Lyrics of Life

There's just something about music that moves me. I can hear a song and instantly be taken back to a certain time and place in my life. I can hear a song and it makes me think of a certain person. I can hear a song and tears mysteriously well up in my eyes. I can hear a song and just want to sing and dance.

I've always been surrounded by music and can feel the white noise when it's not there. I grew up with my mom always having some country music playing in the dining room. I remember how we used to stay up really late on New Year's Eve listening to the Top 100 countdown and trying to hit the tape recorder at just the right moment so we could record our favorite songs to listen to all the time. I've grown to love a wide variety of music but my roots still go back to country. There are a whole lot of people that poke fun at country music, but there's something magical in the lyrics of those songs. They tell stories that touch our souls. And for me, they often become theme songs that describe where I am in life.

I've always thought it would be interesting to make "soundtracks" every couple years to capture the songs that describe times in my life...but I'm a procrastinator and never get that done. However, there are certain songs that would make the soundtrack no matter when I created it. So step aside Casey Kasem, here's the Top 10 Theme Songs for my life (in no particular order and probably not even really the top 10...just 10 of the top):

• Settlin' by Sugarland: As a single at 36, this song struck a chord the first time I heard it. Might very well be my ultimate theme song. I'm definitely not settlin' after waiting this long.
• Life Ain't Always Beautiful by Gary Allen: This song is so on the mark that I get tears in my eyes just about every time I hear it. Not much else to say, it's amazing.
  
• One More Day by Diamond Rio: There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about my grandparents. And even though I had a special time with each of them within a month of their passing, I still wish that I had one more day so that I could tell them how much they mean to me and to tell them goodbye.
• Small Town Girl by Kellie Pickler: I've lived in several places...all bigger than my hometown. But I'm a small town girl to the core; and that's all I'll ever be...all I ever want to be really.
• I Can't Unlove You by Kenny Rogers: Every relationship I've had has made an impact that will last forever. While the song nails my first love, it also relates to how dear I hold the memories of the other relationships I've had.
  
• Small Town Kid by Eli Young Band: The words to this song are so true it's almost scary. And while they all ring true, I love how it says "I like simple, not complicated." That couldn't be more true for me.
• Happy Ending by Sugarland: "It's why we sit in the movies all the way to the closing scene" is my favorite line of this song. I guess I romanticize life at times and I'm always thinking that things will work out for the best; we're all headed toward a happy ending.
• Where I'm From by Jason Michael Carroll: I cracked up the first time I heard him say "gave their children grandmother's maiden names" because that's been my plan for many years. Just hope whoever I marry is game with that.
• Don't Forget to Remember Me by Carrie Underwood: Living several states away for so many years, this song explains many of the thoughts that went through my head. I laugh when I hear "even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright"; moms know everything and they can hear right through your words.
• Never Be One by Alabama: This has been a theme song pretty much all my life. I am Daddy's little girl and as I grow up in this world, I always look back and try to hold on to the days of our past.

All in the Name of Fun

While I was growing up, if I would have asked anyone to make a list of 10 adjectives to describe me...I'm guessing that "competitive" would have made the list. Maybe it's because I'm an overachiever, maybe it's because I'm short, or maybe it's because I'm a middle child. Regardless of the reason, I'm amazed at how non-competitive I've become! Sometimes I wonder if I just got burnt out on competition. Between showing cattle, 4-H and FFA offices, awards and competitions, and other school activities, I seriously wonder if I just had enough of it.

This isn't a new ponder, I've thought about it a lot over the last few years. But it once again entered my mind a couple of weeks ago when a group of us went bowling. Oh man, the bowling alley was exactly as I remember it from when I was growing up. They even still have those black balls with the red and blue triangles that we used to learn to bowl! And every time I got up to the lane, I could hear my Grams telling me what to do..."move over a board, reach for that arrow, you're turning your wrist, you have to follow through...". And I'm glad she wasn't there because she would have been so disappointed in the number of pins I knocked down (or didn't knock down is more like it)! But I had the best time, I just laughed all night, and didn't really care how bad I did! We even bowled a game where every frame we did something crazy like bowl with your other hand, bowl with your eyes closed, bowl between your legs, and bowl backwards (Grams might be rumbling right now that we messed around at the alley!) But it wasn't at all about winning or losing, it was about having fun. And that we did.

I've still got a competitive streak, especially when it comes to board games (and cheaters), but for the most part I've really been amazed at my preference for staying out of the limelight. Where I've really noticed it over the last few years is in my professional life. It's somewhat important to be involved in the professional organization, hold offices, serve on committees, and get awards...but I don't really have any interest in doing so. A funny thing happened a few weeks ago when I presented my research at a national meeting; I won second place in the poster division and really didn't even know it was a competition until right before the meeting! I know it's all going to be important the next time I look for a job in the profession, but right now I'm pretty content with the awards from way back when that are tucked away in a box, probably getting dusty and tarnished.

It's Iowa and We Don't Grow Potatoes

When you grow up in Iowa, you get really used to meeting people at national conferences and having them say "oh yah, Iowa, where they grow potatoes." And always you think, "no that's Idaho, get your geography right." It wasn't too complicated, all we had in Iowa was corn, beans, pigs and cows. But these days Iowa agriculture is becoming pretty diverse and lots of niche markets have surfaced. But the one thing that blows my mind is how many wind turbines I can see when I leave our farm. We harvest the wind! They've been doing it forever in California and the west; but who would have thought Iowa? I know they're doing good for this whole 'go green' movement; but my jury is still out whether I like the way they fill up the north central Iowa countryside. I guess I have way too much of my father in me...image has a lot of influence on decisions I make and things I accept. I'm sure I'll just need to get used to the turbines because they are here to stay. Wonder what will be next that I'll just need to get used to.

Where I Come From

As I was preparing to move back to Iowa, it seemed like people generally asked me one of two questions..."who are you going to hang out with?" or "what will you find to do for fun?" I wasn't particularly worried about either of these things because I knew what was in store. When you grow up in rural America...you know how to make due with what you have and you get creative in finding ways to entertain yourselves. I love to think back to the days when empty grain bins served as playhouses and crusted mud puddles made the perfect fake brownies and we performed like Dorothy Hamil on the frozen ponds. But yesterday I was reminded of just how crazy we can be to find fun things to do. We pulled out our bicycles and headed to Perry for the BRR ride. Rain or shine or blowing snow, this ride takes place every February. I guess it's intended to give us a little cure of our cabin fever! Lucky for us, Mother Nature brought out the sun and some 40 degree weather for the ride from Perry to Rippey...only she forgot to calm the wind as we rode into it the whole way. We joined about 3000 other people in having a blast on a winter day just dreaming of the week we'll spend on RAGBRAI this summer. It's the little things that get you through the winter. And I guess we have been raised to enjoy life and make the most of every situation.