Country Music: Song Lyric Sunday

Jim is the host of Song Lyric Sunday and this week the theme is Country Music

When I was in high school I had a boyfriend who said he liked country music and I said that I did not because it sounded like “suicide music”. I don’t think that was my name for it, probably something I heard. Anyhow, what I thought of country music was whining women about the guy who did them wrong, yada yada yada. He introduced me to Hank Williams and Alabama, to name just a couple favorites. Well, after this I was open to hearing more country music.

In college, I worked in Disney World for a semester on the college program. There was a bar, I think closer to Cocoa Beach than Lake Buena Vista, called Rodeo. I only went once or twice but I wanted so badly to learn line dancing. I never really did.

Now I do still listen to country, but mixed in with other stuff. After losing my first husband I listened to a song every day on the way to and on the way home from work that helped me cope.


I got rice cooking in the microwave
Got a three day beard I don’t plan to shave
And it’s a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey
I’ma doing alright

Yeah, I think I’ll make me some home-made soup
I’m feeling pretty good and that’s the truth
It’s neither drink nor drug induced, no
I’m just doing alright

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good
Ah, yeah

It’s been fifteen years since I left home
I said good luck to every seed I’d sown
Gave it my best and then I left it alone
I hope they’re doing alright

Now I look in the mirror and what do I see
A lone wolf there staring back at me
Long in the tooth but harmless as can be
Lord, I guess he’s doin’ alright

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good

Sometimes it’s lonely, sometimes it’s only me
And the shadows that fill this room
Sometimes I’m falling, desperately calling
Howling at the moon, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Yeah-yeah, oh-oh

Well, I might go get me a new tattoo
Or take my old Harley for a three day cruise
Might even grow me a Fu Manchu

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good

It’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good, ah-ooh, oh yeah-yeah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Darrell Scott

It’s a Great Day to Be Alive lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


Then as the days went on and I heard other tunes by other artists this song by Marin Morris became sort of my anthem. She isn’t necessarily considered full country but she fits in there.


I’ve cussed on a Sunday
I’ve cheated and I’ve lied
I’ve fallen down from grace
A few too many times
But I find holy redemption
When I put this car in drive
Roll the windows down and turn up the dial

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

When Hank brings the sermon
And Cash leads the choir
It gets my cold cold heart burning
Hotter than a ring of fire
When this wonderful world gets heavy
And I need to find my escape
I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling
‘Til my sins wash away

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Hey, can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Maren Larae Morris / Michael James Ryan Busbee

My Church lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc


This one I called Sabrina’s Castle as it was a custom order for someone named Sabrina (brilliant I know!)

It came out pretty nice. I wasn’t completely happy with the quality of some of the pieces so I did take a little money off my original asking price. This is why I cannot wait to get my own 3D printer so I can start manufacturing pieces I need the then make stuff like this on my own. The little stone wall is also an upgrade because the pieces that came with this kit were little wooden pieces that were painted only on the two “faces” so the rest of the “brick” was wood. It looked awful so I ordered “real” bricks and made the stonewall that way. I do stuff like that included in my pricing because I really don’t want to spend my time making junk to then sell it as “nice”.

Questionable Fun! Rory’s Question time over coffee!

Join in here:

You have a dinner party and may invite four guests from the following categories one fictional, one dead and one alive, and a naked chef [wearing an apron only but no clothes underneath – or if you wish for whatever reason your chef can be wearing underclothes – pants/top].

Who will you invite to eat, and who will you ask to cook for your dinner party?
Sometimes I have to say what comes into my head first so here goes:
Fictional Person – Edward Scissorhands
Dead – my mom
One alive – my daughter (so she can meet her grandma!)
The Naked Chef – Shemar Moore aka Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds
My mom can cook and make her stuffed shrimp and stuffed mussels!
Inspired by I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! 
Have you ever slept on / in a hammock? I’ve laid in a hammock but I can’t recall if I ever fell asleep. They really aren’t comfortable to me.
Do you find it easy to maintain friendship with other people? Yes, I like being in touch with people and really don’t mind if time goes by and we don’t talk or anything, just like we left off the next time we see each other. I also don’t look for flaws in people so if they’re happy, I’m happy.
Are you a person of ethics? I think so! I am generous and kind and like to help other people. I believe in telling the truth, even when it hurts (or hurts to hear!) I don’t believe there is any reason for discrimination, I believe that people should be treated based on their character, not what we think they should based on their race or religion, etc.

If so, how does that impact your daily life? I get along well with people and can strike up conversation with anyone without feeling uncomfortable.
Are you decisive or indecisive as a person? I think I’m pretty decisive but I falter when I start doubting myself or sinking into a depressive state.
Why do people hold double standards? Because they don’t want to commit to having one opinion. They feel like they have to treat people in different ways so as to not hurt anyone’s feelings or make themselves uncomfortable. It is horrible in my eyes when it comes from someone influential like a teacher or school principal when dealing with kids.

Inspired by Kristian and That Really Burns my Biscuits #10
What is your most unhealthiest but guiltiest pleasure and why? Eating candy and vaping are my most unhealthy but I really don’t feel guilty about them unless I sneak something, like candy on my way home that I finish before getting home.
What is your process of writing a new post for your blog? First, I go through and delete my spam, then I read all my comments. Next I go through the reader to see what pops up and then finally go to the sites I get my daily words from and see where that leads me. Usually, it will be some sort of compilation based on a word that strikes me.
If you were asked to create a Top Fifteen Book List holding books that you felt everyone should read at least once in their life and would never regret reading what titles would you include? I can’t think of 15 but here are 9: 1)The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, 2)The Institute by Stephen King, 3)The Marriage Pact by Michelle Richmond, 4)Behind the Blue Elevator by Felicia Baxley, 5)The Lorax by Dr. Seuss, 6)The Butterfly Garden by Dot Hutchinson, 7)Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews 8) Go, Dog, Go by P.D. Eastman 9) The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett  Frances Hodgson Burnett
How important is it for you to know a person’s real name? I just get super curious. I do like to know what someone’s name is when I am blogging so I can address them by name. But someone like Fandango, who won’t really give his real name, is fine. Yes, I am still curious but it is what it is! I think I get so curious because I like to put a face to what I am reading or responding to.
[Be this online, off line, social media or blogging]
When at school what were your top five subjects that you were passionate about? I like math and was good at it, I loved typing (word processors were awesome inventions!), Art was great, I loved Home Economics because that is where we learned how to sew, and maybe English or Chorus.

Why was this – what did you love about them?
I think I liked these because I was good at them even when they were challenging.

Are those five subjects still present in your life today in any form?
Math is present everywhere, Typing yes – everything is on a computer, Art – I make miniatures, make jewelry, draw, paint….Home Economics – I love to cook and I sew, and English would correspond with my blogging and Chorus would be me singing in the car!
Are you a photogenic person? I don’t think so.

Are you eager to appear in family or friend snaps? Only the funny ones with filters

Are there many photographs of you from and over the various stages and ages of your life? I think there are plenty but knows
With regard to the paranormal do you choose to not believe because there is nothing to believe or because you feel it is safer to not believe? I believe in the paranormal. I don’t believe there are evil spirits, I think it depends on how a person interacts with the spirit.

Are you a non-believer or a believer?
How are you with meeting strangers/new people who might or could become new friends? I like meeting new people.

Is there a process you adopt to identify if they are the right fit for you?
I think time is the only way to know. I have tried to feel like someone is a friend too quickly then regretted it because I didn’t really feel we had the potential to become friends.

Can you move forward?

What do you do when the siblings you knew
Went off in a tiff and wanted nothing with you?
Do you fight for the chance to hug and to meet
or do you ignore one another out on the street?
Who says that they’re right and that you are still wrong?
All the thoughts and emotions, a mind staying strong
Is there really a point to all this distress?
Why not forgive and forget and be done with the mess?
But not all those involved are willing to see
that things that have happened were just meant to be
and moving along on the track we call life
brings about more of the happiness filled with less strife.
The saddest part now is that so much has been done
so many harsh words where only one sides begun
to realize our lives are too short to be thrown
and the other side won’t share the blame there is to own.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Being good: Compilation 08/20/2022

It is no trivial matter nor puzzle to explain
that biting through a cabbage stem can cause your teeth some pain
to frame it in a picture, exemplarily in fact
take a time to think about some other foolish act.
There was a time I crossed near a bowed stick in the road
Was it a toy or weapon? I was never told.
I knew a rope could tie it, the bight would hold it firm
But like a ghostly grasping, some boding caused alarm
I quickly took the footpath to home where I’d be free
And used the bytes on my device to see what this could be
I found a few long pages of spells and tricks and tips
but only saw the bended stick was really used for whips
I knew I didn’t need it as peace and calm exude
So now I will go rest myself, please don’t think me rude
I’ve closed up this long story with pleasantries abound
I couldn’t find more negative energy around.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Throwback Thursday #52 – Transitions and Modifications

Maggie is our host:

  1. Think about your first haircut. Were you the kid that cut your own hair? Did you go to a salon or did your parents cut your hair? Did your parents save a lock of your hair? I have no recollection of getting haircuts until the one time in middle school I was at a sleep-over party and one friend cut one side of my hair and another cut the other side. I have always had the attitude that “it will grow back”.
  2. How about shaving? Fathers often teach their sons to shave. Most girls I know, decided for themselves when to shave their legs and their underarms. Some cultures do not shave at all. I used to fake shave my face with my dad when I was really young. I remember lathering up the soft cream then “shaving” it off with the end of my toothbrush. I remember asking my mom if I could shave my legs and she protested but eventually I did it anyway. Now I’m a bit lazy.
  3. Did you alter your clothes? Cut jeans into cut-offs? Cut the sleeves off t-shirts? Wear graphic tees? Tie-dyes? Sew patches on your jeans? I don’t recall altering my clothes but I did have a lot of hand-me-downs. I also remember having patches sewn onto holes in my jeans but on the inside, not the outside. I don’t think I have ever really done anything except cut jeans into shorts.
  4. Was there a time you remember challenging the authority in your household. Do you remember the first time you found your voice? I don’t think I challenged authority until after my mother passed away. My little brother was 10 and I was 23. I still lived at home and it was awful. I was in charge of everything and I had three part-time jobs (teaching nursery school, cleaning houses, and waitressing). One day my father got pissed because I hadn’t made his bed or changed the sheets or something like that. I moved out. I moved in with Bob who became my first husband. I was so sick of it at my house and my older sister was never around. I had to do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, errands…I remember having a day that I had to go to “The Cleaners” to pick up my dad’s suits.
  5. What about piercings? Girls getting their ears pierced was a rite of passage for girls. Then boys started getting one ear pierced. As time passed, piercings became more mainstream and accepted. I first got my ears pierced when I was maybe 12. I got a second piercing in one ear when I was in my teens, I was drunk and my sister’s friend, also drunk, did it with a needle. It took quite a few years but I evened both sides out and the got an extra piercing. Now I have four in each ear but only use the first, third and fourth because the second on my right side is so close to the edge I get nervous it will rip out. When I was in my early thirties I got my belly button pierced. My daughter has tons of piercings. I had always said I could handle anything but the eyebrow and the tongue. Well, she became her own piercer and did her nose and ears and her friends’ noses and ears. I found out a while later that she did have her tongue pierced which makes me want to throw up.
  6. Did you walk on the wild side? Smoking? Drinking? Did your parents know? In high school we all smoked and we all drank. My mom kind-of knew and didn’t allow it but didn’t check for it everytime I got home. There were nights that I would get home and say goodnight and she would tell me NOT to say goodnight to my dad because I smelled either like cigarettes or booze. One night, in the middle of winter, my boyfriend picked me up and we went to a bonfire out in the woods. I remember having a bottle of Vodka (1.75L). Well, I ended up drinking it all by myself and luckily didn’t die. My boyfriend proceeded to drop me off in my driveway in the snow. I remember crawling to the back door. I guess I fumbled with the key for so long it woke my mother and she came and whipped the door open. She was mad! She was more mad that the boyfriend let me drink as much as I had. At the time she said I was beyond making any such decisions for myself. She told me she didn’t want to see my boyfriend for a long time. Well that lasted about a few hours because the boyfriend did come over that afternoon.
  7. What about tattoos? Did you get a tattoo while still living at home? Did your parents approve? I got my first tattoo when my late husband turned 40. I brought him to a tattoo place as a surprise birthday gift. He had a small tattoo on his arm and had talked about getting another some day. I didn’t realize how badly it hurt and how it was sort of an awful gift. Anyhow, I wanted a clownfish because it reminded me of my mother. I got Nemo instead because he was such a big deal back then. I didn’t show my father. My neighbor thought it was fake and tried to pick it off with a fingernail! Holy shit! That was painful. I didn’t think about it for many years. Finally I started again and it was addictive. I have quite a few now. My father never liked them. I tried to find meaning in all of mine. I am due for a new one and have contacted my last artist. Maybe next week?!?!
  8. What about language? Was swearing allowed in your family?  Did you use the same language around your friends as you did at home with your family? No one really swore in my house. I know my sister did a few times and my mother would say she was going to wash her mouth out with soap.
  9. Think back to high school. Girls, did you iron your hair? Did you color your hair? (using Sun-in counts!) Guys, did you grow a beard or moustache? Did you grow your hair long? Feel free to share a photo of yourself back in the day. I curled my hair. Sort of like the Farrah Faucet look. I dyed it a few times by spraying peroxide all over it. I eventually went back to my original color which was a mousy dark blonde. I color it now with Ion Hair Color and a deep moisturizer.
  10. Many people think our authentic self is the person we were as young children. Are you still inherently the same person you were as a child or have you changed your personality and demeanor along the way? I think I am about the same person.

The Whole Woman: Compilation 08/16/2022

No patriarchal attitude can crack her hardened shell
No mosquito nor a bumblebee can pierce or make her swell
Spontaneity and sheer surprise embolden her facade
With the proclamation that earthly men are not her greatest God
No profit does this bring her despite her salary
The dividend is freedom, the way she chose to be
And at the root of her soul, a life collides inside
For she is both a woman, a mother, and a bride.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

**This is dedicated to every woman in the world, especially those oppressed and hurting**