Cement @ MindSay

Here's to the grass that grows through the
cracks of the pavement on the street find the weakness
and defeat the concete
this is your'e mother calling, who you've abused and uprooted
chopped down, bruised, polluted, and used any way you've
suited

you know that book where that Tree
gives that spoiled little kid
damn near everything he needs
limbs, branches, and leaves
while i'm hear to decree now, that that Tree is me
but now I'm only just a stump!

this self fulfilling Profit Margin
got no way to stop enlarging
Monkeys will piss in the well
where they get there drinking water from
and not even notice the smell...

you say you wanna save the planet but you
know you're Mother's planned it so that
She's not the one who needs saving
so good luck with all of your paving
but you know that youi'll be sorry when I'm...

gone just like that little punk
who cut down my trunk and carved me up
and sailed away that day i admit i really wish he sunk
cuz don't forget in the end like destiny
he sat his ass on what was left of me
and sailed off int a strip mall sea
thinking, "Now where are my children gonna play?"

so here's to the grass tha's growing throught the cracks
and claim in the name of the Mother
the other side is fighting back
here's to the grass that's pushing up high
in that pace we used to call outside

you say you wanna save the planet but you
know you're Mother's planned it so that
She's not the one who needs saving
so good luck with all of your paving
but you know that youi'll be sorry when I'm...

-sigh- i had to post this because i wittnessed another unnecessary chopping down of an innocent life, Tree. HOW many more untill your HAPPY! untill you cant breathe, untill ur children have no idea what a vegetable is or what the woods look like.. damn! cement. ugh.

The bar is going along nicely. I still have my moments when I doubt that this is going to work and I fear I'll be bankrupt and old and sad but then, in other moments, I feel positive and sure of myself. I still don't have name for it though. My son says "The Blue Iguana" won't work as people will think it's an expensive cocktail lounge. the Liqour Licence is almost done, the lease is amost done, the loan is almost done. Not far to go now and the whatever-the-hell-it's-going-to-be-called-bar will be open for business.

In other news, today I went over to m'ma's house (they are away intertsate) and continued my work, rendering the fireplace and mantle. I used to think it would be fun to learn how to render. I've learned so much about renovating houses and so far I've enjoyed all of it. Then I decided to render.

Yesterday, I stained the back door of my house and also the garage door. they look foine, I'm really pleased with them. Today I decided to go back to m'ma's and have another go at the fireplace. I've found the secret to rendering is to get the cement/sand/lime mix to the consistency of chocolate mousse (why do all my analogies compare things to food items?) it tends to stick better to the wall and it's easier to trowel. Sadly, the bits I'm doing are the surrounds of the fireplace and they are small, finicky areas.

I've decided I hate this stuff but I'm halfway so I must complete the task.

What IS a good name for a Rock'n'Roll'n'Blues bar anyway? 

Michelle vs. Cement stairs

Cement stairs won...now I've got a few nice marks...on my face...to prove it o.o; they aren't THAT bad...but enough to make me not want to go to thanksgiving tomorrow and suffer the ridicule of my brother...the worst one is above my lip o.O kinda pisses me off but oh well can't do nothing about it now. hopefully in a couple hours it won't be so bad, I took a tiny bit out of one of my teeth so on monday I've got to go get that fixed. *rolls eyes* so graceful.