My Sister Linda and I were Sunday School teachers for many years. Here is Little Dude singing one of the songs we used to teach our students. He loves to sing and I love to teach so it is a match made in heaven. I want him to see how he sang when he was little because I know some day down the road he won’t admit he ever sang for me. This is for his future wife and their kids. Wouldn’t it be fun to see your dad doing something like this when he was little? Sorry about my taping again. I know it isn’t the greatest but the content is so sweet I wanted to always have it for him. I had to put it on twice because I love how he claps like he has cymbals. Blessings everyone.
I took this video last summer after I had my first knee replaced. I am posting this for my daughter Bethany that is in Thailand right now. I know how much she misses the kids. Notice the Little Dude’s scratched up nose(as usual) and little Landyn’s monotone voice. I was sitting on the bar stool barely able to move because I had just come home from the hospital the day before. It was pure pandemonium with Miss P in the background trying to put her two cents in and both of them singing two different songs. I know the video is so home made looking and I am not very good at it but I hope you get a laugh at this Nana’s little monkeys. Please notice Collins mouth as he sings the last part of the song. It killed me.
Just to let everyone know Beth is doing well and I got to talk to her again last week. She finally got some of the packages and mail we have been sending her. Love you Bethany
Hungarian Work Horse doesn’t look like this anymore but this is what I see in my head.I have loved him most of my life and I wouldn’t trade him for anything.Well,maybe a world that birds are petrified of me but we all know that’s not going to happen.
In his younger years he was a cross between Sonny Bono without the moustache and Davy Jones.It is really too bad he can’t sing worth a lick because he probably could have made a living as a singer impersonator with those looks.I come from a very musical family and I even have a sister Lori that has a couple of cds out so this was quite a shock that he couldn’t carry a note.The first time I heard him sing was in his car.We had been going out for a while and we had a song.Back then everybody had a song.Our song was Happiest Girl in The whole USA by Donna Fargo and when we heard it in my teenage mind I was picturing me making the coffee and him making the bed.He was fixing my lunch and I was fixing his.You know everything the song says.I was a little shy but after a bit I started to sing along to the radio.It was then I heard this sound.It wasn’t monotone or off key,it was all over the place.Then I thought that he was crying(I am not kidding). I didn’t want to look at him and embarrass him so I kept looking out the window.Soon the song was over and I was concerned.I was crazy about him but I was not going out with some dude that cried over a song.I needed a strong man not some bawl baby!I had enough problems at the time with a stepfather that was a hypochondriac and was bleeding my poor mother dry.I didn’t need this.
The night went on and I forgot about that terrible crying incident.I really don’t remember where we went but I do remember when he took me home.We were parked in the driveway listening to the radio just kicking back talking and cuddling before I went in the house.My head nestled in his neck thinking he was the blessing I know God was sending me and then on came our song.His mouth close to my ear and the sound coming out of it just like before.I sat as still as a statue the pricklies coming on.If he gets snot on my shoulder I am going to kill him.I can’t believe this song affects him so.I gotta get out of here.Those were just a few of my thoughts.
Eventually the song fest was over and he was walking me to the door holding my hand.I noticed he seemed fine and thought he had a very fast recovery going on.We got to the door and said our good nights and people there was no red eyes or tear tracks anywhere on that boy.I knew then the guy couldn’t sing and my fear of a wimpy white boy was for nothing.Amazing,he just was the worst singer I had ever heard in my life.I could still love him,as a matter of fact I did because he felt so close to me he could even sing in front of me with that horrible voice.Thank God!
We are going on forty years of marriage and I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen him cry.As a matter of fact there have even been instances I wish he would have.He is a strong and brave man and I am so blessed to have him.This guy is the real deal and he is the best husband and father and Papa I know.
As for his singing,well,it has gotten a little better but he is never going to be in any earthly choir that is for sure. He still sings and I love it now.He will always be my Sonny and I will always be his Cher and when we both enter the pearly gates I know his singing will then be perfect.I just hope that they let us sing Happiest Girl In The Whole USA one time with our angelic voices,you know,just so we know what we could have sounded like.I still like the lyrics to that song even though my kids would roll their eyes if they heard it and I will leave you with the last verse because that is how I feel today.
Shine on me sunshine
Walk with me world
It’s a skippidity do da day
I’m the happiest girl,in the whole U.S.A