Monthly Archives: July 2012

Throwback Thursday – Worst Song Lyrics Ever

It’s Throwback Thursday people…enjoy. 

My little man.

 I thought tonight I would jot down a few lyrics I have heard recently that cause me to question the intelligence of the music industry. Not some weird obscure song, but mainstream songs we have all heard. It was hard to narrow it down, but here are the finalists.

1. “Coast to Coast
      L.A. to Chicago “
                   – Sade ‘Smooth Operator’
Hmm…yeah, not quite. Keep going east just a big further.
2. “I don’t like cities, but I like New York
      Other places make me feel like a dork.”
                     – Madonna “I love New York”
Well, it rhymes I suppose.
3. “There were plants , and birds, and rocks, and things..”
                – America ‘Horse With No Name’
Things??? How about coyotes, snakes, sand…I dunno, but things??? No wonder your horse doesn’t have a name.
4. “If I was a sculptor , but then again, no. “
                    – Elton John “Your Song’
I had an Elton John’s Greatest Hits CD in high school. (I will pause while you laugh and
jest at my expense) This song always bothered me. If “no” then why mention it at all.
Just delete the line.
5. “She’s a brick house. She’s the one, the only one built like an amazon.”
                    – The Commodores ‘Brick House’
It’s not only the lyrics I wonder about…but why do white people still dance to this at
6. “I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did…As long as you love me.”
          – Backstreet Boys
Set the standard a bit higher boys. Its lyrics like this that caused me to go to the
NSync concert instead of the Backstreet Boys. Oh, yeah. American Airlines Center in
Dallas. Spring of 2000…I was there.
7. “If I was invisible, I would be the smartest man.”
           – Clay Aiken ‘Invisible’
I’m really trying…no, I don’t get it.
8. “I’m turning Japanese , I think I’m turning Japanese, I really think so.”
                      -The Vapors ‘Turning Japanese’
No, no you’re not. You aren’t turning Japanese. Stop saying it.
9. “MmmBop. Bop. Bop. MmmBop. Dibby Dop Dop. MmmBop…”
              -Hanson ‘MmmBop”
If you can pronounce the lyrics of a song without needing any teeth, it’s probably not
the best idea.
10. “Your lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left side brains…”
– Train ‘Hey Soul Sister’
I don’t actually hate this song, but left side brains… you lost me there.
Okay, this is my top ten list. Which ones did I miss? Let me know in the comments.

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I Used To Be Interesting

Just readin my paper in the middle of nowhere 

I used to be interesting. I used to think all my stories were funny and all my experiences unmatched. Until I met you. Really, all of you are amazing people. I hear your stories about how you grow your own food and am challenged. I think it is interesting the way some of you travel around the world for work.
You makeup artists blow me away with your ability to create beauty. You counselors are mind blowing in your ability to lead people through their experiences. Those of you who can sing & play music just make me plain jealous sometimes. 
You who homeschool kids are fascinating with your organization. You bloggers challenge me with your creative content. You nurses have my admiration as you are able to remember anatomy. 
Really, you are all so interesting. Sometimes I get jealous of your ‘interesting’. I think you are more impressive than I am. 
But then I celebrate. I celebrate that we are different. I celebrate that when we all come together we are one huge mass of awesomeness. I celebrate that God has so much creativity He had to spread it all out among so many people.  
I celebrate you. I celebrate me. I celebrate that we all make life more interesting.


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Runaway Mongolian Cowgirl


I was once a runaway Mongolian cowgirl. Before I start, lets clarify a few things. I am not Mongolian, but I was in Mongolia. Second, I didn’t actually run away, my horse did.

When I was eleven my family moved to Irkutsk, Russia. Yep, I spent my junior high years living in Siberia. For our family vacation one of those years we went to Mongolia. I loved it the moment I saw the mountains out the window of our propeller airplane. It was beautiful and felt strangely like home.

One of our days there we went with some friends out into the most rural of places. Eventually we pull up to a ger ( a ger is a type of portable housing similar to a yurt). The rolling countryside was dotted with white gers and the nomadic families who live in them. Herds of animals were roaming the hills all around.

We visited a family in their ger, ate some very interesting food & absorbed stories of their nomadic lives. Then came the fun part. They were going to let me ride one of their horses. This was fun until I saw the saddle. It was made of wood. An uncomfortable sport just got more uncomfortable.

There were no fences. Just thousands of miles of rolling hills. My incredibly adventurous parents told me to go wherever I wanted , just don’t loose sight of the ger. So I did. I roamed free and it was grand.

The ger where my family was waiting had become just a white speck so I decided to go back. But along the way something happened. I heard a yell from a herd on the next hill over & my horse took off. It soon became evident that the families assist each other in gathering their livestock & this guy needed some help. He recognized the horse I was on and called for us to come help him. Clearly the horse knew the drill and soon I was herding goats with an old Mongolian cowboy. Wish you could have seen his face when a 12 year old American girl showed up instead of the horse’s owner. I would venture to say that this nomadic herdsman had never seen a white girl in person. At least that is what his expression communicated.

I was completely useless. The cowboy kept giving me instructions but I had no clue what he was saying (this was most likely due to a combination of my not speaking Mongolian & his not having many teeth). Thankfully my horse knew what to do. I just sat on him & held on for about 10 minutes while the horse did all the work. Round & round until all the goats were gathered.

How do an old Mongolian cowboy & an adolescent American say goodbye after rounding up goats? Neither of us knew, so there was a very painfully awkward attempt. I bid farewell to my perplexed Mongolian cowboy buddy and rode my horse back to my ger. It was one of the most unusual experiences of my life.

I was thinking about this story the other day & I realized something. I realized that it is how God works. When He asks us to do something, it doesn’t mean go figure out how to do it. I could never have figured out how to herd goats with a stranger in Mongolia. But I was riding on a horse who did.

All we do is hold on to God while He does it. We simply go with Him wherever He takes us. He knows how to do the things He has called us to.

Our job is to go along for the ride.


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