Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Life of the Boots
The Life of the Boots
Well, I got these boots. I put 'em on. They fit just perfectly. They still would but they're a little broken right now because the soles have sort of come off, half-way. I had 'em a long time and they still fit me. I got 'em when I was 5 so those are some pretty good boots. I went to my friend, Jasper's house, and then when I came home, I couldn't make the step without getting cow manure on everything so that is why you shouldn't always go in the cow pen. And to this day, I can still always see 'em. That's the life of my boots.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Round Robin - Shoes
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Fun Monday - Hell's Bells
Grandma signed me up for Fun Monday. My mom is hosting. This is what Mom wants:
Music plays a vital role in most of our lives. It is everywhere. I want to hear the ONE song that is you. The song that whenever it is heard, you smile. I am not looking for the soundtrack of your life, just that one song. Your friends hear it and think of you. You can post the video, the lyrics, the wav file. However you want to post it is great.
This is Carlo's grandma typing. I asked Carlo what song he thought he was and he said "anything by Rob Zombie or else "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC. Yeah. I asked him why and he said becuase that's what his Dad likes. So in honor of Carlo's dad, I present:
Artist/Band: Atkins Rodney
Lyrics for Song: Watching You
Lyrics for Album: If You're Going Through Hell
Drivin’ through town just my boy and me
With a “Happy Meal” in his booster seat
Knowin’ that he couldn’t have the toy ‘til his nuggets were gone.
A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath.
His fries went a flyin’, and his orange drink covered his lap
Well, then my four year old said a four letter word
It started with “S” and I was concerned
So I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to talk like that?”
Chorus:
He said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad
I want to do everything you do.
So I’ve been watching you.
We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said, “Lord, please help me help my stupid self.”
Just this side of bedtime later that night
Turnin’ on my son’s Scooby-doo nightlight.
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees.
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
Spoke to God like he was talkin’ to a friend.
And I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to pray like that?”
Chorus:
He said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We like fixin’ things and holding moma’s hand
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad.
I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you.
With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug.
Said, “My little bear is growin’ up.”A
nd he said, “But when I’m big I’ll still know what to do.”
Chorus:
'cause I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
By then I’ll be strong as superman
We’ll be just alike, hey, won’t we dad
When I can do everything you do.
‘cause I’ve been watchin’ you.
hey
yea
huh huh