Ericka Gray's Blog – August 2010 Archive (7)

I used to own some birds. I had two at the time of this "star" sighting. Birds are prone to getting colds. My cockatiel Turkey ,named so due to being hatched on Thanksgiving,. was looking under the weather. I called the vet at The Cat Hospital ( I know! it sounds crazy) and he said to bring Turkey in. So I boxed the bird up and handed the box to my daughter and away we went to the vet. We are greeted as usual by cats purring on our leg and a friendly receptionist taking our info. I alway love… Continue

One Christmas season I was out shopping for presents at Kmart. I had my youngest daughter who was one year old at the time sitting in the shopping cart while I dug through a bunch of sweatshirts trying to find the perfect Eagles sweats for my son when I feel someone behind me. You all know the feeling of someone watching you and it's a little too close. The feeling when you want to turn around and tell whoever it is that they are in your bubble. As I turn around I come face to face with Richard… Continue

I hate being grown up.
I wish to go back and be blissfully ignorant.
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The garage band drum pumps out a simplistic beat. The voice has remnants of bands past. What's old is new again. High pitched and freeing it will captivate you.Two tiny figures makes all that rockin' noise? When it's over you will yell for more.

Smooth sultry words spill from those lips. So tantalizing is the mixture of such melodious sounds coming from an awkward cowboy. Those slim beautiful fingers strum the guitar like it's home. . Sweet sounds of gospel are always close at hand. Daydreams wisp by of ponies and penguins. Makes you wish for one brief moment that you were from Texas.

Sleep is where the edges of reality bends and blurs.

The beauty of his voice is that it is not pitch perfect. What clever entertaining ditties he creates. He sings of woman , life, cars, and guitars. He may even throw in a Tiki Bar.You hear his words come out of some of the worlds greats. They wish they had his mad writing skills.