Moving to WordPress

 Moving to WordPress

I have unpublished all my past blogs on here and I am in the process of updating my New Blog on Word Press. Please visit me there. mymarriedlifeinarkansas.wordpress.com

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 It's One Big Headache!

[Verse 1]

Kids running wild, yelling so loud,

Chaos unleashed in my rowdy crowd.

Climbing the walls, smashing their toys,

My head’s pounding from all the noise.

[Bridge]

I need a quiet space, a break from the sound,

Just a little stillness, where peace is found.

This chaos inside, I can’t take much more,

I’m yearning for calm to settle the war.

[Verse 2]

My kitchen’s a warzone; it’s a sensory fight.

Garlic and onions—nothing smells right.

The trash is brewing its own parade,

Every whiff hits like a handgrenade.

[Chorus]

OH...My aching head, it’s about to explode.

Every sound adds another heavy load.

Just some peace and quiet, that’s all I crave.

To rescue me from this pounding wave.

[Verse 3]

My husband’s chatter just won’t cease.

A whirlwind of words, no sign of peace.

Blah Blah This! Blah Blah That!

Please, enough!—my brain’s gone flat.

[Chorus]

OH...My aching head, it’s about to explode.

Every sound adds another heavy load.

Just some peace and quiet, that’s all I crave.

To rescue me from this pounding wave.

[Outro]

This stupid song, it's a big mistake,

A pounding headache I just can't shake.

Singing this tune, my sanity's at stake,

It's driving me mad—It's one big headache!

 A Dance with a Stranger

The flashing lights danced on the checkered floor, pulsating with every beat of the music. The rhythm coursed through my body as though I was part of the song. People flickered like colored ghosts—red, blue, purple, white, yellow—disappearing into darkness when the beat stopped. A new pulse ignited an uproar, shaking the crowd into a frenzy. Bright dots shimmered and darted across the incandescent floor squares, chasing the pounding rhythm.

Making my way through the dance floor to our table, I caught sight of him sitting at a crowded table, talking but watching me. I smiled slightly and veered left to join my party. My newlywed husband of three months was dancing in the middle of a group of women, throwing 70s-style moves that no one uses anymore. I smirked at his foolishness, lifted my drink from the table, and took a long sip.

"What are you drinking?" a voice yelled over my shoulder. Turning, I saw the man from the table—pink lips under a finely trimmed mustache.

"Sex on the beach," I said, cheeks burning as he turned and walked toward the bar. His gait had an effortless charm. When he returned, he handed me a drink and sat beside me.

"What’s this?" I asked.

"Sex on the beach," he said with a grin. His dark brown eyes met mine, framed by slightly curly black hair. Before I could ask his name, he leaned closer. "Wanna dance?" he asked as the music shifted.

We hit the dance floor, the groove fast and exhilarating. There was no need for touching; our steps spoke louder. I had to look up to see his face. His mustache curved downward at the edges, and his chin, slightly pointy, was softened by a hint of stubble. His uniform—a pressed navy blue shirt and straight-legged pants adorned with shiny brass—hinted at his military rank. His eyes never left mine. As the music slowed, he took my hands, pulling me closer. The couples around us clung together, swaying to the soft melody.

"What’s your name?" he finally asked.

"Carol," I replied. "And yours?"

He tapped the name tag above his breast pocket. We danced until the music changed again, transitioning back to the high-energy beat. Time blurred as we moved together. 

When the night ended, he walked me back to my seat. My husband approached, kissed my cheek, and the man disappeared into the crowd without a word.

As we left, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d met the man of my dreams—tall, dark, handsome, and in uniform. A stranger from out of town who, for one night, felt like destiny. 

The next day, my girlfriend told me he’d returned to the nightclub and asked about me. His name, etched on his uniform, stayed with me, unforgettable. But I never acted on my impulses. That moment faded, like the music, leaving only a bittersweet memory of what could have been.

Day 15 Refections of being a YouTuber

Day 15 Refections of being a YouTuber

How I feel about Today

What life is like today by AI generated images. 

Words entered "a picture of when life hands you lemons make lemonade "

Renaming my YouTube Channel

Hey everybody 

I have been thinking hard today about my channel. I really need to niche down but finding that niche is hard. It has been so hard that my brain hurts, but I think I have found a niche for me. 

As you may know or not know, I have been married to Eugene, AKA Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man, for 31 years. I think maybe marriage advise is the way to go. We can to podcast together and just talk about how to get along and other things like that. 

So I am also thinking about changing my channel name from LC Sanders to the same name as my blogger name, "Married in Arkansas."

So what do you think? Not only can I use Blogger for my writing, but I can relate everything to my channel here on YouTube.
And I also want to change my icon from my sim to a picture of me. Will one of these pictures work, or should I get a more professional picture taken? I am trying to keep all this real. 

Please head over to my YouTube channel and check out my community post and let me know which picture you think I should choose, or should I do something else?

Thanks for reading, and any and all comments are welcome.

Lisa's Corner #21

A new place in Sardis called "Farm to Table Country Kitchen and Vintage Market" opened earlier this year. After the previous owner closed up shop, I figured it would just sit there as another empty building.

One weekend while driving by on Sardis Road, my husband and I were talking about what we would do it if we were able to get the building. I was thinking it would be a good place for a community center to rent out for weddings, family reunions, birthdays, etc. My husband thought it would be a great place to open a resturant and play live music. Back in the 90’s, we lived in Monticello and patronized a place called Melodies and Meals. They played live music and the owners wife cooked all the food. It was only a small place on Main Street in Monticello but the local musicians came to practice and play.

Tom Self and Carl Johnson (my dad). Taken in the mid 1980's.

My husband and I have been in the resale business for over 20 years together. I grew up with a father who would sell at the Pine Bluff Flea Market and he opened several different kinds of small shops in Sheridan. Buying and selling has been part of my life for most of my life so having a husband who also grew up buying and selling shouldn’t be no surprise to those who know me. My husband has been buying and selling since he could pull his little red wagon. He would sell turnip greens from his daddies garden. He was the youngest buyer in Southeast Arkansas at the local auction in Monticello. He was a ringman at the local auction and worked with several different auctioneers over the years. Everyone in Monticello knew him and selling is in his blood. He is also knowable in antique glass and vintage stuff in general. His auction family taught him well.

We personally know Wesley and Charlene Brown who now own the metal building next to the Dollar Store on Sardis. They are having great success. The locals are coming in to check it out even if it is just to browse. Everyone keeps asking about the kitchen. I think everyone is going to be surprised when they get a taste of Charlene’s cooking. She can cook anything. I am so glad that it was bought by them. They even have kept the Shoe tree alive that was taken down by the road department. A local painter painted a likeness of the Shoe tree on the metal building complete with shoes.

So when you have a free Saturday afternoon, take a little drive to Sardis. You will know you are in Sardis because you will see a sign that states “All Roads Lead to Sardis.” Stop in and say “hi” to Wesley and Charlene. Please feel free to browse around. They have a little bit of everything and if they don’t have it just ask. Tell them what you are looking for and they will pass it on to their booth renters. We like to know what you are looking for whether it is something vintage, handmade or new. Let us know. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

I think we have a strong community that can band together to help support our local business. Thanks again, Lisa Sanders 08/12/2018.