Friday, October 29, 2010

Memory Lane

Yeah ... so I took a little trip down memory lane via You Tube today. 

My first stop actually happened on my drive to work this morning with The Dream Academy's Life in a Northern Town. I don't know if it is the kettle drums, the oboe or a combo of all of the wonderfully melodious sounds emitted from this talented group ...   but this song gives me goose flesh. I just love it! (I didn't include it as you are perfectly capable of You Tubing it yourself should you have the urge to walk with me).

I then stopped by some Pink Floyd. Oh how I love me some Floyd! Time, Wish You Were Here, Comfortably Numb, Mother, Hey You, Learning to Fly (just to name a few) ... I couldn't decide which one I liked the best ... so I didn't include a clip for this either.

Nor did I include any of the Paul Simon I was listening to ... but 50 Ways to Leave a Lover is a CLASSIC!. Though, the Muppets' version of this one was pretty darned funny - I must say.
Yes, I am all over the map in my musical taste ... really, is this a surprise given how I am all over every other map ... well ... except for an actual map, I suppose.

Nope ... what I opted to share with you fine folks today is something that struck me so funny when I found it, that I felt I should. This is also a classic song ... but it is set to a sock puppet show. (Oh GAWD ... I just snorted ... OUT LOUD) I do hope you enjoy - I sure did. This is a special kind of whacked, the folks that put this one together.

So, with that said ... happy Friday!! D - Out

Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things, Autumn Edition

I am in a crabby mood ... no ... "bitchy" better describes it. I am not premenstrual, not suffering from insomnia and don't have any good reason for feeling so rotten in my core. I have been avoiding my blog for this very reason. I thought you all could do without my sharing.

I guess my opinion regarding sparing all of you my bitchy-ness has been overruled by my desire to be cheered up. Sorry.

In an attempt to bolster my own spirits, I am looking to you - my bloggy bleeps to partake in a survey of sorts. You aren't required to participate, but you will make my day a happier place if you do. (No pressure)
Fall is a bit of a mixed bag for many of us ... I am certainly not exempt from that list. I could go on for hours about all the negatives associated with Fall for me ... but the purpose of this exercise is to find the positives. So - without further ado, I give you:

A Few of My Favorite Things, Autumn Edition

1) School goes back in... and the "Boo-Bus" starts making its rounds once again - carrying my little darlings off to be someone else's problem for 6 hours learn new and exciting things with which to regale us all at the evening meal.

 This also stirs up my desire to learn ... go back to school, take some wonderful new course and spice up my world.

2) Fall is a retina searing kind of gorgeous (at least in Nova Scotia). With the leaves changing and how perfectly blue the sky looks in the back drop. Never has death been so beautiful as in the autumn of the year.

3) The mornings are so crisp and fresh. It's like an enema for your senses. Nothing can compare to getting out early on a fine Fall morning for a walk or drive, or whatever. It is invigorating to the soul.

4) Evenings in Fall are also crisp and you can smell the woodsmoke in the air. For me, this is a homey and comforting smell. (Wow - Fall has quite an effect of my olfactory sense, no?)

5) There is a desire to snuggle in the Fall (for me) that simply does not exist in the warmer parts of the year. This pertains to physical contact, but also from a mental perspective, too ... snuggling in, battening down the hatches against the onset of Winter. I find a comfort in this.

6) Even though Fall signifies the end of something ... death, perhaps ... it also holds the promise of the rebirth in the Spring of the year. It's like an opportunity for a do-over every year - or maybe just a chance to do better ... I like that.

7) Photo says it all:

8) Photo can speak here, as well...

9) The promise of those first few snow flakes that no matter how much I cursed the winter the year before ALWAYS lift my spirits like a child, flooding my chest with the warmth of excitement.

10) Christmas is right there ... peeking around the corner with its gaudy decorations, folky music, beauty and magic ... have I mentioned how I love Christmas?

There! I did it. I came up with 10 whole things that I love about Autumn/Fall. And hey - I actually feel better for having done so. I invite you to join in ... but if you don't wanna, I'll understand ... someday.

D - Out.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

From the Mouths of Babes...

So ... we are sitting down as a family Saturday night past, watching a movie: Ice Age 3, Dawn of the Dinosaurs - or "Donna, the dinosaur as my children call it). For any of you familiar with this franchise, Scrat finds love (of sorts) in this installment. My youngest child, 'Shorty' (who isn't very short these days ... she's taken quite a spurt since starting school) pipes up at one point and says (and I quote): "NOOOO, SCRAT!!! DON'T DO IT!!! WIVES CAN BE VERY FRUSTRATING!!!

I thought sure there would be a wet spot under my husband (or me, for that matter) when he stood up, he laughed so hard.

Then, last night she was playing a game on line and my mother was watching her. Mom pipes up and says: "Geezzzz ... I have a hard time following this game of yours." To which, Shorty replies: "Well ... of course you do, Gamma - this web site is for K-I-D-Z (yes, she spelled it out) not adults!"

This kid makes me laugh.

The other one ... on the other hand is trying to see if it is possible to actually make my head explode - no doubt just for the enjoyment of the experiment. I've never seen anyone who could push me the way she does ... unreal.

Happy Tuesday!


Sunday, October 24, 2010

No Intro of Mine Can do this Justice...

I know I have said many a time that I am not a fan of organized religion and I have difficulty buying the whole "Jesus Christ, Our Lord" scenario ... but listening to this song this morning shows me how desperately my soul cries out to believe.

This lady is from PEI.

Give a listen.

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Week That Wuz...

Ahh Friday. I do love the Christmas Eve of the week!!

This has been a very long week. I'm not entirely sure why ... well except for the fact that my tenant hasn't paid her rent for the month of October yet and it is almost November ... and she lost her job ... which I found out only because I tried  hunting her ass down through her employer and stumbled across this fact quite by accident.  She's been dodging us since the beginning of the month ... coming home after midnight and leaving before I do in the morning. Sneaky little bitch. We wound up locking her out last Thursday night and posting a note to her door that she needed to speak with us. That's how my husband came to be talking to her at 12:20am ... and when she promised she'd have our rent by the next day ... which came and went with no call and no appearance of cash. On Saturday, she stuck an envelope to our door with $190.00 (of the $550.00 she owes) and a note saying she'd get the rest to us by the following Tuesday. (That would have been 3 days ago) 

Guess what? Oh c'mon ... you know what happens next here. No money. No call, note or contact of any kind ... AND she is back to coming and going when we are asleep. So, I listed the apartment for rent again. We are not in the financial position to be able to let this go. If we are going to have a loss, it needs to be now - before heating season really kicks in. I need to get this girl out of my life ... this is entirely too stressful. 

On Wednesday morning, Stretch stood up on stage in front of her entire elementary school and sang the Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World remix by Nora Jones. I have embedded the Youtube link to it, in case you are unfamiliar with the version:

My husband was as nervous as hell about her doing this and made her sing it to me the evening before to see if I could give her some pointers. He is uber afraid of one of the girls experiencing public ridicule ... which I get, as I do not like to think of them in any sort of discomfort ... but she chose to volunteer for it ... we could hardly keep her from doing it - right? I tried to straighten out a few of the verses for her, but she is as stubborn as a rock and opted to do it her way.

I didn't get to go as I was the only one in that morning (and we had all of 14 hours notice of this event) - so hubs went in my stead. She ROCKED it!! He said he was bursting so much with pride, that a tear escaped. He also said he felt terrible for having doubted her. He said she looked so little on that great big stage all alone ... no musical accompaniment ... she stood there and sang it a capella. He said there was a lady there (another parent) that remarked to him that Stretch had some raw talent and suggested we should give her vocal training. 

I am 'as proud as Lucifer' as they say. My baby!! I can't get over her bravery. Man - I couldn't do that without peeing my pants.

Shorty also got an award at the same assembly, so it was a good day for the Dragonfly girls!

Okay - I'm done bragging now. I figure since I spend so much time complaining about them ... I had better brag them up a bit too - right??

Hope everyone has a stupendous weekend!

Monday, October 18, 2010

How Do I Love Thee ... Let Me Count the Ways...

I love your furry little tootsies that sound like wooden pegs on the hardwood as you trot down the hallway in your heavy-tootsied way.

I love how you purr so big, it's enough to wake the dead.

I love your velvet soft exterior coating.

I love your melodious singing voice ... ahem caterwauling.

I love that you talk to us ... all.the.time.

I love that you 'don't "take no shit" off no dumbass dawg' (sorry, Cooper ... you know you are the dog in my heart).

I love that you are so gentle with the children.

I love that you love everybody in the house ... but love me the best.

I love your GREAT BIG puss-onality.

I love (secretly, of course) that you terrorize Mom's badass cat like she used to do to my precious Chloe.

But most of all, I love that when I get ready for bed and look up the stairs to the upper landing (where you are perusing your kingdom) - all I have to say is: "I'm goin' to bed, buddy ... you comin'?" ...and you do. Then I get the bestest cuddles ever until I fall asleep to your great big purrin'.

What more could anyone want? I'm so very glad we found each other, Woody.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

There's a New Man in My Life!

No wonder I feel so hopeful. 

New love is exquisite... and all powerful.

It makes so many unpleasant things seem so much less important.

He's pudgy, black, furry ... and a badass of epic proportion. The quintessential "Tom-cat" ... or "Thomas Pussy" as my eloquent mother would say.

His name is Woodstock ... or 'Woody' for short (I didn't name him or it would be Jocko ... he looks more like a Jocko than a Woody).

I adopted him last weekend and he is the new love of my life.

My camera is suffering a psychotic break right now and I can not get it to hold a charge long enough to snap a pic ... but there will be pics of my booful new kitty-man... you just hang in and there will be plenty snaps of the most recent "thing that poops" to call our funny farm home.

Welcome Jocko Woody.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Perspective ... That's About the Size, Where You Put Your Eyes...

That's about the size of it.

Anyone familiar with the Sesame Street that I grew up with in the 70's would know this little ditty well. Of all the lessons I learned (or chose to ignore ...) from that iconic program, THIS one is, by far, the most pertinent and poignant. It's a song about perspective. .

Even as a child, I found this meaningful. I mean there is no way I could fully grasp the enormity of the concept at the ripe old age of 7... but I knew it was important.

This year, I am finding this to be particularly pertinent. After the past year and a half or so, what with going bankrupt, limping through last winter, the adventure that is Narci and a few other tid-bits that have not necessarily been shared - I see life a little differently than I used to.

Normally, I would find Autumn somewhat depressing. By October, I would start feeling that sense of an ending. A time to crawl within myself and hibernate for the long, cold winter. I am someone that suffers from the whole lack of daylight thing and I have been clinically depressed since I was a teen ... so, no ... I was never a fan of the gateway to Winter. Not that I don't love Christmas ... because I do, but it has its own baggage, too ... especially for economically depressed budgets such as my own. But this year ...

Dare I boldly state that I am experiencing a feeling that is somewhat alien to me? Could it be? Hope. I feel hope. We are still having issues ... and Hubs was laid off again last week ... (but is still working and still getting paid, and that asinine place he works for couldn't tell its asshole from its appetite, so it's business as usual for now) and my tenant has lost her job (which I found out about after trying to track the little twit down) and is  15 days late paying rent and dodging us ... but, I think we are okay.
We've come through the worst and are out the other side ... we've taken steps to solve our heating issues from last year and I have already started shopping for the big toy haul. Heck ... once I can refinance my mortgages into one ... we'll even be able to get my mom outta the house and back into her place. That'll be suhweet! Then - life will be good(er?) ... (est?)... I'm even starting to bond with my house!

Until then, I continue to work on making us better. Me, in particular ... Danica 2.0, if you will. The next 8 - 12 months are going to be quite a journey for me, both personally and (hopefully) professionally. As long as the caterpillar's shoes have all dropped ... I am blissfully hopeful we are gonna be okay, after all.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Authentic? Possibly. True? Absolutely.

--An actual letter from an AustinTexas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine hygiene products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 "Editors' Choice award-winner" for the best letter sent via e-mail. 

Dear Mr. Thatcher;

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi-pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.

But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now.  As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'

Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.' 

Are you f-----g kidding me? 
What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable?  Well, did it, James?  FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local WalMart armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man!  If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere.  And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bulls--t. 
And that's a promise I will keep.


Wendi Aarons AustinTX