coat of paint on it.

I was just finishing it up when the DH called and said, "You know, if you are bored today, feel free to throw the sheets down in the hallway and prime that area too." And he was SERIOUS.

Doesn't he know all the heavy work around the house is done when the kids are at daycare? I get 2 days a week to do all the major house cleaning, yard work, AND projects.

Nerd. Prime that sheet yourself Mr. "Fall asleep in front of the TV at 5 pm on a Sunday".
 
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