Today's Set List

2004-11-22 02:53:57 ET Today's soundtrack (Aside the aforementioned lyrics) goes thus: Running Down the Dream - Tom Petty Rosalita - Bruce Springsteen Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows Mr. Mom - LoneStar Dust on the Bottle - David Lee Murphy

Yow!

2004-11-22 02:30:38 ET What can I say? The man's got magic hands... All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You ~ Heart(Robert John "Mutt" Lange) "It was a rainy night when he came into sight Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night All I wanna do is make love to you Say you will you want me too All I wanna do is make love to you I've got lovin' arms to hold on to So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note I told him I am the flower you are the seed We walked in the garden we planted a tree Don't try to find me, please don't you dare Just live in my memory, you'll always be there" 1 comment

Good Grief

2004-11-16 12:40:04 ET The other day, my best friend sent me a forward. Here are two of the entries of supposedly true doctor stories. They made me crack up. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room, when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined that the atient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, "Keep off the grass." Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said, "Sorry, had to mow the lawn." and finally... A new, young MD doing his residency in OBwas quite embarrassed performing female pelvic exams. To cover his embarrassment he had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom he was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassed him. He looked up from his work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener". ~Dr. wouldn't admit his name 1 comment

Wanderlust

2004-11-05 11:57:11 ET Fighting wanderlust again? There’s so much to see in this world. In this, my own country – If going out be truly going in Why don’t we go – Step into our car and out of ourselves and be truly in the world – A part of nature as nature intended, not just a part? I should like to gaze into the heavens from below the majestic aspens; hear the rush of America’s great falls – be taken a step back by their force. Take my picture, dressed in flowing white against the impressive, red-hued backgrounds of Arizona. Mark a place in history with me. (Let’s blow all our money on one Linhof Master Technika Just to take that picture and remember.) Come – take my hand Explore with me! Don’t be afraid! Let’s go! Now – immediately – We’ll only take the camera, the little $ we have left and maybe a change of clothes – Let’s go now before the world slips away; Before our eyes are too old and grey to see the colours and our limbs are too feeble to climb the redwood trees! I’ll put a Pacific dogwood flower in my hair and we can dance on white sands to the incessant calling of sea birds. Let’s build a home in a Douglas Fir! Listen… the mangroves and yellow crab spiders are calling! Let’s hide away among the oak fields and make love beneath the cottonwood trees! We were made for something greater then retail… I’ll learn to draw and you can film our adventures Only when we’re good and ready we can settle down In a little home somewhere; Our children will come barreling into this world Full of life and hope and awe and we will hold the evidence of life fully lived. "Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, with joyous music wake the dawning day! Why sit we mute when early linnets sing, when warbling philomel salutes the spring? Why sit we sad when phospher shines so clear, and lavish nature paints the purple year?" ~ Alexander Pope "Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues." ~ Phillip Brooks

Quotes and Lyrics of the Day

2004-11-05 02:29:59 ET Some Quotes and some lyrics to fill the mood. A poem to follow later. "Alot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same We're beating out of time City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Sign misleading to nowhere" ~ Greenday "She's a rebel, She's a saint, She's the salt of the earth, And she's dangerous, She's a rebel, Vigilante, Missing link on the brink, Of destruction From Chicago, To Toronto, She's the one that they, Call old whatsername, She's a symbol, Of resistance, And she's holding on my, Heart like a hand grenade... She sings the revolution, The dawning of our lives, She brings this liberation, That I just can't define, Well nothing comes to mind" ~ Greenday ********************************************** Come Away With Me ~ Norah Jones "Come away with me in the night Come away with me And I will write you a song Come away with me on a bus Come away where they can't tempt us With their lies I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof While I'm safe there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me"

Becuase you need to see it to believe it

2004-11-01 10:05:35 ET http://www.bad-candy.com/candies/chamoy/ 1 comment

He just makes me glad

2004-10-19 02:40:53 ET Glad All Over - The Beatles "Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love A-one little kiss from you And I feel glad all over Ooh, baby, hot dang, Gilly, it's silly But I'm glad all over Yeah, the goose pimples, baby, 'cause I feel so good When you cuddle me like you do And I feel glad all over Ooh, baby, I'm a rock-gone puppy and I'm happy And I'm glad all over Your touch goes through me like electric wire Never though of make love It don't take much looking to see what I've got But it shows, yeah, it shows Come on, honey bonnie, give me one more time Every time you do Well, I feel glad all over Ooh, baby, hot dang, Gilly, it's silly But I'm glad all over Yeah Try to tell you how I'm cooking inside When we're cheek to cheek My temperature's low, the fever is high I can't speak, I'm too weak Well, come on, honey bonnie, give me one more time Every time you do Well, I feel glad all over Ooh, baby, hot dang, Gilly, it's silly But I'm glad all over Hot dang, Gilly, it's silly But I'm glad all over Well, hot dang, Gilly, it's silly But I'm glad all over" 2 comments

Haiku

2004-10-18 02:33:37 ET Elderly Couple Receiving A Blessing Shining grey eyes hold secrets we can never know until time passes.

Thank God their gone...

2004-10-14 09:33:25 ET What a hellish day.... The kids were...well, they were kids. Every 30 seconds, someone felt the need to tattle on someone else...they're acting like it's Christmas and it's still October...I could just cry. And I heard it's supposed to rain/snow this Saturday...dammit. I need a stiff drink and a nap...or perhaps just some hardcore, partying. I seriously can't wait for this week to be over. I need some _serious_ TLC (hrm...and a lager). 3 comments

Romance

2004-10-07 10:18:28 ET OK, so I admit it. I'm a country music junkie. I've only got one foot out of the closet. **sigh** Anyway, I was just listening to the radio and they played my two favorite, romantic songs, right in a row. Now they're stuck in my head... Woman With You ~ Kenny Chesney "She hit the door, 6:55 Sack full of groceries split down the side Canned goods scattered all the way to the curb Look on her face sayin "don't say a word" So it's me and her and a can of beans Sittin there on the front porch swing A western sky all turnin red Head on my shoulder, she sighed and said I've been gopherin, chaufferin, company chairman Coffee maker, copy repairman Anymore there ain't nothin I swear man That I don't do I been jugglin, strugglin, closin big deals Dancin backwards in high heels Just when it feels like I can't make it through She said, it sure is nice to just be the woman with you She said, the girl I was with a business degree Probably wouldn't recognize me I was gonna run the bank, I was gonna run the math Now all I wanna run is a bubble bath Back then, ya know, I had this plan Before all this reality set in Here comes life, boy, ready or not Hey, I wanted it all and that's what I got Cuz I'm gopherin, chaufferin, company chairman Coffee maker, copy repairman Anymore there ain't nothin I swear man That I don't do I been jugglin, strugglin, closin big deals Dancin backwards in high heels Just when it feels like I can't make it through She said, it sure is nice to just be the woman with you She said, I'm gopherin, chaufferin, company chairman Coffee maker, copy repairman Anymore there ain't nothin I swear man That I don't do I been jugglin, strugglin, closin big deals Dancin backwards in high heels Just when it feels like I can't make it through She said, it sure is nice to just be the woman, the woman with you The woman with you" Put Your Best Dress On ~ Steve Holy "Put your best dress on, Tonight, we're gone. It's been way too long, Since we've had a night to ourselves. Been around touchin' me: C'mon, babe, we'll have the time of our lives. I wanna be holdin' on to you, The way that I used to. Just like it was before the world rolled in between us. I know it fits like a glove; Slip into it, zip it up: Baby, put your best dress on. Put your best dress on, You know the one we bought down in Rio. We're not gonna come back home until the sun comes up. So whaddya say? Just you an' me, fall in love, When the first song starts to the last dance. I wanna be holdin' on to you, The way that I used to. Just like it was before the world rolled in between us. I know it fits like a glove; Slip into it, zip it up: Baby, put your best dress on. Oh, an' after this evenin' is over, An' when it falls from your shoulders, I wanna be holdin' on to you, The way that I used to. Just like it was before the world rolled in between us. I know it fits like a glove; Slip into it, zip it up: Baby, put your best dress on. Slip into it, zip it up: Baby, put your best dress on. Put your best dress on." 3 comments

Turn, turn, turn

2004-10-07 02:22:26 ET America Singing ~ Walt Whitman "I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs."

Grumble...and a throw back

2004-10-05 11:09:28 ET Men stink. Ok. Not all men, and not all the time literally, but still. Last night, I was completely befuddled by a man and his behavior...once again. (Already he is probably reading this and shuddering, knowing what's coming next. Too bad. Maybe someone will shed some light on it for me.) So, about a week ago, I loaned my boyfriend a cooler to use on a "trip" he was taking. Having had the item returned in a timely fashion I was pleased; until I got home and actually looked at it. Not only was its once pristine, white styrofoam sides now muddy and gross, but it had a huge gash taken out of the side. Grumbling to myself I resolved to ask him what war he took it through and why it looked the way it did. The answer I got was...I left it outside over night. Ok, fine. But I had to go and ask why. Why? Because he was too tired to remember to pick it up off the outside steps and bring it in the house that I would imagine was less than 10 feet away. When asked how the gash got there the answer was "I don't know". I said, was there food in it over night? No. It was an empty cooler. I just don't get it. Can someone please explain to me how any of this makes sense. The male logic is eluding me. All I know is the irrational sense of a woman's mind. So, I'm left thinking "that's nice. I can tell how much you respect me, by how you treat my things." And I'm not really sure that's a fair assessment of the situation. I'm sure that there must be some other explanation that I'm missing. Either that, or, it is a correct assessment. And I don't really want to think about what that would mean. The same man who told me this story, then asked me "What else did you get me for my birthday?" For some reason, this seems a bit ludicrous to me. Anyone else? Oddly, I get the impression that this is going to be a common refrain in my life and I'm disturbingly OK with that. Grumble, grumble, grumble, sigh.

Good grief...

2004-10-05 02:25:18 ET Seriously, I know I talk about it alot, but morning radio in this place just kicks ass. I haven't heard this piece in forever!!!! It was funny to listen to it while driving down pot hole infested streets... Convoy - Paul Brandt "(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck, you got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.) (Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.) (Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy) It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June In a Kenworth pullin logs Cab over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin hogs We's headed for bear on eye-one-oh About a mile outta Shakeytown I says Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck And I'm about to put the hammer down Coz we got a little old convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a little old convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA Convoy (Ah, breaker, Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?) (Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so) (Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here) By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall to wall Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck We about to go a-huntin' bear Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a great big convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA Convoy (Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?) (Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close. Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy's sakes you better back off another ten) Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four Like a rocket sled on rails We tore up all of our swindle sheets And left 'em sittin' on the scales By the time we hit that Shi town Them bears was a-gettin' smart They bought up some reinforcements From the Illinois National Guard There's armoured cars and tanks and jeeps And rigs of every size Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears And choppers filled the skies Well we shot the line We went for broke With a thousand screaming trucks And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus In a chartreuse microbus (Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?) (Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?) (Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get) Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore Prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a doggone dime I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck We just aint gonna pay no toll So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I says Let them truckers roll, ten-four Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a mighty convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA Convoy (Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA? Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well mercy sakes good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your ......tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. buh bye)"

Disturbing developments

2004-10-04 09:46:21 ET So, it's been almost 2 years since I graduated from college. My old roommate still knows my daily routine like the back of her own hand. My best friend has moved to Germany. I'm still dating the guy I dated in college (happily so, might I add). I've a good job and decent financial situation (I use "decent" very losely.) Still, I'm a bit disturbed. After a conversation with my loving boyfriend on Saturday night I realized that I remeber very little of my college experience. This is not due to the fact that each day was spent in a drunken stupor either. I just seriously don't remember hardly a thing that happened to me. I remember going there and bits and pieces...but important things that I was apparently there for and took part in and some of them that I'm told even centered around me, I just don't remember. I told my old roommate that it's like looking at a checkerboard. There are so many black spots where memories should be. I swear they were there like a week ago. The boyfriend keeps telling me that I'm trying too hard and that the memories _are_ there, I just need to have them sparked. I'm utterly befuddled as to why I can't remember anything. It's very strange, confusing and scary. I'm not sure what to make of the whole thing. There are stories that people tell me that I'm like...ya that happened. I know it did. But I can't conjure up a mental picture for anything. I just don't get it. Anyone got any ideas? On a completely different note: Got left this lovely text message from the man today: "have a good day honey, and I'll meet you further on up the road." He's so rad. And the apparent quote of the day is: "dearly beloved are you listening? I cant remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or are we disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse" ~ Greenday 3 comments

In honor of my physical pain

2004-10-01 02:35:44 ET Give Me Novacaine - Greenday "Take away the sensation inside Bitter sweet migraine in my head Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind I can't take this feeling anymore Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming, Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright Tell me that I won't feel a thing So give me Novacaine Out of body and out of mind Kiss the demons out of my dreams I get the funny feeling, that's alright Jimmy says it's better than here, I'll tell you why Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming, Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright, Tell me that I won't feel a thing, So give me Novacaine Oh Novacaine Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright, Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing, So give me Novacaine"

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