I’ve had writers block. The kind caused by huge life events and holidays. NYE 2012, X-mas, the love of your life taking a job literally 1000 miles away.
I’ve had lots to do. Not to mention a new job, that is actually pretty challenging and tiring. 12-hour shifts can be pretty rough when its nonstop the entire time. Down time? Umm, keep dreaming.
I’m being a bit of a complainer. It’s not all bad. I’ve had great preceptors at Loyola, who are legit and real with me, telling me how things “should” be done and how they are “really” done.
I skipped X-mas this year, no shopping for anyone but Mikey, my little brother. We actually went shopping together, on the eve of x-mas eve. The mall was a madhouse, but no other stores were worse than Champs and Footlocker. I guess SWAG is on the top of every kid’s list this year. I got a crash course in Jordan and Addidas wear. Plus who knew creases in your Jordans were such a problem? I bought him crease blockers just in case he got a new pair from his other sister for x-mas. (wink, wink)
I had a lot of fun shopping with Mikey and Hil. It was stress free. He picked out exactly what he wanted, and we went drove home jamming to 80’s tunes. We even saw Tupak Shakur’s car. The point of it all was to spend time with my family, without worrying about if they like their presents or not. I didn’t receive any presents, and how refreshing it was to not lug them all home. Usually I get like 2 crockpots and a stockpile of ornaments.
Even Ryan and I didn’t exchange gifts this year. The first year we bought presents for each other, 3-4 years ago, he got me a playboy lamp and a poster of Chicago’s skyline. I got him a Charger keychain and lots of clothes from the XLT line from OldNavy.com. We were so in love, the bright fresh kind, the hold-your-tounge “I love it!” kind, even though you hate it.
This year we made a promise to spend x-mas and new years on a beach next year. I’d say that’s a present in itself.
I’m about to cry writing this.
He moved to Dallas, that jerk. (Just kidding.) He had the opportunity to stay here, make less money. He asked me if he should. He would have stayed had I said so. So I kept my mouth shut. For a better future for the both of us, I let him go. I pushed him to go. I’ll support him all the while.
I made him this sick CD with songs about Dallas, a personalized breakdown of each song, making references to inside jokes and love. I’m going to see him on the 25th of this month, but that is just too long. I’m aching for him.
Goin’ through the Big D- Mark Chestnut
This was a shoo in! How could I not include this song? When I think of Dallas, this was the first song I though of. And Hilary singing it, LOL. If we did get divorced, you’d get the Jeep, and I’d get the palace… Sorry, that’s just how it is. Lets just never break up.
The Yellow Rose of Texas/The Eyes of Texas- Elvis Presley from the movie Viva Las Vegas
This was the second song I thought of when I heard Texas. There are, of course, a bunch of songs in this movie that make me think of you, since we went to Vegas and all, but this is just fitting for the current trip. “Cus I know I was her first love, and I want to be her last.”
And you are my first true love, darling, adorable, giant, beard man. I’d love you to be my last.
Dallas- Johnny Winter
This is the kind of music I want to go see when I’m down visiting. Bluesy, country music, how can it get any better? We should buy some cowboy hats, boots, and a gun. When in Dallas, do as the Dallas-ians do. “You know that I’m evil, just wanna have some fun. There’s so much shit in Texas, I’m bound to step in some.”
Texas Has a Whorehouse In It – from the musical “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”
Lets go to one. “Bodies close together, arms and legs all rearranged.” “Mean eyed juiced up brillitene honkytonk cowboys. Mixing with green eyed thin lipped hard as nails peroxide blonds.” Loveless copulation…I don’t think so. I love you babe. And would love to copulate with you.
Dallas – Jimmie Dale Gilmore and the Flatlanders.
Have you ever seen Dallas from a DC-9 at night? I will, when I come to see you, scabies.
One of the best songs about Dallas, as found out by a Google search of “best songs about Dallas.” My favorite part of this song is the musical saw they are playing in the background.
Trudy – The Charlie Daniels band
Try not to call me from a Dallas jail please? It will be very hard to get you out. I hope I can pay over the phone. I know you love whiskey and women, but take it easy ok? Don’t let those southern twang accents and giant hair-dos make your dick move.
I hope no one does you wrong in Dallas, like they did to Jimmy. And like he says:
“I’m leaving this town as soon as I can.
Gonna stop off for a while and see my woman”
I hope you come and see and the Baby Doze soon.
People in Dallas got hair – Waylon Jennings
I guess they have hair, and they are kind. He mentions Chicago and says he got beat up. So if you can handle me up here, you will love that southern hospitality down there.
Dallas – Big Geminii
I know how much you love rap babe. You bein’ gansta and all. Turn up that base and try to listen to the whole song please. Just picture my “uppercut” move. Ok? They mention a Spanish girl giving good brain. LOL That’s enough to be the best song ever. “If you want it, come and get it, bitch, you know where I be. I’m out in Dallas”
This Ain’t Dallas – Hank Williams, JR
This Ain’t Dallas, and its definitely not Dynasty, the 80’s soap opera about an oil tycoon about to marry his secretary. His family doesn’t like her, she starts to not like him, and starts to slut around. Sounds like a show our friend Kristin would love to watch. Big hair, lots of money. Same plot as the Real Housewives.
Swing it around – dallas cowboys
These people love their football team. You love rock music. You now must forget your Bears loyalty and take on the Cowboys. Bo Jungles will be happy, he wants you to take him to a game. See if you can guess what he is saying and you might even have some fun.
Texas in my Soul – Willie Nelson
I gotta go! Texas in my Soul! Oh babe, I wanna jimmy-jank around the room with you to this song. The more and more I hear this music, I want you to stay there longer than just a month or so. I want to see a real tumbleweed. I want to line dance and wear ugly boots. And keep ‘em on when we get Texas crazy later. If ya know what I mean….
Dallas – Alan Jackson
Ryan packed his suitcase, drove off in the brand new car, I bought him…
He made leaving me look easy, I wish he made it look a little harder…
I took him out of Platteville, when he was just a boy.
But old Illinois and me couldn’t take Platteville outta him
Oh how I wish Dallas was in Illinois …
Texas Cookin’ – Guy Clark
Food! Oh BBQ, chicken fried steaks, and chili, we gonna eat ‘til we get silly!
I don’t know if I’ll eat a cute ‘lil Armadillo, but if its on the menu, I wont be able to resist.
All my Ex’s live in Texas- George Straight
Please don’t become my ex babe. I’d die if you weren’t my beard man.
She South Dallas Swag- T-Wayne
If ya miss me, and my ghetto side, please play this song, and remember the uppercuts. I’m south Dallas Swag. By the way, lets never go to South Dallas.
By the way I shake it for ‘em, I make ‘em wanna throw some cash.
Dallas – Poco
Dallas Grand Hotel, is actually a mid-century-modern architecture in downtown Dallas. My favorite! I did some research and it stood empty and vacant for a long time, though someone just reopened it, I think. They used to boast 21 inch TV’s when it first opened. Nice.
Bye Bye Dallas – please say that soon, and come home to me