OK, you can call me a Blue State Cowgirl if you wish; I admit it, I like country music! Well, some country music. It's odd- when it's done well, the serious and the silly, it can be some of the best music around, especially from the more edgy, "outlaw" practitioners, guys and gals, past and present. It suffers when it slips into the overly schmaltzy, sicky-sweet, treacly sentimentality and/or over-production, moreso than many other genres; sadly, there is a lot of bad country music out there. Anyway, I heard/saw this one on one of the country music video channels the other night, killed myself laughing along with it! It was performed by Pete Schlegel (tho' I gather others have done it as well.)
Hopefully I don't have this effect on too many folks!

It Takes a Whole Lotta Liquor To Like Her

It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine

She wants to tell me where to go tell me what to do
Tell me what to eat and how loud I can chew
She even wants to tell me what thoughts I oughta think
It used to drive me crazy til it drove me to drink

It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine

Well she's such a purty thing I think she's heaven sent
But she's the quarrelsome kind she likes an argument
She can scream all day she can scream all night
I just sit there smilin high as a kite

It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine

This drinkin buddy of mine he married a girl
Now he thinks that she's the meanest woman in the world
I saw her pretty picture and I said you're pokin fun
But then the day I met her I said POUR ME ONE!

It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine

Well you may look down your nose at me
Think that I'm a sorry ol SOB
But the only way I'm givin up my drinkin glass
Is if I can find another way to get her off my . . . . . . . back

It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
That's why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine

Every time when I get sober she drives me out of my mind
It takes a whole lotta liquor to like her
But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Yeah when I'm liquored I like her just fine
When I'm liquored up I like her just fine

Boston held a celebration for the SUPER BOWL CHAMPION NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS! today, another rolling rally (or "roamin' rally," or "rovin' rally," or however the ever erudite- not!- Mayor Menino has pronounced it!) An impressive turnout, given the time of year, day of the week (the one for the Sox was held on a weekend) and, being this is our THIRD Super Bowl title now in four years, the diminished novelty of it. We ARE Titletown, USA! Go Pats!

My back is still pretty sore; this is really starting to aggravate me. I haven't been able to workout, heck, I've done little more than creep around in a slightly-stooped, gingerly-stepping, slow gait since Thursday. It feels like it might be starting to ease/loosen up a little bit, but dang...I'm still at a loss as to how it could've happened, merely bending (with proper ergonomic form!) to pick up a sock (I know, that must've been some sock!) And both the soreness and the lack of physical activity of late have added to a bit of a funk I've been in for a lil while now. I was looking back over some of my recent entries here, and over the last, gosh, close to two months now, some/too many of 'em have been of the cranky/moody/b*tchy variety. I'm not sure why exactly, but a feeling of increased- what?- frustration, irritability, has been coming over me a bit. Maybe it was my birthday last month, maybe it's the colder, darker winter days, maybe simply the utter lack of time to indulge more, heck, any of the things I'd like to do. As I'm sure I wrote elsewhere, at times I feel as if things are passing me by, or that I'm letting them pass me by, so beholden to being responsible to my day-to-day, well, responsibilites, comittments, and the like, doing what is expected by others of me always. I get frustrated, and even angry sometimes...I do my best to do things the "right" way, by the rules, doing what is expected, etc...and I don't mind, except that I see folks who don't always do these, who often do the unexpected, the rash, putting their wants/needs/desires before others', and not merely surviving, but frequently thriving. It frustrates me at times.

And lately I've been feeling a stronger and stronger need to take "this" further, particularly while I still have at least some "youth" left to my appearance! That may sound vain, but it is important to me; I do want, and I try to present, a realistic, and at least somewhat attractive, appearance. It is frustrating that I do not currently have the time, nor the mean$, to take/do much more with "this" than I do. Much of it is financial and job-related; I'm not destitute, but I do cut things kinda close, I do have to keep a sharp eye on my bottom line. Similarly, when I do have free time, seldom is it conducive to most other folks' schedules and times off; a Monday evening is seldom a big social nite, nor do many people have a few hours to spare/hang out on a weekday mid-afternoon (when I'm- usually! When my back is Ok! GRRRR!- at the gym anyway.) And that's frustrating; maybe I come off as somewhat reserved, but I'm hardly an anti-social type, I enjoy going out, doing stuff, seeing/meeting people (most, anyway!) and I'm usually relatively confident enuf in my appearance doing so. I'm no beauty queen, but I'm no doorknob, either! (Note: yes, that was a Caddyshack reference! ;) And like anything, the more one does something the more adept and confident one becomes at it; same for going out and about. I'm not one who will get all dolled up just to hang around my pad, or run to the corner market or something, but as I seldom have the time to go out and about socially, or even just for a few hours shopping/strolling/hanging out, sometimes I fear that those skills get a lil rusty. But of late I've been feeling a need, moreso than in awhile, that I truly need to take this further, to find/make the time, and create the opportunities, to do so, both in terms of simply doing stuff more and on a more consistent basis, and also becoming FAR more serious, FAR more proactive, in seeking/making some significant career moves that will, in part, allow me more time, more freedom, more opportunity, to do many of the things I've neglected for too long now. Ultimately, I need to be able to live this way more, more often, more outgoingly, more interactively, to get a handle on just how much, how far, I truly want/need to go this way, before I get much older.
(This entry does ramble a bit- I apologize!)

"We are all just prisoners here of our own device..."

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE SUPER BOWL CHAMPION NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS!!!
AGAIN!!!

A brief entry, but I would be remiss if I didn't cheer/gloat over the victory last evening by my New England Patriots in Super Bowl XXXIX, defeating the Philadelphia Eagles 24-21 in a closer-than-expected (at least by this gal!) game. What the Pats have accomplished over the past few seasons (back-to-back Super Bowl titles, three of the last four) has been truly remarkable, especially to long-time fans of this more-often-than-not troubled franchise. Way to go, guys- thanks!

(My Super Bowl XXXIX Page ~ Go Pats!!!)

"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye!"

Owwwwww!!!

This gal is in a little pain tonite! It's a bit embarrassing; had my workout this afternoon, was just a cardio day today, put in 60 mins on the StairMaster, felt good, all that...so I get home, and am getting undressed to take a shower. I bend down to pick up a sock to put in my laundry basket- a sock!- and whammo, I get a pull, or a strain, or something, in my lower back! Ouch! It's pretty sore right now; I've had to move very gingerly all afternoon and evening (I usually move with cat-like quickness! :) It's not a sharp pain but rather a persistent ache, an extremely nagging kind of deal. And it feels different from a muscle ache or similar soreness after a workout- again, I didn't even DO it working out but rather picking up a sock! And I don't believe I bent awkwardly or anything...just one of those things guess (and NO wisecracks about getting older!) So I sit here now, trying as best I can to sit comfortably, another good hour + before leaving, and another two before I can hit my bed. I took a couple- OK, a few- Tylenols w/ codeine I had lying around from, gosh, a long time ago a few hours ago, but they didn't seem to have any kick left to 'em...I'll take a couple more, and wash 'em down w/ a- yum!- Berkshire Imperial Stout at home right before bed.

Have a wake and a funeral to attend tomorrow evening and Saturday day down where I grew up- my godfather passed away yesterday. I hadn't seen him in a few years, as I don't get down there to visit much; no reason for that really, as apart from time, I have no other excuse, as its only about 30 or so miles south of Boston. Another one of the many things I have let go for too long. He had been in declining health for quite sometime, and indeed, their family had been thru a bit in recent years (their son/my cousin, was burned pretty severly in The Station fire in Rhode Island awhile back.) I have many relatives who still live there, and my mother lives the next town over now (I'll drive over w/ her.) Time does pass on...

"What a drag it is getting old..."