Monday, March 31, 2008

Back From The Dead

Good morning! That's a simple, nice way of starting out our Monday, right? I was AWOL over the weekend. Yes, it's true. I tried to work on taxes, and still failed. Don't worry, although I hate pressure, I do my best work under pressure, so I'll get them done this week and that's my personal promise to me. It wasn't for lack of trying, I swear. I was stressed to the hilt. I know, I wasn't supposed to let anything get me that way. Still, I will feel much relief just to get them done.

So along with that, and spending some relaxation time with my husband, Sunday I was shell-bound and stricken with a "tension headache" I guess?? The kind that makes your whole skull ache, and your eyes can't stand the light... I don't know if it was a Migrane necessarily, but I layed in bed for the bulk of my Sunday, while even the Cat (who's famous for napping throughout the day) gave me some strange and curious looks. Finally feeling some better late in the day, I went to the grocery store, and managed to concoct dinner. I ended the day with a hot soak in Epsom Salts before retiring to bed for another nearly 8 hours of sleep.

So the weekend wasn't as productive as I had planned, but I guess sometimes your body just needs to shut down. I don't question it, I just do what I feel.

I thought I could use a Rockin start to my week, and maybe you might enjoy it too (those of you who like Classic Rock), so here's a little 'AC/DC' with 'Back In Black'!

Don't forget, tomorrow is Tuesday and that always means 'Weekly Words Challenge' with our fair blog sweetheart, Tink. Tink's words for this week are: "Shiny" and "Era". That should be interesting!

If you haven't joined the fun, go here to Tink's blog for details. Happy Snapping, and Happy Monday!

Feeling A Wreck

Oh and I totally forgot to tell about my 'near miss' this morning. I guess I was so busy thinking about the current issues of the day.

Without starting an "official rant" on Memphis drivers, I will just begin by saying that when coming off an interstate ramp, you are supposed to "Yield" to anyone in lanes that are already present on said road/highway/interstate.

First off, I was in the right hand lane having to pass some bozo who was going 20 MPH, and I was in a hurry (not that I was driving my most cautious either), but this freakazoid comes off the interstate ramp, and I have a feeling he was trying to beat me or something, he's plowing down through there, the person I am passing is on the left hand side, and I am trying to get past the exit ramp before he gets off, and he nearly causes a "Sandwich" collision. I have to honk my horn and cuss at the idiot. Guess he was determined to get off the interstate ramp at all costs, but I swear, he didn't even slow down or look like he was concerned that he was about to cause the wreck of the century. Seriously, WTF?!?

How I avoided the collision I have no idea, and I'm sure the person I was passing thought I was an asshole for passing them, and then getting in a near miss like that, but it was in my opinion, a great deal the responsibility of the asswipe who is exiting the ramp that he should have to Yield until it is his freaking turn to go.

People just piss me off on the road, every day it is something or someone who is driving with their head bumping their colon.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Not Necessarily Stoned, Even Less Beautiful

Words can't describe my feelings today, at this moment. I feel stressed, yet I still feel my inner voice saying "don't even sweat anything, it's all gonna pan out". I know that, still I really feel the treads of this long week... I'm still sweating taxes, family's expectations of things I gotta do, trying to keep up the pace and carry on the workload professionally. Everyone's been there at some point or another, and stressing doesn't get any of it resolved faster, so I'm gonna take my deep breath and chill.

{***deep breath***}

O.k... good (I guess).

Now, what do I blog about if I don't rant about being stressed at this moment? Because that's exactly what I was about to do!

No post yesterday, I was busy at work, then busy after work helping a friend with some computer "how to's"... so I got home late, got to bed late, then woke up late.

Waking up late screwed up our morning workout, Mr. J got screwed out of a good breakfast since I didn't 'fix eggs' for him. He ended up eating yogurt and almonds, and making me feel guilty about that (whether or not he did it intentionally).

My question is, why do I feel like I am the one who is expected to make the world spin around? Like everything is going to stop if I don't consistently "push" it so that it keeps moving along? Maybe it's genetic... after all Mom has made breakfast every single morning for Dad in all the years they've been married (with the exception of nowadays when he throws his fit for "Huddle House"). She caters to everything he needs, and I watched it all my life.

I don't consider myself being run over, and I like to take care of those that I love, but it would be nice if all the responsibilities of life didn't feel like they were on my shoulders. I'm just not the "June Cleaver" type, and I like my time to slack and do absolutely nothing too.

So today I had to feel guilty because I am still having trouble getting the taxes finalized, and that's not just me, I'm still waiting on some amended forms from my boss... And that I slept too late to make breakfast, and I just feel very tired and worn down.

It's really time for a get-away...

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Junk We All Treasure (WWC)

Wow what a day, I have been going non-stop since 'take-off' this morning. I haven't had time to stop and gather my thoughts and photos until now. It is WWC Time again! The Weekly Words Challenge is as always brought to us by our very own blogging "Treasure", Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words are "Junk" and "Treasure".

I have another slideshow for you this week! It is lengthier than the last couple, but I hope you will still enjoy. Once again, captions illustrate shots.

I had a very strange dream last night wherein I had uncontrollably long armpit hair. I am an AVID shaver... let me just say that. But in this dream, my armpits dangerously resembled Donald Trump's famous hairdo... I mean, I could literally lift the edge of it and it stayed together. I was highly embarrassed in the dream that my armpits were in such bad condition, but I don't remember what I did about it.

I have been really working on my dream work and trying to remember my dreams more lately, but sadly, this is the only detail that stands out in my mind about last nights dream adventures... I hardly call that any sort of a good dream. If I were to believe that our dreams were simply an alternate reality, instead of dream symbols and all that bull, I surely would write to my alternate self and suggest some extensive hair-care solutions!!! I mean that was just hideous!

Dream self, if you are reading this, or listening in, do us ALL a favor and learn about razors or at least Nair! I can't afford any lawsuits! (bad Trump hair joke).

Well that's all for today fine folks... Enjoy and watch for me tomorrow (Hump Day), I'm likely to be sneaking up behind you (hopefully with shaved pits) ! ;)

Monday, March 24, 2008

Cracked Eggs

Time to do the after-Easter feelings purge. I enjoyed going to Mom and Dad's, of course, I always do. However, it is stressful in a lot of ways. It seems like Mom and I always end up on the "What's going to happen once your Dad and I are gone" conversation, which I hate and dread, but I know that I have to be an "adult" and keep my head and make some decisions and hear her out. Still, it sucks nonetheless. Then there is Dad's current 'altered state of consciousness'. By that, I mean he's just in his own little world. He gets these weird thoughts in his head, and says all kinds of weird stuff now. He obsesses over certain things too... like if he gets an idea in his head, that's all he thinks about.

Currently (well for a while really), he has been completely obsessed with the idea that I should be on "The Grand Ole Opry". He thinks I should go there and sing the song "Daddy's Hands" by Holly Dunn, which I did for him on a recording once when my friend Kim and I went to Nashville for a weekend trip (a long time ago). He went into details telling me that I have to get there by 8:00--or rather, they opened the doors at 6:00, and go on by 8:00 I think, and that they will give me an instrument and provide an outfit as well.

Where this information comes from, I'm not entirely sure. Does he dream it up? Does he think that he knows it and is just making it up as he goes along? Is it coming from some other strange brain damage we're not aware of? Or is he continually having 'mini strokes' or something? It's scary to me.

Normally, I would be annoyed and sigh and tell him to stop bugging me about the Grand Ole Opry because I am not going to be a country singer and he should stop trying to rule my music tastes. But since the situation is different now, and the tables have turned, I am more the 'adult', and he's more of a child who doesn't think of normal things anymore... I can't really say anything to him. I can only sit back and try to agree, and do what I can to allow him to be happy. After all, he deserves that right?? He's lived over 80 years now and that has to account for something.

I have even entertained the idea of getting some friends with video equipment, and get some fellow musicians together (that are willing to assist), and making a "Staged Grand Ole Opry" and pretending that I really did it, then giving him the DVD... If he thinks it then maybe he can be happy. Once he said, "I wish you would go to the Grand Ole Opry before I die".

How on earth am I supposed to grin and bear all this talk of death and morbidity with a smile on my face?? Between Dad and his fuzzy pink Country Music star fantasies, and Mom and the Living Will Sessions, I feel like screaming sometimes. Then what do I do?? I go on my lunch break to Elmwood Cemetery to relax?? WTF?!? I have to admit it is relaxing for me (and I took a few photos again at lunch working towards tomorrow's WWC, for keywords "Junk" and "Treasure").

I know that death is a part of life, but it doesn't make things any easier to take. As the baby of the family, I never quite managed to, or even wanted to grow up. In fact, I still don't really intend on the "growing up" part, but it looks like I am going to have to pretend... Pretend. I can do that, I've been playing imaginary games and "Tend'n like" since we were small children. If I have my doubts, I will just look for council in the minds of our small youth, they have all the big answers to life's questions anyway.

So this morning, I awoke to another Monday trying to look forward to attempts to solve the week's issues. I have a few things that I MUST resolve this week, no lie. Gonna put one foot in front of the other until the mission is complete. Yeah, 'Jaxxx' has gotta "TCB". That's all I can do. No reason to worry about things I have no control over, if I do then I fear this egg will surely crack... Let's be honest, nobody wants to see that. ;)

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Easter Bunny Is Coming For You

Let's hope he's nothing like this! ha-ha! (Click here if you can't see the video below.)

I do hope that everyone had a good Good Friday ;) and hope you can enjoy your Easter weekend with good friends and family. I'm getting ready for family stuff myself, as it's a tradition down there and I don't like to let Mom down. Last time I missed a holiday at home (Mother's Day 1995, I went to Tampa to visit friends), and I have yet to live it down. So whad'aya gonna do.

Don't eat too much candy and make yourself sick, and I hope sincerely that you don't find any rotten eggs from last year's egg hunt(s). From personal experience, I can tell you that it is not pleasant! :)

Easter's "Best"

#1 - Best Mixed Coupling
Uh Oh!

#2 - Best All-Around Easter Bunny
Easter Bunny from hell

#3 - Best Dye Job

Well that's all folks!!! See everyone Post-Easter!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Tights and Memories

Remember all of our old 70s shows, there were a lot of them with Super Heroes it seemed. Such as the Bionic Woman, 6 Million Dollar Man (gee he's cheap by today's standards), The Incredible Hulk, and of course Wonder Woman.

I was reminded of the old Wonder Woman theme song today, and I just had to laugh!! Notice below the words in bold... lol! Here she is pictured below doing just that. In her satin tights, fighting for her rights, and that old red white and blue!!

Wonder Woman
by Norman Gimbel and Charles Fox

Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
All the world's waiting for you,
and the power you possess.

In your satin tights,
Fighting for your rights
And the old Red, White and Blue.

Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
Now the world is ready for you,
and the wonders you can do.

Make a hawk a dove,
Stop a war with love,
Make a liar tell the truth.

Wonder Woman,
Get us out from under, Wonder Woman.
All our hopes are pinned on you.
And the magic that you do.

Stop a bullet cold,
Make the Axis fall,
Change their minds, and change the world.

Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
You're a wonder, Wonder Woman.

So what were some of your favorite cheesy old hit shows??

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Blue Screen of Death

Hey guys, it's Thursday. I'm late posting, but oh well.

Don't forget tomorrow is Friday (even though it's a holiday HERE), go to WTF Friday and see what makes ya go "WTF?!?!?!". I haven't posted over there yet, and I might not get a chance to, but go read anyways. All the cool kids are doing it.

If you have ever had error messages, Microsoft complaints, problems, and Blue Screen of Death, then you will totally enjoy THIS COMMERCIAL >>

Remember, 'To Err is Human, to really screw things up, you need a computer!!' LOL


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Pump up the Volume!

Some days you just have to come in, slink into your chair, slip on your headphones and blast the volume... Drown it & them out... (Alllll the way out).

Woke up to rain this morning, which is always great in my book but not the 'driving in it' part. Especially in Memphis. Every road toad slinked along or stomped on breaks, basically asking for it accident-wise. My basic personal road philosophy (I adhere to whenever possible), is to try to keep a spot to myself where nobody is Hooooovering right next to me, and nobody's in front of me playing sitting duck, going 20 MPH and stomping brakes like grapes. And of course, I try not to have anyone riding my ass either... usually that's not much of a problem since most people who ride others' asses on the roads are the ones with death wishes so they go barrel-racing through the traffic-jammed rain-soaked streets like Mario Andretti on speed.

This morning was no different really, I got the people who took up the left hand lane for their brake-riding pleasures, and wouldn't get "over" to get off at their exit until the very last minute. Also, I got the people driving stupidly-expensive cars who decided to slow down and show off only when you got 'a little too close'. (Dudes we could care less about your stupid hot rods, and more about just trying to keep the flow of traffic and make it to work reasonably on time). GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!

It's useless to rant on like this because nobody ever really adheres to it, and the ones you are aiming at are not behind a computer, they're probably still on the road terrorizing everyone.

Otherwise, I had a very restful night's sleep, I felt like I did anyways. I took a Melatonin, and went to bed with my Moldavite (damn misspelled it the first time!) stone, hoping for some interesting effects. I really feel drawn to this stone, as I picked one up yesterday and decided to start doing some meditation and work with it. I'll keep you posted on any interesting developments or changes therein.

If you're not aware of it, I've been interested in and worked some with healing stones and crystals for a long time, I just rarely talk much about it (or any of my other metaphysical/otherworldly junk). I doubt folks are much interested in that, but if you are, feel free to send me an e-mail about it. Only if you feel enlightened and drawn to do so, not just to write and tell me how "Hokie" I am, I don't really care.

So now, I'm sitting back, clearing my head, gonna enjoy my tunes, relax and let it all flow. Today's a great day to follow that old small-stuff rule, don't you think? You know it, surely. If not, it goes a little something like this:

Rule #1: Don't sweat the small stuff.

Rule #2: It's all small stuff.

Think of that as you go on about your daily tasks today, and also I'll leave you with this link (It's a free gift from me!!). [Read this it's a damn good article!!]-->

Dont Sweat The Small Stuff When So Much Else Matters.

Hang in there! Everything works itself out, and always for the greater good... remember that. Lots of love from your Aunt Jackie!!!

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Foreign or Domestic? (WWC)

Tuesdays are better than Mondays in a lot of ways... It's one day closer to the weekend, and usually a little more relaxed for me around here. But of course, each Tuesday we always look forward to the
Weekly Words Challenge, with the lovingly domesticated (I'm sure) Tink of Pickled Beef. (Tink, don't you love everyone's weekly descriptions for you? :)

WWC is widespread these days, and if you haven't checked it out or participated, and you would like to, go here for details. It's funtabulous!

Anyways, just a note-This week I don't have that many to report, so I will not be putting them in slide show format. But don't dismay... I will try to put up a new and exciting slide show next week. So I have only 6 entries for today's WWC. This week's Keywords are "Foreign" and "Domestic". So here you go!

Reflections captured in this neon-outlined Domestic beer sign.

Vikram is Foreign (although we've domesticated him quite a bit!).

I know you see me post photos of Trolleys in a lot of entries, and that's because they are abundant in the downtown area, as the Main Street Trolley System, has a good piece of history. You may or may not know, the Trolleys of Memphis are indeed "Foreign", as they are comprised principally of (refurbished) cars, which used to operate in Oporto, Portugal and Melbourne, Australia (anywhere from 1909 - 1939). So there you go, a bit of Trolley history.

A very handsome domestic horse, nibbling on some hay.

And AJ's own "Sal" is so domestic he thinks he's actually human (of course!).

Join us again next week, as Tink has set the keywords of "Treasure" and "Junk". Those should be a blast... Have a fantastic Tuesday.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Copy Cat

I've been trying to make my rounds, and catch up. I bet some of you think I'm extremely neglectful, yet a big whiner when I don't get visits or comments. Well, I used to but I got burned for "overly" reaching out to friends here and there in the past, and liking people... Wasn't the liking people I guess, it was more the "letting them know" that you thought they were even remotely cool. I digress (no need to get into anything like that again, even though it was senseless and I still do not understand it).

At any rate, I visited Cyndi's place (you know over the rainbow. That was a long trip!!). She stole it from Janet's so I will give it a whirl too!

If you give it a Whirl, then just Copy and paste, substitute your name and first letter for the answers. See what you come up with!

What is your name……..........Jacqueline
4 Letter word………………………… Jock
Boy Name……………………………… Jack (my Dad I had to give props)
Girl Name……………………………… Jessica
Alcoholic Drink……………………… J├Ągermeister
Occupation……………………………… Jeweler
Something you wear………………… Jewelry
Celebrity………………………………… Johnny (Depp)
Food……………………………………… Jelly
Something found in a bathroom… Jacuzzi (i wish!)
Reason for being late……………… Jerk-off (lol!)
Cartoon Character…………………… Jerry
Something you shout……………… Jackass!!!
Animal…………………………………… Jackyl
Body part………………………………… Johnson (hee hee)
Word to describe you……………… Jacquelicious!!!

O.k. well I did alright. Cut me some slack!! ;)

Don't forget Tuesday is the WWC with the sweet-as-sugar Tink of Pickled Beef, and this week's words will be "Domestic" and "Foreign". I hope I make it.

Another Monday Slips Away

Are you wearing your green today?? It's St. Patty's Day, you need the Luck of the Irish. I've never quite understood that because I'm Irish (mostly), and I have usually had crappy luck. But don't let that stop YOU. If you're not wearing green today, consider yourself Pinched by your Aunt Jackie ;)

Mondays can be frustrating, fuzzy and sometimes funny I guess. I just thought I would try to help make yours a little funnier. Here is something that mainly people who have been in Customer Support or Technical Support-type roles will totally understand:

These calls usually come in on Mondays...

Helpdesk: What kind of computer do you have?
Customer: A white one...

Customer: Hi, this is Celine. I can't get my diskette out.
Helpdesk: Have you tried pushing the button?
Customer: Yes, sure, it's really stuck.
Helpdesk: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note ."
Customer: No ... wait a minute... I hadn't inserted it yet... it's still on my desk..... Sorry!

Helpdesk: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.
Customer: Your left or my left?

Helpdesk: Good day. How may I help you?
Male customer: Hello... I can't print.
Helpdesk: Would you click on start for me and...
Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates.

Customer: Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try, it says 'Can't find printer'. I've even lifted the printer & placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says it can't find it...

Customer: I have problems printing in red...
Helpdesk: Do you have a color printer?
Customer: Aaaah....................Thank you.

Helpdesk: What's on your monitor now ma'am?
Customer: A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me in the supermarket.

Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore.
Helpdesk: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?
Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.
Helpdesk: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.
Customer: Okay.
Helpdesk: Did the keyboard come with you?
Customer: Yes.
Helpdesk: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard?
Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Ah...that one does work!

Helpdesk: Your password is the small letter a as in apple, a capital letter V as in Victor, & the number 7.
Customer: Is that 7 in capital letters?

A customer couldn't get on the Internet:
Helpdesk: Are you sure you used the right password?
Customer: Yes I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it.
Helpdesk: Can you tell me what the password was?
Customer: Five stars.

Helpdesk: What anti-virus program do you use?
Customer: Netscape.
Helpdesk: That's not an anti-virus program.
Customer: Oh, sorry...Internet Explorer.

Customer: I have a huge problem. A friend has put a screensaver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears!

Helpdesk: How may I help you?
Customer: I'm writing my first e-mail.
Helpdesk: OK, and, what seems to be the problem?
Customer: Well, I have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the circle around it?


Now, we keepers of the 5 day, Monday through Friday workweek know all-too-well the feelings illustrated in this Very Quick Hilarious little video. In fact, I feel this way every Friday and Monday!!!

All in all, today hasn't been the worst Monday by any means. I have not had any irritating drivers, I have sailed through my workload relatively unscathed, and all feels pretty positive. So that makes me happy. I'm glad you all enjoyed my Psych quiz from yesterday, and just shows you that I trust you all enough to let you know that I am somewhat off my rocker, right?? That should make YOU feel good too! That's really all I have to say today... so:


Sunday, March 16, 2008

What Condition My Condition Is In

Who's crazy?? Of course I'm crazy... what did you think?

Saw this test over at Furtheron's Blog. Pretty interesting. Of course I already knew I had "issues", but who doesn't? That is if you buy into the importance of any of the psychological conditions... I think they are conditions, but just like everything else in life, it's all for a reason, and I think the craziest people in the world have an advantage, they just happen to be more enlightened! They know something the rest don't... But that's neither here nor there. Have a peek and enjoy my condition(s):

Personality Disorder Test Results
Paranoid |||||||||||||||| 66%
Schizoid |||||||||||||| 54%
Schizotypal |||||||||||||||||| 78%
Antisocial |||||||||||| 50%
Borderline |||||||||||||||||| 74%
Histrionic |||||||||||||||||||| 86%
Narcissistic |||||||||| 38%
Avoidant |||||||||| 34%
Dependent |||||||||||||||| 66%
Obsessive-Compulsive |||||| 30%
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Other than that, we got things ready yesterday for Mr. J's big barbecue, he smoked some ribs and all, I cleaned house, prepared and then what happened?? His family and friends didn't even show. One had mistaken the day, one was going to a wedding (he neglected to inform about when being invited by Mr. J), one just opted to hit up the strip club (where he was going to blow his money & still not get laid, please be honest with yourself) instead of coming over for free food and good times with his pal. The family just sort of flopped on him. The only people that did show were our Drummer and his girlfriend (Memphis photographer and actress, Meggy).

So we sat around, ate good food and had good times then just the four of us. Even they thought it was shitty that none of his friends showed that he invited.

All's well that ends well I always say, and on that note the weekend is coming to a close once again and I am staring another Monday straight in the eyeballs. However, due to "Good Friday", it is a four-day week... Easter Bunny is visiting this weekend, so that means visiting home and seeing which family members even make it for the holiday, which is dwindling steady by year as well. Life happens, so what can you do...

Have a safe week everyone. -AJ x

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Long Day Over

It's been a long day here in the Forrest. Still going through a lot of energy shifting, and I've been studying on some things... I'll discuss maybe later.

Short post, basically I cleaned up a little, we went to the grocery store to get ingredients for a cook-out, began preparations for that, I made spaghetti for dinner, sat around trying to catch up on some blog stuff. (Which by the way it's 'code bizarro' for those who understand, just FYI).

Now, I'm getting ready to hit the sack, a little earlier than I normally would on a Friday night, I'm just tired and I'd like to try some Out of Body work... if I can relax and clear my head that is. Harder for me than most people for some reason, I have such a chaotic, loud mind. Any tips on quieting my mind so I could meditate would be greatly appreciated.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... AJ

Friday, March 14, 2008

Toilet Humor and TGIF

Well we have almost won the war with the week... (lots of W's huh). Things have been a little better each day this week, but it has still seemed like an extra-long hellish week to me... I've felt worn out. I'm glad it's nearly Friday.

This week's Weirdness story, which I put up for WTF Friday, is a very freakish story, one of the most senseless and weird I've heard in a while, the Women who spent two years on her boyfriend's toilet, and became fused to the toilet seat. Very interesting, read it there or go over to WTF Friday and read that and more great oddities from all my buddies.

People are nuts I tell you and you never know when they (or you yourself) might snap. Getting stuck to a toilet is only dangerous to oneself but still, something had to be horribly wrong with the lady. And ALSO, my legs go to sleep if I sit on one for more than 10 minutes (which would only happen if I were into a very interesting article, or playing Traffic Mayhem on my cellphone). But 2 YEARS!?!? Geezuzz. Yeah, I know it is only toilet 'humor' if you are sick enough to laugh at the lady (like me), but hell it's twisted and totally ignorant. Plus, the boyfriend...what's wrong with that dude anyway... why did it take him 2 years to call the cops? Nutbags.

Well this was just a quickie, as I wanted to share that weird story and also remind everyone about WTF Friday... I'll be back tomorrow with more delicious fun! TGIF Everybody!

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Aaarrgh... I've been wanting to post all day, and never been able to sit down and get to it. Started to earlier, got interrupted. Just one of those days. I thought about not posting at all, since I really didn't have anything worthy to talk about, but still, here I am.

Started the day, running late as usual, stuck on the interstate for a bit due to an accident that turned some sort of blue S.U.V. into an accordion. Then finally, made it in to our friendly neighborhood parking garage.

Went to lunch, kind of had a meditation (of sorts) in the car, and had some sort of emotional over-spill, resulting in a mood lift and a huge energy-shifting, or release or something... I am speaking spiritually of course, something to do with my energies and my intuition. Because after that, I spent the afternoon buzzing and feeling very flushed and connected to the cosmos... My poor frustrated guides at work, as usual, I'm sure! :)

And so here we are, end of the evening and I'm trying to force myself to go to bed. Just watched the "South Park" episode from tonight where Cartman gets AIDS from a Tonsillectomy, which was o.k. I guess. Earlier, I watched "Ghost Hunters" (one of my favorite shows).

That's about it for tonight I guess. I just want to make a quick note that although I have posted a few lately, I may or may not have been by all your blogs as I should, but it's been busy at work, and then home so I plan on getting around to comment and visit you all asap!! Please don't put me on the shitlist if I haven't been by, I totally haven't meant to neglect anyone.

See what we can work up for tomorrow, Thursday... we're steadily making it through the week... Sweet Dreams. -AJ

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Paper or Ceramic? (WWC)

I'm still feeling bitchy today, and severely wanted to get out and kick the ass of a fellow driver this morning right near my garage. I swear, the bitch pulled out right in front of me as I was coming through a green light (nearly causing a wreck). Obviously, she did it to be an asshole. I honked at her loudly, she had Florida tags (so stupid drivers aren't confined to just Memphis). Then I cussed at her all the way down the street because at a red light, I needed to turn and she was conveniently blocking me after her assholy maneuver. She appeared to realize I was cussing her (condemning her to eternal damnation as I was), and she shook her stupid head rapidly while mouthing something apparently back at me. In turn I flipped her off as we left the light. I know this is terrible energy, but I am severely far from being grounded and positive so far this week. I will just have to plead forgiveness to the cosmos later maybe during a bubble bath. Gahd! Why does it seem that every person I come in contact with lately seems to be either an idiot or a total asshole?

My apologies for the rant, I had to get that off my chest because between the Religious Harassment Brigade, the constant phone calls from people trying to sell something, beg or simply harass, and the army of brain-dead drivers, I can't contain the rage... They picked the wrong week... and everyone from here on out, better tread with extreme caution.

O.k. enough of that, I'm sure you don't enjoy hearing me rage on. This is WWC day! The Weekly Words Challenge is always brought brilliantly to us by The Supa-fly Tink of Pickled Beef. Visit her blog for info on how to join us and our fun.

The words for this week were "Paper" and "Ceramic"... let my slide show do the talking... and enjoy your day, hopefully rage-free from this point on.

**Special note, today is Jolie's birthday... Happy Birthday Jolie (R.I.P). We love you and always will miss you so much! x

Monday, March 10, 2008

After the Fall

Oh I have not been in the best of spirits last night nor this morning, a melancholy seems to have set in. I don't know exactly why. Partially, it was our snow flying in and out so quickly, not staying nearly long enough. Then I've just been thinking on family, and missing old times with them again.

The Daylight Savings Time phenomenon sucks big time, and screwed me up some. So Monday morning broke in like a burglar stealing my peace of mind. Went to work out, and that went o.k., but then I got back and had like barely enough time to throw together and get back to work. So there I am, eating oatmeal in the bathtub, feeling like shit and wishing it was still Friday.

The normal amount of assholes were out and about on the roads this morning, so I had my share of little road rages. Got to work, and felt so totally unproductive to say the least. I managed to accomplish on thing, then I ran out to lunch (my the day passes quickly), and I decided I needed to run home on my lunch break, so I quickly grabbed a Chicken sandwich from Wendy's, and a Diet Coke, and took it to the house.

While I am trying desperately to enjoy a few moments of peace, in mid-bite, the doorbell rings. I decided not to answer it, and it's usually something odd when someone rings the doorbell anyways, so I ran to hide in sanctity of my bathroom until I thought they were gone, then I cautiously peeked out the window. Lo and behold, waddling down the street are two apparent "Jehovah's Witnesses". Oh my gawwwd... don't get me started on this stuff. I may have to make a separate post one day about these religious groups and their "friendly visits". Jesus!!! (I think even HE would be annoyed these people).

Long story short, I can't stand being irritated and pounced upon by people in the privacy of my own home. Is nothing sacred anymore?? No, I know the answer to that already... And as old "Norm" from Cheers said it best, "It's a Dog Eat Dog World, and I'm Wearin Milk Bone Underwear." Rock on Norm.

The rest of you, enjoy my March 2008 Snow Photos Slideshow.

So don't forget, tomorrow is WWC with Tink, and our keywords are 'Ceramic' and 'Paper'. Should be great as always. Visit Tink's blog if you want info and wanna join.

See you Tuesday my friends.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Snow Watch

Upon waking this morning, and now, listening to the wind blow outside as I wait for this first and most likely last snowfall of the season, I feel about 5 years old again.

I remember lying in bed, way before daylight, and hoping like crazy that I wouldn’t have to move and that the schools would be closed that day. Back then, we got more snow than we seem to get nowadays but still, it was a rare jewel that we treasured. So impatiently, I waited beneath those warm covers made of wool blankets and comforters (Mom always put so many covers on the bed, afraid someone would ‘catch a chill’ because it was way colder for them growing up, and she meant to make sure her children never had to be cold, or do without.)

Laying there, so impatiently, I was glued to a small radio with crossed fingers, hoping to hear my school announced in the listing of School closures. I could hear the winds outside, and there was already snow on the ground. When they finally announced my school, I was too overjoyed to go back to sleep, and elated knowing that I had the entire day to play.

When I was growing up, we lived out in the country on ten acres. My father, the most resourceful man who always created many toys and gadgets to keep us entertained, used to attach the sled to the back of his old tractor. Mom bundled me up in this thick goose-down coat with some sort of fluffy fur-like material all around the collar, and it would zip-up all the way around my face (sort of like Kenny on South Park), just a few more layers, a scarf and some mittens (don't forget the ear-muffs), and my snow shoes and I was ready. I plowed out across the driveway to join my father on his tractor. I can still hear the engine roar, and smell the scent of tractor smoke (very distinct smell), as he took off down that snow-covered pasture.

He would drive me around all over our place for what seemed like hours looking back, it probably wasn’t as long. My frozen face slapped by the frigid winds, and probably a dog or two following us around and maybe even riding on the sled with me. Finally, he would drive back up the driveway, park the tractor, and we would go inside to Defrost. (Not before my Dad and I would engage in a bit of a snowball fight though (which I tried to continue even in later years, but he didn’t seem as responsive then).

Mom pulled the frozen garments over my frosty face, static cling the hair, and then served up the best hot cocoa in the world… Real hot cocoa, made with milk, sugar and Hershey’s Cocoa powder. I remember getting mad, though, when she would give me a cup that had scum collected on it because it gagged me. Then when we were warm and full of cocoa, we would be back outside taking advantage of every second of snow we could, because we didn’t know when we would get the next.

Many people grew up in the climates where snow was a given and harsh winters made life almost unbearable I guess, and for those people, I can certainly understand that they might grow tired of the shoveling, and the cold, especially when life goes on as normal because it is so common.

But somewhere down south, in a little sleepy town where the streets roll up at sundown, and some places still close up on Sundays, and if they get a couple of inches they close up shop, and everyone knows everybody else’s business, a very loving couple who only wanted to give their children more than they had growing up showed us how to live and enjoy the little things, a simple snowman, a ride on the sleigh, how to make snow ice cream (even though you shouldn’t eat the very first snow because it would give you a sore throat). But mostly, they showed us love… and that kept us warmest of all. Thanks Mom and Dad.

[Don't forget today is WTF Friday!! Go Read!!!]

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Sometimes It Snows In March

Would be better if I could say "April" in honor of the Prince song, but that's o.k.

Everybody knows I have been begging and pleading with the gods of snow to bless our [fair?] City... to no avail. Couldn't have a white Christmas, nothing throughout the main part of the winter season. But now, it looks like Jack Frost has finally coordinated with his Travel agent, and decided to come visit the home of the Blues, Mud and Barbecue (yes, Memphis-I know you thought it was the home of Shootings, Stabbings and rape-and yes, it is all that and more, but for historic-value, hang with me).

We are officially under a "Winter Storm Warning". It isn't scheduled to crank up until the a.m. hours, but still!!--->

" Winter Storm Warning!!






I finally have extreme hope that I get to build a snowman before winter hits the wall and gives birth to spring. Please send out special vibes, prayers, or positive thoughts that this actually comes through for me. I only ask for this one good snow, then I will be o.k. with spring rolling in. Just ONE little snow day... at least. I think I deserve that much.

Everyone with me?? And hey, you know I'll take some cool snow pics to share, so it will benefit us all. Cross your fingers!!! LET IT SNOWWWW!!!

A good word of advice though, if you are ever in the Memphis area during inclement weather of any kind, it is well advised that you stay off of the roads, as Memphis turns into an official demolition derby at the sight of even 1 flake, and sometimes even in heavy rain, and of course ice. Just stay put wherever you are, I say do not brave Memphis streets in any sort of bad conditions... For the sake of you and those you love. :)

Signing out, Jackie Frost.

The Courage To Play

I'm feeling so serious today, and I don't like it. I am of the ambition to never take myself or anything to seriously, and usually I do alright. But for today, I'm not sure what's gotten into me. I've been overly worried about things I have no control over, and letting things bother me that shouldn't. Things that are going to happen no matter what, and the thing for me to do is to learn the lessons from it, and to endure. Worrying isn't going to help, or get anything accomplished except for aging and stress.

The best thing to do when we feel these bouts of worry coming on is to make some time for yourself to do things that bring you ultimate joy, whatever that is. For me, it's music and art, although I find it challenging to relax, calm down or meditate long enough to get into this, with so much "busyness" buzzing through my head. In thinking on that, I happened upon my Horoscope for today.

"Instead of concentrating on your desire for personal love, shift your thinking into the higher realms of spirituality. Find something that touches your soul and connects you to the beauty of the cosmos. Organized ritual can work for some, yet reflective meditation may be better for others. Even a few minutes of solitude can provide a chance to hear your own inner voice."
By Rick Levine Thursday, March 6, 2008

Makes a lot of sense to me, and even if you don't get into 'horoscopes', you can't deny that it's still a good message. It really hit the nail on the head with how much trouble I have keeping focused on the positive, more important things, and my inability to just let go and ascend to something higher, deeper and more meaningful. Hearing our own inner voice is very important because that's the only one who's knowledge or advise we should be taking. Anyone else's thoughts or opinions should not move our own.

I know that my creative endeavors are the best way for me to go "within", and to do anything like this I have to remind myself that I cannot take anything too seriously. I have to keep a sense of life's grand folly. As well, it is best to hold on tight to that inner child too, that's where the truth of the world comes shining through.

Therefore, I'd like to share this publication I receive twice-weekly from Robert Genn (The Painter's Keys), which I find is an inspirational piece for anyone needing a lift or boost in their creative endeavors, or in life... Please read and enjoy, and I hope that you come that much closer to 'Awakening to Your Life's Purpose'.

In his latest book, "A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's
Purpose," Eckhart Tolle discusses how the human mind is almost
constantly engaged in private thoughts. These inner rumblings
reflect our personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. To
function properly as a creative person, an artist must divorce
himself from some of this clutter and begin a process of
rebirth into another mode. "Even though people may travel,"
says Eckhart Tolle, "they tend to remain where they have always
been--in their head."

Early yesterday morning, my daughter Sara and I were painting
at the end of the Laniloa Peninsula, Oahu, Hawaii. From a
parked car nearby, a young man in a white shirt and tie watched
her out of the corner of his eye. As I passed by, he rolled
down his window and said, "That girl just took out a canvas and
started painting. She hardly drew things out at all." The
fellow and I struck up a conversation. He turned out to be a
Teaching Assistant from the nearby Brigham Young University at
La'ie. He was "having a quiet read and some meditation."

I told him the girl was my daughter and that she was working
"alla prima--all at once." Then he said, "It looks quite a lot
like play." Later, when Sara and I were going over our day's
efforts, we agreed the young man had got to the truth of the
matter. As far as plein air painting is concerned, play has its
own methodology:

Feel and relish the environment.
Get into a "be here now" state of mind.
Start your work anywhere.
Look cleanly and with an uncluttered mind.
Be joyous and unencumbered in your stroke.
Work everywhere at once when you can.
Try to leave your strokes alone.
Do not labour or think too much.
Don't sweat the small stuff.
Let the painting tell you what it needs.
Though it may be small, make your picture big.
Without being a wimp, serve your subject.
Don't verbalize your sight--sense the being.
Surrender to earth's beauty and wisdom.
If you make errors, fix them in good humour.
Be suspicious of what you've been told, how you ought to do
things, and what you ought to think.

Best regards,


PS: "Van Gogh didn't say, 'That's just an old chair.' He
looked, and looked, and looked. He sensed the Beingness of the
chair." (Eckhart Tolle)

Esoterica: The plein air act requires a mental transformation
and a shift in consciousness. Playful looseness is a virtue.
Running on old methodologies or rigid game-plans can be
detrimental. Sara and I both remarked on the value of
amateurism. Amateurism can induce clear sight and creative
optimism. At least you are not held in check by a lot of stuff
you already know.

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Glass And Stone (late WWC)

Happy Hump day everybody... I trust your Wednesdays are going well. As promised, here is my WWC entry for this week. The WWC, is brought to us by The very glassy Classy Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words, as you can see were "Glass" and "Stone".

I'm keeping with my slide show method, which seems to be working out rather well. You must have guessed that with one of the keywords being "Stone" that it would take me back to Historic Elmwood Cemetery once more. I have so many photos from there already, but I took this batch specifically for WWC... Hope you like.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008


I was so busy yesterday that I didn't get to put up any Monday post, but don't worry, all is o.k. Rest assured, I am merely in Snapdragon mode this week. Right?? :)

Today is Weekly Words Challenge with Tink, as is every Tuesday, but due to my impish snapdragons, I am delayed. I have photos but they are on another computer and I won't be able to access them and finish up until tomorrow morning. So I am going to be a day late with my WWC... My apologies. I don't like being late, but I find that it happens to me quite often!

We got a little snow in the area today, don't be mistaken, it was barely noticeable, a few flakes here and there, and it hasn't accumulated yet. I was really crossing my fingers and begging the gods to just send it down. This will be the last chance we get you know, and albeit that it is March 4th and it's the first time I've seen any flakes this whole season (which is completely bogus and sucks), and will likely be the only one. Sure it's freezy today but it is supposed to be back in the 60s tomorrow. What kind of shit is that?? The BULL kind if you ask me.... I really need to live in Alaska or somewhere. What am I doing in this sweaty-river-hellhole??? :O

Ok, well there you go. All is o.k. here, I'm around and I will be posting my WWC tomorrow (Wednesday) instead of today... please come back and check it out if you like the photos, and I'll treat you to a story maybe sometime later in the week... Any ideas on what kind of story you'd like to hear from your good ol' Aunt Jackie??

Sunday, March 02, 2008

What Day Is It?

Gahhd. It's Sunday. Sundays always depress me. I've been fighting a headache, and trying to get pumped up enough to go down and visit Mom and Dad today. Fact is, it takes me soo much emotional energy to go there now, but I miss home so badly every day. When I go there, though, it's not "home" like I knew it, because it's changed so much with all of the pain, illness and heartache. Once again, I guess it is totally true "You Can't Go Home Again." It's sad.

So I got the house clean, went out and attempted to socialize with friends, came home and crashed out, woke up and cooked lunch for Mr. J. Now, still trying to eyeball the tax problem, and I dread it with every inch of my body (and that's a friggin lot!) Oh well.

"What Day Is It?" I wish we didn't have to know that, what is this ridiculous concept of time we have scratched out for ourselves anyway? If we wanted to be slaves, we have certainly put ourselves in that position. There is no time, yet we have figured out a way to fashion these evil clocks that rule over us with an iron thumb. These days of the week, months that turn into years only to fool us into thinking we are old and getting older, hurdling towards death?? Death doesn't really exist. We just give these thoughts and fears power... We won't even realize what the hell happened, we'll just wake up in a whole new dimension... Gotta be cooler than this ride huh.

Get ready, here comes "Monday".

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Through The Fog

As Mr. J and I were coming back from having a bite to eat last night, we were immersed in a blanket of heavy fog, could barely see the road, and of course this condition only made bigger assholes out of the other drivers. Ah well, still foggy as far as I know. Our weather sucks... at least last year we got the ONE little snow albeit in February, was our first and last. This year it looks like I am not even going to get a flake. I am living in the wrong area of the country. I know, most people hate snow. I don't though, I miss it very badly. Why can't it snow here!!!?!? All we get is shitty fog and rain.

In other news, Mike Myers is coming out with a new movie, entitled "The Love Guru" it should be out June 20th. I cannot wait! I love practically everything Mike Myers has ever done! This looks to be quite funny... Check out the trailer.

Oh, and Happy March everybody!