Isn’t it

Posted by Shelley on Jun 4, 2009 in Mike, Uncensored Shelley, songs

definitions from the urban dictionary

1. A situation where the result is a complete reverse (and practical mockery) of what was expected

2. A word heavy misused and abused in conversation today, mostly by people who think that using the word in any way will automatically make them seem intelligent. The word is usually misused to exactly mean “coincidental” or “tragic”, when again it doesn’t mean this (see #1)
If the heavy metal band Anthrax dies of anthrax, that would be poetically tragic, but not ironic. If a diabetic crosses the street and is run over by a truck carrying insulin, then it’s ironic.

“Isn’t it ironic that the pop song ‘Ironic’ contains absolutely no examples of irony?”

“One issue of Mad Magazine showed Alfred E. Neuman face-down in the desert, crushed to death by a parachuted crate of first aid supplies. Now THAT was ironic!”

2. ironic
containing irony
-the opposite of the literal meaning
-a mismatch between the expected and the actual result
pro-lifers making death threats to Michael Schiavo is ironic

3. ironic
That a song about things which are ironic makes no mention of any things which are, in fact, ironic.



Posted by Shelley on May 6, 2009 in Uncensored Shelley, songs

Laugh it off let it go and
When you wake up it will seem
So yesterday, so yesterday


Family Fun Pack

Posted by Shelley on Jul 22, 2008 in Real Life Stories, kids, songs

So we’ve hit the point in the summer where I’ve enrolled the kids in just about any camp I can afford.  Which means we are in the car quite a bit driving to and fro.  I am an avid radio surfer so we get our fill of Rick and Bubba, country, praise and worship music and of course, classic rock.

I’ve been hearing an advertisement for the Family Fun Pack you can win by being the 10th caller on Birmingham’s latest classic rock station.  The thing is, I can’t quite get past this being a family event.

Over the weekend my daughter picked up on it too.  If you look up “perceptive” in the dictionary her picture is right beside the word.  Basically, we live in an avid Guitar Hero house.  In fact, she is working on going from medium difficulty to hard.  And she is acing it!  Problem is, Daddy has currently banned the Poison song, “Talk Dirty to Me” from being played on the game, therefore she can’t get to the next level.  All the songs must be “mastered” before you move on… she officially has this on her agenda now.  And he officially has said, “you can listen to that song when you get married.”

What do we hear on the radio as our family of four moves along the interstate to church?  The banned song along with the words, “Win a Family Fun Pack, be the tenth caller!”  And she exclaims, “HOW can you win tickets for your family?”  Again, she is putting together her case very effectively.  “You mean the WHOLE FAMILY can go?  but isn’t that the song Daddy won’t let me do on Guitar Hero?”

I start laughing as Mike suggests along with a koozie for your beer you also get a sippy cup with Poison’s logo and a stripper pole for mom in the Family Fun Pack.  Honestly, what about Brett Michael’s suggest FAMILY?  Fun… yes, if you count 25 skanky women throwing up on your TV show fun.  Family?  Well, I just realized that I just described fun for some families.


Tuning In to Turning Out Alright

Posted by Shelley on Sep 22, 2007 in songs

If you have spent any time around me by now you know I have a fond affection for country music. Here’s a song I heard this morning on the old fashioned car radio. It tells a little story of days gone by that you might recognize depending on which decade you were born. I love it! Growing up south of the Mason Dixon line this song perfectly captures my childhood, most every line and lyric. Comment if any of it rings true for you too. And then let me know if you think you turned out alright.

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Our cribs were covered in lead-based paint
No childproof lids
No seatbelts in cars
Rode bikes with no helmets
and still here we are

We got daddy’s belt when we misbehaved
Had three TV channels you got up to change
No video games and no satellite
All we had were friends and they were outside

It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time
It was a different world

School always started the same everyday
the pledge of allegiance, then someone would pray
not every kid made the team when they tried
We got disappointed but that was alright

No bottled water
We’d drink from a garden hose
And every Sunday,
All the stores were closed.


It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time
It was a different world

A Different World lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com By Bucky Covington


Where the River meets the Road

Posted by Shelley on Sep 15, 2007 in songs

Life’s like a road that you travel on
there’s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind…

Too many times we stand aside And let the waters slip away
‘Til what we put off ’til tomorrow It has now become today
So don’t you sit upon the shoreline And say you’re satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids And dare to dance that tide

Tom Cochrane, 1991, Life Is a Highway and Garth Brooks, 1991, The River


Soaking Up the Sun

Posted by Shelley on Apr 24, 2007 in songs

From the great theologian Sheryl Crow…

It’s not having what you want
It’s wanting what you’ve got…


Muppet Theology

Posted by Shelley on Mar 23, 2007 in songs

For those of you old enough to appreciate seeing the Muppet Movie you’ll also be old enough to appreciate these lyrics. What kind of movie are you writing? Are you beginning with the end in mind? I hate to sound cliche but it really isn’t a dress rehearsal is it?

Life’s like a movie, write your own ending
Keep believing, keep pretending
We’ve done just what we set out to do.
Thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.


The Other Side of Oz

Posted by Shelley on Nov 20, 2006 in Real Life Stories, songs

After listening to Christmas music half the day on old-fashioned FM radio, (and why was that even an option considering Christmas is over a month away???), various country music songs, Rick and Bubba’s commentary on society and some breaking news about a school bus accident, I finally changed stations and realized I had one thing and one thing only in common with Elton John…

Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road.


Sufficiency of Grace

Posted by Shelley on Oct 7, 2006 in songs

In a time when school shootings become headline news and my mind just can’t handle all the heartache I know I am supposed to look beyond the temporal and focus on the eternal. A song I heard yesterday captures my goal, which for some seems effortless and for others (like me) it’s like fighting all your battles with no equipment, no helmet, no backup. I know that’s not true but at times it sure feels that way.

Melodi was born on April 1st , 1999… within days a school named Columbine in Jefferson County somewhere out west was all over the news. What have I done? I brought a child into the world who might be subject to a school shooting? Post partum depression, the reality of parental responsibility and suddenly the “real time” world of news collided and I just knew I would not make it past that month as a new mother. Through His sufficiency of grace I have made it through 7 birthdays and lots of other bad news on cable TV. I can honestly say that’s not me it’s Him.

Are you basically thinking whatever you are facing is not fix-able? I heard this week on Beth Moore’s television program that many of us assume our problems are just too big and that God a) can’t handle them and b) doesn’t want to. She was quick to point out how this attitude demonstrated an elitest attitude toward God. How could the problems of this 21st world be too big or too unfixable for God? Or maybe it’s a 19th century problem that has followed you through generations of messed up people. Have our situations become too big for the one who made the heavens and earth with His outstretched hand? Have I become that pious to insinuate to the God of the Universe that He can’t fix it? Thank goodness for the concept of His sufficiency of grace. Until you experience it you almost can’t explain it. Accepting what is without explaination is what I call sufficiency of grace.

lyrics by Greg Long

If there is a shadow
I can’t see it
If this is my cup
I’ll learn to drink it
If there is a purpose
You’ll reveal it
But for today I found my place
In the sufficiency of grace



Can You Dig It?

Posted by Shelley on May 26, 2006 in songs

I was 6 years old the summer of 1978. I broke my left arm that year and soon after that Mom became pregnant with my middle sister. My Dad was in medical school and I began first grade with tall tales of fictional brothers and sisters that I imagined I had… guess things were too quiet at my house.

For some reason there were several appointments to the doctor’s office downtown to check the progress on my arm. We headed down Red Mountain Expressway in the Honda hatchback Civic, I am sure I was in the front seat with no seatbelt, and nearly everytime we drove in that direction a particular song by the group Chicago blared from the radio.

I realized today, 27 summers later, that the same song was blaring out of my radio on the classic hits station in my 21st century SUV. And I was still in the front seat, driving this time, fighting traffic in the opposite direction I used to go to the doctor’s office so many years ago. In fact, I don’t even think anything of significance was even built nearly 30 years where I happened to be today (Costco, in Hoover, the hometown of Taylor Hicks).

With kids in the car and a mortgage I knew I was not 6 years old waiting to get my cast off my arm. But it was nice to think about it, while the familiar song played its way past 8 tracks, cassettes, CDs or ipods and came right out of the blackbox built in the dashboard. Just like it did many summers ago.

Saturday in the Park, Chicago V, 1972

Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july…
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For the day

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