Archive for May 20th, 2008

Inside the Music: Feels Like Home

Paula writes:

This one is called “Feels Like Home” and it is by Chantal Kreviazuk.

This is one of the songs we chose(ok, ok, so I chose this one) for our wedding soundtrack that actually is a mushy love song. I am woman enough to admit that it makes me cry like a little girl.

Somethin’ in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There’s somethin’ in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I’ve been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you’ve done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I’m alright, ’cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I’d love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

I can’t really say anything about this one that the lyrics don’t already say.

Where Joe is, that is my home.

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Another punch in the purse; man status fully achieved

Joe writes:

It’s probably just the way of the world. But our wedding savings took yet another hit this weekend. That sucks, especially when everything was starting to look up.

A little background: Paula and I are paying for the wedding ourselves. We both think the wedding industry involves legal highway robbery, so we’ve been doing what we can to keep things on the cheapies. But that has been tough, because other stuff that sucks away our savings keeps popping up.

We thought that we were going to have to use our economic stimulus checks for Paula’s wrist surgery. No problem: I’d pay for that in a heartbeat. Anything to get her wrist to feel normal, so she can get back on the j’ai alai court. She has mad skills with a sesta. I have the scars to prove it. ANYWAY… when she was able to pay for the up-front costs of the surgery without dipping into that, we were (as the kids say) like, SCORE! We have extra cash, thanks to the lame-brained attempt of our government to spur the economy! Thanks for the wedding gift, George Bush and Nancy Pelosi!

Whoa, got off track there.

ANYWAY… things are looking up. Money in the bank to handle wedding costs. We go shopping for stuff on Friday night. As we were leaving Ruby Tuesday to go get reception stuff, the little battery light on the dashboard comes on. While driving.

Expletive deleted, because my mom reads this.

It’s the alternator. How do I know? Paula is creepy psychic with cars, and she said it was the alternator. She’s not ASE certified, but she oughtta be. The truck sits in the driveway until Sunday morning, when we have to jump it. We go to O’Reilly’s, thinking it’s either the battery or the alternator. We get there, and O’Reilly dude tests it. Battery is bad. Score again, because that’s cheaper to fix! Paula and I install the new battery, and I have O’Reilly dude test it again, just in case. The test shows the alternator is bad, too.

Another expletive deleted.

Long story short, but too late in the post to mean anything: We spent nearly $300 on a new battery and alternator, when we could have been buying reception silverware, margarita makings and a bolt of tulle. (Side note: Did you know tulle has nothing to do with the band Tool? I was bummed, too.)

But the weekend wasn’t a total loss: I became more of a man. In the interest of saving money, I installed the new alternator. Yep. Did it myself, and with the help of two guys at O’Reilly who walked me through it. I am more of a man now. The truck still works, and the “Check Engine” light is off.

Paula channels Modest Mouse:
Battery and alternator got fried on the exactly the same day
Well we’ll float on good news is on the way

And I am not psychic about cars. I have just had more than my share of car trouble. Ok…more than about ten people’s share of car trouble. I learn from experience. Now…if only I could fix the problems myself I’d be in business.

The other day I says to my doctor,”Doc,after my surgery will I be able to play J’ai Alai?”
And he says to me “Not to worry, you’ll be playing in no time!”
So I says “That’s awesome, Doc, because I couldn’t play it before!”

ba dum bum!

Inside the music: Lucky

Paula writes:

The song “Lucky” is by a band called Hoobastank. Goofy name, good song.

I knew
How it felt to be
Another one in need
Of someone to show the way
Until
You saw a part of me
That nobody else could see
And my life hasn’t been the same

You make me feel
Lucky as I can be
You make me feel
Lucky as I can be

Before
I couldn’t get a break
(Couldn’t get a break)
Never had a chance to make
The impressions I want to
But now
It falls right into place
(Falls right into place)
When I get to see your face
Then there’s nothing that I can’t do

You make me feel
Lucky as I can be
You make me feel
Lucky as I can be

No more dark days
Only sun rays
No more hard ways
With you today

You make me feel…

You make me feel
Lucky as I can be
Lucky as I can be
Lucky as I can be

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Even when things are going wrong all around me, being with Joe reminds me of just how lucky I am.


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