Sing Along Time & TMI

I lost "my flower" with this echoing around my bedroom.

I gotta tell you what I'm feelin' inside, I could lie to myself, but it's true
There's no denying when I look in your eyes, girl I'm out of my head over you
I lived so long believin' all love is blind
But everything about you is tellin' me this time

It's forever, this time I know and there's no doubt in my mind
Forever, until my life is thru, girl I'll be lovin' you forever

I hear the echo of a promise I made
When you're strong you can stand on your own
But those words grow distant as I look at your face
No, I don't wanna go it alone
I never thought I'd lay my heart on the line
But everything about you is tellin' me this time

Yeah!

I see my future when I look in your eyes
It took your love to make my heart come alive
Cos I lived my life believin' all love is blind
But everything about you is tellin' me this time

Forever~~KISS

Sing Along Time

Good memories...

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass
What I really wanna know (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait

Santeria~~ Sublime

Irritated

Yesterday I mentioned a free concert -- Jimmy Buffett and Friends: Live from the Gulf Coast. The tickets were free and available this morning through TicketMaster.com and a handful of TicketMaster outlets starting at 10 am. There was a limit of 4 per household. The amount of tickets issued: 35,000. The concert sold out in 6 minutes. Now, the concert was to promote tourism on the Gulf Coast due to the current oil disaster now two months in the running. In short, a benefit concert.

Not one person I know got their nubs on a ticket including me. My TicketMaster account was up & I was pre-perched on the venue for the 10 am purchase time. As my timer tick tocked to he exact minute I begin the process - no tickets available. Within minutes of the concert "selling" out a set of 10 tickets were available on Ebay from a seller out of Canada for $1800.00. Did you get that? Eighteen hundred dollars for 10 tickets to a free benefit concert. There were also tickets on Craig's List but those listings were quickly removed.

Am I the only one who sees a small issue here?

The Good Things In Life Are Sorta Free

Our local boy Jimmy Buffett is saving the Gulf Coast. A concert is planned for July 1st, stage located at the Hangout in beautiful Gulf Shores, Alabama. Tickets are Free and 35,000 will be issued through TicketMaster, Kenny Chesney & the Zac Brown Band will be special guests, commemorative "not free" t-shirts will abound, 16 oz cans of LandShark beer should be in the hands of many.

"Fins to the left, fins to the right!"

Parrot Heads of the World Unite!

Man Candy Monday

His name is Nacho Figueras and I have a hunch he smells good.

And..

sometimes there are three tines in the salad fork. And sometimes --

I was observing an older couple a couple of days ago. An older over weight, children are grown, hoarding, home remodeling couple. As they meandered around their home I thought "man, I do not want to grow old this way". Then I thought about all of the older people I know --- days spent at the doctor, no real vacations, whining and crying about how poorly they feel. I don't want to grow old that way either. I think of celebrity type older people of the same age who somehow look fabulous and by somehow I mean money has helped purchase their appearance.

I have no idea where this post is going so I'll just get right into what I am trying to squeal about --- if you aren't in shape, young or attractive then what is the point of anything? If you are ugly, treat you a certain way. If you are fat, people treat you a certain way. If you don't believe me, scuzzy yourself up and head to the mall. If you aren't all sassy and dolled up the "associates" will look right through you. That's right ladies - if you want to go to shopping and want to have good service you have to dress up. Shallow but it is so the truth. Ninety percent of success is showing up but its how you show up. The ninner-ninner saying "I might be fat but your ugly and I can lose weight" holds water. You have to be both skinny and beautiful to be successful.

While I still have a smidgen of my winter coat and am no longer a spring chicken, I don't feel old but I know better. There is a passel of young men who come to my desk every morning. We chit chat, make fun of each other. We talk about grabbing a beer after work but I feel like their mother or favorite aunt. Its a disgusting feeling and I would bet an older man (regardless of weight or looks) would love a basket full of young girls ON his desk every morning & never twitch in the wrong way knowing he were old enough to be their grandfather. Now I know why we want to hold onto our youth, not so we we can live forever but so we can look good. Admit it ladies, when our bodies were forming & we were coming into our own, stepping out into the big bad world for the first time we could have whatever we wanted. My 20's were my golden years and I have mourned their passing for 5 years.

And...

Funny thing how a little color makes everyone look better - but the sun is bad for you, tanning beds are a natural disaster for any body and self tanners make you smell like bad cheese.

It appears to be more acceptable to be a drug user than be fat & ugly. Anyone know a dealer?

"The devil has put a pentalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat".
~~ Albert Einstein

Sing Along Time

An oldie but a goodie...

They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It

You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It

They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It

You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It

Beat It ~~ Michael Jackson

They Call Me The Breeze

The moon was high. The heat was bearable. A Bud Light Lime 16 oz aluminum bottle in one hand and the other swaying in the air. Black suede boots, tiger stripped crocodile boots, alligator boots, a Crazy Horse tattoo, lots of hair, sweat dripping from a fidora and American flags - I present to you :






Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
~~ They Call Me the Breeze, Lynyrd Skynrd

Sing Along Time

Love this song when sung by Stevie & Don but I found this version and I am in love even more.

Is love so fragile...
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...
Impossible to follow
You're saying I'm fragile...
I try not to be
I search only...
for something I can't see
I have my own life...
and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather...
Take from me... my lace
You in the moonlight
With your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me
And you were right
When I walked into your house
I knew I'd never want to leave
Sometimes I'm a strong man
Sometimes cold and scared
And sometimes I cry
But that time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow I'd get by
First time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow I would get by
Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather...Take from me... my lace
Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you to stay
Give to me your leather
Take from me... my lace
Take from me... my lace
Take from me... my lace

Leather & Lace ~~ Stevie Nicks & Don Henley

Get to Know Your Fellow Bloggers

In our second installment we'll go a little deeper. No, no deeper in the bottle. Geesh.

Adult beverage of choice? Very dirty vodka martinis - Ketel One preferably.

Straight up or neat? Straight up. Very straight up.

On the rocks or frozen? I don't care for Margaritas. Tequila doesn't make my clothes fall off, it makes me rip other's off & not in an ecstasy filled way but in a fist to cuffs sort of way. But when the pockets are near empty & $1.00 ritas are around, I'll take frozen.

Do you spike your coffee? I've been known to.

How do you nurse a hangover? Lay on the bathroom floor, in the shower or in the hallway outside of the bathroom. I puke, dry heave, pray, cry & promise to never, ever drink again if the pain will just go away. When the waves of nausea subside I'll sip a cold Coca-Cola from a can followed by Saltines. Then I puke, dry heave & start that process all over.

Your turn.

I Realize...

That as age comes upon me I become more set in my ways: If you aren't in a room, turn off the lights. Closet doors should be shut at all time. Toilet seats are down before flushing and after using them. Shoes off at the front/back door or at least wipe your feet. Inside, you wear house shoes of some sort -- furry, flip flop whatever as long as they are clean. No appliances on the kitchen counters. When the evening meal is being enjoyed no one should leave the table until everyone has had their enjoyment. The majority of my idiosyncrasies are NOT hereditary. They are my diseases and mine alone. My mom never made me take off my shoes, I did it on my own. The toilet seats were always up at our home but not by my hands, I always put them down. My parent's closet door was always open, mine was always closed. The way I clean I learned myself. When the kids in my neighborhood were out skipping and breaking windows, I was washing and re-hanging curtains and cleaning the windows. Now mind you, my parents were not pigs, I would have never allowed that. I quickly broke my dad from emptying his pockets onto the dining room table. I would take the items and hide them -- trying to teach the lesson if you put things where they are not supposed to be they will disappear.

I know what you are thinking - holy canoli, she's a perfect freak. Freak yes, perfect not. I have a habit of washing clothes, emptying the contents into the dryer, turing it on & leaving the items in the dryer for a couple of days - at least they are clean. I can not concentrate on one task before starting another - I will begin cleaning the baseboards and then see a spot on the floor, then the mirrors, then the dogs. I undeniably detest unloading the dishwasher.

The point in play: Bedtime nears. I need complete quiet, clean feet, stillness, absolute dark, to fall asleep on my side, full covers & a ceiling fan on full blast. My diseases, my behavior. I can't help it. Seems simple enough right? But what if your partner can sleep with the TV on, with no covers, snores, fidgets with their feet & legs and can have lights on directly above the bed? His diseases, his behavior. He can't help it. How is this even compatibility?

Oh yeah, one more - NO WIRE HANGERS. Pray for me.

Man Candy Monday

Would ya look at those dimples...I'll buy his insurance anytime.

Get To Know Your Fellow Bloggers

Some of us know our fellow bloggers better than others and some not so much. We give a brief description about our being in our profile that is usually some overkill hodge-podge of words and of course on-line we can be anyone, anything we choose because who is gonna know any differently?

Because its "who you know & not what you know" we'll start out slowly.

3 questions regarding our places of work:

What do you do? Sales/Administrative Support for an Anheuser-Busch wholesaler

How long have you been doing it? My journey in beer began in February 1996 - 14 years.

Do you love what you do? There was a time...


"Budweiser. Its what we do."

Ready...go.