So my life has kind of been like this song by Lucinda Wiiliams. As an old saying goes. "If wasn't for bad luck I'd hoave no luck at all. There's truth in there like "trouble comes in threes".


Buttercup, By Lucinda Williams.


You talk about the junk you do like you talk about climbing trees




You live the life of a little kid with bruises on your knees


You will never cop to the damage that's been done


But you will never stop 'cause it's too much fun


Now you want somebody to be your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup






You already sucked me dry, can't do it anymore honey


You roughed me up and made me cry, now you wanna borrow money


You say you feel like a failure and you wish you could take it all back


But honey I gotta tell ya, it's a little too late for that


And now you want somebody to be your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup






One reason after the other you're always feeling sad


Maybe you couldn't talk to your mother or stand up to your dad










You want my forgiveness and that I will give to you


But you got yourself into this mess and there's nothing I can do


And now you want somebody to be your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup






The first time I saw you, you made me melt


The last time I saw you, you hit below the belt


You might have a beautiful mouth, you might have beautiful eyes


But sooner or later it all goes south when you tell too many lies


And now you want somebody to be your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup


Good luck finding your buttercup


 
 
 
Thank god for the bike. The weather is slowing coming around. Had a few rides not all bundled up.
 
Needed to update. I've still been cooking up a storm and enjoying the fine craft brews of out region.
Brooklyn Lager is the current favorite.
Filled my card at Dino's. So we'll see if I win the trip.
 
Enjoy life. OGQ