So.....I still have this space here. The internet is like a Boss that you never quit.

Today, nothing is dancing on my nerve. I have sunshine. The temperature is at my optimal level. (I don't even get COMFORTABLE until the temps are above 75) (I was so meant to be born to super rich people, somewhere in the Caribbean) (Obviously I did some sort of nasty deed in my last life for which I must atone ....by shivering and aching through the sometimes cold Virginia winters.....obviously it was a minor indiscretion, thus I did not end up in Antarctica)
I have spent the day in solitary, writing a song, working on an acoustic arrangement of a Journey song I like quite much, playing with my chickens.....and in between all that....and facebooking (OMG Facebook is the DEBIL Bobby Bouchet!!!!!)....in between all that trying to accomplish grown-up activities.....cleaning up the yard, scrubbing toilets, thawing out dinner, brushing my teeth and putting on a bra. Not so much in that order. One has put some poundage on and must have extra supportage.

I had a dreamy weekend with the Love of My Life. I know.....I know....WTF.

When I first began this blog way back when I was constantly irritated by things. It is quite amazing what a happy love life will do for one's attitude. As a musician, it's TERRIBLE!!!! I can't write good songs being happy in love!! Who wants to hear THAT crap!!!!????

I used to have a giant hard-on for Clint Black. Then he got married to that Lisa person......started letting her sing with him and all his songs went from Honkey Tonk , cry in yer beer, or party your socks off, to....OH I'm so in Love........

pfffffttttttt.

Wait.....Holy A.D.D. Batman....where was I??


Oh yeah...so I had this awesome weekend......I slept late....

wait.....again....no, I did NOT sleep late.Saturday morning, the Love Of My Life's phone went off before 8am.
The thing you must understand is that the LOML has a job at which he is frequently on call and thus has a HORRENDOUS ringtone that would wake the dead......or alternately give a mortal heart attack to the living.....
So.......that was his brother.....calling....at ten minutes to eight. Proof positive that some people have NO raising.
THE NEXT day.....on the Holy Sabbath no less.......Screaming Meamy phone went off at 7:40.

Seven. Forty. A. M.

and the person on the other end was known as "Bad Luck"

Imagine that.

Now, I have a rule....it's number 23 on Marcie's List of Rules.
Rule Number 23 states clearly......We do NOT call ANYONE on the telephone, be it landline, or mobile or otherwise, at ANY time before the hour of  Ten AM in the day. The rule is concrete, and is MOST ESPECIALLY concrete and reinforced with rebar on the weekends....and then backed up with armed guards on SUNDAY!!  (armed guards with flaming arrows and boiling vats of oil.)

Apparently........my nerve gets plucked more than I recognize until I start typing.......