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Music Monday… on Tuesday: P!nk

Some of Pink’s songs bring out the stripper in me that I didn’t know existed. You probably have at least one song that does that. I start shaking my hips, drop it like it’s hot, and dance like no one’s watching. Cheers!





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Music Monday: James Bay

Planting apple trees at our new house.

Planting apple trees at our new house.

The past few weeks have been so busy. We bought our very first home after my husband retired from the military two weeks ago. I just had surgery last Monday and the packers for our move came Tuesday. Everything got moved in Thursday and here we are. It’s so weird that after all this time thinking we would be moving back to California, we decided to stay in Maine. It will be an adjustment.

Plus, there’s no way we would be able to get a house for the same price as here. Our new house sits on 4 1/2 acres and my husband has dreams of an apple orchard, which he already started planting for. The whole process of finding a home is confusing and one big mindfuck. But, after 20 years as a Navy wife, we’re finally home.

Here’s James Bay. My husband and I are seeing him in October. Squee, I can’t wait! His music’s great, he’s hot, and he has an English accent. I’m a sucker for an accent. I love true musicians that just need a guitar and their voice to create awesome music.




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Music Monday: Panic! At The Disco

Gay Pride Festival

Gay Pride Festival

I used to do Music Monday in my early days of blogging, years ago, and I miss it. So, I’m bringing it back. I know, who wants to watch videos on a blog when there’s YouTube, but fuck it. Music is my therapy. When it comes to Panic! At The Disco, the music got me through one of my first bouts of depression.

We had recently moved, I was in an absolutely horrible funk, and was in bed for 5 days straight watching episode after episode of Six Feet Under. During this time, I heard the song I Write Sins Not Tragedies and it brought a little light to the way I was feeling. Since then, I’ve loved this band.

I’d like to say that my heart goes out to everyone affected by the Pulse shooting. So many beautiful lives were taken too soon and in such a hateful way. Love is love no matter what.




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Book Review: I, Tina


*For the lovely Alice.

I, Tina – by Tina Turner with Kurt Loder

I love, love, love Tina Turner and have always admired her strength. I saw the 1993 movie “What’s Love Got To Do With It” and couldn’t believe the things that Ms. Turner endured during her years with Ike Turner. In the book, the things that he did were even more reprehensible.

At the age of 3, Anna Mae Bullock and her sister were left behind by their parents in Nut Bush, Tennesse. Her sister Alline went to live with Mama Georgie, who Anna adored and loved but Anna was sent to live with the dour and strict Mama Roxanna.

Anna first debuted her amazing pipes in church. While she didn’t care for church, choir was the one thing she really loved.

In 1956, Anna Mae moved to St. Louis to live with her mom which was certainly a culture shock coming from the backwoods of Nut Bush, Tennessee. Alline had also come to St. Louis and they would go to clubs, one was where they saw Ike Turner and the Kings of Rhythm.

While Anna Mae didn’t think much of Ike at the time, when she saw him perform, she was blown away. Anna and Ike were involved with others and during this time Anna became pregnant by The Kings of Rhythm saxophone player, Raymond Hill.

The relationship didn’t last and despite the fact that Ike and Tina saw each other as having more of a brother/sister relationship, they ended up together, starting an extremely tumultuous relationship.

Soon Anna Mae was pregnant with Ike’s baby, her second child. Ike also renamed her Tina Turner and after working their asses off , touring clubs and long days with Ike overworking the crew, the hard work paid off and they got the opportunity to move to Los Angeles.

While their career was on the up and up, the relationship was hanging by a thread. There was so much abuse at the hand of Ike, and Tina felt like she owed it to Ike to stay since she knew what it was like to be abandoned by family.

The abuse from Ike are unspeakable but Tina tried her hardest to keep the band and family together. There were also serious threats made by Ike to keep Tina in line.

Not only was Ike Turner abusive to Tina, he would lash out at friends and coworkers as well. After many years of his abusive behavior, Tina finally had enough and got the courage to leave. During this time, she was exploring Buddhism and she felt that gave her the strength to finally leave.

Even after leaving Ike, he still made his presence known. Tina feared for her life and her childrens’ with the threats he would make to her for leaving him. There was even one instance when Tina was at home and there was a gunshot. The bullet went through her living room window. While they didn’t have proof, she was sure Ike was behind this despicable act.

After Tina’s divorce from Ike, all she was left with was her professional name. She went back to playing clubs and hotels. Then she got her break with music manager Roger Davies and she started touring all over the world.

Things really started to happen to her career when Roger Davies booked the Ritz in NYC to showcase Tina. It was a success! She even got the chance to tour with The Rolling Stones, something she did years prior when she was still with Ike.

Tina has grown from a sassy little girl from Nut Bush, Tennessee to a beloved international superstar.

This is one of the best autobiographies I’ve read. What was surprising to me was that Ike Turner even took part in it with interviews. While this book can be hard to read because of the abuse Ike handed out, it also shows strength, courage, and inspiration from Tina.

*Proud Mary… AMAZING live performance.

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Oh, hell yeah!

The hummingbird only goes to preschool a few days a week but she has missed this week… except today. I was getting her to preschool no matter what.

I think I would have hopped on one foot while walking over hot, broken glass if that’s what it took.

To celebrate, here are some tunes that I’ve been listening to this past week. I’m pretty sure most or all of them have been played on my blog before.

The Lumineers- Ho Hey

The Civil Wars – Barton Hollow

Nine Inch Nails – March Of The Pigs

Glen Hansard – Leave

Alex Clare – The Sexy As Fuck Song

Kings Of Leon – My Party

Damien Rice – Woman Like A Man (I’ve been obsessed with the guy for years)


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What a fucking week!


**Updated again.

So, this week has been very interesting. A crazy group of trolls attacked my blog but I’m still writing the post about the crazies which I will have up sometime this week.

I’ll give you a look at some of the lovely comments I got. It was from a child free community that found a post I wrote about tantrums where I try to make light of it. Fucking losers with nothing better to do. Not the community as a whole, just the idiots that have been harassing me. All because of this post I wrote two years ago, Toddler PMS.


Daniel February 13, 2013 at 21:33

“You’re a shitty parent. Discipline your child please before she becomes a shitty person. You may think it’s funny that your child is screaming and running all over the place, but other people have to deal with that shit too, and we don’t think it’s very funny at all.”

Elle February 13, 2013 at 21:57 

“From you, I will take that as a compliment. You must be very proud of yourself to bash a woman you don’t even know. All safe and sound behind your computer. Oooh, what a big man you are.”

ShitBreedersSay February 13, 2013 at 15:31


You mad bro? You seem mad. Are you mad because you wasted your life having kids while us childfree people get to enjoy our lives? I bet that is why you are mad.

I am not mad, I am glad I am not you. I would never want to be so bitter and hateful.”

Elle February 13, 2013 at 18:15

Yeah, go back to playing your video games and jerking off to porn. I’m just sorry your mom had to put up with you as a child, Yeah, remember that. You were a little child once.”

Krystal February 14, 2013 at 09:28 

When your child acts like a demon n public it does make you look like a shitty parent. When your child acts like a demon in public they ARE BEING A FUCKING BRAT. There are ways to deal with this. You obviously haven’t found a way to do so yet.

I deleted the comment below but emailed it to the hubby so I still have it saved. It’s the best one yet.

“Wow. I suggest that you beat your little shit until it stops crying. In no way is this behavior acceptable.”

Ummm, yeah, there’s plenty more where that came from. Stay tuned.

For now, I just want to relax and enjoy some music.

I absolutely love the lyrics to Soul Meets Body so here they are….

“Soul Meets Body”

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remainAnd I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
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