One of those days

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Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

Since Halloween is next week – I thought I would…
There are a few songs that I equate to holidays and when I hear this song, it mean Halloween is here!
It was also my theme song during my teenage Goth years. Don’t ask for photos – I’ve destroyed them all!

Artist: Ministry
Album: 12” singles

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well I live with snakes and lizards
and other things that go bump in the night
cos to me everyday is halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight
well any time, any place, anywhere that I go
all the people seem to stop and stare
they say 'why are you dressed like it's halloween?
you look so absurd, you look so obscene'

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
it's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world

well I let their teeny minds think
that they're dealing with someone who is over the brink
and I dress this way just to keep them at bay
cos halloween is everyday
it's everyday

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o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
I'm not the one that's so absurd
why hide it? why fight it? hurt feelings best to stop feeling hurt from denials, reprisals
it's the same it's the same in the whole wide world

I HAVE A CONFESSION

I have a confession to make. I am having a relationship with another man. Well, actually, this is my second time doing all this. I know, I know, you're shocked. But I don't think I'm the only man having this kind of relationship. You know, the kind when every morning you wake up wondering if that will be the day your man works his magic. The kind your neighbors know about and you don't even care. The kind you might even want to flaunt a little.

It all started last year. In early spring I met a handsome younger man named Mike in Trader Joes. We talked and agreed that he would come over the next week. We didn't say it out loud, but we knew just what would happen when he got there. Then it became a regular thing. He faithfully provided his services on a weekly basis, and he was all I needed. And he was so attentive. Sometimes I'd come home in the evenings to find that he'd stopped by during the day to see me, and that he'd left me a little note in the mailbox. The best part was that he never said no to anything. Never! Whatever my imagination could come up with, he was willing to try. Once he even suggested bringing another guy, but I had to draw the line there.

Then he suddenly stopped coming around. I called and called and left message after message. But he never returned my calls, and I never heard from him again. I started missing him, and every day when I walked up the sidewalk to my house after work, I would just know that he hadn't been by that day. I started to lose hope I'd ever see him again. I started to have….needs.

A month went by, and I hadn't heard from Mike. I had seen my neighbors talking and pointing across the street at my house. They must have been wondering what was going on. My friends realized something was wrong and asked me about it. I told them all about Mike. My friend Bob surprised me by confessing that she too had been involved with a younger man, and that his boyfriend had even condoned the relationship! Apparently his boyfriend was so busy with his career that he didn't mind when Bob arranged for someone else to be responsible for all the things he used to do. Bob suggested that I call Al, a man he had known in the past. "Trust me, he's great!" he whispered as he slipped me his phone number.

It felt a little strange to call him, but like I said, I was really starting to get desperate. I called and when his wife answered the phone, I hung up immediately. The next time I saw Bob, I asked him what to do next. "Oh, don't worry, his boyfriend knows why you're calling. Call him back, it'll be fine. In fact, he can probably tell you when he's available."

So I called Al's number again. And this time when his boyfriend answered I didn't hang up. I told her that Bob had given me Al's name and number and that I needed him right away. Props to GNAA. He calmly told me that Al would stop by next Thursday, and asked me for my address. Feeling embarrassed, I gave it to him. At this point, I was willing to do anything.

That next Thursday was one of the best days of the summer! Bob was right — Al really was everything he'd said he was. And he was much, much better than Mike.

We kept up our relationship for the rest of the summer, even into September. Once the heat of the summer had passed, our relationship faded away. I got one note from him in October, and that was it. But just a couple weeks ago, in the beginning of spring, I got another letter, and then I came home one day and could tell he'd been by. I am not ashamed to admit that I have every intention of continuing my relationship with Al this year. After all, he is the best landscaper around, and my lawn has never looked better.

Slumberparty

Third-Grade Slumber Party A Snakepit Of Machiavellian Alliances

Source: http://www.theonion.com/

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

A little known fact about me: Garth Brooks and I are from the same home town. In fact, while growing up, I most likely referred to him as "one of those redneck goat ropers" My sister has undoubtly many memories of Garth -- She was... shall we say, free in her younger days!
Anyway, garth recently came out of retirement to release a song about Chris Ledoux -- a rather famous cowboy and country singer who recently died from cancer. It's a great song and demonstrates that talent that has given Garth the title, "King of Country"

Artist: Garth Brooks
Song: Good Ride Cowboy

From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming,Where life's woolly and wild,Came a Navy brat in a cowboy hat,An' that Copenhagen smile.And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks,He always sang a cowboy's song.An' we were much too young, havin' too much fun,As we all sang along.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
(Take a ride).
From gold buckles to gold records,Once again he was spinnin' 'round.Took the whole world on,And he turned us on to that Western Underground.An' from Bareback Jack to This Cowboy's Hat,The songs were stronger than his pain.An' he would not slow down from town to town,Like children runnin' through the rain.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.When that whistle blows an' that crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.Yeah, when she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight, let me have it:(An' just LeDoux it.)When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
When we cross that river Jordan,With St Peter on the other side,Singin' good ride, cowboy, good Ride.Say good ride, cowboy, good Ride.

Tooth Fairy

So my son lost his first tooth.
It has been loose for what seems like an eternity. I was as eager with anticipation as he. I tried to get it out one night – I ended up with a 6 year old who was ready to bite if I put my hands in his mouth “one-more-time!” So we waited.
He was at the neighbors and it just magically fell out – unfortunately, it bounced under their dishwasher. He came running home, standing at the front door with tears in his eyes. “There was no tooth for the Tooth Fairy” His devastation was obvious. I had to think quickly; so I told him, “It’s okay, well leave a note for the Tooth Fairy and se can go next door and get the tooth from under the dishwasher herself.” He liked the idea.
So that night, I had him write the note:

Dear tooth fairy
My tooth is under my nebors(sic) dishwasher.

The next morning the note was gone, and in its place was a shiny silver dollar. Indeed she had come, read the note and retrieved the tooth.
Life is good.

Picture day is Friday – with one missing tooth.
Magical, simply purely magical.

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Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

What’s up with me and the Sheila E?
Maybe I’m becoming a bottom?!?!?! Wouldn’t the other-half be surprised about that??? Huh?
Oh Well, evolve or extinct! That’s my philosophy

Okay, this song makes my white-boy hips wanna do things that white-boy hips aren't supposed to do. I was sore the following day after I heard this number.

Artist: Sheila E
Album: Romance 1600Song: A Love Bizarre

A-B-A-B-C-D-The moon up aboveit shines on upon our skinWhispering words that scream of outrangeous sin.We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreamsIt gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.A strawberry minda body that's built for twoA kiss on the spinewe do things we never do.Swallow the pride and joy of the ivory towerWe'll dance on the roofmake love on a bed of flower.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.The moon up aboveit shines on upon our skin. . .That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre. . ..

Job Search

It has been rather hush-hush, but I have been looking to see what is out there for me. I was a little skeptical when I first started, but my resume was tight (I learned that word from the 6 year old) and my function within an organization is unique. In other word, I’m very marketable.
So, quietly I began sending out my feelers. It was just a day before I hit something. So I thought – I’m not really interested in the company because of geographic issues – their in Mission Viejo and I’m in Long Beach, but I thought, “I’ll check it out anyway.”
So I had a meeting to determine fit within the organization – This was very promising to me because, in my experience, only good companies have these types of interviews. That went very well. Next was the technical interview. For some silly reason, I always go into these feeling a little inadequate. I met with 6 people, I know I blew each one of them away. At one point I was asked, “Would you do it this way or that way?” I replied, “Neither, Here’s a third way that is much better.” I knew from the look in their eyes that at that moment that I owned the interview.
An offer would follow within days.
This was a great company. I can tell that. The interview was as much them getting to know me as it was me getting to know them. I was VERY interested.
That evening I went home and talked about the possibilities with my better-half. He had some significant concerns:
1. A new job requires more than 8 hour days – at least at first.
2. With the commute factored in, 12-14 hour days would be likely
3. I’m still in school – which takes my time.
4. Sometimes, I put school before him, and with a new job, that’d be something else that would periodically rate higher on the priority list that he does.
That was the death nail for this new possibility.
I already feel guilty about my school commitment – which he supports me on 110%. But to ask him to move further back in line is not fair.
In being dazzled by possibility, opportunity and intrigue, I was neglecting to see the wonderful, amazing and unfailing thing I already had. In effect, I took him for granted.
The next morning, I called my contact with this great corporation and kindly retracted myself as a candidate. I explained my reasons – honestly. It was obvious they were disappointed but understood. The call was ended, by then saying, “If you change your mind at anytime, please let us know.” That felt good.
But I’ll always wonder how much $$$ they were willing to pay. My estimates were 25-40% higher than my current salary. I guess I’ll never know.
Regardless, my other half’s needs and happiness are much more important than 25-40%
And will always be.

Heavy subject matter

BIFG ALERT
Why is it that when I’m driving to work and see an anti-abortion or prolife sticker on a car, the driver is usually male? WTF? Has he pushed 8lb 7oz out his willy? I look in these male driven cars and I HAVE NEVER ONCE seen a car seat! Again, WTF?
Oh yeah, I just remembered, there’s no car seat, because his loving wife is at home, barefoot and pregnant and brainwashed.
UGH I f*ckin’ hate this B.S.
As a man, I don’t give a shit if you – a woman -- can or can’t have an abortion, furthermore, I don’t have those body parts and those hormones and all the other things that go along with it. So where do I get off on telling you what you can and can’t do with your body???
Religion you say? God doesn’t want abortions.
WARNING: Religion is a personal thing, if you chose to make a PERSONAL BELIEF a driver for PUBLIC POLICY, then your religion will receive the same scrutiny politicians receive. If that bothers you, go back in the church and shut the door!
Finally, if the nominees for the Supreme Court change R vs.W, then my question to every angry, upset women is this, “Who did you vote for in ’04?” If you answer Bush, you’re gonna get smacked in the mouth and told to get back in the kitchen where you belong.
END BIFG ALERT

Food for Thought

"I never allow people to hurt my feelings or insult me. No matter what they say, I never take offense; because, the deeper my offense, the shallower my faith." -E. Stanley Jones