A Personal Favorite

There is a certain someone (who will remain nameless) who had been speaking of some really awesome tunes and I just could not help myself but to share this one with my readers and hopefully this person.

Sugar We're Going Down

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it[x2]

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it[x2]

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round(Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down (down, down)Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

- Fall Out Boy

Liberator's 10% Off

Liberator. Hmmmmmm. Now is the time to allow that certain, hopefully dusty, part of your brain to kick in and work its dirtiest. If you can't exactly figure out what a liberator is then I would suggest that you log off now and just forget ever reading any of this.

The other day I was cruising down Ringgold, I can't seem to remember what my destination was or the reason for my trip, but I do remember the sign. It's a little way up Ringgold sitting on the right at a traffic light. Just sitting there. I've never really seen anyone go in either, so I am not quite sure how they keep the business up and running. But I'm sure they manage. It's called Elations, and rightfully so.

What really tipped me off to this place was the window display. It was an odd mix of some barely there Speedos mixed in with some whips and chains. I was surprised, to say the least, that they had multiple manikins in the window dressed in said garb. The reason for my surprise was a legal occurance back in Pennsylvania. There was a business of similar origin which I clearly remember being shut down for doing the very thing that Elations was doing. The newspaper commented that according to Pennsylvania codes one was not allowed to be able to see into the windows of said business. There was not to be any objects that might be for sale on display in the windows either.

Thus I found myself sitting at a red light on Ringgold peeking out the side of my eyes trying to figure out what the difference is between the codes in Pennsylvania and Tennessee. I just so happened to glance in my rearview mirror come to find an elderly couple staring into the windows. They seemed to be highly interested in the merchandise on display, and perhaps they were even enticed at the thought of becoming the ower of a liberator, especially at 10% off. Now that's an offer that's too good to pass up.

Props

I just have to give props to a couple of people that have really impressed me. My first candidate is Gabby who works at the Sanitary Cleaners on Ringgold Road. I met her this past Friday while picking up some scrubs that I had left to be altered. She is just one of those people who are so open and bubbly and just a joy to talk to. We swapped stories relating to the usual - who are you and where are you from etc. After discovering that I was from the North and that I am living here on my own, she gave me such encouragement and made me feel like I was doing the unspeakable.

My second candidate or should I say candidates are the Blue Angels. This weekend the Choo-Choo city is proud to present the annual airshow featuring the Blue Angels themselves. While becoming accquainted with Gabby we admired said gentlemen practicing for the show this weekend. These are men of some true talent. I can't help but appreciate too the fact that they chose to practice and then perform some of their air stunts directly over my house. Free of charge, I stood at my kitchen window this afternoon, in my pajamas and watched the boys shoot around the sky. It was awesome to say the least.

So without further ado, this round of applause is for you!

Good Things

I've been trying to steer myself from the path of pessimism and thus I have formulated this list of what I consider to be good things. Yet the more I think about it, the more I really have to consider them to be great things. So without further ado. . . .

1. Friend's whose husbands are mechanics
2. Movie night with the girls
3. CSI night at the Arroyo-Watson residence
4. Earl Gray tea
5. Philadelphia
6. Melatonin dietary supplements
7. Chicken Cannelloni
8. Authentic New York style cheese cake
9. Hugs
10. Notes - just because
11. Nursing
12. Nursing patients
13. A trusty ink pen
14. Quitting time
15. Clean car smell
16. Driving a manuel
17. Cruising in Wanda late at night in Georgia
18. McDonald's drivethru
19. McDonald's drivethru accepting debit and credit
20. Rocking chairs
21. Saying "Goodbye" to a jerk
22. Goosedown pillows
23. Ragababy
24. God
25. Singing
26. Bryan Adams
27. Billy Joel

I suppose that if I continued sitting here I could come up with a million things that I consider to be great. What's great to you?

Persistance In Vain

Persistance is a funny thing. When it is coming from an outside source it can almost be obnoxious, yet coming from within yourself it's almost as if it itself is tapping into your power stores and suddenly you have the will-power to accomplish the impossible. At least that's how it is for me. A few days ago I was indeed the subject of some hardy persistance and thus I could not resist the temptation to share the experience with my avid readers.

I was at the local car wash taking care of Wanda. She was quite filthy and it had become intolerable. I even went so far as to buy some new floor mats, a can of those ArmorAll wipes, and some waterfall scented air-fresheners. While vaccuuming out the crumbs and such which I really have no idea how they even got there I noticed the gentlemen in front of me, if you could call them that. They were of course some good ole' southern boys and thus to finish the cliche they were scrubing down their red Ford pick-up truck. The situation could not be more picturesque. Yet despite the task they had before them they seemed distracted. I followed their line of eye and discovered their distraction. About 2 sections up from me were what I would refer to as Ho-Cakes. I suppose I would consider them to be pretty but the fact that they were half naked with the added fact that I am a heterosexual really does nothing for me. Thus I really have no choice but to refer to them as such. Intentionally bending over their beat up Chevy they apparently were enticing enough for these young men. At the present I felt a little self conscious and wondered why they had not stopped washing their truck to watch me and Wanda. After all she is far better looking then any Chevy. With a sigh I just continued with my chore and quickly left.

About 2 hours later I found myself pulling into the local McDonald's parking lot. I had a craving and nothing by-golly was going to stop me from satisfying it. As I made the right-hand turn I noticed 2 young men in a pick-up truck behind me follow my path. As I pulled into the drivethru and listened to the hum of Wanda's 6 cylinders, my thoughts were interrupted by a whistle which came not but once, but twice. I peered into my rearview mirror and what do you know, Mr. Pick-up had all but fallen out of his truck trying to get my attention. As if the whistle wasn't obvious enough he then honked at me. I was beginning to think that there might be something wrong with Wanda, thus prompting them to get my attention. After I laughed a little more and then pulled thru to the pay window he made his final attempt. High beams. Yes you heard me right, highbeams. In broad daylight this fellow and his compadre flipped on their headlights. Without giving them a bit of attention I grabbed my food from the window lady and zipped off into the sunset.

I'd like to think that they were pursuing me, or flirting with me, or whatever you call it. For awhile I figured they were just trying to annoy me. But you must understand southern men, they have their ways and hopefully I was not wrong in my assumption. It just goes to show beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or should I say the Ho-Cake is in the eye of the beholder?

The Common Thread

It just dawned on me this morning that it might be in my best interest to blog something sometime within this next century before I start raking in the hate mail for not updating my readers on my ever exciting life events. Honestly though, there is really nothing to report. I feel as if the writer that once stirred within my soul has gone on a permanant hiatus. I have tired multiple times within the last month or so to write some poetry or anything really of literary significance only to find my attempts to be in vain.

It got me to thinking the other day about my poetry and how I really would someday like to publish it. While filing through the poems I have written I found that they all have a common tie, one which I really would rather not voice publicly. It's not that it is something embarrassing or of immoral sorts. I just can't believe the fool I am somtimes.

Now would be a really good time for me to recant some of the things that I said in a certain blog about a certain someone, relating to how much I cared about them. I'm sure that this feeling will pass in another day or two and I will want to echo the recant and once again proclaim my undying affections for said homosabien. Pardon the expression, but I really feel that it is suiting in this case. As I rethink matters I can barely think of this person as human. They really strike me as more of a primate then human. But then again that doesn't quite fit either because I've seen heartfelt emotional expressions come from even a primate. Oh such a predicament. But as I stated earlier, I'm sure that this feeling will pass. But for now, let's enjoy the change.