Friday, May 28, 2010

Monday, May 24, 2010

Friday, May 21, 2010

Thursday, May 20, 2010

New ebay store opening

Just wanted to let everyone know I have opened up a new ebay store to get products moving. Yes these are all truly in stock and not just drop ship items. They are all high quality .925 sterling silver with the exception of 1 item which is a black skull ring made of buffalo horn. Once I get start selling and get some capital going I am going to put it on my permenant business site, http://www.twistedpistonsgear.com. Yes just as the domain says the name is Twisted Pistons Gear. Then will eventually do biker events. Right now only selling jewelry, but will add other gear, apparel and accessories. We only want to sell quality items so not sure if we will sell stainless steal jewelry or not yet. We are going to have to look for a supplier and some sample products. Wouldn't you rather keep money in the biker community? For bikers by bikers!

Link to the store is http://stores.ebay.com/Twisted-Pistons-Gear

Let me know what you think!

Good song, great meaning

This song recently started playing quite a bit on the radio. I took a liking to it and even have the album now. I enjoy listening to Miranda Lambert, but she's not a fav that I look out for. What hit me most was the words to the song....they mean much more then how enjoyable the song is. I think she did a good job.

Artist: Lambert Miranda
Song: The House That Built Me
Album: Revolution

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Monday, May 3, 2010