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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Hot damn!

Just when I think I've figured out where everyone in the room is standing......

I have been listening to the 'Wicked Picket' for a threesome of decades.  Knew this ditty well, but not enough to know that it was himself.  How did I not see? 

"When you need some lovin', call on me. Eight six seven five three oh nine."

Every single day, I got a heartache comin' my way
I don't wanna say goodbye 
Baby but look at the tears in my eye
I don't wanna say goodbye 
Mama but look at the way you made me cry
Every way that's nice
You show you've got a heart that's made of ice

And I know

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes, to make a poor man's heart break
A poor mans heart break

Baby you turn me on
But as quick as a flash your love is gone
Baby I'm gonna leave you now 
But I'm gonna try to make you grieve somehow

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes to make a poor man's heart break
A poor man's heart break
And my heart is breakin' too

(ahh yeah)

(alright)

I don't wanna say goodbye baby
But look at the tears you made me cry
Every way that's nice 
You show you've got a heart that's made of ice
And I know

Fire and water must have made you their daughter
You've got what it takes to make a poor mans heart break

Fire, fire and water must have made you their daughter
Baby you've got what it takes to make a poor man's heart break
Heart break

Baby and my heart is breakin'
Ohh my heart is breakin'
Ohh listen

I'm Only Happy When it Rains

Well, not really.  I much prefer the sun, and water beneath me.

A good friend, who is sometimes known as Mr. Rock and Roll, sent me this bit.  More songs about rain than I would have thought

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=esEdC0c3YI4

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Of Wooden Ships....

....and Iron Men.

There are times when I imagine that I'm pretty.  Indeed, I'm told as much from time to time by those who love me.  I think they mean in a manly way of pretty, not as I see myself in my imagination.  Like this:

That, and I have some envy of women of their being able to do things such as what is depicted above with one another.  I did have some experiences like that when I was very young.

The reality of it hits me when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror from the other side of the room on my way to the shower.  My arms are the size of some people's legs.  Mind that it's not by accident.  I work to keep them like that.  Size does have it's advantages. Sadly, looking good in a dress ain't one of 'em.

This is not me, but not too far off the mark.  Sans tats.


Monday, November 4, 2013

Sign your name....

A petite Italian I know got a tat this week.  I've known her for many years.  Back when we were teenagers, she'd reach into my shirt, grab as much of my chest hair as she could get and yank it out.  I never got the hint.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=DxQsTEAiB0o