Friday Playlist - Travelin Tunes

This weekend I will be spending lots of hours in the car…so I have compiled a little road music. Sorry, no clever commentary...I haven't packed yet and leave very soong :)

Chasing Pavements- Adele
See the World – Gomez
Wagon Wheel – Old Crow Medicine Show
Travelin Thru –Jason Castro (or Dolly)
On the Road Again – Willie Nelson
Drive - REM
Fast Car – Tracy Chapman
Runnin Down a Dream– Tom Petty
Sweet Home Alabama – Jewel (yes, Jewel)
I’ve Been Everywhere – Johnny Cash

ok, I know it's a tad corny...but I like it :)

Comments

Beth (and Eric) said…

Hope you're having a great weekend in Lubbock! Can't wait to hear all about it...

April 24, 2010 at 6:10 PM

pace yourself

Tonight I went running with a friend ten years my junior. I asked her how far she was running and when she said only about 1.5 or 2 miles, I teased her that I could go at least twice that far. And to just let me know when she needed to stop. I have been running pretty regularly for the last few weeks. It isn’t long but keep increasing my time and distance. I’ve stopped getting blisters. I don’t suck wind after five minutes anymore and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Thinking I might even be able to out run this girl who was so much younger and obviously in more shape than me. As we started to jog I told her that I run pretty slow. Like my husband used to walk beside me while I ran, slow. And she slowed her gait a little bit for me but it was still faster than I usually go. I was a little embarrassed and was not going to ask her to slow down again. So I just ran at her pace. I stayed close. And was fading fast. A little over a mile in I was ready to quit. Again, pride, which isn...

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Americans like the idea of happy. of pursuing happiness. It is even one of our inalienable rights at least according to the Declaration of Independance. But I think maybe we should pursue something else. like love or joy or peace or contentment. and leave happy alone. Don't read me wrong. I am neither bitter nor cynical. Even my problems are good problems. I am positive. Half full. And most days I laugh a whole lot more than I cry. And simple things like a dance party in the living room, an hour alone in Barnes and Noble, the yellow pajama pants my son picked out for me for mother's day, potstickers, clean sheets, someone surprising me with coffee, jeans fresh from the dryer, a good song on the radio, or squeals of delight when I walk in the door all make my heart sing. They make me happy. For a minute. But when the squealing turns to screaming, my new pants are dirty, the sheets are in a jumble on the floor or the coffee runs out....where does that leave me? And happy isn'...

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