Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hey, Taylor Swift, I got a song idea.

Country singers should expand their repertoire.  Taylor Swift may sing "today was a fairy tale," but she's never said anything about the days the windows arrived for her house.  Maybe she just isn't to that stage of life yet.

She should consider it as an awesome addition to her next album, though.  Guaranteed it'd bring her more of the 30 something listeners who no longer care about white horses and Romeo/Juliet proposals.

Not only that, but it's a pretty exciting moment in time.  I mean, tell me you wouldn't have peed your pants to see several construction workers carry something like this into your rapidly rising home?

Ah.  Gorgeous.


This isn't the full extent of what arrived, but it is a pretty decent representation.

I can honestly say that I never thought I would've been so excited to see some wood and glass show up at my residence.  I think it was partly due to last night's dilemma.

But it was also an indication that I picked something that turned out nicely.  I really LIKE what I chose.

It's reassurance.

And I need a lot of reassurance.

Thankfully, there was a little more to be had.


This is the back of my house, and you should note that it is covered in shingles.

It's a big deal.

Come to think of it, "Hey my house was roofed" sounds like a great song title.

Get to writing, Taylor.  We'll talk royalties later.

The current payoff is this:  I really like the shingle color.  So that's also a win.


There's still quite a bit to go--especially when you consider that I can still see the sky in my bedroom.

But it's coming together faster than I would've imagined.

Instead of "Walking in Memphis," Marc Cohen needs to consider something like "Seeing My House."  Now that's a tune worth committing to memory.


The guys also got a decent start on my front porch today.  It's the one thing that is holding up the roof.

Ah...a front porch.  Nothing says southern living quite like a front porch.

Can you see yourself sitting out there with me?  Holding a glass of tea?  We would probably discuss the weather.  Or my need to be an American Idol.  Just whatever.

The point is, WE WOULD BE SITTING ON MY PORCH.  I love the idea of it.

What I don't love?

Don't freak out.  I love the dog. 

Kinda.

Some days.

Can you see his dirty, little face?  He got it voluntarily.

When we walk over the house, he likes to roll in every dirt spot he can find.

This means that on the way back to the house, he resembles a little beige dog instead of his black and white self.

And when he shakes, he looks like Pigpen from Charlie Brown.

But I don't think that's worth a song.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Taylor Swift couldn't sing it with as much passion as yourself. I say GO FOR IT! You could even put the little dirty dog in there somewhere I'm sure.

Nora Inman said...

State the obvious,
I'm gettin my perfect fantasy
I realized I love my house
More than it could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I’m excited and happy,
That’s fine
I’ll tell mine
the same,
And by the way,

I love that brand new house,
You never thought I'd build,
I'm a happy, lady
Who’s really been in a bind
So watch me strike a match
On my old trailer
As far as I’m concerned,
it's just fine to burn

There’s no time for tears
I’m just sitting here planning my new home
There’s nothing stopping me
From going out with all of my girl friends
And if go to lowes I'm gonna need the credit card
My mama's gonna be so proud of me!

‘Cause I love that brand new house,
You never thought I'd build,
I'm a happy, lady
Who's really been in a bind, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On my old trailer
As far as I’m concerned,
It's just fine to burn.

And if you’re asking me
You can tell the world
‘Cause around here
is gonna be good for your health

‘Cause I love that brand new house,
You never thought I'd build,
I'm a happy, lady
Who’s really been in a bind, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On my old trailer
In case you haven’t heard,

I really, really love my brand new house,
You never thought I'd build,
I'm a happy, lady
Who’s really been in a bind, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On my old trailer
As far as I’m concerned,
It's just fine to burn.
Burn, burn, burn, baby burn.
Just fine to burn
Baby burn

CaseyRhea said...

i'm excited about this! i'm having surgery, you're house is coming along - sounds like we'll be having a celebratory dinner soon!