I was just sitting here studying a little pharmacology, listening to my iPod to avoid distractions, and a favorite song came on that one rarely hears anymore, and its on my play list. So, I thought I'd share this little string of thoughts with you all.
The song was "Achy Breaky Heart," by Billy Ray Cyrus. Now, we've all heard a little bit about dear old Billy Ray lately because of his famous daughter. But let's recap shall we... "Achy Breaky Heart," came out in 1992. I was 5. Ms. Karen, my babysitter from birth til kindergarten, practically, listened to country music and my parents hated country. But, because I was with her more of my waking hours than I was with my parents, she had some influence on my music preference at age 5. At 5 years old, this was my absolute favorite song of all time. I could sing the whole song and danced to the video on CMT. Keep in mind, my parents hated country, still do. Anyway, my dad used to work at the pharmacy at Wal-Mart. From time-to-time he'd bring us special stuff that they used for display in the store. One night, to my absolute surprise, my dad walked in with a life-size cardboard cut-out of BILLY RAY! (side thought: I wonder where Billy Ray sat in my dad's truck, you think he got the passenger seat? lol) They used it by the display of his tapes. Now, is that love or what? A man who hated country, brought in a life-size image of mullet and all Billy Ray Cyrus. That thing was in my room for quite some time. A gift from my quirky, quiet dad. The same dad that sent me to preschool with my stirrups (stirrup pants, you remember those) on the outside of my high-tops. The same dad who sent me to kindergarten with my fluorescent pink Benadryl back pack (at least none of my classmates could read yet!). Just when you think he's not paying attention, he goes and surprises ya. So this is my blog shout out to my wonderful dad, who doesn't even know what a blog is, much less that I have one. HAHA
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