Lucretia McEvil – Blood, Sweat and Tears

Posted on October 20, 2010 by Wyzwmn

Canadian Rockers Blood Sweat and Tears featuring David Clayton Thomas


Lucretia MacEvil
Little girl what’s your game?
Hard luck and trouble
Bound to be your claim to fame
Tail-shakin’ home-breakin’ truckin’ through town
Each and every country-mother’s son, hangin’ ’round
Drive a young man insane
Evil that’s your name
Lucretia MacEvil
That’s the thing you’re doin’ fine
Back seat Delilah
Got your six-foot jug o’wine, woman
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothin’ that your daddy wouldn’t do for kicks
Never done a thing worth-while
Evil woman-child.
(spoken) ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad
(Instrumental Interlude)
(Bridge) Devil got you lucy
Under lock and key
Ain’t about to set you free
Sign sealed and witnessed
Since the day you were born
No use tryin’ to fake him out
No use tryin’ to make him out
Soon, he’ll be takin’ out his due
What-cha goin’ to do?
Ooh, Lucy MacEvil
Honey, where ya been all night?
Your hair’s all messed up babe
And the clothes you’re wearin’
Just don’t fit ya right
Big Daddy Joe’s, payin’ your monthly rent
Tells his wife he can’t imagine where the money went
Dressin’ you up in style, evil woman-child
(spoken) Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad
(Instrumental Interlude)

(spoken) Awe, here she comes, trouble
Well Lucy, walkin’ down main street, lookin’
Well, tell me ’bout it
Where ya’ been girl?!
Stop lyin’, stop lyin’, stop lyin’, Lucy!
Ooooh, tell the truth girl!
(Instrumental Interlude)

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I need a camera….

Posted on October 19, 2010 by Wyzwmn

sometimes you just really need to get a picture….

Last night I posted on my Facebook
that I felt that I was in need of
some adult supervision

cos I’d just burnt supper twice
I was attempting to fry some eggs
and both times burnt them…
it’s a damn good thing they come
in packages of 12 no?

so here’s the rest of the story….

when I got home from worklast night
I discovered that Mz Pix,
who is locked in the kitchen
all day while I’m away,
had somehow,
once again
pushed the garbage can
off of the little
rubber maid step stool
that it sits on
onto the floor
…and spread garbage everywhere.

I climbed over the gate
and pulled on the rubber gloves
and started scraping things back
into the can…
which lay on its side on the floor,
all the while
having this full blown
discourse with the dog
about how she knows better
and she’s smarter than that,
and was she playing
or trying to get my attention

…ending with “if the Fadder
could hear me now
he’d figure
I was off my rocker
because he says all women
talk to their dogs
like they do kids
and that makes us all nuts
in his books….”

so….the phone rang in the living room
I jumped the gate
and answered it…
when I was done I went back into the kitchen,
opening the gate this time…
grabbed the can
snapped the lid back on
and put it back on the stool.

5 min later
I burnt the first set of eggs
I spoke about last night.

I decided to sit at my desk
and check my email…
and in doing so I hear
a little squeak…
but I can’t find the dog

I check the bedroom,
the bathroom,
the closet,
under the comforter on the couch…
even the yard…
no dog

I went back into the kitchen
to put on another set of eggs…
because I figured she was in her crate
and cowering
from the lecture she’d received
and I hear the squeak again.

You got it….
Pixie’s locked in the garbage can!

I flip open the top
and she’s very happy to see me
(what a picture that would have made)
however,
once I got her out of the garbage
she spent the rest of the evening
sitting between me and the tv
giving me the stink eye over her shoulder.

…and I burnt the eggs again

This dog
has a skull the size of a peach pit
and apparently
it holds more smarts than mine.

*sigh*

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