ESPN Additions

Ironically, some of the best television commercials are for ESPN, and only air on ESPN.  Now, I do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing experience, but it works for me.

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Sites To See

The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.

 Link: [Cornish Cream]

 Link: [Crafty Home Cottage]

 Link: [Creative Mess]

 Link: [Dandelion and Daisy]

 Link: [Daylily]

 Link: [Deb Gould]

 Link: [Dew Drops]

 Link: [Donna L Martin's ON THE WRITE TRACK]

 Link: [Edge of Escape]

Link: [Encounter with a Super Star]

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ATF: God's Country

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Martina McBride]

God’s Will

Martina McBride

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night

He was dressed as a bag of leaves

It hid the braces on his legs at first

His smile was as bright as the August sun

When he looked at me

As he struggled down the driveway

It almost made me hurt

Will don’t walk too good

Will don’t talk too good

He won’t do the things that the other kids do

In our neighborhood

I’ve been

Searchin’

Wonderin’

Thinkin’

Lost

And lookin’

All my life

I’ve been

Wounded

Jaded

Loved

And hated

I’ve wrestled wrong and right

He was a boy without a father

And his mother’s miracle

I’ve been

Readin’

Writin’

Prayin’

Fightin’

I guess I would be still

Yeah

That was until

I knew God’s Will

Will’s mom had to work two jobs

We’d watch him when she had to work late

And we’d all laugh like I hadn’t laughed

Since I don’t know when

Hey Jude was his favorite song

At dinner he’d ask to pray

And then he’d pray for everybody in the world

But him

I’ve been

Searchin’

Wonderin’

Thinkin’

Lost
And lookin’

All my life

I’ve been

Wounded

Jaded

Loved

And hated

I’ve wrestled wrong and right

He was a boy without a father

And his mother’s miracle

I’ve been

Readin’

Writin’

Prayin’

Fightin’

I guess I would be still

Yeah

That was until

I knew God’s Will

Before they moved to California

His mother said they didn’t think he’d live

And she said each day that I have him

Well

It’s just another gift

And I never got to tell her

That the boy showed me the truth

In crayon red

On notebook paper

He written me and God

Love you

I’ve been

Searchin’

Prayin’

Wounded

Jaded

I guess I would be still

Yeah

That was until

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night

He was dressed as a bag of leaves

Link: [Carrie Underwood]

Jesus, Take The Wheel

Carrie Underwood

She was drivin’ last Friday

On her way to Cincinnati

 On a snow white Christmas Eve

 Goin’ home to see her Mama and her Daddy

With the baby in the backseat

 Fifty miles to go

And she was runnin’ low

On faith and gasoline

 It'd been a long hard year

 She had a lot on her mind

And she didn't pay attention

 She was goin’ way too fast

 Before she knew it she was spinning on

A thin black sheet of glass

 She saw both their lives flash before her eyes

 She didn't even have time to cry

 She was so scared

 She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus

Take the wheel

 Take it from my hands

 ‘Cause I can't do this

On my own

 I'm a-letting go

 So give me one more chance

 To save me from this

Road I'm on

 Jesus

Take the wheel

It was still gettin’ colder

When she made it to the shoulder

 And the car came to a stop

 She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat

Sleepin’ like a rock

 And for the first time in a long time

 She bowed her head to pray

 She said I'm sorry for the way

 I've been livin’ my life

 I know I've got to change

 So from now on tonight

Jesus

Take the wheel

 Take it from my hands

 ‘Cause I can't do this

On my own

 I'm letting go

 So give me one more chance

 To save me from this

Road I'm on

 Oh

Jesus

Take the wheel

Oh I'm letting go

 So give me one more chance

 Save me from this

Road I'm on

 From this road I'm on

 Jesus

Take the wheel

 Oh

Take it

Take it from me

 Oh

Now

Ooooooh

Ooooh

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Good, Bad and Ugly Ads

Since I have not been given much of a life, I watch an awful lot of television, which includes an awful lot of commercials.  Now, a “GOOD” ad is one that holds my attention and makes me want to at least learn more about the product or service it is for.  A “BAD” ad is one that quickly becomes nothing more than background noise when it cannot be skipped over.  “UGLY” ads are much worse.  For not only do they make we want to never see them again, they make me want to never have anything to do with the company that paid for them to be produced.  Of course, you may feel differently, but I sure wouldn’t say much about it around anyone with a lick of sense.  For I am, after all, an expert on such things—albeit only in my own mind!

GOOD

BAD

UGLY

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TFT: Sly and The Family Stone

Link: [Sly and The Family Stone]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Everyday People

Sly and The Family Stone

All together now

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Oh sha sha

Sometimes I'm right

And I can be wrong

My own beliefs

Are in my song

The butcher

The banker

The drummer

And then

Makes no difference

What group I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a blue one

Who can't accept the green one

For living with a fat one

Trying to be a skinny one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

I am no better

And neither are you

We are the same

Whatever we do

You love me

You hate me

You know me

And then

You can't figure out

The bag I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a long hair

That doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one

That will not help the poor one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

I am no better

And neither are you

We are the same

Whatever we do

You love me

You hate me

You know me

And then

You can't figure out

The bag I'm in

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

There is a long hair

That doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one

That will not help the poor one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

There is a yellow one

That won't accept the black one

That won't accept the red one

That won't accept the white one

Different strokes

For different folks

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

There is a yellow one

That won't accept the black one

That won't accept the red one

That won't accept the white one

Different strokes

For different folks

And so on

And so on

And scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha

I

Am everyday people

Yeah yeah

Oh sha sha

We got to live together

Oh sha sha

Stand!

Sly and The Family Stone

Stand

In the end

You'll still be you

One that's done

All the things

You set out to do

Stand

There's a cross

For you to bear

Things to go through

If you're goin' anywhere

Stand

For the things

You know are right

It's the truth

That’s the truth

Makes them so uptight

Stand

All the things

You want are real

You have you

To complete

And there is no deal

Stand

Stand

Stand

Everybody

Yeah

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

You've been sitting

Much too long

There's a permanent crease

In your right and wrong

Stand

There's a midget

Standing tall

And a giant

Beside him

About to fall

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

Stand

They will try

To make you crawl

And they know

What you're sayin'

Makes sense at all

Stand

Don't you know

That you are free

Well at least in your mind

If you want to be

Everybody

Stand

Stand

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

Stand

Na na na na na

Na na na

Na na

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Come Monday...A Little Help From A Big Hypocrite

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Well, well, well, did I ever get nailed right between the eyes while I was in the midst of holding a rather wild pity party for myself.  Okay, it was for Arlynda, as well.  Happy now?

Anyway, the main theme of the party was that one of the main things that I have been asking for help with, which would not cost more than a little time and effort, is a published review of sorts on their own site of [The Crackerhead Chronicles], which could help boost sales of the [Kindled] version of the book—even if the author of the piece considered the abbreviated account of my life so far to be one of the worst pieces of literature ever published.  Hey, just a short commentary would have thrilled me to death, but most of my online friends are evidently too poor to do even that.

Oh yeah, I was having a really good time feeling quite sorry for myself us when our Heavenly Father gently asked, “Are you not guilty of doing the same thing to Louise?”  You see, she had asked me to help with her current [Relay For Life] efforts, and my reply back was that we could not help this time because of being in such desperate need of help ourselves.

So, here I sit with a big helping of crow to finish off.  WASTE NOT, WANT NOT, or something like that.  Oh, and if you can donate to [Louise’s cause] in some way, please do.  Some visits to her [Lucky Lady] site would be rather nice, too.

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