Song Lyric Sunday – I’m Gonna Find Another You by John Mayer

The first time I heard John Mayer was when he performed Gravity at the Grammy’s. I fell in love with him on the spot. He is a master guitar player, his voice is heavenly and his lyrics are on point.

I chose this song because it’s my favorite song of his and it makes me smile. It has so much sass! Breaking up is hard to do, but there is a point when the heartache is over and you start looking for someone else who is maybe just a bit nicer and lets you do things you couldn’t in the last relationship.

I hope you enjoy this installment of Song Lyric Sunday. Feel free to read the “rules” below and post one of your own. I appreciate all who play along and make this so enjoyable each week.

I’m Gonna Find Another You by John Mayer
Lyrics found at AZ Lyrics

It’s really over, you made your stand
You got me crying, as was your plan
But when my loneliness is through, I’m gonna find another you

You take your sweaters
You take your time
You might have your reasons but you will never have my rhyme
I’m gonna sing my way away from blue
I’m gonna find another you

When I was your lover
No one else would do
If I’m forced to find another, I hope she looks like you
Yeah and she’s nicer too

So go on baby
Make your little get away
My pride will keep me company
And you just gave yours all away
Now I’m gonna dress myself for two
Once for me and once for someone new
I’m gonna do some things you wouldn’t let me do
Oh I’m gonna find another you

Here are the “rules”:

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • Make sure you credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to my post that will go up every Sunday by 9am MST (or as early as I can…)
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process



SoCS – An opinionated study on Miss, Ma’am and Sir

There’s this soup, sandwich and salad place near my work that I go for lunch quite often. I’ve talked about it before on my blog a few times. They have this Kale and Quinoa salad that’s to die for. It’s one of those setups where you have to go down a line and talk to someone at each station. The first station is for salad and sandwiches; then you do the salad toppings; soup is the next section; and finally, you tell the last person what you ordered and someone else rings you up. At each station, it seems like I am addressed as “Miss.”

“Miss, would you like any salads or sandwiches today?”

“Can I get you any soups today, Miss?”

“What did you order for yourself today, Miss?”

It’s all very polite and nice and I enjoy the customer service. There are so many places today where I feel like I spend the few minutes in front of someone at a checkout line trying to get them to smile. I wish them a nice day, wondering why the hell they are in customer service if they can’t even fake a smile for their customers.

Anyway, the whole “miss” thing should be something I enjoy and look forward to, but honestly, it bothers me. I’m not a “Miss” by any means but what other alternatives can they use without stepping on a mine field. “Ma’am” is way too formal and that would upset me too for different reasons.

I suppose it’s the best thing they can use without it turning into something weird and unfriendly. But I just always feel like they are lying to me and in turn, I am lying to myself. I spend the whole way down the line saying to myself, “I’m not a miss. I don’t even look like a miss (although I’d like to think I look youngish for my age?).

This all made me wonder what they call the men. To be honest, I’ve always been so wrapped up in the erroneous “Miss” that I haven’t even paused to listen to how they address the men. I’m assuming it is “Sir,” because I think that is the safest bet. And that just seems so unfair! I suppose “Sir” is the equivalent of “Ma’am,” but they just don’t sound like they are even in the same league. Sir seems so dignified and gentlemanly.

Do men feel the same way about things like this?

My son’s girlfriend (that sounds weird too) used to get in the car and call me “Mrs. Espinosa.” Boy did I put a stop to that!

I think we all need floating signs hovering around us with our names so we can all be friendly and nice and use each other’s given name rather than formal titles or weird terms of address that don’t even fit. (In my humble, and rather grumpy opinion…)

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is once again hosted by Linda G. Hill. I, for one, missed you Linda. Thanks so much for the welcome and for making it so easy to help out. You truly are a gem!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “miss.”  Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!


Friday Fictioneers – The Last Survivor


When I saw the door for the first time, I cried.

I’d been out in the devastation for so long, barely surviving, that I couldn’t even remember what safety felt like. I didn’t really believe the signs that led me here, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. There was nothing left. I grabbed onto the last spark of hope I had managed to find in over a year and followed the hand-written signs along the highway that promised walls and safety.

Looking back, I can still hear the moaning mass of dead slowly shambling in my wake. It was risky to open the door; but they did, and I managed to slip into safety just in time.

I was the last to come through the door.

We haven’t seen a survivor in decades, but the door remains – a beacon for those who might still be out there.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. I wrote this one to 150 words before I realized this wasn’t Monday’s Finish the Story; but I like it as is, so I decided to leave it.

It’s my first time posting for this prompt. I’m hoping it will be a regular.

Click on the blue froggy to read other amazing 100-word stories!