Stones

I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need

Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want, no!
You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)
You can't always get what you want (no)
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
Oh yes! Woo!

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!
Oh yeah!

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yes...

Drifter

I'm a drifter, lonesome drifter
Got no place to call my home no more
I'm a wanderer, lonesome wanderer
Got no one to call my own no more

Got no strings to tie me down
Got no cause to hang around
What difference does it make which way I go
Got an empty feelin' down inside
Still I need to stay alive

Who can tell what waits beyond this road
I'm a drifter, lonesome drifter
Got no one to call my own no more

Got no strings to tie me down
Got no cause to hang around
What difference does it make which way I go
Got an empty feelin' deep inside
Still I need to stay alive
And who can tell what waits beyond this road
I'm a drifter, lonesome drifter
Got no one to call my own no more

Got no one to call my own no more

New Fall Fashions

Blue Steel! And now to the left...and the right.

Malette is introducing his fall fashions here. Enjoy!

18 Months

Here is the photo that my mom referred to in the Dog Parking post.

Dog Parking

Despite the abnormally cold temperatures for Minnesota in April, the boys and I went to the dog park. I had forgotten how fun it was, but also how much work it is. Not to mentioned that it is entirely unsafe to transport one of our dogs with all his constant whining and antics (i.e. pulling up the emergency break when going hiway speeds and bumping the shifter into neutral). As for work, the dogs need a one hour bath time just to get the Mississippi mud off them. Forget about getting that oder out of their newly shorn coats. Despite all this, it is a HUGE joy to see the Brits do what they are bred to do- search and run. Off they go like two tail lights in the night and circling around my moving perimeter as I jaunt down the trail. Success for this activity is the quiet I am experiencing post-dog park.

A rare moment of stillness at the Mississippi dog park.

My Painting Is Almost Done

I just have a little touch up area and then I am done!

Hope Spring Eternal

Here is a photo of our flower garden. I enjoy how the new, young and bright green, are going up amongst the old, dusty, and spent flowers of yesteryear.