Valentines Day Purple Rain

So I'm really loving my XM radio free trial in my new car....lately I've been obsessed with the Garth Channel.  First of all, I have, do and always will love that damned Garth Brooks, he is just one of the coolest, isn't he?  Those of you who've seen him in concert, who grew up on him, who know just how electrifying he is....those of you who don't, I recommend you go see a show, even if you don't love country music, you can still love Garth Brooks.

Anyway, on "The Garth Channel", you don't just get to listen to Garth's music, but you get to listen to songs Garth likes.  Which is kind of all sorts of awesome to me, to know what songs HE himself likes.  Well this morning, he said that the word "Genius" in the music industry is thrown around too often for his taste, he said in his eyes, Sir Paul, Dillon, and Prince.

And then he played "Purple Rain", and in the middle of my morning commute, on Valentines day, while in fine spirits, Prince sang me into tears.  The sun was shining, it's Valentines day, I was chipper for morning (I'm not a morning person)...but with the guitar intro nearly alone, Prince made Purple Rain, and I could no longer feel the sun.

I haven't been through a break up in a long time, Being married to my favorite person in the world has me hoping to NEVER have that feeling again, but this morning, on THIS particular morning, I felt that twinge in my stomach that only a broken heart can cause.  That feeling of despair, longing, hurt, being all alone, guilt, self loathing and  regret all rolled into one!

There are a few bands/musicians that in our lifetimes I think we develop some sort of kindred-ness with.  For me, it's always been Aerosmith, The Eagles, Prince, and Kid Rock.  (strange list, but what can I say, they are my soul-music-mates.)

With Prince's death this past year, he's left an empty spot where a living breathing legend once was, and as corny as it sounds, the world is less colorful without him in it.

So this morning, with a Garth Brooks intro, to the genius that is Prince, Purple Rain brought me to tears, on valentines day, while in the sunshine of a perfectly normal morning.  I LOVE that Prince can speak to me any time, any where, and TOUCH my heart, like only he can.

If you've not listened to Prince in awhile, do!  The man can say things with a guitar that most people couldn't say with every word in the dictionary, in every language known to man.

Happy Valentines day to you all....

Happy Valentines day to my Hubs, I love you.

And Happy Valentines day to Prince in Heaven, Gone, but absolutely never to be forgotten.....PRINCE.

xoxoxo

*HeatherLynn*

Couldn't help myself:

Maybe this will go to show just how "simple" I can be, but for the love of pete, this just tickles my funny bone to no end!

Elf Tested.  Heather Approved!

Fiddlesticks

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Doggonnit

*HeatherLynn*

Just another non-ordinary day:

So first thing this morning I got an Email from the FBI.  Don't always get emails from the FBI, but when I do, I always am anxious to know why.

Apparently they wanted to inform me that:  "it has come to our notice and we have thoroughly completed an investigation with the help of our Intelligence Monitoring Network System that you legally won the sum of $800,000.00 USD. from a Lottery Company outside the United States of America. During our investigation we discovered that your e-mail won the money from an Online Balloting System and we have authorized this winning to be paid to you via a Certified Cashier's Check."

How awesome is it that the FBI, in all their glory and prestige had the time to monitor my email and online balloting systems abroad!  My hard earned tax dollars at work right there! And you know, foreign entities just LOVE giving money to "greedy Americans!"  

All I have to do to get my $800,000 is:

We have completed this investigation and you are hereby approved to receive the winning prize as we have verified the entire transaction to be Safe and 100% risk free, due to the fact that the funds have been deposited at Bank Of America you will be required to settle the following bills directly to the Lottery Agent in-charge of this transaction whom is located in Lagos, Nigeria, According to our discoveries, you were required to pay for the following -

    The total amount for everything is $120.00 (One Hundred and twenty USD.) We have tried our possible best to indicate that this $120.00 should be deducted from your winning prize but we found out that the funds have already been deposited at Bank Of America and cannot be accessed by anyone except the legal owner (you), the winner; therefore you will be required to pay the required fee's to the Agent in-charge of this transaction via Western Union Money Transfer Or Money Gram.

How convenient right?

Yeah, go ahead and hold your breath "Lottery Agent", that $120 will be there any day now.....pffft!

Not only are we "greedy Americans" apparently they also think we're "REALLY STUPID F****** AMERICANS!"

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In other news, guess who picked up their manuscript yesterday and started to sort through it?  After I blew the dust off of it of course!  

Poor little manuscript was so lonely.

Felt good to have her in my hands.

I have a lot of work to do.

Was reading through it and was like...this doesn't even sound like me.

That's the thing about writing.  Your tone an change immensely in the course of a couple years.

Ever go back and read an old diary, and as you're reading it, you think to yourself, 
geesh, this doesn't even sound like me?

I'm having that feeling about my manuscript.

Like it was a stranger who wrote it.

One one hand, that's good, on the other hand it's terrible.

Good because I feel like I'm reading it with fresh eyes.

If I don't like how it sounds, it will kill me reading it without revising as I go...which will basically FORCE me to work on writing it better, and lastly, my mind will start generating different paths for the characters to take, because it doesn't like what I have them doing now.

Bad, because certain parts of the story might be scrapped entirely, and in some ways putting me back at square one.

Not recognizing your own writing can cause one to totally toss a story and write an entirely new one.  And I oh so hate throwing away hundreds of pages of work.  Hence turning the entire project into a seemingly daunting task that makes even the best writer want to take a nap due to depression, or drink heavily at the mere thought of starting over at square one.

Either way, I'll either finish my book, write a new book, or be in bed drunk off my ass for the forseeable future!

Whatever happens, it's sure to be just another non-ordinary day.

Any takers on which it will be?

Yours Truly,

*HeatherLynn*