Archive for April 2nd, 2009

“It’s Just Like a Mini-Mall!” (+ Lyrics)

Hahaha, a friend just showed me this video and I can’t resist posting it. It is absolutely hilarious! Ellen DeGeneres even thinks so. She featured this local commercial for Flea Market Montgomery on her show. I just can picture her grooving to it! Haha.

It’s really a smart strategy when you think about it. It’s so catchy that you find yourself singing it in your head, or grooving along to the commercial. And it’s so ridiculous that you’re not likely to forget it! Haha. Well done, Sammy Stephens!

Lyrics:

Living rooms, bedrooms, dinettes, oh yeah
You can find them
At the market
We talkin’ ’bout Flea Market
Montgomery

It’s just like
It’s just like,
a Mini… Mall

Oh yeah
Come shop, with us
I said Flea Market
Montgomery
It’s just like
It’s just like
a Mini-Mall!

Hey Hey
You heard me
Come Shop

Living rooms, bedrooms, dinettes,
We got it
You need it
You’ll find it
It’s just like, It’s just like
A Mini-Mall

Hey Hey You heard me,
Come shop
I said Flea Market
Montgomery
it’s just like,
it’s just like a mini-mall,
Hey Hey

Living rooms, Bedrooms, Dinettes,
Oh yeah
You can find them,
At the market,
We talkin’ ’bout Flea Market
Montgomery
It’s just like, It’s just like
a Mini… Mall

Hey Hey
Don’t Stop
Let’s make it a dance
Come on now

To the left (to the left)
To the right (to the right)
Let’s do this dance
To the left (to the left)
To the right (to the right)

Let’s make this a dance
Flea Market
Montgomery
It keeps you a jumping

It’s just like, it’s just like
a mini … mall
Check it out now, everybody
Like this now

Hey Hey
Flea Market
Montgomery
It’s just like, it’s just like a mini…mall
Don’t stop, let’s dance
It’s just like, it’s just like a mini-mall

Let’s bring it on down now
Ah yea, i know you’re going to like this
Come on now
– it’s just like-
You know what i’m sayin’
– it’s just like-
You know what i mean
– it’s just like-
You know it
So why don’t you come on and say it
– it’s just like, it’s just like, a mini mall! –
Ah yea, you said it
It’s just like, it’s just like a mini MALL!
Ah yeah
You like this
Come on now
Flea market

I’m Not Who I Was (Brandon Heath)

So I was listening to a random stream of Christian music on Imeem.com, and this song, “I’m Not Who I Was” by Brandon Heath, came on. At first I really got into it because I liked the blend of the drum beat, guitar riff, and the light touch of piano in the bridge and chorus. I found myself getting happy from it. But it wasn’t until the second time around that I actually listened to lyrics and realized he was talking about forgiveness, and in particular, a specific someone he had struggled to forgive. This immediately made me think of my dad.

I didn’t post on here, but about a month ago, I took a step forward in our relationship by forgiving him for hurting my mom, which has hurt my brother and me. In that step, I also reassured him that I love him. I think he could have easily questioned my love for him given the way I have treated him.

Earlier in the semester, I spoke with a psychologist about my family and she told me that I am “too identified with my mother” and “too involved in their marriage.” Well, I knew the second was true, but I had a hard time accepting the first assessment because I felt that I had sided with *right behavior,* not a particular person. After all, I did (and do) criticize my mother when I think she has said or done something out of line toward my dad, my brother, or myself. But in talking with her more and hearing the very defensive statements that came out of my mouth, I realized that she may have a point.

I think I have put my mother on a pedestal because she has always gone over and beyond in performing her role as a mother and in showing us her love. She is more often than not the parent who displays what I would call righteous, or Godly behavior, which I defend. But the fact that I feel so intimately involved in their marriage has definitely made me feel pressured to pick a side, choose an alliance.

I try not to blame myself for this fault because being a teenager, it was hard not to feel caught in the middle. But my mistake in siding with my mom made it very difficult for me not to see his relationship with her as a reflection of his relationship with me; his sentiments toward her as a reflection of how he felt about me.

I think I realized this a while ago, or at least a partial realization because I remember asking my mom to stop talking with me about the details of their marriage because it clouded my perspective of my relationship with my dad. I remember that I felt so guilty when I asked her this because I felt like I was betraying her by wanting to know the person who has caused her so much pain.

But I praise God for where He has grown me. Being older and more mature in Him, I can now separate her relationship with him from mine. She still tells me details. She can’t help it, and I know this. She needs someone to talk to, and now I honestly am glad to be there for her because I can handle it. I have finally realized and accepted that just because their marriage is strained doesn’t mean that my relationship with him has to be strained. I shouldn’t ever feel guilty about accepting his love when he’s willing to give it. He’s her husband, not mine.

There’s more I’d like to say about my relationship with my dad, especially since I made a very important realization of another mistake I made growing up. I am so grateful that God is revealing to my my own faults. For so long I looked at him and blamed him, instead of turning the mirror on myself and realizing the hurt that I was doing to myself! God, You are magnificent! I love growing in You!

I am so glad that every day I can say with greater confidence that “I’m Not Who I Was.”

I wish you could see me now
I wish I could show you how
I’m not who I was
I used to be mad at you
A little on the hurt side too
But I’m not who I was

I found my way around
To forgiving you
Some time ago
But I never got to tell you

I found us in a photograph
I saw me and I had to laugh
You know, I’m not who I was
You were there
You were right above me
And I wondered if you ever loved me
Just for who I was

When the pain came back again
Like a bitter friend
It was all that I could do
To keep myself from blaming you

I reckon it’s a funny thing
I’ve figured out I can sing
Now I’m not who I was
I write about love and such
Maybe ’cause I want it so much
I’m not who I was

I was thinking maybe I,
I should let you know
That I am not the same
But I never did forget your name

Hello

Well the thing I find most amazing
In amazing grace
Is the chance to give it out
Maybe that’s what love is all about

I wish you could see me now
I wish I could show you how
I’m not who I was