Neighbor’s guest drove right off the EDGE of their driveway!!
Texting and driving is simply NEVER safe!!!
Category: embarrassment
Practicing re-blogging?
I keep coming across such delightful writers and wanted to pass them on…
Hysterical!
She’s Baaack! Papa Osprey’s Welcome Gift. And a Storm Brewing.
Wonderful photos for us bird lovers!
http://theshamefulsheep.com/2016/08/here-i-am/
I just want to scoop her up and hug her!!
Now are those “re-blogs” or “pingbacks”?
I know, I know, take the dang wordpress class, right?
Song Lyric Sunday 8/28/16
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THIS WEEK, Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song about sex. It can be as subtle or as blatant as you’d like, just make sure to post warnings just in case there are sensitive eyes out there.
I knew immediately which song because for YEARS, I had to sit in the audience and watch my sexy guy and his band play a cover of this song. He was never finished working until 1:45 AM and by the time we finally got home at 3 or so, we were usually too tired to…uh, you know. So I worked out my “energy” when they played the song “Rebel Yell”. (We met in Natchez, Mississippi in high school so, even though the words are weird, this song seemed appropriate.)
As soon as the band started this song, James would come down off the stage, base guitar and all, and summon me to the dance floor to rock out with him while they played. It was delightfully embarrassing and all the girls thought it was cool that I got to dance with a Band Member. Hopefully, we weren’t too obscene in our public substitute for sex!
As for the “warnings for sensitive eyes out there”, EVERYONE, sensitive eyes or not, needs to prepare themselves visually for any Billy Idol video. What in the world were we thinking back then!!?
As usual, this song best if the volume is pumped up!!
Rebel Yell by Billy Idol
Lyrics by Google Play
Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said “Come on baby I got a license for love
And if it expires pray help from above”
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more
She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg
But when I’m tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he’s out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don’t mess up his hair
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I’d sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I’d give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
More, more, more
Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more
Written by Billy Idol, Steve Stevens, William Broad • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
PS Just so you don’t judge too harshly, these Gigs would always end with a slow song. Like
“Oh Darlin’ “, by the Beatles, so that I could go up on stage and wrap my arms around James from behind…and dance/sway with him as he played.
Narrow for WPC-ChosenPerspectives
NarrowThis might be a common response from those of us living in Washington State…I hear the word “narrow” and this is what immediately comes to mind. The Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
I have taken so many photos of this bridge over the years, way better photos than I show here…the towers disappearing into or poking out of thick fog, sunsets, etc. But these are my most recent ones, taken from Amtrak, on the wonderful train trip we took down the West Coast of the U.S.
This bridge symbolizes the unfortunate history of “narrow escapes” our state has experienced in so many ways. We have had more than our share of failed bridges, dropping cranes, falling overpasses, collapsed piers, crumbling tunnels and crashing tall-building elevators! So “Galloping Gertie” seems to fit right in with our local lore and legacy!
http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/tnbhistory/connections/connections3.htm
But this particular bridge is also really quite a sight to see at certain times of the year, or of the day for that matter.
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Song Lyric Sunday 7-10-16
Helen Espinosa poses this challenge each Sunday…
The rules are as follows:
- Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
- Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search
- Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
- Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
- Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
- Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process (Not sure how to do this one!!!)
Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.
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This week Helen asks us to relate a “guilty pleasure”, but other than the fact that I LOVE to sing along LOUDLY with ABBA, I don’t really have any. I love almost all music, unabashedly!
I do have a song though that I feel so guilty about!! And Helen’s music choice today about a hard to express apology made me remember it immediately.
Here’s the short version of the story.
Way back in the 90’s, I had a wonderful 16 year old stepson, J.P.,who in a heartfelt attempt to connect with me, gave me a CD for Christmas. I gushed my thank you but also judged the choice of music so harshly I never even bothered to listen to it. I mean, I like music but a group called the Goo Goo Dolls, give me a break.
A few months later, he and I are riding in the car and a song comes on the radio that blows my musical mind…the lyrics, the sound, the powerful hammering guitar BRIDGE that demands top volume, all of it! I asked my step son if he knew who was singing this poignant song and Oh my God, you guessed it, it was the Goo Goo Dolls.
He just said, “this song is the reason I gave you the album…” I made the lyrics connection to his life immediately. And I learned, painfully, the meaning of the words humility and chagrined in that car.
So my song this week is “Name” by the Goo Goo Dolls. Some of the things written about John Rzeznik’s life made me think of my own, especially raising my younger sisters.
Lead singer John Rzeznik wrote this about his childhood. He sings it to his sisters who raised him; both his parents died when he was young and his father was an alcoholic. The line, “We’re grown up orphans who never knew their names” reflects his past. (thanks, Caitlin – Yardley, PA) http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=656
Here’s my song for the week, dedicated to J.P. with BIG LOVE wherever he is now!
Name by the Goo Goo Dolls
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can’t turn away
Cuz all the dreams you never thought you’d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Got lost or thrown away
I still can’t turn away
Cuz all the dreams you never thought you’d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Got lost or thrown away
And now we’re grown up orphans
And never knew their names
We don’t belong to no one
That’s a shame
But you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don’t it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
We grew up way too fast
And now there’s nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name
I won’t tell em’ your name
Oooh, oooh, oooh
I won’t tell em’ your name
Ow!
I think about you all the time
But I don’t need the same
It’s lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won’t tell ’em your name
found a couple of interesting covers also.
uh-oh.
this can’t be a good sign…I guess I should look up more often…
Chosen Perspective on Abstract
AbstractMy friend Karuna calls it “leela”*
I’m house-sitting for friends. I’m searching casually at first and then as the days pass, frantically, for the stupid garbage disposal button. I don’t have a garbage disposal at home but this is a fancy place so I know there has to be one. Where is it though?? Not on the wall, in the cabinets, in drawers, under the sink, by all the other switches?
It is NO WHERE!!
Hmm, maybe this place is fancier than I thought so next I try talking to the garbage disposal. Hey, it could work….
Uh hello, Siri? Are you there? Oops, maybe it’s Cortana? Alexa? Someone? Can anyone please just turn on the dang garbage disposal?
Nothing and now I feel really foolish. I call James, resentfully. He designs and builds these fancy places so maybe he knows where this stupid switch would be.
He, of course, tells me to check all the places I have already checked. Then he says “text me some pictures so I can see what you are looking at.” Well, now I am pissed….but I do it.
Here’s what I am looking at. I send many pictures…
He’s no help.
I give up. I go outside to sit by the fancy pool to contemplate my next move. Should I stick my hand down in there to dig out the garbage? ICK, but it is starting to smell now.
leela?
Later in the day, here is what I finally see!!!
Hey wait, where the hell was THAT little button before???
*”leela”–Hindu word for God’s Play…..
Half-Light 4-That one Sunrise in Fiji
I don’t have the photograph of the exact sunrise, just the picture in my mind. And no words describing it will suffice so I’ll have settle for telling you the surrounding story.
Imagine yourself on a once in a life time trip, sailing in Fiji-not to the tourist places, but the remote islands of the Southern Lau Group. You are with your six closest people whom you dearly love to spend time with…a rare occurrence, so having 32 days together for this adventure is amazing.
Even with these kinds of friendships though, many years of working, traveling and vacationing together, conflict can happen. Though we were on a 90 foot yacht with plenty of room for all to be separate or connected-your choice-the early mornings were the hardest to share as we would all want to be above deck in the open (no canopy) to see the sunrises and have our various morning beverages.
People do mornings very differently from each other.
Those of us who liked to wake up slowly, in silence, were getting up earlier and earlier to beat the coffee-fed, spring-into-the-day people. I’ve always liked solitude at sunrise above any other time so I found myself setting an alarm so I could be up first to have my alone time. SETTING an ALARM…on a YACHT…in FIJI for god’s sake!!!
We were all therapists. Our life’s work was to teach people how to take care of themselves, and that everyone’s needs are important…so of course, we came up with a great new rule.
On deck in the mornings, “no one speaks until the person up right before you speaks”.
So all seven of us could be up on deck, coffee or not, meditating or not, and it would be silent until the first person awake spoke. And then in order after that, so the transition from silence to party-time was slow.
One one morning I was the first on deck and it was still dark out….as dark as it gets under those South Pacific skies. Don’t even get me started about the starlight. People talk about a “blanket of stars”, well our nightly view was more like a down comforter of stars.
But Half-Light was slowly arriving, bringing with it the beginnings of this morning’s Sky Show. It looked to be a good one. The next 15 minutes were some of the most profound in my life thus far. As I said before, no words will adequately describe the beauty and miracle of this particular sunrise so I won’t even bother and it’s my process I am needing to share anyway.
For once, I am sitting there actually hoping for the next person to come up on deck. I’m waiting, wanting, willing someone to hurry up and get here so they can see this. I know I won’t be able to describe it. You’ve seen one sunrise, you’ve seen ’em all, right? (Makes me think of the bumper sticker so popular in Hawaii a few years back-“just another shitty day in paradise”.)
By now, the sky is exploding into colors we humans have no names for, and it seems to be getting more intense by the second. Most mornings I fight off the feeling of intrusion and today I would welcome someone, anyone, just to share this with, to confirm my experience, to validate my conclusion that this might be the most beautiful thing that has ever happened in the history of the world.
Where the hell is everyone?
I am seriously frantic for company by now but unable to pull myself away to rouse my fellow travelers or the crew because I don’t want to miss even a second of this. It changes dramatically every time I blink.
THEY NEED TO SEE THIS!!!
I am about to explode in frustration…I know, on the deck of a luxury yacht anchored off a deserted island in Fiji..about as dumb as setting an alarm clock… so I take a few deep grounding breaths to calm myself and that’s when it happens!
Wait, for context, I need to own the following. At this point in my life, I had lived solely and enthusiastically for the purpose of helping others better their lives. I had been like this since I was three or four years old. I had been told I needed to stop always putting others first, to be healthily selfish, to take care of myself, but I had staunchly refused because, after all, I was “called”. What’s also true is I didn’t want to give up the joy and reward I experienced because of my stance in life.
So here’s what happens.
Watching the most beautiful sunrise ever, I hear a voice, no shit, a real voice, tinged with just a touch of playful sarcasm…God? My Dad? My Therapist?…I don’t know but it’s a voice….maybe even my own.
It says, “Relax Silly. This one is yours…made just for YOU.”
My whole personality changed that day in the Half-Light.
Easter Bunny near miss!!!
Looked out my living room window Easter morning to see THIS!!
It took three tow truck companies and finally a flatbed truck to save the car from its destiny of a crooked life!
Next door neighbor’s guest left late on Easter Eve and said she had to swerve to miss the Easter Bunny. (We do have a ton of bunnies around these days…)
I guess we are a pretty animal friendly community.
