Rolling Stones will never, ever gather moss....

My history with the Rolling Stones, and that of my husband's, is too vast and complicated and bizarre. It's a story that almost sounds like folklore, a fairly tale, which is only just being talked about now between the generations, at camp under nightfall and crackling fire. It is all true, however. Every single fucking word. We were that close, as his spittle sprayed to the front row. We were there.

Time for a hair cut ....

Summer approaches, I don't want to deal with my head! But if I ever see a hairdresser pull out one of those damned razor things, in my opinion, the lazy hair cut, I'll scream bloody murder! Insist on good old fashioned scissors. Layering my thick hair creates curls - unruly curls. Maybe I'll go with bangs this time.

Jann Arden - I Would die For You

Twitter: the place where you don't have to know how to spell gooder

I just started using Twitter ... come follow me for my one sentenced ramblings, because that's all they allow on one posting. And because everyone using Twitter are movie stars and famous people, so I thought I'd pretend I was one, too. Hopefully someone will stupidly ask me for my autograph.

https://twitter.com/colleencanuck

The Band - The Night they drove Old Dixie Down

Elton John and lyricist Bernie Taupin wrote the song "Levon" for Helm. Both Elton John and Taupin cited that they were inspired by Levon Helm, Bernie saying so in various interviews on how they would "go down to their favourite record stores to buy The Band's records" along with Elton.

From Wikipedia:
Mark Lavon "Levon" Helm (May 26, 1940 – April 19, 2012) was an American rock musician and actor who achieved fame as the drummer and frequent lead and backing vocalist for The Band. Helm was known for his deeply soulful, country-accented voice, multi-instrumental ability, and creative drumming style highlighted on many of the Band's recordings, such as "The Weight", "Up on Cripple Creek", and "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down". He also had a successful career as an actor, appearing in such films as Coal Miner's Daughter and The Right Stuff. In 1998, Helm was diagnosed with throat cancer, which caused him to lose his singing voice. After undergoing treatment for the disease, his cancer eventually went into remission, which allowed him to gradually regain use of his voice. His 2007 comeback album Dirt Farmer earned the Grammy Award for Best Traditional Folk Album in February 2008, and in November of that year, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him No. 91 in the list of The 100 Greatest Singers of All Time. In 2010, Electric Dirt, his 2009 follow-up to Dirt Farmer, won the first Grammy Award for Best Americana Album, a category inaugurated in 2010.  In 2011, his live album Ramble at the Ryman was nominated for the Grammy in the same category and won.  On April 17, 2012, his wife and daughter announced on Helm's website that he was "in the final stages of his battle with cancer" and thanked fans while requesting prayers. Two days later, Helm died at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.

Following is Elton John - singing Levon, which I believe to be one of his best songs ever written.

I am the most fabulous person in the world - I don't need 1 million Twitter followers to prove it!

Daughter went out tonight - so begins the worry,  because she's leaving with the one we absolutely detest, the drunken, "let's party" always on her mind, no good for nothing, crack head friend, cell phone, expensive clothing, bank card withdrawal, thief!   Since daughter is visually impaired, crack head friend knows her PIN on her ATM card, and while daughter gets good and shit-faced after two beers, the bank card heads out on secret journey, eventually returned to her purse in the dead hour.

But as parents, what do we know! We've got it all wrong. Sadly, daughter had TWO friends like this, until a few months ago, when Leeanne entered recovery.
Her facebook says things like: "so mad that the programming is changing so much here. recovery is supposed to be about coping, and stability, not about dysfunctional bs because you're so lonely, doesnt mean you should make us lonely, dont worry i seeee you"
or things like: "Be the change that you want to see in the world - Ghandi"

Here's a recent picture of the new Leeanne, at a blanketing ceremony at young wolves lodge



Here's a picture of the girls together.

Bravo to Leeanne - she looks so much healthier, stronger, happier.  I hope she keeps it up, perhaps the girls will start thinking about other activities, like:

I had to give up my own addiction - since I work now - loved playing Facebook games, especially Hidden Chronicles.  I think I had the most fabulous estate going....

Before I got my new job, I came across an advert, listing the requirements of the job, education, experience, etc.  They also asked for a photo of yourself and salary expectations.  I sent them this, along with a request for night shift work only.

Some people change, others cannot.  I think I'll always be cynical, judgmental, satirical, hysterical and comical.  But mostly, I'll always be brave in thought and tongue and will never lose hope and belief in myself, and others.

Peacock Video

https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=283546625111582

Here's a video of one of the many peacocks that live in the wild surrounding my neighborhood.  There are several - note the birds on verandas, fences, etc in this video, if you can keep your eyes of his beautiful plumage.

The Great Gig in the Sky

As far as I remember before, our link to a commonality of self, inner belief, life.  One song.  One record.  The depth, the rumors, the tabloids, Rolling Stone, other famous bands, fans, groupies, Time.

We were there.  We lived it.  Live, in person.  And nothing in this world can take that away from us, not even the Wizard of Oz.  The prism, so much like the triangular space ships now focusing on Earth.  To this day we believe Pink Floyd are aliens, surely they must be!  The music is too fantastic, we can't hear all at once.  It comes in pieces, a million times, and it's only our brains that accept the speed in which we accept the reality of it all, the perfection of perfect.

We had two tickets to concert, but I could not go.  Panic surrounded me because the triangular ships had come the week before.  It would take months before I could step outside beneath the prism sky.

Thankfully, buddy Steven had chopped off the tip of his thumb at a lumber yard accident 3 months earlier, which resulted with a hefty $8,000 sorry pay cheque from Worker's Compensation, which was used for a limo hire and all the booze they could drink.  A fun time was had by all, so I heard.

I eventually returned to work, reducing my Xanax intake to caffeine and faded memories of fear.  One song remains, however, the one I listen to whether I want to or not, the album still plays between breaths and sudden disruption of sleep and the unusual objects in the sky.  They are warning me........

Light speed has since passed.

To better understand, I have provided a link to the entire Dark Side of the Moon album, so you can make up your own minds.  And maybe one day, you'll be privileged & awakened to see them, too.

Dig Deep Clams - a Chip Oddity

I submitted a few taste sensations for Lay's Potato Chips contest - invent a new flavor, no problem!  After all, it was Canadians who created Ketchup and Dill flavored chips !  It's true, look it up.

Open until April 15, create new flavors (up to three ingredients) - and four finalists will be selected to win $5,000.00, and if your flavor is the new hit wonder, you'll receive $50k and 1% of future sales.  

America just completed their first phase of finalists, with Cheesy Garlic Bread, Chicken and Waffles, and Sriracha being the top winners.

Easy-peasy ... honestly, Sriracha!  That stuff is so predominant here in Canada, it's everywhere, a frickin' condiment - you have to ask for it to be left OFF the dish!  But, what's with Chicken & Waffles - it's a confusion of breakfast and dinner - I just don't get it.  Does explain the obesity problem though.

Here's what we Canuckle-heads yearn to titillate our mouth buds with:

Cranberries and Horseradish

Honeycomb and Beef Jerky

Truffle and Parmesan cheese

Wasabi & ginger root

ALL SERVED WITH POUTINE and a 1-800 number to ban seal hunting.

....and my favorite:  Geoduck & Garlic, aka Dig Deep Clams

*plagiarism starts*
Pronounced "gooey-duck", the name comes from the Nisqually Indian "gwe-duk" meaning "dig-deep"
Geoduck clams are found throughout coastal British Columbia in each of the management areas from the intertidal zone to depths of at least 110 metres. The clams begin to burrow into the substrate within 40 to 50 days of birth, and they can bury to a depth of 60 cm in two years. Few predators can reach them once they are successful in achieving this depth. A geoduck grows rapidly for the first 10 to 15 years. By that time, it has grown so large that its shell cannot close around it. Recruitment to the fishery begins at age four and by age 12, geoducks are fully vulnerable to harvest. They are harvested individually by divers using a directed water jet called a "stinger" which loosens the substrate around the clams and allows them to be lifted out. Commercial geoduck harvesters can tell where the clams are buried by their "shows" (the visible exposed tip of a siphon or dimple left in the sand from a retracted siphon), and divers are expert "show readers" whether by sight when the weather is good or by feel in zero visibility conditions.
*plagiarism ends*