Wednesday, November 29, 2006

How Far Would You Walk?

This one's for Chelly-I was reminded of the movie "White Chicks" starring the Wayans Brothers, and in it there is a scene that makes me laugh every time I see it. It's the scene where one of the Wayans brothers, dressed like a white girl for undercover is on a date with Terry Crews, who won 'her' at the auction. So as he is trying to 'turn off' Crews in the scene by playing a song that he thinks will disgust him, all of his attempts backfire. Watch and laugh (if you have seen this movie, it will be funnier).

Plumbing and Headlights and Headaches, Oh My!

(Meanwhile... down at the Plumbers Local 667th...)

Is my time valuable? (don't answer that-lol). The answer is invaritably, "Yes!" Therefore, when given the choice, I always opt to "do it yourself" rather than bother with the pains of a plumber (plus, you know with their 'crack problem' and all, I really prefer to stay away from the stuff). ;)

Really though, I spent the better part of a valuable afternoon 'attempting' to go and find a stem for a particularly antique faucet that goes on my Clawfoot Bathtub (which I can't live without now), only to find that this particular stem was about as easy to get my hands on as the Hope Diamond. Yet I wasted alot of gas driving all over our fair city trying to score this 1 tiny piece of hardware... the only thing standing between me and a luxurious, wonderful, skin-scalding bubble bath. In the battle, so far I lost, it won, and we had to order a whole new faucet to replace the old one, which will take possibly over a week now to arrive. Antiques? I'm not very impressed at the moment. Had a nice long day of it with errands and then finally a cell phone upgrade, and still didn't get it all done. I intended on having a headlight fixed but didn't get to that part, and feel virtually unaccomplished.

So here I sit, merely one headlight, unable to have a soothing soak and a brand new cell phone that I have not yet learned to operate... and a headache :) But i'm having a nice big slice of organic roasted vegetable and goat cheese pizza, which is making it alll better. I love goat cheese! Can't get enough of the stuff lately... wonder what that's all about? Until tomorrow then, when maybe i'll have something more entertaining to share.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Top 10 - Things To Do In An Elevator!


  1. When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

  2. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

  3. Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.

  4. Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor you're on.

  5. Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

  6. Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"

  7. Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

  8. Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on; ask if they have an appointment.

  9. Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.

  10. Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.


*Thanks to Narayana for this contribution

Monday, November 27, 2006

Spinning Myself into a Blissful Stupor

I just realized, I don't spin anymore. You know, the kind of spinning we used to do when we were little kids. Just spin yourself out of control until you collapse to the ground so dizzy you can't see straight and then look at the horizon and watch everything in sight rotate, and it would just take your breath away, and your stomach along with it. Then lie there until you were stablilized and had 'come back down to earth', then do it again... Why would we willfully choose to induce this 'vertigo'? It was liberating... it made us laugh. How many REAL 'natural' highs like that do we get in our life? Not really that many (well, I guess it depends on the person and how we see things). Let's see theres the spinning thing, sneezing, first kisses, successfully humiliating someone who's publicly made a fool out of you (that's right, revenge!), and Ice Cream-it's natural, I buy all natural, so that counts. There are a few others. Not like that time little Billy Stanford got in trouble for snorting the dust from the chalkboard... that doesn't count.

Another thing that I don't do anymore that maybe I should? Lying out in open fields and staring up at the clouds, making things out of them-you know, faces, works of art, monsters... whatever. It gives you perspective and keeps you in touch with your inner child. And playing with Play-Doh or Modeling clay. Nothing cleanses the soul like a cold blob of the stuff that you can mold into simply anything you want to... you're the master. Sculpt at will! Either that or going outside barefoot in the grass.

How many countless hours did I ride around in my car wasting gas when I was younger? Just riding and listening to the radio, letting the world cruise by right alongside of me. I can't really do that now, because i'm far too concious of rising gas prices and am too filled with road rage to enjoy the ride, but I should. I really should.

This year, i'm writing a letter to Santa! I'm gonna ask for the following things: a Lite-Brite (go-on click it, you gotta!), an Easy-Bake oven, a Play-Doh 50th Birthday fun pack, the game 'Candyland', an Etcha-sketch and some 'Weebles' (if you remember these, Weebles Wobble but they don't fall down!), as well I am requesting that he deliver me a REAL time machine, a live pony (not a dead one), and force 100% of the world population to be just 10% more courteous to their fellow man this year in my honor (just 10% i'm not asking much am I ?). Oh and some new clothes too, and a magic wand... and world peace... o.k... that's all. Alright so the world peace part was just a joke meant to take a small 'pot shot' at the Miss Universe-type pageants [So sue me-WAIT no, don't do that either I was kidding... everyone's so quick to drop a lawsuit these days. Really don't sue me. Please! (pretty please) I have enough to deal with and besides, i'm broke... dirt eating, brick-doll having broke].

All this in my continuing effort to fuse my adult self with my child self, get in touch with my higher concsciousness, and make my world a bit more magical. Well, I must run for now, I have some clouds that need busting, and later i'm going to make some really awesome mud pies. :)

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Riding the Long Holiday Tunnel

<-(For the stress of the holidays) But, Don't get me wrong, the holidays aren't all that bad, especially with the days off and all. Just getting over Thanksgiving sort of--and I haven't had much time to get on the computer since then, so much family stuff going on after mine, then my in-laws stuff, I've had no chance to do some of the things I had planned... Slept late yesterday, and didn't get to go with 'Auntie Tamra' to the after-thanksgiving day hell-sales, I just wasn't able to function and then we had my in-laws by afternoon anyway... so if you're reading this Tamra, sorry I haven't had time to call and i'll e-mail you soon. As well to my neice Kristie for missing her After-Thanksgiving Waffle Breakfast! :(

Anyways, Christmas is creeping right upon us and can really throw you for a loop if you're not careful, so hopefully everyone will get all they need done and get everything from Big Bad Santa Claus that they've asked for [And hopefully nothing that you DIDN'T ask for-muuhahah].

Well, i'm off to grocery shop and try to get in a quick work-out, so i'll be back later when I have a bit more time... Hope everyone's safe and happy this weekend!! AJ

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Go Stuff Yourselves!!!

Or at least stuff someone you love :) I'm between feasts here, as my Mother had quite the spread-I should have some pictures from The Ruddicks soon hopefully, as my neice's hubby was snapping many a'photo. So far, the day is pleasant (no not pheasant), but we still have more on our eating agenda [stuff to the gills am I]. Hope everyone is having a wonderful day... and on behalf of Aunt Jackie and her entire family, we wish you a very...
Even if you don't celebrate it, hope you have many things to be thankful for today.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Chicken Run II (Fowl Revenge)

This Chicken is mad and he ain't gonna take it no more!!!
Hey, the kid deserved it anyway! rofl

"Karate will not do you any good my little pretty!!!! Heeeheheheheheeh"

Flocks of Turkeys Running for the Hills!

However, This one ran straight into a Bush... {Doh!!}

Thanksgiving here in the U.S. is just a day away... (counting down to Mom's Dressing!), and now that my wonderful lunch (below) has digested, and i've pretty much finished up my Tuesday, I had one more song I would like to reflect on-I get stuck on this song every once in a while--it's "Love is A Stranger" by The Eurythmics (Annie Lennox). There's just something about this song, if you've ever felt an obscession, a passion, a heated love (or something like it) for someone, you can understand what Annie is singing about. I know I do, and really just love this song... Hope you enjoy it--I'll be around tomorrow with maybe some funny Thanksgiving-related stories for you guys.


[*Note: as this is sort of 'vintage' footage, the quality isn't that great, but it was all I could find.]

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Out To Lunch

Well, not literally now... was earlier... maybe mentally yeah! Speaking of lunch, tried out this Mediterranean place here downtown called Meditrina, was delish! I got this 'Meze' plate, which had olives, almonds, lentils, pita bread, hummus, some other sauce... yummy!! In the spirit of Barnze, I thought I'd make your mouth water here with a phone-snapshot of my plate. I'm about ready for an afternoon coffee now, maybe i'll be back in a bit with a few more words. Happy Tuesday! [Thanksgiving is almost here, nice little vacation].

Monday, November 20, 2006

What's Luck Got To Do With It??

Or maybe I should ask the question "What's Luck Got to do with US?", and by US, I mean My Dad, My sister (some of you know her as "Nana"), or me. Luck has nothing to do with US... not often. My Dad used to love this insane 'rednecky' show that came on t.v. called "Hee-Haw", and would always go around singing one of their main songs which quipped "If it weren't for bad luck, i'd have no luck at all..." I don't know if you can really call it bad luck, as I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that sometimes the supposed 'bad lucks' happen to deter us from even worse fates. So maybe we should refer to it as "Strange Luck", or just Uncanny episodes, which are what ensue anytime the three of us try to do things (mostly good things) [which is why I usually stick with evil hehe].

Nana and I were discussing this just today, when she told me of her latest episode, her 'dirty laundry' du jour, which I intend on airing in a few minutes right here for you. We were discussing how we have these ill-fated episodes, sometimes just fall into them when we call ourselves trying to the right thing, or at least we mean well... but it never pans out.

"Daddy!!" I said, "We get it from him, don't we? He was always fooling around and having the most comical episodes, and somehow, we've inherited his curse!"

"Maybe so..." Nana replied, memories of all our family's comedic events flowing back to her... too many to name, and wishing we'd gotten it all on tape somehow, so as to look back and get a good laugh one day. "Maybe we did get it from Daddy."

Is it bad luck? I don't know, you be the judge.

The best Dad in the world, who would never have led any of us into danger, long before I was born, took my other three (future) siblings on a camping trip. They aimed to 'rough it', and Dad was going to show them just how it was done. As the time came near to bed down for the night, Dad urged them all to go and brush their teeth with their fingers (the primitive way) in the nearby "fresh" lake water, which he swore to them was 'just as clean as the water at home'. They trusted him, and headed to the water to try out his suggested method. Brushing along, they look up and lo-and-behold, a nice-sized turd floats by. Needless to say, the brushing ceased immediately.

My parents were also big into horses, cattle and my father owned this old bullwhip, which she told me they were out in the yard playing with. Daddy comes outside, and once again in an effort to 'show them how it's done', takes the whip and brags about his accuracy. He points out a particular leaf in the tree and tells them to watch as he 'hits his mark'. [He always wanted to show us how great he was at everything, and he was, really he was]. So galliantly, he takes the whip and catapults it into the tree towards his target, only to snag the nearby hornets' nest which came crashing down on him inflaming an angry mob of hornets. My sisters left him for dead with the swarm, and Dad, well he proved that he could hit a hornet nest with enough force to make it fall, and in the end it was the Hornets who made their mark of accuracy all over poor Dad. In fact for days his neck was swollen as wide as his head, and he was unable to work for a few days (which didn't dissappoint him very badly at all, as he did enjoy a good vacation).

So it trickled down through the bloodline, as we've managed to deduce. I don't understand why we didn't see it sooner, as we reflected upon some of our own episodes (of course too many to mention, so I can only touch on a couple).

My very own stories, seem to pale in comparison with the magnitude of my father's, but I'll give up one of my own grown-up stories. About 10 years back, I visited some friends in Tampa, who I hadn't seen in some time. I scheduled this trip on the weekend of Mother's Day (which Mom still hasn't forgiven me for-it was the only Mother's Day I ever missed before or since). I was extremely excited to go, as this was my first time actually flying. Quick flight, just about an hour as I sat next to a nice man who allowed me to peek out the window, and no sooner than we were all the way up it seemed the plane descended. My friend picked me up at the airport. She had a couple of errands to run, and so we rode around in the hot Florida humidity in her non-air-conditioned Tercell. No matter, this is gonna be some fun trip and I was pumped... sweat and all.

That evening, we plan to go out to eat and have some fun, this time her boyfriend is with us so I am riding in the back seat. The air has cooled a bit as it is now dark, so I am not sweating nearly as bad as I was earlier... They wanted to stop by and check out a house that they were thinking of buying, so I agree. Some time passes, and I begin to notice a stinging sensation on my legs. *Slap**Slap**Slap* Hmmm, wonder what that is... Maybe that's the end of it. No such luck. More stinging, more biting... So I look down and there are ants crawling all over my legs. [Seems that her neices/nephews had been riding in the car earlier with some sweet concoction that melted all in the back seat]. Lucky me!

I was intent on keeping my spirits up and having a good time, however. Fast-forward to the next day. My friends both had to work that next day, but had planned to take the rest of the week off to visit with me. For now, I was alone in the apartment. 'What to do?' I wondered... They had a video game console, and he'd showed me the games he had, so I thought I would give it a try. I turned on the console, reached down and picked up the controller and got ready to start the game. I took a couple of steps backward, intent on finding a comfy spot on the floor to park myself, misjudged, lost my balance and fell through their glass coffee table. The glass shattered and I had cuts all over my legs. I wasn't sure of the damage, so I went to the bathroom and tried to wash my legs to see how badly I was cut ("Boy this sucks!! Why me?? WTF?!? All I wanted to do was have a nice visit with friends, a trip to Florida!) So, as I get the bleeding under control, I called my friend at work. "Hello?" she says.

"...h-hi, it's me. Listen, I don't know how to tell you this, and I feel really bad about it, but as I was about to play video games, I stepped back, lost my balance and shattered your glass coffee table... I got cut up pretty bad and..."

"Oh my god, are you alright?? Don't worry about the table, it can be replaced-do you need to go to the doctor?"

"No, I'm o.k. I think--the bleeding is under control, I'm bandaged up some but i'll be fine."

"Ok, well see you when I get home... ok?" She says.

"Ok." I reply... "I'm really sorry!"

Well, needless to say that I wasn't very comfortable at all with the cuts on my legs, but still tried to go enjoy a few things. We went to Disney with her brother and his kids, wherein we all got separated and it took us until nearly closing time to find them, so that was the last exhausting straw that broke the camel's back (so-to-speak). I had worn thin from my enthusiasm from the trip and elected to pay extra for an early ticket home. In fact, I was afraid if I didn't, I might not survive the rest of the week. She didn't protest either, and stated that maybe that would give them some time to be off and relax. Went home, apologized to my Mother for missing Mother's Day, haven't missed it since.

I have some others, but I will save them for a rainy day.

On to my sister, Vickie ("Nana"), who is my eldest sister. She gave us many fond memories of her very own episodes. Her two daughters and I (only a year apart, each of us), always loved to go to the store when we were very small. It seemed we were always going somewhere, but never got to go to the stores. In fact, my neice Kristie and I remember pretending to "steer" the car with our bodies, hoping--PRAYING that it would miracalously guide the car into the nearest grocery store or convenince store so we could get ice cream or candy. On this particular day, we were excited to be going to Kroger's grocery store (always a big event). Something was very wrong, though. Vickie had stopped the car, but she wasn't getting us ready to go in.

"Come on Vickie!!!" I plead, "Let's go in!" My neices were excited too... (pause)

"No, i'm sorry we can't go in" says Vickie, frantic... "We're going home."

"BUT WHY!?!?!?!" we all cry in our most annoying adolescent voices.

"I Peed My Pants!!! OKAY?!?!" [Silence... sad faces... it was no use, the party was over]. So much for bladder control, and so much for our big trip to the store.

I guess it's something we're blessed with for life, as she just told me today of her very latest episode. Now, i've told you before that our family is not big on drinking. My Mom has a glass of red wine once in a while "for medicinal purposes", and that's about it. When we do any drinking, it usually ends up resulting in some type of episode, whether it be the fault of us or those we're drinking with.

Oh, it's harmless enough but I got a giggle when she told me. Seems that she and her husband had done some "Marguarita" drinking over the weekend, and as she slept late she got up (I guess still slightly affected by the alcohol, and a bit giddy), she went to the window and saw my brother-in-law (her hubby) out in the yard working. Feeling saucy, she thought she'd give him a thrill and 'flash him some boob'. He got an eyefull he did (as much an eyefull as she could give him, as she's not extremely endowed in the hooter department). Unfortunately, so did their neighbor who was up in the shed, and at the window. Her husband later asked her "Did you not know he was there?" [Ahhh perhaps her very own version of Grandma's Gone Wild?? Sounds like a seller].

She replied frantically "No!! If I knew he was there, do you think I would've done that?!?" Everyone got an asthmatic cackle out of it needless to say, and she stated that she later went out to investigate the location he was standing to see if there was a 'good view from the window'. Indeed there was a very clear view.

I jokingly asked her if that was her "Signal" letting him know that breakfast was ready, and she laughed... Guess she'll know the truth if the neighbor begins to visit more frequently... or if he happens to stop coming by altogether!! :)
Or if he happens to make a wrong move, she can always just 'Bust him one (or two)' [or maybe not]...

Maybe you should all wish the three of us luck... then again, maybe we've already had enough!

Sunday, November 19, 2006

One More for the Road

Sunday is drawing to a close for me, and once again the weekend has passed too fast. In remembering songs that evoke and stir pain in my heart, I also include Iggy Pop with "Candy". I'm sure i'll have more to say tomorrow... :)


Enjoy!

Floating on a Cloud

I'm feeling rather emotional this weekend, which is "me" anyway, no use in hiding that. I've had lots of weird feelings passing through my mind about past moments and many good times (the best) that i've had, times I truly treasure. Jimi Hendrix is one of my absolute favorites, and a song that means so much to me on so many levels is "Little Wing", the lyrics, the song, what it has brought to my life I can't really put into words here, but it's very moving, has alot of meaning. I thought I would share it here, as I really can't sort my thoughts out well enough to put anything else up this weekend, so I'll listen to this song, and daydream about emotions, passions and wonderful times past...


Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Friday, November 17, 2006

Close Call Left Me Wondering

All I needed was another thing to make me worry about loved ones, or to obscess over death-related matters. Yesterday, Mr. J makes the "mistake" (as he put it) of telling me that he was 'nearly' struck by an 18-wheeler (large commercial truck). It seems that the light turned green for him, the truck ran the red light and they swerved to miss each other. He said it was so close that he could feel the wind even in his truck. We've discussed the bad drivers around Memphis, and that is no lie. I can understand that a truck of that size is unable to maybe stop at a red light if he is very close, but odds are he was probably plowing down the road at death-defying speeds when this happened.

Also, Mr. J has to be aware that people run red lights all the time, and to watch more closely before he begins to drive. He really could've been killed! It could happen anywhere anytime, I know, but the fact remains... it scared me thinking that I could have had a call in the middle of the afternoon to learn that my "Mr. J" was no more... Life is so fragile, and something can happen and take it away so fast (your own life or someone you care for). There isn't anything we can do about that fact, because what is meant to be will be. Most of us have in fact, already experienced losses, and that's been painful all on its own, maybe some are still dealing with recent losses too.

So, we can do this-we can be prepared, and always make sure that someone knows how we feel, how much we love them, care about them and how important they are in our lives. It is easy to argue and leave the house angry (which I never do), but my advice is to make sure that you feel that the last words you say to someone, you can live with-You should be able to have as little regret as possible 'Just in Case' (anything can happen). Not to think or live morbidly, just to live freely and not be afraid to let people know how you feel. It might make all the difference. Do it "just because", and not even 'just in case', just because it's better anyway to treat each other well...

Have a safe, wonderful Friday and please be very aware of everything going on around you... it's a danger-zone out there!!!

Love,
Aunt Jackie

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Holy Smoke! Today is...

That's right... today, November 16 is The Great American Smokeout. I had forgotten all about that really... just happened to run across it today.

Now I want you to remember, Aunt Jackie is a "live and let live" kind of girl, but i've never been a smoker... even though my parents have always been pretty heavy smokers (maybe not as bad as this guy)... Somehow, I just never picked up the habit. So i'm not a big fan of smoking. Mr. J quit smoking a couple years ago, without my heavy prodding-I let him make his decision, and he wanted to quit for better health. I supported him, and tried to help him stay the course, but I did not force him (as I said, I am all about 'live and let live'). But i'm so glad he quit, and he is too-he's got so much energy! The house smells so much better, he smells great (except on rare occasion) and I wish everyone I cared about that smoked could quit too.

Even though advertising has historically romanticized smoking, even making it beneficial or "sexy", we still know facts, we all know the statistics about smoking, we know what it can and can't do (or what research has shown anyway), which can change all the time [you know, the cancer thing, the aging thing, and just making you undesirable to kiss *wink*].

If you are a smoker, and you want to quit for whatever reason, then do so! I know it is very hard... and I know that a non-smoker does not understand just how hard it is... but someone you love or that loves you, would probably love to see you quit, and maybe it would make all the difference... At least give it a try.

After all, you don't want to end up looking like my 35 year old coworker here, do you?? I didn't think so :) Have a safe and happy one, and feel free to read more about the History of the Great American Smokeout here.

Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act [please help]

Aunt Jackie & Aunt Tamra Need your Help! Normally, I don't try to prod you too much about serious matters on my blog, but this is important to us. You may or may not know what a big animal lover I am, but Tamra and I are greatly concerned with animal rights and cruelty. You've probably seen some of the related links to the right. However, those that have been fighting to continue helping stop fur farms, labs, puppy mills and many such similar entities, are being stopped in their tracks by the AETA (Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act).

Well their bill was passed just the other day (read here), The bill defines the 'causing of' any business classified as an "animal enterprise" (e.g., factory farms, fur farms, vivisection labs, rodeos, zoos and circuses) to suffer a profit loss, as a "terrorist" act. There is a chance to help, and I would love if any of you wouldn't mind taking a moment to sign a petition for me (Aunt Jackie) I signed it as well... your signature might help make a difference. I know everyone's busy, but it won't take but a couple minutes of your time.

You can read all about the AETA before signing here (as well as the article above):
The Animal Terrorism Act (S. 3880 & H.R. 4239)

Then you can sign at the following link:

Animals Matter, please help by signing this petition!

They can't speak for themselves, our voices are needed. They need our protection. Thanks for listening, and for helping if you can... A.J. (See the Care2 page on this if interested AETA Passed - Where do All the Protestors Go?)

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Word of the Day

Word verification words aren't always notable, but one that I just ran across today I thought was pretty good. "Furmpeyn"... hmmm, I could make some things out of that. "Doc, I got a furmpeyn in my chest, right about here." Or perhaps, "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into this Furmpeyn man (literally) with my basket, and he cussed me out!!! Good thing I don't know the language, because he'd have been in for it!" And of course I can't ignore the f... "Honey when you get home tonight, you're so getting furmpeyn!!!" [What?!? o.k. so I got bored--i'm sure you can come up with a few too] :)

Think Ink

As previously requested, I'm including my finished Celtic "Tree of Life" tattoo... although it is complete, i'm not satisfied as you sometimes lose ink in such a tedious spot (dead center of my shoulder blades/back)... so I'm going to have it touched up soon... but here you go... Have a good one.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I Miss My Childhood, I'm Goin Back!

Oh what if we could all truly rekindle the "Wow Factor" in life? I really try to, & I'd like to think there are others out there who do the same. Let's Laugh at ourselves, make snow angels, enjoy making pictures out of clouds, 'slosh' around in rain puddles, drink hot cocoa with marshmallows and invite our old imaginary friends over for dinner. Let's laugh at the big as well as small things in life. Our perception of what life should be has become over complicated and creates too much paperwork and pain.



This is in honor of childhood and all that it represents to all of us "old(er) children". Fishing around on the net, I found these 3 poems that I wanted to share with you all.


"Childhood"
by Eugene F. Ware

It passed in beauty,
Like the waves that reach
Their jeweled fingers
Up the sanded beach.

It passed in beauty,
Like the flowers that spring
Behind the footsteps
Of the Winter King.

It passed in beauty,
Like the clouds on high,
That drape the ceilings
Of a summer sky.


"Old Child" by Mihai Cosmescu

Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.

Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.

Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.

Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.

Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.

"Childhood Fantasy"
by Philip Zemler

The war party gallops wildly across the plain,
War horns blow shrilly, sending their sharp notes through the air,
Banners flutter in the wind,
Gold glimmers off the foreheads of the magnificent riders
And light flashes off drawn steel.
In answer to the horns, the portcullis is raised
The drawbridge is dropped.
The children ride across their mud puddle moat
And into their cardboard castle.
They sheathe their wooden swords and tether their stick horses.



My apologies for the poetry and the slight complaint if they were boring today. I feel comical most of the time, but i'm sometimes serious as well... but no matter what, I enjoy sharing what's on my mind...

Coming tomorrow: The long-awaited photo of Aunt Jackie's Celtic Tree of Life tattoo (finished product). Check back for it, and it goes out to Cappy, sorry I didn't put that up any sooner. See you all tomorrow!!!

*Also, special thanks to Chelly (I Miss My Childhood) for reminding me about childhood and the memories that we're lucky to be able to share from it.

Growing Pains

No matter how old we get, we're still "growing", learning, experiencing ups and downs that come with the lessons of life... "Growing Pains" if you will.

Do you ever gauge yourself or your accomplishments against your age? Do you maybe get upset, because you're "this many" years old, and you have yet to ( fill in the blank )? I think I do this... I feel as though I have always tried hard, and treated people very well no matter what it was I was doing, and my only sin in that is probably that I wasn't "assertive" enough, or maybe lacked the motivation to rise on up, and wasn't a 'cut-throat' or backstabber.

Just upsetting when someone who hasn't gone through nearly as many trials, life, who hasn't been at it even half as long, can just waltz off with some prize, have something just fall into their lap... totally undeserved. Unreliable folks who simply treat those around them with nothing but disrespect and ill-manners... but never get their just desserts... must be at least really good at pulling the wool over the eyes of those who matter... I guess that's the basic key? Today's moral: Good guys, I guess, really do finish last.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Try A Little Kindness

By the way, today is 'World Kindness Day'. We could use more of that, although it is hard to come by, putting a little reminder out here can't hurt... Have a Kind Day... hey i'm gonna try too, and we'll see if it does any good. :)

SEE WORLD KINDNESS DAY SITE - STORIES OF INSPIRATION

Rainy Days and Mondays

Mondays probably get most everyone down, unless that happens to be one of your days off... So of course, i'm understood there. However, as I have discussed before, rainy days do not get me down... I find them relaxing and renewing to my soul... rain and water involuntarily finds its way into the lyrics of many of my songs and words to alot of my poems... I favor rain just as I do trees. This morning, it looks like rain again... I sigh with satisfaction at the darkened sky and the fuzzy watercolor clouds above... the sunrise was pretty this morning, since the sun attempted to come by, it was kind of pinkish-purple on my way to my morning workout.

Reminds me of morning times as my Mother would drive me to elementary school, in the rain... I'd watch the rain hitting the windshield, observing as the droplets would trickle down, sometimes joining one another and getting larger... and larger... then heavier until finally they would roll right out of sight. The soft scent of the moist air, and just the cozy feeling I would get sitting in the classroom (or even today) as the rain poured down cleansing everything around us... I guess I was connected and spiritual with nature even back then... I also remember having an early fixation with the trees and leaves too as I was mostly a loner on the playground, I'd walk around at recess/break picking up beautiful yellow, orange and red leaves and take them home for my mother [of course she kept them forever]. So in reflecting on the brilliance of a blue-grey sky bursting with natures renewing tears, have a fantastic Monday, and enjoy the lyrics to Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song" I am including below, just to think on during this lovely morning... Couldn't pick a better day for rain than Monday.

It is the springtime of my loving
the second season I am to know

You are the sunlight in my growing
so little warmth I've felt before.

It isn't hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low.


It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.

Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I give this tune.

Ain't so hard to recognize
These things are clear to all
from
time to time.

Talk Talk... I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever thaw.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...

But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall

This is the wonder of devotion
I seek the torch we all must hold.

This is the mystery of the quotient,
Upon us all a little rain must fall...

Sunday, November 12, 2006

The Day After Overindulgence

Hypothetical for me today, since I haven't even done any drinking... but in honor of my drinking story from yesterday, I thought we could ponder 'favorite hangover foods'. Now, assuming that at some point the next day you chow down, whether it is followed by a bit of the 'hair of the dog' that bit you, combined with some aspirin or ibuprofen, or a pizza... I'd love to know what hangover food really gets you back on your feet.

For Rodney and Sal's auntie Tamra and myself, we used to hit up Taco Bell, and wash it down with a good ole Mountain Dew. I don't fancy thinking about hangovers, as they sure can be rough... that combo pretty much put the spring back in our step.

Signs Point To Yes

Oh yeah, one more thought...

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Bad Hair Daze

Saturday is probably the one day that I wish would last all week long. I love sleeping in, and don't even mind not getting anything accomplished because it feels so great not to have to wake up at any certain time [that not-accomplished guilt strikes me down on Sunday nights of course].

Anyone ever been here? I've seen and heard of some good 'while they were passed out' pranks, but whoever did this one was pretty crafty as well as sadistic... haha. This guy is probably a Baptist Preacher now, who vowed never to drink again.

I guess the only story that comes to mind at the moment is one of drunken cruelty, and of course, self-absorbed bitchdom. A former "friend" of mine, we'll just call her "Terry" to keep her bitchdom an internet secret. She was one of those friends who made you appreciate your enemies... Yeah, who cares... ok her real name is Sherry who in fact, had pretty bad hair herself (She was once mistaken for a member of the 80s rock group Poison, as well as gaining the nickname 'Marge Simpson'-ok the bit about Poison was a joke). I think of this because my best friend, Tamra (who I wouldn't have met had it not been for Sherry, which is the only good thing that came about as a result of her, that and the good laughs Tamra and I have had talking about how she looks exactly like "Butthead" from MTV's Beavis and Butthead), she and I were discussing her just yesterday... and I guess the drunken antic (above) made me think of this.

Thursday nights, during college, we used to go out and ride backroads and drink. She thought she was this goddess of a girl, and thought everyone else thought so too... I just hung around her mostly because we had nothing better to do, and to have 'young, dumb fun'. One particular night we had driven around until we were dizzy in the little 'one-horse-town' that I grew up in, and still love dearly. I had drank an entire bottle of this filthy poison called "Champale" followed by a tall can of regular Budweiser beer (or was it the other way 'round?). As you know, while you're sitting the alcohol doesn't seem to hit you--but once I stood up while we were at the gas station, I realized that I was skunkered. We ended the night by going back to her apartment and were intending on passing out. I had pretty much made myself comfortable as she began to read from the book of Revelations (just to try and terrify me), cackling that god-awful laugh of hers. I stared at the ceiling... room spinning like a top, and not feeling so well. Sherry came back into the room babbling on more with her ridiculous terror trying to convince me that she was going to cut me up and put me in her refrigerator (why did I hang out with her again?? couldn't quite remember why at that moment, but feeling ill as I did, didn't give it much thought). Phone rang, it was her 'super-stupid football-jock, meathead boyfriend, Stanley calling (who cares about his anonymity either, he was dumb enough to be her boyfriend). Seems Stanley was coming over, so suddenly, I "had to" go back to my dorm and was no longer welcome to "crash" at her place.

'How in the world am I supposed to operate a vehicle? I can't even operate my legs right at the moment?' I wonder aloud. Sherry won't hear of anything but Stanley, so she offers to drive my car and take me back to the dorm while Stanley meets her there. She will ride back with him. In no shape to argue, I go along with it. We arrive at the dorm, it's chilly outside... I swerve towards my building, preparing myself to go the 3 flights of stairs to my floor which seemed more like 10 flights in my condition. I hugged the rail all the way, barely making it to my room before I flopped out on my 'prison-style' dorm bed, feeling more and more queasy.

Felt worse by the minute but wasn't able to move... laying there, unable to sleep... staring at the clock (2:40 a.m... 3:20 a.m... god the night was long). I wanted--NEEDED to puke, but refused too (although it would've made me feel 100% better, I couldn't). Must have dozed off a bit at some point and finally I looked at the clock once again... it was sometime around 5:30 a.m., and I couldn't hold it any longer... though I still couldn't move... I tried to get out of bed, but just as I leaned over the side of the bed a river of beer and champale announced its war, and came marching forth... several times. It was everywhere... all over my blanket, but I felt too bad to get out of bed so I turned over and tried to sleep more. I think I eventually snuck that blanket home to wash at my Mom's, of course never telling her what had transpired.

Consequently, I got sick with the worst cold of my life, which lasted for what seemed a month... While i'm sure Sherry had a wonderful and romantic time with Mr. Stanley... Hooray for "true friendship". It's exactly what I mean when I say that real friends are hard to come by, and I am thankful for the ones I do have. Because human beings are selfish and apathetic creatures, just plain don't give a damn about anything unless it directly affects them. I guess it's human nature... but I tell ya, it is contagious because in return, I care even less for those that have treated me or someone I love in this manner... just an endless cycle... I want to care, but people make it impossible. Such rottenness that I see in nearly everyone on a daily basis... courtesy, customer service, good nature?? All dead it seems... now it's just dog eat dog and 'do unto others before they do unto you' attitude...

But for those few lucky ones (my family and friends--they know who they are), I thank my lucky stars for you!!!

Friday, November 10, 2006

Dog Day Friday

Glad the weekend is almost upon us, but it's a busy one for me. Time to post in just this quick little hello today... The week has been really long and sometimes you can only wish Friday would hurry up and come... but alas, we must learn to have...

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Thai-Spiced Pumpkin Soup

I love Thai food, not certain about the pumpkin part-I am really thinking I need to try this recipe. It looked so good in the photo (with toasted pumpkin seeds on top!) that I had to share. If you wanna try this soup, as it's still great for fall, here it is!

Thai-Spiced Pumpkin Soup

Nun Ya Business

Things have been 'quiet on the set' this morning. Was also able to get up first thing and get in a good workout, so I think if I can keep some good routine going... get some 'order' in my life, i'll be feeling better. Anyway, it was nice to be able to work out again in the early a.m., woke me up and I haven't required any coffee yet. Sometimes I think it affects me adversely when I feel that i'm losing 'control' in any area of my life, but as long as I am keeping up on things, I start to improve.

Don't want to fixate on too much boring stuff about fitness and diet, that's a 'One Day at a Time' thing, we have to wake up each day and make the best choices possible, and if we have a downfall, or make a mistake, we can't give up--just have to keep plugging away and do better the next day... Feeling good about yourself, and doing your best--being the best YOU possible is all one can do... and if others don't like that? Well, they're not worth worrying about then, are they? Not worth wasting our precious time over those who feel they have room to judge anyone. I'm willing to bet they have their own demons to hide. I think JRR Tolkien said it best with "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

Alright then, time for today's funny... which should give you a giggle whether your Catholic or not. I received this in an email. Guess these Nuns were parched, stopped off for a bit of refreshment. As I've always said 'Wherever you go, there's something to see.' Having a sense of humor about ourselves, as well as life is very important... don't miss out on the good stuff worrying about the bad. Keep that (and the above) in mind as you observe life today while going through your daily routines, and... have a safe, wonderful day! @};--

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Does Not Play Well With Others

Trying not to retract into my shell today, but have alot going through my head. I don't want to smile or giggle at any stupid jokes or play nice. Just too much to do-but i'll feel better later i'm sure...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Getting Our Just Desserts

I hate it when my sweet tooth decides to stage a riot. He's a real trouble maker, causing all of the other teeth to join in without hesitation. This leaves my head to battle the whole lot of them. Sometimes, I try to assist my head by flooding the troublemakers with either black coffee or a big bottle of water. If it doesn't help, I occasionally give in. After all, life is short and deprivation is a mortal sin. However, today this tooth led me to wonderful memories of past holidays and the corresponding treats. Normally, this would be Christmastime with my parents. Back then, Dad was quite active in helping or sometimes taking over the preparations of alot of the food. Don't be fooled, the dinners would not have even transpired if Mom had let him have full reign but he did enjoy putting his hands in and cooking a dish or treat, and was fantastic at it! Prepare to get hungry...

There was always too much food on Thanksgiving and Christmas, but we enjoyed. Mom and Dad would collaborate on a big pan of Turkey or Hen with Dressing, which was fantastic and never went 'begging'. But it was a rare and special talent to create the real old-fashioned recipe for "Hershey's Fudge". Made in a big cast iron saucepan, my Dad would ensure that the liquid chocolate magma would reach the 'soft ball stage', which meant it was time to stir until it got a slight 'hazy' look to it, then you must quickly get that stuff on the pan or it would harden up and you'd lose the batch. Mom either got it too hard and it crumbled up or she didn't get it to the right stage and it would be just chocolate putty (which I sometimes still tried to sneak a bite of). Sometimes they would leave it plain, or sometimes they would put walnuts in and on, but either way it tasted fantastic with a huge glass of milk. Mom also loved to make Peanut Brittle, which was good too-but the fudge was my favorite weakness. Great, my stomach is growling now!

Monday, November 06, 2006

Welcome to the Jungle

"One Rainy Wish"

Make no mistake, I absolutely adore the rain! It's so soothing and refreshing. On a rainy day, I could cozy up on my couch with a book or a DVD, or just simply kick back and close my eyes, listen to the crescendo, as the raindrops sing on the roof!! However, today is not one of those days.

Started out o.k., but as usual, bad weather turns Memphis roadways into a big Demolition Derby. I saw one really ugly-looking wreck on Third St. on the way up, the car's 'nose' was nearly all gone, police, wreckers'n all on the scene. It appeared that they had been cleaning up for a good while. I mosy on up the road a bit, traffic about average for a rainy Monday. The other drivers either going so slow that they were going to cause a wreck, or driving like they had a deathwish. Redlights, especially irritate me as everyone watches the side of the traffic signal for that hint of 'orange' to let you know that it is about to change, everyone revving their engine and waiting for the green 'as if their entire life depended on this one NASCAR race'. I just wish people would take their phones out of their ear, stop rubbernecking and putting on make-up as they break the speed of light towards their destinations, and just chill...

"Lady please! Hands on the wheel and phone out of the ear!!"

So I get to work, settle in at my desk and then my phone rings about 5 minutes after my arrival. I hesitate nervously, as I always do when the phone rings, hoping it isn't a big problem. "...hhello??" I question. The voice on the other end of the line is Mr. J. "Hey. Can you come let me in the house? I took the dog out and I had everything except for my keys, and locked myself out. I almost started to kick the door in. I tried you on your cell phone a couple of times." he bellows, sounding frustrated. I reply "Oh no!! I'm sorry, cell phone was in my purse and I didn't hear it. Of course i'll be there just as soon as humanly possible!! Don't kick the door in, hang tight i'm on my way!" I plead. "Ok" he says. So I hang up the phone, quickly tell my team lead that I have to rush right back to the house (approximately a 30 minute drive, i'm sure there's worse) to let in Mr. J... "Ok" he says giggling "Be careful!". So I run into the telephone booth and magically flip on my Wonder Woman suit, and go flying home in the rain to rescue him. When I get there he is standing in the carport looking glad that I made it in such a timely manner. Oddly enough, the traffic was quite clear and I didn't get behind not 1 tractor or 'wide load'. I just kept telling God 'Please, no red lights, remember this is for Mr. J not me!' :) hehe how I have to bargain. Help him get into the house, he retrieves his keys, exchange a quick hug and kiss and we're off again to our opposite destinations.

This time, as I navigate back up Third St., the wreckage is still being cleaned up but they're nearly finished as even I rubberneck briefly myself, examining once again the hideous damage done to the nose of that car ('Glad it isn't me' I think). Don't feel as frantic on the way back, but the rain is still going strong... I turn up the radio and make my way back into the labrynth of a garage that I park in, and then settle back into my little nest, preparing to make my dent in the week. Ahhh I love rainy days, and Memphis makes them so entertaining... our lovely visitors, C.O.G.I.C. are here as well, which always doubles up the traffic and the fun! It's destined to be a notable week. Pardon me while I go for that 'hair of the dog' I was talking about earlier... maybe you should do the same! Happy Monday Y'all!!! -Aunt Jackie

[And Memphis Drivers, I beg you... please keep your eyes on the road give the fellow driver a "little respect", and... well just TRY, that's all i'm asking!!!]

Hair of the Monday Dog

Found these at Modern Drunkard Magazine, and thought some of you would enjoy immensely! (just a few choice ones I liked best):

You Know You're a Drunk When...

Bouncers have a special headlock named after you.

Your dentist is afraid to drill in your mouth for fear of an unexpected spark.

“Taking the edge off” usually means waking up on your lawn.

You’ve stopped drinking, but only when you’re asleep.

When making punch, you dilute the rum with vodka.

Everyone thinks you’re bilingual.

You’ve told a priest, “Make it a triple this time, and hold the wafer.”

Your birthday is a holiday in Scotland.

You’re not sure when Mary Ann snuck out your apartment last night, but you figure it was about the same time Mrs. Howell snuck in.

You receive divorce papers from your liver and it wants full custody of the kidneys.

You drank so much beer last night you single-handedly wore out a fresh urinal cake.

The arresting officer tells you that you have the right to remain silent and you waive that right so you can finish singing 'Enter Sandman'.

You know how to say “Where are my pants?” in seven languages.

You have a lot of respect for that 80-year-old guy at the end of the bar, but you know from experience that he’s a dirty fighter.

Your idea of a seven-course meal is a six-pack and a pizza.

When a panhandler asks, “Can you give me a quarter for some beer?” you reply, “Okay, but I want to taste it first.”

You can tell what bar you’re in by the bottoms of their tables.

Anyone who kisses you must legally wait half an hour to drive.

You think of drinking beer as “sobering up,”

You can tell the difference between a bottle of Jack and a bottle of Jim by the sound they make hitting the back of your head.

You’ve been cut off during communion.

Your idea of karaoke is falling off the stage while yelling “Rock and roll!” into the microphone.

You have a born-on date tattooed on your beer gut.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Just The Facts Folks!

Ahhahaha!!! I got this Factorizer, A fact generator based on your name over at Chelly's However. Had to post this Chelly. It just made Aunt Jackie Look so damn tough!! :)

Sunday Message For You

Well, it's been another short weekend... nearly over. That's what bothers me so much about Sunday is that mean ole Monday is always chasing it right away. Enjoyed a nice visit with my parents this weekend, my father is zipping around with his walker like nothing ever happened. In fact I was fast asleep in the chair this morning and he woke me up at the crack of dawn zipping in and out around the kitchen, making the coffee... impossible to sleep, so I got up and consequently drank 3 cups of the stuff while we waited for Mom to wake up too (we kept them up too late watching Larry the Cable Guy's movie, "Health Inspector"). Anyway, here's to another Sunday Gone Too Fast, and in honor of such a sacred and sabbath day, I'll blaspheme by bringing back for your listening pleasure "The Farting Preacher" (I just keep going back for more!!). Hope he makes you laugh too... Hallelujah!!! (Isn't he something?!!?) he-he

Friday, November 03, 2006

Happy Sandwich Day

November 3rd is the Birthday of John Montague, the creator of the sandwich. Have a delicious sandwich today! (Boy this one will thrill Mr. J... he'll be happy to celebrate (as long as it comes with a beer). Have a great weekend everybody!!!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Season of the Witch

This goes out to my friend Faith. The video was put together by someone else, and isn't any related video to the Donovan song, but I thought the imagery was pretty cool, and seemed to fit. At any rate, Faith, just know that you're not alone and you are understood and appreciated... Everything will reveal itself when the time is right, trust yourself and I know you're doing the right thing. Hang in there, it's a big crap shoot you know, we win and we lose. Enjoy the video and know i'm behind ya 100%.

Thursdays Go Better with Dali

One of my favorite Surrealist painters, or artists in general is Salvador Dali. (Even named my dog, "Sal" after him.) I don't really know of a work of his that dissappoints me, they're all so strange and wonderful, innovative... make you think. Nearing the end of the week, and I can only hope for some sort of peace of mind for the weekend, but given my luck, and my in-laws, i'm sure something will sour that one. Therefore, I thought I would just enjoy a bit of Dali. What Would Dali Do (if he were dreading his in-laws over the weekend, or expecting something to disturb his peaceful time)? He certainly wouldn't let anyone take his mind off his art. He'd probably go on creating and paint something in spiteful homage to whatever it was that ticked him off. I really should model my thought process more closely to his. Hmmmm, let's have a "pretend visit" between Dali and me, wherein I go to him for advice (indulge me for a moment).

Me: "Dali, it's hard keeping up with the times. I worry that the older I get I am not "with it" or modern!"

Dali: "Don't bother about being modern. Unfortunately it is the one thing that, whatever you do, you cannot avoid."

Me: "Well, I guess you're right. But sometimes I wake up depressed and worried about these things, as well as not being good enough."

Dali: "Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy — the joy of being Salvador Dalí — and I ask myself in rapture, ‘What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalí going to accomplish today? And, There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction."

Me: "Must be nice... but, I see your point there, we should really develop an ego about ourselves, right? I mean, who else is going to love us, or think we're great if we ourselves don't?? But it's hard sometimes, I try but I just can't seem to achieve perfection."

Dali: "Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it."

Me: "...But...That's not a very encouraging thing to say!""

Dali: "Right now I'm the greatest. I don't say this out of vanity - it's just that the rest are so bad."

Me: "Now i'm beginning to feel a bit insulted. I'll have you know, I'm a very intelligent woman and I can do anything I want to do... Just as well or BETTER than you... maybe."

Dali: "Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."

Me: "Duly noted." (sitting quietly)

Dali continues, "At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since."

Me: "I see what you're saying... you have to constantly reach for higher goals and try, and do your best. Of course, I do want to be successful, some day. I feel like I just make so many mistakes."

Dali: "The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents. Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them."

Me: "Nobody ever takes me seriously though, I never seem to get the respect from others as I deserve."

Dali: "It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself. But, In order to acquire a growing and lasting respect in society, it is a good thing, if you possess great talent, to give, early in your youth, a very hard kick to the right shin of the society that you love. After that, be a snob."

Me: "Oh all this is giving me a headache, I need an Advil."

Dali: "I don't do drugs. I am drugs. Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic."

Me: "Well, I love your art and all, but I don't think it's going to blast this migrane... Are you crazy?"

Dali: "There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad."

Me: "Well, I didn't really mean for you to answer that. You're quite an influential man, though, I always have admired you and your work."

Dali: "The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret."

Me: "Good point there. The world is just getting so outrageous and ridiculous... or maybe it's just me."

Dali: "I have Dalinian thought: the one thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous."

Me: "Maybe you're right Dali. So, talk to you later then? Thanks for the chat.


As I said, brilliant man-most of his works are very cool. This one, in which he collaborated on (not solely his), was so cool that they used it in miniature for the poster for "Silence of the Lambs" (great flick if you haven't seen it). It is entitled [In Voluptas Mors by Philippe Halsmann in collaboration with Salvador Dalí, 1951]




Click Here to See the Silence of the Lambs poster for Yourself!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

I Am Tequilla!!!

You Are Tequilla

When you drink, you're serious about getting drunk!
You'll take any shot that's offered up to you...
Even if it tastes like sock sweat!
And you're never afraid of eating the worm.

Not sure if I really believe this or not, as getting plastered is sort of a 'now and then' thing for me. However, when I do, Tequilla is my drink of choice. Go on, give it a spin!!

Celebrating Those Gone Before Us

Don't mean to seem morbid, or obscessed the the topic this week, but I've been thinking a bit more about how other cultures handle their loss and grief of those that have passed on. How many cultures mourn so severely as mine, and then there are those that make great celebrations to honor and remember them. Although I am not of mexican descent, Mr. J shares some of this ancestry... I still thought I would share this tidbit since I do enjoy what it stands for and it is quite a colorful celebration from what I understand. Today begins Mexico's "Day of the Dead" celebration.
Two 'Day of the Dead' dancers
Day of the Dead is celebrated in Mexico on November 1st (All Saint's Day) and 2nd (All Souls Day). It's a time to remember deceased loved ones and honor them. Day of the Dead is a festive occasion, a time to celebrate, much like a family reunion. Making a Day of the Dead altar can be a way for you to honor the life of someone who was important to you, or remember your ancestors. There are no hard and fast rules about how the altar should be made. Be creative and make something that looks attractive and is meaningful to you. Here's How to Make Your Own Day of the Dead Alter. And if you'd like to read more about it, visit www.mexconnect.com beforehand.

With so many people having family member losses in recent months or the last couple of years, including my family and some friends, as well as some of my new blog aquaintances, from what I understand, it could be a very therapeutic and spiritual release--if one might be interested... Just sharing. I hope everyone is doing o.k. with the Halloween aftermath, wherever you are... be safe and enjoy your day.