I found this interesting and thought I would post it.

On 18 Feb. 1966 John Kerry signed a 6 year enlistment contract ith the Navy (plus a 6-month extension during wartime). On 18 Feb. 1966 John Kerry also signed an Officer Candidate contract for 6 years -- 5 years of ACTIVE duty & ACTIVE Naval Reserves, and 1 year of inactive standby reserves (See items #4> >& $5). Because John Kerry was discharged from TOTAL ACTIVE DUTY of only 3 years and 18 days on 3 Jan. 1970, he was then required to attend 48 drills peryear, and not more than 17 days active duty for training. Kerry was also subject to the Uniform Code of Military Justice. Additionally, Kerry, as a commissioned officer, was prohibited from making adverse statements against his chain of command or statements against his country, especially during time of war. It is also interesting to note that Kerry did not obtain an honorable discharge until Mar. 12, 2001 even though his service obligation should have ended July 1, 1972. Lt. John Kerry's letter of 21 Nov. 1969 asking for an early release from active US Navy duty falsely states, "My current regular period of obligated service would be completed in December of this year." On Jan. 3, 1970 Lt. John Kerry was transferred to the Naval Reserve Manpower Center in Bainbridge, Maryland. Where are Kerry's Performance Records for 2 years of obligated Ready Reserve, the 48 drills per year required and his 17 days of active duty per year training while Kerry was in the Ready Reserves? Have these records been released? Has anyone ever talked to Kerry's Commanding Officer at the Naval Reserve Center where Kerry drilled? On 1 July 1972 Lt. John Kerry was transferred to Standby Reserve - Inactive. On 16 February 1978 Lt. John Kerry was discharged from US Naval Reserve. Below are some of the crimes Lt. Kerry USNR committed as a ReadyReservist, while he was acting as a leader of Vietnam Veterans Against the War: 1. Lt. Kerry attended many rallies where the Vietcong flag was displayed while our flag was desecrated, defiled, and mocked, thereby giving aid and comfort to the enemy. 2. Lt. Kerry was involved in a meeting that voted on assassinating members of the US Senate. 3. Lt. Kerry lied under oath against fellow soldiers before the US Senate about crimes committed in Vietnam. 4. Lt. Kerry professed to being a war criminal on national television, and condemned the military and the USA. 5. Lt. Kerry met with NVA and Vietcong communist leaders in Paris, in direct violation of the UCMJ and the U.S. Constitution. Lt. Kerry by his own words & actions violated the UCMJ and the U.S. Code while serving as a Navy officer. Lt. Kerry stands in violation of Article 3, Section 3 of the U.S. Constitution. Lt. Kerry's 1970 meeting with NVA Communists in Paris is in direct violation of the UCMJ's Article 104 part 904, and U.S. Code 18 & U.S.C. 953. That meeting, and Kerry's subsequent support of the communists while leading mass protests against our military in the year that followed, also place him in direct violation of our Constitution's Article 3, Section 3, which defines treason as "giving aid and comfort" to the enemy in time of warfare. The Constitution's Fourteenth Amendment, Section 3, states, "No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice-President .. having previously taken an oath...to support the Constitution of the United States, [who has] engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof.
"A. L. "Steve" Nash, MAC Ret, UDT/SEAL> >SEAL Authentication Team - Director AuthentiSEAL> >Phone 707 438 0120> >"The only service where all investigators are US Navy SEALs"> >www.authentiseal.org

Kids

Well we are on to day 2 of school, and it wasn't any easier leaving my baby on that play ground today! I was talking with a friend today about over protective parents, and I will admit that yeah I am over protective. I think most parents are in this day and age. There are to many weirdos in this world for us not to be a bit on the over protective side. You hear about it all the time, even here in our little town of about 50,000 people there are weirdos. A few years ago we had a soccer coach that was caught molesting a few of his team members, I would kill someone for molesting my kids. There would never even be any police involved, they would just be here one day and missing the next never to be found again! I think that anyone who molests children should be tortured and then killed, and I think the parents should be allowed to do the torturing and killing! It should be the law, but there are those few in our society that don't think that way. Anyway back on track here, I am an over protective parent, but I still want my boys to become responsible, productive members of our society. I try not to smother them with my over protectiveness, and more times than not I have stood back and closed my eyes when they are doing something I think is dangerous, like riding on the seat of your bike and trying to let go of the handle bars. They need to understand that they are responsible for their actions, and if doing something dangerous gets them hurt after I have told them that they will get hurt, they need to understand they made that choice, and all I can do it be ready to kiss their booboos, and tell them I told you so. I am not saying I allow them to run with sissors or sword fight with steak knives that would just be stupid of me. I am just saying that I try to control my over protectiveness. It isn't always easy for me to do. I would love to be able to control everything they do, but I know that is not really my job as their parent. My job is to teach them right from wrong, my job is to try and make them responsible little people, and my job is to make sure that no one on earth harms them along their journey into adulthood. It is just not easy being a parent!


oh and here is something interesting http://www.skype.com/download.html

Busy weekend

Friday I met my mom half way between her house and mine so she could take the boys home with her. We got there and they all loaded up and then the middle one, who usually has no qualms about going with his granny looked at me with panic in his eyes and said "I don't wanna go mama." I told him he didn't have to go if he didn't want to so he ended up coming home with me. Well he has never been alone, he doesn't know how to be alone, he has always had one of his brothers to play with. I discovered that the middle child requires a lot of attention! He did not get 2 feet away from me or Steve the entire weekend, and he needed to be entertained the whole time! So we spent Friday and Saturday playing with him, and didn't get much else done. Then Sunday I took him with me to mom and dad's to get the other 2, and I am so glad they are home to play with him! They had Wright days, which is a little town celebration at moms, so they had a parade and a lot of fun stuff for the people to do. The oldest won 2nd place in the fishing derby with a 9 and 1/2 inch rainbow trout, he won a tackle box and was very proud of himself! They have a little pond there that they stock for the kids to fish in. I got them home and today was the first day of school for the oldest, he is going to 1st grade this year. It isn't any easier leaving him at school this year than it was last year. I work up with a knot in the pit of my stomach and I am so sad, this feeling lasted everyday of the school year last year, and it is already starting again. I cried all the way home, and I am on the verge of tears just writing about it. I have to take both the oldest and the middle on Wednesday, and this feeling of depression and saddiness is only going to get worse. I hate the fact that they go off and leave me. I don't know what I am going to do next year when I have to leave all 3 of them. At least there is only 3 hours and 15 minutes until I can go pick him up. He was excited and when we got there he just jumped right out of the van and ran off to find his friends, and that broke my heart. I sent him lunch money for the week, I sure hope he remembered to give it to the teacher for his lunch tickets. I worry the whole day. I don't leave my house from 9am until 3:30 when they are in school. I am so frightened that they may need me and I won't be by a phone if I went anywhere! I don't know if this feeling ever ends, but you know that nervous first day jitters most people have when you start something new, that is how I feel every day that they have to go to school. I think I will have to get a job at the school when the baby starts 1st grade, just so I can be close to them. So that is what we have been doing. I am trying to get some house work done today, because I didn't get a thing done this weekend, because we were just to busy playing!

Haha my turn to steal Tricia's post!

ROUND TEN IS GONNA BE A MOTHER!
No really... mother is one of the words!

Hot damn we're gonna have some fun now!

Derek and I got to pick the words...
mine are better... heheh

So here goes:

cake
family
booth
stick
tired
mother
cloudy
hurtful
intoxicated
surrender
If you don't like the words... Derek picked them. :P


No theme!!!!!!!!!

Stories must be in by THURSDAY NIGHT! or the forum police will come after your asses (Barrie and Heather) and believe me, you don't want the forum popo anywhere near your ass!

Go... write... bring happiness to children all over the world, you fricking freaks!!!

Ohh a link I forgot to add a link ok click on the link and it will take you right to the forum for the contest! Come and play. It is fun.

The crazy things boys do

I was cooking dinner last night and the boys were all out front riding their bikes with Steve. So I have everything cooking and walk outside to watch them for a few minute before I have to get back to stirring the dinner. I see my oldest and he actually has a helmet on his head, this was strange my kids never wear them even though they all own at least 2. I have tried to get them to wear them, but it is futile. I give Steve an inquiring minds want to know look, which he didn't quite understand so I had to ask "What is up with the helmet?" To this my husband just points with a blank look on his face, as if he doesn't quit no what to say, so I turn and see my oldest performing stunts on his bike! I see him hauling balls down the hill standing on the seat of the bike attempting to let go of the handle bars! Oh lord it begins, once he starts this the others are sure to follow and then all I can do is stand by and be ready with the key when we have to go to the emergency room. He sees me and begins yelling "look mom look." I ask where the hell he learned such a stupid thing, to which he replies, "I just taught myself. Take a picture of me doing stunts mom." Well of course I go in to get the camera so I can take his picture of this stupidity, why I wanted to encourage him I will never know.

a closer view of the little trick rider! 

When the door shatters

It makes a really loud bang crash, and the glass is impossible to clean up! For some reason my dear husband put a wooden swinging screen up on our back patio door, he muttered something about "there now quit bitching about the bugs coming in the house." We had a normal patio sliding screen on and after replacing it at least 3 times every summer he decided that a swinging one would stay put and the dogs and the kids would quit knocking it off the track therefore I would quit yelling about bugs and flies and other strange things venturing into my house. He was right they have not managed to knock this one down, and the bug population inside is down considerately! He did mention that he hoped it didn't slam into the glass after he installed it, and said he would fix that on his next days off which came and went and the door was forgotten. The wind is blowing with hurricane force however and it did managed to bust the screen right through the glass patio door the is glass everywhere, and the more I scoop up the more I find. I will never get it all picked up. The lesson for today is never ever put a swinging screen door on the back patio unless you like cleaning up glass! Lucky me it only broke one pane of glass, so I fixed the damn thing, how you ask? Yes I thought about nailing the door shut, but then I would have to take the dogs out the front door and around to the gate to let them outside, and well lets face it I am much to lazy to do that and it would intrupt valueable internet time so I nailed a 2x4 to the porch so that next time it swings open it will hit the board instead!

Mom is great!

Mom came by today on her way home from seeing my grandparents in Colorado. I always love when she goes this time of year, she comes home with wonderful treats for me. This time she brought peaches grown in Palisade where my grandparents live, and Colorado sweet corn and it is really good. I gave her a sack of cherry tomatoes to take home with her from my garden. She also brought back a huge Texas watermelon straight from Texas. My grandparents were there a few weeks ago, that is where they are originally from Texas, and I still have lots of family that live there. My grandparents moved to Colorado many many years ago, long before my mama was born, and they have lived in Colorado most of their lives really. Even though my granny has been in Colorado longer than she ever lived in Texas you can still get a hint of that Texas drawl when she says something to you. I was raised with words like "y'all" and I will never pronounce Colorado any other way than Colarada. I have always called my grandparents granny and grandaddy. Growing up I remember some of my friends thinking it was funny that I had a "granny" most everyone else had a "grandma" now my kids have a granny too. I was also raised on southern fried foods like okra, I never knew it was an acquired taste, I have been eating the stuff since I was little and I love it. I know the difference between real corn bread and that sweet stuff some people try to pass off as corn bread, and I know that making biscuits and gravy is an art form and no one on earth can make them as well as granny can. I never knew that iced tea didn't go with every meal, and you were not suppose to give it to children. I was raised on it and so are my boys. I was raised this way because my mama was raised this way and so was her mama. It is funny really my grandparents don't live in Texas, but that is where our roots are, that is what we know. I am a Wyoming girl and I would never be completely at home in Texas, but I can speak the language thanks to my grandparents and their upbringing.

My relationship with Toby Keith

The boys all have colds, not real bad ones just little running nose and cough. The last time they all got real sick they ended up giving their crud to me. I hate getting sick, I always seem to get a lot sicker then the boys. I think that is because I spend a week running myself down taking care of them. So anyway the last time I was sick I was running a fever, a high fever at one point when I checked it my temp was all the way up to a 104.6. Well a fever that high will cause strange things to happen, and you really can't function right. So we had been listening to Toby Keith and when I finally did get into bed I passed right out. I had the realest strangest dream I have ever had in my entire life. I dreamed that I was Toby Keith's tour manager, and he is a very demanding person I will tell you that! I had to arrive in every city that hosted his concerts, and make sure things went well. I had to check everything, the hotel rooms, the food on the menu's, the weather outside, I mean everything had to be just perfect or he would throw a fit. I am sure he isn't like that in real life, but he was so demanding in dream land that he caused me to have a nervose break down and I ended up in the mental ward of some hospital. It was such a real dream that I would hear one of his songs a week later and it would make me so mad all over again. I think that my dream was telling me that I was wearing myself down trying to take care of the boys and I needed to rest or I was going to end up in the hospital, and Toby got thrown into the mix because I had his music on before I had gotten into bed. It was the strangest dream I have ever had though. I hope these colds are gone quickly and I hope that I don't get one too!

Olympics

I have to admit I am not much into the summer Olympics. I like the diving competitions, and I will watch some of the swimming. Even some of the track and field events are not that bad, but I flipped it on tonight and thought I would caught some of the games. To my utter amazement and disbelief was a sport I am sure everyone was tuned into watching with anticipation, yes I am talking about the mighty sport of the trampolene! The excitement, the thrill, what the hell is this? I am talking about the big thing kids fall off of in their back yards and break their arms, the thing my kids sneak over to the neighbors to jump on. Yeah that thing. When did the trampolene become a sport. I can't remember the last time I was watching ESPN and heard "stay tuned after this, the national trampolene event is coming up and you don't want to miss that" or the last time I heard someone say "When I grow up I wanna be a trampoleneist." I would really love to commentate one of these events to "and look at her go, she is really getting some air on that thing, she is about 10 feet high, no 20 no 25 feet high now. Look at the bounce." I mean really what the hell else can you say. What happened to real sports? That is why I am a winter sports kind of person, in the winter Olympics you would never see such things as trampolene. I admit they do have curling, but at least that takes some kind of skill, how smart do you have to be to bounce up and down on a trampolene? For the love of God people it isn't a sport, how can they even pretend it is a sport? I am baffled and down right confused, I know that doesn't take much to get me in that state, but this is just not right.


OH and guess who is back Randy I just read his post and I know a few of you have been wondering about him. Well he is blogging again after getting back from a trip home to see his family. For everyone who doesn't know Randy yet he is stationed in Korea right now, and his wife and 2 sons are at home in Houston TX. So head over and tell him welcome back to blogland.

The baby

My baby is the little comedian in our family, he loves to be funny and ususlly is. He has decided that he is going to school this year with his brother's no matter what I say. We got them all new backpacks for the new school year, and he insisted he needed one to, so of course he got one. Now every morning he gets up, gets dressed and puts his backpack on and wears it all day, saying "I am ready for cool now." He is sure he is going, and the sad truth is he isn't! He isn't going until next year, because he is only 3, and he is my baby and I am not ready for him to run off and leave me just yet, it's bad enough the other 2 are in school already. So anyway I told the baby that he was not going to go to school and he has decided that he will go live with his granny, there are 2 reason he wants to go live with her. She is his favorite person in the world, he loves her more than he loves anyone, and he is sure she will let him go to school. My mom isn't that typical spoil the children kind of grandmother. She doesn't buy them lots of toys everytime she see them, and she doesn't give them their way all the time. She has spanked them all on several occasions, and they have needed it, she treats them the same way I treat them really, but she loves them almost as much as I do. They know she loves them, and they love her. The baby thinks she is wonderful, she is his best friend, just ask him and he will tell you "I lub my dranny the berry best." I don't know if mom really wants a 3 year old living with her however much she loves him though. She will take him for a few days, but she is always happy to give him back so she can rest up for the next time she gets to spend time with them. I really don't want to let him go live with her either. I kind of like having my sweet little baby around.

I have stole Tricias comment!

Tricia:
Well, guys,
I have kidnapped a staff computer for a minute.
If I stop abruptly… I have been caught.

Just a quick update:
Zach is out
Cath is in

Doc tripped Zach's heart
It did flip flops
Doc was happy

Now
Zach has a hole
The pathway that needs to be ablated is in a bad spot so it is going to be tricky
If it's too risky then we will pull out, close up shop and go on meds
Yucky, Yucky meds!

Zach will be hugely disappointed if this doesn't work
He even wore his Homer Simpson Undies.
They say 'Cruel World… why do you mock me so'

Must go… we've been caught!
Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!

Ok that was Tricia's comment from her blog, but I wanted to get it out, in case everyone was not checking her comments, like I have been doing ever other minute. Love you Tricia girl and it sounds like everything is going good.

UPDATE: again taken from Tricia's comments.
Tricia:
Zach is awake
He wants a spicy chicken sandwich

Who the hell sells those?
McDonalds, Wendy's…
He uttered those words then fell back asleep

He also called his Girlfriend,
He said jafbanak bejokbe bifiufu
then hung up on her

She called back
She said to tell him that she loves him.

We will have to do the surgery again… You will be here right?

Tricia next time I am coming to Alanta to wait with you!

Steve

You all know that Steve and I have not been getting along very well, and I have thought about divorce a lot over the past year. Things came to a head and we have been fighting and talking a lot about things. I think it is good, because before we did not fight and we did not talk. The fighting is much better than the silence and ignoring each other, but that is not what this post is about. This post is about Steve, and why I am with him, and the person he is and the person I want him to be.
Steve saved me from an abusive relationship, without him I would never have gotten out. He made me believe that I was worth something more. He took me when I was at the lowest point I have ever been, and he picked me up, dusted me off, and gave me the strength to get on with life. He boosted my ego, and made me feel safe in a world that I knew was not safe. He was funny and we laughed all the time, he loved to make me laugh. We talked about everything, and did not keep any secrets. He knows everything about my past; he has never questioned it or judged me for anything I had done. I know everything about his past and I have never questioned or judged him, not that his past is very questionable he was mostly a responsible kind of guy. Steve showered me with attention, and we all know I do so love attention.
Steve is a kindhearted person; he has a very gentle soul. He wears his feeling on his sleeve, and is hurt very easily. He likes to pretend he is tough, and can take anything without it affecting him, but I know little things tear him apart. He is a good provider for us, he hates his job, but he goes everyday because he knows the kids need fed and clothed. He loves the boys something fierce and he would kill or die for them. He loves me with all he has. He is a good man. He does not believe in hitting women, and he finds the good in other people most of the time. He has a hard time talking to me about what is bothering him, because he is scared that he will hurt my feelings.
Steve is also a jealous person, him and my oldest often struggle with each other for my attention. He is demanding with my attention, and if I am not giving it he pouts, he pouts a lot, and that drives me insane. He is insecure and thinks I am going to run off with anyone who comes along. He does not understand that after days with the boys all by myself that I just do not have anything left emotionally for him, and he takes it, as I do not love him. He does not get the fact that I just need a little me time, before I can give anyone else anything. Then there is the drinking, he has always been a drunk since the beginning. I am tired of him being gone for a week coming home on a Friday night drinking all night, and then sleeping all the next day, getting up and doing it all over again.
So we are trying to work through this mess we have created for ourselves, and I need him to stop drinking or we are never going to make it. I know that it will be hard, alcoholism is a sickness. I know that he will need outside help, and I do not know if he is willing to get it. He says he will try, and I grew up with an alcoholic father, so I know the pattern. I guess time will tell, but he knows if things get to this point, again, I will take the boys and I will leave. I am not going to live like my mom did, I am tired of being bitter and hateful, and I am not going to wait 20 years for Steve to sober up and see all he is missing. I am trying not to have the attitude that he is going to fail, but like I said I know the pattern so it is hard not to look at my marriage as over already. I guess only time will tell, and I just have to do the best I can

Steve and the boys 

Steve 

Cold, rainy days drive me insane.

I love cold rainy day for the most part, but with the rain and the mud and the cold the boys are stuck in the house. They have thousands of dollars worth of toys to play with in here, cars and trucks, race tracks, action figures, games, guns, stacks of books, you name it they own it, but yet they say they have nothing to do. How can they have nothing to do? I finally told them to go clean their room, they didn't like that idea either. I swear they are never happy. The oldest told me he needs some video games, and I told him to get a job and buy some. I am really mean that way. I think kids need to be doing something active, not sitting in front of the TV all day playing video games. My oldest is getting to the age where he visits his friends at their houses from time to time, and all I hear is how so and so's mom lets him play video games, and how mean I am because I don't. I have seen these kids that sit day in and day out in front of a television playing these games, they are over weight inactive, lazy little brats for the most part. I am not saying all kids who play video games are that way, but I know quite a few who become that way as teenagers, and I don't want my kids being that way. However if I have to hear "mom we don't have anything to do" or "we're bored mom" one more time I may get them their own tv and every video game on the market just so I don't have to listen to how bored they are anymore.

Tricia

The internet seems to bring us together. I have found so many great people here, that I am proud to call my friends. Tricia is one of those friends, she is one of the best friends I have. We just clicked from the moment we found each other in this little blog world. I feel like I have known her forever. I have laughed with her, and cried on her shoulders, and she has never failed to be there for me. Now I am worried with her, as Zach, one of her sons get ready to have heart surgery. You can go to Tricia's site and read about the surgery, it is going to make life a lot better for Zach. He will be able to do all the things he loves to do again, without making his mom worry sick! I know he will do just fine, and everything will go well, but it still doesn't stop me from worrying. That is what friends do, they share those moments with each other, and I know that until the Dr. comes out and tells Tricia that everything went wonderfully she will be a nervous wreck. She will sit in the hospital and wait and wonder what is taking so long and every horrible thought will go through her mind, as she watches the clock and waits. She is his mom, and that is what mom's do worry and love our children. I can't be there with her to hold her hand and hug her and tell her everything is going to be fine. I can't sit and talk with her and try to take her mind off of every minute that passes, and I would so much love to be able to do that for my friend. I know the surgery will go great, and I know that Zach will be a lot better after the surgery, but I know that until Tricia can see him and touch him she will be worried, and until I hear from her I will be worried with her, and for her and for Zach. I love you Tricia girl and just because I am not sitting there with you doesn't mean that I am not thinking about you and your family. So if everyone could send all their love Tricia and Zach way that would be great.

The water consumes me, washing over me, pulling me down to the bottomless void.
I see the sunlight reflecting above me
I feel the life drain from me
I have nothing left to give
I have lost the fight
I am to tired to struggle against the ever present current pulling me farther and farther down
I sink
And another part of my soul dies,
and I just try to survive




I give
You take
My soul is empty
I have built my walls
My heart is ripped and torn
I give
You take
Love is lost
Never regained
So much torment and pain
I give
You take
Tortured lives
Bitter and insecure
There is never any change
I give
You take
Live goes on
As before
I give
You take

I don't know why but this song reminds me of Jack when he is talking to Jay



Rough and Ready
Trace Adkins

Mudgrips - white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4x4 - straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt - Ain't afraid to work
Got a 'what-are-you-looking-at-asshole' smirk

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Work boots - one blue suit
Size too small - don't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks - gets hitched
That's a bi*** - makes me itch
Up with sun - off on the run
Makin' money money - cause I wanna have fun
5 o'clock whistle - off like a missle
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool - 'cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall - and she goes great with

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Well you are who you are
And that's all right with me
Well I am who I am
And that's all I can be

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Rough and ready
Yeah...me and my buddies are all alike

My baby makes my day!

My 3 year old is the sweetiest boy in the world. The other day I was sad and he climbed into my lap and said "I dist love you so much momma, I am going to marry you up." Then last night he was talking to his Aunt Jo on the phone, and he told her "I am gonna marry you up, aunt Jo, and dranny and mom too." His brothers in all their older brother wisdom told him "you can't marry mom she is already married." Oh they do so make my world a brighter place.


the song of the day is
Grand Illusion


Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.

But don’t be fooled by the radio
The tv or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are