tag:basicband.biz,2005:/blogs/sojourneyalizings?p=1Sojourneyalizings2017-07-17T17:23:50-04:00the b.a.s.i.c. bandfalsetag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/36208062015-03-24T13:47:00-04:002023-05-06T23:06:53-04:00Smiles & Thingisms!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6KlqSr47z8/VRGjGJFHexI/AAAAAAAAGnI/e2lGpIRkCMI/s1600/BeFunky_null_852.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6KlqSr47z8/VRGjGJFHexI/AAAAAAAAGnI/e2lGpIRkCMI/s1600/BeFunky_null_852.jpg.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="322" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>The thing about things is that the things that used to be important? Become people. And, the things you do with them and for them that bring about a smile on their face or in their hearts. Or, both. That's my thingism for today, people. You may go back to doing your thing! Oh. And, BTW? I combined a few free software edits on this to get a mosaic feel. Another of my things. Signed, She Has A Thing For Most Ev'rything & A Thingism For How Things Is...mhmm</span></b></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/BnBTQDcub_w" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/35526032015-02-23T13:42:00-05:002022-04-05T12:01:32-04:00Door Jams!<span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="color: #ffe599;"></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6xXfB5eHEE/VOt0BbDqeDI/AAAAAAAAGmg/gCsd06IC65g/s1600/10922634_10204643119632418_8396899801613611458_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6xXfB5eHEE/VOt0BbDqeDI/AAAAAAAAGmg/gCsd06IC65g/s1600/10922634_10204643119632418_8396899801613611458_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Sometimes, we're just jamming along and life has a way of slamming us in the face. Doors close. Did you know that the doorjamb bears the weight of the door through it's hinges? So, abandon fear before you become unhinged and open a door for someone today. Let someone in. Real life hinges on whether we allow God to bear the weight. When you open that door, more doors open. Stop by our door jam. Then, have yourself a jamming day. Signed, She Don't Slam The DoorJamb Click here: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAjYdgnCdPk" target="_blank">The Door Of The Heart by the b.a.s.i.c. band</a></span></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/p29kCPWAAZ8" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/35347662015-02-16T13:21:00-05:002022-05-10T21:57:56-04:00"Don't Be Afraid Of Uh... Frayed Remnants!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWkoU2t-zzg/VOI1DjRAFAI/AAAAAAAAGlk/06M4CYAYlrM/s1600/10991414_10204866077406223_7866942969681556097_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWkoU2t-zzg/VOI1DjRAFAI/AAAAAAAAGlk/06M4CYAYlrM/s1600/10991414_10204866077406223_7866942969681556097_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: small;">"Don't Be Afraid Of Uh... Frayed Remnants!" So, I thought I'd take a walk to get some fresh air and sun and wind to fight the frayed remnants of this flu. Got to thinking... The tapestry of my life isn't just a frayed remnant, but rather frayed remnants tightly woven to make a unique story. Oh, there may be a few loose ends, but they are being mended. Have a fun, tight night. Don't be afrayed to display your uh...frayed remnants. Together, they make you uniquely beautiful. What keeps my my pieces tightly sewn? I see God's loving threads in every remnant of my life. My remnants are worn and transparently authentic. Though, today, I tried singing some with my blues grunge voice and just started coughing. Uh..frayed, I'm not physically ready, like my soul is. I so have missed singing these past 6 weeks. Words can't describe. A song could! Just sayin'. Well, I need to sing to be whole, but I can't sing because I'm not wholly well. Wholly moly! What is that called? Signed, Keeping It Real... Tight</span></b></span></div><br><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/FHyZcIJI_KU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/35176232015-02-09T13:44:00-05:002023-12-10T11:50:04-05:00"EARLY BIRDS & CANS OF WORMS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUQMetvGnW0/VNj_1RfXavI/AAAAAAAAGk8/m6RiPWQu2Nk/s1600/10983428_10204811490561586_5189959461201589717_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUQMetvGnW0/VNj_1RfXavI/AAAAAAAAGk8/m6RiPWQu2Nk/s1600/10983428_10204811490561586_5189959461201589717_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: small;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I woke up to the sounds of a woodpecker, a dove and a whippoorwill (whip o' will). All early birds. I like being an early bird who gets the worm, but been sleeping a bit more being sick, so it was a treat, or should I say tweet, being up early, again. What did this say to me? Sometimes, you gotta keeping pecking away, sometimes you gotta whip your will into shape a bit, and sometimes you just gotta relax and keep your "coo"l. All to keep soaring. Especially when you're sore. Yep. We're still coughing, but starting to flap our wings and hope to be fly soon. Have a fun weekend. Don't open a can of worms. It's always too early for those kind of worms. Oh. And, the photograph? Um...this birdbrain ran outside to snap the birds, hit the wrong button and reversed the phone cam to selfie. In my defense? Still sick. Broken wings. Sore, but soaring? OK. Birdbrain. PIMP LOL. Oh. And, a bird joke. What did Robin tweet to Jay when he tweeted: Can I hang out at your house? Soar you can. Oh. And, yes. We do have a song for this called Elijah's Blues. Southern rock. Signed, She Coos The Blues And Wings Her Sings</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/gimosDPA8oI" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/35168472015-02-09T12:25:00-05:002023-12-10T12:25:54-05:00Wheel Appeal!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0XvgINMDr0/VNjtY_qB9GI/AAAAAAAAGks/BZf_ERzLAL4/s1600/10858567_10204818889706560_6001597370117244581_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0XvgINMDr0/VNjtY_qB9GI/AAAAAAAAGks/BZf_ERzLAL4/s1600/10858567_10204818889706560_6001597370117244581_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"Wheel Appeal!" I can't race right now. In fact, I've been moving kind of slow for the past month with this flu stuff. But, still in the race. Just had to make a pit stop. Truly the pits! PIMP LOL. So, I pulled out my old photograph of my '69 Camaro I got in the 80's to remind me I can still find my pace in the race! I traded it in for a truck to haul equipment for our band at the time. I used to race around all night singing in it. My free safe zone. And, right now we are playing and singing along with Brown Eyed Girl and other tunes while I post this. Jamming to anything is our free zone. Being real! And, God gives us the freedom to be real. Nope. Still not doing 360's or peelouts, but I'm driven. My gas? Hope, faith and love. If you want to appeal to others? Be wheel. I mean real. Peel out. I mean peel off! The unreal, fake layers. SIGNED, The Race In Trace Has Wheel Appeal & Zeal To Be Real</span></b></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/gV11iwW_WHI" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/34960072015-01-30T12:01:00-05:002022-05-14T02:39:28-04:00Overwhelemed, OLDERwhelmed and IllDUHwhelmed!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOL4LC_20B0/VMu4ovt1hTI/AAAAAAAAGkc/Py5zB9qrd5k/s1600/10271568_10204758596519268_8510734521145212433_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOL4LC_20B0/VMu4ovt1hTI/AAAAAAAAGkc/Py5zB9qrd5k/s1600/10271568_10204758596519268_8510734521145212433_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Feeling overwhelmed, OLDERwhelmed and illDUHwhelmed. Dark and quiet. Imagine that. But, I am confident God is still at work. Just thought I’d let you know we all get that way. And, especially, the older we get and when illness is upon us. Duh! We get dark and want to give up. With that I leave you with a fave scripture: In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength. Isaiah 30:15. Signed, Quite Quaintly Quiet & Daintly Dark</span></b></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/QrViRhmSsLo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/34523462015-01-05T11:01:00-05:002022-04-06T16:02:16-04:00Trace's Place: Humor, Hope 'n Character (for every character): Getting Dumped On Espressoly!<a href="http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2015/01/getting-dumped-on-espressoly.html?spref=bl">Trace's Place: Humor, Hope 'n Character (for every character): Getting Dumped On Espressoly!</a>: I got Espresso on my head! No. I didn’t make someone mad and they dumped their Espresso on me. Nope. But, I did pour Espresso on my head! ...<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/-WS4OLBbAsg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/34523472015-01-05T10:38:00-05:002022-05-21T07:05:34-04:00Getting Dumped On Espressoly!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gL488QbgBus/VKqvt_fIiOI/AAAAAAAAGjw/A--UqcISBjA/s1600/trace100_0227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-gL488QbgBus/VKqvt_fIiOI/AAAAAAAAGjw/A--UqcISBjA/s1600/trace100_0227.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="368" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I got Espresso on my head! No. I didn’t make someone mad and they dumped their Espresso on me. Nope. But, I did pour Espresso on my head! Espresso hair color! PIMP LOL. I can’t have Espresso coffee anymore, but I can have the color. Yep back to my natural color. Espresso. It espresso’s the real me. Have a fun day! Don’t dump on anyone. Before you pour it out and espresso yourself? Take a moment and let it get from your head to your heart. Espresso it to God. Dump it out, pour it out, espresso it. Then pour some love out. But, no dumping on others. Keep your head. Make it any color you want. But, keep your head. On your shoulders. Not on your hips. No one likes getting dumped on. Except toilets. Oops! I’m espressoing myself and flushing. I mean blushing. Oh! And, yes. In my earlier days when I used to drink, someone hurt me real bad and was 2 timing and I found out. So, I dumped a pitcher on him in public. Then, I dumped HIM. Shocking. I could have handled it better, but back then? I didn’t know I could espresso any other way. Now? I know the Way. God. Go espresso yourself. And, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I am a few weeks behind. Signed, She Don’t Dump & She Won’t </span></span></b></span>
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<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXIIUi_xvh4/VJbsnOi103I/AAAAAAAAGjY/Nye3yMrYrwU/s1600/10846236_10204423089051791_2408287551351108585_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXIIUi_xvh4/VJbsnOi103I/AAAAAAAAGjY/Nye3yMrYrwU/s1600/10846236_10204423089051791_2408287551351108585_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="388" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, at this time of year, most everyone is running around. Me? Running around aimlessly? Nah! I aims ta please, so I run around aim-morely, more or less. I aim more and I try to do it amorely. My aim? To be a gift. As He is to us. Hre’s more of my thoughts on giving of yourself. Giving up? Done it one million times (said like Dr. Evil in Austin Powers). But, now, giving “giving up” time to get comfortable? Never! (said like Arnold Swartzennegger in Terminator saying I’ll be back!) ‘tis the season of giving. Not giving up. You’ll shrivel up from giving up, but you will live it up when you give it up and give. Have a wonderful Christmas, guys. Here is our Christmas card and story and blazzy song to all of you! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YISqJCcifl0">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YISqJCcifl0</a> Have a week of uh…more…amore. Just thought I'd share that I write off the cuff and sometimes my cuffs have feelings and love and all that amore stuff stained on them. Right above my fingerless gloves... Signed, She Lives Where & When She Gives & She Claims Ta Aims Ta Please </span></span></b></span>
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<br><br><br><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViV0V7xj4p4/VIIbXNpSxFI/AAAAAAAAGjE/j1XHnYY0eDM/s1600/10599325_10204324540508139_6826494766177503322_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViV0V7xj4p4/VIIbXNpSxFI/AAAAAAAAGjE/j1XHnYY0eDM/s1600/10599325_10204324540508139_6826494766177503322_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzu6Nsy_Gg/VIIbXqeIBlI/AAAAAAAAGjI/BhotWHAcPVA/s1600/1517566_10204324540748145_7305756378461528655_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzu6Nsy_Gg/VIIbXqeIBlI/AAAAAAAAGjI/BhotWHAcPVA/s1600/1517566_10204324540748145_7305756378461528655_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CBVgyGxsK8/VIIbXOG-qqI/AAAAAAAAGjA/Q-yrEF-5-cc/s1600/1507799_10204324541148155_8231178406277245791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CBVgyGxsK8/VIIbXOG-qqI/AAAAAAAAGjA/Q-yrEF-5-cc/s1600/1507799_10204324541148155_8231178406277245791_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="font-size: large;">Well, it was too cloudy for us to get any good shots of Orion this morn, so I thought I'd post my favorite photograph I shot last time home and a few fun edits of where I grew up in Pennsylvania. I love the peaceful beauty feel of it. And, just like me having to make do and post a diff photo, that's how we have to do in life, sometimes. Make do is what we do. And, since many call me "T"? "Do"-T calls. Duty calls. You know, I haven't been feeling my best the last couple days, but T is making do by trusting God for His peaceful beauty amongst my ugly. PIMP LOL. And, I'm not snowing you. Have a peaceful beauty of a weekend. Even amongst the uglay! Sing on! Signed, She Finds Beauty Amongst The Duty (and doodie)</span></span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/F33Y_JUtV0g" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/33661342014-12-05T15:51:00-05:002022-03-06T11:29:45-05:00My "Soar"ces<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0gfj485hvQ/VIIaXBpMw5I/AAAAAAAAGio/lViBOKMwBHk/s1600/10801692_10204319371458916_3140506621199290568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0gfj485hvQ/VIIaXBpMw5I/AAAAAAAAGio/lViBOKMwBHk/s1600/10801692_10204319371458916_3140506621199290568_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Cuz sometimes you just gotta wing it. You gotta get off the bench, get your bath and get rockin' before the moss starts growing on you. My "soar"ce of flight? My Source of Might. Have a soaring day. Signed, She Heard From A Bird Cuz She's Got Her "Soar"ces</span></span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/2sYDQdV0EWk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/33661352014-12-05T15:06:00-05:002022-04-07T15:58:59-04:00Neck & Brick Walls!<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ct4khmEZraU/VIIQFd2YY2I/AAAAAAAAGiY/a0P2UtJvqNw/s1600/cherry100_0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-ct4khmEZraU/VIIQFd2YY2I/AAAAAAAAGiY/a0P2UtJvqNw/s1600/cherry100_0173.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="395" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Well, this month’s color on sale at the drugstore was chocolate cherry. So, chocolate cherry hair for a few weeks it is. Sometimes, you gotta stick your neck out! And, not just be another brick in the wall. PIMP LOL. And, speaking of sticking my neck out? We stuck ours out for our songs and albums. Have our Christmas song playing on the house player and our new song and vid up there and much more. And, the good thing? You don’t have to stick your neck out. Just your finger and click this: <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz.</a> And, you know how we all get those stiff necks and broke necks from worries? Well, our songs are filled with stories about broke lives. The diff? They’re fixed on Jesus. And, fixed by. Sticking our necks out gives us broad shoulders, but it never hurts to stick our heart out there, too. Love you guys. Have a colorful weekend. Signed, She’s Off The Wall For The Long Haul</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/bN8U4pyKpmU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32786092014-11-12T11:52:00-05:002022-04-07T12:41:47-04:00The Door Of The Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waxtGZP-iNM/VGOP-HnhuKI/AAAAAAAAGas/Nbnqknajri4/s1600/10730973_10204160396564643_8908951836478227986_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waxtGZP-iNM/VGOP-HnhuKI/AAAAAAAAGas/Nbnqknajri4/s320/10730973_10204160396564643_8908951836478227986_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Just had to share our newest blues tune and video. Have the studio version at our band site for a dollar as a single and on our newest digital album "back to the b.a.s.i.c.s of love". Hope you can stop by: <a href="http://basicband.biz/basic-music-room" target="_blank">www.basicband.biz</a> Here is the YouTube link :<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAjYdgnCdPk">The Door Of The Heart by the b.a.s.i.c. band</a> Thanks much for taking a chance on our music and us. Much love, Sam and Tracy (the b.a.s.i.c. band)</span></span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/W3RH926Syo0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32676542014-11-05T07:54:00-05:002022-04-07T15:26:22-04:00STAY STOKED!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWN3unrj2Tw/VFodm0595UI/AAAAAAAAGac/yxLz4xSiBQE/s1600/64359_10204134409354979_387433863067645925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWN3unrj2Tw/VFodm0595UI/AAAAAAAAGac/yxLz4xSiBQE/s1600/64359_10204134409354979_387433863067645925_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b>"STAY STOKED!" So, sometimes, you just gotta open up and let it all out. Right at the neck. Because all your anger and thoughts and truths and joy and hurts are getting mixed up and bottled necked! How? Open up and use it for good. Paint your whirled! Like I show in the photo. That fire pit acting as a bottle is letting the sky out. Painting a sky. Open up your bottle and let it out. Sometimes, life has its pits. And, you want to fire away! ‘stead? Get fired up! Use what was meant for mean or bad or just thoughtlessness to do something of value and love and good. Paint or dance or write a song or serve someone. Or, give something away. Sometimes, you just pray. Anything, just keep the fires burning. Don’t let the ashes have their way. God’s got our hearts. Our battles. BTW? We got this hand me down fire pit the other night. I never turn down a hand me down. Even if it’s on fire! Ha ha. PIMP LOL. Yep. Just got us a hand me down fire pit! As long as it's not a hand me down pit! PIMP LOL. Life won’t stay the pits as long as you stoke the fire. Keep the fires burning! Don’t let your heart and soul go down to ashes. Stay stoked! Keep your eyes on the fire, not the pit. Here’s a song just for that called “Nothin’ But Ashes”! On our new album. <a href="http://youtu.be/WtFjS4ifY3k">http://youtu.be/WtFjS4ifY3k</a> Signed, <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a></b></span></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/qtrmsoTCxHE" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32550222014-10-28T14:02:00-04:002023-12-10T11:32:45-05:00Crying Uncle, Uncalled For & On Call!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="//img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /><style>st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>“Crying Uncle, Uncalled For & On Call!” What? So, I got a call from one of my best friends who lives in Pennsyl vania. She was pouring out her heart about how someone she cared for had hurt her so bad and she felt deceived and let down and she wanted to cry or explode or both. Totally understand. But, I told her the following after much tears and roaring laughter: When you get in a sit where someone you love does something so uncalled for, there’s One who’s always on call. He sees, He knows, He cares. Being quiet at the other end of that uncall is a classy call. But, a hard call. 'stead? Call out. Don’t give in and cry uncle. Cry on call. PIMP LOL. And, while on call? Pray for them and for On Call to reveal to them a way to make things right. Yes, I still believe in miracles. Not naive, just hopeful. Have a fun week. Be on call for someone who may need to talk and pray. Cryin’ uncle hurts. Cryin’ on call heals. Either way? Something moving happens. They are moved to make it right or you are moved to move on. And, I have the perfect song for this... http://youtu.be/57GjmsQVQYQ Signed, In The Groove, Not Always Into The Move</b></span></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Jxk1FqTZEqw" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32433632014-10-21T14:18:00-04:002022-04-08T13:29:45-04:00LIGHT HUMOR ON DISSEDPLAY FOR ALL TO SEE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvra_yMATLA/VEajSkOm0EI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/WezVM44aUNw/s1600/10729210_742008122535038_2114317021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvra_yMATLA/VEajSkOm0EI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/WezVM44aUNw/s1600/10729210_742008122535038_2114317021_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"LIGHT HUMOR ON DISSEDPLAY FOR ALL TO SEE!" If I'm gonna shine the light in the darkness today, it's gonna be my chandelier light! Have a shine-y day. You just might invade someone else's darkness when lighting yours. Or, even better? Vice versa. And, when the light reveals the real you? Will you be clothed in truth? I will be, even if my clothes are worn, torn, tattered and faded, the threads and patches are truth. That's all I know how to be. Me. With God inside. And, underneath? You will find my soul clothes, like long underwear garments, they keep me warm and cover my holes so there is no embarrassing moments when my skin shows from letting others get under it. Speaking of long underwear? It's almost that time of year for Handerpants. Gotta have light humor to balance the truth's hardness. Like I said, have a shine-y day. Wear truth and be you. Those clothes look good on everyone and never go out of style. And, speaking of lights and displaying our light? Was in the store and got to thinking… You know how they have those displays in stores where everything is stacked up in a cone or mountain shape and if you pull one out from the bottom it all comes tumbling down? Sometimes, that’s how I feel about speaking out and defending. Just want to pull one out from the bottom to uncover the real display. Air. But, that would just leave a mess for someone else. Hurting others ain’t right even if you’re right. Man sees the display put on before others and takes from the top. God sees the display NOT put on before others. And, gives. From the bottom of His heart. That’s gotta be enough, sometimes. I shall let Him pull one out from the bottom. Airing things out reveals truth. But, it’s gotta be God the Defender. Or, it’s just hot air. Signed, Her Light Humor Is Quite The Rumor</span></b></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/RGedHtlQ2h4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32340802014-10-15T15:39:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00Meeting Of The Minds: Wiseacres & Pecking Orders!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1rRscr9SFY/VD7NGgfONaI/AAAAAAAAGZk/d-rl45FyAhM/s1600/mesingingpink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1rRscr9SFY/VD7NGgfONaI/AAAAAAAAGZk/d-rl45FyAhM/s1600/mesingingpink.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>3 stories for today's blog to make up for the last week.</span></b></span><br><br><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>1st story: Music has no age. Except acreage. Cuz it happens all over the world and heaven! And, that's a lot of acreage! I know… I’m just a wiseacre. PIMP LOL. Thank you Maker. For giving us acres of music. Even, when we are belly acres. Music. For what achers us. Oh! And, Mike doesn’t mind if I kiss him. Mike’s been with me as long as Sam has been. Which one do you think listens more? Ha ha. Don’t you be a wiseacre now. DUH LOL. Which do you think can stand me more after all these years? Why, Mike, of course. He has his own stand. He never tires. Just kidding around. In relationships, we have to stand up for each and stand a lot! Both ways. Humor def helps. And, prayer. Yes, prayer. Oh! And, music. Okay. Wiseacre is done. Have a wise week out there in that acreage. No matter what age you are! And, remember take all to God. He's stand up! He covers a lot of wise acres! Signed, The Vox With The Jokes</span></b></span><br><br><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>And second story for this</span></b></span><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> blog post: During my Meetings Of The Mind, when I hear "Mya Self" and "I Bette" 2nd guessing "Moi Knoze", not to mention all those outside in the hall? I invite one more Guest to my Conference call at Brain Central. When I start hearing and listening to all the other voices outside the meeting in the dark Hallways of the Mind Building and the culprits inside (Mya Self & I Bette), Moi Knoze moves to cancel that conference call and 2nds that emotion. Then Moi has a meeting of the Truth. W<span class="text_exposed_show">ith my always gracious and wise Guest speaker who always moves. Who reminds me to not 2nd guest Him or 2nd guess what He puts in my heart and mind for Moi to hear in the 1st place. He is always my Guest Speaker with no 2nd guesting. Or 2nd guessing. Don't have to guess when you have THAT Guest. I guess so! PIMP LOL. It's our choice. Do we have meetings of the "Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Here To Sabotage Your Faith" where it becomes a Mining Of The Faith and blows up. Or, meetings of the "Mind Your Faith!"? Signed, Moi Muwahs!</span> </span></b></span><br><br><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>3rd story</span></b></span><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>: I’m not a spring chicken. No? Why? Because I don’t spring at pecking orders. PIMP LOL. Well, that and I'm not a chicken. Oh. I respect God, pastors, bosses, elders, parents and leaders and all, but not to get my pecking and feathers noticed. Just because it’s right. And, BTW? I can still spring into action when needed. I just know what’s going on hen who has my bak bak bak. Don't be chicken to stand up for what's right. That's my story and I'm shtickin' to it! Signed, Just One Chick 'n Her Shtick </span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/hYgDxRBlMjg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32165152014-10-03T11:18:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00SOUL TREASURES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-sOonX7rl8/VC6-J7eV43I/AAAAAAAAGZU/ItxZk15uslY/s1600/10683808_553277608151536_664632213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-sOonX7rl8/VC6-J7eV43I/AAAAAAAAGZU/ItxZk15uslY/s1600/10683808_553277608151536_664632213_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span data-reactid=".8.0.0.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.0.0.1.2:1"><span data-reactid=".8.0.0.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.0.0.1.2:1.0">As I was making my bed and getting a pair of fingerless gloves from my treasure chest to wear today, I was reminded of the other treasures in life. The intangibles. The kind stored in heaven. Soul treasures. Gems of another sort. Of another world. Have a gem pf a weekend. Treasure someone. Tell them what a gem they are. To you and to God. They will think you are out of this world. SIGNED, Getting It Off My Chest & Outta My Chest</span></span></span></b></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/I_gUBu_B1mM" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32165162014-10-03T11:09:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00GIGGLES, GAGGING & GIGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIYZNEHKV0A/VC673kDIluI/AAAAAAAAGZI/vI5QMiYE-NI/s1600/lamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIYZNEHKV0A/VC673kDIluI/AAAAAAAAGZI/vI5QMiYE-NI/s1600/lamp.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>“GIGGLES, GAGGING & GIGS!” So, I saw a commercial early this morn whilst cooking breakfast for Sam. They so stole my idea. The one with the couple gagging over their coffee table because they’d bought a new couch and now the coffee table didn’t look so hot. I wrote, sometime back, about how my velvet victorian lamp makes me gag seeing my worn out couch. I’m very appreciate and extremely thankful for the contents of our lives. Being content with the contents of your life doesn’t mean you can’t dream. Nor gag. Just once in a while. Thing is? Each new thing in our life changes the perspective of the things already in it. Sometimes, you gotta get rid of the old and make room for new. Sometimes, you hot-ify up the old to fit in with new. And, sometimes? You gag! PIMP LOL. I so need a job writing, making $, so we can continue gigging. Not gagging. Have a hot weekend. Find a way to be content with the contents of your life AND your soul. Then, when new, or even hand-me-down, things enter? You will be like me. As a child at Christmas. Giggling. Not gagging. And, when new soul events, changes, people and emotions enter? You will giggle. Not gag. Life’s a gig. Play it well. Play it content! Yes. I am bent on being content, but I wouldn't mind if you came by our website and bought an album. PIMP LOL. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes Is Bent On Content (www.basicband.biz)</b></span></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/ZnLjSsABEnY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32126032014-10-01T13:48:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00BAGGAGE, TRAVEL AND THE SPOTLIGHT! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5B8zu_GCFY/VCw-Des872I/AAAAAAAAGY4/zcQ_SIZ30FY/s1600/1391284_693167067438391_286060401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5B8zu_GCFY/VCw-Des872I/AAAAAAAAGY4/zcQ_SIZ30FY/s1600/1391284_693167067438391_286060401_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span class="userContent">In music travels, as well as life travels, sometimes we should carry each others baggage. In music travels, as well as life travels, we share the stage. So, also should we share the spotlight. Signed, <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">www.basicband.biz</a></span></span></span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/I5WXHcmo4C4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32126042014-10-01T12:51:00-04:002022-04-08T15:55:02-04:00♪♫ CH CH CHANGES ♪♫<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uShuLIVgY40/VCwxElQdbZI/AAAAAAAAGYo/ZaiRYVNraTc/s1600/10418368_10203884028015602_5684739485025584264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-uShuLIVgY40/VCwxElQdbZI/AAAAAAAAGYo/ZaiRYVNraTc/s1600/10418368_10203884028015602_5684739485025584264_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"♪♫ CH CH CHANGES ♪♫" I heard the weather guy say those words this morning and immediately I was taken back to a moment when I driving my racing Camaro to work with a bottle of Wild Turkey under the seat. I don't have many memories from a huge seizure in 2006. And, the ones that come back are tough, usually. This one is mixed. Because, though. I used to drink and do all the other drugs, I always knew there was more to life. Even as a little girl. Things and people would affect me so strangely and deep. I never felt like a child. As I got older, I had sort of a double life. Worked hard, straight A student! Very tough, but very alone. Just had this gut feeling there was more. Which is when I would grab the bottle of pills or booze or the coke cuz fhe pot just made me too lazy and more depressed. I already smoked cigs, so smoking was a pain and tiring. So, I say all this for me. And, not to judge anyone else. It is, and always has been, each one of our own responsibility to answer for our own life before Our maker. Course I didn't know him, then. I do now. Now, when I am on my porch thinking like in this photograph, I look in and around and don't keep things bottled up! Literally! PIMP LOL. I take it to God. I still don't get a lot of stuff. But. I know who to ask. And, I know someday I will. I still work hard and love learning and racing and singing, but i don't have to be bottled up, if you know what I mean, to enjoy. I can let it all out. Pour it out. In a diff way. So glad not to have to get loaded. Easy? Um.. that's a loaded question. You know the answer. So, I don't mind a Ziggy Stardust Changes song memory now and then and singing ♪♫ ch ch changes ♪♫, though it does bring me to tears of both pain and joy, because I have ch ch changed. And, I am. Ch ch changing. And, just to show you change keeps on, I will share one more thing. We all have times of failing and in need of more ch ch changes. I had major lifesaving surgery to remove most of my stomach and brain nerves and much more. I got totally addicted to all the meds they had me on to live. Til i wasn't living anymore. I couldn't feel God anymore. I felt dark and hollow. So, with no money left (sold everything we had and used antiques and life savings to pay for a lot of it) and no places would take me with no stomach and poor health, I went thru months of bad withdrawals and fighting to live. Still do, everyday. Sometimes I hate changes, but mostly I ch ch choose to ch ch change with them. With His help. He made us so cool with memories and songs to take us there. Yes. I will keep singing. Keep living. I ch ch choose that. Thanks for being part of my living. The reason I share some things about my life? So, you can have hope like I needed. We can ch ch change. And we are not alone. I am so very thankful. So very... And, the thing is? I feel more like a child as I grow up and change. Signed, Change Feels Strange</span></span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/SEZeDpSiM-k" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32095562014-09-29T15:51:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00My Monday!<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZMcUSnrA9A/VCm37Uau2zI/AAAAAAAAGYY/LM-xaR5BgJQ/s1600/instablog101_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZMcUSnrA9A/VCm37Uau2zI/AAAAAAAAGYY/LM-xaR5BgJQ/s1600/instablog101_0010.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="345" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>It's Monday and I have 3 short random stories I am combining for my blog: </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> So, it’s Monday and I only slept 3 hours and woke up with bags under my eyes, I feel itchy, stuffy head & ears, can't bend my back from doing the yard and I got a ton of work to catch up on in house & music room. Gonna be hard to get thru this one. Oh, not because of all the whiny butt stuff I just listed. No. Because those bags I found under my eyes this morning when I woke up? Um...they were empty! Empty bags of chips. PIMP LOL. What? I'm plumb out of Baked Lays Potato Chips, so it's gonna be hard to be all that & a bag of chips, today. Just sayin'. No worries. Have a fun day. No matter what kinda crunch you're in, you can still know that you are all that a bag of chips to God. When the chips are down? Get another bag! NO! JK! When the chips are down or life is chipping away at you, stay chipper. How? Well, me? I pray. Lots. Music, humor, no complaining & seeing God in everything. Easy? Not always. That's where the chips come in. Signed, I Do Flips Over Chips</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> Bam boom bam boom clank crash roll! Yet, just another reason to for me to invent a pouch to hold water and long, attached straw. worn inside the outfits to hydrate when singing. Because, then my beautiful flowered metal drinking canister would not fall as I was sipping on it and bounce all over the hard floor during church. You just can’t look at the guy across the row like he did it. You know? Like how you do when your phone goes off in church. You look around like who in the world? Cuz, he's already, along with everyone else, looking at YOU! PIMP LOL. Have a fun week. Be inventive. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes Invents To Prevent! Disaster! </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> Ear lobe plumping? What? Well, the world plumps their butts, lips, boobs, etc. So, ear lobes? Not much of a stretch. Well, maybe for the skin. And, others eyes. PIMPLOL. Not saying I like everything about me, especially as I get older, butt, I'd be a boob and only be giving lip service to plump my outside and allow the soul to get skinny, right? My unplump elf ears are burning. Have a plump day. Signed, My Skinny On Plump</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/5xAkgNiK13o" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/32018752014-09-24T11:57:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00Hole-y Clothes Or Holy Clothes?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1RVxZPx0O8/VCLpvR0RJtI/AAAAAAAAGYI/Q3g5A980xQc/s1600/me100_9906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1RVxZPx0O8/VCLpvR0RJtI/AAAAAAAAGYI/Q3g5A980xQc/s1600/me100_9906.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="371" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“Hole-y Clothes Or Holy Clothes?” So, I know you all have read the story about how I used to shred guitar and sew clothes and now I wear shredded clothes and play guitar sew-sew, right? Cuz our washing machine was literally on it’s last leg over 2 years ago and if you did a full load it would tear up the clothes. Really wear them out. Well, we been making do. You can see that washboard over to the right. I bet you thought that was an instrument in our band! PIMP LOL. Anyways, some friends at church moved and got a new set and their old set was still good. Anyways, our Pastor remembered my story and our need, so he put us in touch. Another friend and his boys delivered them in between the rain and took the old ones. Turns out they needed a dryer. So, we passed on ours to them. Now, we could have gotten agitated over the washer tearing up our clothes, but we made do and did smaller loads, etc., and worked around it. Life can agitate and wear us out and we get off balance. Helping others does wonders for the clothes of our soul. It clothes us in compassion which looks good on anyone. Holy clothes look so much better than shredded clothes. Or, Hole-y! PIMP LOL. We so appreciate the givers and the deliverers so so much. The tears that flowed could have washed a load. Have a fun day. Take a load off. You know the song… Oh! And, we had some things in our back little family play room that we weren’t using and another friend from church had need and helped us out by getting them. Gave us room to breathe in many ways. If you’re not using it, try losing it so someone else can find it. Gives both the giver and receiver and deliverer breathing room. And, a breath of fresh air called thankfulness. Maybe Glade should make a can of that air freshener. Call it “Thankfulness”! Oh. And, one more thing. I am not ashamed to get hand me downs. There was a time in my life, our life, that I (we) could give much in the new and tangible. We still love to give, but right now it is old and intangible. PIMP LOL. It is hard being on the receiving end, but I am learning that receiving a gift also gives. If you want us to make more money, just stop by our band site and get you an album at <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.basicband.biz%2F&h=6AQGc3XEu&enc=AZNQCDWufMOxk-DOS229pnZxeRi2u755nQxOIxdalmwih2mr-oLMtEDt0egSOn7YGp0t7QKSpDuHNQT2XlR4Pve8kV3Zc9kPiQJQsMbSVFZMpCUBmXXGLbLAfJ_wYYZoPZc&s=1">www.basicband.biz.</a> PIMP LOL. Isn’t that rich? The photograph is blurry because my fancy expensive camera/vid is about 10 years old and wearing out. Been having trouble with it for a while. Sounds like another work fix day coming up. And, you can see the humidity in my wild frizzy hair that truthifies my story from last night. Okay. Hole-y moley! Long enough story you say? I will can it! PIMP LOL. Thanks for loving us for richer or for poorer. Signed, The Spin On Washers Clothed In Compassion</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/AMXIgTLtsDE" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/31978752014-09-22T12:46:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00Sausage Advice!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyQl7TtQf2Y/VCBR4cO9lmI/AAAAAAAAGX4/KZ2T7dWjHzg/s1600/1239365_10203832703292516_1525164681784727343_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyQl7TtQf2Y/VCBR4cO9lmI/AAAAAAAAGX4/KZ2T7dWjHzg/s1600/1239365_10203832703292516_1525164681784727343_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="397" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>"SAUSAGE ADVICE" Who needs a candle burning to make the house smell quaint and feel quaint when you got sausage searing. Have a sizzlin' day. Sometimes, we feel like we've on the back burner too long or jumped out of the fire into the frying pan. Don't give up. Keep cookin'. Sear-iously, I bet you sau-that-sage advice being cooked up right away! DUH LOL. Signed, The Sear-ious In The Humorous</b></span></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/o3wMiNqWje4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/31978762014-09-22T11:05:00-04:002022-04-07T18:33:15-04:00Falls & Weights!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rWdU0EuMU4/VCA6eVH_QCI/AAAAAAAAGXo/5ly2ZJm_cwc/s1600/10660166_10203831617665376_8516547970212619584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rWdU0EuMU4/VCA6eVH_QCI/AAAAAAAAGXo/5ly2ZJm_cwc/s1600/10660166_10203831617665376_8516547970212619584_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>Early this morn, in the dark, I tripped over my weights and about fell on my face. I had not put them away in their place yesterday. Which got me thinking. A throbbing foot tends to get your brain going. A cup of coffee would have done the job more peacefully, but can't have it anyways. So, it got me thinking 'bout how we get tripped up in the dark. We clutter our lives with the things that weigh us down and don't put them away or in their place. The thing about a fall? It tends to make you look up. Once you're done being floored. On the bright side, it reminded me that today is Fall. Time to leaf all those most colorful weights fall off us and bare our souls so we can branch out. Have a be-hue-tiful first day of Fall. And, yes. That is a book I had made from this blog. I so want to publish and sell books. Signed, Floored-iduh Fall</b></span></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Trtgkl4xGXo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/31668842014-09-01T16:30:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:53-05:00BowKinKnee People, Mums & Roses!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="color: #38761d;">"BowKinKnee People, Mums & Roses!" Some things carry more weight to those around us when we apply “an ounce” of quiet than a pound of announce. PIMP LOL. Announce a baby. An ounce of quiet about someone acting like a baby. Announce a talent. An ounce of quiet about your own. Announce thanksgiving, an ounce of quiet about your humbleness. Announce a gift received, an ounce of quiet about your giving. We don’t need to pound anything in. An ounce of quiet weighs more than a pound of announce. On God’s scales. His love is weigh louder than any horn I could blow. And carrues more weight than anyone. We all need balcony people. Others we trust, akin to. Who love to cheer us on, as well as bow their knees and pray! Bow-kin-knee people. Those who will get up high and get down low. And, God has the balcony of our hearts. From on high and down low. In us. And, sometimes, that’s gotta be enough. Cheers! Much obliged to you bowkinknees. When mums the word, you come out smelling like a rose. PIMP LOL. Photograph? From my garden. Artowrk from my photo editor. Signed, Fearing Not To Cheering A Lot</span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"TODAY'S HOMEMADE HUMOR IN A NUTSHELL & STRAIGHT FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY OF SAL EEP & LEA BOR!" After 6 weeks of only 2 hours of sleep a night and waking up all night from stuff, I got reacquainted with a dear old friend last night. We hung out 'til 10 this morning. I was so tired, but with Sal Eep, one does not need words. He's got my back. He loves the quiet. He and I were designed by our Creator to be best friends. Being in his presence brings me healing. I sure need him for the rest of my life. Sal Eep, you don't have to stay 'til 10, but at least stay with me all night until 6 cuz it takes awhile to heal? Then, you can back to your sheep. Yes, my Sal Eep is a sheep herder AND sleep herder! PIMP LOL! We love Shepherds! They always tend their sheep loving and keeping the in line. Have a fun labor day. Thank you, God, for laboring to give us dear friends like Sal Eep AND Lea Bor. We should not be bored nor abhor Lea Bor nor forget Sal Eep They both need each other. And, we need both of them. BTW? All I'm doin' today besides music and cookin' hamburgs the old-fashioned way on the stove is vacuum up peanut shells and droppings from last night. Too much action from the Peanut Gallery ‘round here? PIMP LOL. Nah! Football in the dark. Leads to vacuuming in the light. Have a fun day. Heart doc appt. tomorrow and getting college books tonight. The rest is all um...rest! Signed, Labors To Sleep & Sleeps To Labor</span></span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_605895582"></span><span id="goog_605895583"></span>“SHTICK SHIFTS & FLUID DRIVES!” Well, to speak fluid plain English, I just got rained on! Fluidly! Imagine that. In Florida. Both. PIMP LOL. Okay, so shifting from my shtick to the rest of the story. Was taking my evening walk early and, as usual, I always carry by big stick for safety and my big shtick for humor, and I stopped to check out this 1941 Chrysler with fluid drive when a sudden storm came upon me. Fortunately for me, the owners of this car were home and invited me in. After which I shared my life story in a short few moments and they shared theirs. You just never know what a storm will bring. New friends. New car? Nah. Not right now, at least. But, I can dream and hope. I so want this car. It is so me. Only $3,999.00 away from it being mine. Gotta sell some more CD’s. And, yes. I did have some of our band cards with me. You just never know when you might run into some other musicians needing a band or some music lovers needing new music. I had earlier run into someone else walking their dog and we got to talking about music and gave them a card. I always carry a couple when I walk. Walking keeps the fluids going and carrying cards keeps the music flowing fluidly and carrying by big shtick keeps the juices and humor flowing. Keeps me driven. Some day driving. But, I so wouldn’t mind having the fluids flowing in this car while I am behind the wheel. Just sayin’. Oh And, the storm ended up lasting over an hour and they finally took me home after offering the spare bedroom and a meal. It' still raining! I love storms. You just never know when you may have to use your shtick shift to keep your drive fluid! Signed, Just A Hick With Schtick </span></span></span>
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<a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F4.bp.blogspot.com%2F-QANBK4JnTy4%2FU9qSCEXuwqI%2FAAAAAAAAFRU%2F4uabAtP2Bgk%2Fs1600%2Fyoubugme100_9647.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“BUGGIN YOU, HOSING IT, BLOWING UP & SPLITTING!" What? Well, lotsa times when we’re under pressure, we make like my supposed lifetime pocket Ultra hose did today? We blow up and then split! Yep. That’s what my hose did! Too much pressure, I guess. PIMP LOL. So, I took this baby back and exchanged it for a new one. Anyways, lifetime signifies an expected continual performance and commitment. And, commitment is perseverance, but, also means to have the time of your life. Just sayin’. A lifetime of having the time of your life. Doesn’t mean always Ultra easy times, but it does mean times. Experience. Moments. And, you know, sometimes, we gotta split so’s we don’t blow up. And, sometimes, we gotta blow up or we will def split. But, usually? We should be like a hose. Watering what’s around us. Gently. Keeps pressure from building up. Life is all about exchange. Giving and receiving. And, having the time of your life for a lifetime. Of commitment. To one another. To God. You know they used to call phones number exchanges. Call someone. Visit someone. </span></b></span><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F4.bp.blogspot.com%2F-QANBK4JnTy4%2FU9qSCEXuwqI%2FAAAAAAAAFRU%2F4uabAtP2Bgk%2Fs1600%2Fyoubugme100_9647.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-QANBK4JnTy4/U9qSCEXuwqI/AAAAAAAAFRU/4uabAtP2Bgk/s1600/youbugme100_9647.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="198" width="200" /></a>Because exchange changes us. And, BTW? As I was watering with the new hose, I saw the bug in the second photograph and it made me think even more. I was thinking that it was saying to the wall, “I sure hope I’m not bugging you cuz I’m stucco on you!” PIMP LOL. And, I was thinking about how we feel that way, sometimes, that we’re bugging someone to ask for help or exchange. Take a chance. And, if someone “bugs” you today? Don’t make them feel like they’re bugging you. Remember the hose. A sprinkle of gentleness grows a long way. Signed, I Knows ‘bout Hose </span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"SHOCKING SLAPS, BULLY BEATINGS & PUNCH LINES!" I saw something on the news about beating that got me thinking, as always… I do try to turn it off. The TV and me. Works for the TV, but not even remotely for me. PIMP LOL. Anyways, I’s thinking: You bully me or beat on me or someone I love and I’m so gonna slap you! Silly, that is. I’m gonna slap you with an original joke. I may think about slapping you or even a punch, but I’ll leaving that for the line. PIMP LOL. I know… You'd love to slap me. Silly! Don’t that beat all. Have a fun day. Don't beat up on someone. They may already feel beat down. Shock someone. Slap someone with some silly. And, take the stuff that beats you down and those that bully to God. He knows all about that. Now, really! Don't THAT beat all! K. No more punchlines. Signed, What’s My Line? The Vox With The Jokes (and that's my punchline, too)</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/cZeDdjpU2T0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/30829872014-07-17T14:16:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00Shootin' Birds!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPZlcKLMGdc/U8gSVr2LlwI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/Hr4s5Y-d9c4/s1600/10544401_10203353178824704_8300434220793734187_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPZlcKLMGdc/U8gSVr2LlwI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/Hr4s5Y-d9c4/s1600/10544401_10203353178824704_8300434220793734187_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_246651767"></span><span id="goog_246651768"></span><span id="goog_661045408"></span><span id="goog_661045409"></span>"SHOOTIN' BIRDS!" This morning there was like 500 enchanting birds of every color and variety dancing 'round our front yard. So, of course, I started dancing and singing with my rose mic, but scared them. PIMP LOL. So, I grabbed my cam and got a few birds, but mainly stayed quiet from the porch to enjoy the moment. So need a newer one to zoom in better. This 10 year old camera/vid is getting snappy with me. It keeps blinking at me. I shutter to think what it will do if I ever got a new one. It already shot me some birds this morning. PIMP LOL. Anyways, its been a flashy, but true colors friend to us for music & life. I got it from Sam for Christmas when I wasn't expected to be around much longer to inspire me. I was much too sick, but the more I played with it as I learned to live each day, each month, each year, I found another joy to help me heal. Yes. It's old, but at the time, I never realized what a door it would open up. If I could get a shot of that door, it would lead right into my soul and would be antique blue velvet inlays on chocolate brown wood with jewels of every color and lace. What? Anyways, when moments get tough, and they do, before you shoot a bird, try shooting another kind of bird. Or, singing like a bird. Or, flying like a bird. Be inspired. One step at a time. One snap at a time. When you feel like "oh shoot", take a shot. At life. Be inspired. Then, inspire. Oh, and yes, that is a shot of a Cardinal I got and clone imposed it in a still from a video Sam shot of me doing Love Lifted Me outside in the yard. Yep. Hre's the vid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2BhTcwIeaQ Signed, The Ham In The Cam From Sam</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/_MLosyMjw0E" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/30829882014-07-17T14:06:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00ROADS SCHOLAR! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CKMZDk2ees/U8gP0Vx10dI/AAAAAAAAFQo/rUQWEL-Xvv0/s1600/10352325_10203363834931100_8180266851617978581_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CKMZDk2ees/U8gP0Vx10dI/AAAAAAAAFQo/rUQWEL-Xvv0/s1600/10352325_10203363834931100_8180266851617978581_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="346" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_1451457911"></span><span id="goog_1451457912"></span>"ROADS SCHOLAR!" Had a li’l nothin' fancy gig going that coulda been a blessing both ways, but for the sake of a few, they had to change it. So I told them, “It’s ok. We can do it down the road. No. I mean. Down the road. As in, down there at the end of the road. In a field." Who could I possibly bother there? PIMP LOL. There’s a road sign at the end of that road by the field that takes you off the beaten path and then points the way to the High Road. Trusting God on the road, down the road and in the fields takes the faith of a “Roads” Scholar with a degree in Faith 1on1. The High Road's a rocky and lonely one. But, never alone. Smile all the while. Signed, The Lie Low Load On My Hi High Road</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UuJNI0gY2Q/U8bGOm7VBJI/AAAAAAAAFQU/dvNPA6GCab4/s1600/998423_10200990757125638_376191077_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UuJNI0gY2Q/U8bGOm7VBJI/AAAAAAAAFQU/dvNPA6GCab4/s1600/998423_10200990757125638_376191077_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="387" width="400" /></a><b></b><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>“OUR GUTMOST!” Was talking to my best friend in Pennsylvania on the phone about how it takes us so freaking long to learn some things. She was feeling tired of people and serving. I said to her: Seems like when you strive to be a stand up person and love and do your utmost in all you do for God, yourself, those you love and really all those around you so you can make a diff, it doesn’t always sit well. No sir. No ma’am. Stand up does not always sit well. But, stand up is a commitment. A continual action. Even when it doesn’t sit well with us. We may even fail and fall, but getting back up is stand up, too. Nope. Being stand up doesn’t always sit well with everyone. And, you know it’s not very comfy for us either, sometimes. We tire. And, feel like sitting it out. And, even then? We can be standup about it. Even when we must get away and sit, it can still sit well with us by being standup and trusting God. Giving our utmost, sometimes, is more like giving our gutmost. Takes guts. Mostly. Signed, No Stomach, Lotsa Guts</b></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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PIMP LOL. Have my fave watermelon colored summer top on and it got me thinking of the watermelon in the fridge. Got my hopes all up, again! Yuck. Why did they have to mess with perfection. I miss the big hunkin’ green watermelon with huge black seeds and the sweet nectar of melon awaiting inside to gorge and devour. They had to screw them up by trying to make seedless? Seedless? Really? How lame. Seeds are necessary for sweet life. I want a good watermelon so bad. Used to eat 1 a week forever. And, the spittin’ the seeds out kept us from getting addicted to chew. JK! But, ya laughed! Now, that would be a funny photo op. Anyways, gonna take my meloncallinme and my melancholy to God. He makes good from spit. And, spit’s about all we got today. No rain. But, I did get to take some shots of the ever so lovely and colorful purple Passion Flower in our yard. The butterflies of PSJ had all met here this morning I believe. Gorgeous ones flying all over the flowers. What a site! Anyways, about the flower? The Anglicized name, "passion" flower refers to the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The name and the flower itself are filled with symbolism. The 5 petals and the 5 sepals are said to represent the 10 faithful apostles (omitting Peter? and Judas). The tips of the leaves suggest the point of the centurion's spear. The central flower column denotes the pillar of the scourging. The flower's tendrils resemble the whips used in the flagellation. The corona filaments are compared to Christ's crown of thorns. The three stigma are called the nails, and the five anthers reflect the 5 sacred wounds, while the red stains recall the blood of Christ. Well, speaking of passion? When you’re passionate about something you will walk, run or crawl if you have to make a milestone. My milestones, a lot of times, find me down in the stones and gravel and mud just a' crawling my heart and knees out to mark them. That's okay cuz I've met lots of fine Marks in that crawl space. And, Paul's and John's and Mary's and Jesus. And, prolly, you. We all have to remember how to crawl cuz it may be our only option. Or theirs. And, speaking of lovely colors? I woke up from a bad, sad dream. So real. Felt lost and drawing blanks on why. Prayed and got my morning going but, it got me thinking. I might draw a blank, but at least I draw it in color. I might get painted black, but my true colors will show through my canvas. Life’s not always easel-y. I might get written off, but I will not be erased. I, sometimes, speak no words, so I might not be sentenced. We hold life at our fingertips. Let’s be kreatively kind huemans when we draw our conclusions or before we write others off. Like God is with us. He imparts Art when dealing with us. The Art of love. You know that guy? Art? He gets lost, sometimes. Art is gentle, kind, patient, forgiving wrongs, giving 2nd chances and loving huemans. Yes, I, might draw a blank, either because I can’t remember the answer, or I don’t want to, but I can do it in color. Huemor and hope come in all colors. Love doesn’t have to be a lost art. There! I just put all this week’s blog stories into one. Longer for you, but easier for me. Thanks, for taking time to read it. Oh! And, if you'd like to see the photos better? Click on the them to get the bigger picture. PIMP LOL. Signed, Makin' A Mark In The Dark & Finding A Call In The Crawl While I Chew & Yell ‘bout The New Mel </span></span></b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><br><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> </span></b></span></span>
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<a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F-0Pgk1Run4go%2FU5DSf0xrbqI%2FAAAAAAAAFOg%2FkyxM7Bg6NRg%2Fs1600%2Fhangingwithmason100_9029.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlA7xKNRKq8/U5DSktsL2PI/AAAAAAAAFOo/9QlCnZDIuw8/s1600/masonme100_9031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlA7xKNRKq8/U5DSktsL2PI/AAAAAAAAFOo/9QlCnZDIuw8/s1600/masonme100_9031.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="200" width="198" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I do a lot of thinking outside on my porch. My porch ponders. It’s not a big fancy porch on the front of a big Victorian home like in my dreams, but it’s a pretty place to ponder. Anyways, I was sitting here looking at my antique sewing rocker that I got from my Dad when I was pregnant. We found in an old antique store. Which got me thinking about antiques. The reason we even have antiques is because people take pride in creating and take pride in caring for things over a long period of time without fail. Antique survival requires attention to the smallest details both in creating and caring. To have history something has to survive. To be an antiquity, something has to have history. The word antiquity got me thinking on iniquity. You know? Those wicked unfair acts that we def don’t want to survive. Iniquities also requre attention to the smallest detail if we want them NOT to survive. When we are in the iniquity, we just want to quit, right? In I quit -y? Because I don't want it to become part of my history! We want to quit the iniquity and do not let it become part of our history. Part of our past. Part of what has passed, more like! So, we can become the fine antiquities God intended. The kind that make history. God forgives the iniquities so we can become antiquities. As far as the east is from the west. Wow. That's all got to say. Wow. Oh! And, yes, I had a ball out on the porch and hanging outside today with Mason. Ha ha. Get it? Mason? Ball? Maker of the mason? Had a Ball filled with ice cold refreshing water! Whilst God refreshed me with the Water Of Life. Washes away the iniquities before they become antiquities. Signed, The Antique Freak</span></b></span>
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<a href="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F-0Pgk1Run4go%2FU5DSf0xrbqI%2FAAAAAAAAFOg%2FkyxM7Bg6NRg%2Fs1600%2Fhangingwithmason100_9029.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlA7xKNRKq8/U5DSktsL2PI/AAAAAAAAFOo/9QlCnZDIuw8/s1600/masonme100_9031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlA7xKNRKq8/U5DSktsL2PI/AAAAAAAAFOo/9QlCnZDIuw8/s1600/masonme100_9031.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="200" width="198" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I do a lot of thinking outside on my porch. My porch ponders. It’s not a big fancy porch on the front of a big Victorian home like in my dreams, but it’s a pretty place to ponder. Anyways, I was sitting here looking at my antique sewing rocker that I got from my Dad when I was pregnant. We found in an old antique store. Which got me thinking about antiques. The reason we even have antiques is because people take pride in creating and take pride in caring for things over a long period of time without fail. Antique survival requires attention to the smallest details both in creating and caring. To have history something has to survive. To be an antiquity, something has to have history. The word antiquity got me thinking on iniquity. You know? Those wicked unfair acts that we def don’t want to survive. Iniquities also requre attention to the smallest detail if we want them NOT to survive. When we are in the iniquity, we just want to quit, right? In I quit -y? Because I don't want it to become part of my history! We want to quit the iniquity and do not let it become part of our history. Part of our past. Part of what has passed, more like! So, we can become the fine antiquities God intended. The kind that make history. God forgives the iniquities so we can become antiquities. As far as the east is from the west. Wow. That's all got to say. Wow. Oh! And, yes, I had a ball out on the porch and hanging outside today with Mason. Ha ha. Get it? Mason? Ball? Maker of the mason? Had a Ball filled with ice cold refreshing water! Whilst God refreshed me with the Water Of Life. Washes away the iniquities before they become antiquities. Signed, The Antique Freak</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_A8Ve7I3Mo/U4Zf842LTkI/AAAAAAAAFOI/pkTrJs09T_M/s1600/10405512_10203046826206080_8875908236838158497_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_A8Ve7I3Mo/U4Zf842LTkI/AAAAAAAAFOI/pkTrJs09T_M/s1600/10405512_10203046826206080_8875908236838158497_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="393" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_1030736604"></span><span id="goog_1030736605"></span>“COLOSSAL COLLAPSING: FINDING COLOSSAL JOY IN COLOSSAL PAIN!” I took a colossal breather outside today before I had a colossal collapse! And, speaking of collapsing? A tell tale sign of your lawn chair collapsing? Those loud slipping breaking scary bending leg sounds. But, with my clogged ears, I thought it was something far away! Bam! No worries. I’m fine. These days I have more cushion, thankfully, in both seats. And, I'm not telling a tale. PIMP LOL. You wanna know what sustained me in the sun’s heat? The coolness of a Whole Fruit strawberry popsicle. You wanna know what sustains me in life’s heat? God’s coolness. Keeps the collapsing at a colossal minimum. Now, our past week has been a colossal, let's just say, something else! A colossal collection of joys and pains. So, while taking a "I don't wanna freak out, lose it and cry" moment outside and looking upon our pretty bougans AND their thorns, I's thinking over the last week. With much pain comes much joy. Because my crown broke and was swallowed, I so much more appreciate straws and soup. Because he has kidney stones, we so much more appreciate lemonade and cranberry. Because my computer screen is broke, I so appreciate the li'l beaten up hand me down cell phone I have. Because we had a flood in the kitchen, we so much more appreciate the old, old dry carpet in the living room. Because, our car overheated and is broke down, we so much more appreciate exercise. Because my head and ears are beyond clogged, I so much more appreciate that I can read lips and sing from my soul. Because, a friend took her own life this week and will be sorely missed, we are reminded to always make a difference in some way and share Christ and take time to notice and care. And, because I've been thru a long struggle of battling a body that most gave up on and never thought I would live long, let alone sing again, we were overjoyed when a dear friend who had a stroke 2 years ago, is progressing and sang "Amazing Grace" for us Friday. Yes, lots has happened this week and more that I can't put and I'm not saying I like all the pain, but the joy is undeniably amazing-er. The lessons are a li'l more deniable, but amazing nonetheless. Grace... Is what saves us. Faith... Is what stays us. Hope... Is what sends us. Love... Is what steadies us. Love you guys. Time for some prayers for all the above. And, I still so wanna do a book and CD's. We don't want much. Just to work hard and make a difference. And, He is what keeps us from collapsing colossally! Keeps us rocking steady! Keeps us looking for the tell tale signs. Signed, The Rock In My Steady Is Colossal</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Py9QwdEQWqs" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29777982014-05-28T18:09:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00Ace Your Pace!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hwj7OYlD8/U4ZeGm8grdI/AAAAAAAAFOA/6dsiPmEMLIM/s1600/10309590_10203019248996667_8755350076563500498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hwj7OYlD8/U4ZeGm8grdI/AAAAAAAAFOA/6dsiPmEMLIM/s1600/10309590_10203019248996667_8755350076563500498_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“ACE YOUR PACE!” I was up bright and early being one with my plants when I noticed this little baby gopher turtle guy moving at his own pace. That’s me, today. One with the plants and the turtles. It’s that time of year to see all our endangered babies and Mama make their trek from our back yard to across the woods. At their own pace. Got me thinking. We all have our own pace. God made us each unique. And, each of our days unique. Goghergure! Have a unique weekend. Whatever your pace? Ace it. Ace your pace. God made such cool creatures. Us? The coolest! Don’t always work at the pace we want, but the coolest. Sometimes, our pace is racing to the finish line and getting it done. And, sometimes, just steady and slow like a turtle to get to the finish line. BTW? You get less tickets the latter way. But, I do love racing… Today? Turtle pace. Signed, The Pace In Trace Used to Race <span id="goog_1235985065"></span><span id="goog_1235985066"></span></span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/y01K-G7b1JY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29777992014-05-28T18:02:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00I Wreck'n!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b><span id="goog_669986122"></span><span id="goog_669986123"></span>“I WRECK’N!” Just sitting in a music room/studio next to all the instruments and mics don’t make a song get laid down on tracks. Just like sitting at a station in a train on a train track don’t get you to where you wanna go. You gotta engineer them both to get to their destinations. To reach your goal. A finished song or miilestone along your tracks of life. And, speaking of trains? Just like our voices and hands, we do have to train our brain. But, we don't have to train wreck our brain. Gotta know who gets on and who gets off, what drives it, where you're at, and, where you're going, I wreck'n. If we do wreck? We have a Wreck'nciler. Who knows which end of our train is the engine and which is the caboose. Gets us back on track, heading in the right direction. Thinking with the right end. And, one thing's for certain? You WILL have a train wreck if you keep your caboose sitting on the tracks and not moving. Have a fun weekend. Track a milestone. We're going to work on our newest song. Meantime, here are our other tracks! All aboard! <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.basicband.biz%2F&h=dAQHv0Yje&enc=AZPQNReA3283KSETo_hJUneW0q1qTBQZxYE2Gqa04vskC05Z72Sq7-BNqBv26C-e2hnfflAvPHraH1PgDbNd1jrEt_24ZFMFbamIcd-yitR1MXFDDt8YTDjTb7u4f0fkApBbgoNoSulbdMzsEOdAEEXt&s=1">www.basicband.biz</a> Signed, The Tracks Of Trace</b></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/aJIPqvOxCBg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29778002014-05-28T17:57:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00SIT ON IT!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxjgWnSn75w/U4Zbvl4x9CI/AAAAAAAAFNM/ZAffne8ZISk/s1600/10368905_10203007176574864_7128479932547173187_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxjgWnSn75w/U4Zbvl4x9CI/AAAAAAAAFNM/ZAffne8ZISk/s1600/10368905_10203007176574864_7128479932547173187_o.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="302" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_216727913"></span><span id="goog_216727914"></span>“SIT’ ON IT?” I was transplanting a bougan to where it gets more sun because it hadn’t grown in 7 years. It hadn’t died, but it hadn’t grown. Wasn’t grounded and rooted and hanging out in the right place. My west chocolate brown wall is so bare and in need of company. So, they were both happy. Me, too. Doesn’t take much to make me smile. Can’t wait ‘til it takes over the whole wall. Anyways, I also was seeing wasps, as I had for over a week. Every time I sat back down in my chair, there they were flying ‘round me. I thought it was just cuz of my leftover perfume on me from the day before. Nope. My girl came out to sit with me and she jumps up and starts hollering, saying it was coming from my chair. I threw my chair upside down and there was a huge wasp nest. I am so surprised that I hadn’t gotten stung. We have a love hate relationship. They love me. I hate them. Which brings me to the spray!!! Gone now! Anyways, sometimes the answer is right there. Under you. And, you’re just sitting on the answer. Afraid it might hurt. Maybe not always on purpose, but sittin’ on it, nonetheless. Or, it’s not the answer you want. I really just wanted to buy all new plants and out on that west side, but God brought that poor bougan to my mind that hadn’t grown. So, we make do. So, we get stung and have pains finding answers, but, as I always say: sometimes, you just gotta get dirty to stay grounded. Sometimes, you just gotta transplant. To grow. Sometimes, the transplant means just getting off your butt. Shocking! PIMP LOL. Have a lovely day. Don’t sit on it! OH! And, the photograph? It doesn’t look like much. Just like some of the answers we get. But, if you have faith and imagine what can be and trust God? You can imagine the growth and beauty in His, otherwise, seemingly dirt of an answer. Signed, Not Sittin’ On My Dirt</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Wvn3ul4CwO0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29535482014-05-17T08:32:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Belts & Praise!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4r3cJ5BhAE/U3dWitgHGeI/AAAAAAAAFM4/f1eaonMp5oQ/s1600/1012567_10202970240091475_2509269169445463250_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4r3cJ5BhAE/U3dWitgHGeI/AAAAAAAAFM4/f1eaonMp5oQ/s1600/1012567_10202970240091475_2509269169445463250_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“BELTS & PRAISE!” So, yeauh. I sometimes have to have a stiff belt to be able to belt it out! Nah! Not the kind I used to have to have. Nah. I’m talking an actual stiff leather belt to go ‘round my jeans and my guts so they don’t fall down OR out while I’m belting it out. PIMP LOL. So, thankful my belts go ‘round me and outta me rather than IN me these days! These days my strongest and most miraculous working belt? God. He tightens me up giving me guts and strength. And, He no me peace which loosens me up! Both without the other belt. He is topnotch! So, cheers, all you fellow musicians and belters! I raise my belt to you! And, to God. Who gives us reason to raise the praise. In the tight times and loose times. It’s okay to praise God and to praise others. It raises them up. Now, come by and belt a few out with us at our website: <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> Signed, I’ve Felt The Belt</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/gZYQozhJMMA" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29535492014-05-17T08:28:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:52-05:00The Outside Chance!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFVFofxlZnE/U3dVccLTN6I/AAAAAAAAFMw/6lYN_kGO8Rc/s1600/10390239_10202972338703939_5597351319636567175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFVFofxlZnE/U3dVccLTN6I/AAAAAAAAFMw/6lYN_kGO8Rc/s1600/10390239_10202972338703939_5597351319636567175_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="383" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"OUTSIDE CHANCE!” Just outside to pray. On the outside chance He might hear me better from this down to earth place I stand because I have some big stuff to talk about. Just kidding! Only about the hearing me better outside part. I know He hears us the same from anywhere and everywhere. But, sometimes feels closer to heaven just touching the earth outside. Got me thinking… Our emotions, bodies and brains are meant as unique tools by our spirits to bring us down to earth so’s we can interact with others. And, the spirit of God, in us, is meant to guide our spirit in both the heavenly ways and all our earthly ways. Our spirit should be our deciding vote of the 4 parts of us and the Holy Spirit should be guiding light. Sometimes we act so “heavenly” that there is no earthly way we can possibly do anything but in get in God’s way. No way! Yes! Way! Have a fun weekend. We are, indeed, crazy creatures, beasts of burdens, but there is one to take the burdens to. Let’s not get in His way. Our emotions can get bratty and our bods can get bossy. And, our brains? Just plain dumb. We can find a way to be of earthly good without being so heavenly. How? Being real. Being us. And all parts of us being guided our spirit and God’s. Anywhere and everywhere we are. He hears us… Signed, I Have An Odd Bod</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/JM5BBsi69Dg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29410062014-05-12T11:40:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Creeks, Paddles & Bridges!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLUl1iXxP1U/U3DmjXZks_I/AAAAAAAAFMU/Xx-xu0MXDF0/s1600/10325788_10202936973019819_6587585402922831016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLUl1iXxP1U/U3DmjXZks_I/AAAAAAAAFMU/Xx-xu0MXDF0/s1600/10325788_10202936973019819_6587585402922831016_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="257" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_167861610"></span><span id="goog_167861611"></span>"CREEKS, PADDLES & BRIDGES!" In some situations, you feel like you're always up a creek without a paddle no matter what. But, that's actually better because if ya had, you'd for sure get whooped with that paddle. DUH LOL. No worries. Let the current of quietness, the winds of wisdom guide your way. Invisible paddles, crafted by God. Sometimes, no matter how prepared we are to go UPstream, there's a dam to bust thru, darn it! Have a fun Monday. This is shot out of my Mama’s Day photo album from yesterday. We were coming back over the bridge on the Indian River. And, some “current” events were running thru my mind, so I got some story shots! More in the album. I even caught a bird in one. Anyways, sometimes you need a bridge, sometimes you need a paddle. Sometimes, you just need God and His invisible paddles so’s you don’t get whooped. Love you guys. Paddle thru my creek of photos in this album. Promise no dams. And, remember, 'tis better to be up a creek without a paddle, than up a paddle without a creek. And, also 'tis better to be up a creek without a paddle, than up a creek without a puddle. PIMP LOL. Have fun. Don't get whooped! Signed, The Greek About Creek</span></span></b>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/-XRT5ide1xc" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29241372014-05-06T13:22:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00“THE TACKS & UNDERSTANDING ATTACT BETWIXT LIONS AND LAMBS! <b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLxWn6JF1yw/U2kaGNls3gI/AAAAAAAAFL4/8P73ngB4Jpk/s1600/10177303_10202861115123419_3150236494944232714_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLxWn6JF1yw/U2kaGNls3gI/AAAAAAAAFL4/8P73ngB4Jpk/s1600/10177303_10202861115123419_3150236494944232714_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“THE TACKS & UNDERSTANDING ATTACT BETWIXT LIONS AND LAMBS! Sometimes, when someone thinks they’ve just got to prove a point, they use tacks and no understanding, stead of tact and understanding. You know? They’re saying “Understand this! And, feel it, too! Na na na na na.” Ouch! Reminds me of a guy and girl who used to get to art class early and put tacks in everyone’s seats. I guess to get the point across to theirselves that they were cooler than all of us. No one knew who was doing it. I got there early 1 day and saw them do it without them seeing me. The next day I arrived earlier than even them and put tacks in their seats and hid outside. When they sat down to get the tacks out of their art drawer to do their evil deed, well, you get the point! They looked around while yelling and putting the tacks in the trash can. Now, I know we should not repay meanness with meanness. Should be kindness. But, sometimes, using tact doesn’t get the point across. Some people don’t understand tact. On either side of it. Anyways, they never put tacks in our seats again and everyone wondered why? I never said a word or told on them. Didn’t need to. Wish it worked that way with all people. Just gotta wear padding, watch where you sit and know where you stand with some people. So it doesn’t hurt. Just gotta remain upstanding when some use their tacks and “understand me” attact. Have an outstanding day. Be upstanding and understanding. Repay with kindness. Maybe just a few tacks. Just kidding. PIMP LOL. Have a fun day. Without having to make fun of others. That's the main point. It's not fun being attact! Attacked without tact. In life, to survive, one must be bold as a lion. And, gentle as a lamb. And, I ain't lion. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes Finds Tact With Tacks</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/db4QQhPJ2z4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29222012014-05-05T19:26:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Polished Peace!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I'm polishing our old worn leather boots my own way today. With honey conditioner, a brush, spit and elbow grease. Got me thinking... Sometimes, you get the brush off or spit on for working hard and doing good things, your own way, honey! We get soft in life from being conditioned to think the best of people. Which is a good thing, but we also need to be tough as leather when they're not. Off to have a sweet day on one conditioner? That you do, too! Kick boot! Be you. Be encouraged. Encourage others. Kick boot, 1 step, 1 day, 1 soul at a time. Remember... In doing things your own way, there's a time to be soft and a time to be tough. But, always a time to be soulful. Polished peace. Now, that's a smooth feeling. God is polishing souls with plished peace. Oh! And, speaking of being polished? </span></b></span><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Not having to impress others makes a big impression on others. If you're gonna be good at doing impressions? Do an impression of yourself. That's who God sees anyways. Have an impressive week. Press on! 'steada impress on. PIMP LOL. Jus' messin' with my impression</span></span>! Night. Signed, Finding Peace In The Elbow Grease, Honey</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/SILGBS5nnb0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/29176132014-05-03T09:02:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Praysing!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUu1MqcbcSI/U2ToylLLKCI/AAAAAAAAFLE/6wKXxNfgxAo/s1600/rockitIMG_20140502_170522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUu1MqcbcSI/U2ToylLLKCI/AAAAAAAAFLE/6wKXxNfgxAo/s1600/rockitIMG_20140502_170522.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"PRAYSING!" Sometimes you gotta stop lookin' back and rock on before you turn to stone... When you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, sing. Give it up or live it up. When I was feeling crushed in betwixt that rock and a hard place today I had to remember that God is only a stone's throw prayer away. Reminded me of something I call praysing. When my daughter was younger, at bedtime, we always had our prayers and then she would ask me to sing to her. One night during prayers, she started singing her prayers. It was so mind and heart blowing to me. She said if we pray and we sing to God why can't we sing our prayers? I said that of course we can. They are both forms of talking. Why not! And, named it praysing. Now, today, people call church music "praising" but, we still call it praysing. Because singing is a form of communication and so is prayer. Bam! Have a great day. Have some fun. And, do some praysing. They go hand in hand! OH! And, the effects on this are rock and stone and blue, of course. And, a few others. PIMP LOL. Signed, <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a></span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/x4ql7FLoh3o" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28919322014-04-23T10:02:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00PERSPECTIVE PROSPECTIVE HOPE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHatVCQhwqY/U1fH0otqhfI/AAAAAAAAFK0/QRnXFNNfd54/s1600/10258126_10202808795735467_4051571210903198363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHatVCQhwqY/U1fH0otqhfI/AAAAAAAAFK0/QRnXFNNfd54/s1600/10258126_10202808795735467_4051571210903198363_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>PERSPECTIVE PROSPECTIVE HOPE!" Sometimes, life comes at you sideways and you gotta look at life from a different perspective to see the prospect of hope. In quietness and confidence shall be your strength. Hard, but so true. Happy Bluesday Tuesday, guys! As the skies and waters God made are blue, so be our hopes. Endless and true. Remain strong. When you got the blues? Sing 'em! Singing helps everything. Music is God's magical, magnificent gift of convo that everyone feels, understands and remembers. Music is the medicine that pours out. But, not from a bottle. You can't bottle up that blues medicine. When you pour yourself out, it fills you up! Music is the only medicine I can take. And, give. And, some of us require a lot of meds. PIMP LOL. Have a bluesy day. Sing! Stop by <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.basicband.biz%2F&h=EAQFbbcXY&enc=AZOUqngoW2UQ7KbPSp1kNRUUfyS2qgmNhNOlZYL9sZ0joC3WsPN_kkrAjIx6c29KQh3hnTVm3N-G2GHQHsawSnrRgQvPN23zViu-k-CGwalYXIM5Brs4iZHZ7GN5t7IDP-Cx0252MQzfh1s23jfmQrPF&s=1">www.basicband.biz</a> and sing with us. Got some b.a.s.i.c. blues playing on our house player there. I'm working on getting stronger. 'ppreciate everyone's love and lifts. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes, b.a.s.i.c.ally homemade</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/1h4NbiIFWy8" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28785892014-04-17T13:19:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Shelters & Shoulders!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqk4G3Z1Ulo/U1AMgj0C5PI/AAAAAAAAFKg/mLAvtcDcO-o/s1600/1609812_10202775831511382_3986297568878749067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqk4G3Z1Ulo/U1AMgj0C5PI/AAAAAAAAFKg/mLAvtcDcO-o/s1600/1609812_10202775831511382_3986297568878749067_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"SHELTERS & SHOULDERS & SHE'S!" Sometimes I gotta take shelter til I feel hueman, once again. Life is not always black and white and it ain't always huemanly possible. Alone. Sometimes, to get hue back in you, it takes trusting others. Thank you God for family, friends and You. You are our shelter. Have a Easter filled with shelter and love and hope. Thanks for having my heart while I've been away. Give someone shelter or a shoulder. BTW? I have many photographs depicting a mama sheltering her girl, but having one with vice versa shows the grace and strength I see in my girl from God. She's our girl. Sometimes, we she's need mama shelter and sometimes, we need daughter shelter. But, always? God shelter. Sheez! We she's sure are complicated! And, all the men said amen! Signed, A Trace Of A Hueman Cries & Sings Gimme Shelter</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/AEGwHpYnHus" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28648482014-04-11T23:06:00-04:002020-11-18T02:33:33-05:00Mooning and Fools!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz8gZZyiT38/U0itUBnO24I/AAAAAAAAFKA/n0NCduiEK9g/s1600/moon100_8510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz8gZZyiT38/U0itUBnO24I/AAAAAAAAFKA/n0NCduiEK9g/s1600/moon100_8510.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="395" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>The same moon lights your darkness lights mine… Wow! That says a whole lot to me. The moon says and does a whole lot without being full. Seems like God was giving us more than light for our night. Also, light for our mind. We can say and do a lot without being full. Of ourselves. Or, a full. Fool! On the lighter side? Had to moon ya. It’s Friday night and I love to hang out with the moon. God teaches us in all things. Signed, The Mooner In The Crooner Layin' Low While The Moon Is High</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/cMTSCxMX_l0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28508232014-04-07T13:08:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Shhh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC_8A6F0Wg8/U0LbZP_xPDI/AAAAAAAAFJw/BJUSIx454Ys/s1600/sssh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC_8A6F0Wg8/U0LbZP_xPDI/AAAAAAAAFJw/BJUSIx454Ys/s1600/sssh.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="260" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“SHHH!” So, by the grace of God, I’ve conquered and survived hurricanes, floods, being snowed in, having my stomach removed, brain nerve surgery, being a mama & step-mama & wife, seizures, being a gymnast, car being totaled by a drunk driver, many surgeries, drug/alcohol addiction, losing loved ones, racing cars, first time on stage, Mexican jail, life without a cell phone, a weekend without the internet, working at a bank, shot at by drug dealers, lived alone 9 years, no car, 15 years at the Space Center, no dishwasher, and even not getting my own way, but there is one thing I don’t feel I can say I have actually conquered, rather still surviving that battle. Maybe it’s time to let someone else fight or get out of that war, because I'll be danged if I'm gonna let that battle rattle me, anymore. Ha ha. What is that battleground? I cannot say. It would evoke provoke, so I will invoke silence. Shhh But, you would never guess. And, besides? That’s not what’s important here. And, speaking of silence? Shhhh! Yes, acshhhions speak louder than words, but 1 word speaks louder, too. What is it? It is Shhh. I heard that. Shhhockingly loud! SILENT LOL. Have a fun week. Shhhockingly fun. Sometimes? Your acshhhions are just to shhh! I will try that acshhhion for a bit. PIMP LOL. Have a day that shhhines. Sometimes, to shhhine, you to have to shhh. Silence is holdin'. Holdin' your tongue. Whatever you are still surviving but not yet conquered, but still having to survive? Keep surviving, but give the battle to God. He can help you conquer. Sometimes, your acshhhion is to shhh and give it to God. He conquers. While I can only concur! </span></b></span><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><span class="text_exposed_show">Sometimes, what seems should be the easiest battle are the ones that rattle us the most. The thing that we love and hate. The thing that makes us who we are. </span></span></span>And, speaking of conquering? Most fixes don't come in a bottle of pills. Or a bottle of chill. Rather a bottle of will. Power from God. Get your fix. Get your fill. That's my addiction afixtion for all afflictions. So, while I am shhh-ing this week and recording, stop by our new song and story at YouTube: Signed, The Shhh In The Shhhock In The Shhhinger Is The Vox In The Band With The Jokes In The Hand (Here's the song and story link: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKM9bsmlrR4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKM9bsmlrR4</a> )</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Wjv5aNSP63g" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28416162014-04-03T11:30:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00His Nature!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuU1cW7v_DM/Uz17l7aCwwI/AAAAAAAAFJk/qNrUWR3BM5g/s1600/1618445_10202690055687040_241840380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuU1cW7v_DM/Uz17l7aCwwI/AAAAAAAAFJk/qNrUWR3BM5g/s1600/1618445_10202690055687040_241840380_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"His Nature!" As the sun went down on our sleepy li'l town, I gathered round and got a shot. I was noticing all the clover on the ground and the moss gathered round on the trees and got to thinking, of course. About some things needing done soon. Sure wouldn't want the moss to gather under my feet, but it sure looks gorgeous gathered on this grand Maple. Thank you, God, for your reminders, even in nature. That's just Your nature! I gathered that! PIMP LOL. Signed, I Don't Gloss Over The Moss Or The Clover</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/0MHFcgBRdqk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/28389902014-04-02T14:13:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Spittin' Image!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEhJaYr2g7Q/UzxTBrfJikI/AAAAAAAAFJI/JRoOHnf8E4A/s1600/1272hardowkr668_10201196485988731_1249876721_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0L6znmRrtc/UzxTFHytojI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/D8t4XZcqb3w/s1600/1272hardowkr668_10201196485988731_1249876721_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0L6znmRrtc/UzxTFHytojI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/D8t4XZcqb3w/s1600/1272hardowkr668_10201196485988731_1249876721_o.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b><span style="color: #ea9999;">"SPITTIN' IMAGE!" Just got word I got a job offer up in St. Augustine. They saw some of our photographs by the fountain of frogs and heard some of our music. But, I am not quite sure if I am being hired to spit out tunes or spit out water. PIMP LOL. What? I can do either. If I"m spitting out water I'll have a froggy throat. If I'm spitting out tunes, I'll have a froggy throat. Just like to work hard. Give it all I got. All I got? Yea-uh. It comes from God. All my spittin' out. What? We ARE s'posed ta be the spittin' image of Him! Have a fun rest of the day. Just ribbit-ing you. Signed, The Legit In The Spit</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/gLCBLq3xzR8" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/27933332014-03-22T15:19:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00I Beg Your Pardon, But I Beg To Differ!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_bhe1o_pCg/Uy3hxoo18kI/AAAAAAAAFIw/x5z9CkKzcfo/s1600/1510618_10202612500188201_719716792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_bhe1o_pCg/Uy3hxoo18kI/AAAAAAAAFIw/x5z9CkKzcfo/s1600/1510618_10202612500188201_719716792_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #76a5af;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>If you have to beg to be a part of something, maybe you should beg to differ! What? I beg your pardon? Yep. Don't need to beg anyone 'cept maybe God. And, really, He doesn't require begging. We just tend to do that when we want something really bad or we're hurting. God can use you outside or inside that something you want to be part of. Sometimes, being on the outside lookin' in make the in look more appealing than the out. 'til you get in. Then, you beg to be used on the out. I beg your pardon? Thing is? We're always part of something if we make God a part of our everything. Signed, If I Beg To Differ, I Beg Your Pardon</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/nh2Q0ITIBas" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/27933342014-03-22T15:14:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Picking Your Battles!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_1551179353"></span><span id="goog_1551179354"></span>"PICKING YOUR BATTLES!" I used to sing AND play guitar. Crushed my hand and got very ill, so after the surgery dust settled and when I realized I was gonna live, I had to um..."Pick" and choose what I could try again. PIMP LOL. Breathing, eating, taking care of the fam, singing, writing and just living were top 6. Miss guitar so much. But, we all have to pick our battles wisely and shred a tear for the lost ones, and move on. I have a joke I made up a couple years back to deal with this. It goes... I used to shred guitar and sew my clothes. Now, I wear shredded clothes and play guitar sew-sew! I also love playing drums and was learning and enjoying them so much even at my age. Until the gift of drums got taken back after a couple years. Oh well... The beat goes on. I still sticks with it. Signed, Blue Is My Hue</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/-4L2JH65tjA" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26608352014-02-27T18:05:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00“CRYTEARIA & THE DELaware DAM!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_CgFO_24No/Uw_EnlyC4XI/AAAAAAAAFII/gNCkiy1ssVw/s1600/tcryteariahinker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_CgFO_24No/Uw_EnlyC4XI/AAAAAAAAFII/gNCkiy1ssVw/s1600/tcryteariahinker.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="395" /></a><span style="color: #76a5af;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“CRYTEARIA & THE DELaware DAM!” Yesterday I wrote on the crytearia of TP. You know the standards we judge something on. What makes me cry tears. I was being funny. But, I got to thinking this morning about my crytearia for others in life. Well, with the dark, lonely (though not alone) road I walk a lot with my health, and the life I’ve had, my crytearia for others is a river that flows deep inside me and rarely has a flood that runs out my eyes. A river called The DELaware. Stands for Discernment, Empathy, Love and aware. I am very aware of the feelings of others and their joys and struggles. I feel them. Makes me sensitive. Open book, feelings on sleeves person. Been like that since I was a very li’l girl when I knew there was something inside me, but didn’t find out until my 20’s that it was God. That sensitivity is my strength and my weakness. I am working on the weak part of it. I don’t allow myself to cry so easy. Some call it strong. I call it life. Inside, yes, I cry. Soul tears. But, it takes a lot for me to show tears either of pain and hurt or of joy and awe. You can see it in my eyes, but not the tears. I keep a damn at my DELaware to block the flow. Doesn’t mean it’s not inside. I let it out other ways. By writing, singing, serving, loving and joking. Yes, I have crytearia. Soul crytearia Yes, The DELaware flows in me. I see others through my life’s eyes. How God sees me. My crytearia for others is His. Sometimes it gets damned. We all have those days when we just wanna cry out "damn!". That’s when I need to cry out to God to not be so sensitive. Still, I bare my soul. Signed, The Damn In The Ma’am</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/9QP6amMhcEI" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26525372014-02-26T15:05:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Feeling...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G36Y21j1mEk/Uw5JELjtiWI/AAAAAAAAFH4/DMfX9NaHME0/s1600/crochetPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-G36Y21j1mEk/Uw5JELjtiWI/AAAAAAAAFH4/DMfX9NaHME0/s1600/crochetPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“FEELING...” So, what makes me feel? Kids realizing you notice them, babies laughing, pouring my heart out singing, hearing my girl sing, listening to Eva Cassidy (and many others), photographs, antiques, history, Sam’s lead breaks, hearing drums clank epically on the off beat, the groove of a boss bass, the outdoors, writing, decorating anything, smiling, telling off the cuff jokes, talking to God, talking to anyone, sickness in me, sickness in anyone, having hope… Lots more, but, I feel could go on forever. The photograph collage? Just some of the things that make me feel. And, the new bluesy crocheted rose headband and fingerless gloves from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/annastreasures">Anna's Treasure's Crocheted with Love</a>. Love them. Can you feel it? PIMP LOL. Signed, The Appeal In The Feel<br><br> And, speaking of writing, just some of this weeks homemade humor and hope short stories that I decided to combine in one for my blog: <br><br> Truth doesn't have to dig deep through a library of lies for fiction to read between the lines for a better story. Truth effortlessly remembers its facts that are never between the lines, never feeding anyone a line. Truth has a spine. Truth is a historical book. A lie is a hysterical book with 1 line. A line of bull. Not worth the read. Truth is not shelfed. It is worth the write, worth the read. Write the truth, read the truth, speak the truth, live the truth. You are a living book. Don't shelf your self. Signed, Booking It<br><br> Sometimes, we're looking for bread crumbs and don't have a clue that either they became stuffing or that a fresh new whole loaf awaits us in the bread box right in front of our eyes. Be thankful in the crumbs, the loafs, the stuffing, and the crumby loafs and stuffings. PIMP LOL. Because the Bread of Life loafs you. Signed, Breadhead<br><br> One man's penny is another man's dollar. It's not what you have. It's what you give that's right on the money. Not passing the buck. Just my 2 cents. Just common sense. Green can make sense of a lot. But, envy only gets greener. Money talks, but giving makes sense. Money talks...dollars. Giving yourself hollers. Signed, Making Sense Outta Change<br><br> I wear my fancy gorgeous, flowered socks inside out! So’s I can see the beautiful fluffy stitching. I know. I’m always inside out and upside down and twisted. PIMP LOL. I mean I love the socks worn both ways, but inside out kinda shows the real beauty. What’s underneath! Besides, my inside out socks go with my frocks. They fit me. Have a lovely day. Show your underneath. I bet it’s a real beauty! Show your stitch. Find your niche. Signed, My Socks Fit Me Like A Glove, Fingerless, Of Course</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/O_qFedDHTUo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26525382014-02-26T15:01:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00AVEILABLE or AVAILABLE! IN SURE-ROUND SOUND!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-7adrw6JUc/Uw5H9iv87HI/AAAAAAAAFHw/124jv1P8nzc/s1600/1622821_10202451432881619_2137440302_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-7adrw6JUc/Uw5H9iv87HI/AAAAAAAAFHw/124jv1P8nzc/s1600/1622821_10202451432881619_2137440302_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"</span></b></span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>AVEILABLE or AVAILABLE! IN SURE-ROUND SOUND</span></b></span>" What? Well, if I am able I avail. I give it my all. If something aveils me, like there’s a veil over my able? A veil over my mind? That’s when I pray and try harder. Until it doesn’t aveil me. And, I am available. For whatever. Same with people. If I am able, I def will avail. Give my all to be available. Sometimes we put a veil over us to shroud the fact that we don’t want to be available. We don’t want to get out of our comfortABLE zone so we put on a veil and say we're unaveilable. But, God and others are able to see through that veil. Everyone's able to avail comfort. So, am I gonna be aveilable or available? This does not avail me. I know what I’m gonna do. I am able. By the grace of God. Which is available to all. In and out of the comfortable zone. To the Abels, Mabels and Cains. With God, all things are able. But, all things are not comfort-able. Speaking of ables and possibles? I surround myself with people who know stuff, so I learn. My surround sound blasts singers that know their stuff and pull me into my impossibles, so I learn. I am sure and well rounded, "sure-rounded", if only because I am surrounded by God. I know better to better myself, yet not be better than anyone. Sometimes, life is improv. But, always, it is improve. Just a li'l sure-round soundoff. With God, and sometimes others, we are able and can. Signed, Avail If Able, A Veil If Cain</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/0PoCqcRtHZ8" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26525392014-02-26T14:57:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00GRACE, COFFEE & POOP! GROUNDS FOR GROWTH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4xWQyi7tUs/Uw5HFlXYzbI/AAAAAAAAFHs/AOfIodfXHBs/s1600/1655849_10202458356254699_1011592171_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4xWQyi7tUs/Uw5HFlXYzbI/AAAAAAAAFHs/AOfIodfXHBs/s1600/1655849_10202458356254699_1011592171_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="380" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“GRACE, COFFEE & POOP! GROUNDS FOR GROWTH!” As, I went out early this morn with our coffee grounds to fertilize our plants, I thought of this story. I’ve always fertilized with pig poop and coffee grounds. Yep. You heard right. Our yard, plants and flowers loved both. And, my TLC and talkin’ to them, of course. Grace was trained to go outside and fertilize for us and I would take the coffee grounds out every morn and put on diff plants or areas. They, also like us, need to be knee deep in crap to grow. And, grounded for stimulation. Throw in some TLC and talkin’ to and you got it growin’ on! PIMP LOL. I don’t have Grace anymore, but I do take the coffee grounds out every morn, give them TLC and talk to them. You know what I always say: gotta get dirty to stay grounded. The joe makes it grow. And, though crap may be all around us, it don’t have to be in us or come out of our mouth. Thank you, Grace. We miss you. And, not just for your poop. Thank you, God, for your grace. For all the crap. You got it growin’ on! DUH LOL. OH! And, my Grace? As you can see in the collage, she loved on me when I was very very ill. Her nickname? Um. With us playing guitars? Hamstrings! PIMP LOL. She was a lot like me. She loved dancing, chomping on ice and drinking Coke from the little old bottles and being fed Ramen Noodles, not cut up. She left that to me. Being a cut up? PIMP LOL. And, remember… Hugging a pig keeps you from snorting at all the other hams and swine out there. Be kind, mind ya. It’ll grow ya. Signed, I Know About Grow From The Crap In My Lap Says The Trace With The Grace</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Gfax_tDq-4k" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26143352014-02-20T08:56:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Chasing Guitars!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tyEBkvUR0s/UwYJT0NwXII/AAAAAAAAFHY/3oeq8ZTyn30/s1600/1002160_10202298164690010_1390163017_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tyEBkvUR0s/UwYJT0NwXII/AAAAAAAAFHY/3oeq8ZTyn30/s1600/1002160_10202298164690010_1390163017_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="318" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"CHASING GUITARS! BABY STEPS! MY 1st STEP IN BLUES!" It's their fault! They let me take the 1st step! And, it was all downhill from there. They sure didn't know what they were getting themselves into letting me go. And, chasing guitars! PIMP LOL. You can see my brother is holding a little guitar. But, anyways, there's been a lot of uphills, too. Mountains! A lot of 1st steps after becoming a Christian and a lot of 1st steps after life saving surgeries. A lot of 1st steps in music. But, then, life is all about 1st steps. Baby steps. Sometimes, crawling. We should always be learning. There is only ever one 1st step in any journey. Step into the impossibles. Take the 1st step. In the right direction! Your knees may knock, your legs may shake, your body may wobble and your heart may pound, but you're not alone. Sometimes, life is downhill, but mostly? Uphill if you want to get any where. BTW, that's my Mom and dear brother, Larry. He is with Jesus now. Miss him... Have a fun day, guys. Take a step. Me? I just keep walking. Crawling, even, sometimes! And, sometimes? My spirit's gotta drag my body along screaming and kicking and shouting. PIMP LOL! But, I listen good, baby! Sometimes, you just need something to run to... Signed, Baby, I Thirsts For Firsts</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/PmLEnE2cWlQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26102362014-02-19T15:32:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00You Gotta Hand It To Stress!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCBjUs19las/UwUUqghWErI/AAAAAAAAFHM/JQZzU0cP4p8/s1600/blue+hair100_8271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCBjUs19las/UwUUqghWErI/AAAAAAAAFHM/JQZzU0cP4p8/s1600/blue+hair100_8271.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="335" /></a><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I am only beginning to realize how stress can make a mess. Of us. Or, make the best. Of us. More than any other factor in life. How we handle stress depends on how hands on we are with God, I believe. Stress is the “I” factor. God is the “You” factor. It’s just a matter of time before the things that used to matter so so much, the things that dishearten us, will, as a matter of fact, matter less, and we will let those matters stop dissing us. And, the things that hearten us, will matter more. We all ask ourselves “What in the world’s the matter with me to worry about things that shouldn’t matter?!” Well, as a matter of fact, we will get to that time quicker by taking all matters to God. Not to the world. It matters to Him. We make a mess of matters. He made a mass of matter. We make a stress of matters. He stresses what matters! DUH LOL PIMP LOL. Signed, Hands Out, Hands on, Hands Up! Hands Down!</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/tAeQjWF_6FA" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26089622014-02-19T12:20:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Ruffled & Wrestled About Our Vessels!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B68fhlX143U/UwTnmK2LM5I/AAAAAAAAFG4/Acng-BN9YWc/s1600/vesselsPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-B68fhlX143U/UwTnmK2LM5I/AAAAAAAAFG4/Acng-BN9YWc/s1600/vesselsPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“Ruffled & Wrestled About Our Vessels!” So, I was pinning my dust ruffle around the bed the other day to sew at a “later” date because it was torn almost the whole way around and dragging on the floor. So, anyways, last night I was awoken in the middle of the night with a sharp deep scratch down my leg. OUCH! Yep. One of those pins must have got left on the bed and it stuck in my leg. I didn’t get too ruffled. Just dragged myself outta bed and got the pin out. Life hurts. And, then you laugh! Oh! It would have been nice to buy another ruffle but, that got me thinking… More and more, everyday, I find that having li’l is less overwhelming, more or less. And, more and more, everyday, I find that the li’l is more than I need, more or less. The thing is, what’s important’s not the things in the vessels we call our homes, but the home we let God make in our vessels. And, our homes. Having less things does keep activities like getting dressed, cooking, eating and living life, simple, uncomplicated and b.a.s.i.c. We may have to wrestle with our vessel and God, at times, to make do, but we get it done, by the grace of God. And, a lot of kooky kreativity. Except when it comes to underwear. You just gotta have lots of those. For our vessel. In case we have to wrestle. Or, get ruffled! DUH LOL PIMP LOL. I'm def not saying life isn't much easier with money, because I've had a few years of plenty. Just sayin' it doesn't solved all. Oh! And, the photodrama? Just some of my fave vessels and vinyls in our music room! And, you can on the one that it says “NOT FRAGILE”. Well, our vessels are fragile like the ones in the photograph, but God strengthens our spirit and He made our vessels wondrously to do such amazing things. Yes, they wear out and crack and break, but we get new ones, one day. Until then? We Signed, I Wrest My Trace</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/qY1TfWWh-Qg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26080412014-02-19T10:54:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:51-05:00Project PROJECT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6eGH8wthBo/UwTTpwBHnsI/AAAAAAAAFGo/CXVVe5QP6M4/s1600/17801_10151408793665488_795264951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6eGH8wthBo/UwTTpwBHnsI/AAAAAAAAFGo/CXVVe5QP6M4/s1600/17801_10151408793665488_795264951_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="378" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"Project PROJECT!" Today, my project is to um...project! I'm collaborating and carefully planning with 3 “Others” to achieve my aim, my goal. That aim? I aims to make an impression out there. And, in here. In the world, in my home, in my soul. Oh, nothin’ fancy. Just b.a.s.i.c.. But, b.a.s.i.c. best. Just to project my best. Project my kind. Yep. That’s my project for today. Not just in music, but serving of any kind. We all have a voice to project. The voice of our soul. That voice allows others to hear and see God, not just us. That's Project Project! Project Soul! Soul, stop by our projects: <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> I project it will be fun. Signed, A Project With Soul Projects A Goal</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/_ELJSW_0mdc" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/26016662014-02-18T14:10:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00The Big House!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxyF2gfd5Gg/UwOv9jS0MVI/AAAAAAAAFGY/pL5IWejiybY/s1600/1969352_10202409090903096_2112727405_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-HxyF2gfd5Gg/UwOv9jS0MVI/AAAAAAAAFGY/pL5IWejiybY/s1600/1969352_10202409090903096_2112727405_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="307" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“The Big House!” I’ve lived in a big house and spent a lot of time there with windows wide open and no bars on them. I’ve “visited” THE big house and spent SOME time there, as a band and, as a bandit, with no windows open and lots of bars! PIMP LOL. Never over night! But, there’s one Big House where we’ll all spend some eternity together. So get used to it now. God wants us to care for the prisoners, the widows, the sick and all whom He loves. Bandits as well as bands. And, bands of folks different from us. Even the snooty! But, you know, snooty so uglifies beauty! Smuglifies, too. I witnessed someone acting so unkind, like it was their duty to be snooty. Inner beauty, outward kindness and countenance. That’s what they see that lasts. That’s what God calls on us to do. To be. Inward and outward duty is the real beauty! It’s for our benefit. I wanted to kick booty for that snooty, but did my duty, instead of my doo-doo-ty! Because we all know how easy it is to love the lovely and the loving, but... Yes, even, the snooty. So, we’ve got to band together. They will know us by our love. Will they see snooty towards those different or beauty? Behold beloved! Let us love, above! Duty! Here’s a song to go with just this called: Behold How They Love (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54vjGWVLCgE">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54vjGWVLCgE</a>). And, another to go with the Big House (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7732iOEviA8">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7732iOEviA8</a>). They’re both on our albums at <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> Signed, Everyone’s Welcome In Our House! No Sweat!</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/G2cwL76W3lQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25759782014-02-13T14:49:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00THE WIND BENEATH MY SINGS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpMDVbZy1bA/Uv0hpp1hVpI/AAAAAAAAFGE/OANTKibxtFE/s1600/thewind100_8212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpMDVbZy1bA/Uv0hpp1hVpI/AAAAAAAAFGE/OANTKibxtFE/s1600/thewind100_8212.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="336" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I was outside on the porch for a minute, trying to get some fresh, cool air and sing to build up my lungs again. It was so windy. How windy? It was so windy that I had the wind beneath my sings! PIMP LOL! And, I and it got carried away! I needs lots of more building up! DUH LOL. Lots! The wind beneath my singing? The Wind Maker. 'specially when I'm outta wind. Here's our place for sings! <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a>. Signed, The Wings In The Sings</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/nn1-tCrbiHk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25743042014-02-13T09:24:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00The Tweaks In My Weaks!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4e7e2-UIA0/UvzVYezKpJI/AAAAAAAAFFw/JrRouAgrFsg/s1600/canvasme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4e7e2-UIA0/UvzVYezKpJI/AAAAAAAAFFw/JrRouAgrFsg/s1600/canvasme.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #45818e;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>“SEEK THE TWEAK!” My body wreaks havoc. My mind speaks havoc. My emotions freak out from havoc. But, my spirit seeks God and tweaks havoc. Leaks tears of peace. Saving me. From myself. My poem I came up with as I sat thinking about our different parts of our being and how God made us. I know we can all relate to how the different parts of our being fight each other and affect each other. And, how like the photoart, we get torn up and crumpled like the poem on paper. But, we need not be bleak. Or, feel up a creek. Without a paddle. For, our spirit and the spirit of God in us, is our paddles to guide. And, maybe sometimes, to spank! PIMP LOL. Yes, our spirit leaks peace. Through the tears. Sometimes, of pain. Sometimes, of joy. But, always moistens our spirit with peace. In the end. Someday we shall have new bodies to house these spirits of ours. Might sound Greek, but that’s what the bible says. Until then, we take care of our home. All parts of us. Heart, soul, mind and strength. So, we can do like the song says. Love God with all. And, others. Seek the tweak in the middle of your weak. Every day of the week. Love you guys for taking time and for your prayers. Signed, The Peaks In My Weaks Put Color In My Cheeks</b></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/xpvKClWvrlA" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687482014-02-12T14:35:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00HIGH ON LIFE or 1 TOKE OVER THE LINE?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGo8JeLgSEA/UvvM7OgZU0I/AAAAAAAAFFg/g61n8HMc_9M/s1600/bam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGo8JeLgSEA/UvvM7OgZU0I/AAAAAAAAFFg/g61n8HMc_9M/s1600/bam.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="300" /></a><span style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“HIGH ON LIFE or 1 TOKE OVER THE LINE?” To me, this whole pot thing's a smoke screen. Literally! Cough, cough. I mean if smoking cigs is harmful, then um...duh! I'm def not ignorant. On either account. Kicked those habits right in the buds. I don't need to google my info. I lived it. For the very few it may help, make a pill and let doc dispense. Having pot houses with diff flavors sounds taxing for everyone and highly similar to shops back in the day. About 1 toke over the line, if you ask me. I'm burnt out on it already. Stick that in your pipe & smoke it. Maybe you think I'm bong-o! Nope. Just hash-ing over my dope opinion and weed-ing out the bugs in it. Or, should I say roaches. Just making light. Of a haze-y tops-ic. TNT LOL. Hope you still think highly of me. I know. That's a loaded statement. That took an ounce of courage and a pound of truth. I think I shall go listen to some tunes. How ‘bout The Doobie’s? PIMP LOL. Oh! And, the photodrama? Well, some of my space center buds and me goofing around just high on life. BTW? How many engineers does it take to tune a guitar? 3. 2 regular engineers and 1 sound engineer. PIMP LOL. Yes, I used to do sound. But, the point is that God made me sound. Thing is? My high is now The Most High. Signed, Blowing Steam 'bout The Smoke Scream & The Toke Scheme</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/kYlWO-mZqyM" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687492014-02-12T14:26:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00BACKUP PLANS & BEING DRIVEN!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/UpiZQtNPUjs" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687502014-02-12T14:14:00-05:002022-02-26T01:03:00-05:00CLASSY OR CRASSY?<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHdSZMOC2Iw/UvvHkEoeU-I/AAAAAAAAFFI/eKQR4sTiars/s1600/1383782_10202307370160141_523095414_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHdSZMOC2Iw/UvvHkEoeU-I/AAAAAAAAFFI/eKQR4sTiars/s1600/1383782_10202307370160141_523095414_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="302" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style><![endif]--><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“CLASSY OR CRASSY?” Everyone could hear and see she didn't have on her big girl pants because they could also see and hear she was gettin' too big for her britches. Even they split on her. PIMP LOL. That's something none of us ladies want said or heard or seen about us. 'tis a fine line between tough and classy vs. tough and um...crassy. What'd you think I was going to say? Okay.. Fine. I was going to say sassy. If we lay it on the line, God will help us find our fine. And, help us to be the classy. Not the um...other. Signed, Be The Fine, Be Not The Be Hind</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/o9_ptOS_zXU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687512014-02-12T14:09:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00DeFEAT, De FEET & De FEATS!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq6P6CG1pds/UvvGTaOgZEI/AAAAAAAAFE8/hIfUEXZkbjg/s1600/1795646_10202359881312887_344093629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq6P6CG1pds/UvvGTaOgZEI/AAAAAAAAFE8/hIfUEXZkbjg/s1600/1795646_10202359881312887_344093629_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="387" /></a><b><span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“DeFEAT, De FEET & De FEATS!” If you feel defeeted because someone rubbed you the wrong way? Take de feet and get de foot rub. That's a rub that could never be de wrong way. PIMP LOL. And, all that wrong will be rubbed away. While the overcoming of defeet will rub off. On others. Don't let anyone defeet you. Take all your feats to God. Your sole will thank you. The photo drama? Well, we were fixing to practice some music and he said, “Do you want to run through the songs?” To which I dropped the songs on the floor and ran through the songs. DUH LOL PIMP LOL. Sometimes, de action speaks louder than de words. And, de humor keeps defeat from running away with us! Signed, Rub De Feet To Stub Defeat</span></span></b><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/c8HCR_iRkmk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687522014-02-12T14:02:00-05:002022-05-16T04:29:00-04:00Booking It!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgx-umPe9Q4/UvvFI72GjtI/AAAAAAAAFEo/-hcheEjG0vE/s1600/1655838_10202354914708725_213344074_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgx-umPe9Q4/UvvFI72GjtI/AAAAAAAAFEo/-hcheEjG0vE/s1600/1655838_10202354914708725_213344074_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, I got my 3rd book full of all my blog articles in the mail today. Just thought I needed to have them on paper. 1,000 articles now. Just wanted to have them all together on paper for a keepsake. And, for Pete’s sake, I so want to do a real book for everyone to get. Prayers for me to do this. In the mean time? I at least have my stories and photodrama in 3 books. Just gotta pick out my best ones and pray and figure out what to do. This year’s hopes: CD’s and a book. In the meantime, here is my blog site. Stop by and join it and follow me. It’s my front porch blog. Humor and hope and character. For all characters. <a href="http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/">http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/</a> And, you know the other site. <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a>. Signed, Booking It For Now, Hoping Them For Later</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/tylddX8r-OY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687532014-02-12T13:58:00-05:002022-04-26T15:26:49-04:00ALIVE FOREVER!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWbie0cqtOg/UvvERTo65rI/AAAAAAAAFEg/sRMJiwu2mQ4/s1600/1604405_10151973971345488_166029343_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWbie0cqtOg/UvvERTo65rI/AAAAAAAAFEg/sRMJiwu2mQ4/s1600/1604405_10151973971345488_166029343_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="311" width="400" /></a><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Sam and I are brushing up on this song from a couple years called "Alive Forever" on my li’l classical guitar so we can sing this duet. Here's the song at YouTube <a href="http://youtu.be/7732iOEviA8">http://youtu.be/7732iOEviA8</a>. It’s a song that can be played and song anywhere. A song that everyone can relate to. From young to old. Rich or poor. Happy or sad. For anyone who misses someone. Who has lived a life. No matter how long or short. Listen through 'til the very end. Cuz that's what we do in people's lives. Live and listen to the very end. We shall meet again. Oh! And, it’s on our album at our website at (<a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a>) Thanks, guys, for letting us share our music and hearts. the b.a.s.i.c. band</span></span></b><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/1gf0jb_eP6A" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687542014-02-12T13:51:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00HEARTBURN, KNUCKLE SANDWICHES, BONE-CRACKING JEALOUSY & GASSIP!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-NBBLoe6F8/UvvCVyJB9WI/AAAAAAAAFEU/Sp-KtNeriHo/s1600/1622769_10202353203265940_820393549_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-NBBLoe6F8/UvvCVyJB9WI/AAAAAAAAFEU/Sp-KtNeriHo/s1600/1622769_10202353203265940_820393549_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="380" /></a><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“HEARTBURN, KNUCKLE SANDWICHES, BONE-CRACKING JEALOUSY & GASSIP"! ! So, I was so tired I fell asleep curled up in a ball that when I woke up this morning and went out to get the mail, my knees cracked so loud that my knuckles got jealous and asked if my knees wanted a knuckle sandwich. Then, my neck popped in after hearing all the commotion and told my knees AND knuckles to leave the real cracking work to someone who can really stick their neck out and do it up right. PIMP LOL. Bodies… Don’t they just crack you up? Life might not be all it’s cracked up to be sometimes, but finding the humor in it keeps us from cracking up! We all have our cracks. But, we also all have our talents and gifts. Some of us get on our knees for others, some of us encourage and fight for others and some of us stick our necks out for others to serve. Which, BTW, is better than sticking your neck out to hear gossip. Which brings me to “Gassip”! My spelling for gossip because it's cooked up with a harmful mixture of hot air over gas. And, all you require is 1 sip and you have gas! It not only explodes on the cook, and everyone who eats at that table, but gives heart burn to the hungry ones who refuse to eat but feel the heat and throwup their arms in gas-lyness! Though, the cook, unafflicted from having worn a gas mask, usually changes aprons and moves on to a new kitchen. Gassip makes everyone sick. Gassip gives everyone gas. But, one day we shall all be eating at His table and it shall be a gas with no gassip! I think most gossip stems from jealousy. And, did you every notice the word lousy is in there? Yep. Jealousy is lousy. Life has it’s gas and cracks, but it also has crackups and is a gas, too. So, go have yourself a cracking day. Me? Going to go have knuckle sandwich! Stick my neck out and get on my knees. We do each have our gifts and talents, so don't feel like giving someone else a knuckle sandwich. Instead, get cracking and get on your knees for them. I know that can hurt. Sometimes, hard to pray for someone else, but it hurts us worse if we don't! Crack a knee, crack a smile. But, don't crack some gassip! We each are all one part part of a big body. Each having our value and function and gifts and talents. Get crackin'! And, yes, I got the music in me. In more ways than one. PIMP LOL TNT LOL. Signed, My Heart Burns For You While My Body Cracks Me Up</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/x2Or2Dc8NTk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687552014-02-12T13:46:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00JEEPERS CREEPERS WHERE”D YOU GET THOSE SLEEPERS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7Twaqkz3i4/UvvA1thypZI/AAAAAAAAFEA/Jbur5wLFnB0/s1600/1549563_10202341361649907_1203899196_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7Twaqkz3i4/UvvA1thypZI/AAAAAAAAFEA/Jbur5wLFnB0/s1600/1549563_10202341361649907_1203899196_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="246" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></span><span style="color: #ffd966;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“JEEPERS CREEPERS WHERE”D YOU GET THOSE SLEEPERS!” What? So, last night my PJ bottoms creeped up on me! No, they didn’t scare the living daylights outta me. Just bugged the living nightlights outta me! PIMP LOL. After, I yelled at those nightmare of PJ’s sleepers and pulled them back down my cold legs 50 times, I went back to sleep and got woken up a 2nd time with a dreadful thirst! Walked like a zombie to the kitchen to get an ice cold glass of water. Went back to dreamland. No more nightmares. Well, yes, I ended up oversleeping which is an eye-opening awake nightmare, or peeper opening I should say to rhyme, but I did need more rest to completely get over this monster sickness. We all got those monsters in our lives that creep up on us and scare us. God tells us to fear not because He is with us always. And, we all have dreadful thirsts. But, there is a thirst that does not come with dread! Thirst to be someone after God’s own heart. I know it’s easier said than done. But, jeepers creepers! We can’t let fear stop us. Can’t let fear creep up on us. We must use our peepers. Our soul peepers to see. We should dream while we’re awake. So, we can rest our bodies while we sleep. When we see that our cup runneth over, we’ll thirst for those things. God can take away the dread and the creepiness of fear that comes with the thirst for the wrong things. And, help us get through the nightmares. Even on our worse days. And, nights. Signed, Looking Deeper In The Creeper So I Won’t Thirst For The Worst</span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/ZvtCywoOmoU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687562014-02-12T13:38:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00OUT OF PLACE, IN THE MUSIC!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtDyZX7XeaQ/Uvu_JNBXn2I/AAAAAAAAFDo/CipY9s40p_g/s1600/1601265_10151968707390488_68241434_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtDyZX7XeaQ/Uvu_JNBXn2I/AAAAAAAAFDo/CipY9s40p_g/s1600/1601265_10151968707390488_68241434_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="288" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: cyan;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"OUT OF PLACE, IN THE MUSIC!" After 6 long weeks of sickness and with a smirk on my face, I am trying to get some color back in me, for Shure! I will so be glad when my cord comes for this mic. I miss using it more. BTW? We all, sometimes, feel outta place at some places. That's why I place myself in God's hands. I always feel outta place. PIMP LOL. What better place to be when you feel that than in His Hands. And, in the music. Both safe places. Oh! And, here is our latest song and vid. Story at YouTube. If you just want to break away and find serenity in that winter storm. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGhgo0vs4Sg">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGhgo0vs4Sg</a> </span></b></span><br><br><span style="color: cyan;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Signed, The Face Of Trace Always Feels Outta Place</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/NJhVP7GVvLU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687572014-02-12T13:32:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00BEING REALIGIOUS ABOUT MY TOWELS, BASKETS, HUGS & SHAVING!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNe5quaXHfo/Uvu-EfZzU4I/AAAAAAAAFDc/PzBMzxVzlhs/s1600/1888441_10202336371245150_2072510293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNe5quaXHfo/Uvu-EfZzU4I/AAAAAAAAFDc/PzBMzxVzlhs/s1600/1888441_10202336371245150_2072510293_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“BEING REALIGIOUS ABOUT MY TOWELS, BASKETS, HUGS & SHAVING!” What? Well, today when I was doing the wash, I threw in the towel. I just wanted to see what it felt like! Felt good and gave me a sense of going with the flow, at first. But then, I realized um…I can’t quit! Made me feel all washed up! So, maybe it WAS high time I threw in the towel. If only to surrender to not quitting. Because throwing in the towel for good, just makes us a basket case! And, just in case you’re wondering? I know. Sometimes, I’m a basket case! And, in case you didn’t know? Today's National Shaving Day. Not really! It’s Rational Shaving Day. Where we all try to rationalize shaving on a cold day. Might shave off some time shaving by skipping the back. PIMP LOL. Have a sharp day. Hug your shaver. If it’s a close one. Hug someone close today. Even if they haven’t shaved. If you must shave off some time, don't let it be hug time. Cuz, life gets hairy and we all need hugs. You def don't want to skip that! Don't even try to rationalize it. Razor shaver in celebration! Be real. And, speaking of real? You’ve heard of RE♥LIGIOUS. You know? Realigious. The religion of being real. The only religion God wants us to follow. Wants us to be. Really! So we can have a real relationship with Him. With others. A realationship. The reality is that we all have realty. Just where & how we build matters. Build. Build up others. Be real. Be real kind. Have ! Have a ! Keep the . In RE♥LIGION. Realize! Signed, Braving The Shaving Cuz There’s Flow In The Throw, For A Time, Really!</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/e9DWRfIOHSo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25687582014-02-12T13:20:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00BRINGING HOME THE BACON!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc-lPKA_LY0/UvuzyfyCKeI/AAAAAAAAFDM/7lcFNq_V_L0/s1600/484880_10202335893753213_1245830395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc-lPKA_LY0/UvuzyfyCKeI/AAAAAAAAFDM/7lcFNq_V_L0/s1600/484880_10202335893753213_1245830395_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="248" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“BRINGING HOME THE BACON!” WARNING! I did not wake up to the sound and aroma of bacon cooking this morning. I repeat! I did not wake up to bacon cooking this morn. My day just won't have the same sizzle to it. Guess I'll just have to make the best of it and ham it up. Guess that's the real warning here. PIMP LOL. Ya know, a pout will fizzle out once we realize how much we're loved and can love and serve others. Not just talkin' serving bacon here. BTW? Leave a note on your bacon in the fridge to let them know you are thankful they bring home the bacon. Be thankful. Cuz, I don't know 'bout you? But, I've had my bacon saved a lot! Even after I was saved by Grace! BTW? The best bacon? Wright’s! It is alright! The best! Signed, The Fizzle Out Of The Sizzle Pout</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/TDyNxV1Hv9M" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25678302014-02-12T12:32:00-05:002022-03-16T07:45:36-04:00HARD WORK, HARD HATS & FISHING!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-115Q5gte_bY/UvuvworTPgI/AAAAAAAAFDA/F1PJR6ZZRcY/s1600/1604525_10202331439401857_1215130667_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-115Q5gte_bY/UvuvworTPgI/AAAAAAAAFDA/F1PJR6ZZRcY/s1600/1604525_10202331439401857_1215130667_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="279" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"HARD WORK, HARD HATS & FISHING!" So, I was just thinking about wanting to be better. Not just health-wise. But, wise. A better person, wife, mama, step-mama, daughter, friend, neighbor, singer, servant, you get it. To do that, my think has to link up with my ink. You know... Flight the plight of which I write. Bring it when when I sing it. Play out what I say out. Loud. Be the plea! My think makes me ink. Well, my think makes me wink and blink a lot, too. PIMP LOL. What? It makes you do that, too? DUH LOL. Night, wise-guys! Point is? We all wear many hats of which we would like to wear better. Life is hard. Get your hard hat and your smile and be hard at work. Works for me! Signed, Trying To Be Better To The Letter So I Can Be Living Out The Giving At Any Givin Time<br><br> So, I seem to be on a work theme. Hard work. Profitable to the fisherman AND the fisher of man. Profitable for the gullet and the…um…wait for it! Wallet! I know. You sallet coming and waited with baited breath. Hope your evening is off the hook. Don't be reeled in. Thy rod and Thy being reel will comfort you and the Fisher Of All Men will fish with you. Hook, line and sinker! BTW, this is my Throwback Thursday status. Jus' like some fish? You can throw this back if you don't like it cuz I'm not fishin' for a like. PIMP LOL. Signed, I Cullet Like I See It & Mullet Over</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Qyw4KfXFM3E" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344252014-02-06T10:22:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00The Heart Pines...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFtPp6tamYA/UvOoqjNN9GI/AAAAAAAAFCY/GwFigYKQSws/s1600/heartpines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFtPp6tamYA/UvOoqjNN9GI/AAAAAAAAFCY/GwFigYKQSws/s1600/heartpines.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="283" width="400" /></a></div><br><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/fHumQYXOrMc" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344262014-02-06T10:20:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00MY OK CORRAL!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjzfUQrLcBc/UvOoIsxgRWI/AAAAAAAAFCU/Y7RPbAkU-CI/s1600/1004703_10202310770565149_1648408771_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjzfUQrLcBc/UvOoIsxgRWI/AAAAAAAAFCU/Y7RPbAkU-CI/s1600/1004703_10202310770565149_1648408771_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"MY OK CORRAL!" That place you get where you don't have to run around tidying up the yard, the house or yourself to impress someone that's coming over. Because you're heart is tidy and you are what you are! And, you're OK with that. For now. And, you don't have to fight any gun battles to prove it! Course, I could just be tired! Nah! PIMP LOL. I'm really OK with it. Right at home at my OK Corral. Besides, it's the heart they want to see. And, it's about giving your heart and time for them. God knows our heart. That's the good news, the bad news and the Good News! Have a tidy day! Don't hide-y your tidy! Accept yourself and you'll make exceptions for others. Except, it's easier said than done. Accept that, too. Because life and we people aren't always tidy. OK? Oh! And, the photoart collage? From yesterday seeing a friend from my teens. We were making the teen scene, again! That's where my story idea came from. I've been very ill as most of you know and I did not want to expend 1 ounce of energy on tidying, just on the moment. The moments. Resting today while I do laundry to fight off the rest of this. Because life can sometimes be a fight. Appreciate you guys' prayers. You're OK! This is one of those rare times when I say to have an OK day! PIMP LOL. Signed, Being Me Is All About You</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/D83IcS5-SFY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344272014-02-06T10:17:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00The Things I'm Shown!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf7eiKdRHXY/UvOnRUzZrkI/AAAAAAAAFCM/uyBNSSP5UeE/s1600/1743517_10202319519983879_2082531979_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf7eiKdRHXY/UvOnRUzZrkI/AAAAAAAAFCM/uyBNSSP5UeE/s1600/1743517_10202319519983879_2082531979_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="366" /></a></div><br><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/t4ZG4-9RcqE" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344282014-02-06T10:14:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00The Trazy Lady!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlRlxhpCTuE/UvOlzl8MxuI/AAAAAAAAFB4/uxuIFos8JBc/s1600/1888945_10202321008381088_1874911942_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlRlxhpCTuE/UvOlzl8MxuI/AAAAAAAAFB4/uxuIFos8JBc/s1600/1888945_10202321008381088_1874911942_o.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="297" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>The Trazy Lady. Half crazy. Half Tracy. All lady! No shady! Don't believe all those rumors. Just half! PIMP LOL. Signed, The Humor In The Rumor</span></b></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/88-Ft8iTA10" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344292014-02-06T10:08:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00My eye-deology!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BG245TS-QDo/UvOlBGdiiQI/AAAAAAAAFBw/vtZv3UqYHVw/s1600/1236500_10202321040901901_711109926_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-BG245TS-QDo/UvOlBGdiiQI/AAAAAAAAFBw/vtZv3UqYHVw/s1600/1236500_10202321040901901_711109926_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="368" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I have so many ideas. But, only so many eye-deas. Ideas I can see happening. Sometimes, we wait and trust God and sometimes we make it happen. I know you do, too! Hope your day is eye-deal! Signed, Eye-deas! I hear Ya!</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/-Vj_5IpcNYY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344302014-02-06T10:03:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00ROCKS, PEBBLES & STONES!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJvtMB3Sye0/UvOkDf7NuOI/AAAAAAAAFBo/x2jZpeXMFAU/s1600/1743536_10202321343509466_1244433804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJvtMB3Sye0/UvOkDf7NuOI/AAAAAAAAFBo/x2jZpeXMFAU/s1600/1743536_10202321343509466_1244433804_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="270" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #93c47d;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“ROCKS, PEBBLES & STONES!” If you’re gonna dig a hole and crawl in it? Least cover yourself with a rock. The Rock. So, when folks say what rock did you come crawling out of? You’re covered. Sometimes, we all need to hide out. BTW? I took a walk for the first time in a while and got a pebble in my boot, somehow. The whole way back home, I found myself praying: God, please move this pebble! PIMP LOL. Now, I know most times we ask God to move mountains, but all I wanted was this pebble. It’s the li’l things that move us. Just think of David. He took down a giant with a pebble. A Rock. Take down your giant today with a pebble and the Rock. God can move pebbles and Rocks. Phgotograph? You can see dirty faced me peeking out from under the rock I crawled under. Soon, to be out and completely well. I always say: you gotta get dirty to stay grounded. BTW? There’s a million references to stones and rocks and all that I have running thru my mind. I used to get stoned, now I get rocked. PIMP LOL. I even love a lot of the Stones songs and sing them. Even, my title and signature on this story has to do with the cartoons “The Flintstones”. Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone. That one’s God’s. You get it. Signed, Rocking The Pebble! Bam Bam!</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/KxBsWicuRwI" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25344312014-02-06T10:00:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:50-05:00Jugs & Juggernauts!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsZYTJ7p2A/UvOjPgKYRFI/AAAAAAAAFBg/atDwQClxGhw/s1600/1656080_10202327413421210_1151547121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsZYTJ7p2A/UvOjPgKYRFI/AAAAAAAAFBg/atDwQClxGhw/s1600/1656080_10202327413421210_1151547121_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="301" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"Jugs & Juggernauts!" Well, it’s been said that you ain’t in a band ‘less you play an instrument. Well, I used to play guitar, a li’l bass, a li’l drums, but no more. Just sing! But, as a singer, I say our body and voice is an instrument, but just in case? I’ve taken up the jug! No! I didn’t go off the wagon. I picked up my jug and I'm learning how to use it as an instrument. Have a fun day! In the sun as well as the moon…shine! On! Be an instrument of God! Whatever you do, do with excellence. Will the jug be my juggernaut? Um…jug? Errr… Not! But, you know you are looking for a jug around the house to try blowing into o make some cool sounds. This jug is actually an antique handed down. No moonshine left in it. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes</span></span></b><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/ZHfm5liDjoQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/25198112014-02-04T10:57:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Keeping The Fog At Bay!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXUMmfqo_04/UvENtEMQAkI/AAAAAAAAFBE/m6BKeiZffJM/s1600/fogPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXUMmfqo_04/UvENtEMQAkI/AAAAAAAAFBE/m6BKeiZffJM/s1600/fogPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"KEEPING THE FOG AT BAY!" The sea fog rolled in and out in my li'l town, leaving eerie remnants clouding the ocean of my thoughts, leaving me wandering down Bog Boulevard towards Fog Bay. I shall be resting and sittin' at the dock of the bay. If I can find it. In simple terms? The fog came! Outside and inside. Time to clear it with some work, some play, some music and some prayer! All with flair! Bands for today? Um...Otis Redding and Foghat, of course. And, maybe <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a>? Stop by our place if you need to clear away the fog. Signed, Keeping The Fog At Bay</span></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/TMk-KNP0SHw" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24930472014-01-30T09:43:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00LIFE CAN BE A HOOT IF WE LEARN TO KICK BOOT, eh?!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezplx6k2KIs/UupkmCRjERI/AAAAAAAAFA0/UrB6_BQAw2c/s1600/1619630_10202271959114887_1756088982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezplx6k2KIs/UupkmCRjERI/AAAAAAAAFA0/UrB6_BQAw2c/s1600/1619630_10202271959114887_1756088982_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="305" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"LIFE CAN BE A HOOT IF WE LEARN TO KICK BOOT, eh?!" So, I'm cleaning and polishing my Roper boots of 20 years with some saddle soap. So’s I can get back in the saddle again and kick some boot. ‘tis good for the sole. And, soul. We all need some cleaning up and polishing of our boot, eh? PIMP LOL. So, have a fun day. Show your soul, not your boot, eh? We all get beat up and worn out. And, sometimes it shows. That’s when we need to look inside and find our polished! The Great Soul Repairer will polish. No strings attached and He won’t rub us the wrong way, although it may feel like it at the time. My dear Uncle Pete bought me these from his Western store up in Amish farm country in Pennsylvania. He is so special to me. He went to be with Jesus this past year and I miss him. Shall see him again, one day. Thank you for these boots and mems Uncle Pete. Oh! And, BTW? Got a new vid up, so get your boots on and come on over to this link: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGhgo0vs4Sg">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGhgo0vs4Sg</a>. Read the show more section all about the song. That would be soul nice. BTW? These boots have been on the Gettysburg Battlefields. Course after that war. Ha ha. Just a bit. And, on the battlefields of my life. Many stories, but that's another um...story. These boots were made for walkin' and have walked all over, but as my friend, Dyann, just reminded me, never all over anyone. Signed, The Hoot Snicker In The Boot Kicker</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/eTpHGktT6T4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24796572014-01-28T10:40:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00SINical!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IO5MKOgfJn4/UufPScNtVaI/AAAAAAAAFAk/R8TW6-Vy8WM/s1600/BeFunky_sinical.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-IO5MKOgfJn4/UufPScNtVaI/AAAAAAAAFAk/R8TW6-Vy8WM/s1600/BeFunky_sinical.jpg.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>SINICAL!" So, I was thinking about the other day. Thinking that I was getting a bit cynical. My cynical had reached a pinnacle. I was at church, so maybe I should spell it sinical. PIMP LOL. Just means the preachin’ and praisin’ was good. Just ask Vince and Vic. The 2 cons that came. ConVinceing and conVicting! See, everyone’s welcome at God’s church! They sure did convict and convince me of my sinical. Speaking of cons? Have I ever been in jail? That's anotha story. BTW? I had missed 3 weeks of church very ill, still fighting, but back singing and I got a Christmas gift from Haydee and Ray. Delish bread and a card from 2 sweet friends. Plus lotsa hugs from lotsa dearhearts! Seems I got both kinds of bread there, realizing, once again, that God is my Pinnacle. Signed, Akin To The Sinical & Relative To The Pinnacle</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/E7O6rxCzEME" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24741262014-01-27T12:24:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00DENTS FROM THE BENCH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HnaH4uBbYf0/UuaV9L7CXOI/AAAAAAAAFAU/olqp2CDbjEE/s1600/1546341_10202248355524812_1696066450_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-HnaH4uBbYf0/UuaV9L7CXOI/AAAAAAAAFAU/olqp2CDbjEE/s1600/1546341_10202248355524812_1696066450_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="338" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"DENTS FROM THE BENCH: My dense thoughts (PIMP LOL) from the front porch bench!" So, yep! I admit. Sometimes, I'm competent by accident. And, just smile. PIMP LOL. It's those dents in my brain. They act up sometimes and actually work proper. I call it "acts-of-the-dents". The other time? I'm competent by acts-i-learn-dent. You know? Putting a dent in the book or life knowledge pile. On purpose. Put a dent in that heap of knowledge God put out there for us. Keeps the brain dents snapping. Learn something cool every day. On purpose. Remember, wisdom is smiling. When you're competent by accident or on purpose. Fulfill your purpose today! It may be to warm the couch or to warm someone's heart. Me? Gonna try to do both. Cuz, I need both! And, yes, we have a song by that name. There is no reason to be dense with our dents!!! Makes sense? Signed, Fulfilling My Acts-of-the-dents On Purpose So My Dents Aren't Dense</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/hu_L6ZIkWGY" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24741272014-01-27T12:18:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00We"re Only Hueman!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXEBjnNg8qA/UuaUuC61PXI/AAAAAAAAFAM/XyqitSd0QXs/s1600/1016203_10202248103158503_510457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXEBjnNg8qA/UuaUuC61PXI/AAAAAAAAFAM/XyqitSd0QXs/s1600/1016203_10202248103158503_510457_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="346" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Yep! We are only hueman, but let's not let that stop us from soaring like a bird after it hits the bird bath! PIMP LOL. Though, I admit, sometimes I appear alien! Trace</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/HZs2_Hz8yXQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24741282014-01-27T12:15:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00GLORIOUS GLACIER GARB!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD9g0Wbuc-A/UuaUE-1oB7I/AAAAAAAAFAA/Sg2lOFPYtwI/s1600/1531754_10202242411336211_1046502583_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD9g0Wbuc-A/UuaUE-1oB7I/AAAAAAAAFAA/Sg2lOFPYtwI/s1600/1531754_10202242411336211_1046502583_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“GLORIOUS GLACIER GARB!” In Florida, we have roller coaster winters of highs and lows. We only have a few choice days to wear our glorious glacier garb. Like Handerpants, scarfs, wool gloves, cool socks, tights, coats and Long Johns. So, I grab all the glorious goodies I got. Course, I’m freezing all year long with my unique condition, so I "get" to wear glacier garb all year long. That’s looking on the glorious side of things, cuz I don't like being cold all the time. But, no complaints. As you get dressed this time of year to keep warm, look on the glorious side of things. I know, it’s easier to see the bleak, stead of the glorious side. But, at least at this time of year, we all get to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes! Well, at least noses! PIMP LOL. The one time of year when it’s not just our new computers that come bundled with softwear! And, with everyone bundled up, we all look the same. Freaky, shivering, rednosed humans. So, winter, to some… The Great Freakqualizer! To others… The Great Bleakqualizer. But, to me? The Great Equalizer. Have a fun weekend. Be lookin’ cool in your wool. We should all have the glorious roar in us! Instead of just the roar! Photograph? Resting with my comfort quilt and my fave glorious glacier garb wool gloves. Oh! And, before you think it? I realize it’s easier to talk about being glorious in Florida than it is in most other states, but I speak from Pennsylvania mountain experience state of mind, too. It's state of mind, I don't mind stating. Signed, Always Cold, Always On Fire</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/uhrDIJSy5Nk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24741292014-01-27T11:52:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Dabbling In Babbling!<span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span><div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbN4hJVJtfo/UuaNeD8A3OI/AAAAAAAAE_w/TXhN1Runx68/s1600/dejavuPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbN4hJVJtfo/UuaNeD8A3OI/AAAAAAAAE_w/TXhN1Runx68/s1600/dejavuPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #76a5af;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“I BABBLED: NOT THERE YET!” What? So, ever been to that exotic place called There? That comfortable place where you feel right at home with the way you just handled something you thought couldn't move you! Even to tears. Well, I've been There, but not today! Where'd I go? Well, the sign said: You are Here. Guess I took a detour through the Heartland and forgot to pack lightly and ended up back Here. 'stead of There. No worries. It's neither Here nor There. It's recognizing Where you're at and being able to move on. Where am I now? Right Here: I’m at Sensitive City near Transparent Seas and OpenBook Brook, where the babbling feel right at home. And, that is right next to Dejavu Zoo. And, I ain't lion! Lots of bridges to cross there. Don't burn them. Anyways, good thing He's Here and There. And, EveryWhere. Because my detours quite often cut right through the Heartland. No. I'm NOT There, yet! And, when I do get There, it'll most likely have been moved. PIMP LOL. Sometimes, you have to come in to something from a new direction. A new approach. To see a way through to live. To forgive when not asked, to love, to grow, to move... To be moved. To move others. You can see what kind of person I am by my illustrations. Sensitive, which is a good thing, but can spiral downward if you let your emotions lead instead of your spirit. I'm an open book, sometimes hardcover, sometimes softcover. I babble when sometimes I want to be closed so know one can see the feelings on the pages. The up side of feelings? They come in handy when I cover music. And, I'm transparent. That's apparent. This artwork was fun and spoke to me. What did it say? You're not There, but you're not alone. And, after some more thought, I added some more um...thoughts today. Being kind to all kinds? Not easy, but I mean to try! PIMP LOL. It is so easy to be kind to the kind, but kind to the mean? Wow. That doesn’t mean we have to hang out with all kinds. Just don’t suppose your kind is any better. Know what I mean? There are some that are kind and smile on the outside but you’ve seen the mean, inside. You can be kind, but you don't have to trust them with your heart and be an open book to them. Some of us are transparent. An open book that shows. Our inside wants to be kind but our outside emotions show the blood rush. That doesn’t mean we can’t be kind. Letting go of the hurt, anger, shock, hate, payback, etc., is being kind to yourself. All that junk shoots holes in us. And it steals from us. It occupies too much space in our thoughts and seeps into our body and makes us sick and then into our spirit and does the same. How can we love the Lord God with all our (heart) emotions, all our strength (body), all our soul (spirit) and all our mind (intellect) if they're being occupied by someone else’s mean-ness. We allow ourselves to be used for target practice over and over again, when the shot was taken a long time ago. We let our minds be shot at over and over again. Don't think they are giving it another thought. We'd be surprised if we knew how little time others have time to think of others. Boy! That was a little mouthful. Letting go of it can mean freedom! Being mean? I will have none of the kind. But to be kind! You may be able to shoot holes in my theory, but it's not really mine at all. God calls us to do these things because He knows what's good for us. He knows our kind. He knows our mean. And, He tried any means to reach us. Anyways, I’m not There yet, like my story says, but I mean to work on it with all my heart, all my mind, all my soul and all my strength. Sorry for going on so long and babbling! Told you I go to Open Book Babbling Brooks. Click on the photoart to get the um…bigger picture! Have a meaningful day. Not full of mean, but full of the kind that means something. Thanks for being kind. Signed, I Dabble In Babble While Life Is Moving</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/xcY2BDqsKbs" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24625182014-01-24T13:50:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00ROCKIN' THE PORTA-POTTY AT THE JAZZ FEST WITHOUT GRUMBLING LIKE A BEAR! <div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H34Zs9zYdo4/UuK12YrWGqI/AAAAAAAAE_g/5m3lL6ucYp0/s1600/outhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-H34Zs9zYdo4/UuK12YrWGqI/AAAAAAAAE_g/5m3lL6ucYp0/s1600/outhouse.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="290" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>ROCKIN' THE PORTA-POTTY AT THE JAZZ FEST WITHOUT GRUMBLING LIKE A BEAR! What? So, here's my true story 'bout grumbling. I once got stuck in a port-a-potty in 104 degree temps at a Jazz Fest. How'd I get out? Um...they "rocked" me out! DUH LOL PIMP LOL. They rocked it back and forth until the lock came open. No, they weren't grumbly and bears about it. Just laughing like crazy! And, I didn't even have to use potty mouth to get their attention. Not much, anyways. Cuz, I'm classy-ically trained! I know there's a blues song here somewhere. Maybe a blazzy song? 2 of the artists? BB and Muddy Waters. Ha ha. How ironic. No. I didn't get muddy water on me. Anyways, when you're stuck in the muck, rock the lock. It'll set you free. Truth. God's my Rock. And, all that jazz. Have a fun day. Rock it! Help get someone unstuck. And, don't be a a bear and grumble about it. Like Paul said to the Philippians for all of us to read: do all things without grumbling. BTW? I usually do my own illustrations, but this time this one I came across accidentally on purpose was so perfect for this. And, though I never like anyone to follow me to the "outhouse", I will keep someone close if ever I am forced to use a porta-outhouse. I don't think my heart or me could take it. PIMP LOL. Signed, Never Again Can She & Her Aorta Enter That Sorta Porta</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/7K5FWhqLFsE" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24558012014-01-23T14:20:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00For The Record!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="font-size: small;">For the record, we have 2 albums up at our website at <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> and working on a third, but had to take a break. Most of you know I’ve been fighting a terrible pneumonia most of 2013 and a bad bug this year, but this time resting totally until well. For the record? Worse bug ever! For the record? Trusting God and getting better. Stop by the website and check out our basic technique on our music. The photograph? Just a li’l corner of our music room: The Vinyl Frontier. You can see a few of our fave vinyl up above me. My shirt? The death of the Technics Record Player. PIMP LOL. For the record? I love records and record players, naturally. I’m an analog girl in a digital world. Sounds like a new song to me. I like the basic ways. Anyways, I won’t be cookin’ in this room today, but I will be in the kitchen! Have a fun day. Cook somewhere! Use your technique! Signed, the b.a.s.i.c. technique freak</span></span></b>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/3p4ChakJ52s" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24558022014-01-23T14:17:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Cookin'! In Every Room Of The House!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu0Rvtb6kcU/UuFqpwgbpkI/AAAAAAAAE_I/Pfc5d2SFyOY/s1600/farm+woemnPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu0Rvtb6kcU/UuFqpwgbpkI/AAAAAAAAE_I/Pfc5d2SFyOY/s1600/farm+woemnPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="306" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #93c47d;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“COOKING IN EVERY ROOM OF THE HOUSE! Brrr… It’s cold in our house. Can’t turn on the heat because it makes me wheeze worse, so I’m gonna cook up some heat! Nah! Not in the music room, this time. Still fighting my ear and head and lungs, but way better. This time, cooking in the kitchen! Making some Pennsylvania Dutch Pot Pie. I don’t really know why they call it pie because it’s a big pot of square noodles, chicken, onions and potatoes, etc. Mmm… I learned how to cook most stuff from my Mom and the rest I make up as I go. I love to cook even though I can’t eat much anymore. I make award winning cookies, chili and 666 lasagna, that are all made up recipes. I love winging it in the kitchen even when it ‘s not chicken. DUH LOL. I still love to cook for others. Whether it’s food or music!! PIMP LOL. When I do need a recipe book, I use my "York County Farm Women Go To The Kitchen”. It’s rather worn from many decades of use. Have a day that cooks. Heat things up! Get groovin’ and movin’ to get warm. And, speaking of groovin’ and movin’? If things ain't movin', I ain't groovin'. And, if things ain't groovin', I ain't movin'. In EVERY room of the house! Not just the music room, if you know what I mean! I've danced in the kitchen and in the bathroom to get things movin'! Which brings me to the all important question: Which came 1st? The movin' or the groovin'? PIMP LOL. Have a moving day, guys. If we remember to put God and others first, and actually give them a second, we'll be moved. Which gives us our groove! Whether it's in our hearts, in lines or anywhere in life. It will def improve your groove. And, theirs. Oh! And, thanks for the continued prayers. Still need them. I will def be resting for a few more... Gonna get completely well so I can cook on all burners! Well, I gotta go get things moving. I approve this groove. Signed, Enhancing The Dancing Of The Cook With A Book Who Is In THE Book</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/AQPuG_5yuG4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24487842014-01-22T15:13:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00The Dirt On Getting Clean!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqqSojKAPUQ/UuAlzIurPbI/AAAAAAAAE-4/0mg7IkcCeQs/s1600/dirtPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqqSojKAPUQ/UuAlzIurPbI/AAAAAAAAE-4/0mg7IkcCeQs/s1600/dirtPicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="397" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“THE DIRT ON CLEAN HEARTS! Yes, I do know my jeans, boots, shirts and fingerless gloves look worn and raggedy and, maybe even torn. My shirt cuffs and sleeves get dirty because I use a lot of elbow grease and I write off the cuff. Sometimes, I wear my feelings on my sleeves, right above the fingerless gloves. I get on my knees. And, I walk the distance. When I sing, I try to tear it up! PIMP LOL. Yes, I gotta get dirty to stay grounded! Yes, my life and I may appear torn and worn, but that's how I clean it up! A fave verse? "Create in me a clean heart, O God." And, a fave song for this story? “Give Us Clean Hands!” So, yes, I get down and dirty to clean it up. And, to stay grounded. I may get torn, worn, and, even forlorn. But, not for long. Dirt is more lovely on the knees than on the lips. Dirty knees, clean heart! Have a fun day. Get down! And, get dirty! And, one more thing. I speak from experience when I say that the first step to getting clean when it comes to addictions or anything? Is getting your knees dirty!! Signed, Forlorn For Long? Not!</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/y6IYZW1Un9g" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24463552014-01-22T09:32:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Cereal Killer!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YQcz4I13yY/Ut_WPaZzWVI/AAAAAAAAE-o/LnmZb1omn1w/s1600/flsun2100_8107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YQcz4I13yY/Ut_WPaZzWVI/AAAAAAAAE-o/LnmZb1omn1w/s1600/flsun2100_8107.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="280" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"Cereal Killer!" So, I'm up with Dawn and Mr. Frost this morning. I saw Dawn peeking through my window and I felt my mouth cracking a smile. All she has to do is show her true colors and I’m cracking up! So, I walked outside to snap a shot and Mr. Frost popped his head through the grass and crunched between my toes. Oh snap! I could see my breath! Thank God! PIMP LOL. Between Dawn’s cracks and Mr. Frost’s crunches, I’m awake and thankful for the very breath God put in me. And, really glad to see it after these past 3 weeks of horrible sickness. Still coughing and wheezing and stuffy, but I am a bit snappier and my eyes aren't popping outta my head. Now, for some reason, I’m thinking about cereal. DUH LOL. Can’t have it, but I will eat a bite of something. Gonna have to kill that thought. Guess I'm a cereal killer! Anyways, have a snap crack and popping kind of day. See your breath. Know you’re alive! Make someone crack a smile so their day doesn’t bite! You never know what someone is going through. Could be in a crunch! Hope it dawns on you that God is seen in every scene of our day. Take the scenic route and see Him. Oh! And, if this frost was snow? I would so be playing in it like a kid!! That would be killer! Jus' sayin'! Signed, The Corn In The Morn</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/g9L9p8pVA8w" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24463562014-01-22T09:26:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Double Promise!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRyQVd3h9hI/Ut_UnwOu5NI/AAAAAAAAE-g/QkhqZXvOJVk/s1600/1601074_10202222576880362_1583627713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRyQVd3h9hI/Ut_UnwOu5NI/AAAAAAAAE-g/QkhqZXvOJVk/s1600/1601074_10202222576880362_1583627713_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT01xbvPdDA/Ut_UnlMAnaI/AAAAAAAAE-c/IXw5TTcQKrU/s1600/1512476_10202222576120343_391966471_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT01xbvPdDA/Ut_UnlMAnaI/AAAAAAAAE-c/IXw5TTcQKrU/s1600/1512476_10202222576120343_391966471_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Wow! Double rainbows taken from our rainy car windows with my cell phone on the way to my first store trip since all this crud! No editing required! I contemplated editing out the backdrop of wires and our community life but decided that the rainbow was an even better reminder with the backdrop of a not so perfect life! God's painting! God's promise! God's hope. I so needed this reminder. After the flood of sickness I've had! Thankful... Trace</span></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/sfIKR5EQkWo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24463572014-01-22T09:21:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Long John, Handerpants, Shorty and Tank!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yh-3jUAlqs/Ut_TphyHhmI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/esd_96_DQz4/s1600/1451358_10202221934904313_1079986372_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yh-3jUAlqs/Ut_TphyHhmI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/esd_96_DQz4/s1600/1451358_10202221934904313_1079986372_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="350" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Taking in all the plants because the storm is here and whipping it up! And, the freeze will be here later. That, after 75 degrees today and a freeze 2 days earlier. Long John & Handerpants tell me they've never been so confused & jealous! They don't like the on-again off-again relationship with me. They don't like sharing "their" time with Tank & Shorty! I told 'em to loosen up, tho not too much cuz they already fit loose on me. DUH LOL. That Tank & Shorty are tight if you get to know them! There's room for everybody in the winter of my life. Even, if it is a crazy Florida winter! Have fun today, my Florida & otherwise, guys! PIMP LOL! Make room for those that don't seem to fit & all the other guys will loosen up! Being jealous doesn't gel us. Friends are there for all kinds of weather! Just like the Weathermaker! Oh! And, the song for today? Whip It, of course! You know you just sang that! Signed, The Tight Friends Tie Up The Loose Ends</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/PNuZZ95eovs" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24393262014-01-21T10:15:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Turn The Page!<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_dLDMfwrEU/Ut6PCp2AdYI/AAAAAAAAE90/8eDvFwghBaw/s1600/994113_10202216678972918_700578660_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_dLDMfwrEU/Ut6PCp2AdYI/AAAAAAAAE90/8eDvFwghBaw/s1600/994113_10202216678972918_700578660_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="350" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #ffd966;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“TAKES SPINE TO TURN THE PAGE…” Seems like that’s all I do in the book of my life is turn the page. Well, duh! We all do that. Oh, sometimes, we get stuck on a chapter or try to cheat and look at the ending, but pretty much, we turn the page. We have to if we want to finish. I’m an open book most times, sometimes, hardback, sometimes soft, but always got life covered. My author and publisher? The Maker of Heaven and earth. He gives my book spine! And, you gotta have spine when you’re an open book! PIMP LOL DUH LOL. I figure He did alright with heaven and earth, so he can publish my book, alright. And, speaking of publishing? I am hoping this is the year I stay well and get my book published and. Much more music, too. Song for today? “Turn The Page” of course, by Bob Seger. My fave song. I can hear it now. Seen him in concert several times. Know the song by heart. Even did a paper on it in college. Anyways, as the bible says, He really is the author and perfector of our faith. Might as well do the same with the book of our life. He’s got it covered! Well, I gotta book it, now. No, I mean really book it! Do some resting and get outta here. Then, later I’ll book it. And, do some reading. You guys keep turning the page. Just like me. We may not always be on the same page, but we're in the same! And, thanks so kindly for all the prayers. Still need them, but better. Oh! And, if you've never heard this song, I posted a "live" version in my first comment. Worth the time. Signed, The Plight In The Write Writes The Book With A Hook</span></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/UHgz6aON3cU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24393272014-01-21T10:09:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00Handerpants, Long John, Shorty and Tank!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKfNALDS_DE/Ut6NKwcIpaI/AAAAAAAAE9U/UD-D9XBZVas/s1600/1560478_10202209465312581_864697841_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKfNALDS_DE/Ut6NKwcIpaI/AAAAAAAAE9U/UD-D9XBZVas/s1600/1560478_10202209465312581_864697841_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="345" /></a><span style="color: white;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b></span><span style="color: white;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>HANDERPANTS. All you gotta do is wear them or pull them out and you get instant warm hands, instant warm smile. What are they? Underpants for the hands. Smiles? Handerpants for the soul. It was so cold this morn I actually wore them underneath my fingerless gloves. But, thy really need to be seen. Really! They come in handy. PIMP LOL. For breaking the ice with anyone anywhere and keeping the ice off your hands. And, speaking of breaking and keeping? We should always do 2 things that ensure warm hearts and hands. #1 Wear our Handerpants. #2 Don’t break, always keep our promises. Get ya sum! Handerpants and turned up corners of mouths! Cuz everyone should have a pair of both. You know you're smiling just thinking about it. Long John and Handerpants tell me they've never been so confused and jealous! They don't like the on-again off-again relationship with me. They don't like sharing "their" time with Tank and Shorty! I told them to loosen up, though not too much cuz they already fit loose on me. And, that Tank and Shorty are tight if you get to know them! There's room for everybody in the winter of my life. Even, if it is a crazy Florida winter! PIMP LOL. Have fun today, guys! Make room for those that don't seem to fit and all the other guys will loosen up! Being jealous does not gel us. And, friends are there for all kinds of weather! Signed, The Tight Friends Tie Up The Loose Ends & My Pander & Rants About Handerpants</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/AiP3pgS3dc0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24353932014-01-20T16:49:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:49-05:00What The Soul Lungs For!<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khaVIyTB4Cc/Ut2Zqrkm65I/AAAAAAAAE9A/JuES3ODi_Bk/s1600/freshair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-khaVIyTB4Cc/Ut2Zqrkm65I/AAAAAAAAE9A/JuES3ODi_Bk/s1600/freshair.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="288" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Ahhh… A breath of fresh air and a breath of fresh prayer. Good for the lungs and good for what the soul lungs for. PIMP LOL</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/5JD81Pl9Fx0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24345552014-01-20T15:56:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Geez! Some living daylights. pleaze!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYmwvSZR4tY/Ut2NOcwdScI/AAAAAAAAE8w/KzZ4o-L0H7E/s1600/thelivingdaylights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYmwvSZR4tY/Ut2NOcwdScI/AAAAAAAAE8w/KzZ4o-L0H7E/s1600/thelivingdaylights.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="361" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b></span><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“GEEZ! COULD I HAVE SOME DAYLIGHT PLEAZE!” So, the past 3 weeks, I've been doing a lot of wheezing, sneezing, queazing, Zzzzz-ing and kneezing (gettin' on my knees prayin')! Which is when I noticed how I need to get well and be doin' a lot of uh, Appeazing myself by house cleaning! Wow! Vacuuming, dusting, etc. No worries. I will be eazing into it so I won’t be “oh geez!-ing” it afterwards and feeling worse. Have a fun day guys. Laugh, smile, sing. You’d be amazed how it changes you inside. It’s the beez kneez. PIMP LOL. What does that really mean? Umm…well, when bees flit from flower to flower the nectar sticks to their legs. The phrase "bee's knees" means sweet and good, because the knees of the bee are where all the sweet, good stuff is collected. Hope you be breezing your way through your day and collecting the good sweet stuff. Oh! And, I just had something scare the living daylights outta me! Glad I’m still living afterwards to go outside and put some daylights back in me! For real! PIMP LOL. Prayed the scare outta me! So glad we can call on God anytime, anywhere, anyscare! What was the scare? A horrorible food reaction scare! And, boy, you guys know how much I have needed the daylight with all the darkness I’ve had recently. Very thankful. Very pleazed. It doesn’t take much for me. Have a fun day. Shatter the darkness with some daylight! Wander outside in the wonder of the outside. Signed, The Might In The Light & The Pleazing In The Cheezing</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/UA6-18wkny0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24334452014-01-20T12:59:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Baby Bling!<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJm_gpxGW6U/Ut1jGyjs5-I/AAAAAAAAE8U/r3Z7rFnrHQo/s1600/576616_10200211580966721_388243834_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJm_gpxGW6U/Ut1jGyjs5-I/AAAAAAAAE8U/r3Z7rFnrHQo/s1600/576616_10200211580966721_388243834_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="207" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"SINK YOUR TEETH INTO THIS, BABY!" So, I heard this morning that baby teeth necklaces are the new bronzed bling? Not for me, baby! Sounds like a rottin' way to cash in on our baby memory heartstrings. Well, bling my baby's booties bronze!! PIMP LOL. But, the tooth fairy gets baby teeth in my world. For keeps. I'd rather see my baby's teeth in her smiling mouth at any age than 'round my neck lookin' rather rotten. I like keepsakes, but for Pete's sake, love the baby. We get so busy making mems, we don't make time for them. Remember... Minutes become hours, but moments become ours. I think this new trend will disappear like teeth under the pillow for the tooth fairy. They're just rootin' around for a way to make $. The real bling is in the time spent. That's the gem. Thank you Lord God for our babies! No matter what age, always our babies!! Often, we miss the smile for the teeth. Oh! And, thanks for the all the prayers for this baby. Working her way back to health, slowly, with as few cries as possible. Oh! And, photograph? Me kissing my Garnet Rosey's head. What peace this memory brings. Signed, The Gem In The Mem</span></b></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/KH5x_yqIM0o" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/24124692014-01-16T13:47:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00YET<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"YET". There are 2 sides to everything. Even us. This photo poem is about being thankful in both sides. If we cannot understand someone's silence, how can we understand their words? Same with our God. 2 sides. Silence and words. Hope you enjoy my photodramapoem. It's both my words and my silence... Trace</span></span></b></span><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gi3qA5w9BQ/UtgohmvPKkI/AAAAAAAAE8A/4Xe1gnpcINI/s1600/1507172_10202184921579003_237412788_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gi3qA5w9BQ/UtgohmvPKkI/AAAAAAAAE8A/4Xe1gnpcINI/s1600/1507172_10202184921579003_237412788_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="357" /></a></div>
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/1_agNkCFeGg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/23968982014-01-14T10:26:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00“Rockin’ The Milestones With Tears & The Movies With Close-Captioning!”<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fj5V7OHKFQ/UtVXGBdpvII/AAAAAAAAE7k/-oVVVZZxFaU/s1600/tears,jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fj5V7OHKFQ/UtVXGBdpvII/AAAAAAAAE7k/-oVVVZZxFaU/s400/tears,jpg.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="377" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Rockin The Milestones With Tears & The Movies With Close Captioning! Well, attempting my first sit at my desktop to do a blog in almost a month. Cant sit up too long, but here goes. So, I got leftover frozen ham bone with plenty of meat on it, drippings and beans simmering on the stove whilst I simmer on the couch. Id like to be cooking like the ham. What? Im a ham, too! Oh well! I cant get into any trouble on my couch. Darn it! If my life was a close-captioned movie, the words on the screen would right now read: Illegible mumblings in the distance. PIMP LOL. No worries. Im hoping to hear see these words on the screen of my life close captioned movie: Mighty Melodious Milestone Music & Light Teardrops Sounds" as I might go out the door for my 1st trip to store in 17 days later tonight with fam. If Im able. I've heard that caption many wondrous times. After coming home from months of hospital, life saving surgeries, seizures, blood transfusions too many to count and waking up alive!!! Upon finalizing song recordings, graduation for our girl, college and so many more milestones. I have The Rock I set my feet upon to thank for those stones. Thanks, guys, for sticking close during these times and reading the captions. Im going to try to catch up a few of my blogs today since Im a month behind at all my sites. Just a little. Sit up a bit and then lie down a lot. Have a fun day. Oh! And, I used a new free effect to get the tears on my photo. I promise I'm not crying. Not too much. PIMP LOL. Signed, Mild Groans In Milestones</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/jyVLTSUa-vE" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/22486992013-12-17T18:50:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Bags & Handfuls!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThfSSe-PUNw/UrDiPl2WizI/AAAAAAAAE7I/_zHPp1g_aN4/s1600/1499681_10201990015746479_1596504088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThfSSe-PUNw/UrDiPl2WizI/AAAAAAAAE7I/_zHPp1g_aN4/s400/1499681_10201990015746479_1596504088_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="357" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span id="goog_946648675"></span><span id="goog_946648676"></span>"BAGS & HANDFULS!" Got out a bit today and enjoyed it with Donna. Wiped out now. So thankful for bright sun to hide the tiredness and the bags. PIMP LOL. And, add some brightness. Def sure I will sleep tonight. It was a small joy to just do a few hours of getting out without my body freaking out too badly. Not a big day for most, but for me? Huge! Not gonna be a big Christmas by the world's standards, but stable standards for me! Heart standards. That's huge! Anyways, enough mush and now for the humor. At Target, I accidentally threw an item at the cashier! It flew outta my hand. You just can't take me out. Unless you're willing to laugh. He laughed and said, "Okay! Okay! I'll go faster!" We had a great time laughing. I told him when I left that I only throw stuff at people I like. God bless him because I am a handful. Then, had to go back out to the grocery store just now because our daughter's plane flight got delayed from Texas, so we had to fit in the store before the airport. 1 car. And, I had my bags at the grocery store with me for a change. Course, next time, I should so bring the ones for the food. PIMP LOL. BTW? God gives us handfuls of blessings that we see if we look beyond the bags. Signed, The Gag's In The Bags</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/J1jPkBc8vF4" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/22487002013-12-17T18:43:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00"iTINerary!" <div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeMulTbcBu8/UrDhm27aWGI/AAAAAAAAE68/1DziF5v9vOU/s1600/559878_10201987186715755_1298371240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeMulTbcBu8/UrDhm27aWGI/AAAAAAAAE68/1DziF5v9vOU/s400/559878_10201987186715755_1298371240_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="246" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"I'tin'ERARY! A WORD FROM TRAY & TIN! So, what did the antique Tin say to the antique Tray? Let's hang out today! That's what I got on my itin"erary. YOU! Im gonna call it my utinerary. See, Tray, our itinerary should always include others. And, include giving. And, forgiving. A giving person is such because they forgive even more and even before being able to give. It frees them to give with a pure heart. Forgiving someone is meant to be shared with the other person. But, sometimes you must do it alone, never being asked. You must muster up mercy and forgive. Now, forgetting? Thats the 1 thing no one can share with you. Only you can forget whats in your forgiving memories. But, you must. You must muster up mercy for yourself and forget. tis a merciful thing to muster up forgiveness whether for 1 or for 2. tis a merciful, but harder thing to muster up forgetting, always for 1. Forgiving involves. Forgetting resolves, each and every time we remember. Resolution takes time. And, Gods mercies are new everyday, thankfully. They never get old. He never gets old. And, He never remembers. And, its not from old age. Ha ha, Tray. Its from mercy. Yes, a giving person has one thing they do more. FORgive. So, Tray, thats my itinerary! Hang with you, to give, to forgive, to show mercy as mercy is shown to me. Well, guys, that was a lesson today from Tray and Tin. Yes, in my world, my decorations talk to each other! And, to me. Ha ha. So, hang out with someone. Make them part of your itinerary. Forgive to make room for give-ing. Forgiveness always come a fore giving. I am hoping that 2014 allows me to be able to give more than this past year. In every way. It's hard to be on the other end. I love being a giver. And, a forgiver. And, don't forget. A forgetter, too. Okay, I shall be merciful and can it for now. Love you guys. SIGNED, A Trace Of Life</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/jAMJzZ6VCdQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/22270702013-12-13T10:14:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Yo ho ho or Ho ho ho?<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7hW8vPfyUk/UqskMEfVq9I/AAAAAAAAE6s/KRIcLBStwbI/s1600/yoho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7hW8vPfyUk/UqskMEfVq9I/AAAAAAAAE6s/KRIcLBStwbI/s400/yoho.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="233" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"YO!" During the Christmas season, my friend holds 2 jobs at Disney. 1 as a Pirate & 1 as Santa. Seemed perfect with the similar costumes, boots, beards & lines. Yo ho ho & Ho ho ho? DUH LOL PIMP LOL. Until, this year. He started taking shortcuts & wearing 1 costume under the other. Showed up to see what the kiddies wanted for Christmas with a patch on 1 eye, red hat & red bandana, puffy sleeved shirt, red pants, vest, scrawny beard & a sword & a jug of rum in a red bag shouting Yo ho Yo ho! The moral? Yo! If you wear several hats in life, they're bound to overlap. & if you"re gonna take short cuts, yo better be prepared to be jolly in the folly. Short cuts are always a drag in the long run. Have a fun day. Ho Ho Ho. Signed, The Folly In The Jolly</span></b></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/a-ViGaNMgQM" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21748762013-12-05T19:07:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00"Decking The Halls? The Neighborhood Carolers?"<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXUSncuNZak/UqEUHEJjpaI/AAAAAAAAE6U/KvXG-APkMoA/s1600/1463306_10201903959355123_1486904195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXUSncuNZak/UqEUHEJjpaI/AAAAAAAAE6U/KvXG-APkMoA/s400/1463306_10201903959355123_1486904195_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="385" width="400" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"FLAKING OUT ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK OF YOU?" So, you wouldnt worry so much about what people think of you if you only knew how little people think of you. Yes, this is so true. We all get busy, 'specially this time of year. We all start getting a lil flaky and have meltdowns. And, the time in a day spent in thinking on each person we know is very little, indeed. Still, all of us want to be thought a lot of in that little slot of time. We may not be thought about a lot, but we wanna be thought a lot of. When we think of ourselves less, we find more room to think of others. To be mindful of others. Thats a mindful. Its not how much others think of you, its HOW they think of you when they do. Mind your kindness towards others. Theyll know you by your kind. And, remember? We are each unique like a snowflake. So, lets not be just another cold, holiday flake and flake out over how little others think of us when we should be thinking about others in the first place. Signed, The Kind In The Mind</span></b></span><br><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"></span>
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</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/_IhRsQx1Upo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21748782013-12-05T19:00:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00ACTING UP! APPAULING or APPEALING!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK8Z96l1ATw/UqETT92H4eI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/zpo7DhN0ieU/s1600/62339_10201898005206273_20572677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK8Z96l1ATw/UqETT92H4eI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/zpo7DhN0ieU/s400/62339_10201898005206273_20572677_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="291" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"ACTING UP! APPAULING or APPEALING!" I was looking something up in Acts, once again realizing anew how many lives were changed in these chapters of time thru many brave and faithful like Peter, Stephen and Saul big time. A magic man named Simon who wanted to buy the power of God changed his life. So many acts before Saul became Paul on the road to Damascus and on to Straight Street were um appauling. PIMP LOL. Point is? We all do appauling things before and after our faith is placed in God. I have traces of those. DUH LOL. Anyways, $ cant buy that faith or love. We get our acts togetha by acting on and sharing our faith by acts of love. His power in us will straighten us out, get us on the right road and on to our own Straight Street. On the way, we can make a difference. Have a fun day. Act up a li'l. I do! While, I'm getting my acts togetha. BTW, I always thought Straight Street would be a great name for a band, but I wrote a song called Straight Street instead because we have a name. Just thought Id straighten that out. 2nd BTW, this time of year seems to bring out the appauling. So, act appropriately appealing. Being able to give our ap"paul"ing to God is appealing to me. Signed, Traces Of Appauling Being Replaced By His Calling</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Ey_ffJM7BTU" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21748792013-12-05T18:48:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Scheming & Dreaming In A Florida Winter Wonderland!<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><br><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YezGH154Pfo/UqEOspkib4I/AAAAAAAAE5g/n3IwPAJ9ipI/s1600/1456041_10201893695458532_2083726161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-YezGH154Pfo/UqEOspkib4I/AAAAAAAAE5g/n3IwPAJ9ipI/s400/1456041_10201893695458532_2083726161_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="328" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"THE RED TAPE ESCAPE!" I know that life is a gift each day and I was reminded of that today when I just felt like hiding out because the whole year hit me at once and I wrote the following after letting the overwhelming "things" get to me: Ive decided to skip December and hide out. You might see a couple stories or music but, as for me and my hide? We're hiding. So, I shall see everyone January 2014. 'bout a day or so, right? Just a jump and a skip away. Some years hit you all in 1 day. Signed, Skipping Out Steada Flipping Out</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'> But, someone reminded me that you have to be present in life to see the gift. Which, you guys all know and you all know that I know, I know. Just sometimes, that present, that life, comes wrapped in red tape and I get all tangled up and tied up in it and stuck. PIMP LOL. I'll be thinking outta the box again As soon as someone helps me get all untangled and out of this comic strip. Yes, sometimes, we need help! HELP! And, sometimes we need to escape, but, only an escape from the red tape, not the presence. We might not feel needed, but each of us are. And, our greatest gifts are always present: Father, Son Jesus Christ and Holy Spirit. Signed, The Girl In Red Tape Will Indeed Escape</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPQr3w2VhQM/Upy-itQmrXI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/daUKnkpqfrI/s1600/timeofday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPQr3w2VhQM/Upy-itQmrXI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/daUKnkpqfrI/s400/timeofday.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="290" width="400" /></a><b><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>THE GIFTER! FREE GIFTS & REGIFTS! Maybe you can't buy a lot of gifts this year. There are free gifts and regifts! Some funny, some serious, all free. So, maybe you cant give a watch, but you can give that special someone the time of day. And, maybe you cant buy someone that new house or that addition, but you can give them some space. We could all use that, sometimes. Or, maybe you cant buy that gorgeous piece of jewelry they had their heart set on, but you can sure give them yoursgive your heart. You know? Your "dear" presence! Or, should I say deer presence. Be a gem. In person. Photo? I put my sparkly deer ornament as a decoration for the dear presence package and you get the rest. Maybe you cant buy that present they want or surprise them with things you so want to get them to show your love, but you can give the gift that keeps on presenting, your presence. Most of all? You can share His presence. It is a free gift, also. So, if you're out racing 'round the net track this cyber Monday, zoom by our site at <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> for a download of our Christmas song. Hope it gets your heart racing. For God, for others. It's called God's Favor. Ya know I used to be called the gifter way before that gifter commercial. I loved finding that perfect special gift for everyone in my life. Not just the ones I found favor with or the ones that found favor with me. Something to make them smile or laugh and treasure. So, they could see God cared. I cared. The only thing I can give everyone this year is this song, part of us. I'd consider it a huge favor out of love if you would accept our gift. 'tis free for everyone. The Ultimate Gifter? God. BTW? You guys are all gifts to me. Taking time with our music and my stories and all. You give me lots of space. To write. And, laugh. And, lots of dear presence at my posts and my b'log and music sites. Much love deers! Trace</span></span></b>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Im hiding behind the bushes and around the corner seeing if I can catch Florida Fall sneakin round here somewhere close to my front porch. 87 the day before yesterday, 80 degrees today, 83 degrees tomorrow, 60 degrees the next day, 85 the next, 57 the next. You get it. Up and down the rollercoaster. No wonder I get dizzy. For some odd reason, I am singing that disco song "RollerCoaster"! DUH LOL. So, anyways, I have my fingerless gloves, boots, short sleeve shirt and fave flannel all ready for any weather. And, if its hot and rainy, the flannel doubles as a rainhat. PIMP LOL. Watch out Fall. I got my eyes on you. You leaf me no choice but to pretend I'm up north until then. PIMP LOL. Oh well. No matter. I am thankful for any weather and the Weather Maker. Signed, The Ready For The Any, Rocker Off Her Rocker</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
</div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/Rp9-9fcWgGk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21379672013-11-30T14:53:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Count The Ways...On My Fingerless Gloved Fingers.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9v9E1cZ3R0/UppCEdfcwVI/AAAAAAAAE40/ePcC4YIiQJE/s1600/1463569_10201813737779640_1274911691_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9v9E1cZ3R0/UppCEdfcwVI/AAAAAAAAE40/ePcC4YIiQJE/s400/1463569_10201813737779640_1274911691_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="385" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft='{"type":45,"tn":"*G"}' id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">I can count, on my fingerless gloved fingers, the many ways God has had a hand in my life. And, on my toes! And, it would so take a lot of hands and toes! I can always count on Him. Today, and every day. And, no! I don't wear fingerless socks. PIMP LOL. So, I am just gonna list the 4 short stories He put on my hand and heart and toes this morning! PIMP LOL. Here's one: When I write my humor and h<span class="text_exposed_show">opes life stories, the puns are INtended. While the punch lines are Attended. By PIMP LOL. Or, TNT LOL. Or, DUH LOL, IRATE LOL, or SILENT LOL. Yep! That's right! I make home-made acronyms AND cookies. Well, have a fun day. Make some laughs. Attend life and intend to make a diff. God is in our midst. And, in our mist. Signed, The Fun In The Pun Makes A Diff In The Midst<br><br> Here's another: That merry feeling you get when your grownup daughter says she cant wait to go to church God loves a merry heart. And, contrary to popular belief, He loves a contrary heart, too. Hope your day is merry. Sometimes, we have to look for the merry in the contrary. Cuz that's just how life's garden grows. Signed, The Merry In The Contrary<br><br> Here's another: Epic someones day! Pic someone to bless, unexpectedly. Its a mess of fun and it will mess with them, epically! Have an epic weekend. Thanks for always lettin' me mess with you guys. And, thanks for the mess of prayers these past months. Still need a mess more. I'm a mess. PIMP LOL. Signed, The Bless In The Mess <br><br> And, here's the last one: It's Saturday! Do you know where your groove is? It may have gotten lost somewhere in The Land Of Mojo during the week. Well, when you locate it? Grab it & get in it! If you see mine there? Send it home. Cuz I wanna get my mojo mojo'in and movin'. Have a fun day. Get in the groove. 'tis fitting & edgy & um...groove-y? Signed, I'll Be Groovin' When My Mojo Gets Movin'</span></span></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/4VGAA4FyWas" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21379682013-11-30T14:47:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:48-05:00Turkey Scraps!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"WILD TURKEY & TURKEY SCRAPS!" So, I hope you guys all have a thrilling hopeful, joyous, peaceful, Thanksgiving! No scrapping on Turkey Day. Unless you're eatin' the scraps. I know we'll be fighting (scrappin') over the scraps tomorrow. PIMP LOL. Holidays sometimes make us act like turkeys! We get into scraps. Seriously! I'm not talkin' turkey. Here's my story. Ever seen a Wild Turkey? I have! The bird kind and the bottle kind. Years ago I got off of Wild Turkey! Cold turkey! It was gobbling me up. I dont act like such a turkey anymore. Well, not much! PIMP LOL. Got something you are struggling with? It IS possible to overcome. Dont let anything gobble you up. Take your turkey to God. Nothings too wild for Him! Youll be thankful you did. Being thankful helps you not miss out on the other stuffing! He takes our scraps and what's left of our stuffing and makes us whole. Have fun joining together with family & friends to be thankful. Dont scrap with any turkeys. Some are just full of it! Stuffing, I mean. Dont you be. Oh! The photo? A turkey made from scraps of farm machinery by an awesome artist friend Rem Brent! Hes my stand-in turkey until we get done grilling our turkey tomorrow. Ours got into a scrap! PIMP LOL. Heres the story on that: Were gonna wait to grill our turkey on Friday. He's pretty chilled out right now, so we're gonna let him sweat a li'l, then grill him to find out if hes the 1 who gobbled up the ham we were saving for Christmas. Hell prolly get snoody, but wattle we do? Ill tell ya what! Were really gonna cook him on the grill for real! Mugshot Friday. Have a fun thankful day of giving! Oh! And, since we are grilling, I'd thought it appropriate to share our fire song about hopes and dreams and not giving up. Being thankful in the fire, by the fire and through the fire. Hope you like it. It's in the 1st comment. Signed, The Ham In The Maam</span></b></span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> at <span class="fbPhotoTagListTag withTagItem tagItem"><a class="taggee" data-hovercard-instant="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=146458895559669" href="https://www.facebook.com/basicbandstudio?ref=stream">the basic band studio: The Vinyl Frontier</a></span>.</span></span></span></div><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/NyTs5DvcXuo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21375862013-11-30T14:17:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:47-05:00Shine The Light!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp_H4pUmKI4/Upo5qn27E4I/AAAAAAAAE3E/-FZw_jBtjgU/s1600/1451613_10201867687328345_1536268030_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp_H4pUmKI4/Upo5qn27E4I/AAAAAAAAE3E/-FZw_jBtjgU/s400/1451613_10201867687328345_1536268030_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="258" /></a></div><span style="color: #ffd966;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft='{"type":45,"tn":"*G"}' id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Shine the light... I so love this shot. I love this old candelabra and bible and Garnet Rose right behind them both. We stay in the background and let our light so shine...</span></span></span></span><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/P3SWkXo3IGk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21375872013-11-30T14:13:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:47-05:00Turk E. Brown!<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_529a37fbdde8c4e52955973" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWZ4YdTv2Pc/Upo4W5u8L1I/AAAAAAAAE20/zAP1caxcZRQ/s1600/1451535_10201870724804280_225548905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWZ4YdTv2Pc/Upo4W5u8L1I/AAAAAAAAE20/zAP1caxcZRQ/s400/1451535_10201870724804280_225548905_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="307" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;">Heres the mug shot I promised of our friend Turk E. Brown who was convicted of trying to abscond with Thanksgiving supper. He didnt get too far before he lost his head and was captured. He got heated up during our grilling, but, he gave away no secrets! He did not even cave during intense grilling. He got snoody and hung on by the skin of his ummteeth? Though, in the end, wattle we do? He didnt have a leg left to stand on. Just a wing and a flare up of fire at the end. PIMP LOL. Have a fun day and don't let life gobble you up. Stop by my other stories in this album and the free Christmas song in the first comment. BTW, the snood and the wattle are the hangy skin stuff on neck and protuberance. Signed, The Killer Griller</span></span></div><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/k6wCyi_vp90" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/21375882013-11-30T14:08:00-05:002017-01-13T08:47:47-05:00RUH ROH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GWB_X4fTpM/Upo3lqTMVTI/AAAAAAAAE2o/hgo9giiDt9g/s1600/1467373_10201871297018585_1355274485_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GWB_X4fTpM/Upo3lqTMVTI/AAAAAAAAE2o/hgo9giiDt9g/s400/1467373_10201871297018585_1355274485_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="302" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft='{"type":45,"tn":"*G"}' id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Something just blew by me bout knocked me off my Scooby-Doo socked feet. IN fact, it did! Ruh roh! Left me in a daze. After I gathered my senses, I saw it in its hazy, blurry magnificence. It was 334 days of 2013 all at once. Can you believe it? Sometimes, weeks, months, years hit you all at once. Leave you with daze. Have a fun day! Enjoy it before it's part of 1 of those weeks that hit you all at once. Enjoy the craze of the maze before it's a haze of daze. Find your way through with help from the Maker Of Days and the Healer Of Haze who makes sense outta the daze. Signed, The Year In The Mirr'</span></span></span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“VEIN WORSHIP!” What? Well, lately I’ve heard so much about worship and how it's all about the music. Yes, we are musicians and songwriters and singers, etc., but, I do believe that music is only a small piece and that worship is purely pouring everything you got into showing the worth of God. Worship is not only music or church, but I believe it’s getting your blood flowing. Serving. Lending a hand. It’s what’s going on in the inside much more than what’s going on on the outside. Sometimes, in music it may flow to the outside. But, it should start on the inside. Sam used to always say to me that if the veins in my neck weren’t popping then I wasn’t giving it everything I got. I think he got that from his Dad. Same goes for all we do. Getting the blood coursing through our veins is worship. Showing God’s worth in everything. Serving. With love. With excellence. Even unto the smallest deed. That’s vein worship. Not vain worship. I like the scriptures on love in 1 Corinthians 13:1 about clanging cymbals. If it’s not coming from a loving heart we’re just making noise. Now, noise is good sometimes to just have fun. But, we’re just clanging cymbals if the blood of love isn't coursing through our veins. Okay. That’s enough. Have fun worshiping. However you worship. However you attribute value and serve with love. We have much to gain in vein worship and much to lose in vain worship. He sees our veins and he sees our vains. He sees our real tears of love, pain and joy in the prayers that we reveal in the secret for ourselves and for others. That’s service, too. That’s worship. Gotta go pop a few veins and practice. YOu guys have a fun evening. Pop a few veins. Signed, There’s Gain In The Vein Worship</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I so needed yesterday in so many ways. I was gonna do it no matter what, but the fact that I stepped in to the impossibles was God all the way. We all needed it. Even when things are less than perfect in a big way, they can feel perf in the li'l ways. Thankful doesn't seem enough, but it will have to do. Hope you will go thru this album, read the stories and captions and enjoy the 2 trips. Meantime, gonna relax, windows open, watching the slide show from the TV via the couch. Thanks for the prayers...in a big way. Signed, The Freed In The Knee'd</span></b></span> </div>
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“JUST A FIGURINE OF SPEECH!” So, as I was uploading photographs and writing memories from this weekend, I kept seeing my figurine on my desk of my pig, Grace. And, a pearl necklace a friend made me for stage. The 2 items got me thinking. If you cast your pearls before swine don’t expect to bring home the bacon. Put your wisdom to work at something meaty you can sink your teeth in (with a smile), that has benefits. Hard work and a li’l ham never hurt anyone. Well, that’s just my hammed up “figurine” of speech. ParaTraced from the bible. Now, I love pigs, but here’s what that really means. Pearls, of course, are considered to be things of great value, and swine (pigs) are often considered to be lowly animals. So, it really means "Don't waste something valuable by giving it to someone who doesn't, won’t or can't appreciate it." Have a hardworking hammed up day. Casting your pearls before swine? Not s’wise. Wisdom at it’s swinest! Casting your care before our wise God? Wisdom at it’s finest. Because going before Him is never wasted and never not appreciated. Thanks for letting me rib ya with my story and photodrama a figurine replica of my pet pig, Grace. You know, it’s not always the pigs that are the swine. And, BTW? Our trip this past weekend was full of rain and speaking of pigs? Squealing! Yep! Our car mysteriously squealed the whole way there and back. Very high pitch squeal. Probably dust in the brakes. But, man did it squeal. Anyways, here is the album link if you missed our fun: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tracyofthebasicband/media_set?set=a.10201185192106391.1073741836.1668094552&type=1">https://www.facebook.com/tracyofthebasicband/media_set?set=a.10201185192106391.1073741836.1668094552&type=1</a> Appreciate all you guys carrying us so we could go. God does hear. And, does supply grace. Signed, The Fun In The Pun Is Done, Now</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"DRESSING UP AS SHEET MUSIC! SHURELY HAUNTING!" So, this morning, I was trying to decide what to dress up as today. Since I am a writer, I was going to dress as a pencil, but I just couldn’t get the lead out! Then, I thought maybe since I am a singer, I would go as sheet music. But, I just couldn’t find any white sheets. So, I finally decided that since I had been sick and pulled out my tooth and all which all left me half dead, I’d just dress up as something that took less work. A zombie! Already ½ way there. PIMP LOL. Have a fun day and night. Sing some music. Even if you can’t find a sheet. I may just have to find a white sheet. I like that idea. Anybody got a white sheet I can borrow? Course, it may be a blues sheet when you get it back. Oh! And, what did the sheet costume sing to the singer wearing it? I got the music in me. Haunting... You can’t beat that! Hope my singing doesn't scare you too bad. PIMP LOL. And, if you see me out and about? Please don't stomp on me and run me over. You know how we all love to run through the sheet music. Practice? PIMP LOL. Oh! And, I was going to make a photo of us singing and playing with a music stand and an ear clipped to it instead of sheet music. Playing by ear? DUH LOL. And, if you want to stop by one of my haunts? Here's the link to some haunting music: http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2013/10/dressing-up-as-sheet-music-shurely.html Signed, Hoping To Haunt, Not Scare. With Music</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“PROMISES, SQUIRRELS & UNEXPECTED JOY! IT'S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD!” So, this morning had some unexpected rain. You know I love unexpected rain, but then I love expected rain, too. I love when the weather man says its going to rain and it really does. But, when they’re not calling for it, and I see a little cloud or my radar app on my phone shows it, I unexpectedly smile. It’s great when things and people follow through with expected plans. We expect that. And, so we should. But, there’s disappointment when things or people don’t. So, when you get a joy unexpectedly, it comes with no chance for disappointment. Like weather forecasts or people’s intentions. S’like being a kid at their first Christmas. No chance for disappointment. Just pure joy. That’s what unexpected rain is for me. A surprise from above letting me know He knows I am here. We are here. So, anyways, the funny thing is that while I was standing out on the porch to see the rain, I heard a weird cat kind of sound coming from our huge Norfolk Pine. After much investigation, I finally laid my eyes on a rather large plump squirrel making that weird noise. It was trailing one of our many lizards that live on our porch and front garden area. He kept that noise and chase up for a long time. After a while, he heard my camera and glanced over at me and I unexpectedly got a shot of him. In fact, several. You just never know what you may hear or see or feel when you go out in the rain. And, when you follow through. I know… You’re thinking that possibly that squirrel has some relatives that live close by. In my head. PIMP LOL. Have a fun day. Find unexpected joy from following through with unexpected plans. And, expected joy from keeping promises. Spread some. Promises. And, joy. Oh! And, the photographs I snapped are of the things I found joy in while listening to the rain and the squirrels. And, not just the ones in my head. DUH LOL. One shot of the squirrel looks so evil. Like a rat! You will notice in one shot that the sky had already cleared by the time I got done squirreling around with the morning. I would have loved for it to rain all day. Jus’ saying. Oh! And, I actually had a pet squirrel named “Ecru” when I was in my 20’s. No!! He didn’t live in my head. SILENT LOL. Well, enough squirrels for you today. One last thing? Follow through. For yourself. For those you make promises to. It's not just a thing in your head. Like squirrels. It's in the heart. Expect the unexpected. How do I clean out the squirrels in my head? By keeping promises and standing on the promises of God. Signed, The Joy In The Tomboy & The Squirrel In The Girl</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CTWrboVmYM/Um7udCsNCfI/AAAAAAAAEzs/67plAWZn7qk/s1600/1376997_10201529409031599_1330849668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CTWrboVmYM/Um7udCsNCfI/AAAAAAAAEzs/67plAWZn7qk/s400/1376997_10201529409031599_1330849668_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="372" width="400" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="color: #e06666;">“PUTTIN’ YOUR BUTS TO BED!” What? Well, today I am kicking butt, one “but” at a time. You know how most everything comes with a but? Like: You can do that, but… I'm your friend, but… I know I promised, but… You're awesome, but… I do love you God, but… Right? We've all bawled a bit over a few buts, but! We need to kick those but butts, one but at a time! Replace them with a period. Better yet? An exclamation! Doubts & letdowns come in the form of buts and butts. Don’t be a butt to someone by adding a but after a promise, now or later. Period! Keep your word. Exclamation! So, have a kick butt day. No buts about it! And, tonight? Put those buts to bed. Pray about the buts and pray FOR the butts. Because, we all know that if our buts are in God's hands and our other butts are in bed, we shall sleep better. DUH LOL PIMP LOL. And, thanks, guys for having my back about the "but" that happened to me yesterday. I decided to delete the story, though it wasn't bad and I wasn’t a butt about it. I just wanted to be quiet and give it to God. God knows my heart! SIGNED, I Have My Doubts, But I Kick Them Outs</span></span></b><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<span style="color: #76a5af;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“ROOTS! THEY KEEP ME STANDING AND I STAND ON THAT!” So, yay! Cool! We get to fix the AC! It’s okay. A li’l sarcasm lightens the load. But, it doesn't suck or blow! Jus' life. Well, come to think of it? It IS gonna suck AND blow here shortly. And, then cleanup and more cool! Cuz, we're blowing it out 1 end with the hose and sucking it out the other end with a borrowed ShopVac. Hmmm...wonder if I can use this advanced technology on my sinuses, ears, lungs and head? If we can make the AC breathe and get unclogged with all that gook, we should be able to fix me. Trace's Theory...it might blow! Well, have a cool day. Sometimes, when life sucks or blows, you just gotta suck it up and blow it out! BTW? Do ya think there’s much humidity in the air today? I mean, in the hair? PIMP LOL. Wild hair day! Comes with the work. And, we all gotta work. Sure hope we get some rain today. Today def calls for a Pink Panther or John Candy movie. Hopefully, some music, b.a.s.i.c.ally! You’ll notice I’m standing on some tree roots and that’s why I’m looking down. I’m actually looking up in my heart thinking…”yep, I’ve got roots”. And, I’m not talkin’ ‘bout the purple hair roots. No. I’m talking ‘bout God. That’s the reason I can look at fixing the AC and wild hair days as not sucking or blowing. Even when they do. Because I got roots… And, I stand on that! PIMP LOL. He IS what keeps me standing. Oh! And, I got my music roots, too! Signed, Cracking A Half Smile Then Resting A Whole While</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #45818e;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>“CASTS!” I stepped outside yesterday after we fixed the AC and a long week of overcast skies and downcast happenings and I saw the sun for a moment. Got me thinking a bit about different kinds of casts. So, most of us have all been in a cast for broken bones and down cast with a broken heart. Plenty of us have seen things look overcast in our broken world around us or have been wrongly cast in the play of our life. Even felt like an outcast! God will not cast you out. He repairs broken bones, broken hearts, broken worlds and wrongs before they break us. He brokers our brokens. Have a fun day. Cast aside your hurt for humor, your fretting for freedom that comes with forgiveness. Cast your cares upon He who cares. Cast your overcast, downcast, outcast, or in a cast to the One who never casts out. Signed, The Spoken In The Broken</b></span></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UCim0lJ9Mc/Um7sbRMJWxI/AAAAAAAAEzU/veW9-822hO4/s1600/1377990_10201562084368462_329509574_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UCim0lJ9Mc/Um7sbRMJWxI/AAAAAAAAEzU/veW9-822hO4/s400/1377990_10201562084368462_329509574_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="396" width="400" /></a><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b><span style="color: #ea9999;">“HOODS, WINKS, HOODWINKING & THE KID IN ME” What? So, today, I feel like that li’l kid in me just got out through one of the holes in my fingerless gloves! She is so in trouble when she gets back. I like it when she’s here! The kid in me keeps me from doubtin’ with her childlike faith. And, the adult in me keeps that li’l girl from poutin’ with her wildlike faith. Wink wink! Yep! I was a kid once. Got hoodwinked into believing adulthood was cooler. Just grew up too fast and was even adultlike when I was a kid. Too sensitive, too grownup, for my own britches. Mmhmm… Well, I still have one hidden inside. The thing ‘bout being a kid is, you have boundaries and we can’t do a lot of things adults can! But, for good reason. It’s easy to get hoodwinked as an adult, so you can only imagine how easy as a child. Like getting hookwinked into choosing to do what some kids are doing around the neighborhood, or others hoods. Even, hoodwinked into believing some falsehoods. PIMP LOL. Choosing, respecting and obeying what’s right mold us into our adulthood. Then, when we leave kidhood for adulthood, we realize that it’s not just about being able to do what we want, it’s about being able to choose not to. And, then, doing something good with what we choose TO do. Not being hoodwinked. And, yes, still obeying and respecting others. That’s where OUR respect comes in. The not hoodwinking of others. Respect. Because, we all belong to one hood. Brotherhood and sisterhood. My kidhood may sometimes hoodwink my adulthood inside me, but we both have to live in this hood, so we wink it out. I mean, work it out. Yep. The kid in me keeps me from doubtin’ with her childlike faith. And, the adult in me keeps the kid from poutin’ with her wildlike faith. Wink wink! We both take everything to The Most Wise who loves the adult and the kid in me. We wink it out! I mean, work it out. BTW? All this hood talk has we hoping the weather changes soon so I can wear my sweaters and jackets with hoods. Jus’ sayin’! Oh! And, photos? Well, one with my hooded sweater as an adult (sort of) and one as a kid hanging by hood of the car winking. Loved classic cars and music, even as a kid. And, hoodwinking. PIMP LOL. I even loved posing with cars then, as I do now. And, the other was my 1st year in Florida, 12 years old. SIGNED, The Kid In The Adult In The Hood & The Adult In The Kid By The Hood, Winking</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I walk. If I can’t walk, I crawl. And, if I can’t crawl? I get carried. Yes, I get carried away. With my faith. One of my fave things in the bible is when a sick person had 4 friends with such faith they carried their friend, who couldn’t walk, and lowered him down through a roof to get near Jesus. We all should have such friends. And, such faith. And, by the way? Whether I’m walking, crawling or being carried? I’m always dancing and singing inside. Sometimes, even outside! Yes! I carry on. And, I get carried away with music. Well, with everything! And, one more thing? Sometimes, how I walk carries others. SIGNED, Getting Carried Away Is How I Carry On</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ye3NFTsbfc/Um7pMedL06I/AAAAAAAAEy8/ecJUIpKSX_4/s1600/1385358_10201568274563213_1921856137_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ye3NFTsbfc/Um7pMedL06I/AAAAAAAAEy8/ecJUIpKSX_4/s400/1385358_10201568274563213_1921856137_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="368" width="400" /></a><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b>"Tendon"see Towards Truth!" Truth... Carries a lot of weight! It’s something to get up in arms about! PIMP LOL. Builds you up and has a way of working itself out. Truth makes you feel your soul tendons and muscles getting stronger! That’s pretty heavyweight! Hope you have an uplifting day. With a “tendon”see towards the truth. I try to remember that even on my weakest day, knowing and living the truth, strengthens my weak. And, when I feel the weights weighing me down, I know to wait. Things will have "tendon"see to change. In the meantime, I lift up my weights to the heavens. To the truth. One more thing? Lifting up others lifts some of the weight off of us. SIGNED, The Girl With the Curl Givin’ It To You Straight</b></span></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8C1mH3DZcI/Um7odKhPXeI/AAAAAAAAEy4/zja8earYVFo/s1600/1374176_10201575500783864_322965515_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8C1mH3DZcI/Um7odKhPXeI/AAAAAAAAEy4/zja8earYVFo/s400/1374176_10201575500783864_322965515_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="391" /></a><span style="color: #ffe599;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>So, this is where I play and where I work. I do both hard! Because, it’s easier for me to keep busy and work hard. Do I play? Hardly! PIMP LOL. I do it by finding the whoas in the woes. Jus’ my li’l corner of this big ol’ world to shine a light. And, that keeps me real busy because, sometimes, it’s hard to find those whoas in the woes and shine a li’l light in that dark! So, work with me here and stop by our music website: <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> It has my blog and albums and other stuff there, too. That would so whoa me! And, light me up! But, it’s not just about me. Sam works hard and plays hard on music in here, too. And, our girl. And, many many others along our life's rocky road. Hope you have a whoa weekend and not a woe is me. Work hard at playing! Signed, The Player In The Worker</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YYPUfNnqo0/UlL9VMg-g9I/AAAAAAAAExE/x-U8clWNrls/s1600/1375322_10201457036782338_1620573739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YYPUfNnqo0/UlL9VMg-g9I/AAAAAAAAExE/x-U8clWNrls/s400/1375322_10201457036782338_1620573739_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="363" /></a><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“KNEEALIZING!” What? So, I dug these Jean heels from way back out of my closet to sing in last night because I knew they would so go with some jean fingerless gloves with ruffles that someone sent me along with several others. And, when I say way back, I don’t mean way back in the closet. I mean way way way back in time. When I worked at the Space Center and lived alone and, well, you get it. Still fit! Anyways, I realized why I hadn’t worn the jean heels in a while. They brought me to my knees. They still look good but man do they hurt. Because I wasn’t used to wearing them, they were uncomfortable. I also realized something else as I thought back over a few memories from over the years that have come back since my seizure. I realized that God has brought me through much since these shoes. Given me comfort in the uncomfortable. Given me blue skies in the blues. Even some of the memories were uncomfortable. And, realizing that? Brought me to my knees. I call it kneealizing. When you realize something and it brings you to your knees. Can be uncomfortable if you haven’t done it in a while, but sometimes, you must get a li’l uncomfortable to get comfort and able to go on. Some of my other comforts? I love the color blue, love singing the Blues and I love blue jean anything. What’s your comfort? Signed, Singing The Blues, Wearing The Blues & Writing To Amuse</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><b>'WALKING DEAD! OR ALIVE!" What? So, I watched so many Walking Dead this week while sick with my tooth and other stuff, that when I woke up in the middle of the night last with a fever and the AC wasn’t working? I felt like a zombie myself and half expected to see one lurking in the next room. Or, in the mirror. I did manage to go back to sleep with a splitting headache (better than a split head) so I’m not walking dead today. Just look it. PIMP LOL. What? That’s how they killed them! Split their head! Oh! And, we reset the high pressure switch on the AC and hit the breaker and it seems to be cooling the hot house now. We get a lot of brown outs here in PSJ. I think it’s the zombies at FPL who do all the pricing. DUH LOL. Anyways, i forgot to mention the 1st thing I did. Pray. That's how I walk around alive! Have a fun weekend. SIGNED, The Zombie In The Mombie</b></span></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpFpN7nUvyA/UlL7vZMKVRI/AAAAAAAAEw0/9KuuHnJCyL0/s1600/1383358_10201450578340881_825986037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpFpN7nUvyA/UlL7vZMKVRI/AAAAAAAAEw0/9KuuHnJCyL0/s400/1383358_10201450578340881_825986037_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="356" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b>“Picking Tasteful Words!” What? So, I am so daring I layer 3 diff lip stains just to get the color I want. Yes, my lips are stained. But, not with colorful words. PIMP LOL. Well, yes, with colorful words. Just not the abjective or the objective ones aimed at bringing down to the gutter. Rather, the adjective ones that require using the heart. Subjective to thought! A long time ago, I had a nastay mouth. Cursing was 2nd nature. Now? Don’t know what all the fuss is over cuss. Curse just makes things worse. Not my nature. Not stained anymore. Just my lips. Oh! And, maybe my hair. PIMP LOL. Yep. I dare to be tasteful. With my mouth, too. DUH LOL. Have a fun day. Pick your words wisely. Tastefully. 'tis good to be picky about your lip stains and your words. If I'm gonna stain my lips, it's gonna be with pretty colors of lip stain and tasteful words. Anyways, got up very late and sick but must have needed the rest. Must get a few things accomplished. Now, to see what's wrong with the AC or is it fever? In either case? I will try to remain tasteful! TNT LOL. Signed, My Flip On Lip</b></span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INslgDQ-RZ4/UlL4-g_4hwI/AAAAAAAAEwg/KIUbR25sScM/s1600/1385162_10201433413671775_1159118189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-INslgDQ-RZ4/UlL4-g_4hwI/AAAAAAAAEwg/KIUbR25sScM/s400/1385162_10201433413671775_1159118189_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="397" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Knowing that this whole world is His canvas that He paints with His hands makes it "easel"ier to be hue-man. The photodrama is a shot I got one Friday evening. No paint or editing necessary. The other shot, I added hues of paint, of course, to show soul, but the shot itself is from singing one of our songs on Easter at church. The color in my cheeks and soul are real. PIMP LOL. So, whatever hue do? Be real. Be hue! Do everything with hue! Because what’s inside you? Your hue? Is what makes you huenique! Let us be us and God be God. Hue know what I mean! PIMP LOL DUH LOL. Signed, I’m Only Hueman</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> Here are the 2 links to our 2 versions of that song we did: the studio full band <a href="http://youtu.be/tg5EUSwp4L0">http://youtu.be/tg5EUSwp4L0</a> and the jam minus drums version: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FBXtrvrK4zeM&h=pAQF2D7IU&enc=AZOHOAW32TL9AsVY_PnDUIJFa1A7jNY859Tkud8XB96mqF-apCtM-pzvoKnaYncrFMldhc4dIcrbirg4NWlWlq4htnFns0lJBr0jzvdMFIsMXhdrgy5z2TqnheEUCkYvHrB0-v46JGlKq6YJmj957mx2&s=1">http://youtu.be/BXtrvrK4zeM</a></span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Making someone laugh and making someone an omelette is the same for this cook. I start by cracking up a few good eggs, stirring things up a bit, throwing in some cheese, hamming it up and serving it up hot with a grain of salt. Have a fun, hopeful day. Whether you make someone laugh or make someone some food, it’s ultimately food for the soul. Yours and theirs. And, we all season our soul food in our own way. So, don’t be afraid to cook. For everything, there is a season. Omelette you go... SIGNED, The Cook With The Hook</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"></span></span>
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<span style="color: #7f6000;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>I needed a smile this morning so and she gave me one in a flash. Oh snap! And, I framed it! And, she was just telling me she got an A on her English paper for "All's Quiet..." I told her she was amazing and that I love A's. And, I love U's! PIMP LOL. Yep! Nothin' like a smile. A real one. No phony bologney ones. Have a wonderful day and smile. Off to go visit and feed at my front porch b'log. Yes! There's actually folks who stop by and are hungry for my b'logna. Stop by! I'll feed you some humor and hope and lots of b'logna at my front porch b'log! Some hot stories, but no phony stuff. All authentic. Maybe a li’l eccentric. And, eclectic. Even, electric. But, not phony! No phony bologney. Just my bologney! PIMP LOL. And, I’ll leave you with a smile. Like she does me… So, stop by and make me smile by following me there. Hot food. For the soul. Signed, The Pile Of Hot B’logney From The Smile Of The Not Phony! Writer!</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>So, it turns out my sissy Voluptuous Velvet Victorian Vox Vamp chair is the perfect chair for playing video games, victoriously! I tried to tell them for years why I loved it. Makes me feel victorious just sittin’ in it. I guess it's now the Voluptuous Velvet Victorian Vox Vamp & Video Game Chair. Never say never. Or, sissy. Turns out it has the 3 necessary draws: comfortable cushiony seat, supportive back and decadently decorative curvy rosey style. Sissy? I think not! Desperation and broken chairs call for desperate measures and sissy chairs. That’s when you find the treasures and the flairs! Like my sissy VVVV chair. Now, the VVVVVG chair. Have a victorious day. My Victory is in God with Whom I find treasure. And, flair! SIGNED, The Velvet Victorian</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“GLOVE LOVE” So, I just got some brown leather fingerless gloves from a YouTube friend of our bands in the mail. Love them. Love the gloves, too! Stiff right now, but pretty soon they’ll be just like me. Tough as leather, but soft. Worn and weathered, but someone you can count on for a hand! PIMP LOL. Course, they'd both have fingerless gloves on them. Or, Handerpants. I’d even give you the shirt off my back. Well, my saying is: I'd give you the fingerless gloves right off my hands. For real! I’ve given away tons of my gloves to young girls. To show them some love back when they’ve come up on stage to show me some. Show some love. Give someone a hand. Preferably with a fingerless glove on it. DUH LOL. Oh! And, today's def needed surprise reminded me of another friend on YouTube that used to send me gloves. She went on to heaven last year and I miss her... Susan... See you again one day. Signed, The Loved Is Gloved </span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Find out what it is you can’t NOT do no matter what or who woos you into feeling that you can not. You may get butterflies in your gut with the first, but it beats knots in your stomach with the second. I’d rather have butterflies with the can’t NOTS than knots with the can nots. It takes a lot of guts to stomach the woo’s, but you’ll end up with a lot more woo-hoo’s! And, those butterflies that were in the gut? I have a gut feeling, they will be free! Signed, The Can’t Nots Have It Over The Can Knots</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>This week, the tooth that broke last year, broke yet again. So the roof plate of my mouth is in a-gone-y. And, also this week, my fave antique Victorian plate broke. Neither is fixable and I don’t know which plate hurt me worse? Um…just joking. And, no!! I wasn't chewing on the plate when they both broke! What? Gotta find humor in plate pain. Gotta find the crack-up in the cracked up. Taking my pieces to the broker of peace to get peaces. To get fixed. Have a peaceful weekend. And, yes, I crack myself up from time to time. Keeps me from cracking up! Most of the time. And, you know? The crack you make with your smile? Lets out the cracks hiding inside you! Corner them! Because those cracks inside hurt us. Corner those cracks. By turning up the corners of your mouth. Smile! It only hurts at first. Have a weekend of cracking up. In a good way. And, no worries 'bout me. Still gonna smile. I got pain cornered! By turning up the corner of my mouth. Even if it is only one corner and only slightly! PIMP LOL. They'll both be turned up soon. Turn up your smile. It may turn down someone's pain. Even, your own... Yes. Life goes on. But, sometimes it's like pulling teeth to find the whoa in the woe. PIMP LOL. Signed, The Cracks That Show Let Out The Cracks That Blow</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrG-oI3ZBww/UlLsNO5eBZI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/dreRLfuZhRU/s1600/970379_10201403945615092_2017467507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrG-oI3ZBww/UlLsNO5eBZI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/dreRLfuZhRU/s400/970379_10201403945615092_2017467507_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="336" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“CUTTIN’ A RUG can get ya in a "pile" of trouble! What? So, I am washing all my throw rugs today and trimming the rough edges off of them so they will be good for another year. Gotta keep busy with a toothache. What? Did you think I was doing? Cuttin’ a rug, as in dancin’? Well, I do that, and by the looks of some of my rugs, they bear the results. But, no dancing today. Mainly because pain has worn me down, but mainly because if I play music to dance, I will want to sing. And, my mouth won’t like that. Anyways, I have to cut the rough off of the throw rugs from all those other days of CUTTIN’ A RUG. Ironic. Oh! And, you know that old saying “snug as a bug in a rug”? Well, that bug who’s so snug in the rug? Is in a “pile” of trouble ‘round here today. He must be in one of my more thicker piled throw rugs. PIMP LOL. So, go ahead and cut a rug today. And, fix up an old rug or something to make it last longer. That’ll give you something to dance about. I’m hoping for some rain and my tooth to be better so I can get some snug as a bug in a rug today. Because I so need to cut a rug this weekend. Cuz, when you’re in the throws of things? Cut a rug! SIGNED, The Cutter In The Mudder Is Workin' Thru The Pain</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ywGN0NoWnM/UlLqdElH-II/AAAAAAAAEvE/huhd52vayLs/s1600/1377112_10201397263768050_1440680836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/--ywGN0NoWnM/UlLqdElH-II/AAAAAAAAEvE/huhd52vayLs/s400/1377112_10201397263768050_1440680836_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #999999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“Pits” Stops! What? So, Y does wear and tear turn into wearY and tearY? Because, when we tread upon life’s road race, blowouts happen. I know. It’s the pits. We try to make repairs, alone. On the side of the road. Or, we just keep runnin’! When we should be making a pit stop. Taking our worn out treads and tires to the One who never tires or grows weary of doing good in those pit stops. How often would you stop for maintenance from the main Mechanic if life was never the pits? I’m not saying I like it at all. No. I may spend too much time making pits stops, but it keeps me on the road. In the race. And, if you keep a good relationship with Him when you’re on the road? You’ll find yourself turning in the pit stops with much more speed during the pits. That’s a good “need for speed”! PIMP LOL. And, never weary of doing good. That’s straight from the Master Mechanic! Yes, I've been rebuilt. And, I am still being rebuilt! By the Master Mechanic... I'm thinking I need some replacement parts, soon. PIMP LOL. Okay, so to end my story, just want to say to keep racing! And share this song and video of ours about being on the road of life. Sometimes, you just gotta stop running and make a “pits” stop. Stop the link at our pits stop. Would I ever steer you wrong? Oh! And, I just happened to think of a second story that goes with cars, etc. So, here goes: I don’t wear much foundation or makeup. I need to and would love to find some that I feel comfy in. So, the other day, I ran across a make-up powder that says it has primer right in it! Now, THAT caught my attention. Cuz, us spirits with older vehicles to ride in, may have gotten banged up a bit over the our driven years and in need of primer before we put on the new coat of paint. PIMP LOL. Have a fun night. I know our Main Foundation is in us, firmly. But, I am so gonna try this powder foundation for ON me. Primerarily for my benefit. But, also for yours. TNT LOL SILENT LOL. Yep! Gonna paint the town. Well, my face! Signed, Primerarily & Firmly Foundationed, The Racer In The Tracer So here's the song and vid for this story and our newest and it won $100 Amazon card, Yay! Thankful, Come in handy for Christmas, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzhgDlyX3DI&feature=share&list=UUxFvYnNRguW_5wwKYES98xQ">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzhgDlyX3DI&feature=share&list=UUxFvYnNRguW_5wwKYES98xQ</a></span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“CHOPS & CHOPPERS! AND, SINGING' THE BLUES!” So, I tried practicing my singing chops using only 1 side of my mouth and face because my toothache has taken over my ear and sinus. So, in the awkward process of practicing (which didn't last long), I’ve come up with a new singing voice. I call it “mad chops with bad choppers”! PIMP LOL. Maybe I could use it to try out in the next Zombie movie. What? It’s hard to practice your blues singing chops when your choppers are singing the blues. I think I’ll let them sing tonight! But, you’d be surprised how we can adjust our style to live with our aches and pains when we give our aches, our pains, and our style to the Maker of chops. And, choppers. He helps us remember our hopes and dreams in the midst of pain and nightmares. He is the Maker of hopes and dreams. Meantime? I leave you with this song about just that. Hopes and dreams. So, don’t give up. Even when your choppers get in the way of your chops. Signed, The Vocalist With The Joke List</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>After watching World War Z yesterday and being that Fall is here and it's that time of year, I ask you to hold your head up! In a whole different way. PIMP LOL. Cuz, no matter how bad things look, you get a better view! Have a fun day. Find the humor in the horror. Signed, Keeping My Head To Stay Ahead </span></b></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>When I take off my contacts and glasses, I find myself in a paradox. I feel old because I can't see anything. And, I feel young because I can't see anything! Of myself. So, my heart sees for me. And, it always sees young! PIMP LOL. Maybe I need a pair-of-docs for my paradox. Signed, Seeing Can Be Freeing?</span></span></b></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5q4LB1qbeBg/UlLdueNnCEI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/dYQlOWP9sH0/s1600/1230040_10201372165580611_68254484_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-5q4LB1qbeBg/UlLdueNnCEI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/dYQlOWP9sH0/s400/1230040_10201372165580611_68254484_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="220" width="400" /></a><b><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>This place where we play on Saturdays? The head boss guy lets us out to party down there and improv a bit. And, improve a bit, too! PIMP LOL. He’s brave and He loves us. I’ve got to hand it to Him! He knows how to fill us with music. Oh! And, the drummer’s hidden behind the bass playa just in case things get out of hand. PIMP LOL. What? We’ve seen a stick or two flying out of his hands. And, I’ve been known to drop a dance or two while holding my mic in hand. And, that guitar player’s hands go all out, too. Yes. Things DO get out of hand! And, into the heart and soul. Because music sets the stage. And, the stage sets the music. But, God sets the heart and soul. Have a dancing day. Off to work on our own original set of music, now. I hope things get out of hand. And, into the heart and soul. Oh! And, would someone please do my hair that color. I like the way the lights made it look. Sort of purple red velvet brown. Signed, The Winger In The Singer </span></span></b>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>I WAS sweeping off the porch, but then I got to thinking… Halloween isn’t far away. I better practice my “other” broom tricks. PIMP LOL. Just some horrible horror humor. Have a fine, fun night. Sweep someone off their feet! Warts and all. Cuz, we all got 'em. Signed, The Creeper In The Sweeper Looks Deeper</span></b></span></span>
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“DESIGNED & DESTINED! A UNIQUE GIFT TO PRESENT!” What? Did you know that you are a special gift from God designed uniquely like no other and destined to make a difference? Well, you ARE! So, open yourself up and present yourself to the world. The photograph is a card I gave to my girl, but it also fits for everyone. Inside it read “Happy Birthday”, but I changed it to happy everyday! Because everyday is a gift and worth celebrating. And, my girl is wonderful. And, a gift. DUH LOL. And, that got me thinking of that song. “Some Kind Of Wonderful” done by Grand Funk Railroad. I so love that song. One of my all-time top ten. Just saying the title makes you feel good. We do our own originals and sing a cover or two and would so like to do a version of this. They have a church version, too. So funky. Right up my alley. Or, I should say, train tracks. Get it? Grand Funk Railroad. Anyways, it’s grand. And, it’s funky. And it’s a wonderful track. Either version. We are working on 2 blues originals, but man, this is so on our list to work on at the same time. I think it’s some kind of wonderful! I like fun upbeat music. We need more funky and happy in church. In life! So, anyways, open yourself up to possibilities. Each of us come in diff size and style packages. But, we all have a some kind of wonderful gift waiting inside to share. We may wonder what that wonderful gift is at times, but, if we go to the Greatest Gift of all? We will be reminded. Now, go! Think out of the box! The world is waiting. You are destined and designed for uniqueness. SIGNED, The Funky In The Spunky</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“KICKIN' BOOT WHEN OUR BooTAY IS KICKED! HALF A TOENAIL SHORT OF A POLISH!” What? So, just because I’m half a toe nail short of being polished, that doesn’t mean I can’t put one foot in front of the other and polish off this day. Just as soon as I put on my fluffy socks, trusty old boots and fingerless gloves. PIMP LOL. What? I still have ½ of a big toe left of baby blue nail polish from awhile back when my girl did my toes. As I looked down at my feet getting ready for my day, I thought it was funny. So, came another story. Have an astonishingly fun day. Me? I can hardly contain myself. It's almost that time of year in Florida when it's legal to wear boots, socks, fingerless gloves and Handerpants. The rest of the time I live dangerously. You might be feeling a half a polished toenail short today, too, like me. But, you’ll be glad later that you did put one foot in front of the other and polish off the day the best you could. Because kicking boot when our booTAY is kicked IS what polishes us. So stay on your toes and you won’t be defeeted! PIMP LOL. My strength? My grace? Comes from God. It is sufficient for me. Signed, The Rebel Tryin' Ta Stay Outta Treble Looks For The Astonish In The Polish</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The raw b.a.s.i.c. facts: our website is <a href="http://www.basicband.biz/">www.basicband.biz</a> And, here is the whole photograph and story behind this: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10201339318559456&set=a.3876012473291.147467.1668094552&type=1&theater">https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10201339318559456&set=a.3876012473291.147467.1668094552&type=1&theater</a></span></span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>"SINGERS & THEIR STANDS!" Sew, what do my sewing machine and I have in common? We're both singers who take their stand seriously! PIMP LOL. What? I mean seriously! I’ll stand and hold fast to my beliefs. They are stitched in my very soul fabric. Of course, it's velvet! DUH LOL. Hope your evening has a thread of fun in it. I’m sewing things up for today! Sew long! Signed, The Singer With The Singer</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“WINGED INSTRUMENTS!” What? So, I was thinking about music today as I was searching for comfort food. I can’t eat like everyone else and so wanted to just lay down and pig out and be comforted. But, I had to search for a diff comfort food. So, I chose to sing a li’l. Still out of shape from being sick but did a li’l. Anyways, after I sat back down to wait for a friend to come over and visit and talk, I got to thinking about some things I’ve heard over the years of being in music and bands, etc. There are those who would say that the lyrics in a song and the lead voice are the most important and must be way above all the other instruments. And, I say, yes, the voice and lyrics must be heard. But, they are instruments like all other parts of a band or group! Lyrics are powerful! But, I say balance. We write our own music and lyrics and do strongly believe the lyrics are def important, but not any more than the musical instruments and other vox that intertwine with the lyrics to get the song across. And, to us, the most important instrument of all? Our heart and soul. Some would say that saying that puts those instruments in the brass section. PIMP LOL. I think they belong in the string section . Because our music does come with strings attached. DUH LOL. Anyways, I think of the bird. It makes no words, yet its instrument makes us stop and listen, and, makes us feel. Think of the orchestras that set moods in movies and shows to make us feel. My point is that every part of a song is an instrument and is an important part. A band is a team. A song takes a team. I am a singer and love to sing for others, but I must listen to ALL the other instruments that make me feel while I am singing to get my heart and soul tuned up. I mix with the music and the lyrics and other vocals, to make the song. It’s not me alone. It’s not the lyrics alone. It’s not just one instrument. It’s all. Sometimes, I think the bird has the right idea. It can make us feel without words… Heart and soul is how we sing like a bird. It’s how we fly. And, it’s how we help others soar. Make others feel. The spirit in us. All that being said? Maybe this bird could have used less words. I apologize, but my thoughts took flight. PIMP LOL. Oh! And, if you are interested in our music, stop by <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.basicband.biz&h=jAQHlbpGK&enc=AZMHPjI235tSEn9tua1afhnjB3s18a4n66WERUaASnfQUWyZ_gjBEHFxy01xid65QjwgCD74Px10BFLNywsc52dKi4x88njurj0AB8GlB89ZnTtoZFLqDNbcBE3_97eYQkxlGPJdgt1JPpJxtI02DkLW&s=1">www.basicband.biz</a>. SIGNED, The Winger In The Singer & The Vox With The Jokes Takes Delight In The Flight</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“PLUGS, OUTLETS & HEARTS!” So, what did Mr. Wally Outlet say to the new guy, Cord? Um, no room here. Go find ya another hangout. I’m all plugged up. And, it seems to be contagious ‘round here. PIMP LOL. Okay, just some light humor today. Night light humor. And, wall outlet humor. See, all the outlets in our music room and connected bathroom are always full up. And, that got me thinking… Everyone needs an outlet. A safe place to go. A place to get recharged. Without getting burnt. We should all have a friend like that. But, I also know a place where’s there’s always room for anyone. You’ll certainly get a charge out of it. And, you’ll def get plugged in. Where? God’s outlet. There’s one out there nearby everyone’s beat. HEART beat, that is. Signed, Plugged Up & Plugged In</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Life’s plate isn’t always rosy, and sometimes it’s too full. Or, not full enough. Maybe your cup doesn’t runneth over with the refreshment of ease. And, maybe, even maybe, the table set before you isn’t all peaches and cream and rose-colored, but there is always something on it to be thankful for. Have a thankful day. Do it with taste. Signed, I Chose To See The Rose In The Prose</span></b></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span>
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<span style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“MAKING WAVES!” What? So, sometimes you just gotta make waves! PIMP LOL. Not so’s to upset those around you. But, to keep you from sinking into the stillness of being just a drop of water in the sea of life. Some us make waves to get noticed, some make waves just trying to swim. And, some to stir things up and splash burning salt water in others eyes to give them a rough ride. Me? I just like to make waves of humor and music to stir in a diff way. To make a splash in a good way. To be more than just a drop of water… Make a splash today. Crash in on someone’s stillness and make them feel noticed. You’ll sea… It will bring a wave of life over them. And, you know what? Just thinking of the ocean? Reminds me of the Ocean Maker. Crash in on His day and say hi. He appreciates a wave every now and then. Just like us… SIGNED, Behaving And How! AND Waving Goodbye, For Now!</span></b></span>
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<b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #ffd966;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>THE RING IN OUR ING!” What? So, read this short story like a rap! Well, last eveNING, we were doing the fam'ly THING! And, so what did I ba-RING? The wings with the sting, the rings with the sweet zing and the movie 'bout scary things. Saving the zing in the sing and the wii pong ping...for the next family thing! Because, you know I like to bring it, but that would be too much exciTING even for us, for one eveNING. Family time? Puts the ring in all our ings. Gives us the reasoNING to carry on until the next fam'ly eveNING! So, we can ba-RING it when we gotta wing it. Families are gems. Some of us may be diamonds in the rough, but gems all the same. And, mostly? Here's the thing! We remind each other that we have a King who puts the bling in all our ing. He's the real gemstone. The GemRock! Well, that's a rap! And, a wrap. Hey! GemRock! Sounds like a cool name for a band. Jus' sayin'! Signed, The Ding In The Ling</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"JUGGERNAUT & JUGGER! NOT!" What? So, I'm tipping the jug tonight! What??? No!! Not filled with moonshine! Thankfully, gave that up many "moons" and many "not-so-shining" moments ago. TNT LOL. No. it's filled with my spit and blowing into it to get cool sounds. That's what it's filled with!!! See, I'm thinking of adding a new instrument to the band. Maybe I can test it out on the church band, first. Though, it may cause a juggernaut!PIMP LOL. Nah! Everyone knows I'm a jugger! Not! Everyone knows my heart. Hope your night is filled with fun. Take a sip of life. You won't wake up with a hangover. You may have hang-ups, but not hangovers. DUH LOL. Signed, The Jugga In The Mutha</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Some seek to find the whoas in their woes. While others seek to find the woes in their whoas. Both must wade through a lot of wahs. Yet one ends up overjoyed. The other? Annoyed! Which are you? I guess, sometimes we are both and a mixture of the 2. Praying and working towards getting my book going. Part of this will be the main title and sub. Signed, The Delighter In The Writer</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><b>“SHAPE UP OR SHIFT OUT!” What? So, we’re coming up to the last season of our Netflix many month marathon of watching Deep Space Nine. Superb writing and no commercials. Stellar combo! In this particular episode, Odo, the Changeling Shapeshifter, who is a cool looking metal liquid and can change into anything, even blending in with surroundings, was being disloyal to the team and getting sucked in with the evil Founders. Literally. They refer to the humans as “solids”. Well, I yelled out: He better shape up or shift out. PIMP LOL. Well, he did later in the story and actually chooses to stay in solid form and live with the solids. He shaped up! PIMP LOL. So, anyways, we were tired of the high costs and commercials and still nothing engaging or non-low standards to see, so we decided since they didn’t shape up, we shifted out. And, shifted into Netflix and antennas. Got rid of cable a long time ago and opted for the $8 a month Netflix. It’s our only entertainment expenditure. We provide the music and humor. Keeps us in shape and shifting gears. And, loyal to our standards and beliefs. Sometimes, we all must shape up or shift out. You know? Get ourselves together (in shape) or shift gears. And, be aware of the shape of things. Being called “solid” is a good thing. And, yes, I know the saying is actually “shape up or ship out!” Have a stellar day. Be a solid human. Oh! And, the photodrama? Me, somewhere out there in "Outertrace", trying to get back into shape! In solid form! TNT LOL. I like being a solid person. Someone to be counted on! And, remember? Change, though, tough is always the shape of things to come. PIMP LOL. Signed, The InterNetfliXbox360-er In H-er</b></span></span>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>PAWS & BEAR IT!” What? You’ve heard of grin and bear it, right? Well, this is paws… And, bear it! PIMP LOL. I do a lot of both! So, what did Mama bear say to baby bear? Um…we can bear anything. Because that’s the stuff-ing we’re made of. Have a fun day. Folding our hands keeps US from folding. So, we can bear it! Yes! If we “paws” every once in awhile to pray and be thankful, we can def bear it. And, don't forget to grin and bear it every once in while, too. SIGNED, The Paws-er In The Ma's-er</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“EXPAND YOUR HORRORIZONS! What? So, sometimes, when we are told to expand our horizons, they seem like horrorizons. Until we get used to them, all we can see are the horrors of change. Fear. The horrors of stepping into the impossibles. But! As we face our fears, the horrors become comedies. And, then dramas. And, then? Realities. Possibles! Oh! And, that sunset photograph? Was from a trip I took many moons ago! PIMP LOL. It’s in Texas! At that very moment I was standing outside that 455 Trans-Am and looking over the mountains, I could have never imagined all the horizons I would face and step into over my lifetime or still will. Nor, the cop that would later pull me over for doing 125. PIMP LOL. That was a new horrorizon and I learned my lesson. Racing is for the track. Signed, The Horror In T’morrow Is The Next Day’s Yays</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yf7xrGbu2EU/UjMnJ9YEFbI/AAAAAAAAEq4/nQl3FNIKpDY/s1600/1175657_10201295137854966_392512074_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-yf7xrGbu2EU/UjMnJ9YEFbI/AAAAAAAAEq4/nQl3FNIKpDY/s400/1175657_10201295137854966_392512074_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="400" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>♪♫JINGLE BILL ROCK!♪♫ What? So, I am always surprised and thrilled at how much money our antique change jar yields us. I love pouring it out of the jar and into a bag and then into the machine and having it turn into big bucks. Dollar bills. I love the jingle sound. Sounds like Christmas. Only, it's Jingle Bill Rock!" PIMP LOL. To coin a phrase? It changes my day and makes cents to me. Saving your cents just make sense. And, dollars. When I buck up and save our change? We exchange our change at the machine and go to the gas machine. Because the buck stops there. In more ways than one. Have a fun day. Change is good. Now, I bet you are singing ♪♫Jingle Bill Jingle Bill Jingle Bill Rock!♪♫ Am I right? I know I am! Oh! And, am I embarrassed to go into the store and do this? Heck no. No sunglasses. No hat. No big bag. No disguise at all. In fact, I sing that song the whole time. Signed, The Sense Maker In The Cents Saver</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<span style="color: #ffd966;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><b><span id="goog_1580414460"></span><span id="goog_1580414461"></span>“MUSTS & ACHES! What? So, whenever I talk to someone about having to adjust, I tell them that when they have to “face” an adjustment in their life to remember mustaches. Why? Because being flexible and compromising is a MUST! Something you MUST face. And, it ACHES to do so. “Must-aches!” Yep! Being flexible and making adjustments is like mustaches. You MUST face them and they are an ACHE to keep up. Mustaches and must aches! Must be faced! Even if a pain. Or, an ache. PIMP LOL. Signed, The Must Ache Humor In The Mustache Groomer</b></span></span>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“BLOWING AWAY MY WORRY IS JUST DANDY! And, I AIN'T LION!” What? Well, my story is about worry and dandelions. But first, I’m going to start with a rap poem. </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> </span></b></span><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> WORRY, FOR ME, IS...</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> When I get caught</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> Up in a thought</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> Become overwrought,</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> Tied up in a knot.</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> When I should have sought</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> The One without haught</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> Because He already fought</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> To take care of that thought</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> When it was still naught</span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> </span></b><br><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'> So, is that naught what it is for you? When we worry about tomorrow today, our today is lost, and, will even quicker be a yesterday. If we don’t watch out, our today’s become todaze. Take each day AND each daze to the One without haught. The fury you find in all that worry can only make you blurry! PIMP LOL. Taking our worries to God is curing. Because He is caring… Oh. And, the photograph? Well, I was thinking of those dandelions that I used to pick as a kid. You know? The white fluffy ones that you could blow and they would all come off the stem and go off in the wind. You could make a wish. Don’t you wish worries were like that? That’d be dandy just like the dandelions. Maybe that’s what God wanted us to see in them. That life is not always dandy. That we CAN’T just blow them all away, but He can blow us away with love if we take our white fluffy worries to Him. So, I’m jus’ blowin’ ‘way my worries in the wind. And, that is jus’ dandy! and I ain't lion! PIMP LOL. Signed, Trading Worry For Cure-y</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>God’s ways are mysterious. And, waiting for us to jump in with both feet and investigate. And, I’m always hopeful they’ll be a cool pair of boots or shoes to jump into in each mystery. What? You gotta have sole AND soul to seek! Just sayin’… SIGNED, The Defective Detective Who’s Reflective <br> </span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Sadly, the dust bunnies may be losing their extended year-long sanctuary here, soon. If this bunny can get hoppin' today! PIMP LOL. Hope you find sanctuary today. SIGNED, The Hop Behind The Flop<br> </span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>Next week or so I’ll be sending out a care package and a care card. Just a li’l TLC from TLG. That’s me. TLG. Oh my! This Mama would send them every day if she could. But, they have restrictions on using too much Oh Mama Care! What? Can’t ever have enough of Mama’s care. It’s free and preventative medicine. Couldn’t resist a li’l political humor. I believe there will def be laughter in the after. Because, it gives us such powuh in the now uh! Signed, TLC In The TLG<br> </span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>I'm making a Greek salad tonight for supper, but I had taken my contacts out from my eyes still being so puffy and had to put on 2 diff pairs of glasses at the same time to see what I was doing. See, I like to see detail and far range sight. Anyways, I looked pretty nerdy. Even before the glasses. So, instead, I’m calling the finished product a variation on the Greek Salad. I call it the Geek Salad. No “r” necessary. No photographs necessary. SIGNED, The Geek In The Greek</span></b></span>
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<span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b>"THE SHEEK CHIC or THE CHIC SHEIK!" What? So, I’m the kind of chick who finds it chic to turn a decorative CD Stand/Case made to look antique into a Toilet Paper Holder Stand made to look sheek! PIMP LOL. The kind of person to find beauty and humor even in TP. Shock value... Makes thinking so worht it. And, did I mention the TP fits perfect? Signed, Finding The Shock In The Chic</b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“A li’l HORSE WHISPERING!” So, it was really good to practice last night after being sick for so long. Still not 100%. Nay! Not by far. You know how I can tell? I’m a li’l horse today. PIMP LOL. No worries. Gonna gallop right into another band practice later and eventually my strength will come back. You just gotta get back in the saddle sometimes. To stirrup things. Gotta have a funny lesson for today, lessin' we don't learn. So, in keeping with the mane thing…horse? The best grooming one can do for oneself is to bridle one's tongue. In or out of the corral. And, you’ll be a whinny-er. It behooves me to say that! Bridle your tongue. Not your voice! Okay! I’m out the gate with a gait! Off to talk to the Trainer. It will be a l'il hoarse whispering, I think. PIMP LOL. Oh! And, you can tell by the photodrama that I am already thinking of fall and winter... And, fur. Signed, The Filly Who’s A Pilly</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"TRACEBOOKING! TOUCHING A LIFE, TOUCHING A LIKE! BUTTON!” So, we all know great minds think alike, but did you know that great minds on facebook think a "like"? PIMP LOL. You know, I’ve been “ignored, banned, blocked, reported, defriended and hidden” by so many friends here you’d think I’d book it and go somewhere else. Nah! I just keep face-booking it. PIMP LOL. I know that some read my stories, look at my photodrama and listen to our tunes and vids. To make someone smile, laugh or sing along. That’s enough for me. God knows my heart and why I do it. Why we do it. Though, I admit I do book it out there in the real world more. I like facebook-to-facebook for lots of stuff and thankful to be able to share, but face-to-face is more ♥-to-♥. The eyes and the soul reveal more than fb can conceal. That’s the good news AND the bad news. PIMP LOL. I mean just what or why do we post on fb? What do we expect? To be liked by everybody? PIMP LOL. After all… Great minds think alike. But, great minds on facebook think a “like”. DUH LOL. Just kidding. I don’t need no like. I just need a mike. Shure! So, I can go back to singing… And sharing on fb. And, in the real book…of life. I'm thinking a like already. What? Nah. No comment. PIMP LOL. A life touched doesn't always mean a "like" button touched. I know what your great mind is thinking... Love all you fb friends. Same goes for all my other sites. Have a fun week. Gotta book it, now… SIGNED, The Tracebooker</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“TO DOOZ or TO DOZE?” Have you ever had one of those days where a whole week hits you in one day and you’re in a umm…daze?! A daze day. PIMP LOL. When you have one of doze daze, it’s time for a doze. PIMP LOL. I know… You’re thinking…. One of deez daze she’s gonna stop… Nah! Oh! And, if you’re like me? Dozing doesn’t always take the daze away! So, I dooz something. Like music or work or send a card to someone or a note or… Well, you get it. Sometimes, we need to doze. And, sometimes, we need to dooz. Gotta go. Gots things to dooz. SIGNED, The Doze In The Prose & The Pros Of The Doze</span></b><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg"> </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“FINE FONE FUNNY FARM FEATHERED FRIENDS!” So, this morning I was up with the roosters and not too chicken to fly with the eagles. And, even though, all I did was just flap my wings, waddle around like a duck and quack myself up, I know I will fly soon! PIMP LOL. Because, even if you can’t see my wings, He’s there. Giving this bird flight in humor and song and hope. Oh! And, did I mention my rooster is in my cell phone? So, I can command him as to what time to make noise and get me up. He sounds so real, too. He’s a fine feathered fone friend! PIMP LOL. Makes me feel like I’m on the farm. And, not the one you’re thinking of, my fine funny friends. Have a fine evening friends. And, a funny one. Reminds me of a song... Where life is beautiful... PIMP LOL. SIGNED, The Farm Bird With The Invisible Wings Who Could</span></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“THE EARLY BIRD EATS THE EARLY WORD!” Yes, the early bird does get the worm. And, gets fed. But, to get the early Word? Makes the bird sing. AND, get fed! I know… This bird is absurd. Word! Oh! And, speaking of birds? I love to sing. Can I get a witness? And, I love to write real life hope and humor. Can I get a witness? Well, can I get a witless? PIMP LOL. For real, though...in whatever we do? Be legit! THAT will be our witness! Have a legit weekend. That’s my word. On the Word! It’s legit. Check it out! Spread your wings and spread the Word. Or, sing it! Oh! And, we really do have little wormies all over our maple tree and front of the house. Well, caterpillars. But that's another story on my b'log and on my fb wall. So,s hould I "tweet" this? PIMP LOL. Couldn't resist. Have a fun weekend. Miss my girl in our nest today. She's at Disney. Our nest always has room for our li'l birdies. And, worms. And, words. Last thing? I am so feeling Fall today... So, feeling fall... SIGNED, The Bird In The Word Finds The Wit In The Legit —</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgFvr6g4ZCA/Uh90iLsJyII/AAAAAAAAEoE/yQq2INwuFYg/s1600/PicMonkey+Collagetheright+tools.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgFvr6g4ZCA/Uh90iLsJyII/AAAAAAAAEoE/yQq2INwuFYg/s320/PicMonkey+Collagetheright+tools.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="272" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“MALLETS & STILETTOS! YOU GOTTA STILL LET THE RIGHT TOOLS WORK FOR YOU! O!” What? So, I’m fixing to work on my computer and printer. They are broke. So, I got my mechanics shirt and fingerless gloves on! And, my working tools. Stilettos and mallet and flashlight. After all… Even if you give it all you got, you still gotta let the right tools work for you. PIMP LOL. You know you guys, ladies and men, have all picked up something sitting close by instead of running to get a hammer. I’ve used a candle and many other nearby items as a tool. PIMP LOL. But, really? You gotta have the right tools and let the right tools work for you. Like my gloves and studded shoes. They work for me. I can’t work hard without comfort and without being me. And, a mallet to knock my head. In case I can’t come up with any ideas. Or knock the computer. Whichever! Oh! And, the flashlight to see. You gotta see. Reminds me of a tool I got a long time ago from a dear friend that I use on everything. It’s a wrench that adjusts and grips to anything. Mark miller, thank you. Best present ever. Anyways, about mechanics and tools? I always have loved cars and trucks, etc. Racing, too. And, the mechanics of them. Fixing and learning about them. I know. I’m a girl. Doesn’t matter to me. You just gotta have the right tools. BTW, I just got this shirt from a drummer friend. Love it. Fits me. Physically and mentally. Well, spiritually, too. DUH LOL. Because God sure has rebuilt me! He is my Mechanic and provides me with my best tool. Knowing Him. I work for Him. Because He works for me. I "stil-let-him-in-my-life-o! SIGNED, The Mech Girl In The Tech Girl</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_dbNV0M_I/Uh9yu5ziW9I/AAAAAAAAEns/vg141zDNrKA/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_dbNV0M_I/Uh9yu5ziW9I/AAAAAAAAEns/vg141zDNrKA/s400/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="303" width="400" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“TOUCANS, PINK LIGHTS & GARBAGE CANS! I CAN IT OR I CAN!” What? So, what’s new here in PSJ this week? Huge stuff! Garbage cans. PIMP LOL. What? They are huge! So, what’s new there in St. Augustine? Huge stuff! She began her job in the finance office, sang “Don’t Stop Believing’” at a Karaoke party, hung up beautiful pink rose lights in her dorm room and Flagler classes begin today. Moral of the story here? When life hands you garbage, can it, kick it to the curb and move on. Moral of the story there? When life hands you seemingly impossible opportunities, say “I CAN” do it. Kick the doubt to the curb and move into those impossibles. Because the 1st time you step into the impossibles and toss the fear? They become a possible. And, we all know anything is possible. With God. Her going to Flagler gave me many impossibles that became possibles. All year lone. The steps we took. The milestones that day of me traveling have change my hope and perspective greatly. After raveling to Flagler through torrential rain to be there for your girl, any small thing or trip I must do her seems easier. I still have health stuff I’m fighting but it’s not impossible. I love stepping into the impossibles. So keep up those prayers for my daughter and for me and all 3 of us. Adjustments and faith. Require stepping into the impossibles. I am off to work on my brok computer and printer. Then? I plan to get my book started. Oh! And, I think we may have won 1st place in our new song and vid which I will put the money towards our new CD’s. I will post on Saturday the results of the 3 contests. Joke for the day? What did the Toucan say to the other Toucan? You, too, can… If you have faith. Share your color with the world. Have a huge day. CAN the garbage and “I CAN” the rest. SIGNED, The Possible In The Tossible</span></b><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgFvr6g4ZCA/Uh90iLsJyII/AAAAAAAAEoE/yQq2INwuFYg/s1600/PicMonkey+Collagetheright+tools.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgFvr6g4ZCA/Uh90iLsJyII/AAAAAAAAEoE/yQq2INwuFYg/s320/PicMonkey+Collagetheright+tools.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="272" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“MALLETS & STILETTOS! YOU GOTTA STILL LET THE RIGHT TOOLS WORK FOR YOU! O!” What? So, I’m fixing to work on my computer and printer. They are broke. So, I got my mechanics shirt and fingerless gloves on! And, my working tools. Stilettos and mallet and flashlight. After all… Even if you give it all you got, you still gotta let the right tools work for you. PIMP LOL. You know you guys, ladies and men, have all picked up something sitting close by instead of running to get a hammer. I’ve used a candle and many other nearby items as a tool. PIMP LOL. But, really? You gotta have the right tools and let the right tools work for you. Like my gloves and studded shoes. They work for me. I can’t work hard without comfort and without being me. And, a mallet to knock my head. In case I can’t come up with any ideas. Or knock the computer. Whichever! Oh! And, the flashlight to see. You gotta see. Reminds me of a tool I got a long time ago from a dear friend that I use on everything. It’s a wrench that adjusts and grips to anything. Mark miller, thank you. Best present ever. Anyways, about mechanics and tools? I always have loved cars and trucks, etc. Racing, too. And, the mechanics of them. Fixing and learning about them. I know. I’m a girl. Doesn’t matter to me. You just gotta have the right tools. BTW, I just got this shirt from a drummer friend. Love it. Fits me. Physically and mentally. Well, spiritually, too. DUH LOL. Because God sure has rebuilt me! He is my Mechanic and provides me with my best tool. Knowing Him. I work for Him. Because He works for me. I "stil-let-him-in-my-life-o! SIGNED, The Mech Girl In The Tech Girl</span></b></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_dbNV0M_I/Uh9yu5ziW9I/AAAAAAAAEns/vg141zDNrKA/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_dbNV0M_I/Uh9yu5ziW9I/AAAAAAAAEns/vg141zDNrKA/s400/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="303" width="400" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“TOUCANS, PINK LIGHTS & GARBAGE CANS! I CAN IT OR I CAN!” What? So, what’s new here in PSJ this week? Huge stuff! Garbage cans. PIMP LOL. What? They are huge! So, what’s new there in St. Augustine? Huge stuff! She began her job in the finance office, sang “Don’t Stop Believing’” at a Karaoke party, hung up beautiful pink rose lights in her dorm room and Flagler classes begin today. Moral of the story here? When life hands you garbage, can it, kick it to the curb and move on. Moral of the story there? When life hands you seemingly impossible opportunities, say “I CAN” do it. Kick the doubt to the curb and move into those impossibles. Because the 1st time you step into the impossibles and toss the fear? They become a possible. And, we all know anything is possible. With God. Her going to Flagler gave me many impossibles that became possibles. All year lone. The steps we took. The milestones that day of me traveling have change my hope and perspective greatly. After raveling to Flagler through torrential rain to be there for your girl, any small thing or trip I must do her seems easier. I still have health stuff I’m fighting but it’s not impossible. I love stepping into the impossibles. So keep up those prayers for my daughter and for me and all 3 of us. Adjustments and faith. Require stepping into the impossibles. I am off to work on my brok computer and printer. Then? I plan to get my book started. Oh! And, I think we may have won 1st place in our new song and vid which I will put the money towards our new CD’s. I will post on Saturday the results of the 3 contests. Joke for the day? What did the Toucan say to the other Toucan? You, too, can… If you have faith. Share your color with the world. Have a huge day. CAN the garbage and “I CAN” the rest. SIGNED, The Possible In The Tossible</span></b><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqyha_aUU7k/Uh50n2E8lnI/AAAAAAAAEnc/Cc_FYwQObcI/s1600/PicMonkey+Collagemothcaterpillars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqyha_aUU7k/Uh50n2E8lnI/AAAAAAAAEnc/Cc_FYwQObcI/s400/PicMonkey+Collagemothcaterpillars.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="316" width="400" /></a><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“CATERIN’ TO PILLARS & MOTHS! HYSTERICALLY HISTORICAL!” So! I had posted a story about moths and mothman last month. They had covered our outside all around the lights at night. Wild stuff. Well, they are gone, but they laid eggs and now our house is covered with these little caterpillars all day. I read where they love maples and eat them through December. I wondered why my maple looks bare already and the caterpillars are all over it. As I looked closer, they are all over it and on the trunk and they climb up along the roof edge and all over that wall by the maple. Wild stuff! That nature! Anyways, no worries. I love bugs and all that wild outside stuff. Never a dull moment if you look. There is always mystery. Thanks to our Creator. He is our pillar and He caters pillars to us in the form of nature every day. Great big eye-opening mysteries. Pillars! Some hysterical and some historical. Have a fun day. Look for the mystery and make history. Be a caterer of pillars. SIGNED, The Historical Buggy Lover In The Hysterical Huggy Mother</span></span></b><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"THE SOFFIT SPIDER WHO SAW FIT TO!" OK, so here's another photograph to add to our Flagler Fotos. Why a photograph of a humungous spider? Because it was in our car the night before our trip and we were wondering where it got to. I guess it decided to stay behind and watch over our home and hang out on the soffits. Why? Cuz it saw fit! PIMP LOL. It's one of those humorous spiders that does it's own thing when it sees fit to. And, this one soffit to. It's been hanging around me too long. A rached my head for this story. PIMP LOL. Now, be sure and check out the rest of our photodrama in this photo album. If you see fit to. Lots of others soffit to. SIGNED, Cuz I Saw Fit To</span></b></span>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/PtHFLfWbt0c" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/15017242013-08-28T07:40:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:42-05:00ON MY SHIP I MIGHT FLAIL, BUT I DON'T FAIL! I FIND AN ANCHOR IN THE RANCOR!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s0Ax6VKSmw/Uh4Z5bJ6OXI/AAAAAAAAEm8/8TWqKG0K9-Y/s1600/1147616_10201209113744417_1991505634_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s0Ax6VKSmw/Uh4Z5bJ6OXI/AAAAAAAAEm8/8TWqKG0K9-Y/s400/1147616_10201209113744417_1991505634_o.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="253" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"ON MY SHIP I MIGHT FLAIL, BUT I DON'T FAIL! I FIND AN ANCHOR IN THE RANCOR" What? Attention! All hands on deck! Hands folded and praying, of course! And, please! Why? Because, anytime this ship is being tossed about and I don’t want it to sink and I don’t want to be flailing my hands about forever, which would be uncouth, I pray! PIMP LOL. Have a great day. Never give up. Flail for a time if you must, but don't fail for a minute. You have an anchor! Trust the maker of the calm and balm, as well as the crashes and flashes. He is my anchor. And, you can see in the photograph that I tossed my anchor in the fountain so I can stop flailing about and learn how to spit like these froggies and sing like the turtles. You know? Be content to never give up. Have a fun day. This ship is sailing off for now to. Find your anchor in the rancor. Find your "Fountain Of Couth!" PIMP LOL. SIGNED, The Smooth Sailing In The Uncouth Flailing</span></span>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'><b>"THAT'S RIGHT!" Stuff makes us tuff. Keeps our spirits buff! Even in the ruff. Even, when you're not up to snuff. OK. Enuff! No reason to be gruff. Or go off in a huff. Or, get all puff't! Up! SIGNED, Just My Fluff & Puff In The Stuff</b></span></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlT7lmJu3l4/Uh4YVqaJBvI/AAAAAAAAEmo/GEH4J_rtwCM/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlT7lmJu3l4/Uh4YVqaJBvI/AAAAAAAAEmo/GEH4J_rtwCM/s400/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="278" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“I TRIP AT WALMART!” So, this week has been milestones. I went to the oldest city in the country in the oldest boots in the country. For comfort, of course. Then, I went myself to the oldest grocery store in the oldest boots in the country with the oldest feeling person. Me. Then, today? I went to the oldest Walmart (which is a once a year only excursion) in the oldest heels to get some material to fix the newest shirt my daughter bought for her college trip, but it needed straps. So, while I was in the store choosing a gorgeous rose material for straps, my shoe straps on both shoes tore and I was walkin’ around like the oldest shopper in the world. PIMP LOL. Yes. I guess I would have been one of those PEOPLE OF Walmart on the vids. I took a trip to Walmart AND I took a trip and fell at Walmart in these shoes when they broke. No worries. I regained my composure quite quick. If I just hadn’t ripped my pants. JUST Kiddin! So, when I got home, I cut off the straps which look like dog collars and voila! New heels. And, they fit better. Sometimes, the oldest can feel so new. I forgot to mention that I pulled up in an old worn out car. The oldest in the country. My mother-in-law driving and me in the back seat cuz the front door was broke. PIMP LOL. How is that for Walmart people! Now! On to sewing and then maybe finally. Yes! Some sleep? Yes… My milestones are made possible by my Rock. Signed, The Sewer In The Sower</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/8xsgQGtmh2s" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/15017282013-08-28T07:31:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:42-05:00TO SEAR or TO BROWN? THAT IS THE QUESTION! SEARIOUSLY!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WCg6S9yagyA/UhYWEOznz6I/AAAAAAAAEmU/gkAi46wi1EE/s1600/575889_10200568379846470_1121895791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-WCg6S9yagyA/UhYWEOznz6I/AAAAAAAAEmU/gkAi46wi1EE/s400/575889_10200568379846470_1121895791_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="375" /></a><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'></span></b><span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“PEAKS, PEEKS & RAGAMUFFINS!” Yes! I just snuck in and took a peek at my college bound girl sleeping late in her bed for 1 of the last mornings for awhile. Sure gonna miss those peeks. They give my day peaks. Well, I will just have to seek other ways to peek in on her. We will def text, skype, call and write. Also, thank you guys for praying for me these past days. Been very very ill for a long time and I still am as I write this. And, I am sure most of you are sick of me being sick and writing about it. AND! I don’t understand why I would have to be at this important time, but I am still trusting God, though I feel like a ragamuffin, inside and out. God knows my heart. That’s the good news, the bad news. And, the Good News! A wise man and friend, told me the 1st part of that! And, I added the 2nd part. PIMP LOL. Appreciate you guys all putting up with me being selfish this past week. Please keep lifting up the prayers through our trip Saturday and beyond. Your prayers give me peaks and let me know you're peeking in on me and caring. And, that? Makes this ragamuffin feel less peaked. PIMP LOL. Must have humor in the midst. Must have whoas in the midst of woes. I do not claim to understand suffering, nor like it, though I do peek in on God a lot during those times... SIGNED, The Seeker In The Peeker In The Ragamuffin</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“FRESH STARTS, FRESHMEN & FRESH WOMEN!” So, I started my morn with a refreshing long shower and prayers and a bit of fresh fruit. Could use some health prayers, guys, for a breath of fresh air to enter my head and lungs and body today. See, I’m shopping for college with my girl in a bit. And, I've always felt the strain of what my health does to me and those around me. I do so try to hide it in my humor and music and just living and enjoy life and be a refreshing person and Mama to be around. But, you guys know I'm an open book. I've always felt guilty and continually apologizing to everyone for being sickly and not having a stomach and wanting to be like every other person, which is dumb, I know. So, maybe I need a fresh start, too. I apologize! PIMP LOL. Anyways, we will enjoy today, no matter what. Each day is a fresh new start and you never know how it may end. What's important is to get up and start it! Just thankful to be able to be with her as she soon begins her fresh new start in 1 week. Hope your day is refreshing. Us fresh women are off! SIGNED, The Freshman & The Fresh Woman</span></b></span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“CARS, TUNE-UPS & SERVICE STATIONS!” So, we’re taking the car in this morning to our fave guy and service station to make sure it's ready for the trip to college in 1 week. Been going to Billie and his place, Union Sales, for over 20 years and is the only place around like that anymore. Love supporting him. Plus, he’s fair and honest. Anyways, the car is 13 years old, so, it needs to be handled with care. And, I'll be heading to my fave body shop and soul station today and all this next week to get me ready, too. Although, I'm just a li'l older than 13. PIMP LOL. His place is always open and I'm sure I'll be there every day this week to get handled with care. Been going to His place now for a long time. He’s fair and honest, too. So, keep me in your prayers to not just be there for her big day, but be well. You get what I’m driving at, right? PIMP LOL. Hope to be traveling and driving a lot more after this. Oh. And, the photodrama? Me in my garage with our car where we do tune-ups and up tunes. And, speaking of them? Here’s a cover of a Robbie Robertson song we did out there with a li’l camera for fun. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DJXE3_mR9398&h=5AQEQ2J0r&s=1">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXE3_mR9398</a> Have fun watching and listening and take care! Stop by His service station soon. And, Billie’s. Or, you're nearby local service station before there's none left. SIGNED, The Driver In The Survivor</span></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>Sometimes it’s way too hard to find the whoas in the woes without a wading through a few wahs wahs! Cry me a river! Jus’ sayin’! Still, I look. And, find. SIGNED, The Whoaman In Me</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b><span style='font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;'>“SPURTS, SPOTS & SPOUTS!” I know my flowers and the earth so needed this short li’l spurt of rain we just got refreshed with, but I so needed it, too… Can’t rightly explain the exact reason. I just did. I guess because it’s refreshing and grounds me. So bloomin’ thankful for the li’l things that ground us. Especially in the midst of the big things that confound us. We all need those light spurts of rain when we’re in tight spots of drain. So we don’t spout off. PIMP LOL. And, as you can see by the water on the ground, we so need a downspout now that we’ve finished painting and all. Because when it rains, the water really pours! Off the roof and makes a big mess in the mulch. Always floods a line along my front garden. Future work. SIGNED, Gotta Get Dirty To Stay Grounded & Gotta Get Rained On To Keep The Drained Off</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<br><img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/apHmGmkWHbc" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/14047232013-08-14T11:02:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:42-05:00A Pear Of Gingered Chicken Breasts!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHsbGM15iZA/UgvT6UNprxI/AAAAAAAAEko/E5qMSA9V-Xk/s1600/pears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHsbGM15iZA/UgvT6UNprxI/AAAAAAAAEko/E5qMSA9V-Xk/s320/pears.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="290" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;">“A Pear Of Gingered Chicken Breasts!” So, what is that? It’s my new “out of necessity” food creation. I can’t have most bottled sauces or much of anything, so I had to get creative and come up with something to put in wraps, which I can have a few bites of. I do love making recipes out of my cookbooks, but I can’t eat most of the fine food in them that I used to cook all my life. Still cook some of the things for the fam and others. But, this is something for me. I was remembering an old recipe for baked chicken with a layer of peaches over the chicken layer and topped with a layer of bisquick. Got me thinking about pears, which I love. So, I came up with the “A Pear Of Gingered Chicken Breasts”. Sautéed! And, simple. Just slice up chicken breasts like you would do for fajitas and slice up some pears and also add a can of pears in heavy pear syrup. Yep. Marinade overnight. Next day, drain very well, sprinkle with a bit of ginger and sauté’ in butter and honey. Very light and tasty, but I would like to enhance it a bit next time and think of a way to make it have more sauce. Might even try an apple next time. See if that apple-als to me. I sure hope my bod can handle this new recipe. Running out of stuff I can eat. Well, that’s my new recipe and that’s a wrap! Oh! And, I just found out a little while ago that my Dad was taken by ambulance to the hospital for his heart. Please be a peach and keep him in your prayers. And, my Mom. A pear of prayers. Hope that apple-als to you. Well, I may not always cook by the book, but I try to live by the Good Book. SIGNED, The Not So By The Book Cook</span>
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<![endif]--><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vo7p7CU_ryA/UgpgeXg1-pI/AAAAAAAAEkM/qZajnAjo1dM/s1600/meincogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-vo7p7CU_ryA/UgpgeXg1-pI/AAAAAAAAEkM/qZajnAjo1dM/s400/meincogs.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="287" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>IN-A-COG-NEATO: When your wheels are always turning and sometimes, your thoughts get stuck in a few of the cogs in the wheels along the way and become disguised as busy-ness or sadness or hermit-ness or oblivion-ness. We can all get bogged down in the cogs and disguised in a fog. That’s when it’s time to stop thinking, stop hiding out, take off the shades, be still, be quiet and call on God to tidy up the thoughts and the mess we sometimes make of things. Clear our fog. Make our messes neat! O! You know what I mean, right? I know He helps get me out of the bog of cogs and fogs and gets me turning smooth again. Until then? I’m “in-a-cog-neato”! Because I’m too transparent. An open book, wearing my shades that hide my eyes. Because you can’t disguise the eyes of my heart. What it doesn’t mean is that I walk around saying “neato” I am so glad I am in a cog and a fog. Yay. No. Though, I do try to keep humor and music in the midst of the fog. Just sayin’. Everyone gets down or feels like hiding out or being in disguise. I do try to find the whoas in the woes, faithfully, not fake-fully. Even when I’m “in-a-cog-neato”! And, especially when I see others “in-a-cog-neato!” Sometimes, we’re a cog in the wheel, and sometimes we’re wheel! But, God is there. Maybe incogneato, with His mystery shades, but there. Wheely! We all like to have our cognition going at full speed. Our ability to think, have reason, attention, learning, understanding, memory, etc. Not stuck in a cog. But stuck in cognition. I know I’ve been cogniZzzz when I should have been cognizant! PIMP LOL. Have a neat week! Incognition. Not incognito. SIGNED, Disguise The Eyes Not The Heart</span></b></span>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/P8Qhx1k7vbo" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/13861892013-08-12T10:44:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:41-05:00THE REMEDY OF COMEDY IS A MELODY IN YOUR MALADY!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FGMVsGes70/UgktAQUUEQI/AAAAAAAAEj8/OU9W4UqR_9E/s1600/PicMonkey+Collageremedy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FGMVsGes70/UgktAQUUEQI/AAAAAAAAEj8/OU9W4UqR_9E/s400/PicMonkey+Collageremedy.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="336" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"THE REMEDY OF COMEDY IS A MELODY IN YOUR MALADY" My father-in-law was a jokester and loved humor, too, and always used to tell me that when I laughed it sounded like I was also singing. So, I called it laughsing instead of laughing. So, it fits my saying today: The remedy of comedy is a melody in your malady. Laughter in the midst of a malady IS a sweet melody and a remedy. Or, as most of you say it? Laughter is the best medicine. And, the cheapest. So, go find the laugh in your path. Oh! And, the collage photodrama? One is Poppie, my father-in-law, playing some tunes, when he was in the war. And, another is him sitting on our old front porch at our old River House right next to my fave rocker he gave me. Yes, I’m a rocker who’s off her rocker! PIMP LOL. But, just to take this shot. And, the other photograph? Two of my engineers I worked with at the Space Center. We all had maladies on this day and decided some humor and pizza was in store. And, of course, I thought of staging this photo for a joke I just told them about how many KSC DOD engineers does it take to play a guitar? 1 to hold it, 1 to strum it and 1 to find a suitable acronym for the event. PIMP LOL. But, really? They were a great team to work with. Had a lot of comedy remedies in our days as a team. SIGNED, Dr. Laughsinger & Dr. Finder...Of The Whoas In The Woes</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaeFUmWGQ80/UgkryUjWKpI/AAAAAAAAEjw/drIBcotVrn0/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaeFUmWGQ80/UgkryUjWKpI/AAAAAAAAEjw/drIBcotVrn0/s320/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="236" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Our mailbox has seen better days. And, debtor days. And, letter days. Though, the last one is rare these days. So, hug your mailbox because it not be around too much longer. And, write a letter, Signed, The Letter Writer In The Fettered Fighter</b></span></span></span>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“2nd PLACE FOR THE WIN! PLACES & RACES!” What? So, I was talking about relationships with my girl this morning… If you want to know your PLACE in any relationship? See how you handle it when they’re in your FACE, on your CASE and in your SPACE. Or have to CHASE them down in the same room. Just to get a TRACE of attention. If you can make it through those times without MACE-ing them, then you have done well. You have placed 2nd in the relationship RACE! Why not 1st? Because if you can make it through any relationship, it’s by PLACE-ing them 1st. BRACE yourself! It’s a RACE that is won by PLACE-ing 2nd. Oh! And, the photos? Another nice breeze, blowing the feathers and the leaves… Sounds like a song. Also, wearing my 2nd place shoulder ribbon. You probably can’t read the 2nd place on it. And, yes, I got a li’l color from the sun yesterday. Funny thing is? I used this lotion on my face last night and woke up with my eyes swelled shut and face twice the size. Had to use ice just to put my contacts on. I just can’t use anything on this body. It reacted like most foods do me. No complaints. Just put a fluffy blue feather barrette in my hair to draw attention away from the puffy! Still in the RACE. Just with a big FACE. PIMP LOL. Life’s not a breeze. It’s a RACE with breezes along the way. So, heading back inside today. Maybe some music. Garnet Rose and I will have to paint my chair tomorrow. But, that's another story. Another race. SIGNED, The 2nd Placer In The Tracer</span></span></b><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhCPyAkuWuA/Ugfn9hPZOdI/AAAAAAAAEjU/JI_6QE2nAWk/s1600/wingends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhCPyAkuWuA/Ugfn9hPZOdI/AAAAAAAAEjU/JI_6QE2nAWk/s320/wingends.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="241" width="320" /></a><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Wingin' It This Wingend!" What? So, like I said in my "Summer Breeze" post earlier this evening, we're havin' wings grilled to perfection and homemade sauce, biscuits, real butter, steamed corn and salad. Ate together in the living room for one of our last Friday nights together for awhile. We've always had family Fridays. Used to watch Monk and Psych or do music or play Vid or board games and then have "Funky Female Friday" later where we would do girlie stuff all night and play the ABC game, etc. They'll be many more nights... Just diff. Have a fun wingend. SIGNED, The Cook With The Hook In The Wingend</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM2cK_M39v0/UgfnPU3Y51I/AAAAAAAAEjE/aQ_lK7c62f0/s1600/summerbreeze,jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM2cK_M39v0/UgfnPU3Y51I/AAAAAAAAEjE/aQ_lK7c62f0/s400/summerbreeze,jpg.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="321" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"SUMMER BREEZE!" ♪♫ Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind. Insert guitar licks…♪♫ Yep. A summer breeze, makes me feel fine… Well, at least a bit better. I sat outside again today and I was eating ice chips 'stead of potato chips because I can't have chips. Life can be cold. DUH LOL. But, I can't have all that salt or other stuff in it. Can't have much, but I'm outside in the breezy heat, and me thinks the ice chips are cool. PIMP LOL. I know! I’m all that and a bag of ice chips! At least, that’s something! Anyways, computer and me still broke and broken, but sayin’ I’m feelin’ fine is way betta than layin’ on the whine. And, besides? The jasmine is coming back on my front porch after cutting back for painting and it is blowing through my mind today. Hope you guys have a breezy weekend. I made home-made BBQ sauce and Sam is going to grill chicken wings while I make salads and Garnet Rose husks corn for steamed corn-on-the cob. I have figured out a fewof the issues in safe-mode with my computer and I know the printer is shot and is causing the blue screen because I uninstalled and disconnected and that took care of one problem. Though, I must have a printer and there are many other issues. Anyways, supper will take my mind off me and the computer and put it back on the summer breeze and the jasmine. And, the smell of fine food. Without the whine. Cuz, we don’t drink. Or complain. PIMP LOL. Oh! And, "Summer Breeze"? Just one of my all-time fave songs by Seals & Croft. No. Life ain't always a breeze. But, 'stead of complaining and layin' on the whine, I like to be thankful to God and find the fine. SIGNED, The Singer In The Winger & The Fine Without The Whine</span></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj5j96hpJic/UgfmYyEfydI/AAAAAAAAEi4/aayywi9IJzU/s1600/bamguise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj5j96hpJic/UgfmYyEfydI/AAAAAAAAEi4/aayywi9IJzU/s320/bamguise.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="246" width="320" /></a><b><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'><span id="goog_254415034"></span><span id="goog_254415035"></span>"THE GUYS & ME! AND, MY GUISE! Sunny, Air-on, Elm-er, Mr. Maple, Mr. Pine, Bud and Honey!" So, here's the convo between my lungs and those guys just mentioned all under the guise of the outdoors. Just now. “Look, Sunny, I know you’re hot! And, Mr. Air-on, I know you’re being fresh with me, but actually this is one of those times when I AM just here for my health, not the wealth! Of great guys around. PIMP LOL." Just kidding! But, really! Guys like Sunny. So hot. Mr Air. So fresh. Elm-er. So strong and handsome and stately. Mr. Maple. So much green to go around. Mr. Bud R. Fly. So fly and gorgeous. And, Pine-y! Stop needling me. Oh! And, can’t leave out Mr. Honey Suckle Vine. So sweet and doesn’t mind being called by his first name, Honey. Like me. PIMP LOL. Hey! All you guys put me in mind of how my girl and I used to sit out here and eat black cherry popsicles. I think I’ll see if she wants to have one with me. Make a memory. Only 2 weeks now. Don’t be jealous guys. We love you. Anyways, the outdoors is healing. Brought to you by our Mighty God. Just what and Who I need. Now, that's a guise to be under. SIGNED, The Kneeling In The Healing</span></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span></b>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0XuJ6I02aA/UgfkuRMegUI/AAAAAAAAEic/XdvHN5EXBYU/s1600/zipitsh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0XuJ6I02aA/UgfkuRMegUI/AAAAAAAAEic/XdvHN5EXBYU/s320/zipitsh.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“EASY? HARDLY!” What? So, you guys know, at times, it's hardly easy to do the right thing. In fact, easily hard! Other times, you hardly have to think because it's so easy to do the right thing. Still, other times, being wronged hardly feels right and you're left feeling uneasy and easily hardened. But, at any time, doing the right thing leaves you with nothing left to do. PIMP LOL. I know... That was just so wrong! Easy now. What can I say? A lot. But, it’s what I WON’T say that says a lot more! After all thet? My lips are sealed. Well, zipped! Because, maybe the right in the fight might be the wrong in the song, but a zipper lipper says a lot more! And, sings a better song. Sometimes, when we don't zip our lips, we shoot from the hip instead of being hip. To the hush. SIGNED, Hip To The Zip</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>“SQUIRRELS & LAURELS!” What? So, I’m burnin’ up the keyboard and my brain trying to fix my email program and the whole computer. Seems some squirrels hacked and messed it up again and I can’t seem to get it to work. Both the computer and my brain! PIMP LOL. Nutty stuff. There’s a .msi file missing, so if you need to email me, try fb or calling because I’m not sure when I will succeed. But, I’m a computer nerd and freak and detective of computer problems which makes me a Frerd Detective. So, I must figure this out. Today, I was supposed to be resting on my laurels, not being pestered with jesting by the squirrels. Oh well. The squirrels know me and my laurels well and we shall all be resting on my laurels soon. Before my hands burn up. And, my brain. Signed, The Squirrels In My Laurels Know The Jester & Pester In My Rester</span></b></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style='font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;'>"A Lines & Bee Lines!" What? Well, instead of skirting the issue, we should try dressing it up in truth. It’d be a feather in our caps! PIMP LOL. Just messing with ya. And, yes. That’s a real feather in that cap. And, a real skirt. And, a real dress… Now, the boot? Just a symbol of my boots. To keep kickin’ boot and wearing truth. Yep! That's what I saw when I went into my room to get a pair of jeans out of my dresser... Oh! And, joke for this? Ummm...make a Bee line straight to the truth. Or, in this case? Make an A line! PIMP LOL. That's a skirt style, guys! SIGNED, The Dresser In The Messer</span></b><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1N14B86OZg/UgFzEQSUD-I/AAAAAAAAEh0/If_l5JX-gAk/s1600/100_7136.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1N14B86OZg/UgFzEQSUD-I/AAAAAAAAEh0/If_l5JX-gAk/s400/100_7136.png" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="298" width="400" /></a><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">“Elephants In Their Elements & Humorist's Humerus!” What? So, today is a 2-part story. I’ve been feeling like an elephant lately. Both my brain with memory and my body and lungs with slowness and heaviness. So, I decided to trade in the “feeling like the elephants” for “feeling a bit of the elements”! Before I step in it, right? PIMP LOL. As you can see by the sky? The clouds and storms are squeezing out the sun, but not the fresh air. I love fresh air and sun. But, a li’l is a lot today. Time to go back in and await the storm. Listen to some music. Now, that’s being in my element. SIGNED, Nothin’ Eloquent ‘bout This Elephant Writing ‘bout The Elements</span></b>
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<b>My other thoughts for today about body parts and humor: Sometimes you plan ahead. And, sometimes you plant a foot. PIMP LOL. You know? Sometimes, you know you gotta make plans before putting feet to them, but sometimes? You just gotta do it. Plant your feet to the ground and get to work with the help of some elbow grease. But, in either case? Folding the hands and bending the knees helps you plan ahead AND plant a foot via the elbows! Signed, The Humorist Who Wears Her Feelings On Her Humerus</b>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA_Tn6_3kk4/Uf_NCNT57yI/AAAAAAAAEhk/p0Gd2j2ckEU/s1600/garnetcart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA_Tn6_3kk4/Uf_NCNT57yI/AAAAAAAAEhk/p0Gd2j2ckEU/s400/garnetcart.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="378" width="400" /></a><b style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"1 Wheel Short Of A Fool Grocery Cart!" So, yes, my wheels are always turning. Especially when things aren't the best. I got a lot of grocery store-ies, too! PIMP LOL. And, you notice by the comment that she was missing a wheel on her cart. She knew something was amiss! Yes! And, this is proof she is right. Click to see how fool my cart is! <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200500307104694&set=t.1668094552&type=3&theater">https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200500307104694&set=t.1668094552&type=3&theater</a> As you saw if you clicked on the photo? I was one wheel short of a "fool" grocery cart! PIMP LOL. Have a fun day. Really? My grocery cart is always full of soul food. Especially when I'm a wheel short. Especially when something is amiss. Especially when I'm pushed! PIMP LOL. SIGNED, The Wheels Turn While I Learn</span></b>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwmzr01QRWU/Uf_MF62vChI/AAAAAAAAEhY/k7kLM6AnBRw/s1600/skypetype7070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwmzr01QRWU/Uf_MF62vChI/AAAAAAAAEhY/k7kLM6AnBRw/s320/skypetype7070.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="310" width="320" /></a><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f4cccc;">“SKYPE HYPE!” So, three weeks from tonight, at this time, I will be Skyping, then typing, then wiping... Skyping my girl good night at college for the 1st time, and after that, typing a note to text her for her 1st day of classes for the 1st time at college, and then privately shedding a few tears. NOT for the 1st time! PIMP LOL. Then, wiping them away so no one notices. It’s hard to believe it came so fast… When she was little, instead of Skype, it was diap. Now, that’s a change! PIMP LOL. Instead of type, it was pipe. Blowing bubbles through a little pipe. And, instead of wipe (my tears), it was wipe hers. PIMP LOL. Why the phone photograph? I was thinking how in the past that’s all we had to talk to our parents. Now? We can Skype and type (text) and then privately wipe… And, all that hype. So glad. I’m hyped for the Skype! Finally! Oh! And, I’m extremely tired and exhausted this past couple weeks from health stuff, so I would so appreciate your prayers for the upcoming move and trip. I’ll be doing a lot of resting to help fix this being wiped out! Thank you guys. Oh! And, time really does fly and so do our kids. Out of the nest. So, spend time helping them spread those wings. Under His wings... SIGNED, The Beholdin’ Mama In The Unfoldin’ Drama</span></b>
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<b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #e06666;">“WINDOWS & DOORS!” So, having the internet and social sites allows all of us to connect with so many we never could have, local and far, and I am thankful so much for it. I have used the internet to open windows for others to see into my world. Windows without blinds and curtains blowing back allowing the fresh air of friendship and hope and humor and music to come in. All via my stories and our music. Hoping others will find the whoas in the woes and amusing in the accusing with me. But, a window was never meant to replace the front door. I’m not knocking the window. I just like knocking the door. PIMP LOL. And, others to knock the door. Like I said, changed my life being able to share my heart through the internet. I can’t always use front doors, either. Just saying that if able and if local, the door is always easier to walk through than a window. Oh, I know most times, these days, with internet, it’s much easier to just look through the window and see and know what’s going on without really being in someone’s life. You can give “kinds words” through the window, but you can give “kind you”, mind you, through the door. I don’t want to end so serious so I will throw in my window knock-knock joke. Here goes: It’s about my 2 friends, Window and Shutter. It seems they had a bad argument! So, here goes the joke about the situation between them. Knock, knock? Who's there? Shutter! Shutter who? I shutter at the thought of facing Window today! If I don't open up and air things out? It could be curtains for me! PIMP LOL TNT. I know sometimes, as the saying goes, when God closes a door He opens a window, but I also think if we close a window, sometimes we will actually open the door! I am sorry if my window has become streaky and my door squeaky. I try very hard not let that happen. Maybe I need to take some time to just clean and oil them. Meantime, my back door will be open... SIGNED, The Squeaky & Streaky In The Meeky & Geeky</span></b>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmz_lVBPfN8/UfQtyqYuOuI/AAAAAAAAEgs/l3PRfP2yZAw/s1600/tightttt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmz_lVBPfN8/UfQtyqYuOuI/AAAAAAAAEgs/l3PRfP2yZAw/s320/tightttt.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>"TIGHTROPES & HEARTSTRINGS!" So, my fave five famous female singers? Ruth Copeland, Eva Cassidy, Bonnie Raitt, Bonnie Bramlett & Joyce Kennedy! Fave five guys? Paul Rodgers, Joe Cocker, Amos Lee, Travis Tritt & Bob Seger! I do have many more famous and not so famous ones that are right up there that I could make into a long long string of a talent tightrope, but if I had to list… There are just so many tight singers and bands out there. I heard of one that's very b.a.s.i.c.! PIMP LOL. Have a tight weekend! Take a chance and stop by our b.a.s.i.c. stuff at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.basicband.biz&h=JAQGH1Y1R&s=1">www.basicband.biz</a> Signed, The Singer In The Stringer Walkin’ A Tight Rope</b></span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cX41Xd7uW5A/UdyfoujAgwI/AAAAAAAAEgI/GIMWLJmWj_g/s1600/putemup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-cX41Xd7uW5A/UdyfoujAgwI/AAAAAAAAEgI/GIMWLJmWj_g/s400/putemup.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="226" /></a><b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">“DISCOVER WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF! DO YOU HANDLE IT OR “FIST”LE IT?!” So, I just Discovered that my name on our Discover account is Yosie. What?!@? See, I called to tell them they made the same mistake for the 3rd time on our account of making a double payment. My Discover was once had paid off back when I got very sick. Had to get my affairs in order. Paid off all our credit cards and vehicle when I was very ill with my KSC savings. Not enough for the house. Darn. Didn’t want to leave them with burdens. Anyways, I’m still here and we’ve had a few burdens so we used Discover and they screwed me again by taking out a double payment. We aren’t rich enough anymore to keep a real padded account so it’s close! And, with college, etc, it was re-e-e-al close. So, anyways, when I called they asked very meanly and sarcastically if Yosie was there because Tracy didn’t have permission to talk about this account. I asked them if they asked permission from Yosie to take out the double payment out of her account. Along with several other questions. The lady kept hollering without letting me get a word in. I mean come on. Yo! My name is not Yosie! It’s Tracy. She was so belligerent and I got pretty upset and almost irate. IRATE LOL (see link for my newest acronym <a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/tracy-glenn/irate-lol/10151521220873404">https://www.facebook.com/notes/tracy-glenn/irate-lol/10151521220873404</a>). I gotta find humor in the madly ridiculous! Anyways, I discovered that I was tired and needed to talk to God about it and lay my burdens down and then call Discover back to fix it...quickly. When stuff happens, we discover what we’re made of. I handled it. Instead of “fist”ling it! DUH LOL. But, I did insist on speaking to the manager and then his manager and then his until I discovered how persistence and patience and, yes, pleasantness under extreme pettiness, pays off, as usual. I discovered 3 times was enough for me. I know, easier said than done, but sometimes we have to kindly put up with instead of put ‘em up…in anger. When tempers flare, tenderness is rare. Don’t get burnt with a bad temper. Keep it rare. With tenderness… Discover the deep-down. And, He will say: well done faithful servant! SIGNED, I Discovered Laying My Burdens Down Is Debt-free With All The Credit To God</span></b>
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“FREE!” So, I received an email that said I was an original free spirit in all I do. PIMP LOL. I think they meant crazy! But, it got me thinking! Freely! PIMP LOL. I like to be a free thinker always trying to be on the brink of thinking up something unique. I like to be original, funny and musical. And, put my stuff out there on the internet to connect and link up with others. I also like to fix stuff, write, decorate and work my magic. So, that makes me a free thinker, a free brinker, a free inker, a free linker, a free tinker-er, a free stinker, a free singk-er! And, a free blinker workin’ my magic. Just kiddin’. Now, I’m a free shrinker! Cuz, really? My help comes my God who gives me all I need to be me. I am a free drinker of the water of life. BTW? The photodrama is me freely thinking that I will next paint the grass purple! After painting the jeans and the blue brick walls. Still can't decide on a color for the trees... SIGNED, The Free In Me</span></b>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2B7ujFxKlQ/UcxNZ1vcxXI/AAAAAAAAEes/hysEsqsO5xA/s960/onlyway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2B7ujFxKlQ/UcxNZ1vcxXI/AAAAAAAAEes/hysEsqsO5xA/s400/onlyway.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="316" width="400" /></a><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">"THE ONLY WAY..." The only way I know what I can learn to do is to think and work my way into the “I don’t know how’s”! Step from the safety of capables into the incapables. The only way I know how to learn to not be afraid to do something is to be afraid and still do it. Step from the safety of the comfortables into the uncomfortables. The only way I get to be an original and better singer is to sing what I can’t until I can and what I don’t know how until I know how. Step from the safety of abilities into the inabilities! The only way I know how to enable others to laugh at my original humor and hope is to share it. Oh! And, to laugh myself. To step from the suffering into the “suffering succotash!” PIMP LOL. The only way I know if someone is gonna read my original stories and listen to our original music is to put it out there and see. In an original way. The only way I know how to be a better person? Is to not think myself better than any person. And! The only way I really know how to be unique? See everyone else uniquely… SIGNED, The Always Trying Singer, Comedian, Writer & Believer In Me…On My Way, My Way & His Way</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/jyZL_HXNVSQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262462013-06-27T06:32:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00ROCKERS R RIGHT AS RAIN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“ROCKERS R RIGHT AS RAIN!” What? So, you know, a sure way to bring the rain is to go out and sit in the sun. DUH LOL. Was just taking a few minutes to get my lungs and head some fresh air and watch a storm brewing off in the distance. Well, it WAS in the distance. PIMP LOL. Came upon me fast! As you can see by my empty lawn chair and this photograph being taken from my front porch. Speaking of my front porch? Stop by and sit a spell. There’s always a rocker available. And a rocker chair! PIMP LOL. Cuz, I’m always off mine. Have a rocking day. Here’s the link to go sit there: <a href="http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/">http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/</a> Oh! And, speaking of storms brewing? Sometimes, there’s nothing we CAN do but watch until it gets close enough to prepare. Sometimes, we bail out and make a run for it. Sometimes, we have to sit in the midst of it. With any storm or life storm, the rain amidst the lightning and thunder is like the refreshing tingling amongst the terror and torture. And, some storms last a moment or two. Others? Seem like a lifetime. But, in either case? You're never alone... You have an umbrella of hope and love and security. If you open it up. If you open up... Oh! And, lastly? You guys all know you love to have a reason to snuggle and hide away from it all. Makin' us feel right as rain! SIGNED, The Rocker In Me Who Loves Storms & The Storm Maker</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/QUJ68K1C9L8" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262432013-06-27T06:28:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00BIRDS & BUTTERFLIES! WINGIN' IT & WATERIN' IT & WORKIN' IT!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJEiF4L35o/UcxMHZ3d86I/AAAAAAAAEec/omfNkBbtIOM/s960/bbbbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJEiF4L35o/UcxMHZ3d86I/AAAAAAAAEec/omfNkBbtIOM/s320/bbbbb.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="302" width="320" /></a><b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"BIRDS & BUTTERFLIES! WINGIN' IT & WATERIN' IT & WORKIN' IT!" So, I've been watching the same 2 beauteous butterflies breezily flap and flutter around our front yard and the neighbors for 3 days now every morn. And, the same 2 fine feathered flying friends frolicking through out our Norfolk Pine. How’d I know it was the same 2 butterflies and birds? They speak to me! What? Don’t they to everyone? PIMP LOL. Their wings give me flight! Even when I feel I can hardly walk. And, all I had to do was give the front yard a bit of watering. Not much. Costs too much to water anymore. I leave that up to God and His rain. Have a fine frolicking uplifting day. Take flight. Fly. Spread your wings. Let the wonders of God’s creation speak to you. What a playground! And, what a work field! Don’t forget to water both! SIGNED, Wingin’ It & Waterin’ It & Workin’ It</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/3dPrAO_ovPk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262422013-06-27T06:26:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00Barrettes & New Growth!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w86Ji-peIhA/UcxLlajYxxI/AAAAAAAAEeU/crBhMuJ0fac/s960/hiding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-w86Ji-peIhA/UcxLlajYxxI/AAAAAAAAEeU/crBhMuJ0fac/s400/hiding.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><b><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Barrettes & New Growth!” I cherish this pretty green leafy barrette in my wild hair today? Why? Because many years back, my Mom sacrificed a lot to get me this barrette and the prettiest shirt ever. They were very expensive in the mall. Big stuff for me. We couldn’t afford much for years and I didn’t get new school clothes and things like that, but I cherish this barrette. Because of the sacrifice. It is so lovely. And, it holds my hair back. But, if doesn’t hold my heart back. From growing… And, I’m always looking for ways to grow. Just like the Honeysuckle on our fence. We had to chop it all down to rebuild our fence. But, it’s growing back… Not holding back! And, I’m peeking in through the fence to say have a great week, guys. Don’t hold back! I’m still not feeling my best, but I’m growing and I’m not holding back… Not too much. Even when I’m resting… And, you know, the fence also reminded me of being in jail! You know me! Anyways, sometimes, when we're growing, we feel like we are in a cage. In jail. Cuz, more growin' occurs when you are suffering. Sorry 'bout the photos of a sick girl. Like I said... I'm still not at my best. But, I still like to have the photdrama to go with the story... SIGNED, The Barrette Lover In Me</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/sr30Y93P1HI" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262442013-06-27T06:23:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00FRENCH BEACH RESORT WITH MYRTLE, MAPLE & ODETTE!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-df0UAbDnIYc/UcxK2A-IDyI/AAAAAAAAEeM/9dvm-d8XEyY/s960/trees9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-df0UAbDnIYc/UcxK2A-IDyI/AAAAAAAAEeM/9dvm-d8XEyY/s400/trees9.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="333" /></a><b><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“FRENCH BEACH RESORT WITH MYRTLE, MAPLE & ODETTE!” What? Well, this morning, as the sun was just peeking through, I sat in front of my Maple tree and Crepe Myrtle. I soon was off at a French beach resort resting and healing my lungs and heart and body and soul. Well, pretending, but still… It was fun. Though, I did miss my girl today. She is working interning at the church office. I made do with the other ladies, Myrtle and Maple. Sometimes, you just gotta resort to the imagination Also, a fun place to visit! PIMP LOL. So, what do you get when the sun starts peaking through the Maple and Crepe Myrtle? Sweet heat “tree”ts! Now, that I think about it? The 2 trees together with the sun sound like a hot breakfast. Hot Crepes with sweet hot Maple syrup. Gotta love Myrtle and Maple. Lovely ladies who always have it made in the shade. BTW, when I took French and advanced French in high school? My name was Odette! There was no name for Tracy! DUH LOL. Have a fun day. Resort to enjoying it. I gotta go in and rest a bit. Did too much working and not enough resorting. SIGNED, The Odette in The Tracy</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/ZGSgMCnGDbQ" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262482013-06-27T06:21:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00WHAT TO WEAR TODAY? STICKING IT OUT WHILE STICKING YOUR NECK OUT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">“WHAT TO WEAR TODAY? STICKING IT OUT WHILE STICKING YOUR NECK OUT!” What? Just some ancient Tracyisms for today: Wearing many hats can weigh heavy on the head. And, dressing up and disguising many grudges can weigh heavy on the heart. And, buying many different outfits can weigh heavy on the wallet. Yes, 'tis all true. BUT! Beware! Wearing 2 faces can weigh heavy on the neck! And, the necks of others. Next time, they won’t stick it out. If you want someone to stick their necks out for you AND stick it out with you? Wear just 1 face! Don't be 2-faced! Be honest, giving, and forgiving. No matter what hats or clothes you wearr. Now me? I wear my feelings and heart on my sleeves. Right above my fingerless gloves. Right below my smile on my 1 face. What you see is what you get. Oh! And, the photodrama? That’s my ancient oven from whence my Tracyisms come from. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! Have a fired up day! Beware! Amd, be wearing 1 face. Love you guys… SIGNED, Wearer Of Many Hats, 1 Face, 2 Fingerless Gloves, 1 ♥</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/qyAOrhyY3fk" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10262472013-06-27T06:17:00-04:002021-08-10T03:06:33-04:00"Melon"choly!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Feelin’ a li’l ummm…"melon"choly? PIMP LOL. Nah. Just hungry for sum watermelon!!! But, can I just say that I miss the good ole days when watermelon wasn’t seedless. Just them big black seeds that you could easily spit out or slice and de-seed. I hate the seedless because it truly isn’t seedless. Just lots of little white seeds and they’ve lost something in the process. Flava! Sometimes you just gotta leave things the way God grows them. Reminds me... Plant a seed. Signed, Watermelon Lover From The Good Ole Days</span></b>
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<img src="//feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol/~4/XUFE_bJ2IHw" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />the b.a.s.i.c. bandtag:basicband.biz,2005:Post/10039952013-06-24T10:31:00-04:002017-01-13T08:47:40-05:00YOU GOTTA GIVE A HILL ‘o BEANS ABOUT SLAYING GIANTS!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TrKQcWSrpQ/UciQYwnJk-I/AAAAAAAAEdk/3c-BqgMB4c4/s1600/giantsandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TrKQcWSrpQ/UciQYwnJk-I/AAAAAAAAEdk/3c-BqgMB4c4/s400/giantsandme.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="400" width="400" /></a><b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">“YOU GOTTA GIVE A HILL ‘o BEANS ABOUT SLAYING GIANTS! What? So, we watched “Jack The Giant Slayer” last night. Loved it. Got me thinking… We sometimes, want those quick magical fixes. Like magic beans. Only they grow into deep rooted problem vines that are hard to cut down. Pretty soon they become hideous giants in our life that we wonder where they came from. When we realize we were the ones who planted the very beans that gave way to the giants, and we know we must slay them. And, not with a quick fix. Leave the quick fixes to Super Glue. And, the magic to super good magicians and their fun shows. Just like your problems and addictions got started small with just the planting of 1 small seed, 1 small bean, you gotta start small to slay your giants. You can’t slay a giant if you don’t first recognize the small bean that gave way to it. That bean’s gotta be worth more than a hill ‘o beans to you. Remember… Quick fixes are slow trickxes! Just like magic. Doesn’t last. You gotta give a hill of beans about slaying those giants and making changes in your life. Find the bean and you’ll find the root. Dig deep. DUH LOL PIMP LOL. And, yes, you saw and read right in the photodrama. That is “Trace The Giant Slayer”. At theatres soon. Well, at real life. Soon! Love you guys for coming by my humor and our music. You slay me! PIMP LOL. In a good way. Oh! And, one more joke. What did the bean say to Jack? Quite stalkin' me would ya! PIMP LOL. Go ahead and stalk me. I love for you to stop by my b'log and stories and music and life... SIGNED, Small Giant Slayer Who Thinks</span></b>
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