Deep In The Forrest

As I was sitting here feeling like writing something but not quite sure where to start, I came up with a little idea. I thought that I would go to my My Playlist.com Playlist , the one entitled "Jaxxx's Boombox" (it's actually on the blog way down, bottom left if you ever feel like jamming it). My idea was just to hit "random" and do an explanation of ten of the songs and why they exist on my playlist. This has the potential to drum up some memories or interesting stories. I'm totally going to play it fair and really do the first 10 randoms that pop up, so it may or may not prove interesting, I am going to roll the dice and see what we get though. This isn't a "Meme" at all, but if you want to do something similar, why not. It could give you a creative spurt or bring back some interesting memories for you. Go for it. Ten Random Songs on Jaxxx's Boombox and Why! 1. Drop Dead Legs - Van Halen This song takes me way, way back. Although it ...

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 som...

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 ...