Saturday, February 28, 2009

Blackberry Winter

Yesterday the temperatures were somewhere in maybe the 50s, and the days have been a little warm. We've had mainly rainy, dreary days this last week. However nobody really thought that today we would be looking into the eye of old man winter.

Yes that's right, the afternoon brought snow and sleet to the mid-south. We don't get much of that here as you have heard me say before. But the last couple years or so, it seems to come closer to springtime. Quite odd, but just another change in this day and age I guess. Depends on how you look at it.

So I'm coming to you tonight direct from my Blackberry. I have only done one other post from the BB, and it was a test one. I'm getting better at typing on it. Still it's not the easiest method.

Today Mr. J and I ate at a little Mexican spot around the corner and watched the snow fall down. It was a nice little time together. Then he went to visit jimmy and I came to be with Mom. She has a sore throat that she must've picked up from the kids coming in and out. She has tried hard not to be around them when they were ill and they try not to come in when they're infested, but I guess no matter how hard you try, it's not good enough. Just hope it is something she can fight off quick.

So here I sit, pitifully trying to blog from my Blackberry in our time of unexpected, seasonably late winter, like some tech geek... Haha.. I've had a lot on my mind lately and will try to blog some of it soon, if I can gather my thoughts and the words come to me.

Hope you guys are having a nice weekend. My fingers are sick of this tiny keypad now so I must stop. Guess you gotta give me kudos for writing this much though.

Good night all.

Friday, February 27, 2009

You Say It's Your Birthday

Dunn-na-na-na-na-na... It's my birthday too yeah! No, not really, but it is my big sister's birthday today... February 27th. She shared a birthday with Daddy's Mom. Some say if we were all together, my grandmother, Daddy, Vickie and Me we're all like peas in a pod. Well maybe not that much but you would know we were all kin.

Vickie with "Boots", their old German Shepherd

Vickie and Daddy


Mom Curtis with one of her grandchildren, Pat.


Anyways, I just wanna say, Happy Birthday Vickie Jean
(and Mom Curtis too... and Hi Daddy!!).


Foolish Love

Foolish Love has certainly sent its fair share of ill-gotten booty (or ill-booten gotty) my way in this lifetime. Still, no matter how much love doesn't seem to love us, we still are drawn to it as human beings. I've been through hard times with love, and I've experienced the highest highs love has to offer... It's fabulous in its pain, and ecstatic in its pleasure. I would not trade one experience in love for anything... It's priceless. So lucky I am just to really know how it feels, to both love and be loved, and I guess on how it feels to be brokenhearted too, after all how would we know how good it feels if we've never been crushed by it's blow.

All of this over-emotional gibber jabber just to introduce to you one of my favorite "Cock-rock" songs, "Foolish Love" by Lord Tracy. Rock On and Love On, and On, and On...

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

I'd Like To Buy A Vowel

I'm so tired today. Some hours just for me, time to myself, for myself... that's what I need. Everything is always for everybody else, I'm always running and doing and going, for everyone else; rarely me. It gets old. I won't go into it all, I'm just tired and need a break... and need some good fortune.

It hasn't been optimal weather this week, nor has there been much time for motorcycle riding. I truly have been jonesing to ride. Over the past weekend, of course I spent both nights at Mom's, and of course didn't get a thing done at home that I needed to (maybe I never will get to again). But we rode our bikes down, even though it was freezing and foggy Saturday night. Even my good gloves don't keep me THAT warm in such temperatures. It was a nightmare, but at the same time it was kind of fun.

Recently, Richie and I were contemplating how we just didn't do "spontaneous" stuff anymore. It's so easy to get caught up in the daily grind of things, and all of the responsibilities that you think are holding you back. Still, all that stuff is self-created. Everything that stresses us out, we are responsible for bringing into our lives. Since we brought it here, it can only have power over us if we let it. So, I'm trying to remind myself about that and not allow things to restrict me or keep me from living my life and enjoying. Sure I said above that I was tired, and needed a break, and run around for others way more than me, but I've done that myself. Albeit there ARE some things that I must make priority, like with Family (Mom's issues, etc), but I still don't want to stop living my own life. I feel lately like I have been letting that happen more and more. I simply can't.

So I'm going to strive to be more spontaneous, and just live more like I always did growing up, and throughout my youth. We can begin to resent ourselves when we think we're getting "old" and "boring". But we are the only ones who can stop that... or allow it to happen.

I say these things, and all the while today I am feeling depressed, unmotivated and burned out. So I am going totally wrong somewhere and I need to get to the bottom of it.

I don't need any lectures or sarcasm, so please hold back. I know what I need to do, and I know the truth. I'll handle it all in my own time.

Sorry if I sound like a "bummer" today, I would love to say something comical or entertaining, but it won't come out.

Even though you're not married to me, you still get me "better" and "worse" I guess you could say. So I hope, as I always do in my own marriage, that the better outweighs the worse, but I always live with doubt.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Toilet Humor

Yeah another make-up post. I'm tired and I can't help it. :)

All you have to do is:

Watch This Video

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

2s and Expressive Faces (WWC)

In all honesty, I have not had any time the last few days to be creative and go capture any new images. So I am forced to revisit through my collection to bring new light to a few older photographs. I don't think that will be so bad. I really wish I had new ones, but I will have to do with what I have to work with.

This week's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC) (as always brought to us by the ever-expressive Tink) words are "2" and "Expressive Faces". This would've been totally fun to dig into and go shoot new photos for but I must enjoy the old I suppose, as will you.

Here we go... AJ Slideshow Time!

Monday, February 23, 2009

Xs and Os

It's been a strange week so far, and it's only Monday. We're in our new office, and settling in o.k., It's actually not as bad as we were all thinking. I can't speak for everyone else, but I'm almost liking it. Changes, everywhere. Guess it's just all part of the new chapters.

Funny to me how things just go round' and round' in circles. I got a message recently from an x-bf's (then gf) now-x-wife. At first, I was scared to open it. I thought maybe I was getting some sort of cuss out, again. But there was no reason why. I suppose I was just shocked to hear from her. Turns out that things in their lives have changed equally as much as they have in mine. A lot of eye opening stuff, things that are just hard to realize I guess. But in a way, it makes me smile that the two of us can chat amicable after our so-sour early beginnings. But we were all so young back then.

Anyway, just puts me in a deep thought region for the week... guess I am in for more emotional weirdness and spiritual growth. Like I said in a status the other day, Each day is a winding road, and Life, well Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Sometimes, it's all really quite interesting at that.

Stay tuned. -AJ

In A Word

I had a word earlier that, when you sit and think of it in your head over and over, it begins to sound really stupid. You know what I mean? There are many words that do this, however, such as simply, "Mayonnaise". Try it, just think of some normal everyday word, repeat it over and over to yourself until you say, "What the hell?? This word makes no sense and sounds like jibberish."

It's really weird. Still, I am very mad that I took a hot bath and in becoming so relaxed, I totally lost the word I was going to use for this post.

Nevertheless, I have found something way more disturbing and disgusting. I was thinking about the movie "Wayne's World", well actually the SNL sketch it stemmed from, where Wayne used the word "Mung". I thought Mung was supposed to just describe something utterly disgusting, some gross unknown substance. Well, it sort of does, but then if you check the Urban Dictionary Descriptions, it goes way deeper and sicker than I really imagined.

Really, go read if you dare.

Anyway, I thought I would just leave you with those thoughts for a Sunday evening, along with This Video (one more little tribute to HST), which should bring a little of the happy back from discovering Mung. Go Ether!


"The Ether Scene from Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas"

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Oh Boy! Make-up Post

Yes, I was busy and unable to make a post on time for Saturday, and I thought what better way to do a make-up post than to talk about make-up trends and reveal a little something terribly embarrassing about myself... everyone enjoys finding out new things to use against me anyway, so here we go!

When I was very young, once, I went to the library and found a book about how to master the Make-up techniques of Boy George. (I know, right? Yikes) Well, what don't we dabble around with when we're growing up?? I was totally enthused with the way that his eyeshadow was so perfect, and I so wanted perfect eyebrows and flawless skin. So I checked the book out, and took it home, then excitedly I retired myself to the mirror for the remainder of the day with my shadows, brushes, applicators and eyeliner.

The book told of a special technique where you draw eyeliner across the crease of your eye, then smear it with the darker shadow, hence the ability to keep your make-up on all day long. The lighter shadow highlights the lid, and then a rosy or light shade for the brow, to enhance the tops of your eyes and make them look bigger. The liquid eyeliner and mascara top off the eye, giving the sultry, and smoky seductive look. I must have hung on to some of these techniques because as I type this, I am realizing that when I really go for the gusto and cake it on (only sometimes when I just want to play), I still employ some of these hints... lol

The fact is, though, that too much caked on make-up can make one look even more haggard and old than a well applied subtle sexy variation. My father (R.I.P.), would always make the crack, "Powder and Paint makes em' look like what they ain't", and always encouraged me to look naturally beautiful. Of course, He and Mom were biased and all, so I never believed them when they told me I was pretty... it just HAD to come from a boy or I thought I was the homeliest thing on the earth... just goes to show you how terrible our self-image is when growing up, and how we can carry that through our lives if we don't wake up and decide not to give a damn what anyone else thinks of us.

We must be happy with ourselves, or nobody will be happy with us either. It comes from within, and nobody else can give that to you.

Not even Boy George. ;)

Friday, February 20, 2009

Over The Edge



I've been so busy I almost forgot to mention this too, the man, the genius, Hunter S. Thompson... Today is the Fourth (4th) Anniversary of his Suicide... and as Jayman said, have a drink (or whatever your poison) in honor of him tonight... R.I.P. Hunter... still missed, and always excellent... your legacy will live on and on.

Moving Day

We're in our final hours downtown. From now on out it will be a double drive and half the space for me... Things change, change is constant. But there is still a lot to do, and I may not have a chance to post again today so I thought I would wish you all a great weekend.

Right now, I have to go and clean up a lot more $#!t... mmm'kay?



Laterz... AJ

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dont'cha

They shouldn'ta... All I have to say is
"Come on Friday!!" lol... These poor people.

Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Could Sing Like This?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A Letter From A Long Time Ago

Sometimes I find things when I'm digging around looking for other things. Recently, I found a copy of a letter that I wrote to "Z", shortly after we ended things. I thought it might be fun to post this, you "romantics" will probably enjoy the letter and the lovely thoughts, and anyone else who has ever been in that situation might appreciate the words.

Memories are all so precious, those from then and the ones that we make every day that drive us forward. Please enjoy one of my fondest memories with me for a moment.

Above all, No regrets.



July 3, 1997

Dearest Z,

I have thought, and thought about what to write to you at this moment for months. I guess I've never really settled on it, but what you're about to read is the best I can possibly do now. On that note, I guess I'll say that this is a Thank You, Hello, Goodbye, Thinking of You, Miss You... I guess many cards all in one letter.

I was always taught to give thanks first, and I thank God every day that he made you and put you in this world, and feel so lucky to have shared at least a brief moment of my life with you. You'll never know how much joy you brought to me, even with just a smile.

We must have known this moment would come eventually, which only demonstrates my philosophy that life is so terribly short. If you blink too long, you can miss a lot of great moments. I never want to regret not doing things in my life I wanted to experience.

I'll never regret my time with you, if it was real.

Maybe it was all just a beautiful dream I had. But what I do regret is the great loss I will have to bear; that being the loss of your gorgeous, warm smile, the depth and beauty in your eyes, your friendship that I've held so dear. We kid ourselves by denying that has been destroyed. I can read in your eyes that I'll never see you again, and that hurts me greatly.

The touch of your hand, and the warmth of your heart, having held it so close for that one moment was as close to paradise as anything I've felt. One day you'll know that no one will ever see in your eyes, or your soul the brilliance or beauty that I've seen in you. That bright, strong heart and mind of yours. Please, please don't waste it. You are capable of SO much!!

I wish this wasn't an end for our friendship, but I've come to know you a little, and I see that it will be. Just know that there will not be a day that goes by for the rest of my life that I don't think of you. Truly, I wish I didn't feel like a stranger... that is to say, a stranger in my own heart... and in yours.

Well, I know you've gone through so much and that you've got some "righteous" opinion of it all, but one day you're going to realize that it goes much deeper than that, and so do you. There are a lot of friends that I have lost due to death, relocation, many factors, but I'd hoped you would not be one of them. That's life though, right?

LIFE... It certainly is short, I'll say it again, but I'm glad you passed through mine while you did, because it shined much brighter for a little while. You are a human work of art. I just hope you remember me, if you listen to our tapes, and remember all I've said in letters. Though I know how fast I will fade, but I can hope, right?

I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss you... already miss you. There are no words that can really express it, and I'd never get down on paper everything in my "big heart" as you say. So let me leave you with this poem (one of many you inspire). Thanks once again for all you've given to me Z. :)

"I had a dream yesterday...
it was sweet and warm, tender,
like the calm after a storm.

My dream was so real...
you could almost feel
the touch of your lips,
the heat in your eyes.

Oh imagine my surprise
when my dream came true
my arms were holding you.

Was it really me?
My hand in yours?
Palm to palm,
heart to heart...
never knew how quickly
my world could fall apart.

But it had all come true,
Reality-Me and You.
When morning came, I cried;
my heart was gone.
It must have found a greater home.
If only it had taken me
to the place where dreams run free
and dreamers dance all through the night
on rooftops and in skies
filled with fantastic realms of light.

But sitting here now, lucidly
trying to hold on
to my very last tear...
and darkness feeling so very near;
The morning has broken me from my dream,
now you are no longer here.

What I know as the last touch of your hand
or warmth that you've shown, is gone
yet strangely, I feel I am not alone...
You've been the sweetest thing I've ever known."

Lastly, my apologies if I offended you in anything I've said, but I had to let you know these things upon my departure... Never forget that I am always here for you. I promise my friendship forever, for whenever you need it (Just listen to your song). Best of luck to you, I mean that. I only want your happiness.

Love always,
Me

PS: You always know how to find me, I'll be there. Though I know you can't return the favor.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Abandoned by Z

Tuesdays rather slip up on me, especially with a 'bank holiday' stuck in there. I am late, but here I am. This week's WWC (Weekly Words Challenge) is brought to us as always by the lovely and talented Tink of Pickled Beef. Her words for this week were "Z" and "Abandoned". This triggers bad things for me, and I tried to fight it but couldn't resist an "anonymous" photograph of "Z" himself.

Anyways, less on words and straight to the point this week.

Frutista Freeze

Zinnie's

Abandoned Humanity


Verizon

(who abandoned me)

Monday, February 16, 2009

Something Fishy

Just a note to say that this month of trying to blog daily for my NaBloPoMo group has been a chore. Majority of the days in this month I have either felt short-worded, or just didn't feel like posting at all... But I am trying.

Haven't felt that great today, just kind of 'pmsy' and blah, I ended up bumming around and watching t.v. most of today. Nothing else was going on, so I just went with the nothing vibe.

I am starving...

I WANT

Twenty-three Twenty

It won't be long until Midnight, so if I had ideas on posting honestly today (the 15th) I was definitely cutting it close.

Nothing in particular is bearing on my mind tonight, just a bunch of stuff at once kind of like I always do. Still have a very hard time "quieting" my mind down so that I can clear it out and just relax and meditate.

It seems like it's always going a million miles per hour and I've always got so much "noise" in my head. Anyone else feel this way?

I'm missing my Dad a lot this weekend. Just wish I could walk into the house, go over to his chair and kneel down on the arm like I would do a lot of the time, and just talk to him. Would always just talk about different stuff, even down to the fact that I wasn't ready for him to "go", and wanted him to live forever. He would always promise in that "fatherly" comforting way that he was going to be around a long time, and not to worry. Sometimes I'd ask him, "So what've you been up to?" and he would answer either "just sittin here on ma' butt" or "up to ma' butt in debt." You could always count on him to try to make you laugh if he was feeling up to it. I miss his silly faces, and his true, wonderful, warm and loving smile.

Sorry to get on that topic. It makes me sad too, and the state that our world is in, nobody really needs extra sadness do they??

I also want to say just how much I hate "PT Cruisers". They're so ugly and I don't know what attracts people to buy and drive these unholy vehicles. I hate getting behind them, and every person I see driving one seems to be an asshole... lol (Sorry if you drive one, I am just going by my personal experience).

I suspect that I'll have more posts this week detailing more things and people who irritate me... So stay tuned.

This laptop is the one with the shitty keyboard configuration. It jumps around wildly making it total hell for me to try typing. I'll try to type at my normal (quite fast) speed, and it will just delete whole lines, or jump up into a word way up in the text, and it irritates the piss out of me. So I am going to cut this short and sign off for the evening.

Tomorrow is a "Bank Holiday", or City holiday for many of those who work for a living, or slave to th' man, so I am included in that. I'm sure you'll hear from me then. Goodnight all.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

S'aint Love Grand


Hope yours was survivable.


This Video ('Book of Love cover') is a repeat, but I like it. It's your present. Be grateful, listen, judge not, enjoy. For today, my Want is silence. Good night.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sleeeeep

Today finds me way over my limit of sleepiness. I think it has to do with the fact that #1, I didn't do my morning workout, and #2, I've been kicking the diet drinks once again in favor of nothing but water. Therefore, I haven't had any caffeine in a while either, which is probably great for my system, but has left me with a nagging headache...

I just want to take a big fat nap.

Water is an essential key in weight loss, along with a healthy lifestyle (watching your food intake, and regular exercise). I'm sorry but there is just no shortcut. You can take supplements and pills, get surgery, or whatever else that assists you with your weight loss, but if you don't keep up a proper lifestyle, then you're not going to be fit, you'll be fat. I'm still way away from my goals, but I am trying. A nap would probably not help any at all. lol!

Since we are discussing sleep, and water, I guess it's good to be reminded to go ahead and drink more of your water intake earlier and as you progress through your day, don't drink a ton of it before bed. That can only cause you grief, I'm sure! (Especially those of you with small bladders, and you know who you are).

Here's Why Drinking Water Helps With Weight Loss (Good Article!)

Most things that we must do on a daily basis are not our favorites, right? So why is living a healthy life any different? Sure it's more fun to eat the bad stuff, but the good stuff is rewarding too, and so is the exercise. Maybe it's not as fun at first but you can grow to love being active and getting off your lazy bum. (Your favorite t.v. shows are no good excuse, VCRs have been around for an Ice Age now, or get with the program and go TIVO!)

Now, regarding the sleep part, where is the funniest place you have ever gone to sleep? Have you fallen asleep behind the wheel? At work? In the bathroom?

Once when I was adapting to 3rd shift (11:00 p.m. until 7:00 a.m.), I actually did fall asleep at work. Funny story. Lots of people working third shift would take little naps on their 30 minute lunch break. They would come back into the darkroom, lay on a bench-like thing along the wall, cover up with their coats and say, "Wake me up in 30 minutes".

This usually worked out fine, and everyone obliged one another. I guess it was a small nap and it helped get you through the shift.

I can't remember if I did so this particular night or not, but I was somewhere in the midway part of my shift, and I was working in the darkroom developing proofs. I was at the light table, working along and feeling groggy. I thought to myself, "I'm just going to lay my coat up here and just close my eyes for a couple of minutes." It was a slow night, nobody had even been in to bother me. So I did... I placed my jacket in front of me, leaned my head down on the table and fell asleep (still standing, just like a horse).

I zinged awake and checked the time, I had been asleep for 45 whole minutes! Oh my gosh, I was shocked at myself... but I didn't get caught.

Other places I've nearly fallen asleep were maybe the movie theater when I was really tired, or once after I had broken up with my boyfriend and hadn't slept for over 2 days, some friends and I went to Club 616 (Memphians will remember this place), and were downstairs sitting on a big couch and nearly konked out.

Usually though, I can stay up most of the night, especially on weekends as long as there is something going on, something to keep my attention. If it's boring, and we recline back and watch a movie though, I can't quite last.

I used to never care if I got any sleep, I could stay up all night, and just go straight to work in the morning. But with age, I have grown to love the sensation of sleep. It is so delicious.

Today's "Sleepytime" video clicks!

Sleepy Spudgy


Meer Cat Falling Asleep


Senator Conrad Burns' Naptime

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Crazy Little Thing

I'm not really sure how this post is going to go, it's just one of those things I feel frustrated about and am going to try to let it flow. So bear with me and forgive me, as I'm sure I'll be ripped a new one for my Hypocrisy.

I know I am horrible for feeling this way.

All of my life, I have pretty much loathed Valentine's Day. It's sickening flowers and hearts over commercialized and people going overboard, spending and gifting due to feeling either 'guilted into it', obligated or expected that they have to do this stuff. It's ridiculous.

Why buy into this idea? Why can't we just be happy each day of the year, do special little things to for one another no matter if it is a special occasion or not?

It seems to me that it would mean more if a significant other were to surprise you for no reason at all, unexpectedly, on a day in say April when nothing else is going on. They wouldn't do it to make up for something they'd done wrong, or because someone was sitting up and expecting it because it is "this particular day", it would be true and real, and you would know they meant it because they really love you.

These are my true feelings about Valentine's day... so why does the stupid holiday still stress me and make me feel so shitty?? Still somewhere deep down inside me, maybe stemming from my rejected teen-aged years, lives a depressed and desolate creature who feels totally forgotten and unappreciated due to thoughtlessness and/or unromantic and callous actions. Being such an "individual", I don't care about stereotypical hearts and perfect red roses. You could bring me a rock from the driveway with "I love you" written in Sharpie and I would be ecstatic. Every Valentine's day of my life has been either shitty or meaningless, except for the fact that my sweet, wonderful Dad would always do something for my Mother and me when I was growing up. That meant the world of course, but it still didn't remove my romance-misery.

The only good TRUE Valentine's Day I ever had was with my old flame, "Z". 2nd shift was 3 p.m. - 11 p.m., and he came early in the morning and spent the day with me. He showed up at the door with a gift bag that had a wonderful card, and a strange little Cherub statue with gold dusting on the hair and little flowers attached. He handed me the decorative bag and said, "Open it... when I saw this it was really You to me." It meant the world and I will never forget it as long as I live. Never since then have I had any "romantic" or heart-felt Valentine's Day... and I truly, truly HATE 2/14 with all of my dark-chocolate heart.

I have written stories about Valentine's Day before, and they're similar in mood. Some of you have been around for a while and you've read it all... if you have not, then I will give you a shortcut list.

Jackie's Valentine Reading List (if you've time):

Hearts, Flowers and All Things Sickening and Frilly (Feb 2007)

How Do I Love Thee (Feb 2008)

Butterflies, Zebras and Moonbeams V

So I feel like a hypocrite, and I don't mean to be. Deep down, I really feel like I want to thwart this Valentine's Day phenomenon... I do. I know I must send mixed signals to my husband, who is far from a romantic gentleman. I don't mean to confuse him. So it's not that my heart doesn't ache because he's not romantic, it does. I miss sweet and true heartfelt gestures badly. I just KNOW that is not him. He's not that guy... and I love him. So because I do love him, I can't sit and wish for him to be someone else. I wouldn't want him to be anyone but himself... really!

Still, I always feel terribly disappointed and unappreciated when he forgets that February 14th is Saturday and his weekend plans are to go grocery shopping at an Organic store with one of his good buddies (who have already done their Valentine's duties mostly), and to get every Tom Dick and Harry over for a barbecue. "Um... barbecue? Why once again did you not even mention this? Are we not even going to spend any time together by ourselves for Valentine's Day?" "Oh, well yeah... Which day is it?" "Saturday." "Oh, it's Saturday?"... And we get into a stupid argument about why won't he ever inform me of his idea and plan, and then why do I do nothing but bitch when he mentions 2 plans?

Maybe he considers the entire week spending time together, but it's not. During the week, we are at work, we go to band practice, we work out every day, and at night we go to bed early to get up and 'lather, rinse, repeat' daily so for me we have no quality time together. People are constantly calling him on the phone and keeping him on the line for hours, so there's extra stolen solitude. When the weekend comes, I don't think it is a sin to ask for at least 1 day where we don't have to make plans with others, and nobody "drops by unannounced" or rings the phone off the hook, or tries to make plans non-stop. Is this so wrong?? If I am being ridiculous tell me.

It's a matter of opinion and personality I guess... But I really think that he would care less if we ever did anything as a "couple" romantically, he wouldn't realize it. He could just have people over all the time, and never skip a beat. It would not occur to him that a man and wife should spend any time doing anything romantic until of course when you finally decide to hit the sack, whatever time that is.

It isn't really that I care about Valentine's Day at all, and I hate myself for making a big deal out of it. It's mainly the thought I guess that counts. It's a long-time dream of having just an occasional un-prodded, reminder-free, heartfelt "thought"... Just because, or to let me know I mean something whether it's some random day in April, or February 14th... not because it's expected, or because everyone else does it really... just because you really care.
Cupid, go to Hell.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Past Blasting

I'm not feeling very wordy today, so my blog post will be composed of videos. Have been digging through old photos and of course I am torturing people with those, but it got me feeling like old 1980s videos, commercials and so forth. Here are a few that might take you back in th' day. Enjoy.

The "Mikey" Life Cereal Commercial


The Wendy's "Where's The Beef" Commercial


I remember "Mr. Roboto" being a big deal... so here is:
Styx - "Mr. Roboto"


And finally, today I have for you...

80s One Hit Wonders


Grab the popcorn and watch all those and I'll be back tomorrow. Happy Hump Day Y'all!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

G On This Day (WWC)

It is that time again, the Weekly Words Challenge (courtesy, Tink!). I ducked out of the running last week when our words were "M" and "Jump". I said I'd make it up this week, and I am. I don't have any "Jump" pics, but I threw in a couple M's... or three.

This week's words, however, are "G" and "On This Day".

Once again, I've made up a convenient delicious Slideshow, so feel free to click if you have problems with the one I have embedded... Here goes. Have a productive and magical Tuesday.



I'll be around to everyone shortly, but don't let that stop you from commenting NOW :) I will pay back I promise. xoxo

Monday, February 09, 2009

Frazzle Dazzle

Let's start today's post off with a little "funny". My friend Kim e-mailed this to me earlier today, and I got a kick out of it. They joke about children's spelling, but who knows... these days the kid could've been really serious and meant what he said. ;)

Make sure to proofread your children's homework!
(click to enlarge if needed)

I began thinking today about how we as a society have all relaxed so much as far as taking care of ourselves, and dressing appropriately and gracefully... most of us rarely, if ever, make ourselves truly "presentable" when we go out.

When my Mother was growing up... things were just different. Jeans were what you wore when you went to chop cotton, and for the field only. This is the school she still subscribes to even now. After all she has been through, and how old she is, my Mother will never leave the house unless she is fully dressed with make-up on, looking picture perfect (in my book).

It's sad nowadays to see most people out in stores with curlers in hair, ratty clothing, and sometimes even house slippers on. When did it become socially graceful to shop in our underwear? Or even before spring has a chance to bloom, people are out half naked, and can't wait to go out whoring around and show it all. Doesn't anybody have any dignity anymore? In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with dressing sexy, but I think it can be done in such a way to strike intrigue and mystery, and be carried with true sexiness and class... not just plain trash. I bet most men would buckle faster at a really sexy dress and some classic high-heeled shoes than some too-tight, ripped up or worn out shorts and sandals and a halter top.

Of course, I myself am equally guilty of jumping out of bed and getting ready frantically, throwing on my running clothes and tennis shoes and going to the store... I do sometimes, but I really don't like it. I should take more time, and look my best all the time... really.

I know this might go under the concept of "Vanity" or something, but I think it is very nice for people to care how they present themselves. Thinking back to the old days, really for me more depicted in movies and television programs. Women wore sexy suits and gorgeous shoes, and had their hair done regularly, and maybe even hats and gloves when appropriate. Some of the fashion icons of the day, such as Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, Bridget Bardot, Audrey Hepburn, and others had classic looks that made them icons.

Just take a look at some of the "Looks" (some of these faces you may know)...



Sometimes I imagine how it would be to really have lived in other time periods and eras, even back in Victorian times when getting dressed took hours and helpers! It seems like it would be so much more interesting and magical. Being a woman has always been way more of an operation than most men, but still, we as a society have become lazy, lax and unappreciative of things. As well, we couldn't live simply or survive a depression... not like my parents did. It has just become a "don't-give-a-shit society". Quite sad.

In other news, today in Forbes magazine, Memphis was named the 2nd most miserable city. We can really boast about that, eh? I have noticed for a while now that we've had many overnight shootings... crime, rage, idiots, and just plain assholes are a big factor. Maybe it wouldn't be so miserable if people put a little spring in their step, and carried themselves more gracefully and positively.

Oh well, maybe next year we'll score #1.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Keeping Up

Oh I seriously do not want to make a post today. I really don't. There's nothing that I feel very moved to talk about, except for feeling "burned out" on everything right now. I need to get away and have a weekend trip sometime soon, I just need to recharge my batteries... I want to. :)

I'll just give you a quick run-down of the Cheech and Chong "show". When we were invited to go to this, I felt like we were made to believe that we were going to see the show, as in "free tickets" and going to actually be there. This was not the case. My husband's Mom is a member of the "diamond club" because she does a certain amount of gambling there... so she and Uncle Jorge's wife were supposed to be able to take in 2 guests a piece.

First of all they had trouble with this, as the casino hosts said this wasn't the case. They got that straight, but we found out that we weren't going to be "AT" the show, but rather listening in from the Diamond lounge, and seeing it on some t.v. screen. So, we had to sit there, trying to hear the show with bad speakers that were buzzing, and the other show 'rejects' (mostly drunken ol' has beens who were carrying on loud convos), so it wasn't a very prime experience for me.

Besides, it was just kinda sad watching Cheech and Chong do this stage interpretation of what used to be when they are so much older now. Chong doesn't look so bad, but Cheech looks like he's in bad health to me. It kinda depressed me, so it just writes home once again that nothing is ever what you expect, and that 'you can't go home again'. Leave it to me to find some dark, negative aspect of a popular comedy duo... eh?? Who else could do that.

If I'd been actually inside, watching the show and being able to hear them, then maybe I would've been able to catch the humor, and get a few laughs... Since we were all getting a bit bored, we just left, came home and played Wii.

That wraps that up.

Now, since I am not feeling like much else in the way of blog posts today, I'll bid you goodnight, and go hit the sack. Yet another Monday waiting around the corner to pounce, so I need to be ready. ;)

Hope your weekends were all wonderful.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Bat's Entertainment

We just got home from Mom's and are in preparation for tonight's Cheech and Chong festivities.

I had to put in a little blurb about last night. We rode our motorcycles down to Mom's, and on the way down Richie had a couple of funny episodes. First we were driving away from a stop sign, and he ran his back wheel over his foot somehow. He wasn't hurt, but that's something one should definitely avoid when riding. Guess it could've been quite the episode. lol

As well, he was cruising down the highway (btw this is night time) and from out of nowhere a Bat came flying out and went straight for Richie. Evidently it must've been confused because it had gotten out and was swerving around in the air in front of him, and just hit his windshield. If he didn't have a windshield, then it would've hit him face-on.

The following clip is from "Wild Hogs". In this scene, John Travolta is laughing at his fellow Wild Hogs because they are getting bugs all over their face. Meanwhile, he gets hit by a crow. This is what Richie's episode reminded me of. Go ahead, click. It's a funny clip!! Wild Hogs - Road Hazards (Watch!)



Yep, you never know what you might encounter on the road. I'm just glad it wasn't me. Usually, I'm the one having all the crazy 'luck' like that.

At any rate, it was at least decent enough weather for us to get a bit of riding in, and a visit with Mom. She's still not been feeling very well, has complained of her stomach hurting in an 'inexplicable' way. She says that it's hard to explain. One moment, you're taking care of someone in such a condition as my Dad had gotten into, and you are just running on fumes and staying strong, and then they're just gone. All of a sudden, she says, it feels like all the years just fall on you like a ton of bricks, and you just "collapse" so-to-speak. You don't realize how tired you have become, and that it just all gets to you. I guess that's what is going on with her. That and stress, of course because she lets everything get to her so badly. Other than that, she is feeling a little better than she did, and just trying to straighten out her stomach and just get back on her feet. I know that her grief process is going to take a great deal of time. Only someone who has loved so strongly, and done so much, and been married for so long can truly understand what she is going through right now. I know that. But still, I just wish I could whip out my magic wand and make it all better.

Guys, just continue to keep her in your thoughts, I just hope she gets through all this pain and grief, and can live some quality of life... I know she is never going to be the same though.

Just makes you wonder about this life sometimes. I just don't get it really... we just keep running on this hamster wheel and wondering what the object is. Sorry, went on a path there... didn't mean to get off on anything depressing.

As I said before, I'll report more later and let you know how Cheech and Chong was. Hopefully, it will go off without much irritation from everyone attending. Otherwise, you'll find me hiding out in an anti-social bubble tomorrow.

Until then...

Friday, February 06, 2009

Sweatin The Oldies

“I love mankind; it's people I can't stand.” ~Charles M. Schulz quotes (American cartoonist, 1922-2000)

Lord knows I myself am no longer what you might call "A Spring Chicken". So when I go on rants about people's ages, and appropriate dress in certain settings, please, please nobody take it to heart. I am also no "Skinny Chicken", so take the weight-related comments with a grain of salt as well! Although everyone should be themselves, and enjoy life, and live the way they see fit, I still feel that there are some "common sense" rules about how to carry oneself publicly. It's about knowing what people should have to look at, and about looking like a fool.

You probably wonder why I even pay attention to people, but it's just me. I'm a people watcher, I like to observe others' behaviors, odd and annoying habits. Gives me something to do while I am listening intently to my eclectic music playlist.

"Aging Tennis Diva"
Well, you should probably recall this lady from my gym-rants just the other day. This morning, however, she had ditched the vulgarity of her tennis skirt and too-short Lycra for the standard "athletic shorts" (still quite short), but this time she didn't spend as much time digging out her assets. The only complaint I really had about her this morning was that she went to one Treadmill, hiked her leg up on the arms, spreading her shoe-soul germs all over it, did her stretches, and then deserted that machine for the one directly next to it. She didn't even wipe it off. I know, I know, this isn't the biggest crime in the world, it could be worse.

Then as she began her morning run on the treadmill, she ripped off her over-sized tee in order to show her stretchy Lycra clingy top. She wasn't the worst dressed lady of course, and I applaud the not being ashamed of your body vibe. Nothing wrong with being proud to be fit, one can go too far though.

Like this next lady...

"Gutsy Grandma"
This lady had the fluffy, pulled up curly 'Jewish Woman from New Jersey' hair-do. She wore a very skimpy, Lycra sports bra with no shirt. She had on a pair of very fitting athletic pants, and although I can't zing her for wearing anything too short, they were definitely revealing in their tightness. The worst part is she is just deep into her elliptical workout, and her entire flabby midsection is rolling right along with her, heaving out of her tight sports bra and youthful athletic pants.

The woman was not overweight or anything, but she still had a sagging midsection. These are body areas that might be hard to tighten, but in my opinion, if you don't got it, then PLEASE don't flaunt it. You're just embarrassing yourself, and I wouldn't lay my guts out on the line for all to see. Keep it at home, and when you are in public, save the rest of our eyes!

"Steroid Steve"
I've been watching 'Steroid Steve' for a couple of days now. He's one of those guys who's possibly a power lifter. His upper body is all musclebound and meaty, and then he has little noodle legs that are severely overlooked, and lacking. These are usually the guys that do the 'Ogre War Grunt' when lifting, to ensure that everyone else notices them. They usually have no inside voice whatsoever, and sport terrible manners.

Well, I'm enjoying my cardio, and listening to my music when all of a sudden, Steroid Steve blusters up from the back row, and as loud as possible, he screams at someone he knows up front, "COME ON, GET THE LEAD OUT UP THERE! LET'S GO!!!"

I promptly jerk my neck to the back-right, and glare at Steroid Steve, wondering why he finds it necessary to make so much noise this early in the morning. I wasn't the only one with a twisted neck. He does this a couple more times, when I'm tempted to jump off and stomp the living testosterone out of him. I mean, my volume will only go up so loud. Finally, SS finished his little workout and tromped on down the isle. He's only in addition to the usual annoying people who just sit at side-by-side machines, and barely work out, only to use their time to socialize, and carry on annoying conversations. This is just as distracting.

I just wish people would all work-out, and keep it on the down.

It's a thrill a minute, I swear... but I do enjoy my workouts early in the morning, because it gives me so much energy and makes me feel good the rest of the day. Plus that early morning fat burn (before you eat even a morsel) burns off nothing but pure body fat, and boosts your metabolism all day long. Can't beat that!

Anyway, I haven't had any other really interesting things going on this week, basically just work and trying to get things done. As I said before though, guess I'll be at Mom's tonight as it's only two or three of us pulling shifts at home, and I'll be taking in the comedy stylings of "Cheech and Chong" tomorrow night. I'll report on these happenings, I am sure.

Also, if you haven't checked by in a while, visit the sites that I contribue to: I Miss My Childhood, and WTF Friday. ~Happy Weekend!!~

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Short But Sweet

Today finds me feeling quite antsy. I'm not sure why. Just feel the need to escape for some R&R, just some solitude. That would do nicely. Trying to look forward to weekends, as they normally offer some bit of a breather between work weeks, but it's been hard lately. Last weekend, I didn't get much rest between all my different roles, and this weekend I am sure will be the same. The weather is supposed to be nice, warm, and mostly sunny so I think I will definitely be doing some motorcycle riding. "Rev it up Jimi!"

Saturday, we have plans to go and see Cheech and Chong at a Casino, so I am looking forward to that, I think. Should be a good show, and at least I can say that I got to see Cheech and Chong together in this lifetime. Of course I will have to go to Mom's and visit over the weekend, so I don't know how to swing that with Saturday night being booked... Friday night I guess? I'm just so tired by the end of the day on Friday... We'll see. I'll just play it by ear and listen to my intuition.

O.k., so it's Video time today. In the spirit of the above-mentioned comedy duo, I'll post up one of my favorite clips of theirs. Here's the Video "Mexican Americans"


Also, I am adding this one for no particular reason, just because I want to dedicate it to my pal '4D'... Yep... here's a very 'Vicious Video' that I am sharing today just for our favorite Preacherman (a.k.a. Manic), can you get enough "Sid"? No, I don't think so. This one's for you!



Hope you all enjoyed those. I'll be back tomorrow with more interesting things, I think I might do a story, or journal entries or something. I dunno. Come back and see.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

The Jagger Edge

First of all, I forgot my deodorant this morning... I just realized it when I raised my arms to stretch. So much for smelling sexy today.

I've just had so many things on the brain lately, stress type stuff about Mom, worrying about her emotional state after all she's been through with Dad, and band-related stuff to boot.

For one, you know how easy it is to get the wrong idea, or misunderstandings in e-mails? Well, I guess it was Friday and we had a sort of 3 way e-mail going on between my husband, my drummer and myself. The discussion was about how crappy Memphis was, and just how we had entertained thoughts of how cool it would be to live elsewhere (like NYC or something) one day. It wasn't anything definite, and it wasn't meant as a "Hey man, we're going to pack our belongings and take the first train outta here". Just general discussion. Well for some reason, he evidently took it to heart way more than we meant it, and freaked out a little. I won't go into the extreme details of it all, but from what I'd been told he was pretty down and out about it.

So I guess last night, all these different thoughts culminated into an odd dream. Yes, DREAM! You guys KNOW how much I love my dreams and my out-of-body experiences, and dream work. So there. It's my dreamworld and I'll go there anytime I see fit.

I haven't been able to recall every detail of the dream, but it was kind of realistic and modern-day. The basic jist of the dream was that my drummer and his girlfriend were breaking it off and they were both leaving Memphis. We hadn't planned on this, so it had upset me really bad. While I was busy being distraught over the issues with them, and wondering why everyone was going nuts, my husband ended up getting a job in California. So we were supposed to be moving to Cali where he would be making $150,000 per year. My problem was, that I didn't want to fly, I hadn't secured a job myself and also didn't want to live that far from my Mom because of everything she has been through lately, and I wanted to be there for her. I was afraid that being so far away, and no finances being certain that I wouldn't have the funds to travel back and forth to see her as much as I wanted.

Somehow all of this surrounded the band too though, obviously the band breaking up was a big deal in the dream. Maybe we had made a lot of progress or something. I don't know. Obviously, I was pretty close to Mick Jagger because he shows up in the dream with someone who I am assuming was Keith Richards (or maybe it was Ronnie Wood), and Mick gave me some sort of gift. It was one of those things that I was totally in awe of in the dream, but in waking life I have no idea what it was.

When he gave it to me, I had the sense that it was something of his, or something very significant that meant a lot to him, and he wanted me to have it. Almost "award-like". I can't remember more about that. I just remember when he gave it to me, I screamed, jumped up and down and appeared to be really ecstatic, then I hugged the hell out of Mick Jagger, and we were all smiling and stuff. Nothing more that I can really remember from that dream just yet, but if more comes to me later, I'll update it... you know how that goes.

Funny thing is, I never even think about Mick Jagger, and I'm not the biggest Rolling Stones fan in the whole world... so how the heck did Mick pop up in my dream? hahaha! It's pretty funny to me. He looked better than he normally does, like a little younger, or healthier, and he was dressed very well. It was kinda cool.

Hey, at least it was much, much cooler than the horrible dream I had once (a long time ago) where I was having sex with Jerry Garcia on my Mother's couch. Now that I could definitely do without!!

My Want du Jour?? I WANT to have more crazy dreams, they're so much fun!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Jumpin On M-P-T

Today is Weekly Words Challenge Day! That would be really great if I had entries. The fact is that I do have some, but they're still sitting, safe and warm on my camera. I had no time to prepare them today. It's kinda o.k. though because they weren't that great in my opinion, and I also wasn't able to get anything together for the word "Jump". Just stumped me... I don't know why.

Therefore, I am officially pulling out of this week's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), always brought to us by the Sporkalicious Tink of Pickled Beef. This week's words were "M" and "Jump" (as you might know). I might try to do both themes next week if I can, since I hate to waste what's on my camera. We'll see. Next week's words are "G" and "On This Day".

And per Tink, "If you haven't joined the fun yet, go here for details. We also have a Flickr group for easy shareability. Not only do you get to add "Lowly Foon" to your resume, but you get to find out the new words at least an hour earlier. Happy snapping!"


Now for more irritations about rude people and annoying gym behavior.

I read around the internet sometimes when I am looking up similar experiences from others, and it appears that I am (gladly) not the only one who notices these other rude and irritating assholes. :)

"In God's Kitchen"

People watching is just one of those things I kind of naturally do, and I just can't help it. Plus, people make it so easy to think stupid things about them. Sorry, you know I don't mean YOU. So anyways, the other day I was peacefully doing my elliptical work-out and "the aging tennis Diva" promptly brought her overly short tennis skirt over, with tiny little "Lycra" shorts underneath, which I guess were supposed to hide things. She started out by standing by the machine and pulling all the material down and out of her butt. Then she did stretches. Each leg, stretch... stretch...

After stretching, she pulled material down and out of her butt. Then she looked around, yanked at the back of her skirt a few times... one more tug on the Lycra to make sure it wasn't in her butt... Then she got on the treadmill and began her workout. Although this lady was in good shape for her age, she still could've used some extra coverage on her legs. Plus how can you effectively workout when you're constantly having to yank things out of your ass?

A great rule of thumb should be, if you constantly have to yank, tug and pull on your outfit to keep it out of your colon, then maybe you should buy something longer, more comfortable and suitable for a good workout.

Then, I have bitched and moaned so often about the rude drivers around the Memphis area, but it just never ends. I can't stop wanting to pulverize the people who pull out in front of me only to turn 5 houses down, or go 20 mph after bolting out in front of me (when there was nobody behind me for a mile). Tempted I am to jump out and stomp the living daylights out of those people who constantly run up my tailpipe then switch lanes incessantly trying to get "the good lane", when it only slows down, then they run up the other person's tailpipe trying to get back over and jump in front of me. What's the race all about?? Why does it bother someone when others drive along and happen to be ahead of them just by the natural flow of traffic? It's like everyone's in a death race to get to nowhere. Plus, I can't go without mentioning once again, the total a-holes who ride my bumper with their high-beams on, or just think they are the only ones on every road and that it is "OK" to drive around with high beams. This is (let me repeat) RUDE AS HELL... It makes it extremely hard for your fellow drivers to see well, and I hope that you get run over because you've blinded everyone else on the road... that will serve you right.

Here are my "WANTS" for today:

I WANT to encounter less JERKS on a daily basis.

I WANT to throw this laptop through the window because the keyboard is really making me furious.

I'm tired and I WANT to go to bed now (in working with my NaBloPoMo February 2009 theme of "WANT". I'll finish watching "Disaster Movie" I guess, surf around a bit, and then hit the sack.

I will be back with my WWC next week, so I am sure nobody's that disappointed. I'll make it up to you guys, I promise :)

Monday, February 02, 2009

Walk On

I said something funny to a friend of mine earlier today, when discussing the weekend's events. I said, "I wear many hats, Friday night I had to be a fag hag, Saturday night I had to be a gospel singer, and last night I was a Steeler's Fan".

All of it is true, I had a busy weekend. Friday night I had my friend Brian's going away dinner, to say goodbye (end of an era). He moved to Atlanta with his boyfriend. Then Saturday night was the Gospel singing we agreed to sing for Mom. And of course Sunday, I was the ultimate Steelers fan!! They rocked it. Albeit that it was a close game, but they kepts us guessing, and ultimately came through and made it fantastic!

Ok, a note about the singing; As I had told you, my niece Ginger and I were ambushed by my Mom kind of "last minute" to perform at her church singing Saturday night. We were both dreading it and didn't know what to sing on such short notice, but we ended up having fun (basically just because we brought the house down of course since we're excellent).

Now I don't have any actual footage. Old southern churches are not that advanced... lol But I did find a video of another group "The Isaacs" doing the song that Ginger sang. This is the one that really got everybody. For gospel I guess it's pretty good.

I don't listen to this stuff, and I only do it for Mom's church when she begs me to :)

Have a listen... if you like bluegrass style, you'll like it. It's fast.

Walk On - The Isaacs"

I don't care if you are not religious or a Christian, that's not what this post is about, so don't go on any religion rampages--I am not into organized religion either, I am spiritual in my way. But I AM into making my Mom happy.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

First Failures

I had every intention of being able to start blogging on the 1st of February and handle the whole month of posts, and I am still going to. I am sorry, but this is kinda "cheating" but I am filling in my days. I WANT to be able to still participate, and I am going to, but for my first and second posts, 'back-blogging' will have to do.

Give me a moment to compose myself, and I'll be in full swing. Thank you!!

Aunt Jackie