The Delta House

Lots.

First off, I am still unemployed at this moment. That could change at any time, and I have gotten a handful of calls over the past few days that make me think that it will soon.

But right now, I feel like a girl that is dating several guys at once and waiting for a marriage proposal. In other words, there ain't no ring on my finger, yo!

Seriously, though I have really enjoyed the past several weeks at home with my family it's time to get back to work. Not just for the obvious financial reasons, but for the sake of my sanity.

I am quite sure that I have seen every episode of The Backyardigans, The Wonder Pets, and Go Diego, Go at least 20 times now and I am afraid that if I don't get out soon, I'm gonna climb the tower.

Hopefully the weather will cooperate a little for the rest of the time that I am at home so Jake can do some outdoor activities, like play on his birthday gift. That's right folks, Jake turns two on Sunday, all 40 inches and 43lbs of him.

Yeah, he's huge.

I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Ante Bellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.

Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.

And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was a n R.C.A. Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.

'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.

Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.

Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.