Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Umm, Didn't You Get The Memo?

Seriously, I think Mother Nature needs to catch up with the fact that it's suppose to be SPRING! And yet what have we had for the past 3 days?


The heck?!?!?!

No really, I am incredibly ready for the warm weather to show up. It just doesn't seem right to have snow falling from the skies and robins singing at the same time. Yes, I know, we need any and all snow accumulation that we can get after last summer's drought. But it's April people! I want to walk out of the house and breathe in the spring wind that carries the promise of summer on its back. I want to see the daffodils in front of my house actually bloom, rather than hiding in their buds like their doing now, afraid to show themselves lest there be another surprise dump of snow. So Mother Nature...let's make up and be friends, shall we? How about bringing on a little more spring and a little less Winter Wonderland.

On a completely different note, I'm sitting watching Country Music TV because it's 1:30 am and there's absolutely nothing on tv. Brad Paisley's new song, "Letter To Me", just came on and as I listened to the words and watched the music video, I was struck by how I wish I could say all these things to the kids I work with. Remembering myself in high school, I'm sure they wouldn't hear or remember most it, but I wish someone had pulled me aside and told me to not try to grow up to fast. To not sweat the small things, that it wasn't the end of the world and that life is so much bigger than our tiny lives in high school. Then again, maybe someone did try to tell me and I just didn't want to hear it.

"Letter to Me" by Brad Paisley

If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months
And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast, and it's rare.

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if you'll survive*but*
You'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me.

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely
Don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridget
Make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it
That one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It's like *she sees* the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you 'til you shine.

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead
Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead *but*
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this letter to me.

You've got so much *up* ahead
You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life.

I guess I'll see you in the mirror
When you're a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can.

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see.

If I could write a letter to me, to me...

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