Wake up everybody!

Everything old is new...timeless lyrics...


Wake up everybody no more sleepin in bed
No more backward thinkin time for thinkin ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be so
there is so much hatred war an' poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say
Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands
when you teach the children teach em the very best you can.

Chorus
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me.

Wake up all the doctors make the ol' people well
They're the ones who suffer an' who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long before the Judgement Day
So won'tcha make them happy before they pass away.
Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it if we all lend a hand
The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind
Surely things will work out they do it every time.

Repeat Chorus

4am blues

Alas, the holiday is over and I am wide awake at 4am on cup of java numero uno. I haven't decided if my blues are just the wistfulness of another year of that good old American holiday cheer. I remain in limbo. The multi colored dollar store lights are still blinking on and off. I now reside in God's country, the bible belt. We have been embraced by the neighbors. We did get called a Yankee twice so far, but it was all in good fun. This chick can take a joke. Yes, people still refer to northerners as Yankees. The most amazing thing to me is this little town is still somewhat segregated. In order to see people with brown, yellow or black skin, you must go into town. I sense there are unspoken lines here. That will take some getting used to. I personally don't care if another human is magenta. I never have seen color. I see the color of your soul. Anyhoo, another holiday has come and gone. We are still here and well. So are you. I need more coffee.

Happy Holidays!

I hope that wherever you are spending this day that it is filled with joy and happiness. Last night was absolutely the most beautiful Xmas Eve that I can remember in eons. This move down south was our present. I took my shower, put on my nightgown and we went outside to sit on our porch and watch the dog play. My neighbor strolls over with a bottle of HOMEMADE wine and a doobie. She had her new male companion with her. Sparks up a doobie and hands us the bottle of wine and said, " Here ya'll, welcome to Georgia". It has been quite awhile since I have smoked, but I am nothing but receptive to hospitality. Plus, I have been offered many worse things in life that I no longer accept. We all sat on the porch, told some stories and some jokes and than said good night. The wine was in an Arbor Mist bottle. I drank about 5 sips and weeee..It wasn't like any blush I had ever drank. Oh yeah, they told us to get our butts over to DMV and get rid of them there Yankee tags. That is a quote btw. They said the police are like the Dukes of Hazzard and they are inquisitive about people buzzing about town with Yankee tags. DMV is on the list. Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you are celebrating this winter season. Blessings abound, truly they do.

I am counting my blessings

I get up around 5am everyday. That infernal internal alarm clock. I watch the sun rise everyday from my balcony while I type. I am blessed. This living on faith has kept my sanity in tact. Do you know how many years it has taken me to mature and realize that I cannot obsses over things I have not control? It is pointless. My rent and cost of living has dropped to about half. I see people here in waaaayyy worse situations then I, and guess what? They still smile and wave everyday. I am learning to invest in my own happiness. I am an easy chick to please. Don't need the fancy bling. I just need a loving person to laugh and cry with. The people who have been married more than two decades understand what I am talking about. I have raised my children to the best of my ability. They are both over 18 and making their own choices. I was not mother of the year. I struggled through addiction for a good part of their earlier life, but I have reached the other side. When I was weak, Kenny was strong and vice versa. There was always a rock of strength in our home. My eldest is in drug treatment, and my youngest wouldn't dream of spending a penny on anything illegal, that money could be spent on a new gadget. Plus, he said the only addiction he can even closely relate to is tobacco, and that is only because some of his friends smoke. I just turned 42 this month and it feels somewhat better than all the other birthdays of years gone by. My mind and will are strong. My freezer is full, my rent is paid on time, a couple more debts are on their way to being closed out. The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind!!! (Yes, that's a movie title) but I have my own personal meaning for that title. Count your blessings people. You might be surprised. Plus I am so happy, no need to say "Fuck" in my blog today...oops..:(

Chicago-CS&N..does anyone remember Bobby Seale?

Crosby Still and Nash were probably in my top ten favorite groups as a rather young gal. I always thought they were on point politically and aware of the bullshit that came forth from the government. Even back then people's basic rights were being violated. I am pretty sure this song was written in regard to Bobby Seale being bound and gagged, and the ensuing protest. (This concert takes place many years later,this was just the best clip I could find) Do people protest these days? This is a very self oriented generation. I wonder if our laziness as an American population is a small part of what we are now emeshed in overseas, and at home financially. There is also the reality of self preservation. People are scared to get involved. Frightened of rocking the boat. Losing what little bit they have in their lives. Yes, I do have quite a bit of free time on my hands these days, two posts in one hour. LOL..I just know in my heart there is a sense of outrage and a feeling of powerlessness occuring in our country these days. Per my previous post, it is now the little things that are restoring my faith in humanity. The gift of a fruitcake from a stranger. The neighbor that helped me when my dog broke the water pipe and I had a geyser in my front yard. Those are the things that keep me sane and re-affirm that there is still goodness in our nation. The days of protesting are behind us. I don't think the energy is there. We are a blue-ray, bluetooth nation. Not enough minutes in the day to take care of your own. Remember when you have a windfall of good fortune in your life, take a look at those who are in the spiral of despair. Lend a hand.

So quaint and lovely

My husband went into town yesterday to go get his medicine's filled at the local pharmacy. He was delighted. Remember the old mom and pop pharmacies? They are still thriving in our small American towns. Kenny walked in and asked a gentleman if he was the pharmacist. The man said "How are ya'll today, I am Max the owner, it is me and my wife today". He proceeded to go over Kenny's med regimen and than gave him all this welcoming stuff to our new town, including a fruit cake for Christmas, not just A Fruitcake, but "the best darn fruitcake in GA". They still use the old time credit card machines where you have to slide the metal doohickey across the card. Mr. Max also sent Kenny home with an Almanac. This is an American owned and operated business. It is doing well. He was not lying about the fruitcake. Happy Sunday!