Honey why are you calling me so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

are all over MY lake, with their dumb, drunk, flabby, pastey white "I think I can get a tan in ONE day, and make up for all the drinking I didn't do all year in ONE day selves" and I got ready to go out on the boat and my stupid old stick in the mud husband says "it's too crowded and too windy, blah blah blah" so here I sit in my bathing suit and my shorts stuck in the stupid house because it's too hot to be outside unless you're in the water and I just want to go swimming. I hope they all get drunk and kill each other.

Surfing, sky diving, sex on the beach, bank robberies, shoot-outs, fiery car crashes.... call me shallow, but I loooove this movie, I never tire of it.

Scene from one of the bank robberies committed by the surfers as ex-presidents

"100% pure adrenaline"

Here's an old trailer http://videodetective.com/home.asp?customerid=97135&publishedId=1855&shopid=4&

"Texas has yet to learn submission to any oppression, come from what source it may."

General Sam Houston

ref http://www.sonofthesouth.net/texas/index.htm

Time to lock and load, boys.

Even in Texas you can wear out your welcome.

while it's thundering and lightning and the weatherman says tornadoes are close by and summer is still a month away and I bet the electricity goes out any minute now

She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone
'Cause she'll rage just like a river
Then she'll beg you to forgive her
She's every woman that I've ever known

She's so New York and then L.A.
And every town along the way
She's every place that I've never been
She's makin love on rainy nights
She's a stroll through Christmas lights
And she's everything I want to do again

It needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
For when it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence

No it needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
When it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence

She's anything but typical
She's so unpredictable
Oh but even at her worst she ain't that bad
She's as real as real can be
And she's every fantasy
Lord she's every lover that I've ever had
And she's every lover that I've never had

Garth Brooks

...Honeymoon! :)

The way she looks, the way she walks;
That southern twang; that dirty talk
Rides Harleys, reads Vogue
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious

She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin' over bikinis
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious

She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen
Mouthwaterin',
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen
She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin',
Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin'.
You got a mansion, you drive a vet
You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed
She likes deer stands, beer cans,
Baits her own hook when she fishes
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious

Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoa
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe

whatamess

I was thinking while I was painting this about how I keep my oil paints in a big tackle box and I would always squeeze the tube wrong and the seam in the back would break or the tube would get a hole in it and while I was painting I'd get all engrossed in what I was doing, squeeze the tube to replace a color I had run out of, and paint would squirt out from 3 different directions and then I figured, why bother putting the lid back on, and throw it in the box and then the tubes would stick together and dry up. I wonder if anybody else is that sloppy.