Apr 20, 2012

A room with a view....

I am no longer a basement dwelling bitch...that's right people...I have a bedroom with, count 'em, 3!!!! windows...Maybe my depression stems from years of living in dark, dreary spaces with no sunlight? The family dog is now my new BFF,  She would never go down the stairs at the old house, she was scared of the basement.. (So was I) Now her favorite thing to do is sit in my bed and look out my window.  Harley, family dog, also now has been sleeping in my BRAND NEW BED. much to the dismay of sis-in-law.  Did I mention I have a BRAND NEW BED?  After one year of sleeping on a cot topped with body pillows to make a mattress, the Fed-Ex truck pulled up and delivered above mentioned bed. I have pretty curtains. Lilac and white gauzy things.  I may never leave this room again. I'm in heaven.  You rent two basements over  the last few years with no windows, curtains are a huge deal.  Tina told me she is hurt because the dog is now sleeping with me instead of her.  I told her the thrill will wear off soon.  The family dog is a bed slut. I love this funny looking mutt!

In other news the upstairs is unpacked. Downstairs? Sigh, I don't want to leave my windows and curtains to unpack. I shall have to be a team player however and knock the rest of this unpacking stuff out.  I am lazy.  Rather than unpack the box I opened it and grabbed a frying pan and a spatula. I rode to the new house with my coffee maker on my lap.  A coffee maker, new bed and pretty curtains....what more do I need?  Peace!!!!

Apr 17, 2012

I always hear the train a comin'

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....