Sunday, July 08, 2018

Bands/Musical Artists I've Seen Live

There’s been a viral post on the Book of Faces. Figured I put it on my blog.
  • Duran Duran (duh) x5
  • Bon Jovi
  • Cinderella
  • Cranberries
  • One Direction x2
  • Kacey Musgraves
  • George Strait x2
  • Rolling Stones
  • Bryan Adams
  • Huey Lewis & The News
  • Keith Sweat (lol)
  • Josh Groban
  • Boyce Avenue (why are they not more famous??)
  • Kenny Rogers
  • Oak Ridge Boys
  • Righteous Brothers
  • The Eagles (Hell Freezes Over tour)
  • U2 x3
  • Hootie & The Blowfish
  • Darius Rucker
  • Lady Antebellum
  • Tanya Tucker
  • The Lumineers
  • Muse x2
  • Pat Green
  • Rod Stewart
  • Vicente Fernandez
  • Linda Ronstadt
  • Chic
  • Foreigner
  • Neon Trees
  • Gin Blossoms
  • Van Halen (Sammy)
  • Kid Rock
  • Harry Styles
  • LillithFair 1997
To be continued.....

Saturday, June 16, 2018

The Living of A Dying Woman: Transitioning

My Mom is transitioning to death. 

According to the nurse, "she isn't actively dying yet". 

I've been granted the wonderful, painful, conflicting, confusing gift of time with My Mom. 




Her little Chihuahua, a pain-in-the-ass but oh-so-loyal sweetheart crotchety old man of a dog doesn't leave her side much. He escorts us back and forth to the bathroom, right along side the walker. He lays between her ankles or knees, sleeping, under the covers. If you try to move him, he's at a point where he will growl and get angry at you. He's a very protective, worried pupperdoggo. As Mom eats less, as does he. I wouldn't be surprised see see them die the same day. It's a little macabre, maybe, but it's also kind of endearing.














Mom loves watching tennis - always has. The TV has stayed on the Tennis Network for the last few days.

None of us gets the choice to not have cancer.  Somehow we trick ourselves into thinking it won't choose us. My reality is that I will very, VERY likely have some form of terminal cancer.  Being afflicted with it somehow, miraculously, spawns gifts....plants seeds of new life. If you *try*. If you can trudge through your feels, surrender the selfishness of the loss, you will see the beauty of death, the sun rising in the body. Weak smiles. Whispery laughter. You can look around and bear witness to the legacies. 





Mom's body will give up soon, and her soul will rise, rise, rise to the great beyond. And I will be standing 'neath the warm sunbeams she will shine down on me, a smile on my face.

I love you so much, mom. Thank you for choosing life and saying "yes" to me.

xo

Sunday, May 20, 2018

The Living of A Dying Woman: Pampering!

Mom was feeling strong enough to go out today, so I drove up and we went to get pampered! 

My niece accompanied us. I’m so glad the three of us created this memory!





Dean (pedi) and John (mani) doted on my mother so sweetly! They were so conversational, light-hearted and complimentary! 

Dean serves my mom white wine then sits at the tub to prep her feet.
John, sitting on a stool next to her, prepping her fingers: You look well! You look so healthy!
Me: *sphincter tightens*
Mom: I’m not.
John: You can’t tell.
Dean: How old are you?
Mom: 79
Dean: You don’t look it! You look, maybe, 63!
John: 79?!? Respect! Respect!

Lots of laughter ensued.

Mom originally picked out a taupe color then deck she wanted her manicure to be gel. She had to pick a new color.

Mom to me: Should I try black? I’ve never done black.
Me: Woman! It’s summer! Pick something bright!

Mom picked out a turquoise shade color. John and Dean were so excited! 

John: You happy woman! You need Happy color! You! So full of life!

Yes, mom. Yes. You are. 




Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Why I'm (Thinking of) Leaving Facebook

I declared loud and proud about a month ago that I'm deactivating my Facebook account on May 1st. Didn't say why, just said when.

May 1st has come and gone and it's still not deactivated.

I originally entitled this blog entry, "Why I'm Leaving Facebook", with the intention of posting the link in my status on my account page prior to May 1st. I'm obviously way off schedule (because that's Just Jackie!).

BUT, that said, I still have my reasons....

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In July, 2015, I moved out of my house, out of my marriage. I was (and still am) fearful for my life, so I left. My ex-husband ("whilom" - lowercase dubya) will never, ever get over it. He will forever have anger toward me. I will be be blamed for all the bad things in life, forever. And if there isn't bad there, he will find a way to make it bad and blame me. This is NOT "victim mentality". It's reality. When I left, I was prepared to be the "bad guy", but I was not prepared for narcissistic wrath (it's a real psychological thing!).

whilom, although blocked by me, managed to infiltrate my Facebook account (and a locked Twitter account, in addition to downloading this entire blog) in order to denigrate, decimate,  impugn, vilify, slander, besmirch and downright destroy me as a parent, a woman, a person. 

I cannot, and will not, tell you what effect his infantile behavior has had on me, and it started with -- yep, you guessed it: Facebook.

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Thennnn -- the U.S. Presidential election happened. I'm in shock at the vitriol and wickedness people post; literal mouth-dropped-open dismay. Yeah, yeah, yeah -- free speech, First Amendment and all that jazz, but goodness! I had no idea some people allow politics to define the parameters of their relationships! And guess what that means? It means that I don't want to see that malice!

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Thennnnn the whole privacy stuff that Zuck sold. It's so complicated, so intricate. I know a few things about this issue, watched the congressional hearings, did some reading, and it just doesn't sit well with me.

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The couple of weeks I've "taken off" from the Book of Faces has been interesting. I'm so flattered by the sentiments of acquaintances, friends, family, who've messaged, texted or posted on my page that they will miss me. 

People have reminded or tried to teach me how I can block and hide content (which I knew but that's a huge time investment! Worth the time? Probably.......).

I see Zuck and his "hot-or-not" website that is now an out-of-control international recruitment and political machine is attempting to reign in the out-of-control; might be too little too late for me (and I'm well aware we're all selling our soul to the AI devil with all the permissions we exchange for convenience), but I'm keeping an eye on the changes.

Presidents will come and go. Issues will always have controversy. Digesting various perspectives is so healthy and necessary, but not at the expense of my mental and emotional health. If you've established a pattern of being a disrespectful ass about your opinions, I'm going to distance from you. I don't watch the news; I damn sure don't want to see people that I know go off on each other or spew hate at me.

If I stay, it's because of the choice to look at the good in folks. 

If I stay, it's because I HAVE experienced that sense of "community" (*praising applause to Zuck*), which is very hard to replace (*shaking a fist at Zuck*).  I've even started communities on that thing! So, being sentimental, that's kind of hard to just quit cold turkey.

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What I *am* TRYING to live in is Hope. TRYING to live in Mercy. TRYING to separate the behavior from the person I know/knew. TRYING to live authentically to a set of values that are still forming, still being nurtured, still being reinforced. 

I don't want to not like you because you and I disagree politically.

I don't want to not like you because we aren't on the same spiritual and religious planes.

I appreciate being passionate about a law, a faith, a political party, a style of parenting, a manner of dress, a lifestyle, a reaction to an experience, etc.

I do NOT appreciate being judged and categorized. 

I do NOT appreciate being disrespected.

I will continue to learn.

I will continue to seek.

I will continue to contextualize.

I am determined to NOT let fear rule my heart anymore. I've missed so much life because of being afraid.

I am determined to speak up respectfully if I sense your fear is interfering with our relationship.

I will be honest, and with every bit of might I have, try to be compassionately so.

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(It's a damn tricky tightrope walk of learning self-love, self-respect, self-awareness without falling into the pit of being a doormat again.)

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People change. They SHOULD change. 

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I dunno, man. I dunno what I'm gonna do 'bout the ol' FB....and I guess if whilom decides he needs to legally pursue some b-s accusation based on what I've written, well, I'll keep in line with who I am, throw up that peace sign then come out shinier when the dust settles.

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Live in love, not fear.

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Monday, May 14, 2018

The Living of A Dying Woman: Mom’s Baptism



Mom has been given three to six months to live. She has been meeting with the hospice chaplain (pictured above). He’s a good dude. 

Today, mom was baptized and boy can you see how radiant she is! 


Thursday, March 29, 2018

Opening Day!

Happy Opening Day, Rangers fans (and the rest of ya!)

Hamels on the mound today. Do us proud, Cole!


Monday, March 12, 2018

Music Minute: A Waltz

We're in 'Angelo at the Saddle Bronc. Burr and Dad are out back fryin' up catfish they caught themselves. 

Patrons -- more like a little quilt-like family of good ole Texans -- have all brought a side dish. It's a good ole fashioned potluck.

As it so happens, out behind the Bronc, along with the fish fryer, tables, a bottle of booze or two and several beers, an old-fashioned radio, is a retired tractor. Daddy, taking a cigarette break, sits up on the seat of that rusty tractor. He sits there, in his baseball cap, embering cigarette pinched between fingers as if holding a pencil. His eyes are closed. His arms are tan from days and days of fishin'. His jeans are old, worn and fit him perfectly. His foot is tapping to one of our favorite tunes that's just started on the radio: Waltz Across Texas.


I love this memory of my dad because, although he was a pretty laid-back guy, he looked very happy and at peace in that moment. 

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When we dance together my world's in disguise it's a fairyland tale that come true
And when you look at me with those stars in your eyes
I could waltz across Texas with you
Waltz across Texas with you in my arms waltz across Texas with you
Like a storybook ending I'm lost in your charms
And I could waltz across Texas with you
My heartaches and troubles are just up and gone the moment that you come in view
And with your hand in mine dear I could dance on and on
And I could waltz across Texas with you
Waltz across Texas

Written by Talmadge Tubb