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I actually started this book before and got sidetracked by Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs. Now I'm back to it. I love reading about the 60s and 70s LA music scene!

Hidden Gem - Bonnie Bramlett

It has to be some kind of music history sin that this lady is not better known. Most people know her as Roseanne's co-worker, Bonnie Watkins. She sang on the show a couple of times. Embedding is disable, but you can watch it HERE.

Bonnie Bramlett goes way back. At age 14, she sang in clubs in East St. Louis. She was even in the late '60s, early '70s LA music scene (which of course is one of favorite things)with her husband Delaney, who himself, it seems should have been more well known. She has sang with the likes of Eric Clapton, Leon Russell, George Harrison, Dave Mason, Rita Coolidge, Gram Parsons and John Lennon. She co-wrote the song "Give Peace A Chance" with Leon Russell. There is way more about her than I could even put here. Google her! You can read more about her HERE. She still sings and has a beautiful voice. I like the older stuff better myself. THIS is also a good one and below is my favorite with Eric Clapton, Bobbie Whitlock and Dave Mason. I'll be searching Amazon for Delaney & Bonnie CDs.

Midnight Margaritas!

Updates

So, yeah, I've been slacking again...not that anybody reads this, but I'll do a quick update as far as my work status. I think I was back in Petticoat Junction, better known as Eldon, which I came to think of as creepy crack town. Anyway, that assignment was cancelled 2 weeks early, then I went to Rolla for what was supposed to be 8 weeks and it was also cancelled 2 weeks early. So, as of May 27th, I'm officially unemployed. I haven't really minded much. I wish I could stay unemployed, but it doesn't pay much. I'm trying to wait for the perfect job...haha yeah...ok well it doesn't have to be perfect. I would love to go to Cali for the summer, but Cali seems to be broke, so not many traveling jobs there right now. I'm officially licensed in Texas, but would prefer to wait until after the hot, humid, hurricane season to go there. Now if I have to spend my summer in MO, I at least want to be able to come home on the weekends...so, like I said...waiting for the somewhat perfect job.

I'll try to update on the rest of life, later...

My Stimulus Plan Benefit

So, somebody decided that rather than send us a check for $300 or $600 or whatever, that they would lower the tax rate or something and we would bring more money home weekly. Well, my checks are $9.71 more a week than before. Sounds lame, I know, but it is $42.07 a month or $504.92 a year. So, ok, I'll take it.

Reading...

I (AGAIN) abandoned the book I was reading, for another. I decided to read Junky by William Burroughs before Naked Lunch. He wrote it first, so I thought I would start there. I'm almost done and then I'll go back to Naked Lunch. Maybe it will make more sense.

Anyway, Junky was written...well, by a junkie. It's really interesting to read about late 40s, early 50s people who were druggies. I didn't even know there was such a drug problem back then.

Blog Slacker

I've been a blog slacker. I've been busy, lazy, uninspired, etc, etc. I'm coming out of it and have several things to blog about...

Naked Lunch - A Frozen Moment When Everyone Sees What Is On The End Of Every Fork. W.B.

This is the book I am currently reading. I actually started 2 other books and then I went on an internet book shopping spree and now have about 6 books to read.

Anyway, I think this one will be quite interesting...to me anyway. I like musician biographies and got into reading about the 60s LA music scene and the hippie scene, but then I slipped farther back into the beat generation...Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg...and the author of Naked Lunch, William Burroughs. This book was quite controversial and banned in some places in the USA and there was an obscenity trial about it. Apparently, the book is from notes written by Burroughs, that he doesn't remember writing, over a period of time when he was a junky. I've already learned a couple of expresssions that I like...the title for one...Naked Lunch...relating to nakedness of seeing, to be able to see clearly without any confusing disguises...and another one...Newspaper Spoon - refering to being presented or "spoonfed" news, information and facts, the way in which the media bends reality.

I'll update (maybe) when I get farther along in the book.

The Stink Eye According to Robbin'z Ramblinz??

Peanut Butter Pie!

What Happened To My House Dream?

I don't like dreaming. I never have. I don't usually remember good dreams, only weird scary dreams. I used to have a recurring house dream...it wasn't always bad and it wasn't always the same house...it was always a huge house with several bedrooms, living rooms and dining rooms...I know, who needs more than one or two living rooms and dining rooms...and it was always fully furnished, like somebody just left it...and it was always now mine...it was sometimes haunted and spooky...I would be going through the house, looking through all the rooms, that were all connected by doors, not by hallways...and going through all of the stuff...old clothes, dresses, jewelry, pictures, knick knacks, everything...it was an interesting dream, even though it was sometimes scary.

Now I seem to have a new recurring dream...a mouthful of glass!! WTF? I've had this dream several times now...it's not always exactly the same place or the same circumstance, but I always take a big drink of something and then realize I have a mouth full of glass, and then I'm trying to get it out of my mouth without swallowing or cutting the inside of my mouth.

I miss my house dreams...even the scary ones.

My Daily Candy Email Of The Day

Jimmy Hat Trick
French Letter Ecofriendly Condoms

Dear John,

Some things are tough to say in person. Like, your junk is boring. I mean, physically it excites me (well done, BTW), but it’s just so, um, beige.

Of course, you must wear a condom (sorry, you’re not daddy material). But you should liven things up with French Letter Condoms. The new penile accessories come in red and yellow, studded for stimulation, scented (vanilla or passion fruit), or with a potency ring for performance enhancement. And the shiny tinfoil-like wrapper nails the condom-of-the-future look.

The Brits behind the jaunty raincoats are into fair play: The workers on the rubber plantation receive proper wages and benefits. Not to mention the condoms are completely vegan (suck it, animal lovers).

Well, that pretty much wraps things up.

No glove, no love,
Sally

Available online at ethicalsuperstore.com. For more information, go to frenchlettercondoms.co.uk.

Happy Birthday, Elton John

Elton John is 62 years old today!
One of the things on my "Bucket List", which I haven't actually made yet, is to see Elton John's Red Piano Show in Vegas...

My Quote Of The Day

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
~ Jack Kerouac ~

I Hope Someday You'll Join Us...

The Widow Maker

I now have a new CYPHER® Sirolimus-eluting Coronary Stent in my LAD Artery...otherwise known as "The Widow Maker".

It was all so fast, my head is still spinning...

I did the 2 week...hmmm, is it, nah...and then the 2 or 3 day debate...should I go, is it my imagination?...Indigestion?...Bronchitis? So on Tuesday, I decided to go get checked out...no need to alarm the family, I'll just run in and hope they tell me I have bronchitis and be on my way...what? My cardiac enzymes are normal overall, but the isoenzymes are slightly elevated? Again...what? I spend the night, as I have on several false alarm trips to the ER...the cardiologist says my overnight tests were good, but he wants to go in and look around...tomorrow, Thurday, March 19th...shit, not again...I don't have time for this...I guess I have to tell the family now...Mom and Dad run down on Thurday morning...I go into the cath lab...the stent I had put in back in May of last year closed...new stent...lay on your back for 2 hours...which turned out to be more like 4 or 6...pull out the sheath...lay for 8 more hours...Friday, the cardiologist comes in and says "I think you're ready to go home." Oops...just let me find a ride...ok...back to the motel friday afternoon...like I said, my head is still spinning...back to work tomorrow!

He Blew My Nose And Then He Blew My Mind

I think this video is hot, hot, hot!

Retail Therapy

"We've become a nation measuring out our lives in shopping bags and nursing our psychic ills through retail therapy." Chicago Tribune - 12/24/1986

When we arrived in Kansas City, after our fabulous trip to Houston...our luggage was lost, we did all the reporting stuff and left wondering what toiletries I have doubles of, what I need to go buy, what meds I can borrow from Pa 'til my bag gets to me...about 15 miles from the airport, I got a call and our bags arrived on the next flight...how does that happen?...so we go back to the airport to get our bags. I got a call in the midst of looking for and reporting our bags from my middle child...drama, I won't go into the details. I guess I was getting sick in Houston and when we got back it got worse...my ears wouldn't unplug, my throat hurt, my head was full of snot. So on my drive from Lee's Summit after departing from one sister and my oldest child, I get a call from my baby...18 year old...drama, he has to go to Kentucky to court for a citation from last month on a rodeo trip and will probably have to spend 3 days in jail. I go home with that "let down" feeling after a fun-filled vacation and the next morning I feel like I'm gonna die...I can't breath, there is fire in my throat, snot in my head and I don't know what in my ears, so I call in sick for work after being gone for 5 days...not too big of a deal, I can work on Saturday. Friday night at about 11:00 PM my oldest child texted me...drama, she broke the toilet handle and the toilet was running and she couldn't turn the knob to turn the water off...AAAAAAHHHHHHH. So Saturday work sucked. Nobody else was there, so it was boring and I had to do a bunch of screens and I HATE screens. So, Saturday afternoon...I'm sick of work, still not feeling that great health-wise, and tired of packing up and going back and forth. So I decided I would stay down here in Petticoat Junction or what I'm beginning to think of as Creepyville, in my flea bag motel and get some rest and peace. But by the time I got off of work, I started feeling depressed about not going home and sitting in the motel room doing nothing...Light Bulb!! Outlet Mall 20 miles away...shopping!

I went to Bath & Body Works, of course. Their stuff has a new look...




Got some new scrubs...I needed a change of colors...


Got a new pair of Skechers...


Found some cheap books...




My "Psychic Ill" is all better now! Not bad therapy for a couple hundred bucks.

My On The Spot Inspiration Book

As I've mentioned before, I get lots of ideas and inspiration for wonderful blogs in the wrong place at the wrong time and when I'm at the computer ZIP!

Well, my wonderful, crafty baby sister gave me the BEST thing. A notebook to carry with me so I can jot down my ideas for blogs. She even personalized it with the name of my blog...

All The World's A Stage

Part of our fun filled trip to Houston for the reunion of the Sisters, included a trip to Target. After a little poo incident in the car and a lot of team work in the parking lot, we were good to go.

I would love to look at the world through my nephew, "Repeat"'s eyes, for just one day. All the world's a stage for Repeat. Here's a tidbit of his impromptu, uninhibited stage performance. Don't you wish you could let loose like this, whenever the feeling struck.

Hockey? Seriously?

Before our recent trip to Houston for another reunion of the Sisters, we exchanged several emails on what we were going to do. One of the options was a Hockey game. Hockey? Seriously? I've never been to a Hockey game and I'm not much of a sports fan (except for rodeo...I know, some people don't consider Rodeo a sport, but whatever). Anyway, I thought, "Ok, I'm up for whatever." We went to the Houston Aeros/Chicago Wolves game. Well, let me tell you, Hockey rules!

Apparently, the Aeros were tied for third place in the West Division with the Chicago Wolves...yeah, I don't really know what that means, but this game put them into second place with a 2-1 win.

I learned a tiny bit about Hockey, saw lots of hot guys skating, shooting, fighting. It was awesome...well, except for the annoying girl behind us that would NOT shut up, but I will leave that story for another sister to tell. :)

Hello Houston

This was our welcome to Houston on the most recent reunion of the "Sisters".

Inspired By ROBBIN'Z RAMBLINGZ

With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Sneeze Some Dust That You Got Buzzed On

Remember Humble Pie?

My Latest Death Hag Mission

Yes, I'm a Death Hag. Scott Michaels is one of my heroes. I went on both of his tours...the Dearly Departed Tour and the Helter Skelter Tour, when I was in LA. Loved them both. Since my dream of being Scott Michaels' personal assistant, co-pilot or just tag-a-long will never come to pass, I began going on my own, what I call, death hag missions. I will (maybe) post some of my previous trips later.

Anywho...my recent trip was to Tipton, MO, to the grave of Gene Clark. Who is Gene Clark you ask? He was a singer-songwriter, and one of the founding members of the folk-rock group The Byrds. His accomplishments go beyond The Byrds...way beyond. You can read more
here and here.



Gene Clark died May 24, 1991, at age 46, just 4 months after The Byrds were inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame.
He was buried in Tipton, MO, per his request (according to some web sources).





Since I've been slacking on my guitar playing practice, maybe I can get a little inspiration from Gene Clark...



Interestingly, although Gene Clark originally played guitar with the Byrds, according to one web source I found, he was reduced to playing the Tambourine, as shown in the video above, when David Crosby took over the guitar playing. Maybe I should buy a Tambourine...

Seriously Larry!

4:00 AM

RING! RING! (I'm in a motel room, mind you.)

"Hello?"

"Is Larry there?"

"You've got the wrong number."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I called the wrong room"

"Ok"

*Click*

4:06 AM

RING! RING!

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping!?"

"This is Larry. I'm over here in room 130-something. Do you wanna come over and have a drink?"

"No, thank you."

*Click*

4:12 AM

RING! RING!

"HELLO!?"

"Hi. Are you alone?"

"No."

"You got a man over there with you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

*Click*

4:18 AM

RING! RING!

"HELLO!?"

"Listen, I'm sorry, I want to apologize."

"Ok."

"I'm just sitting over here having a drink and you sound really purty and I just..."

*Click*

4:20 AM

RING! RING!

"Hi, I'm sorry, but can you tell who is calling me. Somebody from another room keeps calling me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can just block your phone."

"Ok, thank you."

"Your welcome."

*Click*

Seriously, Larry, how many dates have you actually gotten by calling a wrong number at a motel???

Rainy Days And Mondays!

Cartoon Kids

BLOG SLACKER

I totally suck at this.

The Electric City

WTF? I was home a total of 8, yes 8 days during my last service period. My electricity part of my bill was $98.27, PLUS PURCHASED POWER ADJUSTMENT $14.45 ( I guess the electric city has to buy power from somewhere else???) $15.47 for the water I used AND $13.10 to dispose of this water. Like I said before... WTF? $13.25 for trash pickup...for a grand total of $154.54 for EIGHT days at home. It's a good thing I'm not here the whole month.

Plan For Life Or Plan For Death?

The picture above is where I was a year ago today. It was actually the 14th that I was told that I was or had been having a heart attack and they did the heart cath and put 3 stents in an artery that was bypassed 5 1/2 years earlier...yeah, it didn't make sense to me until after it was explained to me for the third time the following May.

On the 12th of January a year ago, I was walking around Venice Beach having a heart attack. Today when I walked outside and it was -1 degree, I would've traded this day for that one in a heart beat...um, no pun intended.

Anyway, there's a long emo blog about it on my myspace, so I won't go into all of that, but for the last year I have pondered the title of this blog and have started a blog about it several times and didn't finish it.

I've had 2 heart attacks, 3 bypasses, 4 stents and a carotid endarterectomy, oh and a laparoscopic cholecystectomy, since I turned 40! Mama always said...life begins at 40! But Mama never told me there'd be days like these.

No, I don't eat right, I don't exercise and I still smoke...yes, I need my ass kicked.

So, "what do you do?" I asked myself.

I better say my good-byes.

Tell my children I love them. Tell them I'm sorry for all the things I did that made their lives suck. Tell them how proud I am of the things they've accomplished and the people they've become, in spite of a lot of bad choices on my part.

Tell my parents thank you for a million things. Tell them I love and respect them more than I have or could ever show or tell them.

Tell my siblings I love them and I'm sorry for the times we've grown apart and gone so long without seeing or talking to each other...for no other reason than just where life takes us.

Tell Samantha to make sure that Jeremy always knows that I love him and I can't even begin to explain the happiness that he has brought to my life.

Tell Kati...this one is too complicated to explain because some of my thoughts were before she was even here...

Better get my estate in order...oh wait, I don't have anything.

Better make my last wishes known...I want Amazing Grace played at my funeral. I want a white hearse...

WAIT...Am I just going to sit around and wait to die? I'm not done yet...I have plans...lots of plans...better make a bucket list (I'll make that another blog) and I better get started, because you just never know.

You know that saying...Live Each Day As If It's Your Last...BULLSHIT! How do you do that? If I was living today as if it were my last, I damn sure wouldn't be going out in -1 degrees to go to work. Most times, tomorrow DOES come! I think next time a bill collector calls me, I'm going to tell him, "Oh sorry, but I was living each day as if it was my last and that didn't involve making money or paying bills."

Anyway, this rambling blog really has no closure. I'm working towards some of my plans and enjoying life more...really...I know it sounds lame, but now I treasure even my boredom.

Life goes on...until you die.

Watch for my Bucket List blog.

HUH??

I took the 43 Things Personality Quiz and found out I'm a Romantic Self-Knowing Builder