Deep In The Forrest

February 27!!! Someone get the fire extinguisher and call 911!!! That cake was about to blow!!! I bet you thought I was going to tell more hot fireman stories, didn't you?? Well, not today. Today I have to announce that I am an idiot for not putting a post up about my Sister's birthday yesterday... That's right! I forgot... I didn't forget her birthday, I had sent her a card and e-mails and told her Happy Birthday-I Love You over the phone and all that jazz, but I totally forgot her "Blog Tribute"... so here goes... better late than never. Thank you "anonymous" for reminding me eh? To the Most Wonderful Sister in the Wide World (as forest would say)... Hope it was sooo HAPPY Vickie (Nana).

T here was something about him, maybe the way he played guitar, or his wild, 'bad boy' image. Maybe it was his excessive drinking that turned me on, or perhaps the cigarette that always hung loosely from his lips... not to mention that wonderful, wild enormous mane of his. That fateful day, the day we met is one that I won't soon forget... I had it all perfectly planned out. I woke up extra early that morning and began to ready myself. Today was the day. I would finally get to meet him. Shivers ran through my body at the idea that I would be in his presence... face-to-face. I was so nervous that I could barely cake on the sufficient eyeliner and mascara ('I have to get this just right!' I thought, blood running cold). Carefully, I dressed so as not to tear my brand new stockings, and I wore 'The Suit'... the sleek black sexy suit--something great always happened when I wore it... There was no other choice. So, I slid into the fitting skirt which landed perfe...

Hope that this Tuesday finds you all well and you're feeling fine, if you're not feeling fine at least try to look fine because as we all know it is better to look good than to feel good, and you know who you are. If you can't feel good OR look good, then maybe you can at least be good-then if not, as the old adage said "If you can't be good, then be good at it." I'll most assuredly try to post something of interest before the day is out, but you can still play some catch up if you haven't already, as you may have missed something hot or cool. Also, I have added the link to my friend Faith's blog, and if you haven't already welcomed her (our newest blogger), then check it out here at "Jinks Writes and Rewrites" and give her a shout! . I'll be back in a bit.

Well, not literally... basically i'm on my 2nd cup of 'afternoon coffee', and more so in a cloud of things to finish up today so I really won't be posting anything of interest. Rather, I will offer you the extra time to play 'catch up' on some of my 'previous posts' if you have interest and haven't had a chance to read back. If so, you can still catch up on the saga of the Fireman, or my rant on inconsiderate drivers, or my general rant about how I am the worst procrastinator in the world... Oh yes, and my last piece on Soulmates if you like that--Something for everyone! It's all here folks! :) Oh one thing I did want to ask is if anyone else saw the strange lights hovering low in the skies kind of late on Thursday night?? Richie and I had left band practice and we were driving home and there were little strange formations of low-hanging lights all through the sky not just near the airport, but even west of our airport. They weren't airplanes...

Anyone get into 'Soulmates'? Do you believe that everyone has just one? Or do you think it is possible that we cross paths with multiple soulmates during the course of our existence? Everyone that we meet is for a reason, but I don't think that everyone we meet are soulmates of ours... However, I do believe in more than one. I believe I have had in my life (and still have) more than one. Some soulmates are friends, some soulmates are lovers, some soulmates are our families... they have a path to follow as do we, and sometimes we meet and only get to keep them long enough to enrich one anothers life, share a beautiful moment and then we have to travel on... although you might wish that it could last forever, it might not be meant to be... not this time. Sometimes perhaps we wait and pray for the time to be right, for the universe to allow us to find them and then to hold on tight... but fate must follow the story of the book as it is written, as it has been so instructed and...

Well another weekend, or as I like to think of it (as of 5:00 Friday upon leaving work), 45 hours of my life wasted that i'm not getting back. I know-there's nothing wrong with kicking back and relaxing and enjoying life... I'm all for it. But doesn't that constitute a little 'going out' and actually experiencing some of it outside the walls of your house?? Maybe? Ok, well even in the vein of 'staying home and catching up on things that need to be done around the house', explain to me why none of that has been accomplished... I have not accomplished or completed one solitary task this weekend except for pointing and laughing at life as it passed me by. Maybe I sound a little bitter or panicked. Well I am! What am I going to do about this lack of motivation and lack of self-discipline?? I've never been the best at it, as I am an extreme procrastinator. But I don't like it at all--I want to change. I want to begin again with a better spirit of figh...

"Hello Jacqueline." he says with a sultry voice (or maybe it was my imagination). "This is Bryan. How are you?" My imagination runs wild, and I shake slightly with nervous anticipation, wondering why he'd called ME... what exactly was he up to? Not to allow my composure to be ruffled, I put on my cheeriest, sexiest southern voice. "Well Hello Bryan. I'm doing just great and yourself?" Smiling, over-the-phone like they teach you to do in any type of customer-service work. "I'm doing great, even better now." He blurted out with a sensual undertone. There was a slightly awkward pause, as I still wasn't sure of his agenda. He began to quiz me on my job functions and different aspects of the job. 'Did I like working there, etc...' "How long have you been working there?" I'm remembering the frame of his body, his stature and the way he carried himself. He was smooth. I knew that already. He was pretending to be int...

I'm still finding it quite difficult to find any courtesy on the streets and highways all around. No matter where I go, someone is riding my tail High-beams A'blazin, seemingly unaware of their apparent ass-holery. There were 5 in a row this morning, before dawn... blinding the living daylights out of me. It's no wonder more and more people are getting dragged out of their cars and beat down, I have half a mind to do it myself. To the last guy, I pulled over to the side of the road and let him pass so I could get behind him and give him a dose of his own medicine... doubt he even cared. Rule is: (whether this is my rule, or law in some states) When you meet an oncoming car, LOW BEAMS! When you're riding behind someone, or riding their ass... LOW BEAMS!!!!! Oh and if it's not that, it's some brainless twat trying to break the speed barrier and turn the already 'gridlocked' interstate into an obstacle course. Can't they see the person over on the side ...

It was not unlike most other days at the printing company, everyone was just sprinting about, rushing to complete their tasks, crunching to make the daily deadlines. Most of the time, Printing is a fast-paced environment indeed. For the most part, I assisted in a great deal of the proof making, proofreading and then of course backed up Glenda, who worked up front assisting the many customers that passed through. I hadn't been working there all that long, but I was getting used to everyone and had made some friendly acquaintances by this time. Guess I had already gotten a rhythmic work flow about me. I was sitting at my desk in the proofing room, looking over some materials when I saw this extremely hot 'hard body' walk past the window, approaching the entrance of the shop. The window blind was positioned in such a way that I could only see the torso portion, and had not yet put a face to this heavenly body. As he passed, I did a 'double-take'. There was no way I...

Today, shortly that is, I will be bringing you a titillating tidbit of the Fireman story... that is, if you can take the heat!! lol Meanwhile, please jam with me on a great song by ZZ Top~~

This is something I thought was worth sharing, it is taken from an art newsletter that I receive from "Robert Genn", author of The Painter's Keys which is a great publication for artistic inspiration. I thought that today's newsletter had a lot of good things to say. It's about Climaxes--and yes, I know some of you might have different ideas about what you want that to be about today... and all Climaxes in life are good... I think this little excerpt will remind you of some things that keep life sweet... no matter who you are, artist, musician or just one who admires beauty and art from afar... On climaxing February 20, 2007 Dear Jacqueline, Symphonies, movies, plays, novels, songs--all tend to have a climax. Life and love have climaxes. Climax is one of the essential life experiences. Without climax, nothing seems to get anywhere. Climax represents the successful completion of the story, the denouement of the plot, the reason for all the effort, the snapshot at ...

I'm sure alot of you want to know more about my other exploits with either Bryan or the Fireman... We'll just have to follow the path of my inspiration, I have to strike as they come. Going to see bands play used to be alot of fun, Tamra and I would go all out, dress to the nines and the whole deal. Once, we even had our Moms make us red velvet dresses which we wore with a red feather boa and red devil horns... I'll post that pic and story sometime soon. We had many people want their photo taken with us that night, and got lots of attention. Nowadays, sadly, it is rare that I get to go and see anyone play. I need to make a point to change that, especially with worthy acts that come to town... which for some reason has decreased in numbers in the last months and years... Nobody good comes to town much anymore. Probably because they run into too much political conflict between trying to play the FedEx forum, or finding a place to play at all, or issues with Clear Channel. How...

Today, Tuesday, will be another "Adventures of Tamra and Jackie Day"... we'll be telling the story of when we attended the Type O Negative concert and she brushed elbows with fame while I dealt with yet another unwanted suitor... lol We'll touch on that story and another great tale from some of our finest 'rock show moments'. Stay tuned (that means 'hey, check back later today after i've had 'umpteen' cups of coffee). Lo Auntie J

I'll do a short one today, unless I think of something saucier later... hehe. Once I dated a fireman. This was the result (go ahead, I know you're gonna make fun-and if you're wondering, yes I did give him a copy of this poem): "And there you were, eyes upon me... as I rounded the corner of "Self" & "Pity" streets... You smiled, and lowered your magic sunglasses, and the world danced 'round in the opposite direction, and I couldn't stop it. Born of my strengths and my lust, you became my weakness, spinning me like a top, making me feel like the same toy of a child. What a fantastical, wild ride! I wouldn't--COULDN'T take it back and erase it; but rewind, maybe? Perhaps pause above you, as I stare into your mocking, subliminal eyes? Feeling you, as you become that 'Midnight Train' that I've so often heard about on the streets--or in a song. Somehow, I manage to make it permissable... for me--it's okay. Where does i...

I know, those of you who have seen me post one of these before will be like "Oh god not again!", but I just thought since it was Sunday morning we needed to get a little spirit going on in here... Surely you can join me in laughing at some of these t.v. evangelists-whoever did this choreographed it to the tee, and I think it's hilarious. So, can we have a little church up in here this morning? Take a look at this old 'gas bag', and i'll pass the collection plate around.

If you liked the clip of them playing "Boom Boom Boom" below, then feel free to check out their live performance of "Mustang Sally". The sound quality isn't the greatest, but you can still tell what's going on with these talented kids! Good footage of the little girl on drums, and once again please try to overlook the "dancers" to check out the kids... lol.

I'll be the first to tell you that if you want to see some talent and especially if you like "Blues", all you gotta do is come around Memphis, or the Delta Blues region of Mississippi (Clarksdale, MS home of the infamous "Crossroad" where Robert Johnson is rumored to have sold his soul to the Devil ). If you are ever in the neighborhood of Clarksdale, MS then you must go check out Ground Zero (said to be the Crossroad itself), which is conveniently right by Morgan Freeman's Madidi Restaurant . Appears that there are even apartments available for rent above the club--great for bands, or even just visitors who just want to get a taste of the blues. The south in general has great pride in the music that we make, and I feel like we churn out some of the most amazing talent (old and young). Well I ran across an example of just that, and I don't think it's just their ages that amaze me (14, 12 and 9!), but they really just grabbed my attention. They'r...

Everyone looks forward to Friday, right? I'm no exception really... and this weekend is a long one for me as I'll be off for the "Presidents' Day Holiday", so that's a 3 day weekend. Yeehah! Since it is Friday and all, I would like to do something special and worthwhile. However, I had a hard time thinking of what to put up for today. I thought it should be somewhat 'debaucherous', as maybe someone has to take over for RockDog , who's busy writing a somewhat tame tale right now about a nerd named Kirby and the girl who loves him (or will love him, maybe?). I still have to keep it a bit tame myself, but I'll try to make it interesting. It is, however, a true tale. I once dated a couple of Brothers. Now I know this can conjure up different ideas for everyone, but let me explain. These were physical brothers, sharing the same Mother. O.k., I guess they were half brothers as they had different fathers. Also, I didn't date them at the same time....

Ahhh... Love is in the air today eh? As for me, I've already explained that Valentine's Day is not my favorite holiday because it never was good for me, and I kind of gave up on the romance of it long ago, and the actions themselves are overrated and forced... Guys are usually under pressure thinking "If I don't get her something she's going to be pissed... I'll be in the doghouse." It doesn't mean much if you have to hint or to force someone's thoughts or actions... Mr. J is definitely no Peppy Le Pew, so If I am lucky I might get a note that reads somewhat like the following: That's fine with me though, we do things together and share fun, laughs and love enough every day that I don't need anything special to commemorate a marketing-scheme like Valentine's Day... If it isn't in his nature to do things like that, then I would never want to force the idea into his head because it wouldn't be genuine. My most sacred and sentiment...

Discovered this on YouTube.com and it was hilarious... Make special note of the horrible cheetah-tux and the lazer-powered guitar that break down the wall, even funnier than Ted Nugent in that 'Damn Yankees' video where he deflects bullets... lol Thought you could use a good laugh since the weekend appears quite far away... "Aldo Nova - Fantasy (1982)" :-O

Imagine a world where there are no video games, no electronic gadgetry to keep you inside the house. Oh sure there was T.V., but there was no MTV, no Comedy Central, no HBO, no "Tivo to go". We watched t.v., later when we came back inside the house from a full day of braving the elements and using our real, raw imaginations. Growing up, I lived on music, love and relied heavily on fantasy to create the world that was mine... I can't think of a better paradise really. Although, others in my family don't quite remember it as magical as I do, but that's o.k. too. During the summers, or any time we were able really my nieces, Kristie and Stacey (barely just my juniors by a couple of years as you may recall) spent our time at either their house, just 30 minutes north, or at my house out in the middle of 10 whole acres... an entire universe for a kid. Their house was in a subdivision just 30 minutes north of mine, just beneath Memphis, TN, so you can imagine this felt l...

Went home to visit Mom and Dad last night, which is something that always soothes my soul. This morning, I had about 4.5 cups of coffee (maybe 5) with her. Black Coffee , with no sugar, no creme no "anything" is the way my Mom has always had hers... I guess I get mine from her recipe and the fact that we always drank tea and coffee that way in my family. Enjoyed sitting with her and having a nice visit to our pot of hot java though... had spent the night there and just pretended to be a kid again. However, Mom asked Richie (Mr. J) if he wanted any breakfast, and she offered to make some biscuits. Now she makes no ordinary biscuits--they have always been a magic creation in our household. She takes great pride in the makings of these biscuits too... I've eaten them any wonderful way possible... Biscuits with brown gravy, biscuits with white gravy, biscuits with sausage, or jelly or honey or just biscuit and syrup... sometimes even just a delicious buttered-version of Mom...

Saturdays are great, I should be getting something done, but I do so enjoy 'vegging out' sometimes... as with eating ice cream, however, I always feel like crap afterwards. Since it is so close to Valentine's Day (maybe one of the most sadistic holidays ever commemorated), I thought I would give you guys all a cavity with a story I wrote a couple years ago. Dig in! It's calorie free. "The Sweetest Season", originally written by Jacqueline Wood around Valentine's Day 2005 Winter being 'not quite over', but summer being so far away, things didn't seem very hopeful (as usual). It's not as if this year was any different than any other year. The halls were abuzz with laughter, chatter and romance was in the air. All of the girls and guys awaited the weekly school newspaper even more than ever this week because they knew that they would surely find a romantic dedication from 'that special love.' It was a magical time for any teenager… ...

Started out with a bit of ice this morning, the roads were bad, I stayed home until I felt like the hazards had cleared... Nobody in their right mind wants to be out in these Memphis streets in the middle of any hazardous weather conditions. This situation turns already horrendous drivers into some sort of zoo animals playing bumper cars. The morning went off without any fatalities as far as I know. Now, I feel like I have let everyone down with not much to say the last couple days so I will throw in a story. Since my niece, Kristie had been begging, I'll do the Serial Killer one. Kristie is one of the smartest ones in our family. Of course, I say "ones" because we're all pretty smart cookies, but I admire her educational background as she has gone pretty much 'all the way'. Even now, she's on her way to getting a fantastic graduate degree. I'm very excited for her on that. She's had such a rough road in her teaching career, it will be nice to see...