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the life and times of sherrena
Wednesday April 26, 2006
For those of you that missed the little clip of Bill Clinton awarding a medal to a scientist, for out standing achievement in his field, you can catch a 33 second viewing of it on AOL…. Or, you can let me tell you…. A man’s voice spoke over a microphone, telling of why the scientist was getting the award, as Bill Clinton took the medal and raised it above his head… After several seconds of Bill trying to casually slip the ribbon over the man’s head the scientist his self then began to try…. And not to gently I might add… As he twisted and turned it, he finaly dropped his hands in front of him with the medal and ribbon hanging...and a look on his face that could not be described…. In which Bill Clinton added with a reply.. “ His brain is just too big!”… I have to say that it sure broke the tension that was building…. All in all I thought Bill Clinton was as close as a president can be, to being a “real” man. Of course the other ones were great and almost beyond looking at them as a real man but not Clinton…. Not only was he president BUT ALSO a man. All the other’s I just thought of as “President”… Yes, he did a few things wrong, ( in societies eyes ), but that only made him “more” real!… I guess real like Nixon was… of course not in the same way…. Tricky Dick has been replaced by Slick Willy…. And Watergate turned into the No Tell Motel…. Or the Oval office… where ever that cigar box was… Who knows!… Maybe the No Tell Motel "HAS" an Oval office suit!… Complete with cigar box and all…. And instead of the little mint on the pillow you get the cigar!…. That Lucky Monica Lewinski! Fun with the Prez!… She must have felt like Norma Jean Baker when Bill was hand motioning her on in for a little dick-tation. Oh well, I guess we all can’t be the president’s women. | | Posted by sherrena at 2:21 PM - | |
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Tuesday April 25, 2006
I was thinking that this is one of my all time favorite songs... I remember it playing one night when I was a teenager and my friends and I were drunk on Boons farm wine.... Awe yes my friends, those were the day's...
Hey Joe : Jimi Hendrix
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where ya goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady now You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man Huh, and that ain't to cool
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down down Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down You shot her down to the ground
Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round the town And I gave her the gun, I shot her
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now Where you gonna run to Hey Joe, I said, where you gonna run to now Where you, where you gonna go
Well dig it I'm goin' way down south Way down Mexico way, alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna find me He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now Hey Joe, you better run on down Goodbye, everybody
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Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues
Written by Danny O'Keefe
in 1972
Everybody's goin' away Said they're movin' to LA There's not a soul I know around Everybody's leavin' town
Some caught a freight, some caught a plane Find the sunshine, leave the rain They said this town's a waste of time I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine
Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues
Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me "You're not a kid at thirty-three" "Ya play around, ya lose your wife" "Ya play too long, you lose your life"
I got my pills to ease the pain Can't find a thing to ease the rain I'd love to try and settle down But everybody's leavin' town
Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues
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Monday April 24, 2006
I need help naming my last little baby….. Well, my dog Pearls baby…. I want to call him…. And I know that it’s not original… Chester Carl… I pondered on the name George Edward along with Groucho, Taco, and a whole other host of names… He looks like none of those… Truth is he looks like a black and white Buster… But I can’t give Buster’s name away! He has to be remembered with out confusion… (update):…. I have chosen a name…. Dirt Diggler….. And it fits him…..
Oh woe is me!!!! Oh woe is me!!!!! I’m so lonely! I wish I had someone to talk too! Ever wonder why there aren’t as many “life and times of Sherrena” in the present? Because I have NONE! Only tales of this farm… my chickens… my dogs… and to tell you the truth? I find myself rather boring… I want to look into some ones eyes and talk to them… I want to see their smile and hear their voice… Not the screaming one I hear every day…. Sure I talk to my family on the phone… it’s almost like talking through the computer…. Still not the same….and I talk to the husband some times but he gets mad really easy and starts screaming… for no reason… It’s his way of picking a fight so he doesn’t have to talk to me… I talk to my animals and they have NOTHING to say back and thank Goodness for that! Or I might be doing a little stint down at the Nervous Hospital… Even at the BBQ I really didn’t have much to say… So I don’t know what I’m upset about…Faced with a person to talk I bet I wouldn’t have any thing to say any way….
I was thinking…. Now I want to win the sweepstakes for more than one reason… besides being able to get away from the screamer I would be rubbing my luck in the screamers face!… He said to me…. “Give it up Sherrena… your not going to win anything…. That’s all just a scam! All a joke to get your hopes up… people like you never win any money”….. (Hummmmm… people like me?)… “Yeah…. The unlucky people of the world!”… Wouldn’t it be nice for me to win after hearing that? Show him what an unlucky person can do with the winnings? Well that would be leaving him behind with his bottom lip stuck out and dirt blowing around him….. Awe yes…. Elizabeth I, was right when she said that women have forgot more about cruelty than men will ever know…( I’ve been watching that too on HBO)…. I give that little group of channels a billion star rating…To bad for them my thoughts aren’t the Norm….
I start to feel bad after I have written down all my opinions about the husband… As I look back through the post I read all those things that I have wrote and I feel sorry for him a little…. That I am not more loyal to him… I look at it, I guess from his point of view and it must be awful to know that your wife said and thought those ugly things about you…. And to the world!…. So from here on out I will not mention him in a bad way… only to tell you the good that he does… So be prepared not to hear much about him…. SEE!… I need to stop with myself!….
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I am a light house, worn by the weather and the waves. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way. I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. I was so happy... But joy in this life seldom lasts.
I had a keeper, He helped me warn the ships at sea. We had grown closer, Till His joy meant everything to me. And He was to marry, A girl who shone with beauty and light. And they loved each other, And with me watched the sunsets into night.
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to the sea.. and the winds that blow reminds me, of what has been, and what can never be.
She had to leave us, My keeper, He prayed for her safe return. But when the night came, The weather to a raging storm had turned. He watched their ship fight, But in vain, against the wild and terrible winds. And me, so helpless, she dashed against the rocks, and met her rest.
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to the sea.. and the winds that blow reminds me, of what has been, and what can never be.
Then, on the next day, My keeper found her washed up on the shore.. He kissed her cold face, That they'd be together soon, He swore. I saw Him crying, watched as He buried her in the sand. And then He climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me, He ran.
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to the sea.. and the winds that blow reminds me, of what has been, and what can never be.
I am a light house, Worn by the weather and the waves, And though I'm empty, I still warn the sailors on their way
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