Deep In The Forrest

I popped by "However" (Chelly's blog) and nicked this quotation... "Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts." ( -Jim Morrison ) This got me thinking... Some of my worst mistakes have probably been haircuts too... although not all of them (I will post a few photographs of some of these tragic haircuts I had just as soon as I get my hands on some). I've had a few 'doosies' and "near miss" incidents in my life, as well as things I wish I hadn't done... but we can't go back, can we? Sometimes when I go home (home to Mom & Dad's house), I feel the essence of my youth, and I seem to expect a time warp of sorts... as if I am there long enough, then maybe all of a sudden the 'kids' will all come driving up the driveway and things will be like they are supposed to be again. Once again, things will go back to being 'right'. I close my eyes tightly, then when I open them I look down at the end of the

Motorhead... surely the cure for any blues...

Back to life, back to reality... Back to the here and now yeah! Yeah, back to it... The weekend really did pass off way too fast [once again]. Seems like time is constantly moving into a fast-forward mode, more each day. I didn't get very much done over the weekend, not like I'd planned. I didn't get to go and see the Reverend Horton Heat Show at the Young Avenue Deli . Seems like that happens alot nowadays. I can't get anyone to really go anywhere or do anything fun... it's a bummer sometimes. Actually with the Reverend Horton Heat show, once it was nearly time just from the hassle of worrying over getting prepared and trying to go, I was put off it anyway so I didn't care anymore. So I played video games a bit, tried to get some things done and went down to my Parents' house Sunday night to visit. First off, I arrived later than my Mother desired, so as is becoming the trend, she greeted me in a bad mood. I've talked about this before, she's not t

I just want to take a moment to honor those who have passed in the line of duty standing up for what they believe in, and fighting for the freedoms that we sometime take so for granted. You are appreciated, missed and loved. Thanks to you, and those of you who are still out there, fighting hard for your families, our country and sacraficing yourselves, being away from your families and fighting for a freedom that we know is definitely not free... Our hearts are with you today and always. Memorial Day is Every Day...

Happy Friday, enjoy the long weekend!

"Sometimes at night, I see their faces, I feel the traces they left on my soul. Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul." -Bob Seger He had always asked me, "Where were you five years ago??" Every time, I would smile, sometimes replying, "I don't know, I was waiting for you." But no matter how tight I closed my eyes and wished, five years before, I couldn't go back, and he hadn't been there. Still I couldn't help but imagine how it might have turned out if we had met five years earlier. Valentine's Day that year, was the first and last time that anyone had ever made me feel truly special. He'd come down early that day to spend a few hours before work like he often did. When I answered the door, he greeted me with the same sweet intensity that I had I had come to know from him, the vibrant smile and in his hand a decorative gift bag which he handed to me. "Happy Valentine's Day." he said, staring into my eyes

Truly survival of the fittest and why I admire animals so much! Video is around 8 minutes, if you have the time it's really cool-watch it. This is to tide you guys over until I finish "Butterflies Part Five". I will be posting it today, so come back and check maybe in a bit! :)

Latest Chapter... please enjoy. Got some catching up to do? Then you can check Parts I - III here: Butterflies and Zebras and Moonbeams - Part I Butterflies and Zebras and Moonbeams - Part II Butterflies and Zebras and Moonbeams - Part III After the night at the lake , things were a little stranger... not in a bad way, but there were more understood feelings there, even if we didn't talk about them, we knew what had been said and how the other felt. Looking back, I guess I had aspirations of the thing lasting indefinitely. Even Z had said, "Who knows, this might last a few months, it could last ten years." But I romanticized it, and I wanted it to go on, and on and on. We continued to see each other whenever we could work it out, and we even planned a Friday off together here and there. One in particular stands out in my memory. "This Friday," Z said, "Let's spend the whole day together." This was completely agreeable to me, as I took any opportuni

It's Over, Have A Cigarette... Heroes that is. I'm sitting here reeling in what some say was an 'anticlimactic ending'. It was pretty good for me though. Ideally, I would liked to have seen a more powerful battle between Peter and Sylar, but it didn't happen. I was also a little disappointed that Hiro was flung into nowhere by Sylar, but I realize it is an integral part in what they have planned in the next season for him. So, what do you think about Sylar? Do you think he's still alive? I mean, he clearly crawled into the sewer and got away somehow, but what will they do with him... Hmmm. Could be interesting. Does anyone think that Peter went out there, possibly didn't die and maybe he'll be back?? Was Officer Parkman dead or will he survive? What would you like to see in Part 2? (Don't answer that if you hate Heroes, this is a Heroes-hate-free zone). :) All-in-all, I enjoyed the finale, and am left with more assurance than I had in the fact that I

My friend Faith, (a.k.a. Jinks ), has asked if I might put this up to help a good friend of hers, David Tankersley. He is a wonderful artist and in order to keep the website going he needs funding, which he collects through his art work, which can be viewed on it. So please take a look when you have time, and if you like any of his work, your support would be greatly appreciated! To read an article by Faith Jackson (Jinks), and to check out the rest of David Tankersley's Southern Voices & Visions site, Go to: http://www.sv-2.com Thanks!

Welcome to Saturday , my favorite day of the week. Who couldn't love it? Unless of course you have to work on Saturday. No harm in it-sometimes you have to-I've certainly done my time working weekends before. My Saturday has been quite nice so far-I didn't sleep overly late, woke up and gave my husband a facial, made turkey burgers with bleu cheese and am actually accomplishing a thing or two. What's that you say?? Go back-up to which part? Oh-the facial? No, no no!! You misunderstand. No he didn't give me a return facial-you dirty minded sons-abitches, I meant that literally!! ha-ha. Yes, a real facial. I started out with a nice moisturizing Aveeno soap he bought himself, followed by an Alpha-Hydroxy mask and then I applied moisturizing toner and then Aloe for a refreshing hydrating effect. Yes, my husband has his quirks, and I suppose I can only blame myself... He's spoiled to little things I do to pamper him. What's that you say? Do I make him wear dresse

Friday is a great time to relax and have fun. Come to think of it, anytime is a great time to do just that in my book. It's not always possible though, as sometimes you just have to 'TCB' (Take Care of Business). Usually it's when you're uselessly stressing over things that you think you're supposed to stress over, but inevitably have no control over (hint: that's pretty much ANYTHING that you would stress about), that's when other forces of nature (or freaks of nature) come along to pile on the additional rage or annoyance. This was pause for me stop and contemplate what entities, occurrences or idiots push my buttons at just those moments! :) So here are just a few! Drivers who deliberately screw you over at 4-way stops when clearly it wasn't their turn Rude drivers in general, or those who drive while putting on make-up or styling their hair Rude people period People, obviously thinking that they are the only person in existence who try to walk in

Today I have desperately needed "funny", & I was listening to Howard Stern , one of his guests was Henry Hill ... I've read lots of text and watched a good many Mob Movies, as I love Mob Movies... but this little appearance sparked an interest in re-watching Goodfellas , so I found this clip from the movie, one of my favorite parts from it and thought I would share the laughter... Pretty cool story, even if it isn't the most accurate depiction of everyone involved... The only thing it is missing is my favorite Sexy Mobster, Mr. Chazz Palminteri . :) Kisses to all you sexy gangsters out there... XOXO Love, Aunt Jackie.

Well, I'm playing a bit of Ketchup today in my work, since I was in training class yesterday-which went fine, I rather enjoyed it. Got my web skills fresh on the brain and all. Guess I'll just post another semi-short one today, as I haven't really had time to write up anything new. I do plan on continuing to bring you the rest of my Butterflies, Zebras and Moonbeams saga, so if you're enjoying that then look for more of it soon. If you haven't read it, you can click This Link Or The Link Above and you can go through parts I - III and 'Ketchup'. :) Before Mother's Day, I had spoken about the family and there seems to be an ever-increasing gap growing between us all. Each of my family members has been through way more than they deserve, I don't deny that. My sisters each have their crosses to bear, with pains that they have experienced; so does my Mother by a long shot. I have been through a good bit but nothing compared to them yet, but I'm sur

Hello all. I am in a training class today, but I had a break and I thought I would stop by and see how you all were doing. The class is going well, it's pretty much stuff I already know so it's more of a 'refresher'. It's a welcome break from the office though, as I figure most of you will agree that it's always nice having a change of pace. Yesterday I noticed something that slightly irritated me, people wearing shirts with 'Who they are' listed on the back of them. "Coach Scott", "Ryan's Mom", etc... I can understand the coach one, because it might be a required Jersey. However, I don't care who Ryan's mom is because I don't even know Ryan from Adam so that's a waste of ink, stitching or iron-ons whatever the material might be. May as well be like those irritating bumper stickers on peoples cars that Rockdog was talking about the other day... Some things just shouldn't be plastered all over your body or your

Well, Happy Mother's Day to all of my "Mothers" out there and even those that play the part of a mother, whatever the circumstances are. Know that you are appreciated and remember that life would not exist without you. That's alot of pressure, but you're doing just fine! Go and Seize the Day!! It's yours... just don't do anything that I WOULD do, and you'll probably make it through unscathed... lol I'm getting prepared to go down to my very own Mother's house today to celebrate her. But it's getting harder and harder to do that. The woman who has always been uplifting and angelic to me has been increasingly bitter and sad. I'm having the worst time dealing with it--She apologizes sometimes for sounding so bad and then reinforces that 'She has been lucky, and she doesn't mean to complain'. I know it's taking its toll taking care of my Father, in his declining condition and all, he has his good days and his bad. She has t

Happy Friday Y'all!

"Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be." - William Hazlitt I'll leave you with that and give you time to catch up on the "Butterflies" saga... Happy Reading!

It is suggested that Part I and Part II be read before reading the following, Part III. Read at your own risk. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "She's in Alabama for a teacher's conference for the weekend. I'm coming to pick you up. Baby is with my Mom, I have the whole night." His voice was deep and warm, and when he spoke to me I would forget the reality of our situation. Maybe I didn't want to realize it, maybe things were just too perfect and I couldn't give up this manically ecstatic feeling... it was what I had waited all my life to feel, I believed he was the one. I felt it in my soul. "O.k., I can't wait to see you." I replied. Restlessly I waited, shivering in anticipation of getting the entire night to be with him. I would not waste any of this time sleeping. I was a night owl anyway, and had always been able to hang with the best of them. "I'm in my brother's truck." he informs me. &q

I needed a quick laugh this fine Tuesday, and I looked curiously on YouTube for this. If you watch "King of Queens" the T.V. show, you'll know it... I give you Doug "The Boss" Heffernan with "The Margie Song".

Thanks Zig... :) Well, here goes--i'll do the best I can to fulfill my 'taggedness'!! A- Available? No, just celebrated my 5th anniversary this past December to the fabulous Mr. J. B - Best Friend? I don't get close to many, but my best friends are: Mom & Dad, Mr. J and Tamra C - Cake or Pie? Cake wasn't a very good band and I'm not much of a arithmetician (lol). D - Drink of Choice? Unsweetened Iced Tea or an occasional Starbucks White Mocha. E - Essential Item(s)? Music, The Internet, Lip liner, Liquid Eyeliner and emergency chocolate. F - Favorite Color? Black or Forrest Green G - Gummi Bears or Worms? Bears fo sho. I hate worms in any form. H - Hometown? Senatobia I - Indulgence? Ice Cream or Love. It's your call! Feeling Lucky Punk? J - January or February? I'm with Zig on this, February-name another month as cool as this....it's got a 29th day every 4 years and all!! :) K - Kids? None for me thanks, I'm still just a kid myself. L - Lif

The weekend hasn't been much to speak of. Rather boring and uneventful really... I didn't get to go to the Music Fest, We cancelled our Barbecue as Richie wasn't really up to it and I didn't have time to get the house in order, nothing fun happened whatsoever and now it is Sunday again and i'm staring at another long work week... fantastic. Where the hell's the magic? The only fun thing that did happen over the weekend was Friday night when Rockdog , Yas , "The Gregmeister" (Rock's buddy, who earned the nicknames "G-wad" and "Gerard"), ZigZagMan (for a while), and I (Jaxxx, AuntJackie, Jackie-whatever you call me) had the silliest, most funtastic webcam party ever!! Well, Rockdog was the only one with a webcam, so we were pretty much all acting insane and watching Rockdog pick his nose, belch and roll his eyes for the camera... nevertheless, we had a blast. Hats off to you guys, and thanks for being the only fun in my weekend!!

Butterflies and Zebras and Moonbeams - Part I should be read before continuing... The month was January, and it was quite cold outside. That night, however, it was extremely warm in my soul. I suppose I got some sleep. But Z wore heavily on my mind, and I could still feel him on my skin. I still felt dizzy from that first kiss, and I couldn't wait to get to work the next day. Would he still act the same? I sure hoped that nothing would be awkward between us. Finally, it was 2nd shift time again, and I was so ready to get there. Driving up, I looked for his car and tried to park somewhere in his vicinity. I was full of nervous energy as I walked in and ventured towards the time clock. "Get it together Jackie!" I think to myself, I had to relax and act cool. Everyone was working along just as normal, and I kept my eye peeled for him. I was once again making customer proofs when he found a perfect moment to approach me. We exchanged knowing glances, and smiled our secret sm

Music has been my salvation, music has also been a catalyst for my mischief and the force behind some of the trouble that I have gotten myself into... Do you ever hear certain songs that take you right back to an exact moment in time? I know I do, and I did today. It was all about Z. It's been ten years, and still the memory of Z can make me sweat. Z knew that I was a pianist, as well as that I enjoyed singing. He could sing a fire into your soul himself with that voice of his. He's one of those memories I really shouldn't write about, but I can't quite help myself. We worked the 2nd shift together. I always admired him, but never in a million years thought that something would come of it. But music knew... music wanted me to crash into reckless abandon, so it took the wheel. At this printing company, I worked with a couple of other women on this 2nd shift-we were all typesetters, typesetting for mostly medical journals and other magazines. Directly behind our cubicles

Ok, I'm just sad now... Being the animal lover I am-this got to me. You can thank my husband, "Mr. J" for sending it to me in an e-mail with the subject line "Start The Waterworks". He's such a butt lol... but he knows how sensitive I am about certain things, and he knows how much of a bitch I can be about others... guess that's good. Anyways, take a moment to pause and cry with me over this tiny little hero (RIP): Tiny terrier saved kids from pit bulls Come on back to me everyone! I'm lonely and feeling "clingy" today! :)

Just making a quick note of a couple of things... First off, Meggy Moon has changed her Toon!! :) She has moved her Meggy Moon's Crazy talk Radio Show to THURSDAYS (same time, 6:00 p.m. Central)... hopefully you guys can make one of her shows and give her a call in... Second, Memphis in May is kicking off and the first weekend (this weekend) is the Music Festival. This yearly festival begins setting up when May starts and of course this clutters up traffic for the entire month. Still, there are some good events and I hope to make it to some of them. This year they are honoring the country of Spain . I'll post updates as I have them available... Meggy Moon Show, New Day (Click pic for more information!)

I can count on my hand the number of times that I have won something in my life and it never ceases to shock me when I do... I just don't expect it, so it takes me by surprise (usually a good surprise). So yesterday, Rockdog bestowed upon me the honorable 'Thinking Blogger Award', as I proudly display there in my sidebar (just below vote and subscribe). Apparently, I flex his thought muscles... however, despite my titillating (although subtle at times) stories of debauchery and seduction, I merely manage to remind him of burnt biscuits. Gee thanks Rock! (I even threatened to tell the story of the time I gave a stripper on ecstasy a back massage... [to no avail] go figure) ;) So, If you'd like to read Rockdog's Thinking Blogger awards comments, click here . Usually, when these awards are given, one must choose 5 other bloggers to pass the honor along to... I am struggling with this and if I am to participate in the 'tagging', I will need more time to make my