Texas Rose, a short love story

Our story was no different.A tale of love looked down upon.We didn't care.We broke boundaries we shared kisses that hot Texas summer when the sun beat down.I was the owner of a huge cattle ranch and he was a traveling soul seeker with a guitar in hand.He did odd jobs to get himself from place to place but mostly he just wandered looking for work.He said he had inquired about work at the one gas station and they told him to go see Rose at Double M ranch.He had hitched a ride from town in the back of Old Man Jenkins beat down 54 Chevy.

  He definitely stole my breath the minute he came strolling up my broken sidewalk clutching his guitar case with just a knapsack flung over his shoulder.A ruggedly handsome chap in his 20's,it looked like he had not bathed in weeks.It was hard to tell his exact skin tone because of all the dirt.
He knocked quietly and asked in such a southern way if he could speak to Rose. When I quietly mentioned you are looking at her he seemed to stiffen a bit.I held out my hand to shake it and was greeted by a hearty handshake.He said my name is Paul and I heard you are in need of a ranch hand.
I can do anything but rounding up cattle is my speciality.Most men were afraid to come seeking work being thrown off by the fact the owner was a woman.I had inherited the ranch where I ran 2000 head of cattle  from my father.I had always known hard work accomplishing any task just about as well as any man.I had been married many many years ago to a ranch hand that had come to work on papa's land.Ours was a whirlwind courtship we married  after knowing each other just 2 months.Papa approved and that was all that mattered. A month later and barely 18 I found myself pregnant.Nine months later I gave birth to the most precious baby girl we named Miranda but like many children she got sick and died while still very young.My heart forever broken by the fact that my firstborn lay in a childhood grave.The kindly doctor had worned us that another pregnancy could kill me so I made a heartwrenching decision to have a tubal ligation. Like many other young men his age my hubby was soon drafted for the war.Duty to his country called and just when I thought there would be a happy ending after months of being apart, that man you never want to visit did.He brought a flag and condolenses.My heart again shattered and I vowed never to open my heart again because just a month before I had lost my daddy .No I would run the ranch it would be my love.The horses and cattle and dust would be my friend. That is until one day when Paul appeared.
   Rust colored curls framed his handsome face,he only stood 5'10'' or so.His eyes a gorgeous hazel and my heart couldn't think I wonder if somewhere a mama is aching to know where her boy is.
When I asked him how old he was he said 24 ma'am but I am a real hard worker I will prove it.
"Do you have a place to stay?" I inquired
"No ma'am " came a solemn answer
"Will you please stop calling me ma'am make me feel as if I am a heap older than 40"
"Please call me Rose"
"You can stay in the extra room right there ,I think  I might have some clothes left by the last hand I think will fit ,you must be tired from your travels I will run you a bath."
"Thank you Rose"
That even he came alive after a bath I could tell how handsome he was ,I couldn't help but think why hadn't some beautiful girl caught his attention. As we sat around the outdoor fire I listened to him strum his guitar and then he pulled a harmonica out of his pocket.Reminded me of the way my Peter used to play.We talked for hours  and realized how much we had in common.I'll never forget the night he kissed me under the beautiful Texan night sky.I had wished upon a star that somehow my heart could learn to love a young cowboy.Seems my dreams were coming true.
That fateful day came a war had started and with it the dreaded draft.He was young and strong and was quickly picked to go .My heart sank for I knew how he would come back to me but to my surprise he did return.His mind greatly changed from the trauma he saw and holding a deep dark secret.He had met a young nurse ,she had stolen his heart  and he needed to go.They had a baby on the way and he intended to make himself an honest man."I am sorry Rose it hurts me as much as it hurts you but I am obligated now,besides people would not approve of our age difference."
"Who the hell gives a damn Paul it never seemed to matter before why do you care what people think?"
"I figured out what I want to do with my life  and I been talking to people.I want to follow my dream of being a singer,songwriter,actor and I am moving out to California to have a shot at my dream"
"We both know that I would be given that look if I showed up with a much older woman at my side"
"Don't hold me back just let me go please Rose I am beggin let me go".
My heart screamed no and just as everybody important I had ever loved Paul was now gone it seemed I was destined to run this ranch and die an old maid."He sang as he walked down the driveway disappearing into the hot dusky fall. "You'll always be my Texas Rose"
That night I lay quietly sobbing in the bed I had shared with Paul so many times.I had dreamed of my young soldier coming home and of us quietly being wed down at the courthouse in town now that dream would be locked away in a vault in my heart.My heart had been ripped and stolen away by some young war nurse no doubt beautiful and seeking her own adventures.My heart knew what no one else could tell me.That Paul had been mine and that the war had stolen him from me by duty and obligation I knew he didn't really love the nurse he was just doing what he thought was right.His heart would never truely be happy because he had such a wandering soul never happy in one place.
His heart would forever belong to his Texas Rose.

Fan Girl Funnies not so much

So I am sick of pretending and going thru a little drama.I love being a fan of Pink Fuzzy Animals but I don't like the drama that comes with it.I love all the members even though they are going thru changes and I am not really sure who is in and who is out at this point I feel its important to support.With that said I didn't appreciate the stuff I have endured this week.Was it really necessary to call me and gloat just because a person got followed by a band member on Twitter.Not so much I appreciate the fact that your happy but I am done with games .If they could only see what you are really made of.And because I decided to block you because I don't need toxic people that pretend to be my friends I got blocked out of a fan group for a band member not only me but two of my close friends just because you administrate a group doesn't give you the power to kick them out because of a personal problem with them.Kinda stupid and childish and very junior high.So now I am putting it to bed.You are a bully and I am sorry it took me so freaking long to figure that one out.We aren't friends we never can be.
I am done with the matter .I am pretty certain the band would be disgusted to learn fans had been bullied.
I even let you walk over me and stopped making music music is my passion and has been my life for as long as I can remember.
I won't stop.I love what I do I love the Pink Fuzzy Animals but I don't require love and acceptance from band members to be happy.Happiness in the best form is one of my children giving me a hug or sharing what they learned in school.Or hearing those precious sleepy giggles from my sweet toddler.
I will cherish a few things we shared in our convos but I will not cherish the way you hurt me.It wasn't worth it.Goodbye good riddance night night.

Keep It In The Pants

Standing in line to get A marriage license Couple in front say He's 65 she's 18 All I can think is ew He should have kept it in his pants The other day I think I Met this crazy Dino boy Who seduced this stalker fan All I can say is Keep it in your pants Keep it in your pants Keep it in your pants Keep it in your pants unless your doing the baby dance Just keep it in your pants At 21 so hot and heavy Thought I knew the world Mama told us we'd  go to hell Said keep it in your pants If she pissed you off and You hit her in turn Gonna end up in the pokey Should have kept it in your pants When your in a parking lot And your babe looks juicy and hot Then you see a cop Better keep it in your pants Keep it in your pants Keep it in your pants Unless your doing a baby dance Just Keep it in your pants If your a roadie queen And you say you got a plan To bang everyone in the band Just keep it in the pants Keep it in the pants Mama told me Better keep it in your pants

lyrics: Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man

Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man Don't Trample Down This Heart I can't take it anymore Those words will always echo thru my mind I shut the door on love when her dad walked out the door I knew he didn't love me anymore Until you came along Showed me goodness in my heart Right there Between Unicorns and Pillowfights Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man Tutu  Probably Turned me On Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man Pink Fuzzy All Decked Out They Say we've probably just begun But Then you turned and ran Crushed my heart up on the floor Now I can't see too clearly  anymore I hope someday you'll Call I know you really care But Now your Hearts as cold as Bitter Ice You Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man I heard from someone else Said you found a skanky girl Says She'll Spread her Legs Because you have a name I never would have asked to be with you for that You crazy traveling touring Music Man Until you came along Showed me goodness in your heart I know your mine You crazy Music man

Little Hero lyrics

Dreams that started one fall day. Guess we'll have a son Something's missing Something's wrong They Say You'll Come Undone Little Hero Your A Star Little Hero You'll Go Far Little Hero Your the one little hero gotta get things done Woooooooooooooooooooo Woooooooooooooooooooo What You'll Be Who you are Well I know that you'll go far A monkey ,a ninja , a football star Little hero You'll Go Far little hero Who you are Little hero your the one little hero gotta get things done Woooooooooooooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo little hero you're a star Yes I know they'll be Something's I don't dream little hero who you are Little hero who you are Little hero who you are little hero your my star

New Music

Where to begin that's a huge question?I could write about last Saturday and getting to experience my first Spencer Belll Legacy concert.But I won't tonight I simply wanted to announce I have new music out for the first time in 3 yrs.I There is tremendous healing taking place.I have also realized this my life's work is to be an artist.I already fulfilled one dream meeting the love of my life and having 3 beautiful kids.No matter where this music journey takes me I am ready to fly.

Professionals as Olympians

most of you know how much I love short track speed skating well today I wanted to share my opinion on professional athletes that are highly paid wanting to be in the Olympics.I have always loved the Olympics , the first Olympics I watched were the Winter games of 1984 I was 6.5 yrs old.I remember my heart swelling with pride as I watched the athletes proudly dressed to represent their countries march in.The other memory I have of those games was seeing Scott Hamilton win his Gold medal in figure skating.These memories shaped my love for the movement.Now I mostly follow short track speedskating but I will be watching the London games too.But as we ready for the games I wanted to note that I find it annoying that all these professional athletes want to be part of the movement but they also want to get paid. I feel they are taking away from the amateur athletes who have bled,sweated and cried to participate in their lifelong dream of being an Olympian.These athletes deserve to have their spotlight.So proud of all the Olympic athletes here's to you.