This is a little song I wrote last winter and I wrote the music and sang it and it's been sitting in the hard drive since. It's got a kind of energetic zydeco feel which I thought contrasted nicely with the pathetic state of the character in the song.

Anyway, here it is.

Creole Hangover #9

I lie on a bed
watch the ceiling fan spin
asleep, with eyes open
my numbed heart's lost it's hopin'

Too tired to sleep
too alive to die
I've laid here all day
I could get up, but why?

It's just another hangover
down here in 'Orleans
I drank all my hope down
in the French Quarter streets
So, bring me the bottle
bring me my wine
I feel just like a prisoner
doin' his time

I've been tossed around
like Mardi Gras beads, by a drunk
sailed into town, "the high roller"
but now my ship's sunk

It's just another hangover
down here in 'Orleans
I drank all my hope down
in the French Quarter streets
So, bring me the bottle
bring me my wine
I feel just like a prisoner
doin' his time

How I got to this hotel room
I dont really know
I might go to the balcony
and curse the drunks below

It's just another hangover
down here in 'Orleans
I drank all my hope down
in the French Quarter streets
So, bring me the bottle
bring me my wine
I feel just like a prisoner
doin' his time

So, I wash in the mirror
and put on my fresh skin
splash on my cheap cologne
and head down into the streets again....

"Creole Hangover #9"; Copyright, 2006, Scott Scarborough

Ok. We are moving on from the endless Randy angst back to the fun part of living here in the humble and easy rolling mountains of north Alabama.

So, Our littlest girl, LuLu was at a birthday party today and it fell on your narrator to go and pick her up. No problem. I was looking to get out for a drive anyway.

Ends up Secret's directions to where I was supposed to go get her girl were as confusing as a raccoon selling timeshare condos door to door, so I had to load HER and the oldest girl up to get me there.

So, we are just a rolling along and I go into my usual speech from "know it all geography man" about how I couldn't understand how anyone could possibly get lost out here because you simply use the view of the surrounding mountains to guide you. If the mountains are in front of you you MUST be heading east.... or north, but that mountain isnt as tall so.... well, or at night, you're screwed cuz you can't see anything out here at all. Besides nobody has any business being on these backroads at night anyway, and... (ok. You understand WHY I am such a beating to ride in the car with.)

Anyhoos, we are rolling along and up on the left I saw something odd that caught my eye. I blinked hard and took another hard look. It was an old man showering himself in his front yard in one of those ole timey shower stalls that just covers up the privates! He was amorphous and white as a ghost as he held the nifty shower nozzle over his manhead.

We just busted out laughing as we rolled by. I wanted to honk the horn, but I figured he had had that done to him so many times over the years and frankly, he probably really didn't give a damn.

Was he totally nude?

I don't know.

For the story's sake, I would like to think so.

Um.... I guess you just had to be there but it was a sight to behold.

I won't soon forget it, for sure!

Wow. I never in all my cyber years have gotten to title a thread or post "Fuck It", so I'm going for it. WOOT!!

Oh, and what's with my ads at the top of my page all about "depression checklist" or "Help for Depression", blah blah blah.....?

Well, screw that.

Despite the fact that my world has gone to shit, I have decided that I still am going to WRITE, WORK, CREATE, BATHE DAILY, WORK IN THE YARD THAT I LOVE, ....Oh, and I AM the OFFICIAL photographer for our local school's C team cheerleaders! WOOT! I AM SOMEBODY!!

So, lets start by getting the ad generator straightened out by giving it more positive stuff to process.

Happy fun times!
Oh, Joy!
Let's do the Jitterbug!
Let's make love TWICE this month! WOOT!
I am so happy I could just shit my pants!
fun wild goofy nifty!
I embrace and love the squirrels in my yard!***

***Ok. THAT'S pushing it a bit.

Ok. I am going to church in the morning. I am going hiking. I am going to a real estate networking party next week and my friggin life is going on.

Thank you, I feel better!

Much love to all.


**** Oh, sorry for the bad language Mom, but we're all adults here. I'll pray about it in church in the morning. God knows my shortcomings better than any mere human anyway.

Well, I was more than ready to move onto a new topic of discussion and now unfortunately, I do have something new to discuss. My stepfather has been diagnosed with Prostate Cancer. He is over the age of 70 and surgery is not an option so they are going to try radiation therapy instead. My Step Father and my Mom are both brave souls and I know they will handle this well. All the relationship problems of this week now seem so petty in light of something as serious as this.

My whole family will unite in supporting my Stepdad and Mom through this.

....and yes, even Secret and I need to put aside our problems until this crisis is resolved.

This poor blog has gone from the happy fun squirrel blog to the bad news blog in a flash BUT so goes life. I have been greatly touched by the love and support of my new family here and I am so fortunate to have stumbled across such a wonderful group of souls here.

With much love and affection,

Randy

I took this photograph yesterday as LuLu had her first ever game as a cheerleader. She was nervous, as were the other girls, and I was lucky to snap this shot from behind them as they prepared to hit the field for their routine, which went off flawlessly!

I'm so proud of our little LuLu!


btw.... Our football team didn't fare as well and got their arses handed to them by the competition!

Image, Copyright: 2006; Scott Scarborough