Feeling nostalgic.  Listening to Dave Matthews "the Song that Jane Likes". Reminds me of my sister actually; Sherry Jane, Yeah, she's the baby. I remember when my mother  brought her home from the hospital.  My mother really did look like Marilyn Monroe.  She had that blonde hair, totally blonde hair, and this beautiful smile, and an incredible body. Even after delivering her fourth baby. It was a little '50's house.  I ran out to meet her.  She had Sherry all swaddled like the baby Jesus.  Mom had this big, huge smile on her face. She said something like, "Do you want to see her?"It was like she had this amazing treasure in her arms. And her smile could have lit up the very darkest night.  She  ever so gently pulled the little baby blanket from Sherry's face and revealed this tiny cherub. Mom with this huge smile, and me, in total awe of everything. A baby angel coming home, and mom smiling so happily.  I hadn't seen mom that happy ever.

Mom had four kids and was an amazing mother. I don't know if she really planned on four kids, or actually really wanted four kids. Personally, I think she could have been an over achieving business woman, but it was the 50's. She was a loving mother who was there for us as much as she could be.  And then she broke.  She just broke one day and went to the hospital.  We had a housekeeper who I felt didn't like me. I really, to this day, believe I was right.  But backing up, when mom started having issues, I was still playing Barbies. I was never into baby dolls..it was the Barbie, with her beautiful blonde pony tail and that waist so fucking tiny you could put a tiny little rubber band around it and it wouldn't break.  I would play Barbies alone most of the time.  But Sherry was my little Barbie.

Sherry turned out to be my doll. I loved playing with her. I loved looking at her strawberry blonde curls that framed her tiny white face and her delicately painted lips. She was a site to behold. We played forever it seems. I told her how to do things...how to brush her hair, how to talk, walk, everything. Then we were teens, I had a boyfriend, and that was it.

And now I'm in my 60's.  She is still my beautiful sister.  Sisters just go on and on.  I love her dearly and miss those innocent days. Listening to Dave tonight...I thought of Sherry...so my sweet little sister, this one's for you:

The Song That Jane Likes Lyrics

from Under The Table And Dreaming

 Under The Table And Dreaming Other Album Songs

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And in plays to write the wire in
I'll come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
I'll come back again

Would you like to play
With the thought of a friend
In a distant passing stage
While you lie around
With your hands up and out
So resigned you will fall down

While you around here play
Wild on the warm and far away
While you around here play
The days keep scribbling themselves
In tidy lines

Would you like to play
With a fool holding hands
With a one-eyed jack of spades

While on the deck they sing
All of the captain's cards are kings
Still he and the queen are lost at sea
I hope it isn't you and me

And I'll be back round again
Yes I'll walk in time with you old friend
And we'll find that place
That we had danced in so long ago

And in plays to write the wire in
I'll come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
I'll come back again
With this resigned
The letter I sign

Read more: Dave Matthews Band - The Song That Jane Likes Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

The Divided States of America; He Is NOT My President!!

It's  Saturday night and my husband is going pub crawling with some friends. I'm totally fine with that. I've been working on making my ugly, dated bathroom bearable for my aesthetic mind.  I've been doing projects so that I won't think about  the world as I know it. Because I don't see anything familiar these days. Did I mention that after the election I left facebook? Yeah, I did.  I knew that if I stayed on, I'd become just like the people I couldn't stand. Weird though, how I still think in facebook posts.

The election?  Ahhhhh. the election!  Did it upset me?  That's putting it mildly...very mildly.  I went into a depression.  And as I did, people would post, on facebook, "Where's you faith?"  Where's my faith?  Well, it sure the hell isn't in the American public. It's no so much that I wanted Hillary to win, it's that I couldn't imagine an idiot such as Donald Trump and his weird lips to win. But he did and the cloud of doom rolled over me.  I am a liberal in so many ways....probably in every way.  I didn't ever think I would be. But the way the conservatives believe makes me think they want to truly live out their fantasy of being in a John Wayne movie. Apparently, Trump is their John Wayne.  He may not last and of course Pence will be moved up. I haven't read a lot about Pence, but what I've read and heard isn't good.  I've already heard that people who commit hate crimes are actually feeling comrade-re with Trump.

I went out just yesterday. It was the first day I actually went out after the election. I was waiting for someone to say, " How are you?"  In which I would have replied, "Ask me in four year."  But they didn't.  Maybe they know. Maybe they realize how divided we are.  The Divided States of America! That's what I'm calling it now, because it's true.

Meanwhile I'm off facebook and it's freeing.  It's been addicting; I've kept up with family and friends, but now, it's like, how can we ignore the elephant in the middle of the room?  How can we ignore the idiot who is supposed to be president of our country?  I know that I would post hateful things...so I have to use self discipline and not go there.

In the meantime I still think in facebook posts.  Odd how quickly we let something be so much a part of us.  I'm sad, I'm disillusioned, I'm frustrated, and I'm tired.  Dave says it all for me.  Again.

"Everybody Wake Up (Our Finest Hour Arrives)"

Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

Oh baby it's not easy sometimes
They build these walls ever higher and hide behind them
Seems an odd way to try and make things right
Oh I feel like I go crazy sometimes

Our finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
The believers stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire

Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

I Remember the words of the misguided fool
Do unto others as you'd have them do
Not an eye for an eye is the golden rule
Just leaves a room full of blind men

And the finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
Don't believe him leave and stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire

Everybody wake up [etc]....

Everybody wake up
if your living with your eyes closed
see the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

The Divided States of America; He Is NOT My President!!

It's  Saturday night and my husband is going pub crawling with some friends. I'm totally fine with that. I've been working on making my ugly, dated bathroom bearable for my aesthetic mind.  I've been doing projects so that I won't think about the how the world as I know it, is now gone.  Did I mention that after the election I left facebook? Yeah, I did.  I knew that if I stayed on, I'd become just like the people I couldn't stand. Weird though, how I still think in facebook posts.

The election?  Ahhhhh. the election!  Did it upset me?  That's putting it mildly...very mildly.  I went into a depression.  And as I did, people would post, on facebook, "Where's you faith?"  Where's my faith?  Well, it sure the hell isn't in the American public. It's no so much that I wanted Hillary to win, it's that I couldn't imagine an idiot such as Donald Trump and his weird lips to win. But he did and the cloud of doom rolled over me.  I am a liberal in so many ways....probably in every way.  I didn't ever think I would be. But the way the conservatives believe makes me think they want to truly live out their fantasy of being in a John Wayne move. Apparently, Trump is their John Wayne.  He may not last and of course Pence will be moved up. I haven't read a lot about Pence, but what I've read and heard isn't good.  I've already heard that people who commit hate crimes are actually feeling comrade-re with Trump.

I've went out just yesterday. It was the first day I actually went out after the election. I was waiting for someone to say, " How are you?"  In which I would have replied, "Ask me in four year."  But they didn't.  Maybe they know. Maybe they realize how divided we are.  The Divided States of America! That's what I'm calling it now, because it's true.

Meanwhile I'm off facebook and it's freeing.  It's been addicting; I've kept up with family and friends, but now, it's like, how can we ignore the elephant in the middle of the room?  How can we ignore the idiot who is supposed to be president of our country?  I know that I would post hateful things...so I have to use self discipline and not go there.

In the meantime I still think in facebook posts.  Odd how quickly we let something be so much a part of us.  I'm sad, I'm disillusioned, I'm frustrated, and I'm tired.  Dave says it all for me.  Again.

"Everybody Wake Up (Our Finest Hour Arrives)"

Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

Oh baby it's not easy sometimes
They build these walls ever higher and hide behind them
Seems an odd way to try and make things right
Oh I feel like I go crazy sometimes

Our finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
The believers stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire

Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

I Remember the words of the misguided fool
Do unto others as you'd have them do
Not an eye for an eye is the golden rule
Just leaves a room full of blind men

And the finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
Don't believe him leave and stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire

Everybody wake up [etc]....

Everybody wake up
if your living with your eyes closed
see the man with a bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up

The Surreal Dumbing Down of America

I can't understand what is happening in America.  I am shocked and feel like someone very close to me has died.

I'm a Christian.  I really am and I really love Jesus as much as I can for not really meeting him in person. His teachings rang true with me when I first read them.  You know the ones: love others as you love YOURSELF...which means you have to love yourself before you can love others.  Then there's "love your enemy".  And no, it's not just pray for them. I had a woman say to me on facebook that she prays for muslim enemies that they might see Christ.  It sounded so condescending. As if she didn't want to actually put forth the effort to do something, like love her enemies, because that is so much harder than sticking to rules and regulations. We can't forget the "turn the other cheek" thing.  That's a really difficult one for me, but he said it, and he said it with passion. It made me believe him; that it was true, we needed to do that. What about "sell all you have, give to the poor and follow me"?  He said that.  A very difficult concept for us as Americans.

This election has brought out the truth in people.







 It shows them for who they really are. It's not pretty. Don't worry, I'm including myself. I was praying about it all and the thought that was pervasive was, "What can you learn about love in this?"  Uhhhh, my answer?  I am lacking, that's for sure. But now that there is a real possibility that Trump will be president I read "Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God." Roms 13:1 And I quote that before the tallies are done.... God only knows who our next president will be and I'm trusting Him; for better or worse...."

Really?  I didn't see that when Pres. Obama was in.  It angers me that there is such a double standard.  I probably should quit now.  This election has divided. Or shall I say, this election has triggered what people really feel about one another, it has triggered what people really believe is important.  Me included.



And now it's the day after.  I am sickened.  I am dishearten.  I am fearful for my grandkids.  But we all know that every great empire has fallen.  I guess it's our turn.  

One thing I've learned about myself. I'm not as enlightened as I thought I am in regards to "moving towards love".  I actually have no energy to move towards anything this morning.  It's all so surreal.  




Someone wrote in response to these picutres of the new first lady, "I would take her over Moochelle any day"


I hope the conservatives are happy.  They have officially dumbed down America.  This man (using the term loosely) is a horrible example of what a kid should grow up to be.  I've never felt this distraught over politics in my life; over the future of our country.  Those who didn't like George Bush....Trump will make him look like a savior. 

He stands for everything I do not believe in.   America's new first lady: