Since it’s officially the Christmas season, I pulled out my Christmas CDs and loaded them up in the car. After all, there’s nothing better to get you in the holiday mood than non-stop carols and seasonal songs swirling about your head.
My favorite Christmas CD of all is Amy Grant’s A Christmas Album. The first song is Tennessee Christmas which is just a nice, homey song. The next five songs are where the cool segues occur. The music flows perfectly from Hark! The Herald Angels Sing to Praise the King to Emmanuel to Little Town (of Bethlehem) to Christmas Hymn.
My favorite segue ever is from Emmanuel to Little Town. Totally cool.
Now it occurred to me as I was listening to her sing to me that people who download single songs and/or never buy a CD miss this musical magic. In fact, I wonder if CDs are even produced using segues anymore in this age of iTunes and one-song downloads.
When I was a DJ, one of our rites of passage was mastering the ability to fade out of one song or into another one without it sounding like a train wreck. I doubt that is necessary anymore. Pity. You haven’t lived as a DJ if you haven’t sweated bullets trying to pull that one off.
Another problem with buying single songs rather than CDs is that you might just miss a great song that never gets airplay. I’ve bought lots of CDs and have grown to love many songs that I have never heard played on the radio.
Try buying a whole CD sometime and see what you’re missing. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
Watching the Iron Bowl for Bama fans today was pure bliss. It started with the awesome flea flicker toss from Trent Richardson to A.J. McCarron. I’m sitting there minding my own business and watching the game, I thought, when I hear DH scream, “FLEA FLICKER!” What? Now I know for sure what that play is!
We went to my sister & brother-in-law’s house to watch the game with them and our sweet niece, and four of the eight grandgirls. Why? Because football games are so much more fun if we have people to yell and scream with instead of being our usual deadhead selves at home alone.
We screamed, yelled, clapped, shouted, and groaned together through the Iron Bowl. The dogs barked “Roll Tide” in agreement. 😀
DH made 7-layer dip & chips for football food, and my sister & BIL offered up chicken fingers, fries, and shrimp.
Back to the game, watching Marquis Maze smile after Auburn’s 18 yard punt was priceless. Trent Richardson powered through and dragged five to ten weaker AU players down the field with him on multiple plays. A few touchdowns and a field goal later, Alabama emerged victorious in this 76th Iron Bowl, 42-14.
Ahhh. Redemption for last year, complete with bragging rights for the next 365 days.
I used to shop on Black Friday on occasion, but at some point in my life I decided that there wasn’t anything I wanted so much that somebody might snatch it out of my hands during the madness. I decided to choose calmness.
Choosing calmness means that I didn’t have to get up at 3 in the morning to go shopping at 4 or 5. It also means that when the retailers decided to back it up to Thanksgiving night this year, I didn’t have to pull an all-nighter like I used to do when studying in college.
It means that I missed the man snatching the Hot Wheels thingy from a short lady’s hands and go skulking off with it. What kind of low-down loser does that?
It means that I missed seeing women scrapping with each other trying to get the object of their desire.
It means that I missed watching people rushing the pallets at 9:51 instead of waiting until 10:00 at Wally World like they were supposed to. And BTW, DH went there at lunch today, and there were still pallets full of the bargains. Go figure. I asked him why he didn’t buy it since it was there, and he said, “What do I need with that crap?” Wise, wise man.
It means I missed the woman clearing the path for herself using pepper spray. You must be kidding me! Checkthisout
Another Thanksgiving is done. The turkey has been smoked and eaten. It was moist and divine. The green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, English peas, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, and rolls are put away for yummy leftovers tomorrow.
Coma inducing pecan pie and pumpkin pie are expanding bellies.
But the star of the show was the dressing.
Oh my goodness. That right there is some eye-rolling awesomeness.