Livin' on a Prayer

Shame on me!  It's been almost a month since I blogged.  What have my readers done in my absence?

To be honest, when the mini-stroke of genius hit that triggered my "Wanted Dead or Alive" lyric change (on Diabetes Blog Challenge Week), the wheels kept turning and churned this one out, too.  I just held onto as I didn't think it was as good as "Wanted".

Regardless, Bon Jovi is coming back to Dallas the day before my birthday in October.  (How old, you ask?  I'm hangin' on to 35 for awhile.  Oh, I don't look that old?!  Ah, shucks, thanks!).  I digress.  Anyways, that is also 5 days before my twins' 9th birthday.  They have been dying to go see Bon Jovi with Mommy, and they were totally excited for (but jealous of) big brother Jace who got to go prior to his birthday in the Spring.  I landed 3 tickets, so I'm going to go out on a limb, take the boys on a school night (*gasp*), and hope that Diabetes cooperates so my boys can have the experience of a lifetime....seeing live what Mommy has played for them since birth, seeing live the guys they've only heard and seen on TV.  I've got four months to convince Mr. Diabetes to play along for 3 hours, but I don't trust him.  He's already proven to be a traitor!

(Oh, and it's a surprise, so shhhh!  If you say anything around them, I'm going to treat you like you belong in the looney bin!)

So, since Jovi's on the mind, here's my other "artistry".  Enjoy!

Living On a Prayer

Once upon a time, now every day it’s so

Mommy used to sleep through the night

Pancreases went on strike

Her twins’ crappy luck, it’s tough.  So tough.

Daddy works the Railroad all day

Working for the meds

He brings home his pay for love. For love.

She says, “We’ve got to hold them and give them a shot

Because it makes a difference if we treat it or not

We’re in this together and that’s a lot for love

We give lots of shots

Oh, we’re always there, living on a prayer

Take their hands, they’ll make it I swear

Living on a prayer

Mommy has her stomach in knots

Barely holding on when she used to feel so tough.  It’s tough.

She wants Diabetes to go away

When she cries in the night, Daddy says, “Baby, it’s okay”

We need to find a cure, ready or not,

Because it makes all the difference if they make it or not

We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot for love

We give lots of shots

We want a cure, Livin’ on a Prayer

Hold their hands, they’ll make it I swear

Livin’ on a Prayer

We’ve got to hold on

Ready or not

We Walk for a Cure

Because it’s all that we got

We want a cure, Livin’ on a Prayer

Hold their hands, they’ll make it I swear

Livin’ on a Prayer

Rhonda