I Had Totally Forgotten This Great Song!!!

Rocky Burnette - Tired of Toein' the Line

The night of the 15th I could not fall asleep. I just couldn't. Stressed out, worried, whatever. So... I'm laying there in bed running through the channels over and over. There was nothing on to watch. I can never figure out why that should be. I mean, we gots over a hundred stinkin' channels. There should be something at least passably interesting to watch at 2 in the morning. Wouldn't you think? But there isn't. So... I started running through the Music Choice channels, which most of you know are the music channels you get with your cable hookup. No videos and way too much crap, but they do play some good music. My favorite channels are the classic rock, soul, disco and country channels, as well as the decades channels: the 90's, 80's, 70's, and the golden oldies channel that plays some 60's and 50's. Anyway... While I was laying there trying to fall asleep and not succeeding, they played this old Rocky Burnette song. I remembered it right away. It was one of my favorite songs that year. I love the way he kinda has that little cryin' thing going on, or the little hiccough going on. Wiki him. I was blown away by how much I DIDN'T know about the man. Him and Billy Burnette, either. No way you can classify this guy as a "one hit wonder". No freekin' way. Anyway... it is a great song.

Uncle Charles Update: Tina called today to say that all 9 of his doctors crammed into his room and ran her out while they poked and prodded him and gave him a good going over. His bowels seem to be starting to function again, which is a relief. They say he will be going home tomorrow or Friday. So I guess I will going up to TN this Saturday. I will be there until the following Saturday or if Pete does like we'll do going up and spend the night Saturday and him and Thomas drive back home Sunday, then I will be home the next Sunday. I think that is the smart thing to do. I wouldn't want to sit in a car for 7-8 hours, get out for an hour or two and then jump back in and go another 7-8 hours in the car again. I'm fairly certain that will tire Pete out way more than he could stand. He's not up to full steam yet, no matter what he thinks. I hate the thought of leaving Thomas down here by himself for the whole week. But I guess it will be a good test for him. We'll see how well he does with his responsibilities without me here to remind him when he'd rather forget. I'm nervous about the whole thing. I shouldn't be such a freekin' chicken. I'm scared of the drive up there, more scared of the trip they will take back without me. Pete will drive faster without me in the car and driving in the mountains is dangerous. I'm scared of how Thomas will do without me here. I'm scared that Pete and he will fight while I'm gone and Thomas is way bigger than Pete and stronger, too. And if Pete does something stupid like tell Thomas to take his best shot at Dad, like he did a couple of years ago. Stupid move. Thomas wasn't going to, but Pete told him to again, and he don't understand that Thomas takes things quite literally. He didn't want to do it, and he started crying, but when Pete told him the third time to take as good a swing at old Dad as he could, Thomas did. And he cried and he ran to his room and locked the door and hid in the dark. And Pete got his glasses broken and his pride hurt and a bloody nose. And I was so mad at him for putting Thomas thru that cause Thomas doesn't understand what just happened or why his Dad wanted him to hit him. It was a heartbreaking scene for me. The closest I came to leaving Pete since we've been back together. I explained to him that if anything like that ever happend again I would have to take Thomas and go live somewhere else, but... he may try it again just cause I won't be here. He's kinda sick and twisted that way, sometimes. And I worry about it. I know taking care of Charles is the right thing for me to do. It's what I have to do in order to continue being comfortable with myself. He's family. I have obligation to the elders of my family to try to help them and care for them when they are having hard times. Do I not? How would I feel if I didn't go and he didn't have anyone there to watch after him and he fell down or tried to lift too much and he injured himself and possibly died because of it. What would that make me? A murderer? Basically, because I know his need and if I don't try to help then at best I am being neglectful. Oh well... I'm going, that's all I can say. I will go and I will do my best for him. That is all I can do. Anyway... must get some sleep. Have to go shopping some more tomorrow. oops, it's today already.

Peace. Have a Great Night Everybody!

How come he gets the break?

Senator Vitter won't testify in sex case

None of the other regular Joe's got off so easy. How come only the guys who no one ever heard of had to testify? Aren't their lives, careers, families just as important as David Vitter's? As the other government type guys who used this service? What gives. I smell a double standard here, don't you?

Who's bitter?
Me? You betcha! Of course those of us who are against the war, don't like the Bush policies (or lack thereof) and who have less purchasing power than we did 7 years ago are bitter. You'd have to be really stupid to not be feeling something negative about the way the world is trending right now. What's the big problem? Some people just can't handle the truth, I suppose. And others are apparently offended by it. And although I proudly voted for Hillary in the Georgia state primary; and although I still have hope that she will be the Democratic nominee so I can vote for her in the general election; the woman is beginning to get on my nerve with the way her campaign is being run. Surely she is smarter than that. What does that Penn guy have on her that she's hung with him for so long? Stupid move. And what's with Bill? I love Bill. I always will, he was a wonderful President. I've never been happier, had more enthusiasm, felt more general feelings of well being and hope as I did when he was running the show. But the man has got issues. Lately I have been wondering if he truly wants Hillary to be President. I think he's afraid that if she gets elected she might prove to be even better at the job than he was. He certainly seems to be working not for her nomination but against it. He needs to go sit down and keep his mouth shut. Or else, just stand there beside her with a vacuous smile on his face like most other political spouses (women) do.

Poem To A Horse - Shakira
You're to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin' on your daily dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way

I'll leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do

I'll leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

Oh My God! Have you ever seen a finer set of eye-teeth?!

This is a picture of Chad Little. The man was killer in the NASCAR Busch Series back in the day (mid to late 90's). Seems he was winning every race, or in contention to do so. Took a strange road to stock car racing fame. He was from Spokane, WA (where my great aunt Mary lived). Went to law school but never practised. Just went straight into racing. Weird, eh? Then he got a job driving the 97 John Deere car for Jack Rousch in the Cup series. He got the R&D car and never was in the running for any wins. Jeff Hammond (see my blog "You Sexy Thing...") was his crew chief at the time. I don't think they ever really hit it off. He works for NASCAR now, since he doesn't drive anymore. (Gave it up in disgust, I think) He's done most of the work getting NASCAR races in Mexico and Canada. He's one smart cookie. And he's so damned handsome. I always just wanted him to bite me on the neck. I mean really... just look at those teeth... Have you ever seen a sexier mouthful of teeth on a man? He did a TV show after his driving days were over, then started working for the powers that be at NASCAR. I miss being able to see him on a weekly basis. He's damn sure pretty!

Uncle Charles Update:
Just got a call from Tina. He's been down getting pictures taken all morning. They've been taking one every 30 minutes. They think he has an obstruction in his small intestine. They don't know what it is just yet. Hence all the pictures. The usual course of treatment for something like this is: 1. insert a tube and try to compress it and get it to pass on thru. 2. more surgery. Tina sounded scared. I'm sure she is. Wish I could be there for her. I can't. And I feel guilty about that.

Adam Ant - Puss 'N Boots

This one was always one of my most favorite Adam Ant songs/videos. Who ever came up with his videos sure had a lively, fun loving attitude. I wonder if it was himself?

This concludes today's program. Please join us tomorrow (or some other day) for another riveting episode of "What Am I Doing Right Now".

Good Bye.

Get Your A$$ Up And Walk!

This is the song that I usually start my walk with. If not the first, then somewhere in the beginning of my routine.


Pantera - Walk

From there I may go anywhere from KC & the Sunshine Band and Brothers Johnson and Wild Cherry to Guns and Roses or Dwight Yoakum or Patsy Cline or Janis or Red Hot Chili Peppers, or whatever. Toward the end of my walk when I'm getting tired I usually play this next one:



Pantera - Cowboys From Hell

The drums really help me get to the end. The way the drums and guitar are dueling at the end is terrific. I love it. Always gets me excited. No matter how many times I listen to it.

Having said that... I did not take my walk today. Wimped out. BUT... I told Pete that since Thomas now has all his game stuff upstairs that I'm going to put my treadmill in the front room with my stereo, so I can do my walk anytime I please. Like right now. I could be taking a walk right now, since supper is all done and everyone is winding down for the day and no one needs me for anything. But no... the man has gone to bed and since my treadmill is in the bedroom... you guessed it. I CAN'T TAKE A WALK!!! Really chaps my a$$, to be blunt about it. I want a ME room. A room with a frickin lock on the door! A room where I can go hide away and do my thing, whatever that thing is. Oh well. Putting the treadmill in the front room is a start I suppose. I'll be happy with that.

Must get busy taking pictures of the new cheeses I bought so I can start cutting on them and tasting. I really went wild on my last shopping trip. I got Smoked Gouda, Smoked Cheddar, Smoked Provolone, Australian Cheddar, and a French cheese that is cow and sheep's milk mixed. That Provolone smells so wonderful I can't wait to try it. I think I may break in to it tonight. The thought is making my mouth water. I think I'll go do that now. G'nite all.

I said take it easy Baby

I worked all day
and my feet feel just like lead.




Elvis Presley - Bossa Nova

You got my shirt tail flyin' all over the place,
and the sweat poppin' out on my head...

Okay... I had to do that. One of my favorite Elvis songs. Well, they nearly all are, but... you get my point, right? I was doing the laundry today and it was hot and I was being cheap by opening the windows and not turning on the AC. Sweat started dripping off my nose, and I couldn't stand it. Finally had to put on the AC. While I was standing there with the iron in my hand and the steam rising and the sweat dripping, this song popped into my head. So... in honor of being hot and sweaty and having to maintain an activity that you'd rather not be doing... I thought I would share the song with you. Hope you enjoy it.

Sugar update: it's fine. Been in the normal range for the past week and a half to two weeks. Only today it was 203/176. I think it was the wretched cookies Thomas and I ate yesterday. Damned things didn't even taste that good! Next time I splurge I'll make sure it's something I really, really want.

Damn! Just got off the phone with Tina. She's up in TN. Uncle Charles is still in the hospital and he isn't doing very well. She just got up there this evening and went straight to Nashville to the VA Hospital where he is. He's not getting up and walking like they want him to and he's having complications because of it but he says he's in too much pain to walk, he feels like his guts are going to fall out. That's what Tina said he told the nurse. She said they cut him from right below his breastbone to below his belly button. They had to take out more of his small intestine. He's not able to go because the pain meds are making his insides "sleep" (the doctor's description). They are trying to ease him off the morphine, but it's going slowly. I have no idea when they will be letting him go home. Tina is going to be there for this week then I guess I will be going next week. Or she might take two weeks, she doesn't know if she can. She's had training as a care-giver, I haven't, so if he needs extra special care it would be best if she could be there. I don't know nothing about it except how to dispense meds properly and basic cleaning and bandaging and how to sterilize things... Not looking forward to that part of it, I can tell you. Tina asked me what I was going to do if the cleaning of his wounds and all made me sick. I told her that if it made me sick I would just have to make sure I had a bucket nearby. HA! I mean, what else am I gonna do? He's my uncle. Family. I'm one of the younger members of the family, it's time for me to take a turn at helping out some of the older ones. I haven't ever been a position where I was able to do for others before. Now I am, sort of... my duty, my obligation, my need to be there. I just wish Pete wasn't being such a whineybutt about it. Like as tho if his sister needed him he wouldn't go. Or if his nephew or niece needed him he wouldn't go. I think he would. And if he wouldn't... well, that would just mean that he wasn't the person I thought he was. He would be someone I wouldn't want to associate with, much less be married to.

Anyway... Did mucho ironing today. Trying to get my things in order. I cleaned out my dresser drawers and made a start on my closet. Found things I'd totally forgotten I had. Doing things like that can sometimes be like a little mini-Christmas. It was actually a bit fun. The cleaning out part, not the ironing part...

Frank called this evening and wanted to know when he could get Thomas for a visit. I wanted to tell him never, but didn't. Thomas likes to go down there. He likes to see his half-sisters. Who am I to say he shouldn't? Pete always wants me to argue with Frank and get all worked up and upset. ??? I have never figured that out. When I don't he always fights with me and gets ugly and makes me cry. It's like... like... he figures that if I won't get upset by arguing with Frank that he'll argue with me and make me cry, but BY GOD! I'm going to cry one way or the other. It happens every time. Every single cotton picking time. It has never NOT happened. I don't understand it. From there it escalated to a rant on my poor housekeeping skills, my failure as a mother to teach my child any thing worth while and then ended with the usual litany of: I am a horrible person, I never listen to him, I never make him feel appreciated, that all I do is take and take and take and never give and oh, I don't know what all. The only thing that kept me from feeling like I wanted to kill myself tonight was the injustice of it all. The unfairness of it all. Frankly, he just pissed me off. I was actually too mad to feel suicidal. I guess that's a good thing, eh? He's such a dick. If I didn't love him so much I would be out of here so fast his neck would snap with the velocity of his head spinning. Oh well... no one said life was fair. In fact, I believe I remember my mother telling me that life was not fair and that only stupid people expected it to be. God knows I'm stupid sometimes, but I guess not that stupid.

Anyhow, then after I finally quite crying and got my sinuses back into some what working order is when Tina called. She'd just left the hospital and was making her way back to Smithville. She's going to go back first thing in the morning. More power to her. I wish her luck. Charles will probably make her cry. She's a faucet that never stops flowing, just like me. I hate that I cry so easily, and I know she does to. But she'll have to get stern with him to make him get up and walk and he'll speak harshly to her and she'll cry and he'll get disgusted and then he'll feel guilty and then he'll get up and walk, just like he knew he would before he made her cry!!! Guys. Sheesh! I'm not feeling real favorable toward them at the moment. Guess I'll end it here. Must hit the hay. Have lots of stuff to do tomorrow and every day this week.

Good night.

A propo of nothing...

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today...