by the Backstreet Boys – yes, I love them!

Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me I can’t find no rest
Where I’m going is anybody’s guess

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby
It’s written on your face
You still wonder if we made a big mistake

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

I don’t mean to drag it on, but I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go (alone)

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

Incomplete

By Plain White T’s.  Well, this song is not really in the genre I started this day for as it is not metal/hard rock. But again, this is my blog and well…..I can rebel! This IS a pop/rock song, and more importantly, has been in my head all week. 🙂 I need to get on some drums to play it I think! I also like the rhythm guitar…….and there’s a rumor that the song was written for one of my friends. lol. Enjoy.

So, sorry this has not been update – I have a long list of excuses but won’t post them here!

Left Du-par’s a week ago, but have sort of made peace with it.  I meet with Biff this morning for breakfast.

New job at a Mortgage Lender; Accounting Manager while also managing the office, HR, and IT.  Will eventually be a back-up Underwriting/Operations manager as well.  I have realized that Retail Underwriting seems to be WAY easier than commercial underwriting!  So far, so good.  This job, btw, has a whole story to it that makes it truly amazing, but I don’t have time now to elaborate.

Mom fell last week and was in the hospital.  Thought she had a blood clot in her leg, but instead it is an infection that hurts really badly.  Good news is that her lungs are doing pretty well, although she can’t walk very well.  Still trying to get 24 hour care approved (she is on disability).  She is home now and my brother is still caring for her – fingers crossed.

And that’s all I have time for now!  Want to get a song posted.  🙂

by Little Big Town.  This song is for a friend……..

He won’t lay a finger on you
He won’t wreck your pretty face
But he’ll tell you that you’re worthless
Just to put you in your place
Well, you don’t have to be kicked to be bruised, no
And you don’t have to be hit to be abused

Evangeline, you’re a hard one
Your denial is bolstered by your dreams
Thinking love is gonna save you
But it ain’t love if it’s mean
Evangeline

And the smile that you’re wearing
Is just a lovely veil
For the secrets that you’re hiding
That are just too dark to tell
Well, you don’t have to be cut to be scarred, no
And you don’t have to be struck to leave a mark

Evangeline, you’re a hard one
Your denial is bolstered by your dreams
Thinking love is gonna save you
But it ain’t love if it’s mean
Evangeline

Well, you don’t have to be kicked to be bruised, no
And you don’t have to be hit to be abused

Evangeline, you’re a hard one
Your denial is bolstered by your dreams
Thinking love is gonna save you
But it ain’t love if it’s mean
Evangeline

For the last few days I have been pondering – and quite amazed, really – about how powerful our minds are.  What do I mean?  Well, never mind that our BRAINS keep our hearts going, make sure we breathe, etc.  But my focus has been more on the fact that so many things can trigger reactions in us.  Wow, I am not making sense……

For example, it totally amazes me that a certain smell can trigger very real memories.  Many peeps tell me when they smell cookies baking it reminds them clearly – vividly –  of a memory from their childhood.  For me its garlic; whenever I smell garlic I think of my Mom making a pasta/olive oil/garlic meal we called “Macaroni I Owe Ya”.  Phonetically, it sounds very Italian, but it really was very cheap to make.  My mom would laugh that us kids liked it so much because, as she would bemoan, “I only made it when money was tight!”  (Get the “I owe ya” part?)  But wow, yummy.  So ANYWAY, that image of her making it (which really was when I was REALLY young), is very vivid when I smell garlic.

And some people, when they get home, even as adults, are “conditioned” by their minds to do certain things.  Like, kids who usually had a snack and drink waiting for them after school often are thirsty or have the munchies when they get home.

Another thing that I’ve noticed is this – when you need to go potty, you say “okay, better go”.  No big deal, you have it under control.  But for me, the very moment I stand in front of the toilet, about to undo my pants for the deed, I REALLY REALLY need to go.  It’s like my mind is already telling my body “hey, you get to go now, it’s gonna be great, and it’s about time”.  The urgency meter goes WAY up at that point.  So, the few moments that I am fiddling with my button and zipper is HORRIBLE, because I am physically fighting my mind’s control over my body, who thinks “hey, let’s let this thing go!” and I am like, “NO MY PANTS ARE STILL ON!!”  I have tried to “trick” my mind, but dang it, it never seems to work.  So, like thousands before me, I do the “Oh my gosh I am gonna pee my pants” dance, hoping that will muddle the mind impulses long enough to allow my pants to be removed…….

I shared this verbally with D, and she laughed at me.  Hmmmmm.  My intellect must intimidate her…….

Gina OUT!

So yeah, I have great pride in our country, the men and women who have died to make it what it is today, and I am proud of the men and women who are in the armed forces today.  Words really cannot express my gratitude – and even though this country is not perfect, I am proud to be an American!  I still believe it is the best place to live in the world.

On that note, here is a special Memorial Day song, which is from one of my favorite bands and also a great example (in my opinion) of an “American” Song.  And the hair?  Very American……

By Uh Huh Her.  You should check them out.

Still sick.  Stick grumpy.  So yeah, I am normal.

Here’s another song – I actually wrote it in December and no lyrics.  Only listen if you want to, by clicking here.

So I am fighting shingles or some other horrible virus that enflames my nerves that causes pain and itching on my body.  Sigh.  So to distract myself, I wrote a song today.

Of course, I am singing again and I ain’t no Kirstie, but I hope you enjoy.  To hear the song, click here.

by the glorious Led Zeppelin!  Ah, I love this band…..

You need coolin’, baby, I’m not foolin’,
I’m gonna send you back to schoolin’,
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I’m gonna give you my love,
I’m gonna give you my love.

[Chorus]
Wanna Whole Lotta Love [X4]

You’ve been learnin’, baby, I bean learnin’,
All them good times, baby, baby, I’ve been yearnin’,
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
I’m gonna give you my love… I’m gonna give you my love.

[Chorus]

You’ve been coolin’, baby, I’ve been droolin’,
All the good times I’ve been misusin’,
Way, way down inside, I’m gonna give you my love,
I’m gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.

[Chorus]

Way down inside… woman… You need… love.

Shake for me, girl. I wanna be your backdoor man.
Keep it coolin’, baby.