Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Another love taken to the grave
Another one goes right down the drain
I keep making all the same mistakes
Running out of reasons I can blame

Thought I had a heart of gold
Everything I touch turns to stone
Is it my fault I always end up alone?

Maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle or
Maybe I’m unlovable

Is there anyone left to believe?
Is there any good still left in me?
I keep slipping further underneath
I just want a love that never leaves

Thought I had a heart of gold
Everything I touch turns to stone
Is it my fault I always end up alone?

Well, maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle
Maybe I’m unlovable
Unlovable

Maybe I’m just difficult
Maybe I’m impossible
Maybe I’m just one step over the edge
You’re one foot out the door

Maybe I’m emotional
Too much to handle oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Maybe I’m unlovable
Unlovable

Maybe I’m unlovable

My 2 Cents –

It’s freaking valentine’s day…yeah I am leaving this and leaving it alone. enjoy your day.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After graduation
Mary Anne went out lookin’ for a bright new world
Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was Earl
Well, it wasn’t two weeks after she got married that
Wanda started gettin’ abused
She’d put on dark glasses and long sleeved blouses
And makeup to cover a bruise
Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care
Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda’s hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn’t take ’em long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin’ weak?
Why don’t you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain’t it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their hats and said, “Thank you ladies
If you hear from him let us know”
Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer
And summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land at a roadside stand
Out on highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don’t lose any sleep at night
‘Cause Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
We need a break, let’s go out to the lake, Earl
We’ll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl
Well, is that alright? Good! Let’s go for a ride, Earl, hey
Ooh hey hey hey
Ah hey hey hey
Well, hey hey hey

My 2 Cents –

Okay, Saturday was the 19th birthday for my youngest child. That means I am worn out and trying to get the blog done with no real energy. So, I went with another fun song. This one has been on my social media pages a lot lately.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Okay… the above art is not mine but the canvas is…lol that is my soon to be 19 year old about 5 years ago. The question is do you consider face painting an art? In the same vein as tattoo work?

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Well, I see ’em every night in tight blue jeans
In the pages of a Blueboy magazine
Hey, hey, I’ve been thinking of a new sensation
I’m picking up good vibrations
Oop, she bop, she bop
Do I wanna go out with a lion’s roar?
Yeah, I wanna go south and get me some more
Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine
They say I better stop or I’ll go blind
Oop, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she do, she bop
Hey, hey they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone
Hey, hey I won’t worry, and I won’t fret
Ain’t no law against it yet
Oop, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she do, she bop, she bop
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu bop
(I hope he will understand)
She bop, he bop, we bop
I bop, you bop, they bop
Be bop, be bop, a lu she bop
Oh, she did it, she bop
Oh, she did it, she bop

My 2 Cents –

My dudes I have a nasty sinus infection. I was tempted to just skip this day because I am so not feeling well… but my boyfriend suggested this as it is a fun song that is not offensive to the soul. So, rock on.

Pad day 19

Today the prompt was Myth of (blank).

Book Birthday!!!

Today sees the release of Handprints On My Soul. Thoughtcicles is already set up for Preorder, and Kid’s week will see the release of Not Just Another Danny and Attack of Shoe Mountain.
This is a busy couple of months for me, and I am so grateful that I am able to be here doing this. So, Today…I am going to say Thank you for letting me be me.

Pad day 17

Today the prompt was to write a risk poem.

Pad Day 4 and rambles

Today’s Prompt was a fill in the blank. “In the (Blank)”. Those that are my facebook friends have seen me trying to do to-do lists the last few days. They are never long…usually four or five items…but it wears me out. So I am fighting exhaustion and trying to celebrate my wins.

The laundry is caught up.

Dishes are nearly there.

Bathrooms are clean. (Well the two that I can get to)

The laundry room is clean.

All the clothes are folded…not put away yet, but folded.

My bedroom is halfway there.

Joe’s room is clean.

I have finished Layout on all but one of the Kid’s books for kid’s week(The final one is waiting on the illustrator. He had a cord malfunction and couldn’t send in the art yet. Poor guy)

I have started getting preorders set up for the kid’s week books. *Links will be in a post on the Fae Corps blog when I finish the getting of the preorder links….

I have written a poem a day for everyday in November so far and got a little bit of a word count in Sea Wytch.

I did my grocery shopping for November. And came in under budget.

I have started my christmas shopping.

I made it to therapy.

I have remembered my medicine over half of the time…(I set another set of reminders on my phone…seriously the only reason I remember to eat half of the time is the dizzy feeling I get when I forget.)

I have stayed Hydrated…

See I am killing this…even if there are days when my body says I am killing me. I created a to-do list for self care. So far it has morning and night meds, and art…(Therapist said art was self care!)

What did you do today? Let us celebrate the win together.

Tuesday…what more can I say?

The last couple of days have been a whirling shitshow. I am completely out of my routine. Today I am dealing with an enormous amount of laundry…and the various dishes that are actually normal for my house. I am squeezing in doctors appointments and errands. I somehow want to attempt to write today. I am an ambitious soul after all. The end of the month is coming quite quickly, and I have two anthologies and an indie author publishing in October.

I am already preparing for kid’s week – The first week in December. We have books planned by A.R. Clayton, D.W. Storer, C.M. Snow, Raz T. Slasher, and 2 by me. (One picture book and one middle grade). I feel like It is going to be a good offering this year. The first Call is out for the spring anthology. And I have submitted a poem and a flash piece of Serena’s to various places. Some things are just falling into place. I will let you know as I hear about the submissions and the results there.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Artsy Fartsy Let’s Discuss art

I feel like hiding under giant mushrooms and playing with the fae. Anyone want to join me?