This post will contain no firsts, WODS, or mention of CrossFit. If that's what you're here for, turn back now! I'm writing just because I feel like writing and because have some free time on my hands at work today.
I was listening to a pretty sweet mix of stations (Jack White, The Shins, The Black Keys, Mumford and Sons, and Of Monsters and Men) on Pandora this morning seeking out some new tunes and one of my favorite Jack White songs came up. It's also one of my all-time favorite covers...ever. As soon as I heard it I loved it! Unfortunately there isn't a video, but a clever little guy over on YouTube posted the song so you can enjoy it too! If you don't care for it, please don't tell me because I'm not sure we'll be able to remain friends.
I'm not sure what it is about that man, but he just does something to me. If I was only able to listen to five people sing for the rest of my life, he would be in that top five. And to think he almost spent his life reupholstering other people's furniture. My ears are happy he dropped his tools for a guitar.
And now for the worlds worst segue.
Having gone through separation and an impending divorce for the better part of a year, you would think I would be very skeptical and concerned for my sister's upcoming nuptials, jealous even. Plus she's only 24, finishing up school and her fiance is a good 7 years older than her. But I am not! I am BEYOND happy for her! She dated a bit more than I did so I've seen her with other guys, but I have never seen her as happy and glowing as I do now. I love that I will get to stand beside her next May and know that I couldn't have hand-picked a better guy for her. And I love even more that she had the balls to ask him to marry her! They are amazing together and I hope one day I'm lucky enough to have what they have with each other. He treats her exactly how she should be treated and knows how to handle her quirks.
I'm happy that I wasn't left jaded and bitter and that I cannot wait to see my little sister become a Mrs.
Oh no! I just saw myself in a pool hall on top of a pool table, of course, doing a dirty, little dance to this song. I feel the same way when I hear the song "Black Betty" on the classic rock radio station.
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