Wow...this place has changed A LOT since the last time I was here. I don't have a computer, so I can't update much, and I think it's pretty lame that they put that little stab disguised as a compliment up there to bitch about me not updating. It's just so.....BLOGGY looking. I know I'm totally being resistant to change, but....wow this site looks pretty lame now. Too too fancy.
And seriously, what is there to be said since I know I won't update for who knows how long? Hopefully we'll be getting a computer soon, though...hopefully a lot of things will happen soon. Being poor is pretty crappy sometimes.
And seriously, what is there to be said since I know I won't update for who knows how long? Hopefully we'll be getting a computer soon, though...hopefully a lot of things will happen soon. Being poor is pretty crappy sometimes.
And Emiloo - cool name - just played a set at a fireworks show with a song mentioning Emmy Lou.
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John, 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away; I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun And it's makin' big waves
Daddy's gone, and my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou
So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two; I was wonderin' just what I should do
And the closer they got, the more those feelings grew.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me "Red means run, Son; numbers don't add up to nothin'
But when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye; never stoppin' to wonder why.
Then I saw black and my face splashed in the sky.
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Just think of me as one you never figured
Was gonna fade away so young with so much left undone
Remember me to my Love; I know I'll miss her.
Good luck in you endeavors!