Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Positively On My Knees

Tuesday... what can I say about Tuesday? I know Zig always puts up 'TMI Tuesday' posts, which are always interesting to say the least!! Zig and Mrs. Zig must have some saucy stories to tell.

Except for the little day-to-day stresses, my attitude is still forging on and on a positive path, so I'm glad about that. I feel like I am finally getting to a point where I am using the past to my advantage, and while I can never forget it or the people in my past, I am trying to take that and fuse it within myself now to optimize the present. Our pasts, no matter how much we might wish that they were not, are an integral part of us. It has made us who we are now. To reject that is to reject yourself, and that's not going to work. So taking it as a real part of me, can assist me in understanding things that I do, and help me move forward. I truly feel that I am beginning to open-up and embrace the idea of the future... let's hope I can keep it up.

Speaking of TMI as well as positive stuff, we were at the gym last night and we did our lifting (deadlifts, rows, incline bench press, and even 30 minutes of cardio stuck there on the end). It was great... until I was working that elliptical machine, and my panties got twisted, and started an argument with my crotch. It's the price you pay for wearing your white cotton bikinis with your work-out attire at the gym, when you have a fat... ummm, well let me stop there.

I performed a ninja action as soon as I was reasonably confident that nobody was gawking my way, and I quickly maneuvered the panties back into a sufficiently comfortable position, so that I could finish my cardio session... "Ahhhh" I thought as I pulled each side... You know someone is always looking though, even when you think you have covered all the bases.

Positive posts don't have to be totally devoid of a good rant. I have a bone I've been wanting to pick. I know all of you guys are leading equally busy lives, and we all have many blogs to catch up on daily, weekly, or whatever our schedule permits. I try to get around and comment to you guys too as much as possible.

I've been blogging for close to a year now, and I personally feel that this is long enough to pick up a pretty decent reader-base. Sure, I can believe that it takes time, but I think nearly a year is good enough to at least get a good block of commentors starting. Now, I'm not picking on anyone seriously, but Captain Corky gets more than his fair share of visitors and comments. Now, I love Corky to death. He's hilarious, he's entertaining, and doggonit, he has a gorgeous new son, Corky Jr! I'm not denying all of that. I realize that people with babies draw a lot of allure, and respect... I don't want to take that away from him at all. However, maybe I'm just as egotistical and jealous an attention hog (as Corky and some others) BUT-by god I must be heard!! :)

I'm on my knees! That's right, on my knees. I need comments, visits, subscriptions... whatever you guys can do to let me know your out there. If there's something you want to hear, let me know. I aim to please, and I'll tell you dirty stories, or share more (or less) poetry... Feed my EGO!!! Tell me your neeeeeeds.

It's either this, or I post up video of me dancing and I don't think you want that to happen... not that I don't have rhythm and soul, I've been told this several times... but my big booty might break the lens!! :D

Guys have a great day, and y'all come back y'hear???

Monday, July 30, 2007

Blue Moan On Monday

How about that Full Moon last night??
OOoooohhhhh God it's Monday again!! (Ok, that is my official moan). Looking back, I felt quite more enthusiastic last Monday, but don't worry. My spirits are not dampened! If you are reading this, then I trust you have made it through to another one unscathed as well... or at least I hope so.

I have a couple things for today, one is the song that I have been stuck on since yesterday. Now please don't make fun-I know that some people love Rod Stewart, and some may hate him.

I'm neither here nor there, but yesterday afternoon, I began playing the song "You Wear It Well" over and over until I could sing the lyrics to this song perfectly. I don't know why this tune struck my fancy, it just did. I was even thinking it would be cool to do a cover of it. Unfortunately, Rod doesn't wear it well.

Secondly, I am curious about something. In your work place restroom, do you have a "Favorite" stall? If so, will you use one of the other stalls if you happen to go in and find that "your stall" is occupied? Or do you even use the restroom in your workplace? I know some people have complete aversions to any type of public restroom even that of a small, or low-traffic one at work. This is just something I was curious about within the realm of human nature.

Finally, I would like to share another bit of my verse, I hope you enjoy it as well as the rest of your Monday.

Here goes.

©2007 Jacqueline Wood
Sun washes over me

cleansing me so

you drive me mad

like the cool, blue moon

I lie here in
velour summer grass

listening to the
night sing its song
Whispers of the
witching hour
bear your name
Still can smell

your blood on me
lunatic kisses
in crimson rain
Not of this world

but outside
this bubble
we stand so still
looking back in

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Ferocity of Nature

Sometimes the simplest things can be intricate and dramatic when you simply stop and observe. I went to visit Mom and Dad today and enjoyed some wonderful "Coffee Talk", and while I was there I witnessed a bit of real life nature in action.

Just as I was about to walk out onto the front porch, so afraid of wasps as I am, I stopped waiting for one to fly away when I observed it suddenly trapped in the web of a very small spider. I could've opened the door, and continued on at this point, but I was mesmerized by the ferocity of the wasps 'then fate'.

She immediately sprang into action, zipping down close to the wasp, but then quickly scurrying back to the top of her web, waiting for the wasp to get caught up enough and in a good position for her to pounce. Back and forth she went until the wasp, in an effort to untangle himself, got even more stuck. So then she zooms down and attempts to capture him. The wasp was significantly larger than this small, but obviously tough little spider, but she was relentless, trying to capture her prey... Finally, one swift and lucky move and the wasp freed himself and flew away.

I actually felt sorry for the little spider, she had worked so hard only to lose her more than sufficient, juicy meal... Who knew when another unsuspecting insect would happen across this little goddess's intricate and ingenious work of art?

However, I moved on out to the porch, to observe the flower pot that my mother had directed me to. She said that a little bird, possibly a "Wren" had built a nest inconveniently in her hanging flower pot. Sure enough, I look and inside this flower was a very well-built nest made of straw, feathers, and other things that these birds had gathered. Not your average nest, it was built in a round formation, as if to have a round "home" with a hole to enter and exit.

(forgive the photo quality, as I snapped these with my cellphone)
I moved closer, and could see two babies inside with little beaks opening and closing, awaiting their parents' return hoping for the next juicy, delicious worm to feast upon. Careful not to disturb them, and of course not touching them (you must never touch or the mother will desert her babies).

I stared in awe, moved by the simple, gentle yet sometimes violent ebb and flow of nature in all it's wonder.

Sunday was a good day.

Friday, July 27, 2007

A Craving For Friday

I feel 110% dead this morning.

But, I'm completely in Love!!! Seriously, I'm totally infatuated, and lustfully in love...

With this delicious piece of cake!!
It may have something to do with the fact that I overslept like a poisoned Cinderella and had to rush like mad to get going, so I had no time for breakfast. Skipping breakfast is a BIG diet "No-No!" You've heard it all before, you know I'm right and all the nutritional reasons, so I won't go into that. Just don't skip meals, your metabolism will get trashed and your body will store fat like a warmonger planning for the apocalypse. But it is Friday, and it started off badly, so I couldn't help it. Now I'm sitting here plotting what to go and binge on for food.

Calling all Chocoholics, are you out there? I am a self-professed chocoholic but I have really gotten much better than I used to be. I remember a time when I would go into my Mother's cabinet and open up a can of chocolate cake frosting that she had stored for her 'next cake', and I would secretly open it and get a spoonful. Then I would sneak a spoon or two more. Pretty much after that I would come to the realization that I couldn't let her know that I opened and ate the frosting, so I would just end up finishing the thing and go buy another one to replace it so she wouldn't know... Is that sick or what??

Speaking of sick, when I was 13 I remember we had some weird sort of chocolate "flavored" treats for the dog we had at the time (miniature poodle named "Buffy"). Now I know dog's can't eat chocolate itself, so who knows what these treats were really made of, but you guessed it, chocoholic Jackie ate some. Well, I didn't die, I didn't even get sick, and they were actually pretty good.

Funny (or rather nasty) some of the things we'll do when we have certain food addictions. I guess any addiction can be bad, maybe that one was not as bad as some, but it still seems gross now looking back. What is the craziest thing you've ever done for a craving or an addiction?

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Buckets of Rain

Ahh it's thirsty Thursday, and it's been raining through the lunch hours here in Memphis. You all know how much I love rain (not flooding you understand, but a good soothing rain). Thrills me the way the droplets form on the windshield and then roll down, and I see many artistic things in that... just as when I stare at the clouds rolling by. Been like that since I was a child.

So here is a photo I took of the windshield on my way back from lunch, cutting through a parking lot, long enough to photograph the rain through the glass, and after I took the photo I happened to notice I caught the McDonald's arches there in the storm... lol

This photo I took with Barnze (Am Tellin Me Mam) in mind... he knows how I love the foot snapshots that he always includes when he and Mrs. B are out somewhere, so Cheers Barnze! Here's one for ya.

I'm also going to let that foot snapshot be my entry for this week's "Half Nekkid Thursday" since my toes are Nekkid :D

I know these photos turned out a little "blue" which I thought was really cool since it is a rainy day. Plus I took them with my Celly so you know those things are unpredictable.

Nothing much else on my mind today, so I'll keep it short. Here is a video for a rainy day... Garbage - Only Happy When It Rains

The Storm Continues

I had to throw in an extra post for rain stuff.

This first one is totally dedicated to Four Dinners!, because I know he loves A Clockwork Orange, and who (like me) with a whacked out mind doesn't! So here you go 4-D, it's Singin In The Rain, From A Clockwork Orange. Enjoy!

Then, I came up with a few more great songs that would make a great "rainy day" soundtrack. As follows:

The Beatles - Rain
Garbage - Only Happy When It Rains
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have you ever seen the rain?
Led Zeppelin - The Rain Song
Counting Crows, Rain King
Ann Peebles - I Can't Stand The Rain
Peter Gabriel - Red Rain
Blind Melon - No Rain
Guns N Roses - November Rain
Milli Vanilli - Blame It On The Rain
Phil Collins - I Wish It Would Rain Down
Eurythmics - Here Comes The Rain Again
SWV - Rain
Missy Elliot - The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan - Buckets of Rain
Prince - Purple Rain

Some of them cheesy, but yes, they would still be good for rain... Can you guys think of any more?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Two Coreys, One Jolie

"The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond
our sight, but they are always looking down upon us." -
Jean Paul Richter

The post you are about to read is about my late niece, Jolie Samantha. Although she passed away at the most unfair age, 20, this is not a sad post. So I beg of my sister Vickie (her mom) if she reads this, please don't be sad at all. I know that she is with us, when we are happy or sad... but especially when we are happy because Jolie loved to laugh, and found good and humor in everything and everyone she met... she was the most pure-hearted and kindest one of us all... When I laugh remembering some of the silly things we all used to do, or the silliest movies that we watched and loved, I know she is near, belly-laughing with me.

It is because of a new show that I saw advertised that gave me the urge to post this about her. The show is to be called "The Two Coreys". Yeah you know them. They infiltrated the movies "together". Flash back to the 1980s, terrible parachute pants, M.C. Hammer and Vanilla Ice dancing everywhere, and Pepsi for a 'New Generation'... The movies were never cheesier... and up to their earlobes in work were two equally passing fads, Corey Haim and Corey Feldman. I know that if she were here now, she would be reveling in this mad day and age of the "Reality TV" and shows just like this. She would probably have tried to be on that one with Brett Michaels. She LOVVVED Brett Michaels... probably the Scott Baio one too. :)

Dear God, Please deliver us from Corey... and Corey.

Jolie loved movies, all that 80s crap, the Coreys, "Saved By the Bell", Dirty Dancing especially and back in the day she and my other niece, Ginger, were hooked on "New Kids on the Block"... you know, every day stuff for kids who were about their age.

If I was going anywhere, to the mall, to a job fair, whatever... Jolie was the first one to hop into my car with me and go. She laughed at me for taking an alternate route and getting lost, because I was never lost for long I always navigated my way around so it was more like 'taking the long way home'. She called them "Jackie's Adventures" and was just glad to be along for the ride.

We tormented one another with silly songs, especially when I would take her to Pizza Hut, which was one of her favorite places to go and eat when we went somewhere. She and I would take turns playing these silly songs on the Jukebox and then laughing as the other would cringe. It was a competition of sorts... who could play the worst tune... I don't know who won. I would say we both did. She laughed hardest whenever I would sing the theme from "The Love Boat".

Jolie always found the good in everyone... where we might feel like someone wasn't worth befriending, she was nice to them, treated everyone equally. Sometimes we would worry about her because she tended to take up with so many friends, and was so boy crazy. But she was fine. I tried to keep my eye out after her when I could. In fact, it was because of one of her 'boyfriends' being in a metal band that eventually led me to meet Richie (Mr. J).

She never got to meet Richie, but I know she would've liked him most of all and been very happy that I finally met someone worth something that really cared for me rather than being abusive and worthless.

We lost her in 1998 at the tender age of 20 years old. She had a rare heart disorder called Long QT Syndrome. We know what it is now, and maybe it's not even as rare as it was, but I still don't understand it totally.

There'll never be another like Jolie Samantha. There will always a missing void there for my beloved niece. Sometimes I still feel like I am supposed to be picking her up and taking her with me someplace, but then I remember that she's not there... Like I said though this is not meant to be a sad post. We are sad because we lost someone so pure of heart so very young, and so unfair, so it is easy to let it get us down, but I cannot think of Jolie without smiling because of the wonderful 20 years we were lucky enough to have... and because I know she really is there. She's everywhere we go, and she'll never be forgotten.

(Above: Jolie with Daddy, her "Paw Paw", March 1998)

Click to visit the Long QT Syndrome Memoriam page*

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Stay Cool

I'm working on a very meaningful post, which I will be putting up soon (for anyone who might be interested, that is). It's just taking me a bit of time because I've been busy with a lot of things.

Click above to visit www.coolopticalillusions.com

If you have been neglecting your Aunt Jackie, and haven't been by in a few days (and you know who you are), then you have some catching up to do anyway so 'get reading!!'. If you have been faithful to me, and you come by consistently and check in lovingly, then you get kudos points... know that I appreciate you (even more so when you think enough to leave a lovely comment!)

So I am working on this meaningful post, which will be funny in some ways and sad in other ways. I'll be talking about one of my wonderful nieces, Jolie, who my family lost a few years back, and the terrific way that she affected all of our lives--as well, it is going to include some of the cheesy 80s-90s pop culture that she loved so dearly, and maybe some amusing stories of our adventures together. It is my hope that the post will be enjoyable, and not really be viewed as "Sad"--this especially goes for my sister, Vickie who might be sad reading it, but I hope not because I know Jolie would want us to read, remember and laugh about the great times when we think of her.
Therefore, Stay Cool, and come back as soon as possible and I should have the Chronicle of Jolie ready for your reading pleasure.

Monday, July 23, 2007

For Reasons I've Forgotten

"It is not how old you are, but how you are old." - Jules Renard
Has the bad moon phased away? Has the smoke cleared? I awoke this morning, albeit with a crick in my neck, but with a strangely amazing great attitude and feeling.

5:00 a.m. and we headed to the gym, did some cardio (neck still barely turning). I took some Advil, hoping it would loosen the tightened muscles or whatever was causing the pain to my neck and shoulder. Still, I felt so good which is totally unlike me facing a Monday morning. (I mean seriously, "Monday" AND "morning" too?)

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we ate healthy most of the weekend instead of totally blowing our health regime. Then again, maybe it was the fact that I went to bed early enough not to wake up feeling like a zombie on heroin. I don't know, I just know that I am starting it out well today. I know this is good news to a lot of you, who have begging of me 'more positive' outlooks and words... I hope I continue to feel the same, and better.

In honor of this, I'll review a few happy thoughts I've had, and thought of yesterday and today.

-Glad to have my house clean, everything feels nicer when the house is clean.

-I'm quite lucky to have a husband who cooked breakfast while I went to soak in Epson Salts to remedy my stiff neck & shoulders, what a sweet guy. (Plus he makes better scrambled eggs than I do).

-Looked forward to driving in to work this morning, I really enjoy what I do, even though I feel that I have quite a lot on my plate sometimes, which is the cause of some of my stress I guess--thinking I'm never going to get done or accomplish the things I'd like to...

-Still have both my parents, who are still married [just celebrated their 45th anniversary]. And I get to go and visit them any time I want... Even though I can't go every single day or weekend because of being so busy. But I at least make it down every couple weeks.

-Good Friends, Good Family, and people who are nice and care about me in my life.

-A great DVD collection of funny movies to watch when I get bored or lonely for an old friend.

-Musical Talent and a knack for creativity (yes, I'm tooting my own horn on that one).

-Today's comfortable pants and shoes (lol).

-A hot cup of strong black coffee just steps away from me and my $1.00 mug.

-A comfortable work chair.

-A vast array of cheap sunglasses.

-Headphones with great music in my collection to listen to when the things around me get too noisy to take.

Gee, there are many things I could name-and keep on going. So you see, I'm still in a bit of shock at the positive way I am looking at this Monday. I'm hoping that I'm not like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense, walking around dead and just don't know it... nah, too many people have spoken to me so far... unless they are too! lol j/k

Now, for a few positive things that I would like to work on in the interest of continuous improvement of my general outlook and wellbeing.

-Making friends with my age, and aging... I want to be one of those people who says "I love being [insert digit].

-Go out and do adventurous things again, and enjoy life without worrying "what if" [insert disaster or neurosis].

-Take my own advice in living one day at a time, and not try to compare myself to some 'perfect prototype' of human being or plan of how life should be lived. I'm an individual, and I'm here to blaze my own damn trail...

-Get back (seriously) to my painting and art, it's a big part of what is missing within me right now.

-Vow never to go without my lipstick again (I think this is where the world went wrong to begin with--hehe)

-Strive to always make fun of even the worst situation, because eventually it's going to be funny anyway, so I might as well laugh now.

-Travel More, and have more fun... and do a better job of taking my own advice on my "no regrets" policy.

Hopefully, this hasn't bored you guys, and I also hope it made you feel even that much better too... So with an honest heart I wish you a Happy Monday!!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Happily Ever After

Don't ya just love weddings?? Although my mother has always scorned me for never having an "official" goo-goo gah-gah wedding, I remain glad in a way that I never put myself through all of that. Weddings are the kind of places that you get stupid memories like this (above). A groom being so nervous that he can't blow out the unity candle, or someone getting blitzed at the reception and doing something crazy. So maybe I should have had a real wedding... who knows.

Richie and I just got up one day, threw on jeans and sweaters and headed down to the Courts, got the only JP that wasn't out for the holiday (being December 28) and got hitched! Then he was so freaked out and frozen over the whole deal and the fact that we'd actually gone through with it, even though he was the one who brought the whole thing up in the beginning, that we never really went on an Official "Honeymoon". That kind of sucks. I never get to travel to many places, and I always wished we had gone somewhere cool.

But, we saved the money and ended up being able to buy a house around six months or so later... That's cool too I guess. Then again, I am so freakin ready to move out of my neighborhood. Maybe I'm just going crazy and wanting changes all the way around.

The point is I guess, writing things here, and all of your responses about being positive and looking towards the future do not go without merit! I have been thinking about these things a lot. It's true. We really can't live in the past, even if we have wonderful memories of the past.

In fact, having those magical, delicious memories is just positive proof that we have truly lived life up until this point. But if we stay stuck in those great memories, we stifle out the flame, and die in the "now". As I have said before, you don't really know what the future holds, whether you have a tomorrow or even a "later on today"... It's all about living in the moment... here, now!

It's what we do with each and every moment we are blessed with that determines if we can look back and laugh at something that happened yesterday, if we are indeed lucky enough to have tomorrow.

Thanks, guys, every one of you for always trying to spread an encouraging and uplifting word. That includes my best friend, Tamra, my Parents, sisters & nieces (when they act right), other great friends in my life like "Jinks" and all of you terrific bloggers too! I'm not promising I won't bitch and whine here and there, but just know your kind words do not fall on blind eyes or deaf ears (that is if I don't let Rock and Roll kill me-lol).

Have a great Saturday, and hey live Happily Ever After WITH me!

Friday, July 20, 2007

Dark Poetry Corner

Ok, it's poetry time again! Would love your input on my latest...

Grave Charade

This is the Deathly time of life
searching for the light
digging beneath the grave
to see the other side of night

This is the time before we're born
as we live inside the shadows
still tattered and torn, waiting

Looking forward to a new day
outside this warm retreat
when silence spills over into
the noise of morbid parades

Charading around
they all dance
in frocks of false hopes
trying to fool us
once again
into feelings of peace
and serenity

Knowing that one day
they'll be free
just like we are now

With disdainful sighs
we measure time
to the Death Watch Beetle's song
swaying towards the exit when
these seconds may become
a thousand years.

© 2007 Jacqueline Wood

Cheesy Friday Chill

It's Friday, so I'm trying hard for a relaxing day that doesn't over-stress. I do have plenty to do, and as always it looks like the weekend before me is going to be another noisy and fast one. If I can just accomplish a couple of things, it makes me feel better.

We're in the middle of getting a brand new Air Conditioner/Furnace unit. Yesterday we had to go through the process of picking it out, and it is being put in, it's not quite done yet. This unit that we have had was probably put in when the house was built... that would make it around 30+ years old I guess. So it's about time... still, home improvement is not my bag baby! haha.

We've been doing our workouts, lifting, cardio etc... but my back has been bugging me. It's stiff, it tends to threaten to 'go out' on me (this is in the lower back), so I'm wondering if I'm going to have to bite the bullet and go on back to my chiropractor and just stay straightened out. They really nab you in don't they? But I love going to the Chiropractor because it's so therapeutic. They hook you up to those little electrodes and heat, then he 'cracks' your back and stuff... I am addicted to having my back popped.

Well, not much to really say today--it's Friday, so go and have fun wherever you go and be safe... Meanwhile, take a look at this quiz that let me know which classic movie I was. Thought it was interesting, and good for a goof. :) Cheers Y'all!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

No-Yawn Lawn Care!

This post is dedicated to "the guys"... or anyone who loves women I guess.

All of you probably wonder what Memphis offers that other cities might not really. "Smack Dab" in the middle of the Bible Belt, the city still boasts fully nude strip clubs, and plenty of debauchery! Aside from this, why do you think people live in Memphis TN? Is it the delicious Barbecue? Is it the scenery? Music History? The Drivers? Maybe it is the business opportunities. Memphis has a decent job market and seems to draw professionals from all over.

That being said, what does "Bikini Cut" mean to you? It probably makes you think of women grooming their nether regions in such a manner as to be presentable in a bikini, does it not? Well that's one way of looking at it. However, a Memphis business owner saw it as a way to increase his success. How did he use "bikini cut" do accomplish this, you might ask??

Well, it is a lawn service called Tiger Time Lawn Care. Tiger Time Lawn Care uses women in bikini's to get the job done. That's right guys, I said "Women in Bikinis". Read this article if you don't believe me or visit the site link above. So imagine that, Men... You could sit outside drinking a nice, cold one and watch your lawn be mowed by these bikini-clad babes... The world is just falling all over itself to please you isn't it?? lol

So, how dare you say or think that Memphis is not advanced enough to think of marketable ideas, or think that we in the South don't have a mind for business and even technology? Our business opportunities and great marketing ideas are what truly bring people to this city... Then again, maybe it's just the barbecue.

For Those About To Rock

(We salute you!) Apparently, by authority of Her Indoors, I Rock! This is a great honor, and I express my sincere gratitude to you, as well as all of you who made this moment possible! It truly is rare that I win awards, or win much of anything for that matter, but occasionally, the stars align and I do.

So, along with the honor of the "Rocking Blogger" award, I also get to award this to 5 more bloggers of my choosing... (which would include Her Indoors, if she hadn't already received this award). However, I couldn't narrow it down to 5 I had to cheat and do 6, and it's my award to give away, so I can do that! :) Congratulations (in no particular order) goes to:

Jinks at Jinks Writes and Rewrites. Why? Because she has such an original outlook on life as well as sense of humor. Her blog reflects that. She is always very supportive of me and uplifting, and an all around great friend. So, Jinks, You Rock!

Next, our Friendly Neighborhood Rockdog. Why? Of course for one because you can't give out "Rocking Blogger" awards and neglect a guy named Rockdog, but also because he has a really great outlook on life, is hilarious and has lived in the Rock-n-roll lifestyle. He is always has a cool word to say, and is very honest about Men and life. So, Rockdog, You Rock!

Zigzagman (and Mrs. Zig too). Why? Because he is constantly promoting me, and he and Mrs. Zig have really pumped me up about my band's music. Also, he's out there living the life and showing by example that married isn't 'buried' and life is totally what you make it, and that is F.U.N. So, Zig and Mrs. Zig, You Rock!

Blondie and her 'Mostly Inappropriate Tales'. Why? Because she reminds me a lot of myself sometimes, living her wild life having fun and doing what she wants to do. She does without concern to what others think. Her blog reflects that. She always knows what to say to drag me out of one of my blue funk's, reminding me that life is about joy. So, Blondie, You Rock!

Awaiting. Why? Well for one, she is a strong and independent woman who has been through so much lately, but still keeps on kicking ass. She is a positive uplifting lady who reminds us all that no matter what life throws us, we as women still have to continue on and show the world we can take care of ourselves and our families, and you can't keep us down. So, Awaiting, You Rock!

Four Dinners at DILLIGAF.com. Why? Why not? I could not leave 4D out because he is always kicking major ass, telling the world how he feels and being honest. He keeps Punk alive, and reminds me that we never have to grow up and we can always be ourselves. He's always been there with an encouraging word too. So, Four Dinners, You Rock!

**Just a note, I truly give all of my bloggers in my links bar an honorary "You Rock" but I don't have the space here to list them all... and hey, I've already violated the rule!! But that's me. ;)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Missing Tuesday

I miss my sisters.

I miss the good ole days.

I miss my best friend, Tamra.

I miss Lenny Kravitz's dreads.

I miss riding around all night with nothing to do and nowhere to go, but ending up there, doing it anyway.

I miss being 20.

I miss my parents.

I miss good music--a lot of today's music truly sucks!

I miss the snow in winter.

I miss magic in my soul.

I miss every love I've ever known,
though I don't miss the jerks (they know who they are).

I miss trips to the moon, and stargazing late at night.

I miss kissing in the rain.

I even miss myself sometimes...

Monday, July 16, 2007

The Monday Report

Weekend zipped by fast, probably due to our gig at Kudzu's Bar & Deli, which went pretty well. Once again, my band, "S.A.P" would like to thank Kudzu's very much for having us there, they are always very cool.

The weekend, oh let's see... Friday night, after work, Richie and I headed out to a little Mexican place which was nice. Relaxed a little, he had a few brews, we came home and just goofed off at the house the remainder of the night, and I had thoughts on preparations for the next day because we were supposed to be taking band photos before the gig, and I had tons to get done (I thought so anyway). So a friend of Richie's came by for a while. That pretty was pretty much it for Friday night.

Saturday, I wake up around 11:30, or close to Noon, take the normal amount of time to completely "wake up", which consists of checking e-mail, having a bit of breakfast, zoning out for a bit. Then I threw myself together to venture out shopping for clothes to wear for the photos and the gig. I already had some new shoes, I just needed an outfit.

I guess it took me about an hour and a half to two hours to accomplish this task. You may or may not know, shopping is always a dreaded task for me. I'm not your normal "love to shop" woman. I actually detest shopping. However, sometimes it has to be done. So I found an outfit, and took it to the register and hoped that I would quickly check-out. Think again, in fact checking out at this particular register was like joining a cult or something.

The line was not very long, but I found myself standing there waiting for the incessantly 'giddy' and overly-forced-charming sales clerk to weed through each customer.

Finally, it is my turn to check out. I put my items on the counter.

Clerk: "Good afternoon! How are you?"

Me: "Just fine, thank you."

Clerk: "Do you have one of our 'reward cards'?

Me: "No, I don't. I am rarely-"

Clerk (interrupting): "Well, it's just $30 dollars a year and it will save you $10 dollars today."

Me: "Well, I'm not really in here very often, so I don't--"

Girl in line next to me, who's obviously addicted to this store (interrupting): "Well you should, this place is addictive! I have my card. I can't stay out of here."

Me: slightly faking a giggle, "Well, I don't think so today. Maybe next time."

Clerk: "Well alright then."

She rings up the two items, and then says, "Well how about our magazine? It has great coupons in here for several different stores. It's a free magazine today, and it will get you 20% off. Then there is still a coupon left in there for next time you come in, it will save you 10%."

Me: "Fine, Fine."

Clerk: "It's a great read."

Me, tapping foot anxiously. "Great." I prematurely strike my card through the machine trying to pay and get out of this cult-compound of a store...

Clerk (looking like a Stepford wife): "Oops! Well that was just a little too early. It doesn't work like that--It won't be but just another moment, then you can swipe your card."

Me: "Oh, ok--most of the machines usually let you swipe them at any time."

Clerk: "Oh well this one won't work until the purchase has been rang up totally."

Me: "Alrighty then." (tapping foot, sighing inaudibly)

{People behind me complaining that 'today is not a good day for them to be training a new girl in here because there is a line and it is Saturday... I roll my eyes, and continue to wait for Miss Sunshine to finish my transaction.}

Clerk: "Ok, almost done... (to self: let's see, item #2, then 20% off, and there.) Ok, that will be $___.___. (long pause) Ok, you can swipe your card now."

Me: "Oh great!" I reply anxiously. So I swipe the card, the clerk slowly finds a bag, and begins the grueling task of putting everything on the hanger into the 'slip over' bag. Then she drops the little loose cards out of the magazine, and has to pick them up.

Clerk: "Oh no, I seem to have dropped the little things out of your magazine."

Me: "That's ok." (reaching for my stuff, clerk still moving like molasses)

Clerk: "Ok, well I do hope you have a wonderful evening."

Me: "Yes, well uhhh... thanks, you too."

She hands me the magazine, and the cards once again go flying out of it, so I have to pick them up myself. Before slipping through the rest of the customers, who I feel sorry for because they are just about to encounter Miss Sunshine.

I hop in my car and screech away, headed towards Walgreen's Drugstore to buy hosiery and foundation make-up.

Finally, I get home and begin to get ready. My bathroom is steamy from the hot bath, and I can't seem to stop sweating. So in order for my make up not to sweat completely off before I get it on, and for my panty hose to go on smoothly, I bring a small fan into my bathroom and turn it on facing me. So I begin to blow-dry my hair, and along with the cool fan air I begin to relax and decide that it looks like I'm going to have a 'good hair day'. My base make-up is drying, and I apply powder and prepare to do the rest. I decide it is time to put on the hose. So far so good, the hose are going on straight until I get to my upper thigh. I accidentally poke a hole in the upper thigh of the hose, and of course it immediately formed a run. So in a panic, I decide to grab the nearest bottle of nail polish, and 'touch up' the pantyhose. It's high enough upon my thigh that nobody would ever see how dark the polish is. I go back to get just 'one more drop' so I can make sure I applied enough to the hose, and somehow, mysteriously the bottle shatters in my hand and the gothically dark concoction sprays across my pinkly decorated bathroom, over my claw foot bathtub, on the sink and cabinet, and the bottle itself dropped into the sink, so it got the worst of it. As well, there was dark nail polish all over my ankle now, so I had to throw away my brand new pantyhose.

Since I had no time to waste, I had to grab nail polish remover and get all that I could off my skin, since we were going to be taking band photos before the show. 'This is fan-f**%ingtastic' I thought (looking at the time, I was cutting this whole preparation very close, as I needed to leave in about 30 minutes and hadn't even finished my hair or make-up).

I begin to cry, and nearly had a panic attack as Richie is asking me what happened. I didn't want to tell him what happened because I knew he would make fun and laugh at me for the rest of the evening because of my fatefully bad luck. He always does. He says I have the worst luck in the world, all the while cackling maniacally at me. (He's such a sweetheart).

Finally, I regain my composure, and dry my now-reddened eyes. Then I touch up my make-up, and finish the eyes, lips, etc. My hair is now threatening to form a cowlick, and it is nowhere near as good as I thought it was going to be.

I clean up the rest of what I can, try to get the polish off my hands so that I won't have it all over me in the band photos, and get ready to leave.

We show up to meet the gang at Kudzu's around 20 minutes late, Meg is already stressing and doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I dare anyone to challenge me about being late or having any trouble, or I would've pulled out a couple cans of whoop-ass my damn self. We take photos at some different locations around the street, old buildings, etc. It's hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hell, and Mosquito's (Tennessee's State Bird) are attacking us like a bomb squad. I get bites all over my ankles, my shoes are starting to hurt my feet and we've only started our evening.

We finish the photo shoot, head back to the practice space, gather our equipment and drive back up to Kudzu's to grab some grub, something to drink and get ready to set-up.

We ended up going on around 9:30 p.m. The first song we sang, "Killing Door", blew out a circuit at Kudzu's right as I was going into the chorus. So the lights went out. Guy fixes that issue, we start playing again. All goes well until a little past the middle of the set, and I hit a high note and nearly blew a vocal chord... It's once again hotter than Satan's left testicle, and I am sweating bullets. Our bass player's wife brought me water. I made it through the rest of the set but I was totally glad when it was all over! Seemed like I got on a bad luck streak that just wouldn't quit.

Sunday I was pretty much zombified. Richie and I went for lunch, went by Circuit City, came home and pretty much vegetated the rest of the day away.

So how was your weekend?

Saturday, July 14, 2007

My Meez, Oh My!

Am I not the Vixen?? :)

Got the gig tonight at Kudzu's... Should be fun. I'm off to shop for an outfit and "vixen" up my hair and make-up... Hope you all have a great Saturday!

Friday, July 13, 2007

Friday The Thirteenth

Happy Friday, and good luck. That's all I have to say today. Everyone have a great Friday... I have tried. The only good thing that I had happen today was I found a dollar. Guess it's better than losing one. x

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Thursday for Laughter

Well let me quench you. Originally, Richie showed this video to me. I find it quite funny and I hope you will too... I'm going to have a busy day but I just wanted to share a laugh with my blog buds.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Broke Down and Burned Out

I've been thinking a lot about those feelings I've had lately of needing to get away from it all, and feeling like a recluse half the time; wishing I had some secret spot to go where I could just be chilled out with my thoughts... Lately, just about everything has been getting on my nerves or draining me of all my physical and emotional energy. I'm seriously starting to wonder, am I officially "Burned Out"?

So, I googled "Burned Out" and found numerous pages describing the symptoms of it, and comparisons between Stress and just being Burned Out... I couldn't tell for sure, so I took the blogthings quiz... It tells me:

You Are 93% Burned Out

You are extremely burned out.
You work too hard, and you're not getting the results you deserve.
It's time for a life change, as soon as you can manage it.
You're giving away most of your energy to something you don't even enjoy.
Are You Burned Out?

Anyway, what can you truly do when you are trapped under financial burdens and responsibilities that keep you caught up in the 'wheel', and it just won't quit moving long enough for you to hop off and catch your breath?? Is there any hope?

Do any of you ever just wish you could just file bankruptcy, clear the slate and just start clean? I don't think I could let myself do anything like that... It's just too scary, I don't want to lose what I do have although I see people around me who have like... Nothing, and they seem to be happier and tons more stress-free.

I would love to have time to spend with my family, relax, paint, work on my music... just "whatever" and not feel the terrible urgency that I have to get back because I have to do 'this' or 'that'. Hey and I know that it's "Life" but it just didn't always feel this way... there was a time when things were somewhat trouble-free, and there seemed to be at least something to look forward to.

Should I try Yoga?

Should I try Holy Water?


Should I Run away?? What???

Excuse me while I go and scream (that is if I can find a quiet place to go scream).

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Bugging Out

Wow... harsh realization here. Consequently, I feel a great urge to get a pedicure and buy some Gold Bond Foot Spray...lol.

"Seacrest, OUT!"

Since it appears that my shoes are so effective for killing the formerly 'unstoppable' cockroach, I will be making these (my used shoes) available for purchase. The price might be a bit steep though, since it takes me at least two days and a bit of foot work to get them to this toxic state!

So, I had another tough night going to sleep for some reason, I put in the movie "Boogie Nights", which I haven't watched in a long time but was reminded of it when I posted the segment where Dirk Diggler is trying to be a singer, recording "You've Got The Touch". Funny stuff. So I'm thinking I will fall asleep pretty quick while a movie is playing, and I put it on "repeat" just for good measure. Nope. I get interested in the flick, and watch nearly the entire movie before getting even slightly groggy.

Then first thing this morning, Richie is awake bright and early, and in some sort of demonic "good mood"... and he decides that I have to be awake just because he is. So I lay there 'groggily' (might be a made-up word), feeling like I would truly enjoy sleeping until noon (or at least as long as I can), and decide finally to get up and make myself a bowl of cereal... you know, the 'un-fun' adult kind with no toy prize to be found. Hey, I'm all about trying to be healthy and incorporating more fiber into our diets as adults, but they could still put a toy in the box. What gives? It's just not fair. I make my cereal, grab a suspiciously over-sized banana and stop momentarily to stare at it. I swear I wasn't thinking anything bad, I was just in awe of the size of this apparent "super fruit". Richie sees me stop and glance at it and starts to laugh at me.

"What are you giggling at?" I ask, with a 'dare me' glare.

{snickering} He replies, "You... hehe. You and your big banana."

I roll my eyes, mumble something under my breath and eat my high-fiber, cancer fighting breakfast.

So then I force myself to proceed, take my bath and prepare to leave work. I can't find my purse, so I go back into the back of the house and make sure I didn't leave it there. It's nowhere to be found. I think that I might have left it in the floorboard of my car since I took it with me to the gym last night, and may have left it there so I just grab my keys and go to the car. On my way to the car, I notice that my purse, cellphone and sunglasses are sitting outside on the barbecue grill where I happened to put them last night as I was bringing in the dog. "Oh that's really good!" I think to myself, as I go and inspect the purse to make sure that everything important is still intact. Amazingly, it is.

Sometimes I think I just need a good kick in the head... I would do it myself if I didn't have such lethal feet.

I'm might be a bit cynical and mad at the world, but hey-I don't have a death wish! :)

Monday, July 09, 2007

Sunday Hacked Up A Hairball

That's right. Sunday hacked up a hairball and named it Monday... I said it. It happens every week. If there's one thing I hate it's hairballs, there's never anything good in a hairball.

I'm so sick and tired of not having anything interesting to report from my weekends. I could once again repeat the numerous things I didn't accomplish, but that is just me torturing myself. I shouldn't put that on you guys. Life has gotten so monotonous and uneventful for me. I long for the magic and excitement that came with 'always getting into something' and 'never sitting still for long'. What the hell happened to me?

Anyways, I'm going to try to do something about this, and I will keep you abreast of my progress and status on becoming the old Jackie I used to be. The one you guys see a glimpse of every once in a while. The person I was before I ever showed my face online, because I didn't have time to think of technology. I only had time to live life... Oh I'm not going to stop blogging though, I enjoy writing too much. It has made me realize, though, that instead of getting out there and living life to the fullest like I used to, that I sit back and watch it all on screens... There's room for it all... Just may have to give up sleep (again). We'll see.

-Sick and tired of rude, apathetic people
-Sick and tired of being bored
-Sick and tired of feeling unmotivated
-Sick and tired of the machine
-Sick and tired of fake-people
-Sick and tired of forcing smiles
-Sick and tired of bad customer service
-Sick and tired of the Daily Grind
-Sick and tired of the state of the world
-Sick and tired of being sick and tired

Time to make some serious changes to the inside of me... overhaul.

Do you hear me??

Oh, and I still am planning on this blog radio show (not that anyone will end up listening to ME), but I will try anyways. I always did like the sound of my own voice. ;)

Later if we're all lucky...

And Furthermore...

They might be using this for Autistic children, but maybe These Robots could help other people with their Social Skills. Read: Using a Robot to Teach Human Social Skills

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Paint Jam

My drummer, Rob sent me this. It was totally amazing. At first, I had no idea what the guy was painting. I thought it looked like a dragon, or something. Then when I got to the end, I fell out of my seat. This is the sort of thing that makes me feel totally inadequate and talentless... I hope you enjoy it like I did. Seriously, you gotta watch it!

Click here: YouTube - Paintjam Dan Dunn

Friday, July 06, 2007

Let Me Whisper In Your Ear

I know for some, it has been a trying week since the holiday on Wednesday kind of threw many of us off track, but it's all cool because it is officially Friday!

Many of you guys did some fun stuff for your Fourth of July holiday, mine was rather uneventful with the exception of going out for dinner, playing a little World of Warcraft, and then spending my late evening monitoring the neighbors across the street (this is the south, remember? My neighborhood has a lot of 'down home, country folks'). They had at least 50 people in their front yard, and were setting off a high-number of fireworks in the center of the street. So every time a loud one would go off, I had to peek out the window or door and ensure that there were no flames coming from my rooftop, and that none of their pyrotechnics had shot into my carport. It made me feel kind of bad... like I was the snotty, testy neighbor... the one who always bitches when something eventful happens on the block, or the one who calls the police on people (which I did NOT, just for the record).

Because sometimes, it is me and/or members of my family who are the ones causing the stir, which feels more natural-so it just kind of made me feel like an old fart that I was concerned with this activity. The real reason I was is basically because we had to get up and go to work early the next morning--so the holiday was a bit of a damper, and we couldn't operate in true Holiday Style... I know you all understand what I'm saying.

So... Last week, after my visits with Meggy Moon's Crazy Talk, and Rockdog Unleashed blog radio shows, I began to toy with the idea of doing my very own blog radio program. Thus far, Jinks, Rockdog, ZigZagMan and Captain Corky have backed up the idea, saying they think I should do it. I'm giving it serious thought.

When I was growing up, as I have told you before, I spent a lot of time alone because I didn't have a lot of other kids being out in the country and because all my sisters were older and had left home by the time I was four years old. Therefore, you can imagine I had to find a lot of imaginative ways to keep myself occupied... this might have been the reason I was more into "Creative" endeavors such as art and music. So sometimes, I would pull out Mom's tape recorder, and sit with my tapes and radios and music, just making up stupid stuff, doing "mock" shows and goofing around... I got kind of good at it. Who knows, maybe I could bring it.

What do you think, my trusty blog friends? If I (Aunt Jackie) do my very own show on Blog Talk Radio, what would a good premise be? What type of material would you like to hear on the show, guests, music, etc...? Keep in mind, I am a southern girl, so southern humor is always good subject matter, I love comedy so I would probably like it to be funny... Give me your input... maybe you could spark some good ideas and help convince me to do it, and also possibly shape what might become "Weekend Wood" with Aunt Jackie (or something like that. Feel free to suggest cool titles too).

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Come On Laugh, It's Thursday

How I'm Feeling today, Seriously!!!

I thought I'd take a break but share an e-mail that a cousin of Vickie's (Nana) and mine sent out, thought it was kind of cute.

She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.
Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week..
Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.
And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.

"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet , I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.
"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.
"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."

I know I'm not going to understand women.
I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.

While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication,
Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes.." He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"
Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?

A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up & down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife.
She directs him down the correct aisle. A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife? He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper. So, I figure if I have to roll my own .......... so does she. (I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton!)

A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.
An earlier discussion had led to an argument and
neither of them wanted to concede their position.
As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,
the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."

A husband read an = article to his wife about how many words women use a day...
30,000 to a man's 15,000.
The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men..
The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"

A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be
so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.
"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.
God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;
God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you !

A man and his wife were having an argument about who
should brew the coffee each morning.
The wife said, "You should do it because you get up first,
and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.
The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and
you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."
Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."
So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says ......... "HEBREWS"

The Silent Treatment
A man and his wife were having some problems at home
and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:0 0 AM for an early morning business flight.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,
"Please wake me at 5:00 AM ." He left it where he knew she would find it.
The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him,
when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.
The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM . Wake up."
Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.

God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece! :)


Wednesday, July 04, 2007

We Didn't Start The Fire

Today is Independence Day (July 4th Holiday) here in the United States. Everyone enjoy your celebrations, and please stay safe! Above all--please do not copy this guy, as you can see he got his in the end!

So I'm going to go relax myself, but I'll see you guys soon! Cheers to everyone... All my British friends, thanks for the happy wishes--and remember I love you guys! If we hadn't beaten ya, we'd be having a drink together right now! :) j/k

Oh by the way, someone in West Virginia finally found the pot at the end of the rainbow! Congratulations to them! Who'd have thunk it? LOL.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Seven / Three

Hi everybody! I'm just sitting here thinking about how it really sucks that this week's holiday (Independence Day-July 4th) is happening on a Wednesday. It couldn't be a worse day--right in the middle of the week. Unless you happen to be one of those people who have vacation time that they can take to bridge the holiday and the preferred weekend. Example: If I had 2 vacation days available, I would have taken them for July 5th and July 6th. That would have been a FIVE DAY WEEKEND!!! Oh Woe is me.

So I've been in one of my 'listening to sappy old love songs, and feeling nostalgic' phases. Why do I do it to myself?? I'm talking some early to mid-90s stuff, even down to stuff that reminds me of high school... I really cannot fathom the lost time between here and there. I don't know where it went. If I had known it was going to slip away from me that quickly, I would surely have never blinked... not once... What things might I have missed by sleeping? I have always liked to say "You can sleep when you're dead." It's true--there's tons of stuff to see and do, and not nearly enough time to do it in. [Although I can't help but find myself fond of the occasional nap here and there, on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon].

I was having a discussion with my friend Faith yesterday, (a.k.a. "Betaille", Jinks). We were talking about Mortality, Aging, Loss of loved ones and so forth... I was thinking alot about how my father is these days. The jovial, silly bear of a man that I grew up with is sitting there in his recliner, sleeping... the highlight of his day now is watching the "Gunsmoke Marathon" on TV Land. He is still silly sometimes, but he is now meaner, extensively more cantankerous and much less patient. The courteous, loving big-hearted, red-haired gentleman I know as my Daddy is now mad at the world. I know why, I understand it but I just can't "understand" it, you know what I mean? It just hurts me now, and makes me realize what there is to look forward to. It gives me a sense of urgency. "Use it or lose it!" my subconscious pleads with me... Will we ever know the answers to the questions Why and When?

Oh well... I am hoping to have a moment to post later on tonight, maybe I'll elaborate more...

In checking into the significance of today (July 3rd--the day before our holiday), I happened to notice that it is the date of death for 2 prominent people in music history...
I happened to watch the movie about the Rolling Stones and Brian Jones death that came out a while back... I forgot the name of it; and of course I have seen "The Doors" multiple times. Good movie. Where would I (we) be without music?? I just cannot imagine. It is my DNA... it's my religion... At least I have that.

I'll be back in a bit... let me know you're hanging about... leave me a note! xoxox.

Your AuntJackie

Monday, July 02, 2007

Men, I Love You!!!

You guys are so funny sometimes. Such curious creatures. I understand it--I really do. You need to know how things work, and you need to perform your experiments. However, I have to agree with the author of this site, that only a guy would do this (go on, click it):


Now, read it and weep (or laugh, like I did)... I would like to sincerely thank this man for being sweet enough to NOT do this to his cat... Humanity still exists at least in some places of this world, and obviously so does stupidity!

Sand In A Box Makes Me Think

Chalice, over at 'Sand In A Box' has given me the 5 thought provoking questions that she promised, and I want to share my answers with you all... Hope this is good, and you enjoy and maybe glean something out of it. :)
  1. If you could have your choice of a dream job what would it be and why?

    • I would say to be independently wealthy enough to not have to have a "profession". I would love to be able to spend my time working freely on web development work, maybe freelance and devote quality time to my music and get back to oil painting. I know we all have to "make a living" but all-too-often, we get too caught up in the professional day-to-day "J.O.B." and we don't devote enough time to sheer joy and ecstacy that we deserve in life. As yourself this question when you start to take things too seriously: "At the end of my life what would I regret more, not having "worked harder", or not having "enjoyed my family and my life" more? Material things are not so important... what makes you truly smile?

  2. You are given 1 million dollars to plan a Bloggers get-together. Tell us where, when and what your party is all about.

    • I would plan a week-long, as in 7-day 'retreat'. This would be sort of like camping out, but it would have all of the electronic amenities we're used to. I would love for it to be somewhere of course there was an internet connection-lol! Along with maybe a beach, and hot tubs etc. I would buy all the best sound equipment money could offer, and have all of our favorite bands and musicians there to make it fantastic! Everyone is invited to it, and it will go down in history as the best bloggers musical retreat ever!

  3. You can choose bloggers to spend 6 months locked in a house with. Who would these people be? Why would you choose them and what kind of place would this house be?

    • First off, the house would be probably Tiger Woods' house (if in fact, this is Tiger Woods' house-if not, whoever's house this is!). As far as who I would choose to join me in this 'lock-down', I have so many people that I really feel are precious from this blog community. I'm going to have to bring everyone from my sidebar blog links... I don't put them there if I don't think they're cool as hell! (Some of them are going to require serious amounts of alcohol though, so someone better help finance the liquor bill!!!)

  4. Tell us the most scared you have ever been in your life and what scared you so badly.

    • I'm going to have to say I have been the most scared in my life whenever my Father has had to go into the hospital with serious issues. This has happened on more than one occasion. He is diabetic, so there have been various problems. Once was his blood infection, he collapsed in the bathroom, and we were told that if we had gotten him there any later, it would have been too late. Then he had a pretty bad stroke, and then he had "Quad Bypass" heart surgery. There have been other health issues and all but those were the major ones where I was scared shitless we were losing him. I worry about it every day I think. He will celebrate his 80th birthday on August 29, so up until now my prayers have been answered. Losing a loved on is my biggest fear, then it is drowning I think next. :)

  5. If you could change one thing about your life what would it be and why?

    • I would definitely make myself more organized and more motivated to effectively accomplish the things I want to... I'm so scared my life will pass me by and I will be mad at myself for not doing the things I so wanted to do. Time is fleeting... Let's have no regrets!!! :)

Thanks Chalice for these great questions!

Cold Day In July

Here around Memphis, you're not likely to find the words 'Cold' and 'July' spoken in the same sentence. I was up way too late last night (but strangely, up earlier than I was even yesterday); when I was just about to go to bed, I looked at the computer clock and actually got a shock when I saw "July 1". I mean, how did it slip up on us this fast?? Entirely HALF of the year, evaporated before our eyes.

I haven't had a chance to write as much as I wanted to over the weekend, but things just happen I guess, and time flies. I often wonder how "accomplished" everyone else feels. Do you feel like you are able to get things done in your spare time, you know? Make them most of time off, or your weekends?? Usually, I start the week on Monday feeling like I haven't done anything worth anything... Someone give me lessons!!

Recently, on MySpace, I've talked a bit about music with a very talented former classmate of mine, who's music I found on the site within the last several months. His name is Robert. When we were growing up, even in Kindergarten Robert was already conquering classical music on the piano. I remember our Music teacher, Mrs. Gabbert used to have Robert play songs for us in 1st, 2nd grade... and although I knew I could play, Robert always amazed me. School, however is a cruel, dog-eat-dog environment as a child. My confidence in myself never was good enough to show off or let anyone know that I had even a glimmer of talent, so nobody really knew much about me except for I was that 'strange girl (not very popular at all), who lived out in the country, always the chunky oddball who got made fun of more than anything else really.

Robert, who's own music you can hear at this link, has listened to some of our "SAP" stuff, and he liked it alot--his words really made me feel good about our project, especially coming from him--I admired his musical talent so much growing up... so it's really cool to re-connect and share artistic discussion with someone I pretty much "grew up" with. While we're on the subject of Robert, if any of you like RUSH, then you absolutely must go to his MySpace music page and check out his RUSH covers (he has a couple on there, but more on another site, http://www.angelfire.com/moon2/esroberto/. But don't forget to check out the link to his band's page before you leave: The Addiction. Kudos Robert! You've always kicked ass, and I really appreciate your thoughts and words about what I'm up to now.

Ok, well that's about it for tonight, I've ended the weekend again with no real accomplishments except for my call in to Rockdog's Blog Radio Show on Saturday night (Midnight Eastern Time). If you want to hear that, just follow the link to Rockdog's page. The other accomplishment I made was getting my Paladin to Level 65 on World of Warcraft... I wanted to get other stuff done, but Richie kept making me play, and we also had to help some other players in the game.

I feel like I have just spouted off a bunch of boring mumbo jumbo, but I can't help it. It hasn't been a good weekend for writing for me. Hopefully, my week ahead will at least be productive. Tomorrow is Monday, July 2nd... I'll get in my car and try to navigate my way through the city feeling like I'm in some death match video game, dodging enemies, and everyone racing to their destination. Your objective is to make it through without being completely run over by the other insensitive morons that are constantly out to get you... I swear that's how I feel on the road... just like being in a real-life "Frogger" game.

Hope you all had a good weekend... and I hope to have something interesting to bring to you this week... maybe tomorrow, who knows! :)