Watch me pull this pic slideshow
“Aw… Mom. That never works!”
“Yeah? Let’s try it one more time…”
We hope you like it 😉
Anyone who’s read this blog even a couple of times knows my love for almost all types of music, and my dabbling in several a/v experiments. I was raised on music, think in lyrics, and even sing. In the shower, so no one can claim ear damage. So imagine my face when I found Jen Kehl’s blog and saw that everyone there has the same love for music as I do. Right. Kid and candy store. The blog a great place to visit, go see for yourself. Or better yet, join me and create your own twisted mix tape. Here are the instructions.
On a personal note (no pun) Jen Kehl, I’m aware that it’s no longer Tuesday, but I hope you don’t mind if I tagged along late this time? It seems like so much fun. Your blog rocks (again with the puns, I know)
This twisted mixtape theme centers around those addicted to love, maybe or maybe not stalker-ish, the just can’t let go types. It was fun looking through some of my music and picking out a few. I hope I did this the right way.
Addicted To Love~Robert Palmer
White Liar~Miranda Lambert
Talk about an underwear clencher, what’s worse than
getting found out by a vengeful woman?
They really do make the world’s best detectives/stalkers…
not that I would know personally.
Better Dig Two~The Band Perry
Really, what is it with country songs
and love addiction,stalking and terrorizing?
I still like them which, I know, can be taken wrong~
I just like the music.
This Tornado Loves You~Neko Case
My personal hero, this chick is everything I dreamed of being when
I was younger (except for the crazy tornado in love part)
It’s Me Again Magaret~Ray Stevens
Okay so not exactly love addicted, more like stalker-ish
but it is kind of funny.
If you thought let the redneck guess, you clearly don’t know me. See even if I had elected for that option, I’d be stuck having to explain the tire tracks zig zagging across the yard, like a drunken redneck version of a rodeo. Ones that don’t belong to my car. I just told him that my backdoor man didn’t know when he was coming home and was in a rush to leave. And he didn’t have any chicken. That’s why I’m in trouble. The redneck didn’t find my humor all that funny. Yeah. But his friend sure did.