what? What? WHAT?

Had to get something somewhere early this morning. Driving to my destination, I turn on the radio. The song playing has a chorus that says, “luh li lis”. First I check the radio buttons because I could have mistakenly punched the Hawaiian station. Nope. Continue hearing ridiculous chorus, “luh li lis”. Maybe it’s a message from God? Maybe they are singing in tongue? Nope. Finally the main singer, who did posses the power of pronunciation, cleared the matter up for me. “Love Like This“.  I would rant, but I can’t.

When I was working in the school store, several students stepped right up and ordered annihilaters. I’m new to the store, I don’t buy candy as a rule. I search and search for annilaters but there are none to be found. I turn back to my customers and tell them we don’t have any. They look at me like I am a severe idiot. My feathers get a bit ruffled. When the lunch crowd goes back to class, I take a moment to study the candy display. Right behind where I was standing, there is a huge selection of annihilaters. But they are Now&Laters. Either people need to take proper pronunciation seriously or I need a hearing aid. Probably both. Shit.

Got a funny email from my friend yesterday. It was one of those “Maxine” cartoons. So appropriate. ” After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F. Hahahahahaha.




Music & Lyrics: Today’s Soundtrack

When you ask me, who I am;

What is my vision? And do I have a plan?

Where is my strength? Have I nothing say?

I hear the words in my head. But I push them away.

‘Cause I stand for the power to change,

I live for the perfect day.

I love til it hurts like crazy.

I hope for a hero to save me.

I stand for the strange and lonely.

I believe there’s a better place.

I don’t know if the sky is heaven.

But I pray anyway.”

Idina Menzel, “I Stand”

There’s a wicked wind blowing across the landscape of those near and dear to me. In an attempt to process all that is swirling around –  and there’s a bunch of swirl – I can’t find the words to express myself. Music and lyrics keep running through my brain.  Many people associate all manner of things with the music playing in the background. I’m going to stick to this one day … may have the music in me, but it’s coming out. Here’s the playlist:

  • Loudon Wainwright III,  “Daughter”: “That’s my daughter in the water, everything she knows I taught her. Everything she knows. Everything I say she takes to heart.”
  • Christopher Jak, “Squeeze”
  • Jeff Buckley, “Hallelujah”
  • Bing Crosby, “What Can You Do With A General?”
  • Mary J. Blige, “Just Fine”
  • Evan & Jaron, “What She Likes”
  • Habib Koite and Bamada, “I Ka Barra”
  • Francesca Battistelli, “It’s Your Life”
  • Chris Rice, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing”
  • Goo Goo Dolls, “Real”
  • The Pretenders, “Back on the Chain Gang”
  • Crosby Loggins, “Better Days”
  • Mark Kano, “Walking On Broadway”
  • Kings of Leon, “Use Somebody”
  • U2, “Beautiful Day”
  • “We Need A Little Christmas”/Mame soundtrack
  • Doug Smith & Heitor Pereira, “Dueling Guitars”/August Rush soundtrack
  • Lucy Schwartz, “Count On Me”

“All you need is love.”

John Lennon

Fingers Crossed

That’s enough for today. Whew. Just a note: if I ever  write that I am listening to Joni Mitchell’s “Blue” album, call 911. Just throwing it out there …







Pecker Power: It’s Hip to be Square

Get silly with me here. I learned about a recession-friendly game on my recent road trip and would be a selfish twit if I didn’t share. Chicken Shit Bingo will set you back two bucks.  Wholesome family fun … 

Chicken Shit Bingo 

  • Take the cushions off the sofa and dig for change.  Once you have found $2 in coin, you are good to go.
  • Get in the car and drive to Austin after church on Sunday.
  • Park at Ginny’s Little Longhorn Saloon, 5434 Burnet Road.
  • You have officially arrived in Funkytown. Bubbas, bikers and everything in between are welcome. A live band plays each hour. If you must bust a move, consult this book:

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon

  • You may notice a big screened pen sitting on a pool table. Wow, the pen has a floor full of numbered squares.  Pay $2 for a square.  Ginny will bring out her chicken after the squares are covered with feed.

Ginny's chicken has a powerful pecker

  • Chicken is put in pen where it begins to peck. That would be a chicken thang.
  • People scream at chicken; word of choice would be “SHIT” .  Afterall, there is money involved here.
  • Chicken eventually evacuates on a square. BINGO!  Winner, Winner, No Chicken Dinner but if your square has been sullied, you win $200. Do not be upset if you don’t win at first; the chicken reappears each time the band takes a break.

BINGO! Winner, Winner, Chicken .... shit

A little CSB on a Sunday afternoon, nowhere but Texas. Just sayin’… 


*photos courtesy of Double A*

Watching World Walk By: Movies & Books

Am grounded at home this holiday weekend.  Could be all sorts of other places, but … no worries, have to be here so here I am.   Catching up on older movies.  Reading pages that have been calling my name.  General milling about.

The films I’ve seen so far – it’s only Saturday – include In America, August Rush, and Taking Woodstock.

In America (2002)  is actually not new to me, but is one of my favorite movies.  Jim Sheridan directed and co-wrote the screenplay. An Irish family moves to NYC; it is a journey of loss and life.  It is semi-autobiographical.  The performances are perfect, the story is so beautiful and agonizing.  Just take a hammer and repeatedly hit the emotional quadrant of my heart. Special, special, special.  Did I say how special this film is?

August Rush (2007) presents a coincidence.  Ran into this while flipping channels.  It is a modern-day fairy tale, sort of, but it got me in the first few seconds and kept me right up to “The End”.  An orphaned musical prodigy, Oliver Twist  twist.  Of course, the music is fine; personal favorites:  “Raise It Up” and “Dueling Guitars“.  Then I found the director. Kirsten Sheridan.  She would be the daughter of Jim Sheridan (see above) and she co-wrote In America with her dad. No wonder I feel in love with this movie.  That family has some great film genes.  And this movie had me praying for the people inside the television from start to finish.  That is a good movie, in my humble opinion.

Taking Woodstock (2009) is a movie I so wanted to like. So didn’t.  Directed by Ang Lee, this groovy movie is based on memoir by Elliot Tiber and Tom Monte. Have to agree with New York Post critic Stephen Holden; he said TW was a “….thumb-sucking bore”.  Fail.

In other film news, apparently someone who has access to publishing on the MSN.com page is wondering if Sex and the City 2 will become one of the top ten best sequel films.  Again, in my uneducated opinion, the first Sex in the City film was the epitome of horrid, lamer than a herd of dead horses. Double dumb beyond belief.  Yet said person is wondering if this slop will overtake sequels to The Godfather, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. to mention a few. REALLY? We are so screwed.  On the other hand, maybe not.  The real Amityville Horror house is for sale. I propose a fundraiser to buy that haunted shack, put anyone who had anything to do with SACT1,2 (director and cast, for sure) inside, and lock the door FOREVER! If you have the same feelings, please join me in this mission.

I am woman, I multitask.  So, while watching movies, of course I read.

Labor Day by Joyce Maynard (2009)  Beautifully written, so much so I have writer envy.  This book, about a Labor Day Weekend in the past, is all about forgiveness, love, and the human spirit.  Have found so many lines of this book quote-worthy.  But you’ll have to read it to find them for yourself.

Recipes for a Perfect Marriage by Morag Prunty (2006) is so unsentimental and well-written.  The wisdom on these pages, regarding relationships, takes my breath away.  Am not finished.  When I do, it’s on to Lit by Mary Karr. While watching Amadeus (1984) again.

So much to do, so little time.


Crop Circles of Life

It’s been a Joni Mitchell week.

My head is spinning and my heart is beating, breaking, soaring.  Don’t know what to think … but a few lines from Joni Mitchell’s The Circle Game keep looping through my mind.

“And the seasons, they go round and round.  And the painted ponies go up and down.  We’re captive on this carousel of time.  We can’t return, we can only look behind.  From where we came.  And go round and round and round in the circle game.”

My young colleague had a beautiful baby girl.  My dad made a sad journey home to Alabama, to bury his dear friend from childhood, “the Atticus Finch of Birmingham”.  Walden’s niece is pregnant.  A family friend, younger than me, lost her husband.  My eldest daughter and I are prepping for a bridal shower honoring the first of her lifelong gang of girlfriend’s upcoming marriage. I just opened an email from my childhood friend-her precious mother died in her sleep last night. While trying to process that, another friend calls with a hilarious story and we laugh till we cry.  Sometimes you feel like a nut …

Death, birth, marriage and everything in between … all in overdrive. 

The definition of empathy – your hurt in my heart – is what I feel for my dad and the new widow. So, so sad.  Alternately, I’m delighted about the new baby and the one on the way.  Am thrilled for the bride-to-be. And my funny story friend is literally a major phoenix rising from horrible ashes; laughing with her is truly miraculous. And now I want to hug my motherless friend, but she is in a different city, gathering her troops from all over the country to mourn her mom … and watch her son marry next weekend.  And, once again, another Joni Mitchell song, Both Sides Now, begins looping…

“I’ve looked at life from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow, it’s life’s illusions I recall.  I really don’t know life at all.”

Surreal, sitting here on the sidelines … cheering, weeping, clapping, wailing. And, while well-versed in most things life, I still don’t get it.

But there is one thing I do get. Love.  Life begins and ends with love …  crazy, sad, joyous, mad, wiggly, mysterious love. Give it, take it, shove it, shower it, push it, pull it …  but make it the most active verb on the journey.

 My cooking partner once said, “You end all of your phone calls with “I love you”.  How can you do that?

My reply, then and now: “How can you not?”


Woo Hoo Weekend

Why I’m up at 6 am drinking coffee is beyond me.  What a weekend.  What a wonderful weekend.  Am glad I saw my boss last night so she will know why I can’t go to work tomorrow. Ha!

Did the 24-hour zip trip to Austin with Poob.  College Girl was delighted and delightful.  Her friends – and their moms – are darling and we had a big time that did not involve multiple hours of pub crawling.  Had my first stay in a hotel there in six years; always stay with Austin Ann.  Boy, am I behind the times.  There were dogs all over the place – four-legged kind.  I didn’t know you can bring your dog to your hotel. Mais oui!

Austin is still Austin.  Weird and wonderful.  It’s the sort of place where you see the oddest of people on every street corner and no one does a double take.  T-shirts and bumper stickers proclaim, “Keep Austin Weird”.  Whoever is in charge of that motion is doing a splendid job.  When passed on the street by a man taking his morning walk, and his attire is simply a red thong and sandals, well … that’s Austin. Wearing your pajamas any and everywhere isn’t unusual, either.  I LOVE that place. Our hotel was full of bikers, runners, and band members.  Could have had some really good stories had we stayed longer, but before we knew it, we were home again.

Crawled into my house about 1 pm.  Got a phone call from Miss Peach, who stayed at my house the night before to take care of Cooper.  She was in her bed at her apartment and wanted to place an order for chili cheese fries.  I explained I was not running a drive-through so the answer would be, “Are you nuts?” and “Thank you for babysitting.”  Buh bye. So wanted to crawl in my body mitten but that was not to be. Downloaded a pot of coffee, and Scotch-taped my eyelids open in order to stay awake for the next event.  And oh, what a happening that was.

Around 6 pm, drug my self upstairs to get ready for a very special celebration.  Threw on some jeans and a top I’d fished out of my god-daughter’s Goodwill bag, slapped some lipstick on. Ready!  KK, my partner in crime for the evening, called to ask about the attire.  When she picked me up, she said, “You frigging w&*%e, you look Parisian”. We can talk like that to each other.  And the only thing Parisian about me last night is that I looked like I’d crawled out of the sewers.  But it wasn’t about me a minute.

We went to a 21st birthday party for a great guy.  His parents, our friends, threw him a bash to end all bashes.  It was also his graduation party.  He is a special special needs person and his entire class was there. Not to mention a throng of friends and neighbors, a huge turnout.  His favorite band in the world is Nelo, so they were hired to play; Nelo is great, no I mean GREAT, and party boy was deliriously happy.  He accompanied the band, playing the air guitar in a most professional manner.  Everyone danced themselves silly, including moi.  The thing about this party that made it different from almost any party I’ve ever been to is that everyone was smiling and happy.  Many, many old friends and lots of kissing and hugging all around. It was a truly happy place where everyone was celebrating this wonderful young man. Grandparents, babies, teens, teachers, parents, and friends – happy, happy.

Got to see my dear friend, T, who almost died two months ago and she looks like a billion bucks.  Had a brief convo with the first “Undercover Boss”, another great guy.  He said he was really unsure how that show thing would go; I was glad I had the chance to tell him it was wonderful and I watch it every week.  It is good, turn it on tonight. Walden and Wack deposited me at my door close to 11 and I still had a smile on my face. 

Win-win weekend.  Love when that happens.

 Woo Hoo! Now back to bed. 🙂