Friday, February 29, 2008
Well thank goodness! I reached out to Jinks and she responded. Jinks Posted Everybody! Go Read. Glad to see she's peeking in again, and I'm hoping we can see and read more of her. She's really a fabulous person with alot of cool ideas and she writes very well... This post was just a short one, letting us know what she's been up to for the last few weeks but still, it's a dose of Jinks. Now her blog comments got screwed up one time, so if you read her, and wanna comment you will have to Leave Her Comments Here. She'll really appreciate if you stop by and say hello.
What about me?? My sister said the other day, "You must be really busy, you didn't blog today." Yes, if I miss a day or two sometimes people think that there is something wrong with me because I blog a lot. I try to put something down even when I have nothing to say. I don't know why. Maybe it's good, maybe it's just another symptom in this disease. Who knows. I enjoy it, and I will blog until I stop enjoying. I have really met some sweet and wonderful people through blogging, even if they are just out there in blogland and we never meet. It has been neat to find out that there aren't ALL bad mortals out there... lol ;)
This has been such a busy week, what with Mr. J and I in the gym working it, shaking our booties, pumping iron, and just everything else... I finished up some big deadlines at work, some important ones, so I am grateful for that. It's like a load off my shoulders. That's a good feeling.
Now if I could just get that same "feeling of accomplishment" at home, we'll be in business! I have every chance this weekend, I MUST get my tax crap done this weekend, so I can get that worry out of my head. Mr. J bugs the piss out of me worrying over taxes. I truly hate Tax Season. I think most people do... and I'm sure there are those of you out there who don't worry about any of that stuff. But for those of us who are sweating it right now, I want to bring back a little favorite from last year's tax season. This was done by Dan, who scarcely blogs anymore but still Rocks. I truly enjoyed this video, "Dan Does His Taxes"... grab some coffee and watch.
Some things that bug me don't bug the average person. But I would like to quickly bitch about more rude obnoxious people. As I was having lunch with Mr. J today, this @&&#& was seated at the connecting 'half booth' to us, when in fact there were plenty other tables to be had. She kept staring, and looking over our direction, while waiting for someone (her date I suppose), and when she wasn't staring, she was on the Cellphone talking to someone about her whole existence, which I didn't care to hear. Totally annoying. Then finally her Prince Charming arrives, and sits down, it's nearly time for us to get up and leave. I feel boxed in-there is a small space between their table top and ours, since it's a connecting half-booth type thing, so I have to turn around and stick my ass in the guy's face to get out of the booth. I'm sure Princess Cellphone had to gossip and laugh about that when we left. But it served them right, she could've moved anywhere else in the restaurant. I hate people who act like they are the only ones in a restaurant, loud voice levels, annoying actions, and especially the STARING. Keep your eyes off us **@*#*F***!RS and mind your own damn business!!!
Anyroad (as my English blog pals would say), so the weekend is upon us and it's time to see what trouble I can stir up... o.k., so that will mainly consist of me trying to clean house, do laundry, and stay afloat... once that's done I never have any time left for devilish deeds... but one can hope.
Have a fabulous, safe, annoyance and asshole-free weekend!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Who doesn't love Johnny Cash? This is a cool song, always has been always will... here's Folsom Prison Blues
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Rock on, and Wood you do me a favor and keep on keepin it Metal?!?! :)
Monday, February 25, 2008
One of my all-time favorite movies in the world is "The Big Lebowski". It is hilarious and I just can't say enough about it... There is an infamous scene within the movie, however, where John Goodman's character (a Vietnam Vet) goes off his rocker in the bowling alley, and forces one of the other players to mark his score a zero, pulls out a gun and tells him "You're entering a world of pain." I'll share that video with you, but I also found this t-shirt that I would love to have!! It's great. (You can click the photo and it will take you to the site), and they have a lot more interesting t-shirts on there!!!
Sometimes I wish I could give people the "Mark It Zero" treatment! Anyways, here's the video and if you haven't seen the movie, you must do it asap!
On to a few photos...
One day I snapped another "self-portrait" with my cellphone, and got this very strange "ghostly" looking image... Creeeepy huh??
Oh yes, as I said, we did some recording over the weekend (Sat), and I promised photos of my "recording booth", so here they are (the latest in recording technology lol):
Bet Jimi Hendrix never had to record in the bathroom... But, I guess I'm sort of following along in the footsteps of "The Fonz" having a bathroom for an office!!!
Also, I can't leave out a very special "Foot" photo that I have to dedicate to Barnze, Four Dinners, and Cappy, my "Punks"... (well actually, Cappy is more of a Mod, but he still Rocks!) Barnze is the biggest reason for the "Foot shots" because he does em, and got me hooked.
They don't appear to mean much maybe to the ordinary viewer, but you have to appreciate the art of the "Foot Forward". Cheers Barnze!!! And All of you guys have a great week!
So, JINKS, hear our plea... If you don't blog soon, some of us will really go off the deep end. We understand that everything might be chaotic for you right now, but I need my dose of "55-SKIDO"... Hey It Could Happen! And we hope it does.
(If you haven't read her blog, you can find her link(s) to the right there, along with all my Rockin blog family!)
Jinks, come back! I can't do without what you have to say!!! :)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Today, I'm tired though, and I'm going with my friend Kim to the Metaphysical fair just for kicks... Who knows, I might learn something.
(I'm going to update the post later with photos, check back)
Friday, February 22, 2008
Always on someone else's clock... tick tock, tick tock... Feel like I can't stop the ride to get off and find my way back sometimes though.
Oh real quick, I had visited over at Ole Blue The Heretic's Blog, and he always has interesting and cool poetry... He had a Haiku, so I thought I would give one a try myself.
Here's my Friday Haiku!!
Friday had arrived
Madness fell upon her face
Goodness goes to waste
Anyways, I'm waiting to hear from the mechanics, so I can pick up my molested automobile, and get back to work in the same garage and hope that they don't simply come and do it again! Stupid worthless assholes.
On a nastier note, I had multi-grain cereal for breakfast, and I keep belching that flavor... It's not very pleasant coming back up.
I may be back later, but I am not sure how the day will go. Don't forget to pop by and visit one of the fine blogs I'm part of, WTF Friday, there are a host of great contributers over there with alot of good "WTF" articles... so it's Friday, treat yourself and go have a read!
Best of luck and stay safe today, have a great weekend!!! -AJ
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Fortunately, they were unable to get my 'Cadillac Convertible' [sic] in time before the security guard caught the one guy who was still trying desperately to yank mine off the car. He had the muffler all sawed up, and everything was dragging the ground under my car. We weren't even sure it was going to start, if they had anything else messed up on it, but fortunately, it started, and I was able to drive it to the ground floor so I could successfully get a tow-truck to get me to my usual repair shop. One of the cops was pretty cute, and they were all pretty helpful I guess... It took a while for them to release it to me for me to get the towing in gear.
Then the guy who drove the tow-truck looked Denzel, so of course I was looking him up and down... haha. (Not that I think Denzel is the most handsome actor, but I mean, hell this is Memphis, and it wasn't the worst for definite).
Mr. J had come up to pick me up, but that didn't stop Denzel from asking me if I needed to ride with him to the shop... I wondered if there was some weird look on his face when he asked it, but I highly doubt it anyway. Probably a letter to Playgirl somewhere there in an alternate dimension, but for me today, I rode with my husband and went along as normal. Ha-ha!
Not sure how long it will take to fix up the damage to my poor little car, and I don't know what the dillio will be about the Prosecution of these lunch-time thugs, but all-in-all, I consider myself lucky. Someone spotted them in time to catch the dude, call the cops and have it all done and it didn't happen later in the afternoon when it was time to go home and we had no trouble getting reports filled out. Also, at least I didn't walk out and walk up on a dude with a gun and "discover" him trying to rip off my 'Cadillac Convertible' [sic] (ok I'm probably the only one who thinks it's funny to call it that).
Anyways, you lot stay safe yourselves with all the nutters, bums and thugs running amuck, and I'll post up later on when I have anything worthy of note.
**To understand WTF AJ is talking about, click here for How Catalytic Converters Work.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make.
I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*** ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole !" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole !" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic asshole calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" He said, "Yes, it is.." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front."
I asked, "What's your name?" He said, "My name is Don Hansen."
I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" He said, "I'm home every evening after five."
I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" He said, "Yes?" I said, "Don, you're an asshole !"
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1. He said, "Hello." I said, "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
He asked, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah." He screamed, "Stop calling me!" I said, "Make me." He asked, "Who are you?"
I said, "My name is Don Hansen." He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.
Then I called Asshole No. 2. He said, "Hello?" I said, "Hello, asshole ." He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." I said, "You'll what?" He exclaimed, "I'll kick your ass," I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
So do I... look out! :)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Here we go, Found and Curve!!!
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Monday, February 18, 2008
Tomorrow is still Tuesday, even though I didn't 'technically' have a Monday (well not a bad one as usual - lol). So that means the WWC... (If you haven't joined the fun, go here for details). Tink has set the words for this week to "Found" and "Curve". I need to get cracking on that because I haven't even started!! I do enjoy doing the Weekly Words Challenge... it's quite therapeutic.
Just been feeling a little down in the dumps all weekend, but I think it is mainly pms-related... That's all I will say just to keep anyone from getting squeamish at the thought of lady troubles!
Oh, real quick, I decided to name my Vermont Teddy Bear "Domingo" as I was thinking about the idea that Further On Up The Road was talking about, my favorite artist being Salvador Dali as well. The only problem was that I already named my dog Salvador, so I wanted to name the bear something different. Looking at his full name, Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech, 1st Marquis of Púbol I thought why not take the second name, it sounds pretty cool and it is still part of Dali! (Yes, I know-Quite a name he had!)
So what do you think... "Domingo"?
That's about it for me today, I'm off to conquer the world in the approximately 4.5 hours I have left before Mr. J gets back home and starts his chaos. :)
If I accomplish something, Of course I will show it to you in pictures!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
To me, it doesn't necessarily say that nobody is 'that beautiful', or 'nobody looks like that', it goes to show you that ANYBODY CAN look like that... dig? Nobody should feel bad about themselves, because off camera, and in the real world. Everyone is normal...
I give you, the secret of the Dove Soap Campaign
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Then you may as well blog it, right? I have been so void of anything worthy to say for some time I feel, but I still come in and try to put something forth that gives people something to think about, or at least well, I don't know. Truthfully, I'm floundering. I'm trying to find a break in the boredom and listlessness I've been feeling.
Today I can boast the most that I have accomplished is a headache from sitting in my chair too long and my eyes feeling dried out. Maybe it's time for a good cry, but I can't find anything that I give a crap-enough about to boil up those tears... lol
Just a few words I guess today since I wanted to touch base with my readers, but really don't know what to talk about. I have been thinking about my art, and how I can't seem to do what I need to do lately. I, like any other mad artist or scientist, need to be locked away in a nice place with no distractions for hours or weeks while I create. That can't be possible for me, therefore I neglect my art. I owe a couple of you (Barnze and Four Dinners) paintings. I have not forgotten that. I am still trying to kick myself in the ass with it. Talk about a bum or procrastinator. I feel so horrid about it, but I need some spark or fire to reignite me... I have decided that I am going to have to do something about this sooner than later because it has been nagging at me and eating away at me for longer than it should've had to. Creation is calling out to me and I am supposed to be painting something, I don't yet know what... I hope to find out. I'm going to follow my intuition and my senses and find the message that is trying to tear its way out of my soul. Yeah I'm ranting on with my psychobabble again...
Also, looks like there is alot of blowing happening in Tennessee again, as I looked at the following weather report for the Wind advisory... Anyone else find some funnies here???
Don't get caught out in that and blown away now!! Have a happy Saturday Night and/or Sunday... AJ
Friday, February 15, 2008
I just still maintain that the day is what it is, and it takes advantage and over-commercializes. We will drop the subject though.
Here is my Vermont Teddy Bear.
Richie bought me the "Artist Bear", since I am deep-down, basically an artist... I just got misplaced in a technological world. Underneath this tech-savvy skin, and mean exterior, I am an oil-painting, moody, crazy-strange-creative slob. :) Thanks again "Bear" for the bear, I love it! And I Love you! (As My good friend Barnze always says, "Aint Love Grand???" It is... Commercializations, Marketing and Monopolies are not.
Ok, so it is Friday and we made it through another week in this world... For that, I'm grateful.
This weekend, I have planned some extensive house cleaning, helping Richie get over this Cold (which I hope he does soon, and I pray and BEG that I don't get it!!! Please No!). And then I'm not sure what the rest of the weekend holds. My company gets the President's Day holiday off, so for me it is a 3 day weekend. I love 3 day weekends. I love 7 day weekends even better but those are rare.
Anyways, you all have a great one and I hope that this morning, after the whole excitement of last night's enchanting VD fest, you all still have a Happy Heart.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
We've all fallen victim to it at some point in our lives, because we thought we had to. The true fact is, when love is real, or you have love in your life, you don't need any sickening, fake-assed holiday to show it, the only thing that matters is what you're lucky to have in your day-to-day life. Every sweet moment, and even the bad times. If all that is what it should be, then nobody needs to "make anything up to anyone" on some fabricated excuse of a day for 'lovers'. Why would you want it if it was forced or expected anyway? Valentine's Day is just a commercialized holiday fabricated to ignite jealousy, and make people spend extra money, trying to top what the other person got.
I'm not even saying I'm not guilty of it here or there, and that I haven't spent any moments in my life jealous or sad because I didn't get a rose or a shitty box of candy, but I feel stupid having had any thoughts of those things.
For those of you who do love the day, I hope you have a good one. Well I hope everyone has a good one, but not because of the Frankenstein that it has been turned into, just because we should love, respect and appreciate each other the other 364 days out of the year anyway.
As promised, I am posting a very special post today. One that you may have read if you are a long time reader of my blog, otherwise since I have so many more new readers, I am reposting it. I originally wrote it in 2005, but it bears repeating I guess. If you've ever felt the pressure of Valentine's Day, or felt unloved or overlooked growing up, or even now, it is for you.
We all want to be loved, and we all want somebody to love... but sometimes life and the human race can turn that into a pack of lies... My advice is follow your heart ALWAYS, and look to the small precious moments in your life for the real deal.
Ok now on to the story...
Jacqueline Wood around Valentine's Day 2005
Winter being 'not quite over', but summer being so far away, things didn't seem very hopeful (as usual). It's not as if this year was any different than any other year. The halls were abuzz with laughter, chatter and romance was in the air. All of the girls and guys awaited the weekly school newspaper even more than ever this week because they knew that they would surely find a romantic dedication from 'that special love.' It was a magical time for any teenager… 'Any teenager…' I thought, 'Except for me.' Nevertheless and as hopeless at it seemed, I would await the same prospect with great eagerness.
The season was always one of bright intensity. Every storefront and every isle was laden with hot pink, saucy red hearts and candy. With flowers blooming everywhere, roses were on the verge of a nervous breakdown begging for sales. It was as if Cupid himself went on a reckless night of alcohol binging and puked up a Love Fest!
The big day finally came. As always, the excitement would grow, waiting… wondering (Is it possible? Maybe this year I will have my secret admirer and he will illustrate his passion in the form of a beautiful, single red Rose and/or a frilly balloon that screams to the world "I LOVE YOU!!!" Well, maybe not the whole world but at least the whole school). Just once I wanted to be like all those other girls, to walk into the office and the secretary to say "Jackie, we have a delivery for you." However hopeful, Valentine's Day was never momentous for a girl like me… and most of the time a crushing disappointment--Until I got home, that is, to find that Dad had bought my mother and me a big heart-shaped box of chocolates without fail. So, I would once again, drown my loveless sorrows in the sweet confection.
Adulthood hadn't been much better. Either spent my time depressed and crying over someone who had stood me up, or someone who was unattainable. Every year was the same, except for Dad's Old Faithful box-of-chocolates. In fact, I can count one year—the most memorable year—that I was surprised by a gift so thoughtful, so sweet. It was from a man! And it wasn't my Dad and it wasn't candy!!! He brought me a ceramic angel with a sweet card that read "So Glad We're Friends! From Me to You, Z" (Z was his 'nickname'). What an intense-long month we'd spent, meeting after work, flirting all through work, even taking Friday off and spending the whole day together. Holy Cow, this is it—this is L-O-V-E… what everyone had been shouting about forever, and what I'd been waiting for since I was probably 10 years old and in love with 'The Fonz"! But as sweet and special as that moment was, and as much as I can never forget it OR 'Him', it wasn't Love. It could've been, I guess at the expense of someone's family, and that wasn't me... not deep down.
That perfect Valentine ended, but life went on with or without my happiness, more Valentine's days came and went. Still, I waited, hoped and prayed and continued to make my mistakes and failures. Someone should have told us that life was this sour. Shouldn't our parents have warned us that it was this way? Instead, I remembered my parents telling me "You've only just begun, and you have your entire life ahead of you—the best is yet to come." ("Phooey!" I cursed)
This past weekend, as I deemed 'Valentine Weekend' (much to his chagrin), my husband and I spent it doing almost nothing. We went out to eat a couple times, watched movies, played video games and laughed. Many hugs and kisses were shared as they always are in my house—It was the way I was raised and luckily, he fits right into it—even though he wasn't raised that way. We are from opposite sides of the track: I was overprotected, and he could've stood a good bit more protection growing up… I guess our childhoods make us who we are and he's pretty good in my book.
He's just not your classic 'Valentine-Romeo', doesn't do 'flowers' or 'romantic poems'. He says the right thing about 70 percent of the time and the wrong thing maybe 30, and he forgets to pick up after himself a lot of the time, and he takes the garbage out 3 Fridays out of 4. He loses his tools and he can't find his socks and screams "Bear! Bring me a towel' when I've forgotten to leave one in the bathroom. He loves me, and I don't need a single beautiful rose (or even a dozen) to see it. Ok. He's not perfect, but he's my family he feels like "Family"—like my Mom and Dad and sisters. It's real and it's love--THAT is the greatest gift… Every day is a 'teenage slumber party'. I can't remember him not being part of my life now.
He called me at the end of yesterday to ask me "What's the name of your company?" I told him, but I asked "Why? You need it for the income tax forms or something?" He tried to be evasive but it was apparent that he was trying to do something sneaky in honor of the 'over-exploited, marketing scheme of a holiday' that we love so much. I felt as though my stories of my childhood and my 'hinting' (thinking I needed some gift to show it) had possibly pressured him into thinking he had to—but he says it was something he just wanted to do. (Yeah?)
By now, the frilly balloons of 'the pretty girls' in school have surely busted, and their Valentine's Days may or may not be good ones. I used to think that I wanted what they had, but I ended up with so much more than that—I ended up with the real thing, a true heart, not just one filled with chocolate or helium.
Winter is not quite over, and summer is still a bit far away, but that's just fine because I am 'Home'.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
This post was inspired by Tink, that's right, the director of our Weekly Words Challenge. We have a blast and if you haven't joined the fun, go here for details!
Tink asked me on a comment yesterday how I got so close to the squirrel that was in my photo. Well, it's simple. The squirrels and the pigeons of Downtown Memphis are the tamest I've seen anywhere. I have proof in my story and photos below.
The reason they are so tame, I guess, is that they are so used to people and being fed by all the visitors and the locals (including probably the homeless people), that they are not afraid of anything! Seriously.
For instance, here is a squirrel I stopped to feed once. (Squirrel food Courtesy of Memphis' own Peanut Shoppe, if you're in Memphis you gotta go there, they have the best nuts in town!!)
Here's a good story to illustrate my point.
One day I was having a relaxing stroll down Main Street around lunch time. The weather was fine, and the street was abuzz with activity, music (from our neighborhood Flautist most likely, who only plays his flute by himself, and rarely seeks accompaniment from any other musician. Please god once you've heard "The Windex Song" on flute for the 583rd time, you're ready to do some ungodly things with said flute).
I digress... O.k., so I headed over to the Peanut Shoppe of Main Street to buy a bag of squirrel food for 50 cents. Squirrel food is just a brown paper bag of broken and unshelled peanuts that you can give to the squirrels as they enjoy unshelling them anyway. Got my bag, and stepped out of the doorway. Just as I got on Main Street's brick sidewalk, I was cornered by an unlikely suspect... yes, I was held at beak-point by a very chubby, mean looking pigeon. He looked at me, I looked at him. We maintained eye contact for a long moment.
I decided to give him what he wanted, and hopefully avoid any further altercation. So I reached into my paper sack to retrieve a peanut for my assailant before he got too angry. As my hand was in the bag, I noticed he was moving in on me. I pulled the peanut out of the bag, fully intending to toss it to him and hopefully leave in one piece!!! (lol) Before I could throw him his ill-gotten booty, he flew up into the air, and landed right on my right arm! You can imagine my shock that he could be so bold and unafraid of humans, really. I stood silently, watching my little feathered friend as he sat on my arm, and leaned his head down and snatched the peanut from my fingers.
Then he flew off to parts unknown, but I trust he had a full belly. I wondered how many other victims there were... He was quite a crafty pigeon. I giggled to myself as I proceeded to the park to feed the squirrels... 'Only in Memphis' I thought silently... 'Only in Memphis'.
**Note: Tomorrow is the big, stupid, candy-vomit-coated, crappy day... Very special Valentine's Day posting, so be sure to tune in!
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Anyways, today is already Tuesday and as everyone knows that's WWC day!! Today's Weekly Words Challenge words, courtesy of the darling Tink of Picked Beef, are "Motion" and "Suspend".
I feel as though I'm falling a little short for this week too, but I did the best I could... I swear I will be back to my productive and excellent self soon! Just been going through so much lately... Head spinning around and what-not!
The fountains on Main Street illustrating Water suspended in Motion!
This squirrel's tail blurred from his very quick motion.
While taking this photo of lights on the deck of a local spot, I moved the camera purposely giving this the feel of "motion".
I love rain, and the raindrops shown here, suspended beautifully on a rainy day.
Clouds rolling in, suspended in motion...
Well I hope that your week is going well, I don't seem to be able to "get started" this week. A very bad lack of motivation for me, for some reason. I know I've had alot on my mind lately. Is my brain perhaps simply 'shutting down' on me?? Could be... besides, my brain is much smarter than me and I guess knows what's best for the both of us.
For those of you who were wondering how everyone's favorite "Blog Daddy" is doing? He's fine. He had a follow-up appointment with the Doctor yesterday, and got a good report. He is also getting around a little better each day. He's getting up and down out of his chair and from his bed significantly better than when he first came home. It's still a touchy situation though. I want to thank everyone once again for all the love and support that you extended to our family since his hospitalization. I believe in the power of positive thinking and love and you guys have shown so much of it. He's of course, never going to be as strong as he once was, that strong-as-an-Ox father that I knew as a child, but that's life. I have to move forward and just be happy we still have him now at 80 years old... He's been tough as nails. That has to account for something... He's still meant to be here with us.
Now, It's time for my afternoon snack of Kaishi bar and yogurt, and I'm about to go chow down. I might even have a cup of Coffee... yeah that's right, I'm feeling rather crazy and I think I'm going to go for it.
I will be back tomorrow with much more interesting garbage to throw at you... hopefully. So be prepared to DUCK!!!
Friday, February 08, 2008
Ok, well I thought I would up date you guys and inform you that my Top 3 most "Creepy MoFos" are still:
2. The Burger King Dude
3. Creepy Ass Dolls
Also, I have been getting more and more phone calls on my work line for other people. This really gets on my nerves. Calls for employment, calls for some other dude who hasn't been here for like over 4 years, people asking for other departments. It's gotta stop. I'm not the information desk, and I have no idea about the guy who was here 4 years ago, and I am not his "fill in" for your cold calling. I don't know what you proposed to him, or what he was trying to purchase, but I have nothing to do with it. I've tried to be nice, but I'm about to start cussing these people.
Haven't had any time to think about writing more "Friday Stories" for you guys, so if you haven't read stories of mine, just surf, or check some of the links on the side. I'll try to do one soon when I have my head back together a little better.
So, I Wanna Be Sedated!
However, I don't see any reason we can't have a good video for the day... Here goes. Hope you enjoy. This is "The Ramones" with "I Wanna Be Sedated" (I really do!). I dedicate it to my mate FourDinners, and my best friend, Tamra and to Jessica... You guys Rock!
Also, Don't Forget to check out WTF Friday for all the oddities, idiots, crazy stories and news that makes you go "WTF?!?!".
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
I have been feeling a lot of stress and worry this week over what is to become of our family stuff, we have a great deal to think about in regard to all of us working together to assist at home with my Father. He made it out of the hospital, and that's great, but he's in no shape to be self-sufficient. Mom can't handle it all alone, and we all have tons of stuff to do as well. I guess these things are taken care of naturally, we just have to hold fast to our knowledge that everything happens for the greater good, and strive to get through it... doing what we have to do, taking it one step at a time.
So I went out at lunch time and relaxed a moment, snapped a few random photos of curious things I saw around town... hope you enjoy.
Next, a little comedy in every day life:
Being a procrastinator, and a dreamer, I appreciated this tag... I feel ya!
Sign says "Buy 1 get 1 Free Mixed Nuts"... just thought it was cute. :P
I don't think I'm hungry enough to spring for this over-priced fish sandwich!!!
I love this, right outside of Neil's on Madison (a great place if you ever visit Memphis), They sport a daily special, "Beer, Burgers Free Tomorrow"... Yes, the perfect marketing strategy!
[Meggy Moon had a few photos of the storm clouds]
As for me and my family, and most of the people I work closely or keep close touch with, they made it through with minimal stress or damage.
Mr. J went home way early of course, being the
The animals were, of course, acting funny. So we knew that something big was going on!
We lost power right in the middle of "She's The Man" starring Amanda Byrnes... guess it was an act of god preventing me from finishing that one. :)
So then I was forced to sleep with no noise whatsoever, only the noise in my head was made way worse by the silence of the power outage. Isn't that weird?? Our heads and energies are so painfully deafening when we actually get quiet... And normally I sleep really well to thunderstorms, but last night I did not. It was very nerve wrecking, and several times I felt like I heard "Whirling" sounds. The power was back on by morning though, and although it is still extremely overcast and slightly windy today I think the worst is over.
Thanks to Jay over at Cynical Bastard for the e-mail note, he wrote asking if we were o.k. in my neck of the woods. That was very sweet of him... You Rock Jay! Hope all is well for everyone else though too who may have been hit by the unseasonable weather. I know we're not the only area that had some, so report in and let me know if you experienced some too.
Never a need to worry though, because things always happen for a reason, and when you get those eerie feelings that "the other shoe is about to drop", and you start to stress and worry... Just kneel down and pray because I assure you...
In other weird news, (and I may include this in my WTF Friday post for this week), These people must be the most unwanted neighbors EVER! Happy Hump Day Y'all!
'Nobody wants us to live next to them' — third tornado hits family’s home
Hundreds of families survived deadly tornado and severe thunderstorms on Monday night. Some lost everything. A couple from Aurora knows all too well what’s its like to clean up after a twister. They’ve been through three of them. It all started with a tornado in May 2003. KY3 News told Ralph and Risby Atwood’s story in March 2006 after they were hit the second time by a tornado.“This is ridiculous,” Ralph said then. The Atwoods lost everything in ‘03 and then again in ‘06. “We’re not rebuilding here,” said Ralph on Friday. After the ‘06 twister, the Atwoods moved from just north of Aurora, south near Crane, to get out of the tornadoes’ paths. Monday, they got hit again.
“This is beyond ridiculous,” said Ralph. Early on Tuesday morning, Jan. 8, a tornado found where the Atwoods had moved. “Forty years and there hasn’t been a tornado here,” said Ralph. “Then we moved here.”
The third time, there wasn’t much harm. A doghouse, shed and horse’s pole barn were all that was shredded. “It’s like I got a magnet in my back,” said Ralph. Scruffey, the dog, was missing for three days. As for the other animals, they’re okay. Bacon Bits, a pig, didn’t take another 400-foot flight like she did in ‘06.
“Flying pig — we have one,” said Ralph.
Working at an Aurora landmark, Richard’s Hawgwild restaurant, Risby gets a little ribbing from co-workers. “She should just live in a shelter or an underground house,” said co-worker Myra Goodson.
… “Nobody wants us to live next to them,” said Risby.Oddly enough, a tornado also hit Ralph’s work on Tuesday morning - for the second time. The couple says, no matter what, they’re not running anymore — one can’t keep running away from adversity.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
This rock path on the nature trail is narrow...
Narrow street during road construction.
I'm a Broad ;)
Broad Street, literally.
This section of downtown looks pretty broad.
That's it for today, still playing a lot of catch up around work and we're also having a great deal of bad weather brewing today... Will see you tomorrow.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Just to let everyone know, Dad got home safely yesterday. My sister and I assisted them when we got back home, she stayed the night there to make sure everything was o.k., I came back and am catching up on my work as much as possible. Dad had a pretty hard time starting out, when we first got home, his legs were quite weak. They only got him up to stand once the entire few days he was in the hospital. And information? You couldn't get that from anyone. Every person had a different job, and knew nothing further than the extent of what they were there to do right that second. The doctors wouldn't tell us anything of course. It's like people are prodded in and out like cattle, seriously. It makes me fear the future of healthcare even more. However, I think that Dad is much better at home than still lying in the hospital that he hates. They weren't doing anything but charging him to lay in their bed anyway. He may as well be home where he's comfortable.
So that's touch-and-go. He will hopefully continue to strengthen up and at least get some better. I know that he's in a stage of life now where he's going to have a hard time. It's really rough to see a parent like that. My Dad was such a strong man who could do anything, reduced to his daughters helping him to the restroom... Life is just heartbreaking sometimes. We'll deal... the family is just going to have to stick together and all of us do what we can whenever we can. Mom is looking into some home health care, and of course there will be physical therapy. Hopefully that will do some good, just continue having my parents and family in your thoughts and prayers... every bit of positive energy and positive thoughts help... And thanks so much again.
I know, I'm tired of obscessing and writing about the family situation, and Dad's health, and you might be tired of reading it too. I know it's once again a "Depressing" subject, and I don't like to be depressing to my readers... If I have here or there, I've never meant to. It's just that I have to write what's on my shoulders at that moment. I promise to make you laugh later on when I get the chance, I will make it up to you guys :)
Trying to snap a few photos here and there to prepare for tommorrow's WWC (courtesy of our lovely Tink of Pickled Beef. This weeks's words are going to be "Narrow" and "Broad". You still have time to get in on it, go over to Tink's Blog for more info. Hopefully, this week I will get to enjoy and participate. Last week was the first time I did not participate since I started, due to Dad's hospitalization.
I did a great deal of people watching while I was hanging out around the hospital, though. And the longer you sit in there, the more tunnel vision you get, and you start to feel a little crazier than normal. People start to look funny, really funny. I found myself sitting and watching everyone's "strangeness". I couldn't help but to wonder, how on Earth could people look down their nose at anyone else, when we are all so ridiculous (looking & acting), and think that we have any room to be judgemental over anything. Next time someone thinks they can be a judge, or thinks something is too outlandish for them, or too stupid, or ridiculous, they should really take a look in the mirror. They would truly die laughing. It's every one of us... we're humans. Humans are hilarious... how have we not all become extinct from laughing ourselves to death??
See you guys tomorrow. Happy Manic Monday.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
This is good news, and I'm glad he won't have to be there longer than he has... Once again...
Friday, February 01, 2008
So, Wow! This has been quite a tiring week, and we've been wrapped up in our own little world being in and out of the I.C.U. with Daddy. Still, all the time I'm sorely aware that life goes on and our responsibilities don't just fade away because of our little wrinkle in time... I've been stressing a bit over worrying about not being at work to take care of my usual responsibilities. However, I know that Family is the most important thing, so I am trying to concentrate on that, and hold faith that I am always doing the right thing, because I am following my gut, doing what I feel is right... that's all we have in this lifetime folks... Our gut instinct. It's that little urge you have, or "inner voice" telling you what feels right, and what you should do. It's your higher self, listen to it. You know everything, and you have all the right answers, but you just have to look deep within yourself, and you have to realize them... that's all. It takes quiet time, and it takes fine tuning, and the ability to get deep (that combined usually with your chemical of choice--lol, j/k) Well, mostly... ha-ha.
No matter what happens, or what you're going through, the world continues to turn, and you're still running against the wind. You have to make THE MOST out of every second, every day... Just don't have any regrets. Whether that is reuniting with someone who you've had a disagreement with, or whether it is making up your very own "Things to do before I kick the Bucket" list (like the movie), or just spending time, taking the time to spread a little joy into the lives of those you love (like helping your family, or spending time with loved ones). Just do it... You don't know if you'll get the chance ever again. Opportunity can be a bitch, and it may or may not knock again... Seriously, whatever it is, do it... FOLLOW YOUR HEART (gut, intuition, etc).
I've made a lot of realizations and a great deal of spiritual progress (inner me stuff) lately... It's odd, just little things, I don't know if I will really go into them in detail. I may little by little, here or there... share a few of them with you. If I feel driven to do so... not tonight though, I am too tired and I only want to relax now and catch a few winks of shut-eye.
Before I do, I'll leave you with two things. First, an update on my Dad:
Cantankerous is not the word for Daddy... If you'd ever been his nurse, or doctor, aid or anything in the hospital environment, you would be fully ready to pass on and find yourself in the depths of hell (probably). He's just that rotten. Never has been a good patient anyways, but he makes them work for their paycheck and probably makes them second guess going in for their next shift. Still the people at the hospital he is in have been nothing but patient, and just as helpful as they could be.
Dad's cat scans continue to show no changes. This means no real improvement in his brain activity or the bleeding hasn't really stopped, but it has not worsened, and he's been doing o.k. So they scheduled him for an MRI tonight, which should show us more detail, and maybe give us the root of the problem there. Hopefully he will heal up, totally, and get a little physical therapy. They want to be sure he is able to get around and has functionality where he should, I assume. Then once they're satisfied he should hopefully get to come home soon. We're not given a day yet since they're still not sure about it all, but they're working on it. He's an old truck driver, probably just needs an oil change... right??
All in all, I think on how he just turned 80 years old in August and how many surgeries, mishaps and illness-related incidents he's survived, and he's still hanging in there... The world is a mystery, and we've been lucky so far. I tell him jokingly that he's "tougher than a mule's butt". Really the worst part of it all is how angry he's been getting at the fact that he can't come home yet. He's been yelling at people and acting agitated, which gets his blood pressure up, and that's not good. I try to help him calm down but he is who he is... but he's Dad. Guess he'll never change... Just hope Mom can stay strong through all this and get her strength back. She can't stop no matter how sick she is, but he never can realize that. Everyone send her your positive thoughts and prayers while your at it too, she could use all she can get... Once again thanks!!!
Lastly, I will leave you with this. They say that all guitar players usually start out with "Smoke on the Water", right? Just for some odd reason, it's the first song many people learn to play on guitar, etc... Hell I can even play it on Piano, but it is a simple song. I am a human jukebox though. However, this is quite a different slant on Smoke on the Water... All the way from the Orient, I bring you... Smoke on the Yangtze!!! LOL Enjoy!