Poetry Monday

This week's ditty is one of my favorite Rick Springfield songs!

Woman

And I say no (no), no more, I can’t see you again



But I don’t know if I mean it


I don’t know if I just pretend


I make up my mind the feeling’s dead


But who’s fooling who inside my head


And I know that I had the feeling


That something’s wrong


It’s been out of my control for much too long


I always seem to want to fall in love


With the iron hand inside the velvet glove


But it feels too good






Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)


I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)


Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)


My private beatings never show


Woman when you make love you close your eyes


(and I get any closer to the mystery)


Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)


Don’t cut me free ’cause I can’t be myself






The voices say (stand up), I wish that I could


I feel the nail being driven in


But there’s something about it that feels so good


You’re always the talk of the town


And the town won’t shut up talking


’til the king is crowned


And I know that I know you like it, hard and tough


There’s a lot of heat and spark, but that’s not enough


The actor wants to skip the final scene


Tho’ the keys are in the getaway machine


I just can’t go






Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)


I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)


Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)


My private beatings never show


Woman when you make love you close your eyes


(and I get any closer to the mystery)


Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)


Don’t cut me free ’cause I can’t be myself






And I know that I get the feeling


There’s something wrong


It’s been out of my control for much too long


I always seem to want to fall in love


With the iron hand inside the velvet glove


But it feels so good






Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)


I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)


Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)


My private beatings never show


Woman when you make love you close your eyes


(and I get any closer to the mystery)


Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)


Don’t cut me free ’cause I can’t be myself

5 for Sunday

One of my best friends bought me a Kindle. I've been having a lot of fun with it. It will never replace print books in my heart, but it's still enjoyable. Anyway, here are 5 of the books that I've downloaded so far.

Garlic and Sapphires: The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise

I love Ruth's work. Seeing a glimpse into what a restaurant reviewer goes through adds a new dimension to the dining experience. I've experienced some of the the same treatment at restaurants that she describes in this book- lousy treatment by myself as an unknown, being kowtowed to when I go in with somebody "important".



One of the things I enjoyed most was the amount of effort that went into creating her other personas. Anybody can just slap on a wig- it takes real work to become another person altogether.


Give this book a read- you'll think twice about what and where you eat!

Poetry Monday

Another Song!

Closing Time- Semisonic

Closing time



Open all the doors and let you out into the world


Closing time


Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl






Closing time


One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer


Closing time


You don't have to go home but you can't stay here






I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


Take me home






Closing time


Time for you to go out to the places you will be from


Closing time


This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come






So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits


I hope you have found a friend


Closing time


Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end, yeah






I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


Take me home






Closing time


Time for you to go out to the places you will be from






I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


Take me home






I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


I know who I want to take me home


Take me home






Closing time


Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

Stitch Sunday

Yep, more cross stitch! This is what I've been doing in between books. Here are some designs I either have done or will do from the book Subversive Cross Stitch by Julie Jackson. (none of the images are of my work- haven't been able to get my camera to upload- thank god for Google images, which is where these have all come from) 

 Did this one for my pregnant friend, Jessica.

 done for my friend/landlord, Chad.
 Think the bosses will let me put this on my desk?

  this one isn't in the book, but I'd like to get the pattern and stitch it anyway.


 Ditto for this one!

The Color of Love: A Mother's Choice in the Jim Crow South

Reading this book was painful for me. Don't get me wrong- it's a wonderfully told story of love in spite of circumstance- but it hit VERY close to home. My interracial parents were married in the eastern part of NC in the same timeframe as this book and endured a lot of racism, including death threats when my mother became pregnant with me. To have to deal with alcoholism, family betrayal, racism and manage grow up without becoming insane is a testament to Gene Cheek's inner strength. I'd like to meet him someday.



As far as the book goes- I would highly recommend this to anyone, but especially to people who need to realize that love IS color-blind. You can't stop it, change it, or make it go away. Trying to destroy it because you don't like or understand it just tears everyone apart- epsecially the innocent- and leaves scars that never truly heal.

Poetry Monday

More of Ms Dorothy Parker

Men

They hail you as their morning star

Because you are the way you are.

If you return the sentiment,

They'll try to make you different;

And once they have you, safe and sound,

They want to change you all around.

Your moods and ways they put a curse on;

They'd make of you another person.

They cannot let you go your gait;

They influence and educate.

They'd alter all that they admired.

They make me sick, they make me tired

Sunday Stitches

5 Designs I Will Have Done By the End of March:









 (This is SOOOOOOO my little black cat!)

Vertigo- Lauren Baratz-Logsted

I've read Lauren's contemporary works and was interested to see how she'd handle a historical novel. I think she did quite well. Comparisons can be made to Madame Bovary, but that is not a bad thing.







It's fascinating to see how easily love and trust can be manipulated. Emma started out in a loving, honest relationship (or did she?) and the progression of her alternate relationship was slow and complex. It was an interesting look at how Emma's society viewed themselves and each other, especially considering that her correspondence with a prisoner fell dramatically outside the norm.






I was thrown a bit toward the end- was she losing her mind, or was it all an elaborate scheme? The thing I thought was best is that the reader isn't presented with a neatly wrapped ending. There are still threads to be followed, decisions to be made. One wonders what will become of our heroine.

Poetry Monday

I'm expanding this to include song lyrics- after all, some of the original epic poems were performed as songs to assist in the ability to memorize them, right?



Rest In Pieces- Nikki Sixx (the version performed by Saliva is AWESOME)

Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine. you look so beautiful tonight
Remind me how you laid us down
And gently smiled before you destroyed my life


Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces


Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces


Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
You got much closer than I thought you did
I’m in your reach
You held me in your hands
But could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces

Sunday Sillies are back!

Sorry I  missed a few weeks. Life got in the way. It does that sometimes. Anyway, I'm back, and this week's 5 are:

Designs I Plan To Cross Stitch By The End Of The Year











There ARE more, but this is a good start!

Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things

This scared me a little- I've often thought I was on the slippery slope of becomng a hoarder and I saw a LOT of myself in some of the case studies mentioned. Hoewever, I also gained a little insight to why I do some of the things I do and how to get control over some of the others. And then my mother told me about the older relatives who really WERE hoarders....sigh.