Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Let My Voice Be Heard?

Dear Blog Readers,

It is April 30th, that means I have SUCCESSFULLY completed the NaBloPoMo challenge for 30 posts in 30 days. The April theme was "Letters", as you may or may not recall. I did my best to make most of my posts about letters, or something related to that... using my own creative license. Thanks to everyone who read with me through April, and reads and comments too, I always welcome newcomers, and want my regular 'blog family' to know how much they are appreciated!

So tomorrow begins May and I have decided to try to participate in the MAY edition... May's theme is going to be "Voices". This opens up quite interesting possibilities. I could include sound clips of things, or I could creatively interpret voices in my writings, OR--now get this, ORRR I could actually put in podcasts of my voice reading out my content.

So what do you think?? Are you ready for May NaBloPoMo?? It will be "31 posts in 31 Days"... Can I get an A-men?? :)

Love,
Aunt Jackie

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

One With Water (WWC)

You have plenty to read and catch up on, so while you're here take a load off and stay for a bit, relax and read some of my latest entries, which are actual excerpts from my journal (age 14). Yes, you get to peek into the mind of the teen-Aunt-Jackie... it's going to get even more fun... so stick around.

First, take a look at today's Weekly Words Challenge! Brought to us as always by our friend Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words were "One" and "Water". Off you go!! Watch the slideshow, then enjoy a good read.


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The Wonder Years, 'AJ Style'

Next up, of course is Weekly Words Challenge, brought to us by the uber-awesome Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words are "One" and "Water"... check back for it right after these uninhibited teen thoughts by Jackie!

That's right, it's time for more 14-year-old Jackie Journals... I'm skipping around tonight, and bringing to you Journals #5 & #7. Here goes.

Jackie's Private Journal - Entry #5 - 3/26/85

O.k., sorry I skipped a while.

Today I did an unusual thing. I pierced my own ears a second time!!! I was fooling with my ears and just pierced 'em. Now I have 2 holes in each ear. I couldn't believe myself! I like them though.

Mom didn't make a big deal but Dad hated it!!!! It didn't really hurt but about like the gun. I'm satisfied. I may

I may consider liking Ken* again but I'm not sure. I'll decide later and report. he's had a collapsed lung, he's so little well not really but he's got a thin chest y'know. Ken isn't really that good looking but he's nice. But if I like him again, he'll get married. Greg did, Roger did and he would too. I could fix it though. Ha! Ha!

Sometimes I think god doesn't want this for me but then he could be trying to protect me from it but I'd rather go on + make my mistakes. I'll get whoever I want though.

I get what I want if I want it bad enough!! That's a promise.

If I want something bad enough I think I'd get nerve to do it. I pierced my Ears, didn't I?

Well Gotta Go!

LyLy(ourself),
Jac

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Jackie's Private Journal - Entry #7 7/13/85

Look I know I haven't written in a long time but I just haven't been in the mood to write. No This past week is when Vickie** went to Hawaii. All the kids*** were down this week. Now I can describe how I feel:

Not very excited 1st of all. I missed Duran Duran on Live Aid (A TV. Special).

I'm also hot right now. A little restless. I'm just not excited. This day has only had one moment.

it was when I saw a pretty good looking guy in a sports car and he gave me a pretty interesting look! (And I gave him a pretty good stare myself!) Not REAL exciting!

What I really feel right now is the need for excitement. There hasn't been any of that lately since I've turned 15 actually. So it's sort of a restlessly bored mood but I think the tides can change that. I hope I'm in a different mood tomoro. I mean I get to drive in a couple of weeks. It's just I'm not able to get out and excite myself... like that brief stare into the eyes of that guy today, that excited me. I'm more into guy scouting now than I used to be. I used to have dumb crushes and nothing more. Now I think I'm ready for more excitement and I've decided to go for it!!

Till next time,
Jac


Notes: Keep in mind when reading, I was raised very 'southern Baptist', and overprotected too.

I try to cite the entries as close as possible, except I can't abide some of the spelling, so I find myself correcting the spelling. I leave as much as my OCD will let me though. lol

Also, please excuse all the repititititition and the overuse of exclamation points... teenagers use a lot of exclamation points.

Legend for these entries:
*Ken = Ken Coleman (Childhood Crush), you can read about Ken in Close Encounters of the Dork Kind. In this journal entry, Ken had recently been in an accident and ended up with a collapsed lung.

**Vickie = My sister, a.k.a. "Nana", she is mentioned in multiple entries throughout the blog.

***The Kids = "The Kids" is what I have always referred to my nieces Stacey and Kristie. It began as a small child when Mom and Vickie would refer to them as 'The Kids' and I repeated it, it stuck... even now.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Regarding Magic

I believe in magic... depending on what your idea of magic is, and your views on life. I believe anything is possible. Life is hard sometimes, but if you hang in there, and trust yourself and follow your heart Magic is going to find its way to you in some form or another. All you have to do is "look"... it's all about how you see things.

Well, since I was a small child, I have been an avid believer of magic and also a relentless advocate of staying childish, and never getting "too big for your britches" (so-to-speak). Adulthood is all fine and good, but I always preach smelling the roses, and never letting life get you down to the point you lose touch with your own inner child, and "Magic".

So when we were little kids, my nieces (Stacey and Kristie, they were the first before anyone else), we were all close in age... We would go into the back yard with spoons out of the Kitchen drawer. Then, much to my Mother's dismay, we would dig... and dig... and dig.

What were we digging for?? A Magic Wand.

I always told Stacey and Kristie, "Keep digging! We're going to find this magic wand, and then we will be able to have anything we want, and we will be able to make everything perfect."

And so we dug, and dug. We never dug up an actual magic wand, but I am certain that the magic within our child-hearts stirred up quite a wonderful spell... I still catch glimmers of it sometimes, when the spring breeze blows through, or a 'butterfly passer-by' happens, per chance, to fly by and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

So, I heard about this website on the radio the other day, it's called SMITH Magazine (Everyone Has A Story). They're putting together books of people's Memoirs. But get this, they're all "6 Word Memoirs". I decided to join in the fun... Here's mine... just that same little girl, still looking for the magic... Who are you?


Click pic to visit actual page

"Still Searching For That Magic Wand" it says... And I am.

So tonight, when I get home, I will post more of my Teenage Journal Entries... Don't worry, they get even better... so if you haven't enjoyed reading yet, hopefully you will like some of the upcoming ones. So come back later for that... Happy Monday!

Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Sunday Funday Rundown

It's raining here today, and I was planning to visit my Mom and Dad but got a late start, had to go to the grocery store first, and then cook late breakfast. With the rain (supposed to be happening all day pretty much), I'll probably put off until next weekend when I can maybe plan a better visit and spend more time.

Upon returning from the grocery store, we had a "Wasp Catastrophe". While Richie and I were putting away the groceries, I spotted a wasp hanging out on the curtain. (If you never knew this about me, just know that I have an intense wasp phobia that stems from childhood and includes any flying 'stinging' type insect).

"Oh F****** J**us G*d!!!" I shout, and go darting out the door.

This leaves Richie looking around going "WTF?!?!". He says "W**t is it?"

I scream "WAAAAASSSPP!!!!" lol Then Richie comes running out the door too. Then I pretty much tell him that there's no way I can bend on this issue, he has to go in and take care of the situation. So he goes in, and refuses to go near enough to the wasp to get the 'Wasp Spray' out of the cabinet, so as soon as he found where the wasp had landed, and was semi-dormant, I crawled cautiously over to the cabinet and grabbed some spray, and hurriedly took it back to him, then went back outside the screen door to wait. Once I nearly slammed him in the door and he was like 'WTF?!? Why were you trying to lock me in there with the wasp??' and I said, "I didn't mean to!! I can't help it, I panicked!!!' It was total pandemonium really!

Long story short, it wasn't very effective spray, Richie ended up spraying down the kitchen with the pesticide. So I had to pretty much wash down everything that got coated, and mop the floor again. Then we FINALLY had a late breakfast at like 12:30 in the afternoon... It's o.k., we survived.

So anyways, yeah it's Sunday and I thought it would be cool to share a bit more of my age fourteen journals (one of my best buddies, Jay from Cynical Bastard liked the journal entries alot... Kind of fun. So, o.k., pop your popcorn, turn down the lights, here we go for more teen silliness (blushing).

**Disclaimer: Yes I really do realize that some of the things that I used to write were quite weird and nutty. I admit I have always been a bit of an oddball, but I think that's the artist in me, as well as growing up mostly like an 'only child'.**

Jackie's Private Journal - Entry #1 (continued) - 3/11/85

Hello again! I'm bored so I thought I'd write some more.

Lately, I've been interested in guys' butts! Isn't that hilarious? It's crazy what things go through your mind as a teenager.

Sometimes I hate school + sometimes I like it! It's weird!

My worst teenaged year so far is 13. It was terrible! I was a teenager but I couldn't do anything anybody else did! And just being 13 was a nightmare. It's not a bowl of cherries being 14 either! I'm hoping 15 will bring an abundant supply of happiness + fulfillment. So I will feel complete. I hope 15 will bring a very happy + satisfying year ahead of me.

Sure 13 + 14 bring off and on spells of joy but that's what I want to feel everyday! I think that would be the perfect way to feel every day of my life! [why was I always bulleting things? lol]
  1. A warm feeling in my heart!

  2. Rosy thoughts.

  3. A feeling of complete happiness.
That's the only way I can describe it! If I could feel that way all my life I'd be "Content".

I hope everybody at least once in their life could feel that way. It's a really beautiful feeling!

You know, I think I'll be able to sleep better now that I've expressed my thoughts for the day completely! Thanks paper for listening. It was nice speaking to you!

Lylap (ha! ha!) [WTF?]
Jackie Cutler (a girl) [uh, yeah??]

Yep, sweet dreams young Jackie... I think we can all sleep a little better too knowing that you're out there guarding our childhood with such a magical and imaginative fervor. ;)

Gratitude With Attitude

It's award time here at the Forrest! A few days back, I was given this "Gratitude with Attitude" award by Cindi (Somewhere Over The Rainbow). This was so sweet of her. She gave the award to two others besides me, and cited "I may not get over to read their blogs as often as I would like to but every time that I do, I am reminded of how grateful I am that I ever found them in the first place!"

Thanks so much Cindi! I appreciate the sentiment and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'm so glad you visit my blog, and even more that you manage to extract some sort of meaning or enjoyment from anything I post here!! I find that amazing. :)

So passing along the torch, It is my pleasure to give this award to the following (3) three people:

First, My friend Awa, because she has become a great friend and I'm grateful to have gotten to know her much better in recent months. She's an inspiration, and an Independent lady! Taking care of those kids, and kickin major ass in her Scrapping and life in general!

Second, Sweet Tink (from Pickled Beef). She has been kind enough to award me a Golden Spork award before, and I am grateful to have made her acquaintance through our delightful "Weekly Words Challenge". She's got a great eye with the camera, and an attitude to match! Thanks Tink!

Third, is another newer friend on the blogosphere, Furtheron. He is unafraid to show us what he's going through, and he keeps battling life's blows with a good heart. He struggles daily, as many of us do and he is continuing to improve and stay strong day after day. I want him to know that I appreciate his words, and his stories that he shares, and that he is remarkable too. Take heart and always love and trust yourself... everything works out as it is supposed to. I am grateful to have made your acquaintance as well!

So there you go lovely blog pals. Take your awards, and pass them on if you feel like it, if you don't that's just fine too. I also want to say I am grateful to the bits of knowledge and joy that you all bring to me. I enjoy reading each and every one of your blogs, and only wish I had more time to do so... You're all winners to me.

xoxo
-AJ

Time Sure Flies...

When you're having fun? When you're not having fun... when you're not even looking. Time flies (it seems, this time that we ourselves have created and made such a huge part of our reality here). It's so odd though, I was digging through my unorganized junk looking for something in particular, and ran across my journals from when I was like 14-16 years old. It's quite a ride to read this blast from the past.

I think I might share some of it, as it is very interesting to see my feelings and points of view from that age, and then the way I seem now. Sometimes I still think I haven't changed that much, except I am a better writer now, and can get my points across with more 'intent'. Maybe that's because my mind isn't flooded with such horrible "crushes" and such as they were when I was that age! :)

O.k. this is still in the vein of "Letters" I guess since it is about like "Dear Diary"... So take this little journey back in time with me and laugh a little. It is a slight bit embarassing now, looking back... but I guess everyone likes to go back in time every once in a while, if not to see how far we've come at least to laugh a little.

Oh, if you do choose to go forward and read this, remember I was just 14, and also try to go easy on me about my crush on the guys from Duran Duran. ;)


Jackie's Private Journal - Entry #1 - 3/11/85

Just took a bath! How about that? Ha! Ha! It's March 11th and it's Springtime (almost!) It's getting time to be romantic again!

I have my eye on nobody special at the moment but I'll try to work on something.
It don't really feel anything for Roger Taylor of Duran Duran right now, or maybe anymore! That would be great!! That little crush was really "crushing". You know, I'm almost 15, and as I see it right now crushes are really yucky! Your symptoms for a really heartbreaking crush are:

  1. Your "attracted" to this person.


  2. You think you're really + truly in love with (him) and won't ever love another.


  3. Think of this person night and day + dream of spending the "rest of your life with them".


  4. Everytime you're near the (guy) you get a real clumsy spell put on you.


  5. You'll drop everything you touch, talk in a squeaky nervous voice, and do some of he dumbest things that normally you wouldn't think of even thinking when you're trying to attract their attention.
Well Summer's on the way and each season brings a different feeling to remember. We're on Spring Holidays... and I'm enjoying it so much!! Until Next Time! Jackie

I might post more of my journal and let you guys in on my very early blogging, you know "blogging" before I had internet... that is, if you find it even remotely entertaining... and it does get sillier and better.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Chivalry Isn't Dead (Yet)

However, the guy in this video is about to finish killing it off!

My husband sent this link to me in an e-mail and the subject line read: "It's Bizarro Richie, but not so bizarro"... hahaha. You'll laugh too. WATCH THIS!



O.k., well I had planned on giving out the award today, but I am going to have to put that off until tomorrow... So stay tuned in tomorrow... you might be a winner!!!

What's In A Name?

Apparently, there is a lot sometimes! I found this and thought it would be a funny, light-hearted way to do Friday...

The following are real names of actual locations:

Arsoli (Lazio, Italy)
Bastard (Norway)
Beaver (Oklahoma, USA)
Beaver Head (Idaho, USA)
Brown Willy (Cornwall,UK)
Chinaman's Knob (Australia)
Climax (Colorado, USA)
Cunt (Spain)
Cunter (Switzerland)
Dikshit (India)
Dildo (Newfoundland, Canada)
Dong Rack (Thailand-Cambodia border)
Dongo (Congo - Democratic Republic)
Fuku (Shensi, China)
Fukue (Honshu, Japan)
Fukui (Honshu, Japan)
Fukum (Yemen)
Hold With Hope (Greenland)
Intercourse (Pennsylvania, USA)
Lickey End (West Midlands, UK)
Little Dix Village (West Indies)
Lord Berkeley's Knob (Sutherland, Scotland)
Middle Intercourse Island (Australia)
Muff (Northern Ireland)
Nobber (Donegal, Ireland)
Pis Pis River (Nicaragua)
Sexmoan (Luzon, Philippines)
Seymen (Turkey)
Shafter (California, USA)
Shag Island (Indian Ocean)
Shitlingthorpe (Yorkshire, UK)
Tittybong (Australia)
Tong Fuk (Japan)
Turdo (Romania)
Twatt (Orkney, UK)
Wank (Germany)
Wankendorf (Schleswig-Holstein, Germany)
Wankener (India)
Wankie (Zimbabwe)
Wankie Colliery (Zimbabwe)
Wanks River (Nicaragua)
Wankum (Germany)
Wet Beaver Creek (Australia)

Don't Forget to pay a visit to WTF Friday! So you can get your "WTF" on!!!
I have an award that I will be passing out later, so check back if you like.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Nothing

Giving this another try...

Nothing but blankness
There's nothing I want to say
Silence is golden

Turning Off The T.V.

"T" is for Television...
"H" is for Haiku!

Today I will begin with a Haiku.

So Tired From It All
Need A One Way Ticket To Paradise
Going To Blow A Circuit

(Is that a Haiku? The Traditional ones are supposed to be 5-7-5, so I did stay within the confines of that... Anyone's critique is welcome).

Anyways...

I read this article yesterday... I am SOOO not a good example of any of this. I know I watch way too much t.v., but then again, not as much as some people... I guess I'm in the middle somewhere. Still it leads me to wonder. What would I do, and what all would I accomplish if I tried taking away my television viewing for a week or two... Must ponder.

Anyways, the article goes:
Turning off your television will gain you, on average, about 4 hours per day. Imagine if you took that time to exercise, give your brain a workout and develop strong relationships. Not only would you be adding years to your life, you would become more interesting, energetic, and fun. So take the plunge and try not watching TV for a week. At first it will be strange and awkward, but stick with it and soon you will love all the extra time.

1. Television Eats Your Time

The average U.S. adult watches more than 4 hours of television a day. That's 25 percent of waking time spent every day. Imagine if you suddenly had 25 percent more time -- that's three extra months per year! You could get in all your exercise, cook your meals from scratch and still have time left over to write a novel.

Over a lifetime, an 80-year-old person would have watched 116,800 hours of television, compared to only 98,000 hours of work. As a nation, adults watch 880 million hours of television every day or 321 billion hours per year. Whew! Imagine what could get done if we all just stopped watching TV.

2. Television Makes You Stressed

With the average of four hours a day gone, it's no wonder everyone is feeling stressed out and overwhelmed. We put aside paying bills, finishing projects, making phone calls and cleaning our homes to watch TV. We feel overwhelmed because of all the things we should be doing (exercising, spending time with family, eating right) go undone.

And when we feel overwhelmed, tired, and exhausted we don't have energy to anything but -- you guessed it -- watch TV. It is a dreadful cycle. So take a break from TV for a week and see what happens to your life.

3. Television Makes You Overweight

Eating while distracted limits your ability to assess how much you have consumed. According to Eliot Blass at the University of Massachusetts, people eat between 31 and 74 percent more calories while watching TV.

This could add, on average, about 300 calories extra per TV meal. Now consider that at least 40 percent of families watch TV while eating dinner. It becomes clear that TV is a big part of the obesity epidemic in the U.S. and that TV, in fact, makes you gain weight.

4. Television Makes You Uninteresting

Many people have whole conversations that are recaps of TV programs, sporting events and sitcoms. When asked about their real lives, there is little or nothing to report and no stories to tell (except the TV shows they have watched).

Life is too interesting and wonderful to spend your time either watching TV or recapping television to your friends. Find something interesting to do: volunteer, read, paint -- anything but watch more TV.

5. Television Ruins Your Relationships

A television is turned on an average of 7 hours and 40 minutes per day in many U.S. households. With the TV on that much, there is little time for you and your significant other or children to spend time together, share experiences, and develop deeper relationships.

Sitting together and watching TV does not grow a relationship. Turn that TV off and find something to do together -- cooking, exercising, taking a walk, anything.

6. Television is Not Relaxation

TV is the opposite of exercise. If you are watching TV you are usually sitting, reclining or lying down. You are burning as few calories as possible. All that extra food you eat while watching TV does not get burned off. Your brain goes into a lull.

But you are not relaxing -- your mind is still receiving stimuli from the TV, you are processing information and reacting emotionally. Have you ever found yourself thinking about TV characters? Do you ever dream about TV shows? These are signs that the brain is working hard to process all the TV you have been watching.

7. Television Loses Opportunities

If you are sitting and watching TV, nothing new or exciting is going to happen to you. New opportunities and ideas come from being out in the world, talking to people, and reading interesting things.

Watching TV isolates you. Nothing is going to change in your world if you are watching TV. Turn off the TV, go out into the world, talk to people, and see what happens.

8. Television is Addictive

Television can become addictive. Signs of TV addiction include:
  • using the TV to calm down
  • not being able to control your viewing
  • feeling angry or disappointed in how much TV you watched
  • feeling on edge if kept from watching
  • feeling a loss of control while watching

If the idea of giving up TV for a week is horrifying, you may be addicted to television. Luckily, TV addiction is a habit and not a physical addiction like smoking. You should be able to control it once you are aware of the problem and make a decision to change.

9. Television Makes You Buy Things

By age 65, the average American has seen 2 million commercials. Your knowledge of products and brands comes from these TV commercials. Your perception of what you need also comes from these commercials.

If you didn't know that your iPod could talk to your running shoes, you wouldn't feel like your current shoes are too low-tech. If you didn't know about vacuums that never lose suction, your current vacuum would seem fine. Our perception of need is determined by what we see. Need less by watching less TV.

10. Television Costs Money

A basic cable package costs $43 per month and many packages cost much more than that. That comes to at least $500 a year spent on TV. For that much money you could: buy a membership to every museum or zoo in your town, get a gym membership, buy a nice bicycle, invest it every year for 10 years at 10 percent interest and have more than $10,000.

Sources: TvTurnOff.org; US Census Bureau

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Wind and Five (WWC)

Good Day All! And a Happy Earth Day Too. It's not a bad one here in the Muddy River City. I noticed that that down by Tom Lee Park, they are starting the set-up for our soon-to-be Memphis In May Festival, this year celebrating the country of "Turkey". The yearly event kicks off with the Beale Street Music Festival. Looks like an interesting line-up this year... I might have to go! If you're planning a trip sometime soon, May is an eventful month to try it out.

Other than that, I had salad for lunch, trying to make it through the day and get my WWC stuff together... yeah! Supposed to do more vocal recording tonight, and that's really all I have to say today. Just not a very interesting gal today. I would go into my dreams the last couple of days, they've been vivid and very strange, but really not interesting enough to detail. I'll just say this, the most memorable part of last night's dream was that I was in some store, a weird big store reminiscent of the department stores of the 1940s or 50s, or the way I might imagine them, and I was with Howard Stern, and we were trying on dresses and putting on very fake blond wigs (Yes, Howard was doing this along with me, I know creepy, right?). Next thing I knew, I was 'Speed Jogging' down the main highway in my hometown... barefoot. I don't know why. I do recall that some of the road had rocks on it and I wasn't very happy about that. Honestly, that's the most significant part of my dreams last night I could even mention.

O.k., anyways, on to today's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), brought to us by our lovely friend Tink (Pickled Beef). This week's words are "Five" and "Wind"... Here's the Slideshow (I added some 'bonus' pics to the end-ENJOY!!



If you can't view the slideshow, Click Here.

On an EXTREMELY JEALOUS NOTE, my coworker, a photographer recently did some charity work which resulted in a hot photographic opportunity. A couple who is getting married in Negril, Jamaica is FLYING him there, and putting him up in a hotel for two nights. He and his family are going to take full advantage of that, and then stay a week afterwards (of their own accord) for vacation... Who says that charity doesn't pay?? :) Karma at its best huh... Anyways, last night on the T.V. Channel "G4", they had a special about "Negril", talking about how weed and mushrooms are legal there, and that they can get the stuff practically ANYWHERE, they were showing these coves where people dive into the water and some of the locals from trees up to 100 ft in the air. Quite impressive, and some of these local guys are strong--Swinging from trees and doing "pull ups" with ONE ARM at this height preparing to dive... I think I lost my groove, and somehow it ended up in Jamaica... may need to go there and retrieve it... LMAO! Here's a vid of the jumps. You guys enjoy your Tuesday!

Music and Jumping, Rick's Cafe, Negril, Jamaica

Monday, April 21, 2008

So Many Letters, So Little Time

Last thing that caught my ear after lunch, getting out of my car was the radio telling some story about a person named "Harry Melons". I guess things always strike me funny, but I felt a little sorry for whoever this was. And if your name is Harry Melons, and you are reading this because you Google yourself too much, and you're angry because I'm making fun of your name, lighten up. Please, you know it's funny. Kick back and laugh at yourself. We are.

I wanted to make a quick note today of the weekend's events, annoying and otherwise as I have had time to collect my thoughts, but not enough time to put it into writing.

Friday, I got a phone call right as I was leaving which was project related and made me have to stay nearly 30 minutes more.

Then, Friday night was "Me and Mr. J Time", we had a nice night watching movies and hanging out together, and stayed up relatively late.

Saturday, I slept until maybe 10ish, layed around for a while, watching "Hearts In Atlantis" like I had said I wanted to. Got ready, went to record some vocal tracks on our SAP CD. It went well, and I got about 3 done. I am going to rework some things though, because I want a different effect. That's neither here nor there.

Saturday night, watched the latest UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) between Matt Serra vs. George St. Pierre. It was overall good, but I have to say Canada was really "on" this time.

The weekend overall held a few irritations, mostly akin to more road rage and fighting the urge to slap most of my fellow men in public, whether it be a rude asshole in the grocery store or the guy who "jumps" in front of me on the street only to poke down to an insane 10 MPH. So many idiots, so few rocks. (As Forrest Gump said, "Sometimes I guess there just aren't enough rocks."

Sunday we began our workout routine again after about a 5 day break, I was enjoying my Elliptical machine workout. I had my headset on, plugged into the "CardioTheatre" screen, and I was watching the Sci Fi Channel. Lo and Behold it was "Stephen King's Storm of the Century". I got all engrossed in that.

Not even ten minutes into my workout, along comes "Clop-Along Charlie" (One of the Gym's Clopping Clydesdales), who plants himself on a Treadmill and starts to Run very loudly and annoyingly as if he is the only person trying to workout and enjoy the Gym. I tried to turn the volume up so as to drown his noise out, but my ear pieces weren't suited for noise reduction. So I had to try to manually block him out... I'm not much good at that!

Mind you, it was a wonderful, warm, delicious spring day outside and he could've been taking in any manner of trails, far from earshot of me and my "Storm of the Century". But no, he is indoors, igniting dirty looks from the other non-amused gym members.

So Clop-Along is steadily clumping along, and Mr. J hands me the water bottle... I honestly had a very real urge to hurl the bottle at this man's head. I had to restrain myself. Mr. J knew what I was thinking as well. Then during commercials, I fantasized about walking past his treadmill and conveniently sticking my foot up so that he would go hurdling across the floor and fly off during his stupor-man workout... I snickered to myself evilly wishing I could.

I used my Elliptical machine for a solid hour... Clop-along ruined at least 85 percent of that hour. (And I KNOW-the Treadmills are designed for walking AND RUNNING, but SOME ETIQUETTE COULD be used). I maintained my composure and didn't hurt the man, I did. Then, to my joyful glee, he stopped his treadmill... (YAY!! No more Clopping!). Then he proceeded over to the weights area to 'tone up his fierce muscles I'm sure! [sarcasm]. All was serene until he went over and picked up a couple of 50 lbs weights and started doing some arm work. You would think he was power lifting 900 lbs or something as he groaned and grunted and eventually dropped the weights on the floor like some crazed maniac. (Pulleazz, I could dead lift HIM HOLDING his little 50 lb weights. Pansy).

Guys and Gals, it's all fine and good to enjoy your workout and get pumped up, but these types of maneuvers, in my opinion, are COMPLETELY FOR ATTENTION. If you are like "Clop-Along Charlie", you have a TOTAL lack of concern for respect and serenity of your fellow gym-patrons, and you are a complete asshole. If I run into this problem with him or any other 'rude, crude and obnoxious' jack-asses, I am going to have a word with Gym management, and/or confront these morons myself.

Nobody is impressed by this type of behavior in the gym, and believe me, we're all thinking up many heinous forms of torture that we are dying to inflict upon you 'Charlie'... so you might think twice, and decide to show up, chill out and have a nice relaxed workout.

Sorry, I think I kind of went off track there, but this type of thing really pisses me off... Arrrgh!!! -End of Rant- Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Ramble On

Dear AJ,

Since you haven't just sat down and "rambled" for a while, I thought I would make the suggestion to you that you write about whatever is on your mind right now without trying to make any sense of it. It might actually help your writer's block, and also help relax you a bit.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Love,
Bizarro

Dear Bizarro,

Hi, I guess you are right. Who cares if I really have anything interesting to say, I should just "go with it" and let it flow. Thanks for your suggestion. You enjoy the rest of your weekend too... somehow I know that you will.

Love,
AJ


O.k. so I talk to myself sometimes, and I even answer myself. I don't care, I know I'm crazy but maybe being crazy makes me sane! Right? At least I enjoy the conversations, which is saying something these days, when finding intelligible conversations with others is extremely rare (it does happen, and you guys know who you are).

Anyways, I finished up 3 songs during my recording time, but I still have a long way to go. I really want to fix these songs up so that they really sound cool... So there are still samples and keyboards to add after the vocal too. I usually dread having to go, wishing I could do other things, but I must admit once I got in and got the groove going, I enjoyed it and had lots of fun.

So I am supposed to go on and rant about the rest of what's on my mind, huh. I used to be very good at that. I used to keep a diary, starting when I was a teenager, about 15 years old I guess. I kept a big binder with loose leaf notebook paper and wrote as much as as on my mind. Back then, it was usually about boys and my crushes on them, and how I liked one guy this week and two weeks later I was totally in love with another boy. I guess the content progressed as I went along and had more serious "crushes" and affairs, then eventually I sort of stopped carrying on that particular journal altogether.

After that, my poetry and my stories and things worked well and I enjoyed it even more. Still, once I discovered blogging, it was cool because it was like journaling, and I could indulge my poetry whims and also write stories when I wanted to, so it's kind of the best of all worlds in a way... And the people are cool too, of course!

In other news, I am still having heinous bouts of road rage and I don't know why I can never calm down. While behind the wheel, I spout of an almost constant stream of obscenities that would put fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned Cussing Aficionado. I don't totally understand why. I try daily to improve my attitude and to practice all of that "projected happiness" and how everything you do or think affects the world around you, but it fades away on the highway.

If that is true, then it would indicate that I was creating my own sick-assed roadway and filling it with the stupidest, most disrespectful, asshole drivers there ever was. I would be the one painting my own road rage masterpiece, complete with the Sunday Drivers that I seem to get behind even on Monday - Saturday. Why would I do that to myself? If what we do and think really has that much to do with how our world really is, (you know our attitudes and all, shaping our world), then I need serious counseling! :)

So I have been watching a few movies between running around this weekend too, and I re-rented "Hearts In Atlantis" (another Stephen King story). I love that story, and I bought the book too for $4.00 at a used book store a couple weeks ago, and I haven't had the chance to start reading it yet. But this is the way I work. I will get obsessed with a movie's storyline, and watch it a few times and tackle the book. I did it with "Memoirs of A Geisha", as well as "The Notebook", so I intend to start reading "Hearts In Atlantis" very shortly. I bet the story will rock much more than the movie. One thing I have to note about Stephen King movies is that the music he usually puts into the soundtrack sticks in your head for days. If it's not "Only You" by The Platters, it's that song that is rather haunting called " Sleep Walk" by Santo & Johnny. Here's The Video


That's about all I have on my mind, but before I go let me do a few "Plugs" for some things... I am happy to report that Beefcake (formerly of the blog "Words From Illustrious Beefcake Almighty") is back and his usual rockin-the-hand-of-doom self with his brand new blog, "Words From The Hands of Doom". If you knew him before, go by and say hello. If you never knew him, check him out. He's honest, he's hardcore, and he doesn't give a F**k. Cool dude.

As well, I would like to remind everyone of my friend's Candle company. She and her father make these hand-poured sensations, called Castle Delites. Visit the website for a list of fragrances of candles they offer, as well as their essential oils, and special type candles. These are not your average candle. They smell exactly like the scent advertised. You pick out "Leather" scented candle, it is just like Leather. And then she offers an "Eliminator" candle that I highly recommend. It is a candle that doesn't 'scent' up the room, but eliminates odors, and is very effective.

So please check them out, she's had a lot going on lately and would appreciate your business and friendship. The candles as I said before are deliciously fragrant, and effective and quite reasonably priced.

If you live near Memphis, they are always at various flea-market booths and shows around the Mid-South, and online too. OR--If you don't live near, you can STILL ORDER them ONLINE (via PayPal). You can visit their website, and add her as a MySpace friend... Simply go:

www.castledelites.com -or-
Castle Delites on MySpace


Thanks for being you everybody... AJ

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Microphone Madness


R is for "Recording", and today I have to go and "T.C.B." which in my case means going to lay down my vocal tracks for stuff we've been putting down for my band SAP's CD.

Rock on!!! I'll be the one behind the big juicy microphone... Happy Saturday! ;)

Friday, April 18, 2008

There's Something About Friday

I have spoken quite alot about Saturdays, and how Saturday is my favorite day of the week, but Friday is a close second. In fact, Friday has a somewhat "magical" feel to it in a way, given that I am not totally swamped or stressed. I wondered what it was about this day of the week that was so appealing to a lot of us, and in looking through Friday facts, there are some interesting findings.

Frigg spinning the clouds, by J C Dollman
Frigg spinning the clouds, by J C Dollman

Etymology

The name Friday comes from the Old English frigedæg, meaning the day of
Frige the Anglo-Saxon form of Frigg, a West Germanic translation of Latin dies Veneris, "day (of the planet) Venus." However, in most Germanic languages the day is named after Freyja—such as Frīatag in Old High German, Freitag in Modern German, Freyjudagr in Old Norse, Vrijdag in Dutch, Fredag in Swedish, Norwegian, and Danish—but Freyja and Frigg are frequently identified with each other.

The word for Friday in most Romance languages is derived from Latin dies Veneris, "day (of the planet) Venus." (a translation of Greek Aphrodites hemera) such as vendredi in French, venerdì in Italian, viernes in Spanish, and vineri in Romanian. In most of the Indian languages, Friday is Shukravar (or a derived variation of Sukravar), named for Shukra, the Sanskrit name of the planet Venus. Russian uses an ordinal number for this day of the week-- piatnítsa, meaning "fifth." Similarly, the Portuguese is sexta-feira, the sixth day.

Astrology

In astrology Friday is connected with the planet Venus. This associates Friday with love, peace, and relaxation, as well as with emotional intensity and quashed dreams. It is also connected with the Astrological sign Libra.



SO there are lots of reasons why Fridays tend to be a day of the week so many of us in the daily grind might look forward to, and especially because it usually indicates the weekend is here. On that note, I sure wish you all a happy weekend... for those of you who aren't a slave to the daily grind, I applaud you too, and hope that there is something special for your weekend to at least put a smile on your face too.

No matter what you do on a daily basis, you need to stop and smell the roses and have yourself some fun, do something that takes you out of your comfort zone once in a while and reminds you that you're still alive and vibrant... Make this weekend yours!

Going to be quite busy again today so I will leave you all with a cool music video to enjoy (or bitch about, whatever the case may be) :)

This is a dedication to all of my Friends, Family and Friday! You're all "Just What I Needed" (The Cars)

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Dear Earth

is for Earth, as in our beat-up abused world we live in (along with all the beat-up and abused creatures that attempt to co-exist with us as well).

As April 22nd is Earth Day, I thought I would mention it a bit early so you can be reminded and think of maybe one or two things you could do to help the environment. I'm sure I will get some cynical, negative feedback on this, but I don't care, I am a Treehugger, and although I am not always perfect (and certainly not an over-the-top advocate maybe), I still try to do what I can, and help my environment and the animals that must live together on our planet.

Found this interesting site for other fellow Treehuggers: http://www.treehugger.com - "Walk the Talk" Thought I would share it with you.

So, today's letter (although a bit late because of technical difficulties yesterday), is to the Earth. It's short, but sweet. :)

Dear Earth,

I really do care about you and I will try to do whatever I can to help the environment so that you can be just a little healthier. I know that it's not much but that every bit counts, so I will try.

Happy Earth Day on April 22nd. Hope you have a good day!

Love,
AJ

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

How's It Humpin?

I've had a hard time lately posting early, but I'm at least making my daily post as vowed when I decided to participate in the April "NaBloPoMo" daily post-athon. :) Here we are already half done, because April is zooming along so fast. Lots going on this week, just been a little busy so bear with me. I'll try to get around and catch up on visiting maybe tomorrow! Meanwhile...



Today's "letter" is a note-to-self, I guess you could say. Wrote it to Me this morning upon starting the day.

Dear Me,

When you finally wake up, I'll be gone. So I am leaving you this list of things to do today. As it is Hump Day and I know how much of a lazy-ass you are, I thought I would give you a break and let you do something I felt you might be able to handle.

All you need to do today is the following:
  1. Get Out Of Bed.
  2. Survive.
  3. Go Back To Bed.

How's that for generous?? I'll see you whenever... maybe tonight if you're lucky.

Love,
Me



Yeah... makes as much sense as anything else today... Happy Hump Day to you all! And for my valued subscribers, Happy Thursday and thanks for being subscribers.

Stay safe (and sane-hehe) everyone!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Close-up and Background (WWC)

Dear readers,

It's a lovely crisp day here in the River City. The last two days have been colder than normal, but it is warming up and spring is definitely chasing summer down. We'll be in a swelter before you know it. I'll grin and bear it. Honest I will!

Today it is time for me to share my Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), brought to us by the adorable Tink of Pickled Beef. This weeks words are "Close-up" and "Background".

I didn't have very many photos for this week, but I still put them in a slideshow for the ease of it all... I would like to enter my painting shot (below) as well, because I can say I have a "background" in art. It's not finished yet, I'll share the finished product once done.

On with the slideshow then... and Happy Tuesday Y'all! :)


If You Cannot View Slideshow Click Here

Sincerely,
AJ

Monday, April 14, 2008

Color Me Happy

Hot diggity dog! My easel arrived today, so when I got home I set it up and decided to do have myself a quicky... a quicky painting that is... I tossed off a little water scape. Keep in mind that it's not finished. I intend on doing more to it, but I thought I would share what I have so far... Hope you like it.

Tomorrow, of course, is the weekly words challenge with Tweet-as-Tugar Tink of Pickled Beef (sorry Tink, I lost control for a moment). The words this week are:

Close-up
and
Background

So please check back for that, as I am sure it will be Totally Titillating!

If you haven't joined the fun, go
here for details. Happy snapping!!!

Workin For A Livin

Dear Blog Pals, Friends and Family:

I am working hard today and won't be posting a lengthy blog.

However, the good news is I have been quite wordy the last few days, so you have plenty to catch up on!

Get readin' and commentin!! :)

Love,

AJ

Sunday, April 13, 2008

It Ain't Over Til It's Over

Funny Quote of the Day was brought to us by Mr. Yogi Berra - He said, "If you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer." Good Point. I hereby vow that I shall do the same!

I love Yogi Berra... he had a way of saying things that gave you a smile, all the while knowing, he made damn good sense (maybe more so than a lot of others). So many great quotations by him. Another favorite of mine is this: 'Once, Yogi's wife Carmen asked, "Yogi, you are from St. Louis, we live in New Jersey, and you played ball in New York. If you go before I do, where would you like me to have you buried?" Yogi replied, "Surprise me." ' ;)

So anyway, it's Sunday night alright, but the weekend isn't over just yet (unless you're one of my rare subscribers, then it is Monday)! Either way, I'm treasuring every last fleeting second.

Just got back from a very enjoyable visit to my parents' house... had "umpteen" cups of coffee, and listened to music talking with my Mom while Dad was in and out of the room. That's how he does, he'll go into the den and watch TVLand for a while, then come back in the kitchen, and so on, and so forth for the entire duration of my visit. I helped Dad check his sugar, it was 158, gave him his Glucophage dosage, and served him a bowl of soup. It's really great that he is still doing o.k. on those pills and doesn't have to mess with the Insulin shots anymore.

Played the Piano for a moment while I was there, sang "Book of Love", "Daddy's Hands" (for Daddy of course), and "You Are The Sunshine Of My Life". That was about all I had time for because Dad had to turn the country music back up on T.V. as he was watching CMT by this time. Still obsessed, Dad is, about me joining the Grand Ole Opry, and in turn, "making a Million dollars" (Dad's words). Boy I just can't wait to get his age (if I make it), and hopefully I can survive the downward spiral. What a world this is.

That's about it... oh but before I forget, I have to include something about our April NaBloPoMo theme, "Letters"... I was thinking on the book, "The Scarlet Letter", which was turned into a pretty decent movie I guess you could say.

Very interesting storyline, and especially for the times, was probably quite controversial. Anyone else ever read it? Did you like it? Or what was your whole take on the story?

Stay tuned... Monday is coming up... Right after these messages!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Weekend Love

Sometimes as I was saying yesterday Life can seem "out to get you". (If you read my long and worthy post-if not, GET READING!!). Yes, Life can seem so ironic or cruel...
BUT--It's Officially the weekend-yeah! I'm happy about that, It takes the edge off. Still, it always feels like the weekend's fleeting before my very eyes... I hope to paint some this weekend, and I need to head down to Mom's house and check on them, and help with my niece's computer.

Yesterday, our next-door neighbors' son (red head kid), came by to let us know he was intending to have a party tonight, and wanted to make sure it was o.k. if some people parked alongside the curve partly past our yard. He's always been a good kid, we said that's cool... We're noisy ourselves alot of the time. So I guess we'll see the block descended upon by some 16 year olds come nightfall. That should be interesting.

Funny thing is, on my way to the store first thing this morning, I found 3 rolls of toilet paper sitting in the edge of my yard, tucked right next to my buttercups... I wonder what that's all about. I confiscated them of course. :)

Hope you all have a great weekend... here is Bonnie Raitt singing "Love Letter". Enjoy!

Friday, April 11, 2008

It's Life Or Death

Dear Friends and Loved Ones,

At first, today, I was driven on blogging about "love letter" in the spirit of NaBloPoMo, and in having some fun talking about the love letters that I have received in my life (which there weren't many), and then asking you all to share your favorite or most meaningful love letter(s) with me.

However, I procrastinated (or actually was busy), so I waited until later to put my thoughts up for your perusal. It's uncanny that I did, as more things were brought to my attention today, things I was moved to share that might still merit love letters, or have a lot to do with love, as well as life, and death. These thoughts preoccupy us all at some point in our lives, thoughts about what we will do when we lose a love or loved one because of life changes, or lose someone because of death (even our pets, our very special loved ones).

I have to pose a question, "Do you really ever lose someone?"

My answer is "No.", yours might be different, and we can all respect that. I feel as though even if you lose someone in life, they move on or you are separated because of differences, you will always carry a piece of them in your soul, because you shared experiences for reasons (reasons you might or might not know right now), and that it all changed because it had to, it was time... It's all a part of the bigger picture. Not always just about you, and how you feel. Sure it might hurt, but the gift(s) that you received from being part of each others' lives will forever live on within each of you... and yes, there are good things from even the worst of relationships.

As well, even if you feel you've lost someone forever due to death, only their earthly body has been lost... They live in your hearts, or are connected to you in such a way that they will always be with you... You always need to be open-hearted, and open minded and believe the best in these matters, as they are all part of something much bigger, maybe we can't understand it right now, but I honestly hope that each and every one of you who reads this have already experienced something that lets you know this is true, or that you will one day be shown when you are ready.

No matter what you believe right now, the plain and simple truth is in matters of life and death, and our purpose while we are here, or "the meaning of life" I guess you could say, is all relative to how we each individually look at things. You can choose to be closed off to every day miracles, and think that everything in life is negative and "sucks", or you can find the hope in the darkest of moments, and maybe even by passing some hope and comfort along to the next person, be a beacon in your own right. The gifts you might receive in return for your encouragement or giving will way outshine keeping happiness to yourself. I feel that giving love, and receiving love are the same thing, and that you get back what you put out there...

But believe me, I'm no stranger to the difficulties in doing this. It's a struggle for me every day too. Some days it seems like the world is out to get you, and you would just as soon spit on your fellow man as to smile at them when they have acted ugly to you... Still, you don't know their circumstances, what they might be going through too... Maybe all they needed was your smile. I'm a work in progress, we all are... Sometimes it's easy to give up, but it's so worth it to try just that much harder.

Happiness in this life it really is a CHOICE.

All Is Vanity
"It's All In How You Look At Things"

You see, this is a love letter... a love letter to us all, ourselves. "Love Yourself"... Once you learn to love yourself, everything else will fall in place. No, it's not easy, it's damn hard... but what isn't damn hard?

I would like to share this excerpt with you, and I hope that it sheds a little light your way... If not, well there's nothing I can do about it. I put it out there, I just hope the best for everyone reading it... And if I haven't done it in a while, I want you all to know that you are loved, if not by someone else, by someone you might not even realize, by yourself... even by me.

Love, Jackie

That being said, the question of the day is...

What Is The Meaning of Life?



"Are there any questions?" An offer that comes at the end of college lectures and long meetings. Said when an audience is not only overdosed with information, but when there is no time left anyhow. At times like that you sure do have questions. Like, "Can we leave now?" and "What the hell was this meeting for?" and "Where can I get a drink?"


The gesture is supposed to indicate openness on the part of the speaker, I suppose, but if in fact you do ask a question, both the speaker and the audience will give you drop-dead looks. And some fool-some earnest idiot always asks. And the speaker always answers. By repeating most of what he has already said.


But if there is a little time left and there is a little silence in response to the invitation, I usually ask the most important question of all:

"What is the Meaning of Life?"


You never know, somebody may have the answer, and I'd really hate to miss it because I was too socially inhibited to ask. But when I ask, it's usually taken as a kind of absurdest move--people laugh and nod and gather up their stuff and the meeting is dismissed on that ridiculous note.


Once and only once, I asked that question and got a serious answer. One that is with me still.

First, I must tell you where this happened, because the place has a power of its own. In Greece again. Near the village of Gonia on a rocky bay of the island of Crete sits a Greek Orthodox monastery. Alongside it, on land donated by the monastery, is an institute dedicated to human understanding and peace, and especially to rapprochement between Germans and Cretans. An improbable task, given the bitter residue of wartime.


This side is important, because it overlooks the small airstrip at Maleme where Nazi paratroopers invaded Crete and were attacked by peasants wielding kitchen knives and hay scythes. The retribution was terrible. The populations of whole villages were lined up and shot for assaulting Hitler's finest troops. High above the institute is a cemetery with a single cross marking the mass grave of Cretan partisans. And across the bay on yet another hill is the regimented burial ground of the Nazi paratroopers. The memorials are so placed that all might see and never forget. Hate was the only weapon the Cretans had at the end, and it was a weapon many vowed never to give up. Never ever.


Against this heavy curtain of history, in this place where the stone of hatred is hard and thick, the existence of an institute devoted to healing the wounds of war is a fragile paradox. How has it come to be here? The answer is a man. Alexander Papaderos.


A doctor of philosophy, teacher, politician, resident of Athens but a son of this soil. At war's end he came to believe that the Germans and the Cretans had much to give one another--much to learn from one another. That they had an example to set. For if they could forgive each other and construct a creative relationship, then any people could.


To make a lovely story short, Papaderos succeeded. The institute became a reality--a conference ground on the site of horror--and it was in fact a source of productive interactions between the two countries. Books have been written on the dreams that were realized by what people gave to people for a summer session. Alexander Papaderos had become a living legend. One look at him and you saw his strength and intensity--energy, physical power, courage, intelligence, passion and vivacity radiated from this person. And to speak to him, to shake his hand, to be in a room with him when he spoke, was to experience his extraordinary electric humanity. Few men live up to their reputations when you get close.


Alexander Papaderos was an exception. At the last session on the last morning of a two-week seminar on Greek culture, led by intellectuals and experts in their fields who were recruited by Papaderos from across Greece, Papaderos rose from his chair at the back of the room and walked to the front, where he stood in the bright Greek sunlight of an open window and looked out. We followed his gaze across the bay to the iron cross marking the German cemetery.


He turned. And made the ritual gesture: "Are there any questions?"


Quiet quilted the room. These two weeks had generated enough questions for a lifetime, but for now there was only silence. "No questions?" Papaderos swept the room with his eyes. So I asked. "Dr. Papaderos, what is the Meaning of Life?"


The usual laughter followed and people stirred to go. Papaderos held up his hand and stilled the room and looked at me for a long time, asking with his eyes if I was serious and seeing from my eyes that I was.


"I will answer your question."


Taking his wallet out of his hip pocket, he fished into a leather billfold and brought out a very small round mirror, about the size of a quarter. And what he said went like this:


"When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day, on the road, I found the broken pieces of a mirror. A German motorcycle had been wrecked in that place.


"I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one. And by scratching it on a stone I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine--in deep holes and crevices and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find.


"I kept the little mirror, and as I went about my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child's game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of the light. But light: truth, understanding, knowledge-is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it.


"I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world--into the black places in the hearts of men--and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life."


And then he took his small mirror and, holding it carefully, caught the bright rays of daylight streaming through the window and reflected them onto my face and onto my hands folded on the desk.


Much of what I experienced in the way of information about Greek culture and history that summer is gone from memory. But in the wallet of my mind I carry a small round mirror still.


Are there any questions?


Taken from, It Was On Fire When I Laid Down On It. By Robert Fulghum


If you got to the bottom and read the whole thing, thank you... if not, please do so when you have time... and I hope you have a wonderful and enlightened weekend.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Stormy Weather

Another bad storm is supposed to be happening today here in Memphis. As if the river wasn't flooded to the hilt already. The high winds, possible hail & thunderstorms, and maybe even tornado warnings... so if you're in an area that is affected by all the severe weather, then be as safe as possible.

This will be short and sweet today, as I just don't have much of anything to say. Since we're still keeping with the NaBloPoMo April theme of "Letters", then I will just say that letters are even better when they're edible.



Gummi letters... MMMMM!!! Have a tasty Thursday!

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Dear Wednesday...

That was another lovely thunderstorm this morning. In fact, things sounded so tranquil upon waking that I didn't want to eject myself from the bed at all. It would have been a wonderful morning to sleep in, long and late... just listening to the rain.

Unfortunately, I could not do that (no thanks to you, Wednesday). You have never given me half the pleasure that Saturday does. I'm sorry to be mean, but I can't lie about that. You fall short in so many ways. Perhaps if you would offer me more holidays, or at least a few then we could work something out.

I just don't see how this is going to work... I think we should just be friends. It's not me, it's you.

Sincerely,
AJ

Readers! I know that our lovely day must go on, and some of us will have fantastic Hump Days! If you're actually doing something fun today, or you're retired/independently wealthy/just don't give a shit and you are not a slave to the man, then good for you. I hope you enjoy, and I have a funny-as-hell video to show you, if you have EVER worked for a 'boss', you will at least giggle.

Will Ferrell's "Crazy Boss"

Smooth or Rough (WWC)

T is for Tink!

Dear Tink:

Please excuse Jackie for being late to the Weekly Words Challenge, she had explosive diarrhea.

Sincerely,

Jackie's Id

Oh I'm joking... in no way did I have explosive diarrhea today, or any other type of diarrhea for that matter. I have always wanted to write an "excuse" like that, so I took my chance!

The truth is, I had a long, busy day and I am covering applications while someone is out on vacation this week, and then we were back in recording with My Band, SAP tonight, so I haven't even had time to sit down and gather my thoughts!!

My apologies for the late entry... as well, it's not going to be a very big one this week... still, I hope you enjoy.

These photos of the buttercups in my yard are pretty Smooth
(or as best as I can do for Smooth!)

I caught a pretty 'smooth' angle anyway!

This Sign welcoming you to Mississippi is just past a very rough neighborhood.

Finally, I unveil my abstract painting, "The Wrath",
which I think is hideously, sickeningly rough... Don't worry,
my next painting is going to really kick ass... I swear!
(cuz I am just getting warmed up!)

That's all for this week ladies and gentlemen... go to bed and get your rest for Hump Day, coming up tomorrow! Who knows what could happen...

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