30 Day Music Challenge: Day 3

30 Day Music Challenge: Day 3 A song that makes you happy

Okay, I feel like I have to explain this one a bit...



The first time I heard this, a huge smile busted across my face, and I the thought crossed my mind, that DAMN, I'm grown

You know exactly the moment I'm talking about. That moment when it smacks you in the face. You have been paying your bills, been married and already been through a couple of ups and downs.... and stayed, and raisin' your kids,  but you haven't change... HOLY HANNAH... you're an adult.

97% of the time you;re content, happy even, but you still thought of yourself as well... not an adult... (I gotta say it's explained a heck of a lot better here) and...

you're

not

exactly

where

you

thought

you

would

be...

But you only have this one life... this one chance to do it all.

Maybe it's becayse I have always been a "Balls to the Walls" kinda person. A person who shows other that this is the one shot we have.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddddddd I seemed to forgotten that... it was that one part of my teenager self that I liked.

Anyway... here are the lyrics:


It's my Life


This ain't a song for the broken-hearted 
No silent prayer for the faith-departed 
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd 
You're gonna hear my voice 
When I shout it out loud 

[Chorus:]
It's my life 
It's now or never 
I ain't gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I'm alive 
(It's my life) 
My heart is like an open highway 
Like Frankie said 
I did it my way 
I just wanna live while I'm alive 
It's my life 

This is for the ones who stood their ground 
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down 
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake 
Luck ain't even lucky 
Got to make your own breaks 

[Chorus:]
It's my life 
And it's now or never 
I ain't gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I'm alive 
(It's my life) 
My heart is like an open highway 
Like Frankie said 
I did it my way 
I just want to live while I'm alive 
'Cause it's my life 

Better stand tall when they're calling you out 
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down 

[Chorus:]
It's my life 
And it's now or never 
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I'm alive 
(It's my life) 
My heart is like an open highway 
Like Frankie said 
I did it my way 
I just want to live while I'm alive 

[Chorus:]
It's my life 
And it's now or never 
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I'm alive 
(It's my life) 
My heart is like an open highway 
Like Frankie said 
I did it my way 
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life! 

30 Day Music Challenge: Day 2

So Day Two is a song you hate. This song makes me want to slit my wrists the proper way.



Lyrics:
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here 

30 Day Music Challenge: Day One: Your Favorite Song

Lately I've been feeling low
A remedy is what I'm seeking
I take a taste of what's below
Come away to something better
What I want is what I've not got
And what I need
Is all around me
Reaching searching never stop
And I'll say...

If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Till I get to the end of this tunnel... mummy
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
I'll get back to you

Sometimes a Jimi Thing slides my way and keeps me swingin'
I'd like to show you what's inside
And I still don't care
If you do or don't like it
Brother chaos rule all about
Sometimes I walk there
Well yes God knows sometimes I take a bus there
Shouldn't care 
Bereaved as I'm feeling

The day is gone
I'm on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
You take a drink sit back relax
Smoke my mind make me feel
Better for a small time
What I want is what I've not got
And what I need Is all around me
Reaching searching never stop
And I'll say...

If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
Till I get to the end of this tunnel... mummy
If you could keep me floating
Just for a while
I'll get back to you


Sometimes a Jimi Thing slides my way and keeps me swingin'
I'd like to show you what's inside
And I still don't care
If you do or don't like it
Brother chaos rule all about
Sometimes I walk there
Well yes God knows sometimes I take a bus there
Shouldn't care 
Bereaved as I'm feeling

Facebook and Betty Crocker Strike Again

It's St. Patrick's Day...

When you are older, that means a parade, corned beef and green beer.

When you are in Kindergarten, that means wearing green and bringing in green treats.

And when you are my Kindergartener, that means I spend all night in the kitchen, because Green Rice Krispy Treats just won't cut it. (Besides, when you set the bar here, you need to keep it up.)

I figured I was just going to make cut outs, in the shape of a 4 leaf clover and call it a day. I don't have a clover cut out (Seriously Wilton? In putting together 101 cookie cutters, no one said, "a 4 leaf clover"?) so I was going to use a small heart and make them.

But dang it... Facebook and Betty Crocker strike again. Saw these, and THAT is what Jelly had to take to school. (I need to STAY AWAY from Facebook when I am trying to come up with ideas.)

Not as Pretty as they are in Betty's kitchen

I did learn something when making these... and it's something I need to remember for next time...

1) Put the cookies on wax paper when you pour the icing over them.

But they are done... and I am sure Jelly will like them.

There is something about nail polish

Say it with me: "Ooooo Maaaaaanicuuuuuressss" (a la Homer Simpson).

I love nail polish. I always just feel better when my nails are done. It's my Sunday night ritual... after the babes are in their beds, while I am watching TV, I'll remove, buff, shape and polish. It's my pamper me time, nothing more and nothing less. 

And it's not like I have great nails. They are brittle, and they split and peel, and I can never seem to get them longer than the tip of my finger, but having color on them just makes them... better. (And of course the polish strengthens them. I'm no fool.) 

And the colors... Any color you can imagine and any color you can create... The Chef has finally given up and realized that if I want to paint my nails hot pink and put teal polka dots on them, that is exactly what I'm gonna do. Bless him though, he keeps trying to keep me in a supply of beiges and light pinks.

So imagine the great dance of joy when I found this blog: The Daily Manicure The woman who writes this blog is wonderful. She tests and cirques all sorts of nail polish goodness... Like the Sally Hansen nail stickers which I have been on the fence post about trying and how to do some really fun and funky manicures (Some of them are way to out of the box for me... but damn, they still look like fun to do.)

So go and take a gander, get inspired and rock those wonderful nails of yours!

To For About That

I'm desperate to... see the sun again. It was out today for a little while, and it felt so good even though the temps were still low...

I'm desperate for... The Chef to be able to relax for at least a day... an hour... a minute...

I'm desperate about... Butter getting a break at school whether his teacher thinks he needs it or not...

I'm desperate that... this month's cycle doesn't send me into a tail spin like I can already tell it's trying too...

I'm desperate to... get The Babes (and Nephew's) Valentine's made so I can stop thinking about them...

I'm desperate for... a day of peace...

I'm desperate about... all of the plans that were laid that are being ripped apart piece by little piece...

I'm desperate that... it isn't just one big cruel joke...

I'm desperate to... dance in the rain to the laughter of my children...

I'm desperate for... the next day...

I'm desperate about... being able to remember everything...

I'm desperate that... I hope I won't, but I know I will screw it up someway...

I'm desperate....

That's why?

There are things that Butter does, that drive The Chef and I straight up the wall. One of the big ones? Doing his homework and not turning it in. I mean, I get not doing it (lying about having any), but to do it, and then not turn it in... I just want to shake him. I can't count how many times I have said, "Dude. You're doing it, turn it in." I tell his teachers that he does it and they look at me like I'm lying for him.  And because he has done his homework for... well... as many years as he has been in school... and has always had this problem, he has taken to not doing it. He figures "why bother". He gets frustrated. I get frustrated. His teachers get frustrated.

Lather, wash, repeat.

Earlier this week, Butter had an appt. with his doctor to discuss the medication. I mentioned to his doctor that he is having issues with homework.

Doctor: "Doing it, or turning it in?"
Me: *half laugh* "Turning it in."
Doctor: smiling "That's the lack of organization part of the ADHD. His teacher, you and Butter need to figure out a way that works for him."

Say wha......

I wish I would have recorded it so I could play it for every single teacher he has ever had.

It felt good to hear that it's not us per ce, it's everybody...

It's the ADHD.

The Chef and I have never let Butter use it as an excuse for anything, but this IS the reason that the "normal" things aren't happening.

I smiled Thursday morning as I passed the dinning room table. There laid out was his responsibility sheet, and his math book. It's the ADHD.

Why is his stuff scattered everywhere, and looks like complete chaos, but he can find anything and everything? It's the ADHD.

Why do I have to remind him 8,000 times to do something? Yep you guessed it. It's that he's a 10 year old boy.

But at least now I have an answer about the homework.