S is for Summer and Songs....and Snow

Somebody is about to lose some teeth if it doesn’t stop snowing in Colorado. And I kid you not, come May and it’s still snowing, I am going to have a rage blackout. Every morning I look out of the peephole window that I have in my basement awaiting and in hopes of sunshine and warmth that I have always known April/May to bring. But every morning, the temperature readings almost send me over the edge in tears. Come on 60+ temps!

I want you to know that I've never been high on anything other than life (unless you count the time that I walked to lunch on 4/20 in Boulder, CO and breathed the marijuana air…or the time that I overdosed on pain killers and couldn’t remember where the dishes stayed in the house I had lived in for 12 years at the time), but May 15 may prove to be the most wonderful high of my life (to date)—Seeing Brooke Fraser perform live with Blair Whitley for my birthday.

I only hope to be able to give my children a gift as great as the one that I gave to myself when I purchased those tickets.

This summer I have plans to do a lot of laying out/getting tan and seeing as much live music as my little wallet will allow me. I might be eating Ramen noodles, but I am sure as hell seeing Mumford and Sons in concert on June 15. If anyone knows of other Denver concerts that are going to be all the rage, please send that information my way. Bonnaroo would be the icing on the cake, but once again the full time job cramps my style. Also I would like to mention Alexi Murdoch here, and tell you that he has absolutely captured my affection. Or better, re-captured my affection. Download. His. Songs.

I have always been one with extreme emotional capabilities, only Becca Feagin could rival me, but I would say that over the last few months I have dipped into something I never thought I would be known as—a crier. My dear mother, Betsy, cries when you even mention the Texas A&M fight song, and I just outright vowed that I would never know that as my reality. But alas, as it stands here are a few things that have made me cry lately:

Hearing the song that I want to play at my wedding (SHOUT OUT Phil Wickham)
Looking through old pictures
Talking about Kanakuk with Blair and Adam
Easter Sunday—He is risen, YALL. (valid cry)
Becca leaving (also valid)
I think I might have teared up at the lyrics to a country song that happenedto be playing in Starbucks the other day….low point.

Its embarrassing. I am well on my way to crying on a daily basis over stupid shiZ and I am not proud.

Anyways to brighten my mood, I made this summer CD full of songs that you should listen to with the windows rolled down on your way to the lake. OH to be at the lake, wakeboarding, without a care in the
world. I would give essentially anything.

She Doesn’t Get It—The Format
Rich Girl—Hall and Oates
Coachella—Brooke Fraser
Sweet Honey—Slightly Stooped
Home—Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Little Secrets—Passion Pit
Summersong—The Decemberists
Ottoman—Vampire Weekend
Send Me on My Way—Rusted Root
I like it—Enrique Iglesias
Rolling in the Deep—Adele
Good Life—One Republic
Never Let you Go--Jackaranda
Love is Magic—Drew Holcomb
Somebody to Love—Justin Bieber
Animal—Neon Trees
Rhythm of Love—Plain White T’s
Lisztomania—Phoenix
Africa—Toto
The Best of What’s Around—DMB

Happy summer, bloggers. It’s sunny today and that’s reason for worship!