Girl you'll be a woman soon Redux
Performed by Neil Diamond & Urge Overkill
Lyrics playfully changed by me
to
"Dude, You'll be A Woman Soon"
Dude, you'll be a woman... soon
I love you so much, can't count all the ways
I've died for you girl and all they can say is
"You're not my kind"
They never get tired of putting me down
And I'll never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind.
Don't you know...
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
To pee you won't have to stand.
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you won't be a man
I've been misunderstood for all of my life
I found a girl that's born from a knife
And it's all good
Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for
But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure
Surely would
Baby I've done all I could
Now it's up to you...
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
To pee you won't have to stand.
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you won't be a man
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Dude, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon,yeah soon, you won't be a man.
Ok you all behave and don't start commenting on not being a man shit or not becoming a real woman. I know what I was, am and will be, I don't need reminders. I just wanted to have fun and use my twisted little brain to screw around with some lyrics. I'm working crazy hours this week so I won't be on again most likely. Hope I made you smile.
Love to all and of course take care.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
It's a really small world...
Last summer I found out a childhood friend of mine had passed away. I thought I had blogged about it but can't seem to find the entry. Anyway we grew up together, played little league together, went to jr high together etc. and obviously his death shocked me and made me wonder what happened to him. His obit said he worked for a sister paper of ours, so I asked someone who would have known him if they knew him or what happened they did not. So I put it in the back of my head except when I'd go by the park we used to play in or our old Jr. high.
Well fast forward to tonight and I'm working the new job and I meet this older gal who is training me. She's been there forever so I'm asking her about her experience in the store, and she starts telling me her life story, including the death of her son last year. It didn't click right away, but when she started talking about where they lived I decided to ask her how old her son was? 35. His first name? Check. Last name? Check, it was him. She proceeded to tell me what happened to him and how he died. Basically he had some back surgery, got hooked on oxycontin and od'd. He became a junkie and it cost him his life. I was both saddened by this news but relieved to know it as well. I was more shocked that something like this happened. What are the chances that I would run into the mother of a dead childhood friend when I had never met her before? I found my closure on what happened to my friend without even having to look for it. It amazes me truly how this seems to be the story of my life, right place, right time, weird life. I'm thinking more and more I am in that padded room rocking back and forth in the fetal position.
Love to all, take care and g'nite.
Well fast forward to tonight and I'm working the new job and I meet this older gal who is training me. She's been there forever so I'm asking her about her experience in the store, and she starts telling me her life story, including the death of her son last year. It didn't click right away, but when she started talking about where they lived I decided to ask her how old her son was? 35. His first name? Check. Last name? Check, it was him. She proceeded to tell me what happened to him and how he died. Basically he had some back surgery, got hooked on oxycontin and od'd. He became a junkie and it cost him his life. I was both saddened by this news but relieved to know it as well. I was more shocked that something like this happened. What are the chances that I would run into the mother of a dead childhood friend when I had never met her before? I found my closure on what happened to my friend without even having to look for it. It amazes me truly how this seems to be the story of my life, right place, right time, weird life. I'm thinking more and more I am in that padded room rocking back and forth in the fetal position.
Love to all, take care and g'nite.
Life...
Tuesdays tune took a week off this week, had too much going on for me to worry about it for now. It's funny how life tries to even things out even when such good things are happening. I've had such a good string of great things happening lately that it doesn't take much to let me down.
On the good news front I've got my SRS date, my hotel booked, my flight booked, my travel companions set. I will be in good hands as Court will be coming with, and our friend Viv who happens to live down there will be hosting us and helping make all this possible. Incredibly it is Viv's b-day on the day we arrive. She was there on Court's b-day before her surgery, so now Viv will be the next one who is due for surgery and we can be both be there for her.
It was a nice feeling until the other night when I found out one of my tenants tried to kill themselves. I'm starting to develop a complex that maybe it's me. Actually he's just a 20 something kid and barely talks to me unless I see him at the convienance store he works(ed) at, so it's not me. I also had a bit of a bump in the road with a friend. It tore me up inside more than usual. I don't know if it's because I was so high on the SRS thing, or because I had just gotten my shot.
Then yesterday I had the displeasure of going to talk to a laser hair removal Dr. who used to be a customer of mine. I figured she knew about me, but wasn't sure and hated the fact I had to do the coming out thing all over again. I hadn't had to do that in over 2 years to a customer and I didn't like it. What made things worse is she wasn't nice about it. Not that she scolded me for being a tranny, no she scolded me for how she found out. She said she became suspicious when I was nervous around her and wouldn't keep eye contact. She then figured it out by other cues like my size and how I "walk like a man." Now I may be a bit heavier than I was when I met her, but then I was no where near big looking. I also have never walked like a man. I saw it in her eyes, and she just wouldn't admit that I was right. I told her I could see in her face that she knew from the first time I met her. I hate to admit, but there are people that I can read like a book, and she couldn't admit that she was one of them. It's my job to read people and their reactions as I try to push them towards a sale, this wasn't a sale unfortunately. She then told me that I would need to try and get 3 treatments before surgery and couldn't guarantee that it would get rid of all the hair. She wants me to check with the Dr. and get back to her if it is ok. I have my reservations and think I will be better off going the electrology route. As much as it will hurt more and take longer, I know it works, don't have to worry about hair growing back as much, and can get it done quicker.
Ah life is grand, just when you think you've got everything figured out a few problems pop up and remind you that it is impossible to be in control, you just have to ride the wave. At least the problems are minor in nature right now, but I am concerned about the hair removal before surgery. Hopefully things will work out soon.
Love to all, and take care.
On the good news front I've got my SRS date, my hotel booked, my flight booked, my travel companions set. I will be in good hands as Court will be coming with, and our friend Viv who happens to live down there will be hosting us and helping make all this possible. Incredibly it is Viv's b-day on the day we arrive. She was there on Court's b-day before her surgery, so now Viv will be the next one who is due for surgery and we can be both be there for her.
It was a nice feeling until the other night when I found out one of my tenants tried to kill themselves. I'm starting to develop a complex that maybe it's me. Actually he's just a 20 something kid and barely talks to me unless I see him at the convienance store he works(ed) at, so it's not me. I also had a bit of a bump in the road with a friend. It tore me up inside more than usual. I don't know if it's because I was so high on the SRS thing, or because I had just gotten my shot.
Then yesterday I had the displeasure of going to talk to a laser hair removal Dr. who used to be a customer of mine. I figured she knew about me, but wasn't sure and hated the fact I had to do the coming out thing all over again. I hadn't had to do that in over 2 years to a customer and I didn't like it. What made things worse is she wasn't nice about it. Not that she scolded me for being a tranny, no she scolded me for how she found out. She said she became suspicious when I was nervous around her and wouldn't keep eye contact. She then figured it out by other cues like my size and how I "walk like a man." Now I may be a bit heavier than I was when I met her, but then I was no where near big looking. I also have never walked like a man. I saw it in her eyes, and she just wouldn't admit that I was right. I told her I could see in her face that she knew from the first time I met her. I hate to admit, but there are people that I can read like a book, and she couldn't admit that she was one of them. It's my job to read people and their reactions as I try to push them towards a sale, this wasn't a sale unfortunately. She then told me that I would need to try and get 3 treatments before surgery and couldn't guarantee that it would get rid of all the hair. She wants me to check with the Dr. and get back to her if it is ok. I have my reservations and think I will be better off going the electrology route. As much as it will hurt more and take longer, I know it works, don't have to worry about hair growing back as much, and can get it done quicker.
Ah life is grand, just when you think you've got everything figured out a few problems pop up and remind you that it is impossible to be in control, you just have to ride the wave. At least the problems are minor in nature right now, but I am concerned about the hair removal before surgery. Hopefully things will work out soon.
Love to all, and take care.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Pinch me I'm dreaming...
Well I actually have a date, and with a Doctor to boot. He's older but nice. He is a little fresh though because when I see him he wants me to lay down on my back and spread my legs so he can rip me a new one with his tool.
In other words for all of you with sick minds I have a date with Dr. Reed for srs. I bet you were thinking sick thoughts and didn't think his tool was referring to his surgical tools, and I will be getting a new one so to speak.
I never really thought this day would come so soon. Just back in November I was looking into getting an orchi since I thought I wouldn't be able to afford surgery for a few years. Well luckily God decided to smile on me and send a string of luck my way. And now on August 14th of this year I will be forever changed for the better.
Part of me is questioning whether this is all real or if I'm in a padded room somewhere imagining it all as I rock back and forth in an upright fetal position. Things have been too odd so you can't blame me as good things are happening on different birthdays. Things started on my birthday when I found out mom got approved for the loan we were going in on. Then on her birthday a month later we got the estimate for the upgrades to the apartment house and found out what portion of the loan I would get and be responsible for paying. Then yesterday on Co's bday I got my date for surgery. Which I will be flying to on Aug 11th, which just happens to be the birthday of the girl court and I are staying with before my surgery. Wouldn't you question your sanity too.
Of course if I was really imagining it couldn't I just imagine I was a genetic girl already? Or that I won the powerball and didn't have to work? Had bigger boobs, weighed less, or had more hair? I don't think I'd be imagining having to look nightly for the best prices on flights either. So for now I'm believing it's real, and even if it isn't it's real to me and reality is in the mind of the beholder.
I've added a countdown clock for now but will have to change the hour and minutes once I find out for sure when I have to be in on the 14th. It seems like a long time, but in the scheme of things after struggling all these years it will be a few shakes of a dogs tail I'm sure.
Love to all, take care and g'nite
In other words for all of you with sick minds I have a date with Dr. Reed for srs. I bet you were thinking sick thoughts and didn't think his tool was referring to his surgical tools, and I will be getting a new one so to speak.
I never really thought this day would come so soon. Just back in November I was looking into getting an orchi since I thought I wouldn't be able to afford surgery for a few years. Well luckily God decided to smile on me and send a string of luck my way. And now on August 14th of this year I will be forever changed for the better.
Part of me is questioning whether this is all real or if I'm in a padded room somewhere imagining it all as I rock back and forth in an upright fetal position. Things have been too odd so you can't blame me as good things are happening on different birthdays. Things started on my birthday when I found out mom got approved for the loan we were going in on. Then on her birthday a month later we got the estimate for the upgrades to the apartment house and found out what portion of the loan I would get and be responsible for paying. Then yesterday on Co's bday I got my date for surgery. Which I will be flying to on Aug 11th, which just happens to be the birthday of the girl court and I are staying with before my surgery. Wouldn't you question your sanity too.
Of course if I was really imagining it couldn't I just imagine I was a genetic girl already? Or that I won the powerball and didn't have to work? Had bigger boobs, weighed less, or had more hair? I don't think I'd be imagining having to look nightly for the best prices on flights either. So for now I'm believing it's real, and even if it isn't it's real to me and reality is in the mind of the beholder.
I've added a countdown clock for now but will have to change the hour and minutes once I find out for sure when I have to be in on the 14th. It seems like a long time, but in the scheme of things after struggling all these years it will be a few shakes of a dogs tail I'm sure.
Love to all, take care and g'nite
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Don't you know.....
Chain Gang
Sam Cooke
I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
My work is so hard
This song fits lately as I've been working allot lately. I really haven't had as much free time lately, but that is a good thing too. Less free time means less time to worry about things, when you are busy things just come and you take care of them.
I'm having mixed feelings about my jobs right now. I really hate one of them right now, and feel a bit overwhelmed at the other right now. I can't go into any further since I never know who's watching the page, but from the lack of comments I doubt many are, sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself.
Anyway mostly everything is well, I'm still waiting to get a call back from Dr. Reed for my consultation. I think I will call his office during lunch tomorrow to see what's up. I'm going to head to bed, I just worked a 14 hour day, and I need some zzzz's.
Love to all,take care and g'nite.
Sam Cooke
I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
My work is so hard
This song fits lately as I've been working allot lately. I really haven't had as much free time lately, but that is a good thing too. Less free time means less time to worry about things, when you are busy things just come and you take care of them.
I'm having mixed feelings about my jobs right now. I really hate one of them right now, and feel a bit overwhelmed at the other right now. I can't go into any further since I never know who's watching the page, but from the lack of comments I doubt many are, sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself.
Anyway mostly everything is well, I'm still waiting to get a call back from Dr. Reed for my consultation. I think I will call his office during lunch tomorrow to see what's up. I'm going to head to bed, I just worked a 14 hour day, and I need some zzzz's.
Love to all,take care and g'nite.
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