Tuesday, March 31, 2009

N 2 Orange (WWC)

Here's today's entry for the WWC (Weekly Words Challenge), brought to us by our favorite friend, Tink of Pickled Beef blog.

The words are "Orange" and "N". I'm running and short on time so I won't babble.

Slight manipulation made my Nikon logo appear Orange.

Napa (Orange and N)

"N"o longer in business.

Last letter is "N"

No Idea Where I Am!

Orange Street Sign for Dead N'd :)

Season Fry "N"

The Season Fries Are Pretty Orange

Naughty

The Colored Lights On Stage Look Pretty Orange

An Orange-tinted Sunset


Orange You Glad I am Finished???

Monday, March 30, 2009

Name Game

I got this from my good buddy Kcinnova over at Kcinnova's World

I copied and pasted, and using the exact questions from there... Let's give it a go, Just for fun. I'm not going to "tag" anybody, but if you like it, feel free to do one.

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1. Your rock star name (first pet, current car) - Tobie Honda

2. Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe) – Everything But The Flip Flops

3. Your Native American name (favorite colour, favorite animal) – Black Cat

4. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born) – Dawn Memphis

5. Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name) Oodja

6. Superhero name (2nd favorite colour, favorite drink) – Green Tea

7. NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers) – Gene Clifton

8. Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy) Eternity Dove

9. Movie Star name (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side and your favorite candy): Clara Dove

10. Your Gamer Tag (a favorite color, a favorite animal): Pink Panther

11. TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) Wilson Witchita

12. Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower) – Autumn Sunflower

13. Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now) – Grape Jacket

14. Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) – Milk Maple

15. Porn star name (first pet, first street where you lived) – Tobie Hillbrook

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Well that's all very interesting, and some of them are quite funny. Thanks Kc!!

This week's "Weekly Words Challenge" keywords are "Orange" and "N" so I'll be working on that as much as possible... I can't believe it's Monday already, but we're going to make it just fine, right??

More later... you know, feelings thoughts and all that bs!!! hehea

Friday, March 27, 2009

Long day not quite over

Just a quick post here from the ol Crackberry. This has not been one of those exciting days (or weeks for that matter) that pass quickly like when you're having fun.

It's not even a question of there being plenty of work for me to do because there are things I could go ahead and get done before time, and things I need to take care of, but for some reason I am just distractable. This causes me to go out of my mind with some strange type of "self-inflicted boredom". Sounds crazy I know, but it's like I can't keep my mind on business or important issues. So I doodle around, getting necessary stuff done but daydreaming and clock watching way more than I need to.

The funny thing is that I work well under pressure, so when I do this and it comes down to a crunch, I excel with flying colors but in seeing how easy it was to complete said mission, I think to myself, "why didn't I go ahead and get this done weeks ago??"

I used to do it in school too. Wait until the last possible moment on a very big term paper or such that was due and detrimental to my grade, and then all but ace the thing.

People don't get it... I don't either. I never was much of a studyer but could make the grade if I so desired. I always have had a hard time focusing. Imagine what I could have acconplished if I had just made that extra effort!!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Thursday For Strange

Thursday's odds and ends

These strange and unusual stories caught my eye today.

Guess sometimes love just really isn't enough!! lol
Woman Arrested After Shackling Self To Husband


Girl Marries Dog In Bizarre Ritual:

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Black and Natural Life (WWC)

Sorry for the delay, I am finally posting my WWC for this week, just haven't been able to get to it. Words "Black" and "Natural Life". Yes I really should be spanked for taking so long on this, it's appalling... anyone?? anyone?? Just kidding. :)

The WWC as always is brought to us by the not-so-black, but always natural and worldly Tink of Pickled Beef (see her for details if you wanna join!) Well I'm late enough already, let's get right down to binnesss.


Pictured above, a Mother in The Natural World.


Blue and Black Photo, Picturesque Scene In The Natural World


Modern World Collides With The Natural World.


The Soil Is Almost Black In This Part Of The Natural World.


Club Scene Barely Illuminated by Light, Looks Almost Black.


My Mom Is Most Happy and At Peace In The Natural World.

So there you have it... finally! Now, I have to play catch up and get to a possible entry for today. Thanks for being patient with your Aunt Jackie... now, go play outside in The Natural World. ;)

Fade to Black...

Monday, March 23, 2009

Dies Lunae

Semi-quick little weekend update(s):

Saturday night's gig went off without a hitch on our part, and it was nice to get out for a change and hang at the Stage Stop, and hear some other bands too. As I may or may not have said, I elected to do a keyboardless set due to our time constraints and just to see how much more "relaxed" I could be and I really have to say that I enjoyed it immensely, so I might make some permanent changes. Of course not to leave keyboards out totally, but I might set-up next time where I can run over and play a song on the keys, and then have some where I just sing at the mic and can go back and forth instead of feeling awkward behind the keyhboard during a song where I don't play.

So it was quite a late night, as it always tends to be when we gig, but I'm glad this week will be sort of a let up from last week's hectic schedule in preparation for the gig. I can take a deep breath and feel a little lighter (mentally speaking).

Other than that I am really feeling draggy this morning and I think I could've done quite a significant further amount of sleeping at that. But alas, Monday is always swift and cunning, and really sneaks up on you. So here I am, trying to gather my thoughts and find some purpose for myself, or at least accomplish some things today.

I was thinking on my "Bucket List" the other day, I know it sounds silly, but I do have things I would like to experience specifically before I leave this world. I don't have the time or energy to really list a bunch of them right now, I just wanted to say that I have added "The Metropolitan Opera" to my list of "things to do", which might coincide with the fact that I'd like to be in New York City at Christmastime one of these years... we'll just have to see how it goes.

'What made me think of this?' you might be inclined to wonder. Well, I caught a portion of the movie "Pretty Woman" on HBO the other night, and it was right at the part where they went to the Opera. The music all through that soundtrack kind of makes me sad and takes me back to some pretty nice times, and then I equate all those tunes to certain experiences. So I just had a reminiscing session while watching, and then thought to myself, "Wow, I actually would like to get all dolled up and really go see an opera sometime." Now, I am seriously doubtful that Mr. J would take part in this, unless of course it was merely for the fact that he could wear a Tux and look hot. Otherwise, I will probably go and hire a very sexy and handsome Italian Escort--haha!!! So it will look authentic and romantic. ;)

This week's agenda is pretty clear so far. I'm going to strive for a few pics for Tomorrow's WWC with Tink, but other than that, guess it's a pretty blank page. I don't have much else at the moment, so you guys have a great Monday.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

To Whom It May Concern

(A Memo From Jimi)

To Whom It May Concern [This means you... all of your self-absorbed, rude, greedy, thoughtless drivers on the roads and highways of this world full of increasingly endangered beauty and love for your fellow man].

What a gorgeous day it is. Just breathe in the delectable scents and flavors of nature and sunshine. Feel that cool, fresh air enter your lungs. Take the speed down a notch, enjoy the sights and sounds all around you in this multi-dimensional universe that you happen to be cruising your way through.

Everywhere you look there is something to see... and if you listen closely, yes open up your ears, you can understand exactly what the birds are singing about. As the fish immerse themselves wholly in the rivers and the streams, and they swim bravely against the currant to where they know they must go, I blaze my trail, flames flying high, leaving my smoke signals behind me to lead the way. We could all arrive together in this majestic celebration.

But you, all of you want to get there first even though you have no idea where you are going. You plow past your fellow travelers without even a wink or a smile, and you hurdle towards your destination unknown at speeds that would make the Angel of Death wince.

What's the big rush friends? Can't you see that you're finger is stuck on the Fast-forward button and you're missing the best part of the song. But who am I to stop you? You know best, and you're in the drivers seat, so by all means, let me move over rover... right out of your way and let you proceed. You can have the citations and the collisions and the stress.

Meanwhile, I'll slow down a little more and give you some room. I'm in no rush, It's a beautiful day and I've got all the time in the world.

Sincerely,


















Jimi

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Rude Awakenings

A couple of weeks ago, I made a very half-hearted attempt at reanimating my Strength Training routine... I lifted weights one night, and then let nearly another two weeks follow without so much as a bicep curl. So last night, I got Mr. J to write up another routine for me to try and I began again. I started out with Chest Press, followed by Bench Rows, Pull-Overs and finally Military Press. Most of these were 5 sets of 5 reps each (give or take). I am slightly sore today but for the most part, I usually get most sore the 2nd day after for some reason. However, I did drink Surge by 'Biotest' (not Surge the soft drink) afterward. That is a product that has protein as well as BCAA's (Branched Chain Amino Acids), and the right type of sugars necessary for fast muscle recovery. Good product, if you are into strength training, lifting, body building, or whatever, I highly suggest trying any of the Biotest Laboratories products. Not to make this a total lesson in muscle and strength or fitness, I was just basically giving a little information about the products. You never know who it might help.

Between and after my lifting routine last night, I finally sorted out my Tax terrors. I am not as stressed about that now, as I can slightly see some light peeking through the end of this tunnel. So all I am lacking now, is ink for my printer so I can finish the deed, and money to send off some payments. Then we are copacetic until tax time rolls around again (which is always, always far too soon).

After the tax-time torment ended, and I'd finished my working out, we watched a few fleeting seconds of television, I took a hot, bubbly soak, and we headed off to bed. I was all set to enjoy a night of relaxing dreams until I awoke at just around 1:30 a.m., for no apparent reason, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Next up, it was right around 3:30 a.m. when I thought I was dreaming and heard bells ringing... I awoke to Richie yelling, "Hey Jackie someone's at the door. Someone's ringing the doorbell!" I quickly snapped to reality, noticing the time. A feeling of panic washed over me as I said, "I don't have any clothes on, can you come with me??" Richie exclaimed, "Don't answer that!" I thought for a moment about not answering but unnerved, and thinking it had to be something bad, I said, "But what if it's the Police?" I figured that it was doubtful, but if something was going on in the neighborhood, I thought the Police might be there, and they had stopped by before, with this or that issue... I wouldn't want to NOT answer for the cops and them to kick down a door or something.

Richie replied, "Oh yeah... Guess we should check. I gotta PEE!"

I darted back, "Well wait!! Come with me!" Imagining being konked in the head at the door, and sometimes it's hard to fathom, but you hear all kinds of news stories about people coming to the door and robbing people, using different types of schemes... Some people bring a baby to the door and pretend that they're having car trouble, some people have other stories. But this was stark in the middle of the night. I didn't like it one bit honestly.

So we both went up to the door, and I peeked through my 'make-shift curtain', and I recognized the face outside the window... but was highly disturbed to see this person.

Not to be telling tales out of school, but I just have to get it off my chest, and I will use "initials" to protect anonymity. "It's M."

Richie: "What's he want?"

I told M. that I wasn't presentable and that I couldn't answer the door, that we were sleeping and it was the middle of the night.

He said, "I'm sorry!! Jackie I'm stuck in the mud and I need Richie to come pull me out."

I said, "Uhhh... wait a minute... %^@##!!!#! Hang on... "

Then I yelled for Richie and told him what was going on... and he said, "Oh. Alright... Lemme get dressed and I'll go pull him out. Without hesitation, he threw his clothes on and proceeded to assist. Now even though this is someone that we know, I still felt apprehension, and quite honestly it put me in a state of nervousness... the entire incident. While I am admittedly quite Un-trusting of most of the human race, I would venture to say that Richie can sometimes be a bit "OVER-trusting". He took off and didn't even take his cellphone with him, so I was left to worry that he might be dragged off into some trap, or being set-up for something bad, or robbed or maybe setting the stage for a robbery of our house. I don't know. My imagination, as usual, went completely wild. Therefore, I never returned to sleep.

We elected, then, to go ahead and zip up to the gym and do some cardio workout, you know... um, get our sweat on.

A funny thing happened. As I was looking around "ass staring", observing everyone else's activities on the machines and in the facility (a terrible, irritating habit that I wish I could shake, but alas I am a people watcher), I began to get something of a panic attack, but not really a panic attack. It was more like a slight freak-out, but my head began to spin with frantic thoughts, and I had to consciously catch a few breaths while fighting the urge to jump off the machine and go running from the building... maybe I was just sleepy.

So I have been up since 3:30 a.m., and now will have to be up late due to Band Practice, still preparing for the Saturday night gig, which I am not as apprehensive about either. We will only be playing about a 30-35 minute set. I have made the command decision to go without my Korg and do a "keyboardless set". I thought It would be relaxing, and I can just be at the Mic singing, and maybe find my stage presence. Normally, I feel so bogged down because I am standing at the mic behind my piano and it's really awkward, and I don't feel very much like an entertainer. Plus, I am never very self-confident deep down. I'm always feeling goofy and not knowing what to do with my hands, but we'll see how this goes. I'm no GG Allin, an insane front man, but neither do I want to be some boring rock behind a mic either. Aaaafffggghhh! Where are the feasts we were promised?!?! :)

The week will keep stepping along, and we will prevail. I'm not dreading any of it as bad as I was. Didn't I say in the beginning of the week that I knew things would turn out fine and I wasn't going to sweat it?? Openly, I practiced this through the hours and days following, consciously relaxing myself and reminding my psyche to chill out... let it flow. I'm doing alright.

For tonight of course, there is practice after work, and we'll iron out the setlist a bit more, maybe we will be tight enough not to have to practice Friday night, although for now we're still planning it. We've had creative differences flying around the room lately in the band, but nothing that won't pass. Guess that comes with the territory.

That is officially all I have to ramble on about today, for whoever may be interested, and for those who were not entertained by it, carry on... Aunt Jackie is not recommended for everyone, for those on pace-makers, or with high blood pressure. Please consult a physician before starting a regimen of Deep In The Forrest. But For Those About To Rock (With Me), I wholeheartedly salute you.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Diamond One (WWC)

Once again, I feel I am barely skating by on my entries, but at least I am participating! I have a couple of revisited photos. I promise to be back in full force one of these days soon with my photos, that is, if I even survive and feel like I should continue blogging. I want to, I love blogging, guess that should be enough, right?? Just enjoy it and stop overthinking? We'll see... thanks anyway for the couple or so who have begged me to stay and who do at least enjoy the read... I appreciate that.

This week's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC), is as always brought to us by the lovely Tink, and this week by the keywords, "One" and "Diamond".

Here goes... enjoy. :-\

One Man at One With His Guitar

Expression of "Oneness"

One Strange Tree Trunk!

It's 1:11 Do You Know Where Your AJ Is??

One Ring With Multiple Diamonds

Turning One

And there you have it...

Happy Tuesday and Happy Snapping One and All! You're All Diamonds In My Book.

Oh yeah, and Happy St. Patty's Day Everyone!!

I almost forgot since I have no celebration planned... just another day in paradise.

Monday, March 16, 2009

You Can't Roller Skate In A Buffalo Herd

This week begins with me staring through the barrel of such a hot pistol of a week. I shudder to think on it really, and I know that I'll get through it somehow, but there's just too much on my plate for comfort.

For starters, band practice not one night, or two but three whole nights this week just to CRAM and get ready for the gig on Saturday night. That means tons of extra miserable driving around for me, late nights, exhausting early mornings and then to top that off I am trying to finalize my tax junk so I can try to file asap. Yeah I know, I have been saying that for a while, I had trouble with some of the forms from my company, and I DID in fact get those all resolved, but It doesn't make things easier to file unfortunately this time. I may owe, and I want to double check that with a good source before sending it off so I can be sure.

I know it will all work out, and I shouldn't sweat it, but I am just at the beginning of the trail and just need to take a deep breath and move forward... Here we go... Hang on everyone.

Just been feeling down.

Other than that, I have nothing really to tell, and nobody's really listening anyways. My blog is becoming more and more of a journal in a way, where I am just writing to 'hear myself think'... It must just be all very boring now... and I guess I have to be able to devote more time to commenting myself to keep people coming by mine, and I do apologize for not being able to get around enough lately, it's just been one thing after another, I am really trying... Maybe I am just going through a time now, like lots of people have, where I just have no business blogging... y'think??

If I can't write about something worthwhile, and manage get around to people, and they're not getting around to me, it might be all wasted efforts... I don't know. Maybe I should give some thought to 'giving up 'The Forrest'. What's cutting down a few more trees anyway, huh.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Just Call Me 511 (Too Much Information)

Yeah it's a long title, and I have a slight OCD-type obsession with making sure that my titles are neat and tidy... what's that all about?? But I forfeited that for you guys today.

Well a few people have expressed that they were looking forward to my thoughts and couldn't wait to see my junk. That's quite interesting, and could be construed as dirty, but I'll let it pass without giving you guys a hard [time].

The days continue to fly by and the time continues to slip through our fingers like monkey grease.
So completely unorganized, busy and random (just like my brain), I will spill my thoughts out today as I go until I am ready to put these up for human eyes.

Speaking of Grease, "Monkey Grease" I thought was what it was called... When my Dad used to work on automotive stuff, and I was hanging around him, he had this canister of really green looking "grease", and I thought I remembered him calling it Monkey Grease, but it might have been something else. I used to be somewhat fascinated with the stuff though, and thought it was strange how you had to grease everything up as you worked on cars and trucks. Another fine memory of Dad.


If you've noticed recently, or maybe I haven't actually Blogged it but I discovered a new "cool" quote the other day (metaphorically speaking), it was actually discovered by Richie when he was browsing the web and saw a video of a guy on fire (one of those extreme type websites) and the caption was a quote, "Build A Man A Fire, And He'll Be Warm For A Night; Set A Man On Fire, And He'll Be Warm For The Rest Of His Life!" (I may have adjusted the wording to my like, but I thought that was a great quote and good advice for most of humanity.


Last weekend I went to a Metaphysical Fair here near where I work, went with a friend of mine on Sunday afternoon for just a bit. While I was there, I ran across YET another cool healing stone to add to my collection, it's called a "Selenite", which has some pretty cool properties. Those of you who know me relatively well, or have known me for a long time know of my obsession with stones, rocks and minerals and my spiritualistic approach to life (which is based on my own experiences, and beliefs and views).
I love Native Americans for their spirituality and I enjoy many things in the "Healing" genre, have a vast interest in reading and checking out many of the worlds cultures and beliefs, but I am a live and let live person.

How I live and what I believe works for me, and I enjoy it--Maybe it's not the best thing for you, so I don't try to force my ways upon anyone, and I will not adhere to the "church" of 'You're going to Hell if you don't believe like I do.' Take it or leave it, and I politely request no lectures or bitchings in that regard... I don't mind a debate, but I just like to live my life.


Might I digress... In addition to the Selenite stone, I also decided to check out a sort of reading with this lady, it was related to Crystal Skulls and Energy Work, I found it to be fascinating and quite relaxing. Later when we returned home, I felt like 'smudging', so I burned some Sage around the house in my own private little ceremony I guess you could say. A day or so later, an otherwise "healthy" Richie popped up with boils on each arm and had a cortizone shot in his bung wrist (which has no relation to the other injuries, he already had a sore wrist before the smudging). LOL

So what I am JOKINGLY insinuating is that Richie was being held together by his "Evil Spirits", and when I performed the purification ceremonies, dousing him, the dog, the cat, etc... He started simply falling apart. It is to laugh, I think that's pretty funny. ;)
One of the proposed properties of Selenite is that it is said to be helpful in "past life regression" and be a very strong healing stone (resist your urge to scoff please). So that night, I had stored the stone close to my bed, and had been playing with it really all day because I loved the smooth texture and it just felt good in my hand. I had a strange little dream, and I quite liked it.

It wasn't really a "past life" type thing, but it was a "Time Travel" of sorts. In the dream, my Mother and I had traveled back in time to sometime I'd say in the 1930s, and it was the town I grew up in except it didn't quite look the same. It was very old looking, and there were businesses in something of a town square. I tried to read the signs of each business and compare them to what I thought were still in business in modern day. As I was doing this, my Mom beckons me with her across the street, and we walk along. A woman comes out who looks extremely like my sister Jeanne but is not. This woman is introduced to me as my great-grandmother (Mom's Mom's Mom lol). Then my Mother introduces me to HER as "Her youngest child". It's at that point that my great-grandmother (looking like Jeanne) Hugs me. Then I turned and looked around and there was some sort of "train-like" carriage that was supposed to be the vehicle that Mom and I were using to travel back in time... we were getting ready to leave and that is all I remember about it. Found it to be really interesting though.


To change the subject now, I have been thinking about all the other drivers on the road. You've all heard me bitch about Memphis-area drivers and their terrible manners and their callous, asshole attitudes... as well as their nearly-non-existent driving skills. Well it seems so funny to me that whenever you're driving, there is a tendency to call anyone going slower than you (those you get "stuck" behind) something like a Creeping-Asshole, but anyone who decides to pass you with flying colors, they are all Shithead Crazy Maniacs!! Funny huh. Still, I have been fighting both these morons on a daily basis, and even more since I have a longer route to work now. I'm so lucky to be the only sane, able-bodied driver on the road!

Remember these?? (SNL) They were great!

Guess that is all I have to subject you to right now of my thoughts. If I come up with anything else worth spouting off then I will indeed be back... You can bank on it. ;) Hope you guys all have a blast this weekend! Stay safe and watch out for the morons in front of and behind you.

Still going strong are WTF Friday and I Miss My Childhood (2 blogs that I occasionally contribute to), feel free to browse away.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Video Time


Heaven Tonight

Just thought about that song today and while I am still going to post more in detail later, some thoughts and junk, I thought I would leave you with a video to enjoy.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Three Eleven (311)

Happy Birthday Jolie
We Miss You Every Day
R.I.P.
March 11, 1978 - May 16, 1998


Was going to post more than just a photo but I just have been really busy at work as well as I guess feeling down from missing loved ones. We've all had so many lost these last few years.

Life, Love and Then Life And Love Eternal...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Over Nothing

Am I still caught up in some whirlwind? It seems like my energy just waxes and wanes. I know it's been a few weeks now, and my family has good days and bad days, but we are still all in quite a bit of grief and emptiness without my father. Things are just very hard.

My mother, of course, has it the worst because she was there with him day in and day out for 48 years, my other sisters had him longer than I did, but still there is a huge empty well that used to be filled with his laughter, spirit and love.

Lately, it seems that I can't do anything without thinking about Daddy. Washing my motorcycle, I was reminded of how often we would wash cars together or when he would do his part to try and teach me about automotive things. I can't ride my bike either without remembering him teaching me how to drive everything, since I was just 2 years old, teaching me to shift and always allowing me something to drive. Certain television programs only echo his laughter. The house is blue and lonely without him.

When I am there, spending time with Mom, it's so hard because I feel like I can't make anything better and I can't really do or say the right thing. Then she's been sick with a cold and I worry about her getting worse in that way, even though I know I can only do what I am able to help and support her. I can't grieve for her, I can only be there.


Sometimes it's all too tough to take, so if I slide out of reality and try to enjoy things that are childish or lighthearted, I will not apologize for that. We're all different, and have different ways of handling things, as well we all have different feelings and beliefs about the world and the universe. I respect yours, and hope only for mutual respect as well.

Today is also the Weekly Words Challenge (WWC) (hosted by Tink of course). The keywords are "9" and "Desire". Honestly, I have not felt like taking any photos in the last few days, so I am going to skip this week... sorry guys. But check Tink's Blog, and feel free to enjoy everyone else's submissions.

Maybe I will be back later with updates or other thoughts, we'll see how the day goes.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Oh Happy Cynical Day!

Blessed was the day that our best-blog-buddy, Jayman (From "Cynical Bastard") was born!! Today is his Birthday... so go over and wish him a rockin and bad-assed day! He's probably the glue that keeps us all sane ;)

Have a great day Jay!! And here's to many more... Birthdays, Blog Posts and just all-around "CYNICAL" Magnificence from YOU!!!

Here's his fantastic Blog-O-Mercial (courtesy of Mattman!! Photo also from Mattman's blog, sorry Mattman--I didn't have a good one).

Friday, March 06, 2009

I Wish

The day started off cloudy and windy, but Mother Nature has promised us partly cloudy and 72 Degrees or so by this afternoon. So it looks like it will shape up to be quite a lovely Friday.

I was sitting at my desk first thing this morning, and some noise that I heard reminded me of Bugs Bunny cartoons, it was some little "ditty", just the tune of the very beginning of some of the cartoon episodes on there. Suddenly, I was transported back in time to a simpler, more secure era...

I am six years old and it's a lovely, cool Saturday morning...

Daddy "marked off" so he could be home with his family like he does sometimes. He doesn't care as much about the money as he does about being with us... I mean, he wants to make sure that the bills are paid and that we have food to eat and clothes on our backs, but he hates to be gone from us. So he takes off when he can. I love it when Daddy is home because we wake up like this and watch cartoons. He's my best buddy and he makes me laugh. He takes me with him to run errands, or just to go shopping. Best Daddy in the world.

He loves watching cartoons... he always reads the funny paper to me too, we'll sit up in his favorite chair and he'll read through the comic strips. So easy to fall asleep in his big, warm, safe arms. Life is magic, life is full of love, life is beautiful.

I wish everyone could have grown up with me and known the parents that I have known. I wish everyone could have grown up with me so I could have taught you about a happy childhood. I could have shared my secrets of true and easy magic. We might've made mud pies together, we would have probably played all day in the hay and stayed outside until the sun set dreaming, imagining, creating our amazing worlds together. The world would've been a better place if every one of your lives had been touched by my parents and family.

More than anything today, I wish you everything you need. Nothing more, nothing less.


"I Wish" - Heather Headley

Id give you the moon, but you'd never know the warmth of the sunshine,
Id give you the world, but actually what would that do.
Id promise you wings to fly, but how would you ever learn to run,
So I wish you all you need, to be more than I can be.
This is what I wish for you.

I wish you rainy days, so you can know the beauty of a clear blue sky
I wish you falling leaves, so you'll understand that seasons change.
Cause, if I gave you the mountains, would you learn to climb,
I pray you'll always see; the forest through the trees.
And this is what I wish for you,
And this is what I wish for you.

If I could Id say the word and take your fears away,
And Id stay right by your side and show the way you should take.
But this your life, this is your story, and we know this, go ahead and say,
I hope you live with no regrets.

I wish you ocean breeze, and rivers that can bring you everything you dream,
I wish that the air you breathe, is all that you'll ever need.
And I wish you nights of love, and days of joy and shoulders when you cry,
And just enough hellos, to get you through, goodbye,
And this is what I wish for you.

I pray one day you'll have a home, with arms stood open wide,
And you'll have someone who loves you, always by your side,
And if you lose your will to try, I wish you wings to fly.
I wish you wings to fly.

I wish you everything you need.

And this is what I wish for you,
And this is what I wish for you.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Letting Go

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday. ~Author Unknown

Why do we worry and stew over things, just giving faith to the "fact" that things are always going to end in the worst case scenario?? How many times have you worried yourself sick over something and it nearly resolved itself, or you got such great relief when you found out the outcome that it was a heavy weight lifted from your chest?

Worrying does nothing but wear us out, emotionally, mentally, sometimes physically. It does nothing to solve our (mostly imagined) problems. But yet we become a ball of nerves in anticipation of whatever we think some problem is going to bring us "tomorrow". Seriously, couldn't you use the extra energy that your nerves are draining you of to accomplish so many other things?? Couldn't it save you money on all those cigarettes you might be chain smoking, or just help you feel better? Signs and synchronicity everywhere point to the answers. You can get your very own dose of divine guidance if you just trust your intuition, and have a little faith that everything is going to be o.k. I know it's hard-just do it!

Just a recent example for me (yes, me... the person who totally forgoes her own advice lots of times lol). I've been stressing myself out over Tax-related issues. Everything on my forms has been screwed up and I've had to bend over backwards to get to the bottom of the problem. Dreading, sweating and worrying over the outcome. Feeling depressed and sitting around thinking about how horrible the situation was and worrying that it wasn't going to resolve itself... "What am I going to do?!?! Arrrrghhh!!!" And in the back of my mind, a gentle calming voice, which I chose to shrug off, would whisper "Everything is going to be o.k... wait and see."

Well, once again this 'little voice' told me the truth... Today I got the call that the error had been found, and I will be able to move forward and get it all straightened out very soon! A wave of relieved joy washed over me. I wasted a lot of time stewing over this when I could've taken my all-time great advice about 'taking one day at a time', and also doing everything you can to take care of what you have control over, and then relaxing about the parts that you CAN'T CONTROL... If we try to control what we are unable to control, it turns around and ends up controlling US! So what productive and positive things could I have accomplished by simply relaxing and letting it all flow...?

If you are reading this post by "accident", and you are worrying about something, or have the weight of the world on your shoulders right now, just read my words... "Everything Is Truly Going To be O.K.!!" One way or another, you will get through whatever this is, and you will come out on the other side. You will survive. You might not get exactly what you wanted, but you will make it through, and you will learn a lesson and you will be o.k...

Nothing is ever as scary or bad as you anticipate it to be.


It's very hard to relax and not worry, believe me. I have to force myself most times too... and sometimes I still worry. But I'm working on it. That's the thing, we here on Earth are all Works In Progress... nothing is finished, it's never too late to learn something new, or do something you want to do. Just take it day by day and go for it... You're worth it, and you deserve good things. Besides, if you don't treat yourself well and have faith in yourself then who is going to?

Above all, just relax and let it flow.

Lots of Love,
Everybody's "Aunt Jackie" ;)

If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. ~Don Herold

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere. ~Glenn Turner

If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you'll die a lot of times. ~Dean Smith

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

White Slot (WWC)

You've probably noticed (or maybe you haven't), that the last post I did was on February 28th. Well, I made it through my month-long vow of "a post a day" for the month. Yay me! So since I was out from under my NaBloPoMo responsibilities, I just thought I'd chill for a couple of days.

What better day to make my March comeback then Weekly Words Challenge Day! (See the lovely Tink for details if you'd like to participate.

This week's WWC Words are "White" and "Mailbox / Slot". I had no trouble at all with the "White" part since we had a nice little snow to end February and begin March. It still didn't last that long, but for our area, I guess it was pretty good. Anyways, I caught a few snapshots from my Mom's house in the snow with my Blackberry's camera phone. Those are not that great quality.

Let's have a look.

Shot of the front yard the next morning, the sun was out and it was pretty.


The corner of the house. That little ice patch there, is the same little place that water has always collected since I was a little girl. Every time it would rain, I would go and stomp in the puddle barefoot (ahhh my soul loves it), and when it was an ice patch, I would pretend to skate-lol (hey, it's all I had).

The front porch steps, are looking a bit old, but I thought made a lovely pattern in the white snow.

Shot from the front yard looking down the driveway... White everywhere!


More front yard, love the white highlighted branches.

A "foot in" shot just for Barnze, the kind of "foot" shots... I enjoyed the patterns here.

That's all of the camera phone shots. Now here are the ones from my Nikon. Eh...

Another "foot in" shot showing the contrast between the leaves and the white snow.


White Death to the Buttercups :(

White on White

These trees look lovely in White!

How many mailboxes can you see on this street?? Some white, some not.

Finally, a worm's eye view of this little guy with a familiar face...
sorry I know he's a repeat, but I like him. :))

Happy snapping all!!!