I’ve been looking for some new music and came across Matt White’s new song, "Falling in Love (With My Best Friend)." It’s a pretty easy going song and actually sounds similar to his other song, "Love." Enjoy!
Falling In Love (With My Best Friend)
Matt White
It’s so good
What we got
You and me
We laugh a lot
We’re just friends
Simple as that
I don’t want it to end
But I’m falling in love
with the best friend I got
They say you don’t want to fall in love
You don’t really want to mess this up
You don’t really want to fall in love
Because falling in love just breaks your heart
If we kiss
If we touch
All of this
Could get rough
Ain’t no thing
Ain’t no strings
Ain’t no I love you, you love me
We won’t get caught up in the stuff it brings
They say you don’t want to fall in love
You don’t really want to mess this up
You don’t really want to fall in love
Because falling in love just breaks your heart
They say you don’t want to fall in love
You don’t really want to mess this up
You don’t really want to fall in love
Because falling in love just breaks your heart
You don’t want to fall in love
You don’t really want to mess this up
You don’t really want to fall in love
Because falling in love just breaks your heart
Falling in love just breaks your heart
Falling in love just breaks your heart
Falling in love just broke my heart
This weekend my house said goodbye to an old friend, Spot the Turtle. Spot is preceded in death by his friends: Hyden the Dog, Doodles the Cat, Patches the Cat, Scooter the Guinea Pig and Prince the Finch.
If there’s one thing we can say about Spot, it’s that he lived life in the slow lane. He enjoyed nothing more than basking in the warm glow of the 40 watt bulb while taking a dip in his bowl of water.
Spot lived a simple life. He’d burrow under inches of litter, only to come to the surface when the smell of Velveeta Shells n’ Cheese enticed him. With a grin on his little turtle face, he’d impale the shells n’ cheese with his claws and slowly bring it up to his mouth to enjoy. If you listened closely, you could hear him chomping on his dinner.
Perhaps the most action packed time for Spot came young in his life. According to his friend and owner Ron, this is what happened:
"I can remember one time he was in one of the boys’ bedroom with the door shut .. to kinda get a little exercise .. well one of the boys ran into his room and forgot to close the door. Well .. next thing I know .. I am looking up at the top of the stairs and there’s Spot teetering like a car that’s about ready to go over the cliff .. well before I could do anything .. down the stairs he came like a hubcap .. I should say rolling down the stairs. .. Spot tucked in his shell .. and BOOM … he hit the wall at the bottom of the stairs .. what a ride!"
Spot’s favorite book was Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss and his favorite cartoon was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If Spot could leave one piece of advice for the future generations, it would be to always be comfortable in your own shell.
Now that my bro Jake is a sworn officer, I felt now would be the appropriate time to present a public service announcement.
Yes my friends, it’s time to learn the ten rules for dealing with the police. When dealing with the police, you used to be able to tell someone, "use common sense." But apparently people don’t have common sense, nor do they know/understand their rights. This is presented over a series of four videos totaling 30 minutes. If you don’t want to watch each and every video, here’s the overview:
Today was such a great day! I had been wanting to go back to The Art Institute of Chicago since my last visit in high school. In fact, one of my fondest memories of Chicago is when my advanced photography class headed up to the Art Institute to check out the Irving Penn exhibit.
Well, today I got to go back. I’m in Chicagoland for a one-day workshop, but I headed up a day early so I wouldn’t have to get up super early on Thursday morning. I parked my car at The Museum of Science and Industry, hopped on the Metra, and headed over to Michigan Avenue.
There’s something special about art museums, it’s like the ornate frames are a window into the world of the artist. Everytime I go to an art museum, I feel like Cameron in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I’ll stand far away and look at it from a distance and then I’ll get up close and look closer at the details: brush strokes, use of color, the texture of the canvas.
One of my favorite things today was just floating from gallery to gallery and looking at all the artwork: paintings, furniture, decorative pieces, etc. Paintings have a way of drawing me into that world and time. When I look at a work of art, I wonder what’s going on outside of the frame that we can’t see: What sounds are going on around the subject? Are there smells? It’s funny, I know, but these are the things I think about.
As you can probably tell, I love more realism art rather than abstract. As a photographer, I photograph the world as I see it and so I appreciate painters who can do the same. Then there are those painters who can read a piece of literature and be inspired, or have a dream and can take that dream and turn it into a vision for a piece of art.
And while I don’t have an acquired appreciation for decorative pieces like tea sets and furniture, I love to imagine how those pieces were used when they were originally created. And as I look at the date on the placard next to a work of art, I just can’t imagine how many places that piece of artwork has been, how it’s been used, what’s the story behind it?
I walked out of the Art Institute feeling like I spent a couple of hours glancing into so many different time periods, looking into the imaginations of so many artists, and have a greater appreciation for the artists and their work. Yep, it was a good day.
Many of you have heard me talk about training for this team triathlon that I participated in on Saturday. If you were to ask any of my close friends, you’ll hear that I had days where I didn’t want to do it and there were days when I was genuinely excited. So here’s the re-cap…
The Night Before
Chad and I left immediately from The Global Leadership Summit to go pick up Faith, Betsy, and Jessie and made pretty good time as we drove down I-65 towards Columbus, IN. We made it in time for a pre-race festival which included picking up our team packets, a cookout, music, and a couple of guys who were tuning up bikes. When we were done with that, we checked into the hotel and went to run some errands.
Our first stop was Wal-Mart because Betsy needed a water bottle for the race. Little did I know how much fun we would have in the Columbus Wal-Mart. We found a water bottle for Betsy, but we found so much more… including hula hoops! That’s right ladies and gentlemen, for the next ten minutes or more, we had a hula hoop contest in the middle of Wally World.
Faith discovered that she was better at it than she thought, while Jessie learned that she could hula multiple hoops at one time, and that Betsy flaps her arms like a chicken when trying to hula hoop. Ha ha!
From there we went to Applebee’s, which is one thing Chad is trying to make into an annual tradition. Once we had that settled, we went back to the hotel and headed straight for bed.
Race Day
If you were to ask me how I was feeling race morning, I was fairly impartial. I didn’t feel great, but I didn’t feel bad either. After taking in a pre-race breakfast, we headed for the triathlon course. We made it just in time for Betsy and I to put our bikes on the rack and to head down to the water for our pre-race meeting. There was nothing too special about the meeting which only lasted about ten minutes.
After the meeting was when I began getting the pre-race jitters. This was my first bicycle race and in addition to the typical pre-race jitters, my anxiety started to creep up on me. When I’m super anxious, the last thing I need are people all up in my space in their Speedo gear and swim caps, so as people headed toward the water for the first wave of swimmers, I went off to somewhere quiet to calm my nerves.
As I started to feel better, I headed to the transition area to meet up with Betsy and wait for Chad and Faith to finish their leg of the triathlon. I really started to get anxious and told Betsy that I really wanted to back out because I knew that would ease the anxiety I was feeling (not because I didn’t think I wouldn’t survive the bike ride). Fortunately I got up enough nerve as Chad crossed the timing pad and unstrapped the timing chip from his ankle. I strapped on the timing chip and chased after Betsy who had a few second head start on me.
Once I was out of the transition area and on my way, my nerves eased up quite a bit. Betsy and I had a good pace going and within the first couple of miles we went down a hill that had us going around 30 mph, which was AWESOME! At first I thought Betsy was sticking with me to be nice, but it turns out that we were equally paired up: sometimes she’d have the energy to lead, sometimes I’d take the lead. Everyone that we rode with was so nice and courteous and we even had people along the bike route to cheer us on, including the police department (thanks guys!).
We had to push ourselves going up numerous hills, but we still had fun. There was even a dog running alongside the bicyclists for a while which made me laugh. As we went over the final hill, I gathered up my last burst of energy and headed for the home stretch. As we got close to the timing pad, they instructed us to jump off our bikes and run over the pad so that it could read the timing chip. Betsy got a head start on me, but somehow I kind of knocked her off-course and I went over the pad first. 17.5 completed.
Andrew and Jessie did the last leg of the race, which was running around a three mile course. Those two really didn’t train a lot and I think they were more concerned about having a good time. This led Andrew to run like a raptor during part of the race (see video on left), which actually drained more of his energy rather than helping him.
They stuck together during the entire race and like true Taylor University grads running (or walking) any type of loop, they crossed the finish line holding hands.
So how did we end up in The Pioneer Women versus The Pioneer Studs? Not surprisingly, we tied at 1:54:27. This didn’t surprise us since we stayed together at each leg of the race. The official standings show that the girls beat us by 1/100th of a second, the guys are fine with that, it was a good race!
Celebrate Good Times, Come On!
To celebrate, we went to a Columbus landmark called Zaharakos Ice Cream Parlor for lunch. The food was okay, but dessert and the atmosphere was pretty sweet! If you’re in Columbus, you should check it out!
So there you have it friends, my first team triathlon. I think I’ll remember it for all the training I put in, all the complaining I did to Faith and Betsy about not wanting to do it, and just the overall satisfaction of completing with a decent time (Betsy and I completed the biking portion in 59 minutes). Overall, I’m glad I did it and really enjoyed biking through the countryside, even with those **bleeping** hills. Ha ha! Below are just a handful of pictures we took. Enjoy!
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