Still Fighting It

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combos only $9.95
Its okay, you dont have to pay
Ive got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
Its so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Were still fighting it, were still fighting it
And youre so much like me
Im sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe well both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew youd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
Its so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Were still fighting it, were still fighting it
Youll try and try and one day youll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew youd feel the same things

Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
Its so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Were still fighting it, were still fighting it
Oh, were still fighting it, were still fighting it

And youre so much like me
Im sorry

We love Ben Folds...

We've decided to live in our new place for the rest of our life because there is no way we're moving again. Worst thing that has ever happened to us. Seriously. We're both dead tired, weird-sleepy, and most of the stuff is not unpacked still! We had all the help in the world, and I still don't ever want to do it again-oh and the fun begins with the utilities changing, address changing, everything changing. NIGHTMARE! Thank you so very much to everyone that helped and offered their help-I have no idea how we would have even attempted it alone...it would have been a sad sight to see. Jamie has finally come out from under our bed and is also quite happy to be in a new place-she says thanks too...pictures will soon follow...

We're Moving!

And we're begging for the help of anyone willing.  I don't want to play this card, but I am a poor, innocent, helpless, defenseless, larger pregnant woman in need of assistance.  So, feel bad for me.  I mean, all those heavy, heavy boxes-I just don't think I can do it all on my own...I swear Jon put me up to this...