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I love this song, the words say it all....

Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you.

Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.

Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.

Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.

Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Mother, I'm coming home.

I'll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle through the dark,
Girl I never loved one like you.

Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.

We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.

Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Daddy, I'm coming home.

Him: Andrea
Her: Yes Gabbi?
Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do.
Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.

Home. Let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa...
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls...

Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

I Got Life...

Woke this morning with this Nina Simone song playing over and over in my head. First thing I did was dig up this video and watch it with Maxxi. When we have the least, we have the most. We have life.

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters
Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard
Ain't got no mind

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no name, ain't got no love
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God

What have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got?
Nobody can take away

I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobs
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood

I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got life

I got a headache, and toothache,
And bad times too like you,
I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobies
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood

I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got life, I'm gonna keep it
I've got life, I'm gonna keep it
I got life

Paradise re-found

After a long, wet, hot summer - full of turmoil and challenges including-but-not-exclusive-to floods and fallen bridges - we are all reminded again that we live in paradise. This last weekend the weather shifted from humid and hot to pleasantly cool and perfect. While we live by the beach where most of the year its sunny, and sand is always between our toes and in our shoes, every year Summer comes, the heat rises, the rains pour down and things get shitty and complicated. Summer in Mexico can try the most patient of souls, and make you want to run for the hills, literally. That is why many part timers are glad to have their 2nd homes somewhere else. Funny that at the beginning of every summer I write how much I miss it, and at the end I babble how glad I am its gone. Funny. Ha-ha? Queer? yes.

It's a Sayulita myth, truth, half-truth - that every year the weather changes on October 15th, mid month. We have always heard this, and even spread the myth ourselves. This year, I swear, it happened that very weekend, more around the 17th, but still.... And my birthday being on the 14th didn't hurt my frown turning upside down, worries of the last weeks melting in a pile of happy-tears and joy-songs with my boy and wife. Lots of great time at home, no rain, all love, so good.

My boy is 2 and counting and molting into the most amazing little question mark. So many questions, so many answers, so Maximo. I love him. I love him. I love him. Loving him is loving his mother, which has always been easy for me, even before she was a mother. My favorite thing is him yelling "My mother!" when I take too much of her time, or "My Father!" If I hold any other kid. Possession rules. Speaking of possession, he had me at "I'm Darth Vader Daddy!!"...oh, my boy.

I am your father...no really. I am.

Anyhoo, summer is quickly becoming a faded memory (except if you walk through my town and see the fallen bridge, and washed away homes) ... and I wanted to make note of how lovely it is to appreciate Paradise again, with my loves in my arms and hearts.

my birthday morning, with my fave peeps of all...

Happy Birthday to me.

Father and Son, October 14, 2010 - El Tejon restaurant, Sayulita