The kid's were over here Saturday. They spent the night here, because Hay's was here. Bubby didn't, though.
We took them to church with us Sunday. It was pretty good. Melissa was there this week. Unfortunetly, Autum, and Felicia didn't show-up. I understand why Autum wasn't, but Felicia was acting like she was going to. I hope nothing is wrong. I know her aunt is really sick down south.

GO KASEY! GO KASEY! GO! GO! GO! I was happy to see him win the race yesterday. Poor Carl, though. Thankfully, he's ok though. But man! He hit that wall HARD!

My mom doesn't know I know this. But she's going for a mammogram (sp?) I think this Thursday. She think's she might have breast cancer. But let's not put the cart before the horse. Just pray it's nothing.

My current stuck-in-my-head song is Eric Church - How 'bout You? You can catch the video on CMT.com, I believe...I like it! :-)


I know where I come from:
How 'bout you?
I don't need baggy clothes,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
The scars on my knuckles,
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
An' there's a whole lot more like me:
How 'bout you?

I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top:
How 'bout you?
I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund,
I can dip in to.
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,
About the man who's collar's blue.
But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own:
How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
But that's just me:
How 'bout you?

I still say: "Yes, Ma'am" to my Momma:
How 'bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth.
I cover my heart with my hat,
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
Just like my Daddy taught me:
How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
But that's just me:
Well, how 'bout you?

I like my country rockin':
How 'bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud,
We'll raise the roof.
Yeah, I might just stay all night long.

How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
'Cause, man, I know where I come from:
How 'bout you?