Looking Into You (As Always)

You know how when you are driving in your car early in the morning they play Birthday Requests? Well, I'm not in my car, in fact it's just a little over an hour into my birthday. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. The birthday check my father sent me I used yesterday to get my hair done. Its the best hair look I've had since Summer Blonde came on the market. I have long hair (my own) down my back, side bangs and big copper chunks. I'm ready for a great day!

And for my birthday, this would be my request for my favorite song, so here again is my favorite post.


My daughter is a photographer. She has always had an eye for a good picture, even before she went to college and graduated with a degree in Photography. These are some of her photographs that I find just stunning. I put these together with what is probably my most favorite song ever.



Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone


Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor

Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?


And I looked into the faces all passing by
Its an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
Its a hotel at best, you're here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest

Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you


The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own


Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music will never touch the beauty that I've seen
Looking into you -- and that's true

Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Photos by my daughter Heather

High Places

How is it that Danny Hamada back when he was a principal could get away with shoving a kid in a trash can head first because he annoyed him. How is it that Danny Hamada when as the district superintendent was sanctioned by the Labor Board for not reprimanding a principal who humiliated and lied about a teacher in front of students and faculty; how is it that NOW that piece of shit, Danny Hamada, is the principal of my daughter's high school. How can that even happen?

What's wrong with this picture?

How is it that that evil bitch Debbie Lindsey is still stuck on our shoes like cat shit, never relenting, and now my husband's grandchildren attend the school where she is principal? How could 2 more worthless and undeserving people be in charge of schools? I mean...Debbie...are you sure you have time to keep track of those little guys? I mean, it looks to me like you could really use some help fertilizing your crops in FarmVille! (They are a bit on the puny side because they haven't been fertilized yet) You're full of shit - just use some of that for you CROPS.

This tune couldn't be dedicated to 2 more deserving people. Debbie Lindsey and Danny Hamada, there is a special place in the bowels of hell for both of you.


The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up

The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up

And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot

The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small

The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small

And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down

The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up

The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up

Cuz you acted like a big shot
So what happened to the big shot
So what happened to the big shot
You thunk you were a real big shot

The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places

Song by Los Lobos (how perfect - WOLVES)

Eat, Pray, Vomit

I swear if I hear the name of that book/movie one more time I will do just that - VOMIT. I haven't even read the book or seen the movie and I don't like it. But its everywhere. They even had a whole day devoted to it on one of the Home Shopping Channels. I see jewelry made out of it at craft shows.

This stupid movie that is everywhere I turn. How bout a love story? Chick Flick = Hope Floats. Chick Flick = Jerry Maguire, etc. What is with this name for this thing. It's basically just a limp regurgitation of Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll. Which in my opinion is so much more exciting! At least there is music!

Still like that old time rock'n' roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul

I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock 'n' roll
Won't go to hear them play a tango
I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There's only one sure way to get me to go
Start playing old time rock 'n' roll
Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll

Songwriters George Jackson, Thomas Jones

Ain't Nobody's Business ( If I Do)

I'm not going to write a big long blog about this, because these folks that run this shady Internet business at peoplefinders.com are not worth the room in my brain they are taking up.

I do want to point out, though, that if you are ripped off, report it everywhere - your bank, on every Internet site you can find, and don't forget about the Better Business Bureau. Hooray for the Better Business Bureau in Sacramento who took my report and forwarded it to this creepy company. They sent back a long rambling letter telling us how stupid we were for not noticing the little box that constituted an electronic signature. You know, the kind of letter I just hate to get telling me how wrong I am for 3 paragraphs and then one sentence telling me I am being refunded my full amount as an accommodation. Suffice to say that was hardly accommodating considering what they put us through and how nasty they can get. So, just don't forget that the Better Business Bureau CAN get you your money back, if you report it right away.

OK..I'm done with this business. Don't bother to respond to this, peoplefinder management, I won't post any more of your bullshit. You stay OUT of my business and you can bet I'll most definitely stay away from yours.


There ain't nothing I can do
Or nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me
But I'm going to do
Just as I want to anyway
And don't care just what people say

If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
Ain't nobody's business if I do

If I go to church on Sunday
Then cabaret all day Monday
Ain't nobody's business if I do


Bessie Smith's accompanist, Porter Grainger, wrote this in 1920s

Chain of Fools

Oh my. This will be of interest to few, although I believe a certain reader will find it amusing in a sick way.

Mr Yuen is retiring. Its for real this time. And you know who is going to take the position? That dumb shit former Superintendent Danny Hamada. That's right, my daughter has to go to school for 3 years, with that nitwit for a principal. I suppose it could have been worse - they could have sent Awohi over from the middle school who actually has some brains but they are in his ass.

Of course, I've actually never seen them, its just my opinion, ya know, that I think he walks like he is squeezing his ass checks together to keep his brains from falling out......


Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain, chain of fools
Five long years I thought you were my man
But I found out I'm just a link in your chain
You got me where you want me
I ain't nothing but your fool
You treated me mean oh you treated me cruel
Chain, chain, chain, chain of fools

Every chain has got a weak link
I might be weak child, but I'll give you strength
You told me to leave you alone
My father said come on home
My doctor said take it easy
Whole bunch of lovin is much too strong
I'm added to your chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain, chain,
Chain, chain of fools

One of these mornings the chain is gonna break
But up until then, yeah, I'm gonna take all I can take
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain, chain of fools


Songwriter Don Covay
My fav by Aretha, 2nd best by The Commitments

Fool

Kiwanas Club of Kauai (and Maui) are running a sham talent show they call Shower of Stars Talent Competition. They charge a non refunded fee to enter. Which, in and of itself is a somewhat reasonable fee to process the application...you know, like writing the name down on a list. Ten Dollars a name - that's reasonable right? No of course it isn't, but they are in the business of making money - oh, sorry, no that's not it, they are in the business of giving away money. I guess it's other people's money. Like the entry fee. They collect it from everyone then only pick half a dozen to compete, and then only give out prizes to 3.

That might all seem reasonable IF the people they actually chose HAD TALENT. Listen to this - it is one of the rules - if you get into the main competition you will be issued tickets for you to sell. It is not a requirement for you to sell tickets, but for every ticket you sell, you will receive 1/2 point added to your score with a maximum of 20 points.

Is selling tickets a talent? Well who knows. After all, Karaoke is a talent, as well as twirling hula hoops. Originality is mentioned as one of the judging points. Those are both original, right? I mean, just because someone wrote lyrics and music and performed perfectly, why should that matter, I mean, after all, not many people can hula hoop - right?

That idiot at Shower of Stars. I called him and told him that the competition was a sham this year - worse than last year. The guy asked me what I wanted him to do about it. I said other than maybe get his hearing aid fixed, he could send me my money back. Then he gave me a big bull shit line about how its non refundable, and its not based on ticket sales, etc. I said OK, fine, I'll pass the word along - he's from Maui, they think they are hot shit over there anyhow.

Well, next day I got refund in the mail. Nice of him...

You know, if there is ONE thing I can't stand, I absolutely can NOT stand, its a refund with a LECTURE.

And I bet his wife did it. It is 3 pages of rules with arrows, underlines and CAPS saying TAKE NOTE. How crass. If you are going to issue a refund, just send it, and if you want to show you mean well - say Sorry for the misunderstanding. Moron!

What ARE Kiwanas anyhow? They sound like those stupid little birds that walk up to my cat's bowl while she is sitting there and she eats them for snack.....there is a reason some species are endangered or extinct....

You fool!

Tell me lies
slap me on the face
just improvise
do something
really clever
that'll make me hate
your name forever

Shakira

On my Shit List:
1.Peoplefinder.com
2.Kiwanas Shower of Stars
3.Debbie Lindsey (bitch forever!)

Pony

The Shower of Stars is officially a DOG and PONY show!

Fourteen different acts in the 0 to 18 year group. Eight were put through. Somehow, my daughter and two other extremely talented performing acts were ignored over 4 year old fat kids that sang out of tune and forgot the words, and cutesy little girls that twirled hula hoops. THAT's a show of stars, I guarantee it!

Give those STARS a scholarship! That's what the idiot who runs this thing told me...he said its not really a "talent" show...its a show to give scholarships. So that might explain why two years in a row now they have chosen people who HAVE NO TALENT.

OK...other than that things are still real good! Oh..maybe except that someone ran our mail box into the ground - which is really hard to understand, cause its right next to the one next door which is still standing. (If I didn't know other wise, I would swear someone used a chainsaw on it at ground level...) School starts tomorrow and that's good. And my daughter doesn't have to practice for that stupid star shower. What a dumb name for a Dog and Pony Show.


I've seen it all boys
I've been all over
Been everywhere in the
Whole wide world
I rode the high line
With old blind Darby
I danced real slow
With Ida Jane

I was full of wonder
When I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow
On Maxwell street...
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
Knows the way back home


Tom Waitts