Why must the things we want, be the hardest to find?
Why do life’s questions always come to the surface in the middle of the night?Why do people look at you with sympathy when you really need empathy? Why can’t I rise everyday and be the best that I can be?Why am I still doing this?
Because we all have to believe. We have to believe in ourselves. Whatever our talent or downfall may be, at least it will be the “real” me. The real me believes in things I cannot see. The real me longs to give only love and kindness to other human beings.Love everyone you meet, love everyday, don’t let love go.
Since I wrote about everything but music in my last post, I decided to get back on track.
I know people come to the site wanting to read out songwriting. When a person write a song they almost always are inspired by something or someone.
For me it’s my grandchildren that get me writing. They have an angelic quality that consists of grace and evil. They are full of the best and the worst. I think the next title to my next song will be “Simmer Down”. We as adults are sometimes cast in a spell that is cast by the children. We are in awe of their purity. We feel intimidation from their self proclaimed logic. We are bound by their love. We write and record what they do. We say we know better. But do we?
Your Theme Song
Everyone should have a theme song. Something that describes their life in sound and film. Have you ever thought about which song would be played at your funeral? If you are still very young you are probably still in denial that you will ever die. But, I am here to tell you I was just like you when I was young. It will happen. You will grow old. Don’t be afraid. Grow old gracefully, every single day of your life.
Check this song out and you might get what I am talking about. Peace and Love to All.
❤ ❤ It seems everything has happened over the last few weeks except writing music!!
One minute thing are going along like clockwork, and the next thing you know, something hits the fan and the “stuff” is all over you. You suddenly are in the middle of favors, promises, and scams. Try to picture this scenario. You at the mid point of your lifespan. You have spent the greater part of your life clocking in and out every day at a place that becomes your second home. You discover that not only have you gave them most of your time on this planet, you have also given them your mind and body. So now you are in this time and space, realizing, just how much time is gone and you can’t get it back. So now that’s over. You turn to the only thing you have to consume your days while you mind searches for that idea you need to keep your life going. So you start a website about songwriting to make this pass too. Well,,,and so……….. that was not so lucrative. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love writing about music, love writing songs, love writing about writing songs, and so on and on and on. I just never quite cared for the advertising side of the website. It might have kept me in the black if companies like Amazon didn’t make it impossible to do so. Let me give you and example. A customer makes a purchase through the links on your site. The purchase is for seven hundred dollars. Granted you only receive a small percentage. Then you are told by the company that you will not receive any commission, since this customer is a “returning” customer. Well, now I am not into selling anything and decided to just write what makes me feel good and look for a “regular” nine to five job to survive and pay the bills. So time passes some more. An opportunity comes along to work and home at a job that was in your old profession. The problem with a lot jobs you get offered these days are pure commission. Long story short, that’s not going too well either. So I decide to put myself back out there. I raised kids all my life in one way or another so I decided to put myself on Care.com. Mistake! This is where it becomes ” the SCAM”!!!
It’s not the website itself, it’s the predators that scan the women on it. People just trying to make a living by watching and raising other peoples children. I never received one offer off the site until last week. It came by text to my phone. A lady introduced herself in the text and instructed me to email a lady that was looking for a nanny. Since my email, phone and name are on the site for contact purposes, the text did not seem out of place to me. The next day I sent an email to this person.
Let me start this next part out with a couple of thoughts before I go to the email scenario. First, as I started to send this first reply, I knew something was wrong. There were broken words in the email and in the text. I am totally starting to realize how people get sucked into these email scams. Now, keep in mind, before I get to the second point, I want to say that these were not your normal broken English in the emails. They looked more like typo’s, so I brushed them off in the common sense part of my brain. But the second and most important thing I want to point out before I continued with the story is this……I felt something in my gut. It was a bad feeling. Like when something is wrong. So onward we go to me sending her the initial email.
I simply stated in this email that her “friend” had contacted me that she needed a nanny. I stated my cell phone number and told her to contact me anytime about the position, that was stated as being in my hometown as, “Nanny Needed”. A couple of days passed and I almost forgot about the text. Then, a couple of days later the email came. And what an offer it was! Pick up a three year old boy , three times a week, and watch him a few more hours till his parents arrived home. A few errands might be required, but other than that, the duties seemed simple. But there was one thing in the first email that set me back. In the very last paragraph, she state that she would send me a cashier’s check. No amount given. I was to deduct my first weekly pay of three hundred and fifty dollars, and the rest was to be used for “Foodstuffs” and such. First of all, I had no idea was “foodstuffs” was, but I told myself it must be another name for groceries. I was beginning to realize that this was not going to be my dream job, but I could not help, keeping the conversation going.
I responded to the first email. I wanted to give small details of myself, buy not enough that could do any damage. I wanted to see how far this scam would go. These person’s or whoever they were, are making me sick to my stomach, but I wanted to go on a little bit more. I gave her the side of town I lived on, but not the address. I sent my cell phone and asked her to call me, asked about setting up a face to face at a close food establishment, and waited for the reply. It came quickly. She or he or whoever they are simply disregarded my questions, and restated to send my acceptance email with my name and address for the “financial” person, so I could be paid upfront. Right then I knew for sure. What person would hire a nanny, through a friend, but not want to meet face to face with the person they are going to entrust with the life of their child????? Now, I ask you???? If you have children you will know exactly what I am talking about!!!! The only thing that was address in the reply was the “money” arrangement.
So,,,, I sent the final. I stated that all sounds good, but what is the “address” they will be living at so I can figure out my logistics of where it is I am going to. I did not send my address info. And guess what? I never received another email from this person. I realized I had pressed for pertinent information, and they realized I was on to them. But,,,,,, I wasn’t done with them. I was PISSED!
Forgive me, but I did warn you that this was an article about “Everything But Music”. Sometimes you just have to vent so another person might not have to go through what you have.
So I text the freaking person that started all this, just to ease my anxiety. The first text was simple. I asked her where she got my info to send me a text and she did reply quickly saying she found me on Care.com ……
This is what I told her in my last text to these “people” who try to hurt other people.
I told them in the text the following things:,,,,,
“Your friend broke contact when I started asking legit details of her residence address. You should be ashamed of yourself! It was obvious that your friend was pushing a check down my throat. You people are so evil. Do you really believe that a normal woman in America would let someone watch her children, when she has never even met them??? No Way! I have been out of work for a year, no money, and could lose it all, and still, you scam people want to steal from a poor person. Karma will come around to you , my friend! I hope Sandra Larson is not your real name. I gave all information to the proper authorities. Good luck in your very DARK furture.
Signed the person you could not scam.
THE END,,,,,, I HAVE TO LET THIS GO AND GET BACK TO SONGWRITING !
So it’s the 4th of July! What are you going to do?
Most people I imagine are celebrating. Thinking about the freedom we have. The things we can do here that you can’t or won’t do in other countries. Do you ever think about all the music that usually accompanies this holiday? The cookout’s going on in backyards and parks are usually filled with background music playing while the eating, the visiting and the game of choice is going on. I remember the old days when the game of Horseshoes was the hot item. Now it’s Corn Hole. Whether it be country music, rock music, indie, or whatever Genre, it sets the tone for the rest of the day. Then we have the playlists that shuffle through while the fireworks glare in the sky at your chosen venue. There are always kids who are enjoying their own music selection on their headphones while all this is going on.
To me this holiday is justification and validation for our right as a human being to live as one so desires.
I sometimes think of the people that got on the boat to come here. How frightened they must have been.
It’s funny how life has no such thing as perfect. Everything that ends up being patriotic is surrounded by a story of the dark side of human nature that turns away from darkness and arrives in the light of their destiny.
My day will consist of starting a new song this fourth of July.
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Why do we watch the clock.
It drives me insane how I watch the clock when I have a set time to get up so I need my sleep schedule to cooperate.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could lay down, go to sleep, and get up with a proper amount of rest time under our belt.
I think fear itself used to be my worst enemy. But, now I realize that time itself is the essence of all my internal fear and anxiety. Sometimes it feels as if time wont’ leave me alone and sometimes it feels like the thought of time slipping away will drive me totally out of my ever loving mind.
Tic Toc Goes the Clock
After the last song I wrote I am feeling like a challenge is right around the corner. It’S not even really like a “challenge”. It is a welcome event in your life. I need to write something different. I’m not really sure what direction it will take me, but I am excited to see. What I am afraid of is the mother hen syndrome. I only have so much time before we go back to work and the pressure is on. You want to fulfill you hobbies while you have the time in life. I have music for a beautiful hobby. It may not pay the bills, but it fills a place in my heart that no other time consuming art can take the place of. People can not live on a job alone. They have to have something to come home to.
Tic Toc we are approaching destination- Houston !
I am a musician, but!, I do not want to play in front of people. I want to write and record music and lyrics in the privacy of my own home, and distribute it at my own leisure. Cliff is rebuilding is Harley while I get the resumes ready for internet magic. I wish things had turned out different and I could spend my days writing and listening to music and everything it entails.
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