I remember a song from a while ago, some lady bitching, where have all the cowboys gone.
I say,fuck the cowboys. Wheres all the Popeyes?
Not that i have anything against cowboys, i dont. I didnt like broke back mountain, but ive had lots of friends that were cowboys.
Now back to Popeye. The words hes most famous for... " I am what I am, and thats all that I am!!" No shit huh!! Where is that guy today?
Id like to think im at least close. Im me, if you dont like it, kiss my ass!! I gotta give that one to Uncle Ted. But hes right. there aint one person on this planet whos got a right to ask me, or tell me to be anything other than who and what i am.
Any takers?
If there is, I hope you're ready for a shit storm. I am who I am, and I aint changin'.
What I dont get, is that everyone loves Popeye for being Popeye. So, why cant people do the same for each other? I know I do.
There's some people in my family that think that the man ive grown up to be is somehow wrong because im not the party 24-7 super freak they all loved. Or at least tollerated.
Guess what people, we're all human, and subject to change, be it location, age, marriage, children,occupation, the list goes on and on.
I say to any and everyone who wishes or wants to change someone in your life, whether do to love or even just well meaning....
....Piss Off!!!! We're all on this planet to live our own lives. Leave me to live mine, and as always, I will leave you to live yours.
Really, cant we all just get along?!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Shock Treatment
Does anybody remember the Ramones?
Gimme Gimme shock treatment?
Been suffering for almost a week from poison ivy, oak, or sumac, not sure which, but it sucks. Well a little Hawaiian dude that I worked with suggested a scolding hot shower, I thought Ouch, but tried it anyway.
Half way through the shower, the only thing I could think of was the Ramones singing Gimme Gimme shock Treatment. As much as the hot water hurt, I do think it helped.
So, maybe the Ramones were onto something, the electroshock therapy or just hot water, they were onto something.
So for anybody who may be handed some strange yet almost believable advice, try it, just might help. Helped me.
If all else fails, remember one of their other songs, I want to be sedated, that also works.
Gimme Gimme shock treatment?
Been suffering for almost a week from poison ivy, oak, or sumac, not sure which, but it sucks. Well a little Hawaiian dude that I worked with suggested a scolding hot shower, I thought Ouch, but tried it anyway.
Half way through the shower, the only thing I could think of was the Ramones singing Gimme Gimme shock Treatment. As much as the hot water hurt, I do think it helped.
So, maybe the Ramones were onto something, the electroshock therapy or just hot water, they were onto something.
So for anybody who may be handed some strange yet almost believable advice, try it, just might help. Helped me.
If all else fails, remember one of their other songs, I want to be sedated, that also works.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Nostalgia
I've always known I have an emotional attachment to songs/music. As a teenager, I of course wanted to be a rock star. That did'nt happen. In recent years I thought about music production, or somthing along those lines. I love music, always have, always will.
Well, I drive a forklift for a living. So apperantly the music biz just aint for me. I'm ok with that. Really. I have a good life with a great family and a few good friends.
Music, however, has not lost it's grip on my heart.
Today started like any other day. Coffee, dishes, went to town, came home and had lunch. While preparing supper with my super awesome wife, I put on some music. The band was D.A.D. Not that it really matters. Anyway, theres a song on this particular cd that I dedicated to my wife ( my Queen) that I cant even sing out loud without tearing up a bit. When that song came on we stopped cooking and just held each other while I softly sang into her ear.
I'm such a fucking sap! I'm almost tearing up now.
Funny, I used to be a tough guy.
Sorry, I got a little carried away there.The point of this whole thing is that I have emotional attachments to so many songs I hear. Right this moment I'm listening to Meatloaf. Paradise by the dashboard light. I remember being 14 years old, hanging out with my oldest daughters mother. Years before she was concieved. Yet so clear.
I need to thank a friend of mine for not only the cd playing now, but also the one that has the song I dedicated to my wife. He's an english fella with a kinda dry sense of humor, but a good heart. It does'nt hurt he's married to one of my very best friends.
Sorry, got lost again.
The point is it does'nt matter what I listen to.
CCR reminds me of my Dad. Skid Row, Great White, Babylon AD, and Iron Maiden, remind me of my less than productive, teenage years. So forth and so on. Garth Brooks and Crystal Gayle remind me of my Mamma. Metallica for my big brother. Janis Joplin, and Tori Amos for my little sister.
So pop in a cd, or put on a record you haven't listen'ed to in awhile, and enjoy.
Hope it's as good for you as it is for me.
Well, I drive a forklift for a living. So apperantly the music biz just aint for me. I'm ok with that. Really. I have a good life with a great family and a few good friends.
Music, however, has not lost it's grip on my heart.
Today started like any other day. Coffee, dishes, went to town, came home and had lunch. While preparing supper with my super awesome wife, I put on some music. The band was D.A.D. Not that it really matters. Anyway, theres a song on this particular cd that I dedicated to my wife ( my Queen) that I cant even sing out loud without tearing up a bit. When that song came on we stopped cooking and just held each other while I softly sang into her ear.
I'm such a fucking sap! I'm almost tearing up now.
Funny, I used to be a tough guy.
Sorry, I got a little carried away there.The point of this whole thing is that I have emotional attachments to so many songs I hear. Right this moment I'm listening to Meatloaf. Paradise by the dashboard light. I remember being 14 years old, hanging out with my oldest daughters mother. Years before she was concieved. Yet so clear.
I need to thank a friend of mine for not only the cd playing now, but also the one that has the song I dedicated to my wife. He's an english fella with a kinda dry sense of humor, but a good heart. It does'nt hurt he's married to one of my very best friends.
Sorry, got lost again.
The point is it does'nt matter what I listen to.
CCR reminds me of my Dad. Skid Row, Great White, Babylon AD, and Iron Maiden, remind me of my less than productive, teenage years. So forth and so on. Garth Brooks and Crystal Gayle remind me of my Mamma. Metallica for my big brother. Janis Joplin, and Tori Amos for my little sister.
So pop in a cd, or put on a record you haven't listen'ed to in awhile, and enjoy.
Hope it's as good for you as it is for me.
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