Friday, December 31, 2010

... Happy New Year!!...

No disrespect to my hometown but this display runs circles around our New Year’s show.


I decided it was time for a makeover on this blog, and even though I will miss my homemade galaxy background, I was feeling the need to do something different. Something stronger and more vibrant and for some reason I couldn’t get the color blue out of my head so we’ll try it. Don’t be surprised if you come back later and it’s different again while I decide. (I’m also slightly feeling red or pink, or maybe it’s a peachy color) If you happen to drop by and see one you really like, let me know in the comments section- Feedback is always helpful.
In the meantime, cheers to a new year filled with new learning experiences, all valuable, and some even beautiful.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

...You Can't Turn a Bear into a Housecat...

Title clarification/disclaimer: I know what it sounds like to some of you, but it really is about bears and housecats.

When I was a little girl, I had a bear. I know, just go with it.

This bear was beautiful, with lovely brown fur and a perfect nose. She was creative, talented, and lots of fun. Everyone liked her and thought she was the most awesome thing ever. And she was smarter than the average bear; I learned a lot from her.

I recognize that everything wasn’t perfect all the time with the bear. That’s to be expected, it is a bear after all. So no matter how amazing and spectacular she may have been, it might have been wise of me to hold some reservations about her. I didn’t, but I should have.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

...It's Not Fair, but it's Fitting...

I wanted to take a minute and post something to acknowledge the passing of another talented favorite of mine, Ms. Teena Marie.

I'm crushed.

Seems only fitting to lose someone who had such an important role in my better childhood memories during a time when so many things seem to be falling away from me.

You would be hard pressed to find someone that can't identify a Teena Marie song within the first bar. Her music is classic. She is classic. And she will be missed.











People always mention "Fire and Desire" and forget "Happy," but I might have loved this one more




There are far too many amazing Lady T songs to list here, if she is new to you, I promise you won't regret looking into her further.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

...I'm Decking the Halls...

Great gift idea...



My mom tells me there was a time when you went downtown to Hudsons for pictures with Santa and you could choose a black Claus. Interesting. For a few reasons.



And for the traditionalist like myself, our old friend Charlie Brown (for as long as its available)


Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

...Asking Why Can be Bad for Your Health...

Even though I enjoy the peace and quiet, there is definitely a downside to choosing to keep to yourself.

What starts as way of protecting yourself and /or assuming responsibility for your own actions can sometimes becomes a liability.

For example, if you fall into a spinning vat of your thoughts, and the thoughts are unhappy or unhealthy, there’s no one to hit the off switch.

No one to keep you from falling down when you try to crawl out still dizzy from the spin.

No one to look back and laugh at it about with.

Just you.

The whole thing started with the worst possible string of words you could ever allow to leave your lips: Why did this happen?

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

...I Hope Your Legs Aren't Smooth...


One of my co-workers illustrated by Gary Larson
I have this really nice, faint line going down one of my upper thighs. It used to be a welt and over the years it’s gone down and faded so much, you barely notice it but I can still see it.

I got it from my dad when I was four years old. My mom and sister were gone and my dad was upstairs asleep. For some reason, I was under the impression that I had to get ready for something, so I changed my clothes, washed my face and since I was wearing shorts, attempted to put baby oil on my legs.

I don’t remember if I spilled it, dropped it, or was just otherwise careless but more than half that bottle was gone when I was done. I remember adding water to the bottle, and then some poorly orchestrated effort to use toilet tissue to clean up the oil spill. (Ha, ha. What kind of idiot doesn’t know how to clean up an oil spill? Ha ha ha. Oh, wait…)

Next thing I know Dad’s standing in the bathroom doorway with Mr. Charlie. Mr. Charlie was what we called this handcrafted leather belt that was used exclusively for whoopins. Yeah I said “whoopins” because these were most definitely not spankings.

The floor is covered in oil, my legs look like I’m greasy enough to fry some chicken, and there’s a bottle of baby oil on the back of the toilet with a very defined line in it where the water is floating on top.

“What are you doing?” he said very calmly, and I just started to cry. On that day, not only did I learn water and oil don’t mix, but I learned that you definitely don’t want to be covered in oil when you’re getting your legs torn up by leather strap.

My legs are hurting just remembering that one.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

...At Some Point, You Have to Draw a Line...

My high school had metal detectors.

Every day, I along with about 3700 other kids were late to class trying to move through them hopefully without being randomly selected for a full search including your backpack, clothing items, a wave of the wand, and a pat down that should have led to (at least) misdemeanor charges on at least two of the security guards.

Then you had the 100 or so kids that just stayed truant rather than be bothered with the search, the 100 or so kids that came in through side doors without weapons but again, avoiding the search, the 50 or so weapons found in the bushes, and the 50 or so kids that came in late after the guards left the door and just basically strolled in the front door with a gun or something in their possession. And there was always the sprinkling of kids that came in, went through the detector, got fully searched and sent on their way, and had something illegal on them the whole time.

I’m reminded of this because of all these TSA measures to keep us safe from “terrorists.”

But how safe am I supposed to feel when your protective measures do more harm to me and my rights than anything?

Sunday, December 5, 2010

...Surely, He Will Be Missed...

I was really sad to hear of the recent passing of Leslie Nielsen.

My dad and I saw every Naked Gun movie together, and I still have fond memories of sitting on the living room floor as a little kid watching Airplane with my family on the big TV.

I wish his family comfort, and Mr. Nielsen a peaceful journey.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

...God is Not a Cloud...

I waver a lot on my belief in God.

Not just because I believe in ghosts, aliens, astronomy, numerology, crystals, voodoo, and some degree of reincarnation, but just because some of the most fundamental requirements of believing don’t make sense.

  • I’m not sure how I have the freewill to make my own choices, but God has ordered my steps and planned my whole life.
  • I’m not sure how evil exists on the level that it does but God rules over everything and everyone including the devil.
  • I’m not sure how I can let go and let God, but God only helps those that help themselves.
  • I don’t know how I can possibly be forgiven for everything, but any small bad deed I do can distract God from hearing my prayers. (and if he’s God, how could he possibly be distracted?)
But on some level, I think, or at least want to believe, that something or someone is out there.

One day some years ago, I did something really bad. Really bad. And it’s been with me ever since. It wasn’t the first or last or even worst truly horrible thing I ever did, but it’s high in my top 10 list of reasons why if there’s a heaven, I won’t likely be going.