Head on over to The Uncontainable Truth for my latest post on misheard lyrics, Garth Brooks, and how many times we get things wrong.
I based this post on both the (above) picture I took while in New Orleans this past June, but also on a hilarious moment between Sara Beth and me in which we both realized we had completely misunderstood the lyrics to Garth Brooks's "Papa Loved Mama." Not only were there misheard lyrics involved, but we completely missed the point of the entire song. Papa killed Mama! He murdered her DEAD, yall! I had no idea.
It makes me think about all the other times I've been totally surprised to find out I was dead wrong. It's happened quite a few times in my life, and especially when it comes to how I think about people and what I think about God.
On another note, I have lots to talk to you about, and as usual, I've been neglecting my blog. I've recently been to Vegas, Austin, Pittsburgh, and Atlanta, and my Golden Birthday (30 on the 30th) looms ahead. I also got to see ole Garth's show while in Vegas, which has been a highlight of my concert-going career. I'm looking forward to sharing with you soon.