First, if there are any Travis Tritt lovers.. his new single .. "You Never Take Me Dancing" is frikentabulous! When I heard the title I thought it was going to be a ballad, but hell from the bad boy of music.. this effin rocks! Oh, and clue guys.. women love when you take them dancing.. dance: the vertical expression of horizontal desires.. all that pressin together and the frikken heat, the grinding into each other .. the lips on the neck.. the small blowing in the ear..the grope on the ... errrr.. where was I ?? Oh, yeah, this song was written by another of my favs.. Richard Marx. Lyrics:
The world's greatest mystery -- Is love between the woman and the man
Some guys are romeos -- Others simply do the best they can
I'm just your average, ordinary joe tryin to learn things I never knew I had to know
What's a man supposed to do? I don't get no kick from nine to five
And I'm not a man who thinks it's true -- It's a womans place to keep a love alive.
I've watched enough daytime tv to know my baby's needs
But sometimes I swear thats she's impossible to please -- She says:
You give me all that I want of your money, baby -- but you never take me dancing
I really think I do a lot to show how I feel about her in my way
Roses on our anniversary, candlelight and me on her birthday
Just when I thought that I had it all worked out, now she says I still don't know what its all about -- She says
You give me all that I want of your money, baby but you never take me dancing
You give me sweet little talk, call me honey, baby but you never take me dancing
I'm just your average, ordinary joe tryin to learn things I never knew I had to know
Chorus out
This morning, I read a blog about obituaries, the last ride in the sunset and chess maneuvers. I have thought about obits from time to time myself. The author spoke of flowery send offs, a polite “atta boy/girl” tribute to send the dearly departed to their Maker... Nope, not my cup o tea a’tall.
My kids know exactly what I want when I die.. there will be no viewing of my body (Gawd how morbid is that?) simply because I will be cremated (guess that is my very own chess maneuver of anticipation for my final ride into the sunset, and my choice of determining that outcome) and there are funds set aside for a CELEBRATION of MY life... not some sorry azzzed people who didn't give a rat's azzzz about me while I was breathing that come to it to cry and show others they cared. Invitation only! And only those who celebrated with me all those years leading up to that final ride.
My obit is written by one who best knew me... ME! There will be no flowery "how good" I was.. there will be a list of memories that meant the most to me, a celebration of what warmed my heart, gave me tidal waves of crying jags because of the moving inside of me, and the American's Funniest Video verbal playback about all the times I acted the fool, all the loves I shared and all the chances I took. There will be many stories similar to the luann episode and so many other memories stored in my heart. So I guess I fall into that chess analogy of life.
I have had many of my family die horrible, slow, painful deaths to cancer, etc. so I have tried to visit them while living (even when they have been sick) so we could make our final goodbyes with a chance for their response and/or replies. We are all human beings on the highway of life and death. Each of us is but a stroke of the brush, a line of the pen, a move of that chess piece away from the same fate. Why act? Be who you are.. if no one else but those heart friends like you .. so what? And if YOU don't like who you are, then change, but don't act, change for yourself, not to please others.
I have often thought about the messages we receive in life.. no, not phone messages, emails, written mail or notes, but the “messages” that the Universe gives to each of us. These “messages” surround us constantly, if we take the time to pay attention.
If any of you are up on weather lore, you know that nature has many kinds of signs that have been observed throughout the ages that are messages about a change in the weather. You know some of them.. such as “red sky at night, sailor’s delight; red sky in the morning, sailors take warning”, or, “clear moon, frost soon”. These have been found to be true indicators of changes in air pressure, humidity, or wind that affect weather conditions. The behavior of animals and insects can also be indications of changes in the weather.
Just as the blog I read that inspired these thoughts in me, the natural world can be a source of personal messages from the universe just waiting for each of us to pick up on. The blog made me think about my life and just how parallel to chess maneuvers some of my choices are in preparing for the future. By reading some of the flowery obits and seeing that some people who never really visited people that passed away were the very first in line at the viewing, crying (what is up with that) when they never took the time while that person was alive to visit.. hypocritical.. ya think? I knew this was something I would come back and haunt people over.. so I CHOSE to celebrate my foibles, my memories, my loves, my failures, my life.
I found a small exercise to “tune in” on the messages and it can be done in any type of natural setting.. Like a park or a beside a pond, river, stream... clue: Outdoors!!!!
Choose a place outdoors where you can feel private and safe. Stand still, or, sit down. Close your eyes & take a moment to relax and clear your mind (taking a few deep breaths in and out will help). If you have a particular question/problem or an issue that’s been bothering you, bring it to mind.. or simply request guidance.
Now, open your eyes and note the very first thing that comes to your attention. It could be the first thing you see, or a sound, or a scent. Make a note of what it is and ask yourself what it reminds you of, or what it makes you think of. Use your instincts about its significance for you, because this is your own personal message.
Enjoy life.. and as the prayer goes...don’t worry about things you cannot change, change the things you can and pray for the wisdom to know the difference.
Gramps thing: Did you hear about the flasher that was thinking about retiring? He decided to "stick it out" one more year.
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