Sunday 🐏blings ~3/8/20

On Fridays I reflect and on Sundays I ramble.  Today I might do some of both.  I even added the reflections category.  Hope I haven’t jinxed my streak.  

The following picture is from Spring Break 1980 something.  

Spring break

Taken on a camera that had film which needed to be developed afterward.  Boy how times change.  Though the sun was shining, it was cold.  Not so cold that I didn’t squeeze into my shorty shorts but cold enough for long sleeves.  

The following picture is from Spring Break of 2016.  

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NYC baby, my all time favorite vacation spot.  Lulu and I are in the New Amsterdam theater waiting for Aladdin to start.  Dim lights but the stage was magic flying carpet spectacular.  The show of a lifetime … a whole new world …

Thing about the two pictures is how they can be deceiving. 

In 1980 something, I’m pretty sure I’m sober but you never know.  Those trips were complete debauchery.  I’m lucky to be alive.  And in 2016 NYC, this was right after the terrible awful.  The only reason we didn’t cancel that trip is because the airfare was non-refundable.  Looking back, not sure how we survived it.  And to this day I am still punishing Lulu.  Why?  For not being my ideal of perfection?  For being human?  I’m horrible and wrong.  I deal by forgetting what instead I should forgive.  Feels like forever ago and yesterday all in one.  Four years.  That’s all.  Only four short years.  

Sweet baby Jesus and heaven help me.  Signed a sinner. 

These pictures are from Spring Break 2020.  

No deceit in the pictures above.  After Lulu and I visited the Texas Tulip farm, we went to Concrete Cemetery to visit the graves of my Mamaw and Papaw.  I had not been there in some time but nothing had changed.  I remember my mom and Mamaw taking us there to care for the plots.  They brought a thermos of coffee and snacks for us kids and we’d picnic around the grave sites.  Sounds morbid but really sprucing up the place and leaving flowers was comforting.   

And with that, I am fin.  The hour lost is taking it’s toll.  I’m off to get in the remainder of my steps.

As always, more to come.

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#SLS for 3/8/20 ~ “Wild, Wild West”

The prompt this week is north/south/east/west. The song I picked has all four words but west is primary. Wild West to be specific 😂. I’ve also included a link to the wiki. This song to me is 80s gold. Hope you enjoy 😊

“Wild, Wild West”

Forty seven dead beats living in the back street
North, east, west, south, all in the same house
Sitting in a back room, waiting for the big boom
I’m in a bedroom waiting for my baby

She’s so mean but I don’t care
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair
Dance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild, wild west
The wild, wild west (wild west)

Well, Mandy’s in the backroom, handing out Valium
Sheriff’s on the airwaves, talking to the D.J.’s
Forty seven heartbeats beating like a drum
Got to live it up, live it up, Ronnie’s got a new gun

She’s so mean but I don’t care
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair
Dance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild, wild west
The wild, wild west (wild west) Yeow

Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down
You can live it up, live it up all over the town
And turn to the left, turn to the right
I don’t care as long as she comes tonight

She’s so mean but I don’t care
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair
Dance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild, wild west
The wild, wild west
The wild, wild west (wild west)
Yeow, wild west

Brrrr, here come a musical disc
‘Cause some people them a-keep waitin’ for
This one’s called the outlaw, wow
They want me
Ride the rhythm like me ridin’ a bike
Shine on me
Murder me chatter when me chat on the mic
Shorties thought this could keep them rockin’ ’til the broad daylight
And here comes the Escape Club to rock it all night, say

Live it up, live it up
Live it up, live it up

Living in the wild, wild west
The wild, wild west
The wild, wild west
The wild, wild west
(Wild west)

Heading for the nineties, living in the eighties
Screaming in a back room, waiting for the big boom
Give me, give me wild west, give me, give me safe sex
Give me love, give me love, give me time to live it up

Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down
You can live it up, live it up all over the town
And turn to the left, turn to the right
I don’t care as long as she comes tonight

She’s so mean but I don’t care
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair
Dance to the beat that we like best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild, wild west
The wild, wild west
The wild, wild west (wild west)
Yeow, wild west

Writers: Amos Pizzey-Shapiro / John Christoforou / John Holliday / Milan Zekavica / Trevor Steel

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