Just when I thought it was me...being cooped up with sick kids, no time for mommy, a new job... I was loosing it. People were getting on my nerves.. I knew I had always had this thing that I always wanted to know why people do what they do when I dont' seem to understand their actions, so I normally just ask..I am pretty straight forward. Is it jealousies, competitiveness, wanting to BE the Jones, but for real, people cant really be raised like this...that used to be my moms answer to everything "they were just raised different honey" so I got in a tangent this weekend as my husband says "wound" up...I am just beginning to question peoples character around here I mean REALLY??? since that is the new word for the week although I
wasn't using that word this weekend..
I took some mommy time to go get some vitamin D at the local fake and bake shop yes the tanning bed.. while on my way I had a god whisper that just explained it all for me and help me put it all back in place. I was listening to the radio and poof..... god whispered these words....
GOD IS GREAT, BEER IS GOOD ..AND PEOPLE ARE CRAZY..
Welp, that explains it good enough for me I guess... here is the lyrics to this song... I think I might just add this to the song God is great, Beer is good, and people is Texas are
fu*kin Crazy..
LOL. (of course not all of them but today ALL qualify..right?)
This old man and meWere at the bar and weWere havin’ us some beers andSwappin’ I don’t cares Talkin’ politicsBlonde and redhead chicksOld dogs and new tricks and Habits we ain’t kickedWe talked about Gods graceAnd all the hell we raisedThen I heard the old man say, “God is great, beer is good and People Are Crazy”He said "I fought two wars, Been married and divorced"What brings you to Ohio?He said "Damn if I know"We talked an hour or twoAbout every girl we knewWhat all we put ‘em throughLike two old boys will doWe pondered life and deathHe light a cigaretteHe said "These damn things will kill me yet,But God is great, beer is good and people are crazy"Last call its 2:00amI said goodbye to himI never talked to him againThen one sunny dayI saw the old man’s faceFront page ObituaryHe was a millionaire He left his fortune to meSome guy he barely knewHis kids were mad as hellHuh but me, I’m doing wellAnd I drop by todayTo just say thanks and prayAnd I left a six-pack right there on his graveAnd I said God is great, beer is good and people are crazyGod is great, beer is good and people are crazyGod is great, beer is good and people are crazy