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Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Have a great V’tine’s Day!  Sending you and yours L-O-V-E! :)

Jill Scott – Hate On Me

Source: weheartit.com via Jodi on Pinterest

 

When I listen to this song I feel strong, gutsy and bold.  For all the times someone was mean to me, overlooked me, looked down on  me, this song says stand up, be proud, and don’t let the haters get you down.

I also love her voice, her style, her natural hair, and that she’s a proud and unapologetic big girl!

You go girl!

Taylor Swift’s Red

 

 

I asked for Swift’s Red in my office Secret Santa exchange and got it!  I listened to it all weekend instead of Christmas music.  I enjoyed it.  She reminds me of Jewel a bit.  I love that she writes her own songs.  My husband said, “Maybe she should consider a songwriter.”  :)

Here’s one of my faves, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together:

God didn’t make little green apples

 

My Dad used to sing this song to me.  It still makes me smile.

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And I wake up in the mornin’
With my hair down in my eyes and she says “Hi”
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin’ off to school…goodbye
And she reaches out ‘n’ takes my hand
And squeezes it ‘n’ says “How ya feelin’, hon?”
And I look across at smilin’ lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin’ sun

And if that’s not lovin’ me
Then all I’ve got to say
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin’ low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin’ she’s busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she’s doin’ and she hurries down to meet me
And I’m always late
But she sits waitin’ patiently and smiles when she first sees me
’cause she’s made that way

And if that ain’t lovin’ me
Then all I’ve got to say
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there’s no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves ‘n’ BB guns