Showing posts with label country music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label country music. Show all posts

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Meet Me In Montana

I have no doubt that my Ke$ha-luvin' followers have never heard this song, much less can name who sang it ...

"Won't you meet me in Montana - I wanna see the mountains in your eyes...
Oh I've had all of this life I can handle - meet me underneath that big Montana sky"
"Meet Me In Montana" - Dan Seals & Marie Osmond, 1985

I was flipping channels on the radio this afternoon and ran across this song on the "Old Country" station.  I hadn't heard that song in 20 years at least.  Pretty cool since I run the Missoula Marathon in two days. (Missoula, Montana ... get it!) 

As for the marathon ... gonna kill it! (Whoa, hold on there Casey!  By "kill", I meant I'm gonna run it really well ... not KILL ONE OF MY CHILDREN!!!  At least 1,048 days in jail is justifiable payment for what you did ... sarcasm!)
...be great today!
(but not you Casey ... I hope every day is really really NOT GREAT for you ... because you killed your baby girl by suffocating her with duct tape, and then stored her body in your car trunk, and then threw her body in a swamp like trash, then went out and partied 4 DAYS LATER, then didn't tell anyone she was "missing" for 30 days, then repeatedly lied to police, then made up a fictional kidnapping nanny, then falsely accused your family of sexual abuse, then made up a ridiculous drowning story, etc, etc, etc ...)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Country Music Makes You Run Fast!



I'm an iPod runner.  Sorry to all of the "you're disgracing the sport of running by listen to music while doing something that's no one else's business" people.  And as many of you know, I listen mostly to hard, angry, blood-pumping, screaming "music" the whole time I trot along.  But I was raised on country and it's really my favorite!

But if you really wanna meet a country music fan, you need look no further than my wife Michael, of Slowly Tri-Ing.  Man, she can't get enough country music.  The yee-haw!  The steel guitar!  The twang!  It's all in her blood.  Why just the other day she was humming her new favorite country song ...

You be my Lou'siana,  I’ll be your Mississippi
You be my little Loretta, I’ll be your Conway Twitty
You be my sugar baby, I’ll be your sweet iced tea
You be my honeysuckle, I’ll be your honey bee


Yeah that girl loves everything country ... mud flaps, shot guns, hound dogs, & Walker Texas Ranger!  Cowgirl Up sweetie!
... be great today! (the contents of this post may not accurately depict Michael's views on country music)