“Easy now, fuzzy little man peach…”

Preston turned me on to “Old Greg” this weekend. In fact, he downloaded an Old Greg ring tone to his phone. It’s hilarious! He’s got a mangina! (Old Greg, not Preston) He’s OLD GREEEEEG!

Here’s the story: CLICK HERE

At first I was like… this is DUMB!!!  But then I found myself telling others about it and Old Greg kinda grew on me.  :P

Cody recorded two songs today, and he wrote this one for Preston. It’s about him having to explain to Preston (when Cody was 12, and Preston was 7) that I wasn’t coming back home to live with them as a family.

OK, enough said.

Go to his My Space and give him kudos and lot of plays!!!  :) http://www.myspace.com/codymoss

“How Do I Say This?” by Cody Moss

 

Here we go, its me and you
Nothing else is going like it should
But we’re gonna make it
I’ve seen it now a thousand times
But it didn’t work out like I saw in my mind
How do I say this…

I know it’s not our fault
It’s just time for this to end
What’s been warring in their hearts
Is what’s better for them

But that look that’s on your face
It’s breakin’ my heart
I don’t know what to say
I don’t have any idea where to start
And make this go away
And it’s breaking my heart
We’re just gonna have to wait
And maybe everything will be better in the end

Sleepless nights for both of us
It feels like there’s no one we can trust
But I’m right there with you
Gotta grow up now and get us by
Gotta keep some laughter in our lives
How do I say this?

chorus

I’ll always be there for you
I’ll always be there wherever you need me to

Grandma (Pete’s Mom) is ill. She’s 87 and going downhill quickly. She kept Cody & Preston when they were kids while Pete and I worked. She is responsible for a lot of their upbringing, and she is The Best of The Best if you know what I’m saying.

Cody wrote this song for her, and he went to the recording studio today. This is how it turned out. I think it’s fantastic!!! It’s a tear jerker though…

“Letting Go” by Cody Moss

There are some things I’m just not prepared to talk about
But its time, and still the words wont come
They say history has been our greatest teacher
Well I think they’re right, maybe except for one

Chorus
Cuz shes been there since the day that we were born
And shes seen more than I’ll ever know
And shes done her best to make me
Into the man that I am now
And its hard to let her go
But we’ve got to let her go

I dont think I’ve ever had as much to say as I do now
And nothing that I say seems adequate
To describe the things she’s done for us
I just never thought she wouldn’t be a part of it

I hope someday, when Its my time to go
I can look back on what I’ve done
And smile within my soul
That I’ve done the best I could
And applied my lessons learned
From the one that helped me learn them
And be loved as much as her.

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On my way back to work after being gone for 7 weeks, I popped into Bill’s place to say hello. I had seen him briefly from the gas pump almost immediately after I had hurt my arm/shoulder - when I was getting ready to head for TXK - but I didn’t go in because I couldn’t. I saw him smile and wave from the counter, and I grimaced with pain and waved back… but it was no time to stop and chat.

Bill’s dark red Mustang wasn’t in the usual spot that Thursday, but he’d been in an accident before I left, so I thought maybe it was in the shop getting the passenger door fixed. Or hells, maybe he got a new car. That was definitely not his car in the parking spot, nor was it in the right parking spot for Bill.

I strolled in anyway to pick up my Diet Coke for the day, and there was a young Persian man there behind the counter. OK.

I reached in the cooler, grabbed my DC, then carried my drink to the front and checked out his name tag. “Neeraj.” I had no idea how to pronounce it.

I already had it in my head that I wasn’t going to be nice to Neeeeeraj. How dare he be there instead of Bill on my first day back at work!

So the conversation went something like this:

What’s up?

Not much.

Where’s Bill?

He quit.

Quit? When?

I don’t know. I’m new here.

Why did he quit?

I don’t know.

Did you know him? Where did he go? (At first I was thinking… GOOD FOR HIM! He finally got enough of this BS job and told ‘em to take a hike!)

No, I didn’t know him.

Do you know where he went?

No, I don’t.

Mostly, I kept my racing thoughts to myself. This was no time to panic. I slid my card through the machine. I didn’t remember all the steps, and to be honest I couldn’t think straight. Neeraj asked me, “Debit or Credit?” I stopped staring long enough to hit the “Debit” button.

After some time, he said, “Enter your PIN?”… and he pointed to the machine.

I was looking at Neeraj, but my mind just would not click over to the business at hand. I had to enter my SSPIN 3 times before the machine gave me the thumb’s up.

I was a lost little girl.