DogGs & DogGettes ~
If you haven't yet voted on my current 'Battle Of The Bands' post, do that first by clicking HERE.
The dreaming has begun again. The last two nights I had some wild ones.
I told my friend Gem Julie about the one the night before in her most recent blog bit's comment section ('Empty Nest Insider'). I was a librarian / security guard, and I was in trouble because I couldn't put the books away, etc. (I think it may have been the pickles, buttermilk, and candy "orange slices" I consumed just before bedtime.)
Last night, I was in a cool bar with my Pa. He was intoxicated and in jeopardy of being permanently banned from the bar, and I was trying to reason with him. After that, the dream started to get weird.
At some point much later, Keith, this guy I just recently met, entered the dream, and then so did my dear ol' saddle pal, Kathleen. She accidentally spilled some of my Gin & Tonic. She sipped some spillage from off the table top and said, "Ohhh...."
Well, according to Keith and Kathleen, I'm in jeopardy of dying soon. So, if you never hear from me again, you can assume that I or my computer (which has been acting up badly recently) died.
I woke up this morning with one of my all-time favorite Van Morrison songs playing in my mind.
Some bloggers will do almost anything, ANYTHING - jump through any hoop - to gain a new blog 'Follower', or to keep from losing a current 'Follower'. That's not me though. I prefer a 'Following' that is smaller, smarter, with strong scruples.
That's why I'm saying... if you don't like this song,
DON'T COME BACK!
[He's just joking.
No, he's not!
Yes, he is.
No, he's not!
'IF YOU ONLY KNEW' - Van Morrison
If you haven't yet voted on my current 'Battle Of The Bands' post, do that last by clicking HERE.
~ Stephen T. McCarthy
Welcome back, my friends, to the "Battle" that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend. Come inside! Come inside!
This is 'BATTLE OF THE BANDS' ('BOTB') where you listen to different recordings and vote for the one you like best. A new Battle gets posted on the 1st of each month and on the 7th, I place my own vote, tally 'em all up and announce the winner.
Friend? Foe? Stranger? No matter, ALL are welcome. So pull up a chair, pour yourself 24 oz. of DOG BITE High Gravity Lager (or the poison of your choice) and turn it up to Eleven!
[NOTE: Links to the first year of 'BOTB' (#1 - #24) can be found at the very bottom of this page.]