Well, it’s not lunch time, it’s dinner time, but either way I’m back. I learned something new today on
my earlier recorded Anderson Cooper. One new word entered into the dictionary this year was ear worm. The meaning is a song or melody that repeats itself in someone’s head. So apparently the radio station in my head is just an ear worm. So, the ear worm now is, It’s a Miracle, by Boy George.
A small miracle happened today and I’ve been singing it since then. Can’t go into it now,
hittin’ up Walmart.But do sing along
Barrelassers ūüôā


“Love is alive and at our breakfast table everyday of the week. Love is alive and it grows everyday and night even in our sleep. Love is alive and it’s made a happy woman outta me, oh love is alive…and here by me.”
I’m totally kidding. All the love in my house is asleep except me. I just had Ramen noodles for breakfast (of all things, can you imagine?) by myself while reading a magazine.
That’s a great song by The Judds, who I really like, but the only reason I’m singing that song is because I started out singing that song “Love don’t live here…anynore” by another lady who’s name is on the tip of my tongue, but I thought…well that’s not true. So I had to counteract that song with a happy song about love living here. Crazy, right? I can already tell this is gonna be a hell of a morning for the radio in my head.
Until further notice(hopefully around lunch time) sing some Judds. Any song you like. Go all crazy with it!
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¬†Now then, Barrelassin’ through life today I chose to crank up Duran Duran’s Greatest. I must say this was against my son’s wishes, but I was driving , so I won.
This takes me back to the days when fan clubs were the big thing. However, looking back, I never remember joining a single fan club for a rock or pop band or artist. That seems odd to me. I must have joined a zillion Country bands/artists fan clubs, but only remember ever getting newsletters or anything from Mickey Gilley and The Osmond Brothers. Anyway, back to the point. I recall me and my cousin listening to Duran Duran one day way back when, and coming up with this grand story to tell my younger cousin. We ended up telling her that we had joined the Duran Duran fan club, and they had called us to work for the fan club. Only someone younger than us, which was about eleven would’ve believed that two twelve year olds were now going to be in charge of the Duran Duran fan club. They were gonna call us with more details when they got to town, which of course would be at a secret time. I wonder what kind of job we would’ve done? Do they even¬†have a fan club now? Why the big lie to my little cousin? We didn’t have computers and Ipods and texting and all that. We had outside and thought we were lucky to have MTV.¬†

¬†Well, I still haven’t found the energy to bring back Parachute pants, but maybe over the weekend….Shouldn’t be too hard to pretend with this song stuck in your head today…Union of the Snake, by Duran Duran. Enjoy Barrelassers


¬†Ok, so three days to go¬†, and me and my mama will be heading off to see Bret Michaels. When I hear Bret/Poison, this is what I See in my head…Three teenage girls sitting in a bathroom with crimping irons, make-up and cigarettes that we took out of my aunt’s purse. We smell the place up with cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. We accidentally burned the corner of the vanity, because we put our smokes there while we crimped and applied another layer of eyeshadow and lipstick (only to take it off and reapply.) We have a tape player in the bathroom with us and we play and sing Poison over and over and over again.¬† “Screamin’ Scratchin, Tearing down the walls.” Never got tired of that song. “Talk Dirty to Me” never got old either. At some point, we’d make it out of the bathroom and no matter how the evening ended, we did the same thing all over again the very next day.

¬†So, The Big Barrelassin’ Hats Off today goes to Bret Michaels and the rest of Poison for singing us through many many days and years. Keep it rockin’ boys!
 In other Bret news, he tweeted that his daughters and their friend saw Justin Bieber in concert and got to meet Justin. Bret helped raise awareness at PINKTOBER Breast Cancer Benefit. Bret supports many causes and has a pretty loyal following. You can also check out his line of pet items at Petsmart stores for your furry friends. F.Y.I. It has also been reported that he has been named the all time favorite winner of Celebrity Apprentice! Way to go Bret.
¬†Till next time…roll down the windows and sing Talk Dirty To Me as loud as you can!
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Bret Michaels and Poison. Open up and say AHHH

Bret Michaels and Poison Open up and say AHHH

Ok, so I’ve been Barrelassin’ around the last few days listening to Poison. Getting myself all psyched up for the Bret Michaels show tomorrow night! Me and Barrelassin’ Mama will be taking a little road trip. We’re really excited. Now I’m in the library with “I won’t forget you” playing over and over in my head! Me and Papa Jay bought the new 2 disc poison cd the other day, and the moment that song came on, I was like, ” man, doesn’t that make your heart just sink? Take you back to a day when someone ripped your heart out or didn’t like you back, and you make you just wanna lay down and cry, but in a good way?” lol.
¬†He had a weird look on his face. He said’ it’s a good song, I’ll give it that’ and added that he never thought of anything like that. Truth is, he probably thought how sad it must have been to be me lol. I can’t think of one single person I related that song to, but when it came out, even if you weren’t sad, you got sad cause that was the point of the song. You were obligated to be sad! So I was thinking, when I was a youngin’ and and following the rules for sad songs, Papa Jay, who is four years older than me, was mostly thinking of the guitar licks and whether he liked them or not. Probably thought if he learned how to play that song, he’d have all the girls
¬†Anyway, gotta Barrelass up to the school and get my baby girl from volleyball practice, so I will leave you with this song stuck in your head guessed it..I won’t forget you, by Poison.
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Long day, I didn’t even listen to music today, but I didn’t have to. I’ve had a great song swirling around in my head for the last couple of days. Ready? THE WARRIOR! BY SCANDAL! Yeah, I’m serious. “Shootin’ at the walls of heartache, bang bang, I am the warrior. Heart to heart you’ll win..if you survive, the warrior.” Apparently my mind took a little trip back to 1984 with absolutely no warning at all. Barrelassin’ around the house one minute, and the next BOOM! There it was. The Warrior. I’m not complaining though. I would much rather feel like a little girl dancing in front of my tv like some kind of badass with my cousins, cause I am of course, a warrior, rather than dancing around now to some of the stuff I am forced to listen to.

¬†They say when people get Alzheimers they can’t remember yesterday, but they think they’re living in an earlier period of their lives. (This could be by choice) All I’m asking is, if I get this terrible disease, please please please let me live in the eighties! (After we got cable with MTV of course.)

¬†Now, good luck getting that song out of your head when you’re trying to sleep tonight!
 Enjoy Barrelassers:)


Way awesome for Eddie Van Halen! Guitar World Readers Poll voted Eddie Van Halen “Greatest Guitarist Of All Time.” The last time I was able to blog, I know I said we’d cover some Bon Jovi, but I can’t let the Greatest Guitarist of all time slip through the blogging cracks without giving him his day.

¬†If you consider the fact that Van Halen is my all time favorite band in the world, then it’s a wonder this isn’t strictly a Van Halen blog. I could never take a trip down my memory lane of music with only one Van Halen story or song. I could talk about the most recent Van Halen tour…how I had a Van Halen party and cake for my birthday back in January (2012) and all we played was Van Halen music (and drinking games) while I patiently awaited the day the tickets went on sale. Or how me and my cousin drove nearly four hours from home to spend the night and wait for the tickets to go on sale. How I ended up with second row, and nine of us went to Nashville, Tn. in April to see the show (all as my birthday present) including my seventy year old mother!

¬†I could talk about how when I was a kid in 1987 my mom had a Van Halen cake made for my birthday. It said “Van Halen..Heavy Metal Heroes.” And how she took my Van Halen pin from my blue jean jacket (omg, the pins and patches that covered jean jackets in those days, haven’t seen anyone sporting that lately) and also placed it on my cake.

¬†I could talk about how amazing it was when I bought the V.I.P package in 2004 (I think) to see them eight hours from home, and got to go the soundcheck and a party backstage(without the band) got some cool band swag…I could talk about Van Halen all day in fact, so the best thing to do right now is go back to saying how awesome for Eddie Van Halen on his latest poll win and wind this thing up.

¬†Since my current ringtone is “Jump” by Van Halen, that’s the song you should be Barrelassin around with in your head today!
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Take me back Barrelassers! Anytime I think of going back, I automatically start singing, “Take me back, cuz I need to be reminded, what I left behind¬†is so far away……” I could go on and on. That song of course is called Take Me Back by Cinderella. Not the Princess, the rock band.

This takes me back to two places. The time is obviously 1988 and 1989. One place is the school bus. During seventh and eighth grade, I’d get on the bus every morning (well, not every morning, but I tried) the bus driver would hold out his hand and I’d give him the tape of my choosing for the day. He’d always let me hear whatever I wanted. Many, many of those times it was the ‘Long Cold Winter’ tape by Cinderella. The little kids on the bus never complained. It must be stuck in their heads today lol. (You’re welcome Cinderella.) A lot of times it was Bon Jovi’s ‘New Jersey’ tape, but let’s not get off track. Maybe we’ll do him tomorrow

¬†So this takes me to another place. My bedroom. Me and my Barrelassin’ mama are sitting on my bed. Just chatting I guess. As we’re talking, her eyes are scanning my room and they keep stopping on my door. On my door was one of those long door posters that covered the entire door from¬†top to bottom of Cinderella. Finally, she looks at me so seriously and announces “I’m sorry, I can’t help but say this, those have got to be the ugliest women I’ve ever seen.” Of course I thought that was hysterical and told her they were men. She still wasn’t sure when she left my room I don’t think. Anyway, that’s gonna have to do it for now. Go find yourself a copy of ‘Long Cold Winter’ and crank up ‘Take Me Back.’
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First of all I’d just like to know….why must we rock n’ roll all night, and party everyday? What if we wanted to rock n’ roll¬†every day and party all night? Perhaps some people would like to rock n’ roll every day and night, or maybe even party all day n’ night or even both.

¬†So we did it. Me and my Barrelassin’ mama saw Bret Michaels last night. It wasn’t a very big venue so our Gold circle general admission put us right in the front, center stage. There were two opening bands, both local from the area I assume since I’m not from that area. For the life of me I don’t know what the names of the bands were. It was pretty loud and I didn’t understand them when they said who they were (I will have to research this) but both bands were very good and quite a bit more aggressive rock than Bret Michaels. Bret put on a wonderful show, we were able to get small handshakes as he walked in front of us on the stage, and he gave Barrelassin Mama a pick. I have some very awesome photos that I may share.

¬†Although I had a wonderful time, my knees hurt, my toes are killing me from my boots I was Barrelassing around in, and the gloomy thought of having to get out of this bed and drive four hours back home is hovering over me like a black cloud. I mean, let’s be honest here, I really don’t even want to open the curtains and let the light in. That being said, I can’t live at the Microtel so I must get a move on, but no one, and I mean no one, ¬†can stop me from driving home in my pajamas
¬†If you want¬†a tip of the day from me,¬†well you’re probably reading the wrong blog, but today I just may have one for you. When you go out at night, drink one less beer.

¬†It’s all fun and games till you have to go Barrelassin’ back home the next day.
Now, wander around with this stuck in your head for the rest of the day…Something to Believe In, by of course, Poison. I’m thinking tomorrow we can resume every other song stuck in my head that’s not by Bret Michaels lol.
¬†A big Barrelassin’ hats off to Barrelassin’ Mama for having a blast with me lastnight!
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