Trace's Place For Homemade B'logna: THE BUS STOPS! HEAR?

Trace's Place For Homemade B'logna: THE BUS STOPS! HEAR?: "THE BUS STOPS! HEAR?" So, these past months, with all this crud and coughing and stuffy, and my teeth work, I've had such ch...

THE BUS STOPS! HEAR?

"THE BUS STOPS! HEAR?" So, these past months, with all this crud and coughing and stuffy, and my teeth work, I've had such chipmunk cheeks. But, then with the down time, I've had time to go thru some old photos when I was a kid. Guess what? Turns out I've always been cheeky. Bussed-sted! PIMP LOL. Hope you have an amusing Sunday. Us? Gonna try to do some music and see if we're still choking. Hope not. I'm so ready to get off the sick bus. And, get back into the uh...music-ment park. The amusing thing I realized? When I was a kid, I was such an adult. And, now that I'm an adult, I'm such a kid. Cheeky, indeed. Signed, The Lips May Speak But The Tongue's In Cheek

Pencil Me In!

Some Sunday humor & rumor from the penciled pages of my righting wrongs and writing songs life. Criticism is a funny thing. Being hip to the crit helps us not become a hip o'crit. You know? Taking it with a grain of salt. Or a speck of dust. When it comes to judging others, we tend to see the speck of dust in their eye and not the log in our own. My paraphrase? You can't see the truth for the tree, let alone the forest, in your eye, yet you see the speck of saw dust in another. Maybe we need to saw down our own forest of blindess before seeing their faults. Takes a lot of gumption to do either. Movie for this? Forest Gumption. PIMP LOL. Have a fun Sunday night and week ahead. Time to turn the page on another weekend and another chapter. Life? Pencil me in! SIgned, She Came, She Saw, She Vent

Imagine That!

I think imagination is such a cool, amazing gift from God. If we can't imagine blue velvet pumpkins or elfs and magic, or lyrics to songs, or put images to books as we read them, how could we possibly imagine Him. Imagination is born in the soul. Grows up in the mind. Real life would be hard to imagine without it. Real life. You can't make it up. Learning to make believe helps to believe. Signed, Her Imagination Is Not All In Her Head

Place Settings!

Yesterday was the dentist and a couple groceries. At the dentist, I had to have a plate in my mouth for a few minutes without gagging. The dentist said I have such a lil mouth he had to use a kid's size. Like teenie painted lips on a porcelain doll. Oh right. More like a rag doll. Haha. And, he liked that, though I have plenty I could complain about, I don't. He made my day, but I do wonder how music gets out of there? And, my mom wonders if I have a kid mouth now, how did I have an adult size mouth as a kid. PIMP LOL. And, speaking of gagging and plates and mouths, there's the grocery store... Later, after we got home, found out the cereal contained pesticides and the ground chuck was recalled for ecoli. Yummy. A nutha store trip today to return. No complaints. I'm up for a mutha, I mean a nutha day, so my lips speak thanks. Mostly... Oh. BTW? Anybody remember the saying "gag me with a spoon"? Well, when things are really disgusting or tough or throwup-y, I say, "gag me with a whole place setting"! Hope you have a fun day. We all have things we could complain about, I guess. Complain or come pray'n. Some days, my rare health issues gag me with a whole place setting, but unless there's a gag order issued from above, I won't stop trying to sing and laugh. Neither should you. Signed, She Knows Her Place In Every Setting

Be Still To Still Be!

Occasionally, you must be still in order to still be. Yes, I have been quite sick with a very bad pneumonia these past 6 weeks. My husband and I both. Amd, we lost a dear friend to it. Will catch up on some posts this week as I am finally seeing some improvement. Had to be still for a bit. But, now it's time to move. Signed, She Writes To Fight

Deck The Halls!

So, who doesn’t like to go caroling around the neighborhood! We started out with ♫Deck The Halls♫. How was I to know the first house of neighbors name WAS “The Halls”, and that Joe would actually deck them. Joe got mad when he thought we were telling him to put on Don's clothes because his own apparel was gay. Actually, they were very happy, joyous clothes. He just didn't get it.And, by the time we got to the “Boughs” house next door? Things had become even stranger. Mr. Bough had hung his wife Holly on the front door and called her Wreath-a. He thought she was harping at him by calling him an ancient troll so I guess he striked the harp alright! And, to top it off? Yul? Well, he was all decorated with flashing lights and caught himself on fire. We def saw the blazing Yul before us! We had to put him out and then get fa la la away! Lesson? Never underestimate the power of literal song interpretation. Next year? We’re singing “Silent Night”! Be neighborly wherever you are. Life is interpreted by each person uniquely. And, be happy! Don your gay smile. And, don't take things the wrong way. Even if meant the wrong way. Choose to take things the jolly way 'stead of the folly way. Have a fun month. Oh. And, yes. My wreath I made has skates and roses on them. Oh. One more thing. Our Christmas song is in first comment with story. Signed, She Sleighs You

It Takes Bulbs!

And, it's Monday. Again! And, it's been frosty here in Florida. Yay. And, this is a frosty creamer that was my Great Grandma's. I always get it out for a Christmas decoration with some lil bulbs to add color. Have a fun Friday. It's easy to get down or lose your cool round this time of year with all our busy-ness and minding your own business. It takes bulbs. And lots of praying. So, stay frosty. Keep others in mind. Give them love steada giving them the bizness. Me? I don't mind if you stop by and give me the bizness at www.basicband.biz You'll find some frosty music on our new CD. It will help you keep your cool. And, if you get our CD, you get our Christmas dl free. Signed, She Don't Mind Your Bizness