April 22, 2008

Beechnut and .45's

Tuesday night. Way late. I had a technology scare tonight with my phone, but thankfully everything was backed up, and I restored and recovered all my data. Don't you hate the feeling that your world could be turned upside down because a piece of technology fails?

I just emailed my good friend Sarah tonight to tell her about my phone because she had a similar situation happen to her several months ago. But I also emailed her a weird thought I had yesterday. I was cruising along in my Chevy Uplander Minivan, listening to a mix cd I made several years ago. Filled with Waylon, Willie, Dolly, Randy Travis, Johnny Cash...I was singing to "Louisiana Saturday Night," "Joleen," "Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground," minding my own business singing at the top of my lungs as these are songs that demand such commitment. These are not humming songs, they are belt them out at the top of your lungs songs. So I am singing along and one of my most favorite songs comes on, "A Country Boy Can Survive," by one of the greats Hank Jr.,...he can skin a buck and run a truck line...a country boy can survive. His buddy gets killed by a man with a switchblade knife, for $43 dollars his friend lost his life...but a country boy can survive, He then goes on to say..."I'd like to spit some beechnut in that dude's eyes and shoot him with my old .45...a country boy can survive. An epiphany came to me as I was listening to Hank Jr., country people can survive. What would happen if our grocery stores closed down, banks failed, stock market goes under, computers quit computing? Could my family survive? Could we live off the land. I am afraid to say the answer to that at this moment, not very well. So I have decided that the Country Boy who Hank sings about would be a good neighbor to have. Maybe he would let us set up our tent next to his in the country and he would teach us how to live off the land.
Here is hoping that our countries infrastructure stays strong and stable.

Why I love to sing, "I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dude's eyes and shoot him with my old .45" is beyond me, but it is definately my favorite verse in the song, go Hank! I'm weird I know.

4 comments:

The Mc Family said...

Hi Tammy - Its Casey Beth (McBride).
I am going to have to apologies that I did not read your latest post- wanted to post and then head to bed. But I was on Hollys Blog and saw that you were on one of her Blog Friends. I know Holly because her and her husband came out to Gateway Coc for a preacher interview the beginning of April. I just had to post and say, *what a small world*!!!!
I was like, "Tammy! I know that name. So I clicked on it to make sure it was you and it was you. How funny is that. ha ha ha
Ok- off to bed. Soooo tired. :)
Love you
Love Casey Beth

Jan & Tom - JT said...

Hi Tammy - from Michigan!!!

So good to see you on our Blog!!

Yes, we switched to Blogger because of all the problems with Yahoo360!

Sure do hate knowing that our world could be turned upside down because of a failed piece of techonology!

I just "lost" a bunch of pictures on our computer - don't know what I did - where they went - but they're gone!!! Thank goodness, I had loaded them on to Walgreens to crop and re-touch them - so I at least "have them"!!!

~Blessings,
Jan & Tom

Roxanne said...

Yes. . .I did NOT enjoy the gardening/cow feeding/working part of my youth THEN, but now I'm really glad I know how to garden and skin a deer. It could come in handy some day.

My PawPaw was a Redman fella himself. . .and I don't own a .45, but I DO own a .22, so you are welcome to come a pitch your tent by me anytime. You can take pictures while I weed.

Becky K said...

Ok so I am not at all up with any of this. I am relying completely on my wonderful hubby if anything goes wrong. I just wanted to say that I could not understand why Hank wanted to spit baby food on someone. Haha. Love you.