Baby Baby
My life has recently become consumed by apples. Apples in stockings, applesauce snacks and Apple Computers. My husband is mac-crazy. My mother-in-law named this other woman "Maxine." I compete with Maxine for my husband's attention.
I saw Steve Jobs on Fox News when I was at work today and, even without sound, I knew they were doing a story on the big release that was held earlier this week. I knew that the particular b-roll they were playing featured Steve holding the new thing where you can buy a mac computer for $500 (lowest price ever), without having to get the monitor. I know all about the Griffin itrip, ilife, ipod socks and the ipod itself. I'm typing on a Powerbook G4 while I listen to an Amy Grant cd that I just downloaded into itunes.
Don't get me wrong. I like Maxine pretty well. It's hard to be jealous of such a dynamic lady. She's fun to hang around with. Just today, she told mic about a new Amy Grant itunes exclusive release. As soon as I have ten bucks to burn, that baby baby is mine. It's features include not only some original remixes, but also narratives from Amy inbetween every song. Ooh-lah-lah.
I would say that mic almost dislikes Amy as much as he likes Maxine, so I know it was probably difficult for him to pass on the good news. This just shows how much he still loves me.
Amy has had her moments. I was disappointed when she left Gary for Vince. I like Gary. He's fun to hang around with. But as much as I was discouraged and ready to give her up for good, I couldn't turn away because I love her so much. She doesn't have a showy voice. She's just plain Amy and that's what I like best.
She was my first Christian artist and Heart in Motion was my first cd. I've been with her from the Grape, Grape Joy of Jesus to Simple Things. It's too long to invest in someone to just give up (ironic - she invested a lot of time with Gary before she gave up...this is unsupportive of my point and will thusforth be dismissed as an argument).
I've been out to the Grant/Chapman farm a couple of times in my life. The first time, my parents had three free airline tickets to burn and asked me where I wanted to go. I chose Nashville for the sole purpose of stalking Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith. Yes, I have the coolest parents in the entire world. For three or four days, all they did was drive me around, looking for their houses. On the fourth day, hours before our plane was to depart, we stumbled across the farm. My mom jumped out of the car and hit the speaker at the end of the driveway and a lady answered. My mom apologized for bothering the person and then asked if they knew if Amy Grant lived nearby. The sweet southern voice replied, "this is Amy Grant." They talked until a buzzer went off and Amy told my mom to call back so they could talk some more. My mom did and they talked another minute and a half.
That's right. You didn't miss anything. I never got out of the car and never talked. This junior high girl was glued to the backseat in absolute awe, completely speechless. Hours later, I was kicking myself. Afterall, wasn't this the point of the whole trip?!?
When we got home, I wrote a three page letter to Amy, telling her how much I loved her, why I hadn't spoken with her on the speaker at the end of her driveway and ended with asking for her autograph.
I waited forever for that reply, checking the mailbox day in and day out for months. Nothing.
And then one day, there it was. A simple, plain envelope with a return address from Friends of Amy. I opened it up to find a little 3x5 notecard with her autograph.
Years later, my college communications department went to Nashville for the National Religious Broadcasters Convention. One of the college-geared activities was a trip to Gary Chapman's to sit in on a taping of his Christian countdown show. For some reason, he picked me out of the group and I ended up co-hosting the last 3/4 of the show with him. What an absolute blast!!! I will never forget it.
So, I'll always be a fan. They're a little part of who I am...the very sound of her voice makes me reminiscent of days gone by.
Ask me just how much I love you
You are starlight, I'm Galileo...
I saw Steve Jobs on Fox News when I was at work today and, even without sound, I knew they were doing a story on the big release that was held earlier this week. I knew that the particular b-roll they were playing featured Steve holding the new thing where you can buy a mac computer for $500 (lowest price ever), without having to get the monitor. I know all about the Griffin itrip, ilife, ipod socks and the ipod itself. I'm typing on a Powerbook G4 while I listen to an Amy Grant cd that I just downloaded into itunes.
Don't get me wrong. I like Maxine pretty well. It's hard to be jealous of such a dynamic lady. She's fun to hang around with. Just today, she told mic about a new Amy Grant itunes exclusive release. As soon as I have ten bucks to burn, that baby baby is mine. It's features include not only some original remixes, but also narratives from Amy inbetween every song. Ooh-lah-lah.
I would say that mic almost dislikes Amy as much as he likes Maxine, so I know it was probably difficult for him to pass on the good news. This just shows how much he still loves me.
Amy has had her moments. I was disappointed when she left Gary for Vince. I like Gary. He's fun to hang around with. But as much as I was discouraged and ready to give her up for good, I couldn't turn away because I love her so much. She doesn't have a showy voice. She's just plain Amy and that's what I like best.
She was my first Christian artist and Heart in Motion was my first cd. I've been with her from the Grape, Grape Joy of Jesus to Simple Things. It's too long to invest in someone to just give up (ironic - she invested a lot of time with Gary before she gave up...this is unsupportive of my point and will thusforth be dismissed as an argument).
I've been out to the Grant/Chapman farm a couple of times in my life. The first time, my parents had three free airline tickets to burn and asked me where I wanted to go. I chose Nashville for the sole purpose of stalking Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith. Yes, I have the coolest parents in the entire world. For three or four days, all they did was drive me around, looking for their houses. On the fourth day, hours before our plane was to depart, we stumbled across the farm. My mom jumped out of the car and hit the speaker at the end of the driveway and a lady answered. My mom apologized for bothering the person and then asked if they knew if Amy Grant lived nearby. The sweet southern voice replied, "this is Amy Grant." They talked until a buzzer went off and Amy told my mom to call back so they could talk some more. My mom did and they talked another minute and a half.
That's right. You didn't miss anything. I never got out of the car and never talked. This junior high girl was glued to the backseat in absolute awe, completely speechless. Hours later, I was kicking myself. Afterall, wasn't this the point of the whole trip?!?
When we got home, I wrote a three page letter to Amy, telling her how much I loved her, why I hadn't spoken with her on the speaker at the end of her driveway and ended with asking for her autograph.
I waited forever for that reply, checking the mailbox day in and day out for months. Nothing.
And then one day, there it was. A simple, plain envelope with a return address from Friends of Amy. I opened it up to find a little 3x5 notecard with her autograph.
Years later, my college communications department went to Nashville for the National Religious Broadcasters Convention. One of the college-geared activities was a trip to Gary Chapman's to sit in on a taping of his Christian countdown show. For some reason, he picked me out of the group and I ended up co-hosting the last 3/4 of the show with him. What an absolute blast!!! I will never forget it.
So, I'll always be a fan. They're a little part of who I am...the very sound of her voice makes me reminiscent of days gone by.
Ask me just how much I love you
You are starlight, I'm Galileo...
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