I am not really Wonder Woman, but I try to be. Nor am I Mrs. Simon LeBon, but at one time, I was going to be. Nonetheless, I am a wondering (wandering?) woman whose been handed quite a life. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I might not like it always, but I trust the process....
Monday, December 28, 2009
Utter Gluttony
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Southern Style Christmas
15 hours in a car ain't so bad.
You know you're in the south when you're offered pork chop biscuits with a side of grits for breakfast on the fast food breakfast menu.
Not even the temptation of receiving gifts from Santa AND the Tooth Fairy could coax My Eldest into surrendering The Floating Tooth. *sigh*
Rockband on XBOX = way f*cking cool. What a good time! I need it for Wii now (yes...NEED it! *ahem* Jackie's January Birthday Gift?!)
Ain't nothing like a holiday fire -- IN THE OVEN! Now I know what to get my brother for Christmas next year (a fire extinguisher).
"El Cheapo" is the name of a gas station in Georgia that's run by Middle Easterners. Vaguely reminiscent of Texas? hahaaha
My Little One is interested in Spanish. On this trip, she asked me "How do you say 'phenomenon' in Spanish?" I think that's pretty phenomenal! (For the record, I looked it up and it's 'fenómeno'.)
Words of Wisdom from My Eldest: If you divide losing by losing, you're gonna get losing.
Latin Mass is quite interesting. I want to learn Latin now.
I need to get together with my side of the family more often.
"Sherlock Holmes" was a great movie. Guy Ritchie did a superb job on this one, as did Robert Downey, Jr. I'm glad he's clean and back in the spotlight. He's always been one of my favorite actors (kind of like Patrick Dempsey. I've loved him since forever ago!).
I am not a NASCAR fan, or a car race fan in general, but I got a little tingly driving through Talladega, AL. And, no, I haven't seen the movie.
Paying approximately $70 for a hotel room to catch about five or six hours of sleep is money well spent, especially when four people are involved!
The Wilkes House = Not quite worth the wait, but a good experience nonetheless.
Juliette Gordon Low House = a better time than I thought it'd be.
Driving into Dallas in the snow is almost magical.
Savannah is romantic all times of the year, it's just a matter of degree.
Candy being made is a fun thing to watch, as is picking out taffy, watching revolving candied apples, watching carriage rides, My Little One trying to pose like Marilyn.
Next trip to Savannah has to be around Halloween time so I can do the ghost tours!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I Guess It's Time To Do This....
Kelly Clarkson does an exquisite job with this song. Enjoy & Merry Christmas.
Monday, December 21, 2009
In Which Disbelief Delineates
E: You're kidding. There really IS a Santa.
So. There ya have it. Sunday Santa is real because he has all his teeth.
Just Wondering...
If one is strong, does that inherently mean they possess courage?
If one is courageous, does that mean one is inherently strong?
Discuss.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Invictus
6:30-ish
Valet park.
Meet with KBD.
Luna de Noche.
Invictus
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Music Minute: Cannonball ~ Damien Rice
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can't say what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
Saturday, December 05, 2009
I Smell R O S E S
Editor's Note 12/7/09
Friday, November 27, 2009
Lord Stanley's Cup Returns to Big D
I was thinking about this silliness I am experiencing about The Cup. It's downright giddy to be truthful. Anyway, I was getting dressed and thinking to myself: self, why is this so important? I mean, in the grand scheme of life, it's not all that life-changing or moving. It's mostly just entertainment. So why does it matter?
Then I concluded it really DOESN'T matter, but it's one of those quality of life things. If I had to surrender something to give more time and energy to something else, I could surrender hockey, football, television (TV would be SO easy! I want to do it NOW!), and some other things. But, since life is such a struggle, I cling to the things that make me excited -- like hockey, like seeing Lord Stanley's Cup IN PERSON.
KBD was there, too, and she took most of the pictures (thanks KBD!), then we had someone else snap us both together with the cup. I took the closeup of the 1998-99 Dallas Stars Championship Team.
While there, KBD and I learned that every year, The Cup takes a tour, and every Friday after Thanksgiving, it's in Dallas. Maybe I'll make an annual trek!
Oh! And Happy Birthday, Dad. I continue to love you more and more each day. I miss you as much today than the day you rose. Well, truthfully, miss you MORE than that. xo
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Kind & Generous: A Thanksgiving Day Dedication
Thank you for walking the path with me, holding my hand and stopping every once in a while to listen to the lullaby of leafy trees, the kiss of a wandering breeze, a the putting me at ease.
You are ... Kind and Generous.
I don't know how you keep on giving
for your kindness I'm in debt to you
for your selflessness, my admiration
and for everything you've done
you know I'm bound...
I'm bound to thank you for it
you've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
for your kindness I'm in debt to you
and I never could have come this far without you
so for everything you've done
you know I'm bound...
I'm bound to thank you for it
I want to thank you
for so many
you gave with love and tenderness
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
for your generosity
the love and the honesty
that you gave me
I want to thank you
show my gratitude
my love and my respect for you
I want to thank you
I want to...
thank you
thank you
thank you
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Stomping Queen
I fell asleep feeling very angsty and kinda blah. I slept very hard for a very short amount of time. Around four of the clock in the ante meridiam, I awoke. And I thought. And layed. And counted. And thought. And layed. And counted. And thought. And layed. And thought. And thought. And thought I need to quit laying and DO something. I was *still* feeling angsty.
So, I decide to get my happy arse out of the bed and take a walk! It was 4:55 ayem and this angstygirl was gonna just breathe in the crisp 40 degree weather and hopefully work out all the angst. So, I slipped on my black and white Nikes, grab my iPod nano and head out the door.
I don't know why I don't thrive on this. I love that time of the morning. It's quiet, peaceful. It's still. It settles me.
I turn the volume on my music up really high and listen to the Cowboy Junkies, Metric, Dandy Warhols. I ended on "Santa Monica" by Everclear. Let me tell you what... I was so relaxed and uplifted when that song came on that I was literally stomping and dancing to that song on the last half block or so. I'm sure my neighbors, if they saw, were giggling at me.
It felt good to feel good. I am not used to that feeling, so it definitely feels even uncomfortable to feel that good.
Here's hoping I can keep stomping in the mornings.... *clink*
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Music Minute: Friday Night by Girl Talk
Have you ever heard of mash-ups? Sometimes they're referred to as "mashables"?
If you've never heard of this amazing phenomenon, then get on the bandwagon! It's not too late! There's something in them for everyone!
So...I was watching a documentary on Hulu earlier this week called RiP: A Remix Manifesto. This guy, Gregg Gillis, a.k.a. Girl Talk, is a biomedical engineer who is essentially spearheading the movement to change copyright laws in the United States. And I have to say I agree with him.
Girl Talk is Gregg's DJ name and he takes familiar words, tunes, songs and digitizes them into a new song. I am featuring "Friday Night" which has elements of the following:
0:00 (21:04) The Notorious B.I.G. - "Hypnotize" (portion sampled samples "Rise" by Herb Alpert)
0:01 (21:05) Salt-n-Pepa - "Let's Talk About Sex"
0:04 (21:08) Public Enemy - "Rebel Without a Pause"
0:18 (21:22) J-Kwon - "Tipsy"
0:36 (21:40) Billy Squier - "The Stroke"
0:36 (21:40) Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg - "Nuthin' but a "G" Thang" (portion sampled samples "I Wanna Do Something Freaky to You" by Leon Haywood)
0:55 (21:59) Missy Elliott - "I'm Really Hot"
1:22 (22:26) N.O.R.E. - "Nothin'"
1:31 (22:35) Black Sheep - "The Choice Is Yours (Revisited)"
1:40 (22:44) Donnie Iris - "Ah! Leah!"
1:40 (22:44) Chris Brown featuring Juelz Santana - "Run It!"
2:01 (23:05) The Waitresses - "I Know What Boys Like"
2:17 (23:21) Lady Sovereign - "Random"
2:26 (23:29) Nikka Costa - "Like a Feather"
2:44 (23:48) Mark Morrison - "Return of the Mack" (portion sampled samples "Genius of Love" by Tom Tom Club)
2:51 (23:55) TLC - "Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg"
2:54 (23:58) Busta Rhymes - "Touch It" (portion sampled samples "Technologic" by Daft Punk)
3:02 (24:06) The Black Crowes - "Hard to Handle"
This is how he does it (it looks so easy!):
So...I hope you did a little Girl Talk and I hope you support his cause.
Now, git down witchyo bad self!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Claim to Fame
I was at a party where I met a slew of new people. One man, an 88 year old retired M.D., was most fascinating. We had a great conversation about West Texas, being as I grew up 'round those parts, and his life was mostly spent out yonder.
Before he hobbled over to me, he stopped to introduce himself to another party guest.
M.D.: *offering his hand to shake* Hi. I'm Ken Green. My claim to fame is marrying that woman right there. *motions to his wife*
How supercute is that? And romantic! After all their years together!
Whoosh!
thirtynineyears
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Airplanes and Such
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Thank You
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Guess Which One Is Me?
My parents anniversary song is "Wasted Days & Wasted Nights" by Freddy Fender. There's some story about when we lived in Germany this song was the only country tune on a jukebox there. I'm sure there are more glamorous details.... Hopefully their days were wasted. Being as my mom was pregnanty with me on their wedding day, the nights obviously weren't wasted. *wink*
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Hollywood Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
One of Those "Trust the Process" Reflections
In my graduation year, the drama teacher suggested I should* attend college in New York City at the American Music and Drama Academy (AMDA). She told me I had a full scholarship awaiting me -- I just had to show up for a reading in Dallas (I was living in El Paso at the time). I was naive enough to believe her, yet there was a strange facet to the relationship I shared with my drama teacher. That facet was potent enough to create an air of suspicion, or at the least a hesitation, about her suggestion.
My memory becomes pretty fuzzy of events following. I remember that I received an invitation letter from AMDA that validated what the drama teacher told me. I was not allowed to go to the Dallas reading. Over the summer, I got the scholarship offer. I wasn't allowed to accept it, so, a chance at "living my dream" passed by me.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Music Minute: Eight Miles Wide by Storm Large
I went out with Gwynnethe tonight. We shared some pretty heavy conversation, as we so often do. An appetizer, a drink, an entree and a shared dessert later, we get in her car and head back to my house. On the trip from the restaurant, she plays "Eight Miles Wide" by Storm Large. Holy freakin' COW I love this song! Now you have to, too!
Check out the video here.
Thanks, Gwynnethe!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Blog Action Day: Climate Change
BUT....
I *have* been going through quite an awareness heightening....
....we live in SUCH a wasteful world, especially here in the States. It's the land of OVERFLOWING milk & honey. The food we waste, the packaging of the food is wasteful. Stop and think about it. How much crap do you throw out? My daughter's school sends home all kinds of paper and 99% goes right into the recycling -- then at the end of the school year, it all gets pitched. With all this email and other technology, you seriously have to send me all these newletters and reminders and permission slips and flyers and, and, and ON PAPER? Oy! Food and school papers are only two examples of the severe amount of waste. You know as well as I do how many other things get wasted. Let's not even start on styrofoam. Ugh.
I'm not someone who is willing to die for saving the Earth. I alone cannot save the Earth. I alone cannot control global warming (a source of contention). I alone cannot effectuate mass change to control emissions. There are many things environmentally related that I cannot do alone. What I CAN do, is act responsibly. I can keep my life as clean as possible. It's not my job to infringe my habits on others. It's not my job to witness to my neighbor about how abusive he or she is being -- about how careless and disrespectful. No. That's not my job. My job is to live MY life to the best of my ability and strive to be better.
Better....
That's a toughie for a girl who gets tired-head about climate change.
So, I think for now, I'll sit and absorb. Observe. Listen. Then I'll act. I need to learn more, but I'm not going to die for what I find out. That's someone else's job.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
U2/Muse Concert Experience
October 15th: Blog about Climate Change
I hope my fellow bloggers give this a go, and if you've considered starting a blog, well, now's your time!
Monday, October 12, 2009
U2/Muse
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Salona Barber, Part Deux
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Salona Barber Saves the Night
(Sorry you FB friends who get to see this twice!)
Thursday, October 01, 2009
This One's For Theo
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Wondering
Sitting in the closet.
It's dark.
Makeup removed.
Hair disheveled.
Only a light from the laptop shines.
I read.
It almost pains me to read it.
In fact, I am writhing.
I lose myself there.
Only in bits and pieces.
I can't do it for too long.
Lest my heart leave my chest.
I'm so curious.
So, SO curious.
Looking up at the mirror.
I'm looking back at me.
Shadows shade the parts to hide.
And I wonder.
I can't stop The Wondering.
Should I?
Should The Wondering cease?
THIS Life Is Meant For ME
Stage Actress
Film Star
Globetrotting Philanthropist
French/English Translator
FBI Profiler
Sports Photographer
Humanitarian Activist
Forensic Pathologist (does this blog count??)
Published Author
Lawyer
Truck Driver
Doctor
Therapist
Stay At Home Mom/Wife
Monday, September 28, 2009
To Be Smarter Than...
Music on my page -- on autoplay!
I figured out how to add music back to my blogger page! I'm soooo thrilled! It's a satisfying feeling to know that I can be smarter than the applications at times.
With that being said, feast your ears on the wickedcool "Endlessly" by Muse (instrumental. With words, it's pretty freakin' bitchen, too. If you listen long enough, you'll hear BOTH! SCORE one for you!). I will be seeing Muse with U2 on October 12 at the Death Star, just in case anyone's interested.
I'm a happyjackie today!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Coolest Things Happen To Me
Monday, September 21, 2009
Reappearance of the Favorite Word: Anthropodermic Bibliopegy
It went down like this: This ayem, I received an email from HRH KP with the subject line reading: um, gross. Contained in the body of the email is an online article link about skin with the command "Check out #19".
So, of course, I clicked on the link, read the title and jumped to #19, which read: The Cleveland Public Library, Harvard Law School and Brown University all have books clad in skin stripped from executed criminals or from the poor.
Okay. So let's think about this for a second or two.
*tap, tap, tap*
Done yet?
*tap, tap, tap*
Now you're done. Discuss.
What the F?! Did the poor get money in exchange for having their skin ripped or filleted from their bodies? Huh? I don't get that AT ALL. I understand the executed criminal thing, but I don't understand the poor thing. AT ALL!
Personally, I think the concept is kind of cool, these skin bound books. It's the macabrejackie who digs it, just like I dig reading books about serial killers and sexual predators.
Since I am a curious kitty, I googled "skin bound books" or something like that. It returned several results, one being Infocult's blog where the author has coined, or at least cited, this wickedfancy term: Antropodermic Bibliopegy. That wickedfancy term somehow takes the oogieness out of the notion of books bound in human skin, huh? It's all technical and sort of medical, extremely scientific.
I found a definition of it on Wikipedia. Take it for what's it worth. If I ever get to see one of those books IRL, you will be THE FIRST to know! Wanna see a picture of one? Click here.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Catwoman Series, Parts 1 and 2
Monday, September 14, 2009
I need to learn HTML
The formatting on blogger makes me CRAY!ZAY!
Whenever I insert a picture, the line spacing goes wonky.
Annoying.
Verily so.
kthnxbye
Thursday, September 10, 2009
"More Later" is Right Now
On the Shiner Trip, My Family stayed at a hotel in Halletsville, which is approximately ten minutes from Shiner. The Texas highway between the towns is nature-filled, sparsely a building or sign around. It's one of those drives where your mind is going further than your car is.
Anyway, on the way back from Shiner after church on Saturday night, this GIANT advertisement (if you want to call it that) leapt out at us. My Husband and I turned to each other and simultaneously said, "Did you see that?!", followed by, "We HAVE to go see this tomorrow!".
Pecan Grove is the place.
Pecan Grove is where an apparition of the Blessed Mother appeared to a farmer. The farmer experienced a miracle, and in an enormous leap of faith, posted a shrine to his experience, described below (I hope the picture is legible):
It's really a peaceful, lush area. The bees buzz about, and dragonflies whiz by the ear, cicadas chorale sing, therefore drowning out the occasional noise of any passing-by vehicle. Nestled in the overgrowth is a sweet, humble shrine. Inside the gazebo-style hallowed place was a large cork board where passers-by and the Faithful have left prayer petitions, pictures, trinkets. As with most places of worship, there is a visitors book where guests may leave their location, name and other information. It had been weathered, yet still perfectly legible. Surprisingly, we were not the only visitors that day.
The picture at the top is a close up of the statue of Mary with Jesus (of course) shining down upon her.
By now, especially if you are not a Roman Catholic, you've probably snickered and shook your head side to side in cynnicism, mockery and/or disbelief. And that's fine -- I get it. I understand how ridiculous it sounds when the media reports that someone saw an image of Jesus Christ in a piece of toast, or that someone bears the stigmata, or tears of blood streaming from the eyes of religious statues. I get that Catholics are perceived weird with our "Catholic Guilt" and "Praying to False Idols" and "Cannibalism" and so forth. Immediately, the person who saw the image falls into two categories: blessed or certifiablycrazyinthecabeza.
Who am I to judge?
Maybe that sight was meant for only a person or certain persons. Maybe the rest of the world isn't supposed to see it. Everyone gets their own sign from Above. It's a matter of keeping the mind and eyes open to see it.
So, again, who am I to judge?
Know what I admire most about these "silly" stories? The unconditional, uninhibited, unabated faith. The faith of a person who believes so intensely as to share it with the world. The faith of the person to subject themselves to teasing and ridicule so they can make a rudimentary shrine on the side of a Texas highway. I am a faithful woman, but my faith is not that convicted. Even if I don't believe the "weird" story, I have respect for the person who experienced the miracle. And it would do me well to open my mind more radically.