Happy Belated My Beloved

Holy hell, I’ve neglected my man like something FIERCE.  I tweeted Jonathan on his birthday (August 19th), but I have yet to write him a birthday tribute.  I had guests in town, and they’re not ordinary guests. They’re the Angel sisters.  I’ve lived with Natalie and Ashlyn Angel before, so when they visit, we go right back into roommate mode: make nachos, sing country songs, and watch docudramas about people murdering their loved ones.  Needless to say, I didn’t get a lot of writing done.

I was creative, however.  It’s true that Ashlyn and I made an extremely poor attempt at an original song about Jonathan.  That musical vomit then turned into a parody.  Who doesn’t love a good ole parody?  The girls and I constructed our own rendition of Diggin’ Up Bones by Randy Travis.  It’s not perfect, but we put our hearts and souls into this.

OK, a few notes.  I don’t understand my recent obsession with muscle shirts either.  Also, I am aware that my shirt says my name.  It was a gift.  Ashlyn did a great job but did flub “I’m trying to make some memories, but you won’t play along.”  She put herself out there, and that’s all that matters.  It drives me crazy that I catch myself acting like a teacher.  I feel like this overprotective elder when Ashlyn sings.  Like it’s my baby on stage at her first school musical.  We’re also aware that the lyrics to this song are the same as the other non-song, but as I explained before, this was a product of that brainstorming session.  (However, I must also admit that we made up another song with the same lyrics to Ready to Run by the Dixie Chicks.)

Listen, I know this isn’t a masterpiece.  I know not many people north of the Mason-Dixon Line will even know what in the hell we’re sangin’.  But we couldn’t get this damn song out of our heads for one week straight.  If that’s not an awesome birthday present, then I don’t know what to tell ya.