Tunesday-Two Fer or Three


Today’s offerings are kind of a mish-mash of genres. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions today. Don’t know whether to dance, sing, write, cry, bitch, break shit or run. Who the hell knows, I might do all of those things. Fuck it, I know I will.

Let the music take you over. Remember, we are to feel music, not only listen to it. Happy Tunesday my lovelies.


I walked into the room, dripping in gold.


Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Want your, BAD ROMANCE.

I’m feeling like Billie Joe Armstrong Today


I’m having me a damn day. First off I’m an office manager. I gave both of my staff members the day off. Stupid thing to do on a Monday. But you know I’m a nice person dammit and sometimes I have to give them both the day off. One’s daughter got married last weekend, and the second she’s going back to college and she had to go see her adviser. These are super important life changes and by God I knew I could handle one day in the office by myself. Or so I thought.

First the damn stapler in the biggest and most used photocopier/scanner/printer jams and I had no fucking clue how to change it. I had to lay on the damn floor and yank as hard as I could to get the damn thing out of the machine. I had my colleague on my cell phone, talking me through the process. I sat there with hemostats and then ripped the broken staples out of the machine. Once that task was done, the photocopier/scanner/printer on the third floor jammed. After I fixed that one. The other one on the second floor ran out of staples so off I ran to fix that. Then a professor had last minute copies to be made, and I had to do that. For the love of God I was running around like a crazy woman. I kept smiling though, dammit! Actually I think I was maniacally laughing.

Then the calls from the family started coming in. The texts too. All about money, cell phones, cars, wedding plans, cruise questions, and money. And, and, and, and. I finally texted Roger Darling and said if you all don’t stop bitching about money I’m going to fucking run away!!!! He told me he should have worn more condoms! We were losing our ever loving minds. Because though we’ve only given birth to two children, we now have four. Because they have partners. Whom we dearly, dearly, dearly love. But they drive us just as crazy as the children we birthed.

I didn’t hear from anyone for awhile which was good because I still had my own work to do after I fixed every damn thing else that broke. I actually got a lot done. Thank God!!

True to form my Roger Darling texts and says babe I’ve got a solution, call me. So I do. I’m to meet two of our kids at the ATT store to get a new cell phone and he’ll meet the other two at Spirit Ford to check out  a used car. Leave it to my Roger to get it worked out. What would I do without him?

So now the day has finally calmed down, and we had dinner together. I think I’m going to go sit with Rogie on the couch and make out with him. He deserves at least a good tongue kiss for all the problem-solving he’s done today.

Here’s to a valium, good sleep and a good French kissing. G’night my sweet friends.

BTW I was in the pit at a Green Day concert a few years ago. One of the best fucking nights of my life!!!!!

I’m Turning in my Music Whore Card

As long as you love me
We could be starving
We could be homeless
We could be broke

As long as you love me
I’ll be your platinum
I’ll be your silver
I’ll be your gold

I have always fancied myself to be a music whore. I don’t usually like mainstream music. I mean, I do, but I like the obscure shit too. And don’t get me started on 80’s music. Love 80’s music! I’m not much of a pop princess. I think most of it is drivel.  And annoying! And loud! I’m all for loud, but the music has to be good.

Imagine my chagrin when I started singing along to a Justin Bieber tune. I have a real problem with parents that pimp out their kids and make them superstars at such a young age. I don’t believe he gets the chance to be a normal kid. I mean he appeals to young girls that really don’t know what good music is yet. All the while missing out on his childhood and teenage years. I don’t think it’s fair.

For some reason the song, As Long as You Love Me has become a lovely ear worm. When it comes on the radio, I crank it up. The chorus is the hook, for sure. It resonates with me. The lyrics are simple. Thus why they appeal to me. It kills me that the Biebs is the person singing it. Why can’t Billy Joe Armstrong from Green Day sing the song? Or Max Bemis from Say Anything. Why, oh why does it have to be Justin? And why, oh why do I have to like it so much? I even like Big Sean’s part and I HATE rap unless it’s Tupac!

So today I will admit that I like a Bieber song. It does not mean that I’m going to follow him on the road. Because, well, that would be super creepy! And I promise, promise, promise that I will never, ever write about Justin Bieber again! Please take my music whore card and give it to someone more deserving. Thank you.

I don’t know if this makes sense but
You’re my hallelujah
Give me a time and place
I’ll rendezvous it
I’ll fly it to it
I’ll beat you there
Girl you know I got you