Friday, November 30, 2007

The Party's (Almost) Over

As everyone probably knows but hasn't given much thought to, I have been participating all month long in the NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month November 2007) event, and today is the last day of November. It was trying at times, but I actually did it!! I posted, sometimes even more than one post PER DAY for the whole month! NaBloPoMo's site sported some cool "I Did It" banners, and I selected this cool little "Tattoo" version (since I love tattoos so much). Give me props people!! I did it! Yay! Thanks to everyone over at NaBloPoMo for being so cool, and all the other participants who made it, and even those who simply gave it their all, it's been tons of fun!!!

As the month comes to a close, it's time to get all up into Christmas full-swing, right? Some of us have already begun discussing holiday stuff, such as the Fruitcake that I complained about yesterday and probably most of you are talking about drinking in the New Year already! Well, someone contacted me with a very cool site about the DESTRUCTION of Fruitcakes! I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread so I am sharing it with you. If you can think of cool and inventive ways to destroy fruitcake, I'm sure they'd be delighted to hear from you. Thank you Kristin from Operation Fruitcake! Everyone go visit now!!

In other interesting news, the squirrels of Main Street have been acting strangely. I think it's because winter is near. They seemed to be
having a good time next to Court Square. **scratches head**

Before the last day of November rushes to a close and we wake up to a "sparkling" new month, I thought I would lead us out of here with a few of my favorite things to complain about. You know from time-to-time I throw in a word or two about Memphis drivers and how they continue to piss each other off consistently.

"Common View of Interstate at Rush Hour In Memphis"

Well I recently came into contact with a new source of great entertainment in this area. I've already added it to my sidebar under "It'za Memphis Thang", please check out Dangermouse's "Shamed In Memphis" blog. I assure you he really takes an active role in showcasing these infuriating dolts. He even provides photo evidence to go along with his rants. Keep it up Dangermouse! You Rock. I might be able to swing you a snapshot one of these days.

I'll basically just block together the rest of my complaints for today. Just things I've noticed I guess... like how everywhere you go, some people have the nerve to sit there and stare at you like you were the Mona Lisa itself hanging in the Louvre. I don't know what it is, or why they're staring sometimes. But evidently their 'role models' never taught them how annoyingly rude it is to stare. Usually it's a restaurant when my best friend and I go out and have lunch (which is not as often as we'd like--no not the staring part, just the lunch). We can't even enjoy our food for people straining their eyeballs out of their heads. Get a life freaks!

Also, rude and oblivious people continue to dominate in droves. Every time I try to have a discussion with somebody it's like a radar goes off and someone pops up to interrupt no matter what the subject is, or even how "urgent" their issue is. Another missed lesson in rudeness there. And some still have not learned about "Inside Voice" when so closely connected to their peers in these cubes. I still hear them with their loud and ridiculous cellphone ringers, and they talk on the phone with the stealth of a Bomber Jet Airplane. Oh but don't worry. Sometimes they actually "whisper"... but it's really loud whispering to themselves while trying to concentrate or figure out a problem... It's so friggin annoying! I am trying to concentrate myself, believe me this is getting to be a daily issue. They're either yelling across the office at someone, or loudly whispering their (loud) frustrations to self. (Did I mention loudly?) Then when they go out for a break or leave the desk, usually leave the cellphone sitting by itself so it can loudly go off over and over while they're gone. Jesus!! How self absorbed can some people be???

Ok, that's the end of my rant, end of my Month, end of NaBloPoMo, and end of this week!! TGIF and Hope everyone crashes into December with bright energy and spirit. Let's enjoy the season!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Good Cake Gone Bad

I've got Christmas on my mind, and all the things I need to get done since it's getting quite close... hard to believe it's been a whole year already since Christmas. I'll say it again, it's zooming by extremely too fast.

No matter how fast time passes, and the effects it and gravity have on all the rest of us, Fruitcake for some reason never changes. You know it is common knowledge that there is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and it is merely passed around from one person to the next.

I mean, who the hell invented this sadistically nasty cake?? I know only one person who likes it and that's my Mom... I'm not going to question her judgment but I do not have to participate in her fruitcake ventures.

I was reminded of Fruitcake when reading my friend Awa's blog. Here's another article about Fruitcake. Blechhkk!! If you like it, more power to you... you can definitely have my share.


There are definitely so many more appetizing creations we can sink our teeth into this holiday season! So, (don't) Take A Bite Out of Fruit-Crime!

That Mob Mentality

Ok, I'm stuck in my "Mobster" mode today... You know I love my Mafia guys, who of course are all straight from Sicily. But you can't love Mobsters and Mob Movies without being attached to the Italian singers who are frequently featured playing in the cafes and restaurants and the soundtracks!!!

One of my favorite Italian Singers (yes I told you I was quite eclectic but you didn't believe me did you?) is "Louis Prima"... My metal and punk friends, please don't shoot me because I love it all, and I am mainly tied to my Punk and Metal favorites, but I cannot help myself, today 'I've got the world on a string' and I'm collecting 'Pennies from Heaven' listening to the fabuloso Mr. Louis Prima!!!

Here he is with a Combination of Songs Mixed in with "Oh Marie" (My Mom's name is Marie, so Here's to Mom!!)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Great Starts

You know your morning is getting off to a great start when you get behind the absolute most dilapidated, beat-up work truck (complete with run-down wooden bed on the back), going all of 20 miles per hour and bearing a bumper sticker that boldly states "Nowhere to go and all day to get there". I sighed, and waited patiently, driving along behind him without even a toe on the gas pedal.

Isn't that irony at its best? And just my luck to get behind that guy... It seems like I have a knack for it. If you've ever seen the movie "Office Space" you know that first scene where Peter is trying to get to work and he constantly changes lanes trying to get into the one that is "moving", but just as he does it is that lane that screeches to a halt while the one he just left begins to go? Well that's ME! If there is an idiot on the road, you can rest assured you will find him driving blissfully ignorantly in front of me. Either that or they're behind or beside me and about to do something completely stupid. I'm like a magnet. It's like I have "piss me off" tattooed on my forehead :)

On that note, it's time for a video... don'tcha think?? Gotta enjoy great songs and you guys look like you could use a boost on this fine hump day... Happy Wednesday!!!

First of all, unless you're a die hard Iggy Pop fan,
I bet you haven't heard HIS version of China Girl.

And since it is Hump Day, and nearing the Christmas Season I have to bring back this hilarious video!!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Assorted and The Purple (WWC)

Tuesday finds me loping along, making it through the week. After the scare with my Mr. J on Sunday night, I still find myself a bit on edge. I know it wasn't the worst-case scenario, but I guess it just threw me into that frame of mind. Since we've been through so much with my Father's health, I guess it just makes me think about things we all have to go through with situations (health and otherwise) as we screech down the mad timed highway. Gotta keep remembering the great things we have to be thankful for day to day.

Speaking of Tuesday, well that makes it time once again for the Weekly Words Challenge (WWC) brought to us by our friendly neighborhood Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words as stated by Tink, are "Assorted" and "Purple". I'll waste no time, let's cut to the chase.


Well, first I thought the sign on this local
Mexican restaurant was cool, it's purple!

Secondly, another one of Downtowns interesting
Trolleys, also available in Purple!

I know you see quite a few of Trolleys on my page, but they're quite readily available in the Downtown area, and although these weren't originally purple, I took artistic license and put a purple tint on this shot in Photoshop.
Now for Assorted:

If you've been around the south, or live in the southern United States, you've more than likely seen or frequented this well-known pharmacy-store. Walgreens never fails to have a wide Assortment of products to hypnotize me. I absolutely love Walgreens for some reason, and always find too much of an assortment when I go there!

I spied this assortment of shoes in the window of a local shoe store.
Finally, with fall in full effect (and soon to be gone), the chilly breeze
brought me this lovely batch of assorted leaves to enjoy.
That's all from me for the WWC this week, I hope you enjoyed as I always enjoy participating. If you haven't joined the fun, go here on Tink's blog for details.

In other worries, NBC's Heroes, which has had me absolutely mezmerized for 2 seasons now,
is really driving me crazy... Sylar, it seems, has gotten the best of Maya and I won't say how, in case you need to catch up. There are plenty of spoilers out there already. I'm on edge now though with the recent turn of events and I simply can't believe that there is only one more show left before another hiatus. (Seems the writers strike has affected all of our couch-potato existences, so I guess I'll be forced to find something to occupy my time until they decide to throw us another titillating bone). I just cannot STAND this man!!! ha-ha. So I will be tuned in, salivating next Monday night to catch the final dazzling moments of what has come to be my absolute favorite show.

Everyone enjoy your Tuesday, and remember to be happy to be alive, and squeeze every drop of juice out of those lemons [you can take that any way you want to] ;)

Today Is A Better Day

Richie has always had trouble sleeping, so he's used to taking a type of sleeping medication, which he found to be the only decent one that would work without giving him problems. It is Tylenol Simply Sleep. But when he decided to try a sleep medication called Ambien (CR I think), I noticed weird things right away. He would talk out of his head, and get in like a weird state of mind just in the few times he tried it. Just really strange, and seemed to be heavily affected.

Then, last night it took a terrifying turn. He seemed to be snoring louder than usual, and I woke him once prodding him to turn over and hoping it would help. Then just a short while later, he catapulted awake, gasping for air and choking up. He couldn't speak and was just trying to breathe but couldn't. So I grabbed the phone to call 911, and Gray (Our "Guy on the Couch") was on the phone, so he was like "Hello??" And I screamed "Gray I have to call 911, I need the phone!!!" and he said "Oh, o.k." and I suppose he was trying to get off quickly, and it kind of happened so quick that I freaked out a bit myself. I kept trying to click on the phone and get a dial tone, and Gray was still there. I was screaming "HURRRY!!!".

Maybe it wasn't as long as I thought, but I felt like it took him forever. So Richie came into the livingroom, still gasping, and sat in a chair while Gray tried to relax him. I was on the phone with the 911 emergency people, and they were asking me questions about what he was doing, and if he was able to breathe yet and all. In just a couple minutes, he was able to finally catch his breath. But he said that it was none too soon because he felt like if it had been much longer, he would've lost consciousness. Who knows?? I mean, things like that can be life threatening, and if he hadn't been able to get back to normal, he might have died. It really scared me to death.

The 911 crew got there in quite good time, and I was glad that they were there anyways, just to take his blood pressure (and it was high at that moment-like 150/110, but hell it was probably partly due to being a bit freaked out), check him out and make sure he was fine. They asked if he wanted to go to the hospital, but he declined saying that he was o.k. at that point... If it had happened again, they said we could call them back and they would be right there. I tried to tell him to go to the doctor today too, and just make sure he was o.k., but of course he declined.

Afterwards, he was freaked out and feeling pretty weird all night, and it was quite a rough night. I couldn't sleep, and I think he was too nervous to go right back to sleep, afraid it might happen again. I took a vacation day for today for one, because I was worn to a frazzle after the incident, and I had intended for him to go to the doc. Needless to say, he is going to kick the "sleep aid" habit for good, he has vowed to leave them alone.

Once again, I am faced with the ideas of death, and just how easy it is for something scary to happen to those you love. And if it is you that something happens to, never think for a second that it is no big deal, or that it doesn't affect anyone around you. For your friends, and loved ones feeling helpless, or losing someone is the worst feeling, and most traumatic event that can happen. If someone tells you that you are important to them, or that they love you, realize that. So if you happen to read this, and even for those of you who could care less if you die, stop and think about how it would affect those in your life (this is for those who might think suicidal thoughts, which is not Richie's case, his would've been accidental).

I know that in Richie's case, it was a weird reaction (either allergic, or maybe sleep-apnea-related, ect) although he is not very cooperative when I try to tell him not to "overdo" it when drinking, or taking medications to help him sleep. He never thinks any of those warnings merit any attention. Sometimes over-doing it seems to be his forte... I just want him safe. It is so easy to take people for granted, although I pride myself on not taking my loved ones for granted. Until something happens to remind us that everything is so temporary, and anything can happen in the blink of an eye, in the middle of the night, it's hard to imagine.

That's why I guess I obsess over these thoughts, and worry about my family--my most precious, important loved ones... So, as I've been given another day, another box of hours to spend time, to know them and to love them here on Earth, today is a good day.

Monday, November 26, 2007


Here, from yesterday... "Easy Like Sunday Morning" by Faith No More... I love his rendition. Hope you do too. Click here If You Can't See The Video

Sunday, November 25, 2007

My Soul On A Sunday Night

Last night went o.k... just went to a local microbrewery and chilled, had a bite to eat and then went next door to a Karaoke bar... of course I sang 3 songs, as we were trying to get Richie's friend Justin to sing a song in the style of "Cartman" from South Park, which he eventually obliged... it drew quite a response. Then we went back to his place and watched him play Guitar Hero... then finally we came back home and crashed out, maybe about 4:00 a.m.

So Sunday night: Just reflecting here, relaxing and watching some videos of Mike Patton, one more musician who takes me 'back in the day'. He's had so many cool projects... Not everyone "gets" Mike Patton, but for those who do, he rules.

Today was rainy and relaxing in that way but in the other ways I still don't quite know what the meaning of this life is. I think I know sometimes, and I think I'm on the right trail, but then I realize that I am just an extra cog that could neither make or break the operation of anything that goes on around me... I wonder if I have indeed made the right choices, and am in the right place at the right time. I know that I always say we are always where we are supposed to be and doing exactly what we are meant to do at any given moment, in terms of destiny and all but I still can't help but doubt, and wonder why everyone acts the way that they do. I just wish I could get some control about a few things in my own life... just find a way to have a little power. All I want is to be happy, relaxed and un-stressed, and cared about... and I don't want to die alone... I don't think that's too much in the high-hopes department. Well, I'm off to prepare for a full week of work after a holiday weekend, which is not looking very fun right now, but maybe it'll go well... Just gotta keep on keeping on I guess.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

I Can't Stand The Rain

Wow, that's something I never say... I love the rain. I just don't like driving in it, which is exactly what I'm about to do. Mr. J and I are going to Midtown to a microbrewery place, he likes that sort of thing. I don't like much alcohol myself, I will drink an occasional beverage, but I'm mostly the weirdo who, when asked for my drink order, will respond "UN-SWEET Iced Tea Please" (smiling). I know it's virtually unheard of in the South, but then so am I. Guess that makes us a good match! ha-ha.

It's been a rather quiet after Thanksgiving weekend so far, and we normally have stuff going on Saturday nights but that got canceled. So we are going to dust up the highway through the droplets of chilly rain to see what's going on in Midtown.

I have felt pretty good today actually, and have had happy thoughts of Christmas and am actually beginning to look forward to it... Hope to put some of the magic back in these holidays... I think it can be done. I'll leave you with this great soul video of one of our Memphis girls... Here's to you Ann!!! No it's not "I Can't Stand The Rain", it's another one of my favorite Ann Peebles songs.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Still Stuffed

I'm still too stuffed to think about writing much, but I'm here. Just woke up from a nap in fact (god I'm lazy). I will report very soon with more interesting things, but meanwhile you guys keep the dream alive! :)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

So Thankful

Don't get me wrong, I do wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, I enjoyed mine with the few members of our family that came home today. I hope that you are all able to see the good things that you're blessed with in your life, there is always something to be thankful for... But I have to reflect for a moment on this piece by William S. Burroughs... Keep smiling. -AJ

I recommend hearing him through the video above, however if you'd rather, here's what he says:

"Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shit out through wholesome
American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and

Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.

For N**ger-killin' lawmen,
feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.

Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
Christ" stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where
nobody's allowed to mind their
own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the
memories- all right let's see
your arms!

You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams. "

Wed Ness Day

Oh joyful joyful 3 day work week. I am very excited about the days off, although I know they will pass very quickly. Today is, in essence, like My Friday. I understand that this is not the case for everybody, and I don't mean to gloat to those of you who have to go on working like normal, with no holiday. You see? I am a sensitive, kind and loving Aunt by nature, and remain so until someone sets off my radar, or ruffles my feathers.

I like to think that I don't get mad easily, but depending on what it is and the lengths someone goes to in order to visibly enrage me, I will oblige! After all, I have the blood of Redheads and Cherokee Indians coursing through my veins. (You just can't really see the Indians because I was not blessed with enough brown to be seen by the naked eye... Hahaha!! But if you look closely enough, you will see that I am quite full of Native American wisdom, spirituality and enchantment and have been told by a few that I have a lot of soul for a white girl! :)

Got some junk to finish up, so I'm out for a bit... have a happy Hump Day!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I Believe I Can Fly

I wouldn't try this at home, although it is one of the funniest scenes from the movie "Mallrats".

Gotta love Jay and Silent Bob... and just happened to see "Clerks" on T.V. about a week ago... I don't know what reminded me to go find the above clip though... "Fly fatass fly!" LOL!

I've had a long day today, and for some reason I have been edgy and bitchy as the day grew long. I went to the grocery store upon leaving work, forgetting that everyone would be at their Thanksgiving-worst. That's right, a thousand selfish, 'do unto others before they do unto you' assholes were out and about trying to pick up all their supplies for the big day. I can tell you that I did not enjoy being there. Not to mention the traffic between work, gro. store and home. Everyone's gone madder than usual. Just makes me want to hide somewhere away from all the cretins.

Then came band practice. I was tired, my feet were hurting and I was edgy... It's just me in a room full of testosterone, and they just sometimes push me to the limits. I rarely get to be around women (which is fine with me most of the time). But everybody needs their "girl pal" time... even if it is being with my Mother, or getting to go to lunch with good friends, or coffee, or just chilling by myself away from the dudes. I work with mostly all dudes, I come home and have my husband, our resident 'guy on the couch' (who still has not gone away), and my two male pets. It's enough to make a girl go all Chuck Norris on an ass.

So now I'm sitting here needing desperately to go to bed because I still have to get up for work in the morning, but the guy on the couch is blaring us the latest CD that their band just finished mastering, which sounds pretty cool but it's sure not a sedative, and my feet are still pounding, and I just want to soak in a bubble bath and konk out... If I can just get through tomorrow, and Thanksgiving goes smoothly, I will feel much better I do believe.

So of course I'll be here to 'talk turkey' with you guys throughout the holidays, as I vowed to do every day for the month, so stop by if you can. You know I always love having my lovely blog pals here at the Forrest. Have your Tofurkey, or Turkey and tons of sides, stuff yourselves into oblivion, watch your parades and football, kick your feet up, laugh and be merry!!! I hope you all enjoy Thanksgiving (if it applies to you), if not, at least eat something you like, drink up and have a great week anyway!

Good night y'all... I gotta STFU and go to bed. ;)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Inanimate Yellow Me (and the WWC!)

Yahoo it's that time again! The Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), which is brought to us by the extremely animated Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's WWC theme words are: Inanimate
and Yellow. Hope is Inanimate, and I hope you participate too, but If you haven't joined the fun and want to, go
here to Tink's instructions for details.

I'll start with Inanimate. If you think about the textbook definition of Inanimate, it's pretty much this:

in·an·i·mate (n-n-mt)
1. Not having the qualities associated with active, living organisms. See Synonyms at dead.
2. Not animated or energetic; dull.
3. Grammar Belonging to the class of nouns that stand for nonliving things: The word car is inanimate; the word dog is animate.

But I also associate it with other things you can't see, like emotions and thoughts, etc. Here are a few of my Inanimate things!

Small, stone feet

The mannequins and clothing in this window are Inanimate objects.

Although it looks almost alive and drinkable, this
building wall painting of a Budweiser is totally Inanimate!

Somewhere she's alive, but here hanging from a downtown wall she's Inanimate!

Elvis may live in your heart, but it's not something I can see,
so if you do have an "Inner Elvis", it's probably Inanimate.

Now for Yellow... Fall has its share of brilliant yellow, and of course I included a bit of that here, but there are other yellows in my WWC collection this week too!

This messy collection of cables forms quite an interesting yellow pattern.

Yellow cross and yellow trees, lovely!

Mom's yellow flowers are almost blinding!!

This is just an extra really, as there is only one little spot of yellow(tree). I just thought the view looking down on this was cool, and you can see from above the display of fall foliage.

And that's all she wrote really for me this week on the Weekly Words Challenge. We're counting down 2 days until we all make gluttons of ourselves at the Thanksgiving table, and I'm looking forward to a nice dinner at my parents' house... Hope you guys all have plans to enjoy some family time too... or at least be with those that you love. If you can't be with those you love, hopefully your near some people with minimal body odor! :)

If you have a moment, please give my survey a whirl... Happy Tuesday my lovely readers!!

Aunt Jackie Wants To Know!

How often would you say that you read "Deep In The Forrest"?

Monday, November 19, 2007

Deep Into Monday

We should never forget our roots... they give us strength.

So I failed my 8th grade science test, what else is new? lol

Now what was I saying?? Ah yes... In my years on Earth, I have yet to miss a Thanksgiving. It's always been at Mom and Dad's house (my childhood home since 2 years of age). So I can only imagine at this moment how I will feel when that is no longer possible. Holidays as I have known them will one day be nonexistent.

I can't help but think about this. I know this is something that we all deal with, and a lot of people I know who have experienced loss deal with it very well, others not at all.

I always get an edgy, nervous feeling around the holidays though because that is when things always tend to go wrong. I can only sit back in prayer that we make it through without anything major, you know?? I sure do miss the old days, but I say that way too much around here.

Another irritating dream last night: This time, I dreamt that I woke up and it was like 4:30 in the afternoon. I had totally missed the work day and I was running around frantic trying to get in touch with someone to let them know what happened, or to make excuses for my absence or whatever. It felt totally real. I honestly thought I slept through the work day. When I actually woke up and looked at the clock, I could only breathe a sigh of relief.

Woke Up From The American Dream

Now I've dipped into some of the old sexy 'silent storm' type music from the "Z" days, which always soothes, yet depresses me. I don't know why I do it to myself... listen to music that I know is going to throw me into a "remember when" mode. Deep down, I think I'm just a glutton for punishment. I want very much to believe that it is totally human to hang onto moments such as that, which made you float way past cloud 9. It's not something that can be controlled within me. I had this period of my life, and I have never felt so good about myself since then. The time after was so dark, the time before seemed so insignificant once I felt a realization that I could feel so strong and so beautiful and so passionate.

I know everything happens for a reason, and that it also ends for a reason... I wouldn't be here where I am today. Where am I?? I am not sure exactly... but I imagine that I will know, probably another ten years from now when I am mourning the loss of this decade too.

Where does one find motivation to keep on keeping on? To accomplish what you set out to accomplish? To do things that you want to check off your 'to do before it is too late' list??

I always say I live by a No Regrets policy, but is it truly possible to have no regrets? I don't have any regrets as far as experiencing a lot of what I wanted to experience in my life, and I am truly lucky to say I know what Love is and I know what real passion feels like. I've experienced sheer hilarity, terrible pain, hopeless moments and sweet melancholy, loss and also fantastic electric joy. Without the pain we wouldn't appreciate the joy I guess. I know that I owe all my creativity to the delicate balance between bliss and agony. Still, why can't (some) things just remain perfect???

If I had a remote control (like on the movie "Click") I know I would never use the fast-foward button, but I would probably wear out the rewind and the pause or "slo mo" options... wouldn't that be so amazing to be able to do??

During my lunch break, I just jumped in my car and drove around Midtown for a bit, down the deliciously wide streets of the Evergreen historic district, and near the Zoo and Art museum and school. I just slowly rolled through the streets watching the wind call down all the leaves. Although the colors are brilliant right now, I know that they will cool down to the bare, winter death that comes to all living things. We'll enjoy the frigid frosty air (when we can get it), and look towards another spring... the year will again pass like lightning, and I'll be sitting here writing something strangely familiar again about this time next year.

Because there is no solution to be found for the passing of time, the moving on of the people around us, and the changes in this life. We just have to buckle up, ride and try to capture it all in our minds (a mental photograph, perhaps?). At least we can rewind and play as many times as we feel like it in our dreams and memories... that's something nobody can take from us.

In honor of today, I will share "The Pretenders"...
"My City Was Gone", cool video good song.

Good Morning Class, It's Test Time

Nothing like an 8th grade science quiz on a Monday morning. Seems like not much has changed, I still did shitty. Actually I think I could've done better, and don't know exactly what happened. I'm definitely not telling Mom and Dad, they might ground me.

JustSayHi - Science Quiz

Lazy Weekend Dreams

Wow it's been hard for me to post this weekend because I don't really have much to say. I have accomplished nowt this weekend except a little video gaming, lying around in my undies (which are basically stolen pairs of my husband's boxers and a t-shirt lol!).

So I didn't die from over stuffing myself yesterday, hope you guys weren't worried about that. I felt like it though... but I didn't. My dreams have been very weird to me all weekend... but not worth discussing really.

Earlier, I was just sitting and thinking about the last ten years... that's all it takes 10 years. Ten years to turn from shiny, new, full of spirit into an old tattered fart. (To just look in the mirror and realize how old you can feel sometimes, and how old I guess I am [supposed to be]). It's not working though... my number continues to rise, but I don't feel like I am keeping up with it. I can't grow up, I still feel the same inside as I always did... and I sit and obsess over death and worry about my folks. Just realizing where I was 10 years ago, which right at this time then I was still getting over "Z", actually still in a terrible state over him, and trying to move forward. Then the short years following "Z" were the worst ever... I was so broken hearted, and my self-esteem was so low that I allowed myself to fall for the worst guy that ever lived (Chris).

As I've said before, Chris is that terrible chapter in my book of life that I wish I could rip out and forget, but it was written. It doesn't mean I can't skip over that part when I'm reading though. I guess we all have chapters that we wish we could write over or delete. Life doesn't work that way though. The future, and this very moment? Yes. But the past chapters are "read only"... and cannot be redone now.

More than just my horrible relationship with Chris, the past decade marks so many changes and pains within my family... my father's worsening condition, as well as my Mother's heartache and spiritual decline (not spiritual as in loss of religion, she still remains very religious I guess, I just mean that her spirit seems so much more weary now, and I always get the 'heavy' feeling when I talk to her that she's so tired, and at the end of her rope). It pains me. I don't know what to do, and I know it's not my place to really do anything to make a change in another person's life. But my nature is to wish I could soothe her and wish that I could make things all better. I want everything to feel good like before 1997 ended. I was still carefree and immature really, and had hopes and dreams and infatuation and just a sparkle that I think has since then lost its ember.

As I said, so many things have happened and changed drastically since 97, but I still sit here clinging to that hope that all is not lost and that we could all feel happy once again in the family. I've been smelling those phantom smells of youth again, the smell of smoke from fireplaces, and the sensations of electric youth and passion, but then I shake my head and wake up to a dreary afternoon and wonder if it was all just a dream.

[*Speaking of scents, I believe that I have become addicted to the smell of the Vick's vapo-rub I have been slathering my nose with during my time of sinus hell, and have since then been applying it "just because"... anyone else addicted to any particular scent or sensation?? ]

Well Jesus! So much for having nothing to say.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Go To Hell Burger Dude...

Yeah that's right. In other news, the Burger King Dude is still a freaking MoFo, and I hate him!!!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

My Cup Runneth Over

Oh god, I ate too much for breakfast/lunch (brunch, whatever). I feel sick.

Going to veg out and play video games for a while and digest. I'll be back later with something worth talking about hopefully.

In the meantime, hope you're all enjoying your weekend.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Tennessee Home Schooling

"Pay attention Son, everyone should learn a trade."

I have always been of the belief that some people should not become parents. Still, it always appears to me that the very ones who should not be (usually), are the ones you see with all the children. For example, This Guy, Robbing a bank with his child in tow. Talk about "Home Schooling"... I know we see more and more bad stuff in the news all the time, but how could he? (click the link or the photo to read the whole article)

Guy you get the "Father of the Year" award for sure!!

Sympathy for the Turkey

"Your approval rating is great with the turkey!"

Friday is in full effect, and while I still had a rough morning getting started I perked up when I thought about next week being a "3 Day Week". I can't believe it's nearly Thanksgiving again... It seems like I just finished telling you the story about my Halloween Trick-or-Treater, "Little Venom", who's probably outside terrorizing a turkey as we speak. Speaking of Turkeys and Terrorism (which go together rather humorously in this photo, I think, looks like this little guy is a fan of Bush and Cock... LOL!!

Thanksgiving was always fun at my house growing up. One or more of my nieces would usually spend the night with us before, and we would wake up and watch a bunch of cool t.v. shows that came on Thanksgiving Morning. I don't know why, but it seemed like everything cool came on that day. Then I loved to watch the Thanksgiving Parades too. Finally, everyone began piling into the house around noon or a little after, and we began our tummy-busting feasts. My Mom and Dad always worked together to make the best turkey dressing, and we had plenty of other delicious favorites. Hope we have a happy one this year... crossing my fingers!

As I was getting ready to leave this morning, I happened to notice the television was playing none other than The Brady Bunch Movie (1995).

I just had to laugh, remembering my favorite parts, and how geeky Greg was (even in the old series). So, I thought I would share with you, my 'far-out' readers a really happening video man... Let me present the Video of Davy Jones singing "Girl" Onstage on the Brady Bunch Movie. Have a laugh, and then relax and have a GROOOOVY WEEKEND!!!

Have A Relaxing Day!

Didn't I Say Relax??

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Mad Legality

Had to share this (and btw I updated my last paragraph below with thoughts on a homeless man).

Ten stupidest laws are named!!! These are the stupidest laws, according to percentage share of public vote as per an article in

Most ridiculous British laws:
  1. It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament (27%)

  2. It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British monarch upside-down (7%)

  3. In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store (6%)

  4. Mince pies cannot be eaten on Christmas Day (5%)

  5. In Scotland, if someone knocks on your door and requires the use of your toilet, you must let them enter (4%)

  6. In the UK a pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman's helmet (4%)

  7. The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the King, and the tail of the Queen (3.5%)

  8. It is illegal not to tell the tax man anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing (3%)

  9. It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armour

  10. In the city of York it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow (2%)

Most ridiculous foreign laws :
*foreign if you're in Britain
  1. In Ohio, it is illegal to get a fish drunk (9%)

  2. In Indonesia, the penalty for masturbation is decapitation (8%)

  3. In Bahrain, a male doctor can only examine the genitals of a woman in the reflection of a mirror (7%)

  4. In Switzerland, a man may not relieve himself standing up after 10pm (6%)

  5. In Alabama, it is illegal to be blindfolded while driving a vehicle (6%)

  6. In Florida, unmarried women who parachute on a Sunday could be jailed (6%)

  7. In Vermont, women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth (6%)

  8. In Milan, it is a legal requirement to smile at all times, except funerals or hospital visits (5%)

  9. In Japan, there is no age of consent (5%)

  10. In France, it is illegal to name a pig Napoleon (4%)

Go figure!!! And Here's Even More Dumb Laws.

Sleeping With The Enemy

Maybe if I lived with a man who awoke at the crack of dawn to greet the day with great fervor... maybe I would be able to wake up alive and bursting with energy. Instead, I must peel my eyes open daily, drag myself out of bed only to have to look at the man I love, still lying there cozy and hibernating like a bear in the dead of winter under the warmth of the delicious electric blanket.

See, I detest waking up in the morning (aside from the general glee at the realization that I am still lucky to be alive come daylight). I usually sleep too long... which is as long as I can get away with, then I have only enough time to bathe and throw myself together and hurry off to beat the traffic and come hurdling into the office Fashionably Late (if I may say so, as a 'techie' without sounding dimly like a slacker).

Luckily, I enjoy what I do so it's definitely not "work dread" keeping me glued to my mattress, it's just simple exhaustion and lack of motivation from lying next to "Pooh", too full of 'honey' to be able to open his heavy eyes. I will continue marching on! :)

Cat Lounger from HSUSGetting time to think on Christmas gifts. Another big issue as a "slacker" is that I am never moved to get things done in an early fashion, I procrastinate until I am faced with a mountain of responsibility. So while some people got their start in a Day after Thanksgiving last year sale, or the after-christmas clearances, I have waited and must now brave the nastiness and do my duty... So I plan to try to shop some this next week with my best bud, Tamra who always helps me shop pretty well... Plus we never have nearly enough "chick time" so that will be nice. I was thinking of getting this scratch-post/lounger for my cat, Rodney for Christmas... what do you think??

I should get to sleep on something so comfy-looking... Don't worry I'm going to find something for the dog too, just haven't found the right one for him... What worries me is the gifts for humans, those are the killers. His family, my family, work-related, blah blah blah!!!

In other news, we wrote two more songs at band practice the other night--our bass player and Richie (guitarist) are writing machines, so we can't stop writing long enough to record some of this material! I guess that's good though, instead of experiencing writers blocks.

While sitting in my car at a red light today, I watched a homeless man standing on the street corner in front of an old Hardware store. He was talking to "Nobody" who was standing evidently right beside him, gesturing, listening, responding... having what looked like such a deep conversation with "Nobody". Contrary to our normal reaction to seeing a homeless person 'talking to themselves', I stopped to wonder and thought to myself, "Who's really crazy? Perhaps he knows something I don't."

Hope you have a Crazy day!

End Of The Road

"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."

Those were the last, gasping lines of Jack Kerouac's "On The Road".

We all know "Dean Moriarty", for he might be your brother, your father, your husband (or maybe just a guy that you dated once that left permanent scars on your psyche), or he might be your best friend in the world... one with whom you've had such a tumultuous relationship with, but continues to wave himself in and out of your life like the threads on your favorite worn sweater, so torn from age.

In a way he's a little bit of everybody you've ever known, who somehow shattered and left pieces of themselves deep within your soul. He's the feeling that you get sometimes when you 'remember that time that you _______' (you laugh to yourself, even though that strange thickness forms in your throat as you look out to a million-year old crimson sunset that lays on your eyes like lovers on satin).

Maybe he's you (still restless and longing) after all of the trials and troubles that have left you, broken down and ragged, on the side of just that same road.

This is the effect Jack Kerouac had on me, as I hugged his words and rode alongside them. This must be how the others felt too... Dylan, Morrison, all those other kindred spirits who locked on to Kerouac's words, and who've try to create, only if to bring about a temporary fog of beauty in an ever-dying world (whether for themselves, so they might withstand it, or for mankind).

I too, now think of Dean Moriarty...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Red and Architecture (WWC)

Happy Tuesday! The WWC can slip up on me, and I always think I'm not going to be prepared. But with fall abound and so much beauty glowing around us with the season, it's hard not to have something to shoot with the cam these days. I had a hard time picking through my photos to narrow it down enough this time. This week's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), as always brought to us by the always colorful, and creative Tink of Pickled Beef is themed with the words "Red" and "Architecture".

Some of mine is combined, and some is it's own photo. I felt I quite a few for this week, so I hope it's not too many. Hope you'll enjoy!!

Red and Architecture!

Let's start with RED...

This brilliant red tree surely caught my eye!

Red lets you know "we're open!"

Delicious Candy Apple Red

I'll have some Sushi please!

Red fish simply brighten up this building in the Pinch District.

And now, ArChItEcTuRe!

This Oriental-Style building near the Panda exihibit
at the Zoo is really unique-looking

A section taken from the apartment building
across the street appears to be "Watching Me"!

Old architecture downtown going through renovation

Neat upshot of this aging structure catches the sky in its windows

Blue Sky, cool angle

Another cool angle, interesting shape, reflective sky

This weeks WWC was alot of fun as always, If you still haven't joined the fun, go here for details!

Tink says t
he words for next week are:


Can't wait!!!