Note: the photo upload function does not appear to be working, so I have public links for my photos.
With the voice of my DIL( who threatened me if I didn't come home) ringing in my ears, I got through security at Tulsa in about 15 minutes. I had a one hour layover in Dallas before going on to Los Angeles for dinner at Denny’s with my younger son and to enjoy the comforts of the Travelodge on Century Blvd. The next morning, I was off to LAX for my TSA pat-down (almost lost Miles the Bear at the El Al security check point before my TSA pat-down – He really is too cute!) and board El Al for 14.5 hours of people watching, eating and snoozing.
Miles the Bear Hamming it up at LAX
(Two of the girls in the newspaper are my granddaughters, Alyssa and Abby)
I only loaded 10 hours of music on the iPod and MP3 players. But I had some annoyingly heavy books, none of which were read during the flight. I felt like a sardine in a much smaller than average sardine can. First, I gave up my AISLE seat for a MIDDLE seat to a child so he could sit with his mother. (Rabbi, I think I should get Double Merit Points for this Good Deed!) And, the guy next to me in window seat just gave off the “I-Hate-You-And-Everyone-Related-To-You” vibe. The woman who had the aisle seat was very nice, though, and we coordinated toilet visits and water runs…LOL. At least we had in-flight personal video screens on the Boeing 777, so I could watch Hebrew movies with English subtitles – or English movies with Hebrew subtitles.
I landed safely in Tel Aviv at 2pm-ish on Friday. It was VERY awesome to have flight crew wishing everyone "Shabbat Shalom" as we disembarked. I lugged my 120 pounds of crap through the Ben Gurion Airport and out to the curb. I forgot to get a cell phone before leaving the airport, but a Rabbinic student from California let use her phone to text the landlord my expected arrival time. I rode the Sherut (Shuttle) to my rental apartment (WAY CUTE!).
Pictures of My Jerusalem Apartment
I needed to find food before everything closed for the Sabbath...Lucky me, the corner market was still open when I was finished with the landlord. I paid NIS180 ($60) for food for a couple of days. And did I mention the YUMMY vitamin water? I am SO GLAD I cannot read Modern Hebrew well enough to know how many calories are in the liter I drank today! Too bad I forgot the matches and couldn't actually LIGHT Shabbat candles...
Miles the Bear Ready for His First Shabbat in Jerusalem
Darn jet-lag! I couldn't sleep last even with a sleeping pill. So I finally got to sleep at 5:30AM, meaning I missed Shabbat services. So I left to walk to the Kotel at 10:30am, taking the "scenic route"... Mara's Map to the rescue! I meditated and people-watched for about an hour. It started cooling off and, without my watch OR cell phone, my stomach told me it was time to get back. I can always tell what time it is by the rumblings of my tummy…LOL
I "discovered", however, that pushing my way through the SEA of People in the Christian Quarter was not nearly as nice or Shabbasadik as meandering through the nearly deserted streets of the Jewish Quarter. (and the shops weren't open.) The hill going up to the Jaffa Gate was steep, so I liked walking down better.
And I got lost again. Mara's Map is awesome! I got back to my apartment at 3:30. Food and a 3 1/2 hour nap were heaven!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The Journey Begins with Bumps...
Oh Man! I started the Pilgrimage.
I am reading the book, The Road Trip Pilgrim’s Guide by Dan Austin. If you have any questions about some odd phrase I use in the blog from this point forward, it is Dan’s fault, he writes well enough that I like his descriptors for taking a pilgrimage.
I left home with approximately 120 pounds of my nearest and dearest crap: clothes, books – religious and secular, gifts for “just-in-case-I-need-one, art supplies (acrylics & pastels), and electronics of all sorts – including my ghost hunting toys, teas and –a medicinal collection to rival Walgreens. Things I forgot: my Brita water bottle in the car (BRAND FRICKING NEW!), a blow dryer (so I will look like a female Einstein unless I buy another one) and Miles’ Kick-Ass, heavy-handled, amazing point-me-in-the-right-direction walking stick, placed by the FRONT DOOR so I wouldn’t forget it. I am most upset about the walking stick. I really wanted the walking stick with the compass in the handle since I am having this adventure without the benefit of GPS. Even with the amazing, awesome laminated street map of Jerusalem, I really wanted the cane. It was supposed to be like my “magic token”, a symbol of the walks that Miles and used to take together and a symbol of his presence. *sigh* I suppose I will have to like, engage the natives and occasionally ask directions. Lucky me, everyone WANTS to speak English in India and Israel…and I guess that, just like the hair dryer, can be replaced for this journey – at least for protection of The Pilgrim Princess (me).
The drive from Oswego to Tulsa Airport was uneventful, just quality time with my daughter-in-law, Cheryl. And check-in was good: $60 for the two humongous bags that just needed a teeny bit of re-sorting to balance them out so they were BOTH under the 50 pound limit.
Then the first challenge: an hour delay at the Dallas Airport. And the first real bumps: turbulence. Eh, it’s all over. At least I will have time with my younger son tonight in Los Angeles. City of Angels, how appropriately symbolic. Too bad my Rabbi is off at a Rabbinic conference in Vegas. I guess his “blessing” for my journey will need to be of the long-distance variety!
I decided not to bring a coat or even a sweater. Dan talks about “putting on the mantle of a Hero”, accepting that I can be a Hero, open myself up to being a source of blessing for others and allowing others to be a blessing to me. The ticket agent in Tulsa was just the first “angel” I met, letting me re-organize my bags, instead of just sucking more money out of me for the over-weight bag. And just like his journeys, I am on a sort-of Hero’s quest. In Judaism, we can perform acts of loving kindness, gemilut chassdim, in the merit of our loved ones who have died. And these acts are magnified, according to some rabbis, if they are performed in Israel. So this is my quest: to do as much good as I can in the next six weeks. And I do have a “bead” on a couple of places in Israel to begin. But, back to my Hero’s Mantle. I, instead of a coat, brought my very thin, but very warm sage green wrap that I bought during happier days at Sycamore Mineral Springs in San Luis Obispo. It is symbolic to me because: 1. Green is Miles’ favorite color and I use it as a “sign” of his approval and encouragement in my past travels; 2. It folds up to about the size of the Pilgrim Book; 3. It makes me feel very “Audrey Hepburn” kind of chic; 4. It reminds me of my friends in SLO; 5. It is just so frickin’ warm! I did bring a cheap fold up rain poncho and umbrella – just in case Someone tries to rain on my parade.
I also left my Dell laptop at home. I KNOW that I would be heartbroken if it was damaged, lost or stolen since it was the last tangible gift that Miles gave to me. We actually argued about getting it! My old Dell died an agonizingly slow death…it is sad when the hard drive loses its memory, ya know? He told me to buy a new laptop because he just couldn’t bear to see me in my chair without my computer, it was just not “natural”. And his instructions were very clear: get the biggest, fastest, bad-ass computer Dell makes and spend $2000. Of course, I spent half of that and still am way past pleased. The computer arrived on October 5th, 12 days before he passed away. I have a picture of us at Taj Palace in SLO that Cheryl took in July 2009 as the screen saver. The new laptop (wow, is it really 18 months old?!?!) is heavy and I want to blog as often as possible in the field, so to speak, so I bought a relatively inexpensive Netbook. Small, light-weight and Cheryl is waiting patiently for it to return so she can use it for note taking at school. It will be the last Heroic Act of the Pilgrimage, I suppose.
Dan’s definition of a pilgrimage: a trip, not unlike a vacation, but of importance that, hopefully will impact the pilgrim, the fellow travelers, and Secret Angels/Heroes encountered in the journey. A pilgrimage can be a “Eat, Pray, Love” adventure, but the most important ideal of the pilgrim must be to find oneself and be true to that ideal. It can also include: crying one’s eyes out at something so beautiful, crashing with locals, sleeping on the beach, guzzling local alcoholic refreshments, but ultimately finding that “grail of happiness”, truth to self. The path and the shrine may be the body of the pilgrimage, but the human interactions, according to Dan, is the human interactions. Lucky me, my friend Lisa will be with me for about half of the journey, possibly averting me causing any “international incidences”.
Funny thing, Dan writes that if you plan the pilgrimage, the right person will appear. When I asked my friend and travel agent, Rabbi Mark, to book the ticket, I had no plans of going with friends. I was going to make my way, solo, in a place I had never visited and just see what happened. Then, after I announced to my friends, Lisa called me and said that she, too, would be in Israel in April. I guess this must be the Pilgrim Magic of which Dan writes, when he says to “go forward and the Magic will ensure that you will never walk alone.”
Of course, I have Miles the Teddy Bear with me. I bought him in SLO just for THIS trip so that you don't just have picture of ME gawking stupidly. I am looking for the drivers for the camera so I can upload the pictures from LAX. Gotta run, El Al is boarding for Tel Aviv!
I am reading the book, The Road Trip Pilgrim’s Guide by Dan Austin. If you have any questions about some odd phrase I use in the blog from this point forward, it is Dan’s fault, he writes well enough that I like his descriptors for taking a pilgrimage.
I left home with approximately 120 pounds of my nearest and dearest crap: clothes, books – religious and secular, gifts for “just-in-case-I-need-one, art supplies (acrylics & pastels), and electronics of all sorts – including my ghost hunting toys, teas and –a medicinal collection to rival Walgreens. Things I forgot: my Brita water bottle in the car (BRAND FRICKING NEW!), a blow dryer (so I will look like a female Einstein unless I buy another one) and Miles’ Kick-Ass, heavy-handled, amazing point-me-in-the-right-direction walking stick, placed by the FRONT DOOR so I wouldn’t forget it. I am most upset about the walking stick. I really wanted the walking stick with the compass in the handle since I am having this adventure without the benefit of GPS. Even with the amazing, awesome laminated street map of Jerusalem, I really wanted the cane. It was supposed to be like my “magic token”, a symbol of the walks that Miles and used to take together and a symbol of his presence. *sigh* I suppose I will have to like, engage the natives and occasionally ask directions. Lucky me, everyone WANTS to speak English in India and Israel…and I guess that, just like the hair dryer, can be replaced for this journey – at least for protection of The Pilgrim Princess (me).
The drive from Oswego to Tulsa Airport was uneventful, just quality time with my daughter-in-law, Cheryl. And check-in was good: $60 for the two humongous bags that just needed a teeny bit of re-sorting to balance them out so they were BOTH under the 50 pound limit.
Then the first challenge: an hour delay at the Dallas Airport. And the first real bumps: turbulence. Eh, it’s all over. At least I will have time with my younger son tonight in Los Angeles. City of Angels, how appropriately symbolic. Too bad my Rabbi is off at a Rabbinic conference in Vegas. I guess his “blessing” for my journey will need to be of the long-distance variety!
I decided not to bring a coat or even a sweater. Dan talks about “putting on the mantle of a Hero”, accepting that I can be a Hero, open myself up to being a source of blessing for others and allowing others to be a blessing to me. The ticket agent in Tulsa was just the first “angel” I met, letting me re-organize my bags, instead of just sucking more money out of me for the over-weight bag. And just like his journeys, I am on a sort-of Hero’s quest. In Judaism, we can perform acts of loving kindness, gemilut chassdim, in the merit of our loved ones who have died. And these acts are magnified, according to some rabbis, if they are performed in Israel. So this is my quest: to do as much good as I can in the next six weeks. And I do have a “bead” on a couple of places in Israel to begin. But, back to my Hero’s Mantle. I, instead of a coat, brought my very thin, but very warm sage green wrap that I bought during happier days at Sycamore Mineral Springs in San Luis Obispo. It is symbolic to me because: 1. Green is Miles’ favorite color and I use it as a “sign” of his approval and encouragement in my past travels; 2. It folds up to about the size of the Pilgrim Book; 3. It makes me feel very “Audrey Hepburn” kind of chic; 4. It reminds me of my friends in SLO; 5. It is just so frickin’ warm! I did bring a cheap fold up rain poncho and umbrella – just in case Someone tries to rain on my parade.
I also left my Dell laptop at home. I KNOW that I would be heartbroken if it was damaged, lost or stolen since it was the last tangible gift that Miles gave to me. We actually argued about getting it! My old Dell died an agonizingly slow death…it is sad when the hard drive loses its memory, ya know? He told me to buy a new laptop because he just couldn’t bear to see me in my chair without my computer, it was just not “natural”. And his instructions were very clear: get the biggest, fastest, bad-ass computer Dell makes and spend $2000. Of course, I spent half of that and still am way past pleased. The computer arrived on October 5th, 12 days before he passed away. I have a picture of us at Taj Palace in SLO that Cheryl took in July 2009 as the screen saver. The new laptop (wow, is it really 18 months old?!?!) is heavy and I want to blog as often as possible in the field, so to speak, so I bought a relatively inexpensive Netbook. Small, light-weight and Cheryl is waiting patiently for it to return so she can use it for note taking at school. It will be the last Heroic Act of the Pilgrimage, I suppose.
Dan’s definition of a pilgrimage: a trip, not unlike a vacation, but of importance that, hopefully will impact the pilgrim, the fellow travelers, and Secret Angels/Heroes encountered in the journey. A pilgrimage can be a “Eat, Pray, Love” adventure, but the most important ideal of the pilgrim must be to find oneself and be true to that ideal. It can also include: crying one’s eyes out at something so beautiful, crashing with locals, sleeping on the beach, guzzling local alcoholic refreshments, but ultimately finding that “grail of happiness”, truth to self. The path and the shrine may be the body of the pilgrimage, but the human interactions, according to Dan, is the human interactions. Lucky me, my friend Lisa will be with me for about half of the journey, possibly averting me causing any “international incidences”.
Funny thing, Dan writes that if you plan the pilgrimage, the right person will appear. When I asked my friend and travel agent, Rabbi Mark, to book the ticket, I had no plans of going with friends. I was going to make my way, solo, in a place I had never visited and just see what happened. Then, after I announced to my friends, Lisa called me and said that she, too, would be in Israel in April. I guess this must be the Pilgrim Magic of which Dan writes, when he says to “go forward and the Magic will ensure that you will never walk alone.”
Of course, I have Miles the Teddy Bear with me. I bought him in SLO just for THIS trip so that you don't just have picture of ME gawking stupidly. I am looking for the drivers for the camera so I can upload the pictures from LAX. Gotta run, El Al is boarding for Tel Aviv!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Finally Getting ready for Israel and India!!!!
I just started thinking about what I want to do in Israel. I was going to start a rough daily plan on my computer so that I could write about it for my travel blog, since I am taking my laptop with me. I was planning on getting a throw-away cell at the airport in Israel for use in the city since the rates for my cell plan will be HORRENDOUS outside of the USA.
I leave Mar 30th and will land in Israel on April 1st in Tel Aviv about 4 hours before Shabbat. I know that it will probably take about 2 hours to get to Jerusalem, but then I will be needing to find food for Shabbat. I think I may need to buy something in Tel Aviv before I leave just in case I get delayed. I leave Israel for India on April 29th. Then I go back to Israel to be in Tel Aviv for 3 days on May 7th. Leave Tel Aviv for LA on May 11. Leave LA on May 15 for Tulsa to go home on May 15.
I'll be staying in Rechavia (Hapalmah St ) while I am in Jerusalem. I have a living room, washroom, bedroom and kitchenette. There is a pull out bed in the living room for guests...My friend from Redondo Beach will be in Israel from April 5-20, so she will be staying with me for 3 or 4 days. (She is visiting her son who signed up for the a year in the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF). If you are a praying person, please pray for her other son who was diagnosed with thyroid cancer last month. They are 24 year old twins and the most adorable boys.
I meant to blog about the basketball season. My grandkids are very, very good at basketball. Last week, Cheryl was driving us, following the bus to the game. All of a sudden not one, but TWO BIG DEER leaped in front of the school bus! I was so made that I didn't have the camera -- it was a fabulous sight! One deer on one side of the bus in the air, the second deer on the other side of the bus in the air and a third deer standing around thinking --"okay, they both need to be taken out of the gene pool -- jumping in front of big yellow school buses!"
Oh and my first Tornado Warning -- totally left THAT out! My DIL had a heck of a time getting some of the grandkids in the house. They wanted to watch. Since my house didn't get blown to the Land of Oz (yeah, I know it's really just a back lot in Los Angeles), I didn't get any postcards...we are relatively safe here in SE Kansas. My son said that tornadoes tend to follow hwy 96 and run north east .....apparently they don't like to leave the main highways .....
I leave Mar 30th and will land in Israel on April 1st in Tel Aviv about 4 hours before Shabbat. I know that it will probably take about 2 hours to get to Jerusalem, but then I will be needing to find food for Shabbat. I think I may need to buy something in Tel Aviv before I leave just in case I get delayed. I leave Israel for India on April 29th. Then I go back to Israel to be in Tel Aviv for 3 days on May 7th. Leave Tel Aviv for LA on May 11. Leave LA on May 15 for Tulsa to go home on May 15.
I'll be staying in Rechavia (Hapalmah St ) while I am in Jerusalem. I have a living room, washroom, bedroom and kitchenette. There is a pull out bed in the living room for guests...My friend from Redondo Beach will be in Israel from April 5-20, so she will be staying with me for 3 or 4 days. (She is visiting her son who signed up for the a year in the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF). If you are a praying person, please pray for her other son who was diagnosed with thyroid cancer last month. They are 24 year old twins and the most adorable boys.
I meant to blog about the basketball season. My grandkids are very, very good at basketball. Last week, Cheryl was driving us, following the bus to the game. All of a sudden not one, but TWO BIG DEER leaped in front of the school bus! I was so made that I didn't have the camera -- it was a fabulous sight! One deer on one side of the bus in the air, the second deer on the other side of the bus in the air and a third deer standing around thinking --"okay, they both need to be taken out of the gene pool -- jumping in front of big yellow school buses!"
Oh and my first Tornado Warning -- totally left THAT out! My DIL had a heck of a time getting some of the grandkids in the house. They wanted to watch. Since my house didn't get blown to the Land of Oz (yeah, I know it's really just a back lot in Los Angeles), I didn't get any postcards...we are relatively safe here in SE Kansas. My son said that tornadoes tend to follow hwy 96 and run north east .....apparently they don't like to leave the main highways .....
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sharing Shabbat with the Mennonite Church
Last week was super busy - I hardly had time to think! I spent most of last week getting the "front" of the house ready to have a Mennonite adult Bible study group share Shabbat evening with me. I got things organized (mostly) and put away (sort of), plus made challah (Sabbath bread), matzah ball soup, fish, Israeli salad. I petered out and just cut up fruit for dessert. It is nice that they came dressed in their sabbath clothes and that they are praying for more Jewish families to move here so we(I) can have a synagogue in town...LOL
I am still wiped out. And I still have the bedroom, study and exercise rooms to get organized. (Front = bathroom, kitchen, diningroom and livingroom).
Then One granddaughter spent Friday night with me, then she went home and two more came for Saturday night. I am exhausted.
Tomorrow will be busy with getting the visa application mailed off to Houston, and doing some financial organizing (closing a bank account - FEH on Bank of America!!!!) and - oh - I need clean underwear, so I suppose I need to do laundry.
I am still wiped out. And I still have the bedroom, study and exercise rooms to get organized. (Front = bathroom, kitchen, diningroom and livingroom).
Then One granddaughter spent Friday night with me, then she went home and two more came for Saturday night. I am exhausted.
Tomorrow will be busy with getting the visa application mailed off to Houston, and doing some financial organizing (closing a bank account - FEH on Bank of America!!!!) and - oh - I need clean underwear, so I suppose I need to do laundry.
Friday, December 24, 2010
OMG - Where Did the Month Go?
Well, I bought the house about a mile from my son's house at an auction for about 65% of it's assessed value. And have been working my fingers raw remodeling it. Three bedrooms, one bath, big kitchen, livingroom, attached garage and a little detached storage/workshop building with a nice size front and back yard.
Here are pictures of the house before I started working on it.
I have already removed the wallpaper in the livingroom and my bedroom. The carpets and padding has been removed from the entire house. I painted the livingroom a light taupe and replaced the carpet with medium oak laminate floors.
The room with the "duck" wallpaper now has mahogany laminate flooring. I did touch up the paint with the same taupe paint. I am leaving the wallpaper for the time being since I want to have a guest room that is useable, but removed the wall paper in the bedroom that will be mine. I have a light sage paint for the walls and the same mahogany flooring. I think it will match the floral bedding from our bedroom in SLO.I did buy a new bedroom set, but will be using the matress that Tuviya bought for our honeymoon. *sigh* I really wish he was here to share the rush from getting this house in order.
"Sailboat" wallpaper room is going to be the yoga/exercise and sewing room. I expect to have the floor done in there before I go to Florida to visit Laynee and Marina for the first week of January.
I am thinking that I will be working on the house until I leave for Israel and India. Rabbi set the ticket for the month of April.
Other adventures:
1. I found a group of paranormal investigators that are based about 25 miles away. They are planning a group investigation the first week of February. That should be interesting.
2. Looked into the synagogue in Joplin. They are Reform, but it is the only synagogue within the 50 mile radius of the house. They will start having services on Saturday mornings twice a month and have Friday night services every week. There is a Sisterhood that meets every month.
3. Shopping for "stuff" to make my house a home. The POD of stuff is in the garage. I am hoping the stupid, mutant crickets stay out of my stuff.
4. I have been cooking for the grandkids and my oldest granddaughter has lost about 7 pounds, good since she has been trying to lose weight. We found out that she has juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and she is a little heavier than she needs to be.
Oh - and obviously I got over the bronchitis and sinus infections. I am taking allergy meds regularly now, especially with the cleaning and painting projects.
Off to go get "family pictures" done with Anil's little tribe.
Here are pictures of the house before I started working on it.
I have already removed the wallpaper in the livingroom and my bedroom. The carpets and padding has been removed from the entire house. I painted the livingroom a light taupe and replaced the carpet with medium oak laminate floors.
The room with the "duck" wallpaper now has mahogany laminate flooring. I did touch up the paint with the same taupe paint. I am leaving the wallpaper for the time being since I want to have a guest room that is useable, but removed the wall paper in the bedroom that will be mine. I have a light sage paint for the walls and the same mahogany flooring. I think it will match the floral bedding from our bedroom in SLO.I did buy a new bedroom set, but will be using the matress that Tuviya bought for our honeymoon. *sigh* I really wish he was here to share the rush from getting this house in order.
"Sailboat" wallpaper room is going to be the yoga/exercise and sewing room. I expect to have the floor done in there before I go to Florida to visit Laynee and Marina for the first week of January.
I am thinking that I will be working on the house until I leave for Israel and India. Rabbi set the ticket for the month of April.
Other adventures:
1. I found a group of paranormal investigators that are based about 25 miles away. They are planning a group investigation the first week of February. That should be interesting.
2. Looked into the synagogue in Joplin. They are Reform, but it is the only synagogue within the 50 mile radius of the house. They will start having services on Saturday mornings twice a month and have Friday night services every week. There is a Sisterhood that meets every month.
3. Shopping for "stuff" to make my house a home. The POD of stuff is in the garage. I am hoping the stupid, mutant crickets stay out of my stuff.
4. I have been cooking for the grandkids and my oldest granddaughter has lost about 7 pounds, good since she has been trying to lose weight. We found out that she has juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and she is a little heavier than she needs to be.
Oh - and obviously I got over the bronchitis and sinus infections. I am taking allergy meds regularly now, especially with the cleaning and painting projects.
Off to go get "family pictures" done with Anil's little tribe.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Song of the Week - Light a Candle by Sarit Hadad
Lyrics with English translation:
NADLIK BEYACHAD NER (LIGHT A CANDLE)
Lif'amim nidmeh she'en tikvah
Vehakol nir'e kol kach afel velo yad'ua
Haprachim od lo parchu
bagan uvasadeh
Uva'erev rak maka haru'ach
Az bou venadlik beyachad ner, ner
(Translation: Some times it seems that there is no hope
And every thing looks so dark and unknown
The flowers have not yet blossomed
in the garden and in the field
In the evening only the wind blows
So come on and we will light a candle together)
Chorus:
Light a candle
Light a candle with me
A thousand candles in the dark
Will open our hearts
Lifamim nir'e shehamachar
Lo yavi po nechama labechi velatza'ar
Vehalayla ha'aroch nimshach bli havtacha
Veha'afela chada kata'ar
Az bou venadlik beyachad ner, ner
(Translation: Sometimes it seems that tomorrow
won't come to comfort the crying and the sorrow.
And the long night continues with no promise
And the darkness is as sharp as a blade
So come on and we will light a candle together)
Light a candle
Light a candle with me
A thousand candles in the dark
Will open our hearts
Light all the candles
Let's light the candles every where
Just look at me and take my hand
The heat of love will glow again
(Translation from Hebrew Songs database at hebrewsongs.com)
I HATE Nose Sprays!!!! Oh, and Happy Hanukkah!
Seasonal Holiday Alert for tonight night. Got the candles and chocolate gelt in Los Angeles, CA; books on fish hatchery (instead of gefilte fish) in Multonomah, OR; dreidels and stickers in Colorado Springs, CO; and Potatoes, eggs and Bisquick in Joplin, MO. Totally American Hanukkah coming up in Oswego, KS.
Just so everyone knows that I am NOT out partying and ignoring The Blog Followers, I have been to TWO clinics since I got to Kansas. Ugh! They both told me that the allergies are bad, and that I need to do prescription Nose Sprays, decongestants, inhailed steroids for asthma AND the ubiquitous saline sinus rinses. Oh, and for good measure, a Z-Pac and cough syrup with codeine. **GAG**
There is some good news, in spite of the TMI Health Update. I went to an auction with my son and daughter-in-law and bought a house. It should close escrow before this time next week. Anil saw the poster for the auction when we were walking around town. (He is diabetic and Thanksgiving was YAKKY for his blood sugar!) So we drove by the house. It is Light Green with a dark Green metal roof and trim, Tuviya's favorite color. We were able to look at the inside and saw that it is VERY cute. It was owned by an elderly widow who traveled A LOT, took pride in her home and moved to Oregon to be close to her kids. (Probably what people will say about me when I am 90+, LOL) It is 1170 sq feet, 3 BR, 1 BA with an attached garage, small detached workroom and large front and back yard. Perfect for my meditation path and veggie garden. The workroom will either be a yoga studio (there is a heater in it) or a classroom to teach the grandbabies Hebrew and "stuff". And I got it all for $33K. Hanukkah Present from my Honey...*S*
Pictures are Here...
All of the curtains stay (YEAH!) but the junk in the pictures was sold at the auction, so it should be pretty clean. There are a few small fixes that need done, like the carpet in the livingroom and bedroom needing pulled out since *obviously* my allergies have decided to be a problem here in TotoLand. The Central Heating worked really well, and I have been using my electric blankets here at the Haunted Hotel (my son's mansion - he has a timer on the tv and I woke up to the tv being on at 2am after I *know* I turned it off!)
I should have everything settled in so that I can visit friends in Tennessee and Florida at the end of the month for a couple weeks before the weather gets really bad here.
Off to make soup, latkes and hot chocolate for my grandbabies tonight for the first night of Hanukkah!
Just so everyone knows that I am NOT out partying and ignoring The Blog Followers, I have been to TWO clinics since I got to Kansas. Ugh! They both told me that the allergies are bad, and that I need to do prescription Nose Sprays, decongestants, inhailed steroids for asthma AND the ubiquitous saline sinus rinses. Oh, and for good measure, a Z-Pac and cough syrup with codeine. **GAG**
There is some good news, in spite of the TMI Health Update. I went to an auction with my son and daughter-in-law and bought a house. It should close escrow before this time next week. Anil saw the poster for the auction when we were walking around town. (He is diabetic and Thanksgiving was YAKKY for his blood sugar!) So we drove by the house. It is Light Green with a dark Green metal roof and trim, Tuviya's favorite color. We were able to look at the inside and saw that it is VERY cute. It was owned by an elderly widow who traveled A LOT, took pride in her home and moved to Oregon to be close to her kids. (Probably what people will say about me when I am 90+, LOL) It is 1170 sq feet, 3 BR, 1 BA with an attached garage, small detached workroom and large front and back yard. Perfect for my meditation path and veggie garden. The workroom will either be a yoga studio (there is a heater in it) or a classroom to teach the grandbabies Hebrew and "stuff". And I got it all for $33K. Hanukkah Present from my Honey...*S*
Pictures are Here...
All of the curtains stay (YEAH!) but the junk in the pictures was sold at the auction, so it should be pretty clean. There are a few small fixes that need done, like the carpet in the livingroom and bedroom needing pulled out since *obviously* my allergies have decided to be a problem here in TotoLand. The Central Heating worked really well, and I have been using my electric blankets here at the Haunted Hotel (my son's mansion - he has a timer on the tv and I woke up to the tv being on at 2am after I *know* I turned it off!)
I should have everything settled in so that I can visit friends in Tennessee and Florida at the end of the month for a couple weeks before the weather gets really bad here.
Off to make soup, latkes and hot chocolate for my grandbabies tonight for the first night of Hanukkah!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Song of the Week -
It's All Coming Back to Me Now ~ MeatLoaf
Its All Coming Back To Me Now
Songwriters: Steinman, Jim;
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed if I just listened
To it right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust and
I just knew my eyes were drying up forever
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I have ever made
But when you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And you hold me like that
(Hold me like that)
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
(Touch you like this)
And I hold you like that
(Hold you like that)
It's so hard to believe
But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow, maybe baby
If I kiss you like this
(Kiss you like this)
And if you whisper like that
(Whisper like that)
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
(If you want me like this)
And if you need me like that
(If you need me like that)
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
But if I touch you like this
(Touch you like this)
And if you kiss me like that
(Kiss me like that)
It was so long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And if I kiss you like that
(Kiss you like that)
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow, baby, baby, baby
When you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And when you hold me like that
(Hold me like that)
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
(See me like this)
And when I see you like that
(See you like that)
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barley recall
But it's all coming back to me now
If you forgive me all this
(Forgive me all this)
If I forgive you all that
(Forgive you all that)
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
(When I touch you like this)
It's all coming back to me now
(And if you do it like this)
It's all coming back to me now
And if we
these lyrics were last corrected by F.Bennett
Its All Coming Back To Me Now
Songwriters: Steinman, Jim;
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed if I just listened
To it right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust and
I just knew my eyes were drying up forever
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I have ever made
But when you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And you hold me like that
(Hold me like that)
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
(Touch you like this)
And I hold you like that
(Hold you like that)
It's so hard to believe
But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow, maybe baby
If I kiss you like this
(Kiss you like this)
And if you whisper like that
(Whisper like that)
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
(If you want me like this)
And if you need me like that
(If you need me like that)
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
But if I touch you like this
(Touch you like this)
And if you kiss me like that
(Kiss me like that)
It was so long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And if I kiss you like that
(Kiss you like that)
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow, baby, baby, baby
When you touch me like this
(Touch me like this)
And when you hold me like that
(Hold me like that)
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
(See me like this)
And when I see you like that
(See you like that)
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barley recall
But it's all coming back to me now
If you forgive me all this
(Forgive me all this)
If I forgive you all that
(Forgive you all that)
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
(When I touch you like this)
It's all coming back to me now
(And if you do it like this)
It's all coming back to me now
And if we
these lyrics were last corrected by F.Bennett
Apologies to my Loyal Fans...LOL
I have had THE WORST sinus infection and bronchitis that is just kicking my boo-tay! I have been on antibiotics - and feeling better, but with the allergies and wind, my body is just not cooperating. NOTE TO SELF: drink more water when traveling, and less coffee.
I have written a couple things that need tweeked and have about 30 pics to go through and load up here. When I get to Kansas (yup, following the Yellow Brick, er, KS400 to Oswego), I plan to hole up in my room for a couple days and get this all updated and pretty. And get well, too. After Hanukkah (I found a hanukkiyah - 9 branched candle holder - at a local store - Yeah me!), I am hoping to get to Tennessee and Florida to visit Dana and Michelle (TN) and Laynee, Marina and Sheila (FL).
The Israel trip is in the final stages of planning. Rabbi has the credit card and is charging the plane tickets today and will do my reservation for the apartment as well. Looks like I will be in Jerusalem from April 1-29, then off to India for a week (Mumbai), then back to Tel Aviv for three days of museum hopping before returning to LAX and then back to Kansas - or somewhere. I still have TWO sisters in Nebraska and a brother in Wyoming waiting for a visit. And a bunch of friends east of Iowa that would also like to see me. I am just TOO durn loveable...LOL
Now Tina (T2) is taking me out to Mimi's Cafe for dinner.
I have written a couple things that need tweeked and have about 30 pics to go through and load up here. When I get to Kansas (yup, following the Yellow Brick, er, KS400 to Oswego), I plan to hole up in my room for a couple days and get this all updated and pretty. And get well, too. After Hanukkah (I found a hanukkiyah - 9 branched candle holder - at a local store - Yeah me!), I am hoping to get to Tennessee and Florida to visit Dana and Michelle (TN) and Laynee, Marina and Sheila (FL).
The Israel trip is in the final stages of planning. Rabbi has the credit card and is charging the plane tickets today and will do my reservation for the apartment as well. Looks like I will be in Jerusalem from April 1-29, then off to India for a week (Mumbai), then back to Tel Aviv for three days of museum hopping before returning to LAX and then back to Kansas - or somewhere. I still have TWO sisters in Nebraska and a brother in Wyoming waiting for a visit. And a bunch of friends east of Iowa that would also like to see me. I am just TOO durn loveable...LOL
Now Tina (T2) is taking me out to Mimi's Cafe for dinner.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
GPS Girl's Detour to Vail Colorado
Y'all are gonna think I'm nuts. (Those of you with empirical evidence, please put you hands down!)
The GPS decided it didn't like the crappy snow and ice. She kept telling me to take exits in Vail. The frist time, I took the exit, re-programmed her and started out again. I ignored her the second exit, which was a Rest Area. Then, with visibility to about 25 feet, she tricked me. She turned me around and I was going the wrong way on the freeway. For those unbelievers, I, during the snow storm, pulled over TWICE and I called my son, Anil and he HEARD GPS Girl tell me to take the Vail exits. Twice.
So I did. And now I will be stuck here until around noon tomorrow, according to the hotel clerk. Lucky me, I had a free night on hotels.com. So - Holiday Inn in Vail for $50. SWEET, and they have an indoor spa, workout room and laundry so I can wash all my clothes. Also, in room massage...it was a hectic drive arguing with the GPS. She is such a brat. She just wanted to stay in a nice hotel. She really loved the Holiday Inn in Sacramento, I guess. Maybe when I go to sleep, she will be texting with the phone or tweeting with the tube. It is a big, sleek flat screen. Dunno. Who can figure out machines these days?
Sucks to be me, but - heh, you are all in your nice warm houses enjoying yourself. I should make the best of today, right?
Off to get hot chocolate and pop corn and warn up by the fireplace in the lobby...
The GPS decided it didn't like the crappy snow and ice. She kept telling me to take exits in Vail. The frist time, I took the exit, re-programmed her and started out again. I ignored her the second exit, which was a Rest Area. Then, with visibility to about 25 feet, she tricked me. She turned me around and I was going the wrong way on the freeway. For those unbelievers, I, during the snow storm, pulled over TWICE and I called my son, Anil and he HEARD GPS Girl tell me to take the Vail exits. Twice.
So I did. And now I will be stuck here until around noon tomorrow, according to the hotel clerk. Lucky me, I had a free night on hotels.com. So - Holiday Inn in Vail for $50. SWEET, and they have an indoor spa, workout room and laundry so I can wash all my clothes. Also, in room massage...it was a hectic drive arguing with the GPS. She is such a brat. She just wanted to stay in a nice hotel. She really loved the Holiday Inn in Sacramento, I guess. Maybe when I go to sleep, she will be texting with the phone or tweeting with the tube. It is a big, sleek flat screen. Dunno. Who can figure out machines these days?
Sucks to be me, but - heh, you are all in your nice warm houses enjoying yourself. I should make the best of today, right?
Off to get hot chocolate and pop corn and warn up by the fireplace in the lobby...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
A Quickie for My Friends
Getting myself organized to continue onto Colorado Springs - 1177 miles according to Yahoo maps. Probably make it to Brigham City UT, unless I stop for tourista junk like yesterday. Uhh, yeah, there is a REALLY GOOD chance that will happen...LOL
Yesterday, I only drove for 4 hours. I stopped at Multinomah Falls, OR JUST for a POTTY STOP at the Fish Hatchery. Hermann the Seventy Year Old Sturgeon and I made friends. I am hoping Blogger will let me post his smiley face tonight when I stop. Or not. The hotel in Brigham City has a SPA tub. And my achey old bones might trump posting the stories I am working on.
Previews:
1. Adventures of Sherri and the Killer Fridge
2. Hermann's Harem
3. The Dalles - Oregon
Time to get my boo-tay in the car and on the road. I promised my trucker son that I would do very little driving in the dark. He said old people should be tucked in bed by then...
Yesterday, I only drove for 4 hours. I stopped at Multinomah Falls, OR JUST for a POTTY STOP at the Fish Hatchery. Hermann the Seventy Year Old Sturgeon and I made friends. I am hoping Blogger will let me post his smiley face tonight when I stop. Or not. The hotel in Brigham City has a SPA tub. And my achey old bones might trump posting the stories I am working on.
Previews:
1. Adventures of Sherri and the Killer Fridge
2. Hermann's Harem
3. The Dalles - Oregon
Time to get my boo-tay in the car and on the road. I promised my trucker son that I would do very little driving in the dark. He said old people should be tucked in bed by then...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Another Pesach Moment - 11/10/2010
Pesach (Passover) is my hands-down, all-around favorite holiday in the world. It is better than Hanukkah with the latkes, gelt, presents and menorahs. It is better than Shavuot when we received Torah. It is better than Purim with the costumes, partying and Megillah. It is even better than Shabbat when we rest and look forward to the coming of Moshiach. To me, Pesach is the seminal moment in the history of the Jewish people.
Besides being the holiday when I let Rabbi know that I wanted to begin the formal process to convert to Judaism, which was a BIG deal, Pesach was the birth of the nation of Israel.
Now, most people would have you believe that we became a cohesive group at the time of Jacob (Israel) with the 12 tribes and all of that. It’s a good point, BUT we were still divided – fighting over who was loved or honored more by Jacob. Nope.
It was also not, in my not so humble opinion, when we receive Torah at Mount Sinai at Shavuot. No, it was definitely Pesach.
Here we were in Egypt – Slaves. Look at this: We were beaten down, made to work for Pharaoh building cities, not to the honor and glory of God – a god that we didn’t even know personally, might I add, just some ”deity” that we blindly obeyed out of tradition. A god that took us from the high position of relatives of Joseph, the second most powerful man in the country, to a place of abject poverty and humiliation. A god that left us in the clutches of evil, allowed our children to be murdered and enslaved, that wore us down to such a point that we even, at one point, decided to divorce our spouses and stop having CHILDREN, ensuring that our people would die out. Oh, of course there were glimmers of hope, when occasionally one of our children would throw us a crumb of hope: like when the women would look into our copper mirrors and see beauty instead of the dust of the rock quarries and slurry pits. But it was a bleak, seemingly hopeless existence.
Then along comes this nut-job, Moses. He tells us that there is more than the pits and quarries and cities of Pharaoh. More than the temples of Isis and Ra and Horeb, that there is a god that we will follow and He will make our lives good, that we will find happiness, freedom and hope for a better time for our children. Uh-huh, sure we say to ourselves. Then Moses does these magic tricks that trump the magic of the House of Pharaoh. Did we REALLY believe that it would get better? Nope. We just knew dying the desert as free people would be better than the whips and chains of the Egyptians. So, we left. We left behind all that we knew as slaves – the unrelenting bone-breaking labors of the taskmasters. Instead of having no straw to make bricks, we grasped at the straws of hope that we were offered by the itinerant basket-case of Moses, who finally is blamed for the death of Pharaoh’s only son, because you KNOW the stinking Egyptian son of bird-head wouldn’t ever believe that there is a god greater than himself. Great, now we are really in for it, we think.
And then, miracle of miracles, Pharaoh tells us to leave. Get out fast. Get your stuff together now and get the hell out of his country. So we do. We gather up our meager things – the cooking pots, the chamber pots, the little bits of food, clothes and furniture, throw them into whatever conveyances are parked in the slave section – even commandeering some Egyptians’ stuff and leave. Did we know where we were going? No. Not.A.Clue. Did we know how long it would take to get there? Had no idea it would take 40 years. Would we have gone if we’d have known the mental and emotional anguish that would chase us down? Nope.
Just like a mental patient that knows he’s had enough. We were done with Egypt. Through. Completely finished with Pharaoh, with pain, with worry and fear of beatings, rapes and death. We left it behind in the moments when we left Egypt. Of course, we Jews revisit these issues every generation because God-forbid the nations leave our nation in peace.
And we all revisit these emotions on a smaller scale in our lives. Leaving home as a teenager. Going to school – and changing schools. Our first jobs. Getting married (we eloped on 11/10/2010), and God-forbid, getting divorced. The life-alterations, the deaths of loved ones or dreams, that occur that may leave us bereft of hope, our lives transformed into a vision so utterly different from our initial hopes, shattering dreams or aspirations so that we don’t recognize even our own selves – until we arrive at a place of acceptance of the metamorphosis of our souls into what God pictured. It is true that the journey is more important than the arrival because, in a sense, just like the Hebrew slaves in the desert, we will never really “arrive” in this world, we will continue to travel, forever hoping to arrive.
And I have experienced this on a physical level - as a military brat, leaving behind the familiar every few years; as a bride, exploring the scary new world of marriage; as a widow, navigating the place of aloneness and loss that even bestest friends in the whole world can't fathom.
So I will be driving again on Thursday. And down the road, I will have another Pesach moment, I am sure.
J
Monday, November 8, 2010
Chehalis, WA, Sherri and her Restaurant
Okay, I found Sherri (Widda Posse member) and her son, Israel. Actually, I got here last week. Brought the rain with me, too, which means that as it passes over the Rockies, it will be snowing like the dickens when I leave for Colorado on Thursday. But to the events of the last few days...
Sherri, who is the owner and chef of L'Amore de Scotty in Chehalis, has decided that she likes having me cook Indian food. But just for her and her family. She fed me for two days, so I guess it is only fair. My two favorites so far are:
(http://www.lamourdescotty.com/)
263 NW Chehalis Ave.
Chehalis, WA 98532
360-740-9227
She is also opening a pastry shop inside Catty Wampus in Centralia. I decided to stay a couple extra days to help her get that ready to open by baking a TRILLION cookies (oh okay, maybe just a few dozen!) for opening day this week. She is also making pink champagne cupcakes, scones, her yummy cheesecakes and other assorted pastries. I had forgotten how much work it is to open a new business. UGH! Since it will be inside an antique shop, it should be very interesting to see how well it will do.
Izzy is so adorable, even when he is being annoying. He is developmentally delayed, but is doing pretty well in seventh grade (I think). He and Blue (his corgie dog) are quite a team when they are together. I may not get to the picture posting project until I am travelling again, but I PROMISE I will get the Izzy and Blue pic up.
Off to bed. Sherri is running me ragged...LOL...and I have a cold that is just slowing us down. I am thinking I will hold back some of the kosher chicken and make some soup for myself tomorrow. That, along with the saline rinse, decongestants and antihistamines will hopefully knock this out before I leave for Colorado.
Sherri, who is the owner and chef of L'Amore de Scotty in Chehalis, has decided that she likes having me cook Indian food. But just for her and her family. She fed me for two days, so I guess it is only fair. My two favorites so far are:
Breakfast on Sunday morning: Stuffed French Toast
Three slices of French toast hold awesome cream cheese filling and are topped with sliced bananas, strawberries and blueberry compote. Served with one egg. YUM!
Dinner on Thursday night: Croque Champignons - Sautéed mushrooms, swiss & dijon mustard on toasted sourdough, topped with alfredo sauce & gruyere cheese and put under the boiler until golden bubbly! I had this with homemade potato and leek soup that had some fancy-schmancy French name, but I inhaled it anyway.
Here is her shameless plug:
L'amour de Scotty Family Restaurant & Bakery(http://www.lamourdescotty.com/)
263 NW Chehalis Ave.
Chehalis, WA 98532
360-740-9227
She is also opening a pastry shop inside Catty Wampus in Centralia. I decided to stay a couple extra days to help her get that ready to open by baking a TRILLION cookies (oh okay, maybe just a few dozen!) for opening day this week. She is also making pink champagne cupcakes, scones, her yummy cheesecakes and other assorted pastries. I had forgotten how much work it is to open a new business. UGH! Since it will be inside an antique shop, it should be very interesting to see how well it will do.
Izzy is so adorable, even when he is being annoying. He is developmentally delayed, but is doing pretty well in seventh grade (I think). He and Blue (his corgie dog) are quite a team when they are together. I may not get to the picture posting project until I am travelling again, but I PROMISE I will get the Izzy and Blue pic up.
Off to bed. Sherri is running me ragged...LOL...and I have a cold that is just slowing us down. I am thinking I will hold back some of the kosher chicken and make some soup for myself tomorrow. That, along with the saline rinse, decongestants and antihistamines will hopefully knock this out before I leave for Colorado.
Song of the Week - I Love This Bar (for Sherri in WA)
Toby Keith ~ I Love This Bar (For L'Amoure de Scottie and Sherri)
We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thristy hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken-hearted fools and suckers
And we got hustlers, we got fighters
Early birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
[Chorus:]
I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just walkin' through the front door
Puts a big smile on my face
It ain't too far, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I've seen short skirts, we got high-techs
Blue-collar boys and rednecks
And we got lovers, lots of lookers
And I've even seen dancing girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Yes I do
I like my truck (I like my truck)
I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then
But I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just trollin' around the dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
We got divorcees and a big bouncer man
An old jukebox and a real bad band
We got waitresses and we got barflies
A dumb-ass and a wise-guy
If you get too drunk just sleep out in your car
Reason number 672 why
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Play it on out boys
Beer-thirty's over
Got to take it on home
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I just love it
We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thristy hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken-hearted fools and suckers
And we got hustlers, we got fighters
Early birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
[Chorus:]
I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just walkin' through the front door
Puts a big smile on my face
It ain't too far, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I've seen short skirts, we got high-techs
Blue-collar boys and rednecks
And we got lovers, lots of lookers
And I've even seen dancing girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Yes I do
I like my truck (I like my truck)
I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then
But I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just trollin' around the dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
We got divorcees and a big bouncer man
An old jukebox and a real bad band
We got waitresses and we got barflies
A dumb-ass and a wise-guy
If you get too drunk just sleep out in your car
Reason number 672 why
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Play it on out boys
Beer-thirty's over
Got to take it on home
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I just love it
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
YIKES! I got lost....Newsflash, it happens a lot...
Okay, drove down Folsum Street and ended up at the Capitol Building. Mess up or message from God? You decide.
Anywho, I walked from I Street and 3rd Street to the Capitol Building - about a mile or so from the hotel. I passed the ObamaBot Central Office for Sacramento a half a block into my trip.
Not one to let silly political stuff ruin a perfectly fine excursion...
It was a beautiful California day and I loved exploring the building. The Capitol has a floor of working museum rooms, plus the halls have kiosks for each of the counties in California. Some of the displays were VERY well put together. Did I take pics? I was going to bore y'all with the stats and pics of the County Kiosks, but flash f'ed em up. A couple of the museum pics turned out. (I took them before I was told flashes degraded the paints in the exhibits.) I will try to upload at my next stop, but Blogger seems to be having issues and I need to get going.
I seemed to have missed the Governor. He was in LA taking care of some "family" business. But his office staff was very helpful and encouraged me take a few pictures of the reception area to Auh-nold's office. They didn't turn out so well. Eh, maybe I will become better aquianted with the upload procedures tonight.
Back to the travelogue:
Room 105 is super interesting - well, it will be until September 2011. The Parks Department has an exhibit highlighting the State Parks and some of the history of our parks, plus they were giving out maps of the parks. There is an shadowbox with ranger and lifeguard patches from 1902. One of the quotes that resonated with me was from Newton Drury in 1951: "People have the right to use the parks, but no one has the right to use them up."
Room 103 - the Secretary of State office was decorated in 1902 style. I did get a couple pics. Again with Blogger being a butt.
The County Shadowboxes in the hallways was amazing. It brought back memories of conversations with Tuviya, who used to have a map of the counties with pins in the counties in which he had cases. There were only THREE of the 58 counties that had not hired him. Danged if I can remember which three they were, though. Some of the memorable cases from each county came to mind (like Allaway in Orange County) and things that we did in various places (Los Angeles, San Luis Obispo and Orange Counties were our main stomping grounds, but we did meet in Kern County.)
Anyway, T was such a book hound and used to talk about the ag business and how important it is to California, and even the United States. If you look at the crops that are grown in the Central part of the state, you will be agog at how we have become used to foods around the country that are shipped out DAILY to all parts of the world. Stanislaus County alone produces from $7.2 to $16.8 BILLION in produce. Then there is Los Angeles County that has the 19th largest economy in the WORLD. Amazing the stuff I learned stopping to read the little signs.
Okay, I need a shower and to get out of here. The Redwoods are calling me..
Anywho, I walked from I Street and 3rd Street to the Capitol Building - about a mile or so from the hotel. I passed the ObamaBot Central Office for Sacramento a half a block into my trip.
Not one to let silly political stuff ruin a perfectly fine excursion...
It was a beautiful California day and I loved exploring the building. The Capitol has a floor of working museum rooms, plus the halls have kiosks for each of the counties in California. Some of the displays were VERY well put together. Did I take pics? I was going to bore y'all with the stats and pics of the County Kiosks, but flash f'ed em up. A couple of the museum pics turned out. (I took them before I was told flashes degraded the paints in the exhibits.) I will try to upload at my next stop, but Blogger seems to be having issues and I need to get going.
I seemed to have missed the Governor. He was in LA taking care of some "family" business. But his office staff was very helpful and encouraged me take a few pictures of the reception area to Auh-nold's office. They didn't turn out so well. Eh, maybe I will become better aquianted with the upload procedures tonight.
Back to the travelogue:
Room 105 is super interesting - well, it will be until September 2011. The Parks Department has an exhibit highlighting the State Parks and some of the history of our parks, plus they were giving out maps of the parks. There is an shadowbox with ranger and lifeguard patches from 1902. One of the quotes that resonated with me was from Newton Drury in 1951: "People have the right to use the parks, but no one has the right to use them up."
Room 103 - the Secretary of State office was decorated in 1902 style. I did get a couple pics. Again with Blogger being a butt.
The County Shadowboxes in the hallways was amazing. It brought back memories of conversations with Tuviya, who used to have a map of the counties with pins in the counties in which he had cases. There were only THREE of the 58 counties that had not hired him. Danged if I can remember which three they were, though. Some of the memorable cases from each county came to mind (like Allaway in Orange County) and things that we did in various places (Los Angeles, San Luis Obispo and Orange Counties were our main stomping grounds, but we did meet in Kern County.)
Anyway, T was such a book hound and used to talk about the ag business and how important it is to California, and even the United States. If you look at the crops that are grown in the Central part of the state, you will be agog at how we have become used to foods around the country that are shipped out DAILY to all parts of the world. Stanislaus County alone produces from $7.2 to $16.8 BILLION in produce. Then there is Los Angeles County that has the 19th largest economy in the WORLD. Amazing the stuff I learned stopping to read the little signs.
Okay, I need a shower and to get out of here. The Redwoods are calling me..
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Song of the Week - Folsum Prison Blues
Folsum Prison Blues
"Folsom Prison Blues"
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....
[Thanks to thepheonixrevelation@yahoo.com, flamingogirl17@bellsouth.net for correcting these lyrics]
"Folsom Prison Blues"
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....
[Thanks to thepheonixrevelation@yahoo.com, flamingogirl17@bellsouth.net for correcting these lyrics]
What should've been a Monday post...
It has been a week. I spend Thursday night through Monday morning hanging with my friends, Deb and Les and their three very busy cuties (HOW did they get to be TEENS?!!?)
Friday morning, I stopped in to the synagogue (CTJ) to see Rabbi. While I was waiting, I met the new Office Manager (my old job for YEARS), chatted with the caterer, Moira who had fallen down the stairs and sprained her ankle and met some of the other new staff members. Gosh, they sure are a lot nicer then I was in the day...
Then Rabbi told me that a tour was probably not the best way for me to go. (Read: You - seriously - do not belong in polite society. :-) ) BUT he couched it by SAYING that I was so smart (*MUUUHHH*) that I would have more fun by renting an apartment in Jerusalem for a month and just doing day trips outside. Said it would cost about the same, just I'd have more freedom to do as I pleased and not be on a schedule. (Yeah, he REMEMBERED how often I showed up on time for work...)
On Friday afternoon, I tried out the GPS to get to Bob's Big Boy in Norco, CA to have lunch with my Widda Posse friends, Colleen and Stephan. Stephan is a Jaegermeister slurper and Colleen's favorite alcohol is beer, but since there was no alcohol, there were no arguments about the merits of their favorite beverages. (Which is good because I really like green tea, but chocolate martinis and Cadallac margaritas are yummy, too. And Debbie makes the BEST coffee. LOL) Bob's Big Boy food is what you'd expect, so I won't waste too much time posting on the texture of the fish-n-chips (*SNORT*). After lunch we went to Colleen's where they drank and I just enjoyed visiting with them. Oh, and Colleen's 5 year old daughter is SO adorable. Unfortunately the kitty hair got to me and I still have not found the three month supply of Alavert I packed in the car. May have to break down and stop at a drug store with my $4 off coupon.
Saturday was so peaceful. Debbie and I went to CTJ for services, and it just HAPPENED to be Scott Meyer's Bar Mitzvah. Geez, I could've sworn he was just knee-high to a grasshopper when I left. He read Torah beautifully and chanted the entire Haftarah with such a grown-up voice. Meryl and the entire mishpachah was justifiably proud. Then, just because Saul and Laura Rae are such great friends, too (they provided the "dowry" for me when Tuviya and I got married (a huge cow and a goat), we had big fun discussing the political crap o'the day. (Saul is in advertising and thanks you LA residents for not throwing out those mailers right away....he spends a butt-load o'time designing them!) We continued our FaceBook discussions at the luncheon and you would never know we had heated disagreements - *G*. Moira catered the buffet lunch and, it was most yummy. Mixed green salad with dried cranberried, home-made balsamic vinegrette, mandarin oranges and almond slivers. YUM. And her key lime bars, apple strudel bars and brownie. Yeah, I needed a walk. What I did was nap.
Halloween. Not a Jewish holiday. But I dressed up as Dorothy (Wizard of Oz). Pics to be posted later tonight. Manned the door with the humongous tub of chocolate which disappeared by 9PM. And I only at ONE piece. (I had a stash of mint chocolate in my room.)
I had a great time visiting my friend Janelle in Rancho Cordova, CA last night. Today, I am gonna at LEAST post the song of the week and a few words on the travels will be posted this evening.
Going to visit Folsum Prison and find a nice place in Sacramento to watch the POLs commit hari-kari at 8PM PST (when the voting sites all close in California). Then, in the AM will be on the road again to make my way up to see Sherri in WA state.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Pre-Launch Adventures in San Luis Obispo
How many people do you know that have been kicked out of a cemetery? I wasn't even peeing or turning over stones - I was just cleaning a few interesting headstones and taking pictures at the San Luis Cemetery on Higuera. The manager came over and read me the riot act for being in the cemetery and not having family there. When I explained that I was taking pictures for folks on a website for genealogy hunters, he really went ballistic.
MAN! He yelled at me, telling me what a liability it was for me to be there, for taking pictures of stones without permission, doing "business" without any payment to them (I TOLD him I was a volunteer AND apologized for breaking his cemetery rules!) I asked him what I did wrong and he said that I should not be running my "business" out of his cemetery. He also said that I should be asking permission before I go on private property. Maybe I took too many pictures or they had some weird terrorist threat or something. (Back in Iowa, heck - we had picnics in the cemetery just cause it is nice to include folks no longer with us and also gives you time to pick out a good permanent spot.)
I dunno -- I just thought it was very bizzare to be kicked out. Hurt mah wittle feewing, too.
So I went to another one and went to the office to ask permission. The folks at Los Osos Memorial Park were great. Not only did they say I was welcome to take what ever pictures I wanted, they also got out their books, told me where the 6 people were buried and gave me a map of the cemetery with the spots marked. I loved them to pieces, and did my pre-planned funeral (which is transferable to any member cemetery in the USA.) I'm really glad I got that done. I am going to write my will tomorrow night. That way, if this Great Adventure goes south, so to speak, the boys just pretty much have to pick out the plot and show up for the party. THAT Anita was a sweetie.
Then I got to see my friend Tara (WELCOME TO THE TRIBE, GIRLIE!). We had a nice chat, I found a home for the kosher meat I had in the freezer and all my jars of kosher chicken and chicken soup. I'm glad I have her cell and email address.
To cap off the day, I went to dinner at Tuviya's and my favorite restaurant, Taj Palace on Foothill Blvd. Raj Singh is the very nicest man. T was worried about him a few years ago because he lost A LOT of weight very quickly. (Yeah , we ate there that often.) They have a really great buffet for lunch, that always include naan bread, some kind of spinach dish (saag batata or saag paneer -- T's all time favorite vegetable!), pakora (deep fried veggies in a spicy garbanzo bean batter), mint or cilantro chutney and tandoori chicken (so NOT kosher - chicken marinated in yogurt and spices, then baked in a special clay oven).
Here is a picture of us on July 5, 2009 at the Taj Palace.
However, did I eat any of those things? Sort of. I had MY favorite dinner -- a Fish Combination Dinner, called a thali plate. There was fish curry (*swoon*), tandoori fish, saag batata (spinach and potato curry), naan bread, basmati rice, raita (yogurt and cucuber salad), bean curry and dessert of rice pudding with fresh strawberries. We talked about the Grand Adventure, my nephew Neelesh (whom he remembered from Neelesh's CalPoly days) and he went back and got me the URL of the Indian Consulate. I am really sorry to have to say farewell to Raj. He is just such a nice guy. They make great chai tea, too. And I love budeshep (the candy coated fennel seeds that Indians serve after dinner.) I am really looking forward to seeing my nieces and nephews in India. Well, it will be another fabulous place to visit when I make it back to SLO.
Last, but not least, I packed the trunk of the car. Yup. I may need to send some of this stuff to Anil's house through the USPS. And to think I got rid of a bunch of stuff. Guess not enough. (I can just see T jumping up and down on the cloud going - "No shit, I told you that BEFORE I died.")
Time to watch Lie to Me on the Internet at FOX.com and try to digest all my yummy dinner.
MAN! He yelled at me, telling me what a liability it was for me to be there, for taking pictures of stones without permission, doing "business" without any payment to them (I TOLD him I was a volunteer AND apologized for breaking his cemetery rules!) I asked him what I did wrong and he said that I should not be running my "business" out of his cemetery. He also said that I should be asking permission before I go on private property. Maybe I took too many pictures or they had some weird terrorist threat or something. (Back in Iowa, heck - we had picnics in the cemetery just cause it is nice to include folks no longer with us and also gives you time to pick out a good permanent spot.)
I dunno -- I just thought it was very bizzare to be kicked out. Hurt mah wittle feewing, too.
So I went to another one and went to the office to ask permission. The folks at Los Osos Memorial Park were great. Not only did they say I was welcome to take what ever pictures I wanted, they also got out their books, told me where the 6 people were buried and gave me a map of the cemetery with the spots marked. I loved them to pieces, and did my pre-planned funeral (which is transferable to any member cemetery in the USA.) I'm really glad I got that done. I am going to write my will tomorrow night. That way, if this Great Adventure goes south, so to speak, the boys just pretty much have to pick out the plot and show up for the party. THAT Anita was a sweetie.
Then I got to see my friend Tara (WELCOME TO THE TRIBE, GIRLIE!). We had a nice chat, I found a home for the kosher meat I had in the freezer and all my jars of kosher chicken and chicken soup. I'm glad I have her cell and email address.
To cap off the day, I went to dinner at Tuviya's and my favorite restaurant, Taj Palace on Foothill Blvd. Raj Singh is the very nicest man. T was worried about him a few years ago because he lost A LOT of weight very quickly. (Yeah , we ate there that often.) They have a really great buffet for lunch, that always include naan bread, some kind of spinach dish (saag batata or saag paneer -- T's all time favorite vegetable!), pakora (deep fried veggies in a spicy garbanzo bean batter), mint or cilantro chutney and tandoori chicken (so NOT kosher - chicken marinated in yogurt and spices, then baked in a special clay oven).
Here is a picture of us on July 5, 2009 at the Taj Palace.
Last, but not least, I packed the trunk of the car. Yup. I may need to send some of this stuff to Anil's house through the USPS. And to think I got rid of a bunch of stuff. Guess not enough. (I can just see T jumping up and down on the cloud going - "No shit, I told you that BEFORE I died.")
Time to watch Lie to Me on the Internet at FOX.com and try to digest all my yummy dinner.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Well, dang it, it's almost time....
When I packed the POD for storage, I think I may have been a little too optimistic about how much junk I could fit in the car. Oh, of course, I can hear an echo of Tuviya's voice:
Okay, so I bought a bigger car - a Volvo. The aquisition of said vehicle was, um, interesting. I like Volvos. Ever since I worked at The Flyer Group, a company that designs and manufactures vehicles for Special Operations Forces, I have luuuuuvvved Volvos. Amit and Oded both had them, so I KNEW they were great cars. And my Oldest Son has had TWO Volvos - both of which he kept until the cars were well over 300,000 miles on the odometers - and sold them both still running.
Back to the story: I looked on the Yahoo Car website (well, I found T on Yahoo in 1998 so I am sure there's other good stuff there!), I looked on the SLO classified, then I started looking on Craigslist. I saw a 2000 Volvo S80. (Did I mention that I LUV Volvos?) So I said to myself: Self, I am just going to look, it is more than I can spend. Then I saw it. OOOHHHH, it was metallic green, in MINT condition, the owner had purchased it brand new, he had kept the maintenance logs for the past ten years and the interior looked JUST LIKE the Lexus that T had tried to get me to take in 2007! 105K miles, so it has another 400K miles left (Volvos are THAT good!). And I drove it.
Then I said to myself: Self, if the owner will take payments until I get the settlement from the estate, I will buy it. And the owner agreed to payments.
Then, there I was sitting at DMV waiting to transfer the title in September, just minding my own business and I realize several things may just be a little more than coincidence:
1. The car is MY favorite car.
2. It is T's favorite color.
3. The interior looks like the interior of the car HE wanted me to drive.
4. The car was FIRST titled on our civil wedding date (11/10/2000).
5. The owner signed the title off using just his first initial -- T instead of his full first name.
Call me crazy if you want, I think it is pretty cool. I think T is looking out for me, just like he promised he would.
Back on topic, I plan to post some of our favorite places in SLO over the next four days. Especially if the rain lets up tomorrow...Hope you enjoy the view!
T: Do you really need all that chazzeri ~ honestly, there are stores in all 50 states. Trust me, Honey!Me: But what if I don't want to stop at a store? What if it is night time? And I am tired and don't want to go shopping? I HATE shopping!
T: Hummm, a woman that hates to shop...Seriously, T, you need to work on that. That may be a pathology outside of my area of expertise...*snicker*SOOOOO, back in August, I had a 2004 Kia Spectra that Bill the Awesome Mechanic at SLOMotive said was okay, but not really long-haul-worthy. I thought I would just look around on the Internet to see what cars were available in San Luis Obispo. Just looking, thinking of getting something bigger so I could haul around still more crap, as T would put so directly. (Yep, that's my T. Direct.)
Okay, so I bought a bigger car - a Volvo. The aquisition of said vehicle was, um, interesting. I like Volvos. Ever since I worked at The Flyer Group, a company that designs and manufactures vehicles for Special Operations Forces, I have luuuuuvvved Volvos. Amit and Oded both had them, so I KNEW they were great cars. And my Oldest Son has had TWO Volvos - both of which he kept until the cars were well over 300,000 miles on the odometers - and sold them both still running.
Back to the story: I looked on the Yahoo Car website (well, I found T on Yahoo in 1998 so I am sure there's other good stuff there!), I looked on the SLO classified, then I started looking on Craigslist. I saw a 2000 Volvo S80. (Did I mention that I LUV Volvos?) So I said to myself: Self, I am just going to look, it is more than I can spend. Then I saw it. OOOHHHH, it was metallic green, in MINT condition, the owner had purchased it brand new, he had kept the maintenance logs for the past ten years and the interior looked JUST LIKE the Lexus that T had tried to get me to take in 2007! 105K miles, so it has another 400K miles left (Volvos are THAT good!). And I drove it.
Then I said to myself: Self, if the owner will take payments until I get the settlement from the estate, I will buy it. And the owner agreed to payments.
Then, there I was sitting at DMV waiting to transfer the title in September, just minding my own business and I realize several things may just be a little more than coincidence:
1. The car is MY favorite car.
2. It is T's favorite color.
3. The interior looks like the interior of the car HE wanted me to drive.
4. The car was FIRST titled on our civil wedding date (11/10/2000).
5. The owner signed the title off using just his first initial -- T instead of his full first name.
Call me crazy if you want, I think it is pretty cool. I think T is looking out for me, just like he promised he would.
Back on topic, I plan to post some of our favorite places in SLO over the next four days. Especially if the rain lets up tomorrow...Hope you enjoy the view!
Video of the Week
Tennessee Line ~ Chris Daughtry
Tennessee Line lyrics
Songwriters: Craddock, Brian; Daughtry, Chris;
I open my lungs to breathe in forgiveness and love
Haunting me now reminders of how I used to be
And on down the road my troubles are sure to follow
Looking out the window, the hell if I know where I will go
So I'll just keep on driving
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
Who would've known that pride is so hard to swallow?
As I rest on the shoulder of a road growing colder
With the trouble I own, should I just keep on driving?
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
I know I must be doing something right
Head the other way, back to where I started out
Ask myself if I can turn it all around tonight
And stop living with doubt
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
It's my heart I'll follow this time
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
I'm gonna turn it all around tonight, turn it all around tonight
Turn it all around tonight
I'm gonna turn it all around tonight at the Tennessee line
Tennessee Line lyrics
Songwriters: Craddock, Brian; Daughtry, Chris;
I open my lungs to breathe in forgiveness and love
Haunting me now reminders of how I used to be
And on down the road my troubles are sure to follow
Looking out the window, the hell if I know where I will go
So I'll just keep on driving
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
Who would've known that pride is so hard to swallow?
As I rest on the shoulder of a road growing colder
With the trouble I own, should I just keep on driving?
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
I know I must be doing something right
Head the other way, back to where I started out
Ask myself if I can turn it all around tonight
And stop living with doubt
On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight, Tennessee line just changed my mind
Well, it's my heart I'll follow this time
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
It's my heart I'll follow this time
I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made
I'm gonna turn it all around tonight, turn it all around tonight
Turn it all around tonight
I'm gonna turn it all around tonight at the Tennessee line
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