Scarlett79
With God as my witness
Hello Thursday
Yay the sun is shining and it’s early, way to early to be up. Husband forgot his phone, so yes I had to get up and let him in to get it. At least he didn’t miss the bus so I didn’t have to drive him to the train.
Still getting my bearings back from the road trip and yesterday I got all new windows. So you know how it is when you are walking over workman all day. You get nothing done but the windows look amazing and I love, love, love my home. Like Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home!!!” Now onto redecorating the remaining spaces, Kitchen, Dining and Living Room and the Guest Bedroom ❤ . Hope to have it all done by the holidays. I’ll be posting pics so stay tuned. We were going to move, but we hate moving and we really love where we are right now. It’s simple and easy ❤ So we are staying put ❤ .
Here are somemore pics of our youngest getting married. It was a beautius wedding and she was a stunning bride !!! It definitely was what every mother & father hopes and dreams about for their children. I say, “Thank You,” for the privilege of being Connie’s (Connor’s) mom. He is every parents dream child. Actually they both have been such a blessing (son Matthew/The Best Man) ❤ .
Connie was so touched seeing and feeling the love from his big brother, Matthew. He said to me, “I caught Matthew crying, no way he can deny it now 😉 .” I was pretty much crying through the entire ceremony. Here’s some really great pics ❤ Enjoy ❤
Welcome to our family, Melissa #frainsthename #frainforever ❤ .
I can’t end this post w/o mentioning are friend’s who also made the trip out east with us. These guys are the real deal when it comes to friends. We have been on this journey together, happy times and sad, good and not so good, for 40 years !!! Yes 40 years and as everything is posted now #bestfriendsforever, #wearefamily . We will love you both for the next 40 😉 . Thank you for sharing this special day with us ❤ .
I guess the husband’s didn’t get the memo when the photographer told us let’s take a funny picture, #toocoolforschool…I know, I’m old but I still have a great time, #agreatlife and I love blogging. It’s almost Friday, Y A Y !!! Let’s have a great day ❤ . Oh yes one more thing, the husband painted the, “Happily Ever After” announcement picture that was set up at the Reception Venue ❤ .
Song Lyric Sunday
Back home from a long, long road trip but it was great !!! I’ll save that for tomorrow. Today’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is truck/bus/lorry… Like I said I was just on the road for what seemed like forever and I’m a big fan of trucks. The husband is a great driver, he’s so safe. He gets behind one of those big 18 wheeler’s and basically follows him home. Riding in back of the trucker is the safe haven for us on the road. Here is today’s song…It’s Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler) by Alabama.
This song was going through my head the whole way there and back. It’s a great road tripping tune ❤ and me and the husband sing a lot when we are on the road.
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (Roll on)
He’s up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he’s off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather ’round momma
They ask her when daddy’s comin’ home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he’s gone (Yeah they do)
He taught them this song to sing
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
It rings but it’s not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
For the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news they’d call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin’
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on
Thinkin’ nothing but the worst is comin’
With the ringin’ of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin’ her if she had been singin’ the song, singin’
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Song Lyric Sunday
Happy Song Lyric Sunday blogger’s. The weekends fly by as they always do and today’s just about the last day of September. Today also is the husband’s Bday…Happy Birthday Husband. Sorry I digress…back to Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is “Train Songs.”
This is a great one since I come from a long line of railroader’s (is that even a word 😉 ) My dad had a career with the Illinois Central Gulf Railroad in Chicago where he retired from, RIP. I worked for the railroad in Chicago for the ICG’s electric line in Randolph Street Station (under the Prudential Building) before my days of a SAHM 🙂 . I was an Administrative Assistant to the Chief of the Electrical Engineer. Best boss I ever had, again RIP !!!!
This was the first song I thought of when I saw the prompt. When me and the husband were dating and he was in college at Northwestern University in Evanston we saw Steve Goodman live in concert (gone too soon). This is a song he wrote. I remember my dad singing this song too. Always loved to listen to dad when he sang ❤ .
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin’ trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Don’t you know me I’m your native son
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score
Won’t you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steam
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Don’t you know me I’m your native son
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues
Don’t you know me I’m your native son
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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