HE'S GONE COUNTRY

An amazing thing has happened in the last 2 years. I Jose being of rock'n'roll soul and glam band rythym, has accepted a new music into my life. Well ok that's not completely true. I always had a respect for country, until my stepdad (who at the time that was all he listened too) forced it down my rock'n'roll pallette. Needless to say I rebelled against the twang and hillbilly thang, like the colonies to England. Until I was 19-20 that is. Than this little Oklahoma boy started to hit it HUGE. Some may know him as Garth Brooks. Than all of a sudden I, of all people, started listening to some country. It was about 75% rock 15% orchestral and 10% country. Now 14-15 years later...it's about 80% country 10% rock and 10% everything else. So what happened? Well the glam stuff I was listening too, was all about having fun, partying, falling in love and heart aches. Well that's what country has always been about. Well my era of music simply stopped. Sure there are still a few of my Glam metal brethern still out there making the music, but I'm not the angry rebel without a clue I was back then. I still play a little Crue, Poison, Warrant, and Skid Row, but it doesn't speak about me anymore. I'm not the same kid I was. I'm an adult now...for better or worse, and country speaks to me as the man I am now. There's still music about having fun, partying, falling in love and heart aches. But there's also music about hopes, dreams and the future. Which is something I do look forward too.

BUGS

I hate bugs. I really do. Not as much as snakes scare the ever loving bejesus out of me, but I simply hate bugs. Some just annoy me, but mostly...yeah I hate bugs. Well on Sunday, there was a tick on my leg. Not the buried in my skin, but in the crawling looking for a place to dig in type. Now it's Tuesday and I still have the creepy crawlies. Yes that was my first "experience" with a tick, and I'm praying to all things holy that it will be my last.

A REUNION WEEKEND

This weekend my wife had a "reunion" thng. She and all her inner circle friends got together up in Hazelhurst. This is one of those been friends since grade school things. The things where you hear some new stories and old ones are repeated. Where some of them can be themselves, and just let loose, wile others had to be civilized because they were there with someone who they didn't want to be with. It's one of those things where even the rain couldn't dampen the spirits. It's an event where the kids are allowed to run, scream and laugh. A time when the girls can run, scream and laugh. An event where you don't know how tired you are until everyone leaves. It was all in all a very good time and I know this because my wife was exhausted by the time we got home. And we're doing it again in November. Well we won't have to worry about rain then. Just snow. You know...I'd rather have the rain

LIFE IMITATES SONG

Summertime is finally here
That old ballpark, man, is back in gear
Out on 49
Man I can see the lights
School's out and the nights roll in
Man, just like a long lost friend
You ain't seen in a while
And can't help but smile

And it's two bare feet on the dancefloor
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shirt and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboards
Her favorit song on the radio
Sing along 'cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss
It's a sip of wine, it's summertime
Sweet summertime

Temperature says 93
Down at the Deposit Guaranty
But that swimmin' hole
It's nice and cold
Bikini bottoms underneath
But the boys' hearts still skip a beat
When them girls shimmy off
Them old cutoffs

And it's two bare feet on the dancefloor
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shirt and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboards
Her favorite song on the radio
Sing along 'cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss
It's a sip of wine, it's summertime
Sweet summertime

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Don't matter how old you are
When you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah baby when you got

Two bare feet on the dancefloor
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shirt and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle rollin' on the floorboards
Her favorite song on the radio
Sing along 'cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss
It's a sip of wine, it's summertime

Sweet summertime

Now ironically whenever I hear this song all I can picture is my wife taking off her shoes and putting "two bare feet on the DASHBOARD," because one day she's singing along to the radio. Than this song starts, and she's scrambling like an grand mal seizure had a line or two of the nose candy, trying to get them shoes off so she can put "two bare feet on the DASHBOARD", and "singing along cuz it's one we know." Just thought I'd share that lil song and dance number for ya. Have a good weekend. The Jukebox will be down for the weekend, tune in on Monday for the next dance

TRUST v 1.2

Trust is such a wondrous and powerful word. It builds friendships, relationships, love and reinforces each and every one of those feelings. It's the yard stick we use to measure how much we'll let people affect us and how far we are willing to affect them (or at least try to). It guides us in everyday situations and those "once in a moment" opportunities that end up shaping who we are and who we will be.

Like I said, it's a very powerful and wondrous word.

But trust broken, is as devastating as a blow to the head with a lead pipe. It affects how we deal with people and situations and how those situations affect and deal with us. It affects relationships, families, friends and your inner self. Mistrust is actually a lot more destructive than a loaded gun, with longer lasting results.

If you shoot the gun right, it may never hurt at all and even if you don't that scar will eventually heal.

Mistrust is not so easy to comeback from.

I know this from past and present experience.

Everyday is a step forward, and everyday is a step back.

But in my case, I gotta keep moving.

That's the truth.

Keep walking, keep moving, because anything is better than just giving up.

That's my dedication for the day.

Thanks for listening.

Review of Superman Returns

GREAT CEASARS GHOST!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this is a book based on the movie. Yes I ruined the movie for myself. No I don't care. Why??? Because those who might not know...they are not reinventing the wheel this time. They are starting where the first 2 movies left off. DID YOU HEAR ME??? It's taking everything that worked, and running with it. It rules, it's fun, and by all that is holy, it has been the best book I have read in a while, only because the 5 year old in me feels the "AWE" again. Read it...see it...NOW!!!

If I Know Me - George Strait

We both said some things I know we never meant,
And when I slammed the door tonight you wondered where I went.
If I know you, you're probably wonderin' what to do.
You're thinkin' that I'm gone for good, if I know you.

But if I know me, I'll turn this car around.
I won't get halfway through town, and I'll be sorry.
I'll stop and call, and you'll say you're sorry too,
And I'll come runnin' back to you, if I know me.

Sometimes I lose my head, say things to break your heart,
Forgettin' if I lost your love, it would tear my world apart.
If I know you, you didn't mean one single thing you said.
Truth be known, you're dyin', cryin', lyin' there in bed.

But if I know me, I'll turn this car around.
I won't get halfway through town, and I'll be sorry.
I'll stop and call, and you'll say you're sorry too,
And I'll come runnin' back to you, if I know me.

If I know me, and I know me.

YEAH, THAT PRETTY MUCH SAYS IT ALL

You know, how strange it is to be with someone, where the main desire is to be with them all the time and there is never enough of it. I married my wife, I wear a ring on my finger, I carry her love in my heart and soul. When I get home from work she's sleeping so I lay down with her and feel her skin against mine, I hear her breathing and we share something special between us. I spend all weekend with her, shopping, cleaning, fighting, crying, laughing, doing chores, running errands and doing things two people in love do. But it never feels like it's enough. We get a 2-4 hours a night to lay with each other. The weekend is never long enough. Is it so wrong to want to be with the one you love more than a few hours a day? Is it wrong to hate a phone because that's the only way you can communicate on a daily basis, because you work conflicting shifts? Is it wrong to hate a Monday morning because you know when you wake up you'll wake up in an empty bed and the first thing you do is grab the pillow she uses because it still smells like her? Is it wrong to simply want more time? Is it wrong to want more in general? All I do know is that whether it's right or wrong, wanting sure is lonely.

Today the music is unfortunately silence...

SOME ANSWERS

My wife reads this blog and last evening she was very concerned about how dealing with my step-dad this weekend will affect me. It seems kind of funny to me. Not the "ha-ha" funny but the ironic funny. You see as long as step-dad isn't drinking he's not that bad of a guy. Sure like any family member you have good days and bad days. Some days everything is gold. Other days, I can't wait for lunch to be done with so that my wife and I can go and deal with the carnal itch that seems to overtake us once in a while, and the fact that he's being annoying just gives us a better excuse to end breakfast/lunch/dinner that much sooner. But add alcohol and SHAZAM instant Prickenstien. The guy who I spend time with now isn't the same man, and as long as he stays sober it will never be an issue. But the second I hear or see that he has had a drink, I'm gone. POOF!! No more step-son, because I won't tolerate that anymore, and no more step-dad, because I don't need that other asshole in my life. My life has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride as it is, and I won't ride that particular rollercoaster EVER again. Time to change the CD, this song is done....for now.

SNORING

Some retired deputy sheriffs went to a retreat in the mountains. To save money, they decided to sleep two to a room. No one wanted to room with Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

The first deputy slept with Daryl and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Man, what happened to you?" He said, "Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different deputy's turn. In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up, eyes all blood-shot. They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, "Man, that Daryl shakes the roof. I watched him all night."

The third night was Frank's turn. Frank was a big burly ex-football player; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Good morning." They couldn't believe it! They said, "Man, what happened?"

He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed and kissed him good night. He sat up and watched me all night long."

STRANGE QUOTES

"Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you'll have to ram them down people's throats." Howard Aiken

"Life is moderately good play with a badly written third act." Truman Capote

"He who stops being better stops being good." Oliver Cromwell

"Everyone gets their rough day. No one gets a free ride. Today so far, I had a good day. I got a dial tone." Rodney Dangerfield

"Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil." Marquis de Sade

"Good management is the art of making problems so interesting and their solutions so constructive that everyone wants to get to work and deal with them." Paul Hawken

IT'S OVER ALREADY

You know, The whole 06-06-06 thing is just getting out of hand. Let it go...it happens every hundred years. I mean this happens less times than George W. Bush making sense. It's come and gone. Move on people.

A HONEYMOON...SORTA

My wife and I finally got to go on our honeymoon...sorta. We were given a cabin, up north for the weekend, for this special event. Well as life were to have it, things change. You see, my mother-in-law is going in for surgery at the end of the month, and she has a lot things to do to prepare for this. She's scared and very anxious about this. So we took 2 days to talk over some things she wanted done, and we took care of some of them already. Well the resort we stayed at is run by one of my wife's best friends, so we spent time with her family as we all caught up with the current events of each others lives. We didn't have much time to ourselves, but in the end, that was just perfect. Our honeymoon turned into a vacation, which after we talked about it, was what we needed more. We have the rest our lives to get away for romantic weekends and nights of debauchery, but how often do we get time to spend with the "families" that enrich and bless our lives? Sure it wasn't what we planned, but it was exactly what we needed. To get back in touch with what's important in our lives. Sometimes we're not in control of anything, and sometimes the road we're on takes us to a different place but that sure doesn't mean you can't love every minute of it. And we did love evry minute of it.

A SONG TO MAKE ME REALIZE WHAT I HAVE...EVEN MORE

Car door slams, it's been a long day at work
I'm out on the freeway and I'm wondering if it's all worth
The price that I pay, sometimes it doesn't seem fair
I pull into the drive and you're standing there
And you look at me
And give me that come-here-baby smile
It's all gonna be alright
You take my hand
You pull me close and you hold me tight

[Chorus:]It's the sweet love that you give to me
That makes me believe we can make it through anything
'Cause when it all comes down
And I'm feeling like I'll never last
I just lean on you 'cause baby
You're my better half

They say behind every man is a good woman
But I think that's a lie
'Cause when it comes to you I'd rather have you by my side
You don't know how much I count you to help me
When I've given everything I got and I just feel like giving in
And you look at me
And give me that come-here-baby smile
It's all gonna be alright
You take my hand
Yeah you pull me close and you hold me tight

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Well, you take my hand
Yeah you pull me close and I understand
It's the sweet love that you give to me
That makes me believe that we can make it through anything
Oh baby, it's the sweet love that you give to me
That makes me believe we can make it through anything
'Cause when it all comes down
And I'm feeling like I'll never last
I just lean on you 'cause baby You're my better half
Oh, oh baby you're my better half
Ooh, hey baby you're my better half

SUMMERSONG

I used to hate summer. The heat and humidity, sweating and smelling like you ran a mile but you only walked a few feet. But my world changed 401 days ago. I moved in with the girl who is now my wife, and I actualy look forward to summer now. Actually it's closer to a year before that but I'll talk about that some other time. Anyway, now when I think about summer I remember the times we've shared together. The walks, staying up late talking and doing other things. I remember the beginning of my new and current life. I remember the things we've shared together for the first time, and many times since than. I remember the lakes, the talks all the happy times. And, I look forward to all the summers we'll share together, along with the summers, we've already shared. This is our lives, and welcome to the show. OK. The song is done. Good night for now.

SHHH SHE'S SLEEPING

On Tuesday, my wife and I had a fight. It's nothing new, and no not in a bad way. We fight because we're both two very stubborn and independent people. Our lives before "us" made us that way. Now we try to unlearn all that history and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I used to truly enjoy an argument, because I'm very good at winning them, but for the first time in my life, I HATE arguing with someone, meaning my wife. But if you ask her...she' never argued before with her significant others, because she said If they leave they leave. But here we are, I hate fighting with her because she is my world, and she argues with me because I am hers. But that's the natural progression and growth of a husband and wife. So yeah we fight, and than we talk. Than we move on.
So we talked on the phone today and we made "intimate" plans...but she's sleeping. I've tried to wake up many people in my life, and oh my god, she's the hardest to wake up. I know she would say the same thing about me...because she has. So I tried to wake her for 10 minutes, and it wasn't happening, so I grabbed a beer and my smokes and came here to blog. You know...I guess this is my way of telling my wife, that I'm sorry. I'm sorry we work oppisite shifts. I'm sorry that on one too many occasions I have, and more than likely will be again, acted like an ass. That I do think of her every minute of my day, and I miss her every single moment that we are apart. This weekend we are going on our honemoon....part one that is. We have to do some family/friends obligations, and I know that. But I can tell you right now...I'm going to be one very selfish man, when it comes to sharing my wife this weekend. But since part one takes place just minutes from her home town, well...you know... you gotta do what ya gotta do. But when we get back to the resort, the door is locked, windows boarded and two very naked people working on creating a family...gotta change CD's cuz this song is done.