31 January 2012

Nine Weeks to Sloppy Peanut Butter

No alarm. Just me, up about 2 minutes BEFORE said alarm would have screamed in my ear. Thinking a lot about food-related items and how I've lost my ability to even give a shit about cooking lately. Mainly because I am surrounded by food, in assorted degrees of decadence, all day long at work, so when I get home, I want nothing to do with it.  Which leads me to think about food and music.....for who knows what reason??

You've got food and sex....like here:

Back when Mr. Rourke didn't look quite like this: 

Kindly borrowed from the infamous Page 6 of the NY Post.....
But then, if you think about it, food doesn't carry such serious weight when it comes to music.....it kind of just passes sublime and heads right into ridiculous.....

Yet, it's catchy.....kind of like this....

Brought to mind by last night's menu of Sloppy Joes and mac n' cheeeeeeeeeeeese.  I had a craving. Sue me. And everytime I'm at work, on the Bakery side of life, I think of this....

That tickles me. Every time.  As does this....

Then there is this, a little ditty my son would constantly sing to me whenever he needed to make me smile....

If you've never heard or seen that, you'll never have the same life view of spuds again.  

I have this odd relationship with foodstuffs. To the point where I started ( and let languish) two blogs about food: 
  1. The Anti-Foodie
  2. Cooking Squared
I think that again, one day soon, I'll probably revamp them both and create SOMETHING of worth with them, because I do love to cook and I do want to send a message out to the residents of the Universe that we employ far too much waste when it comes to this form of survival.  Pipe dreams abound, circling around my one lonely brain cell. 

But for now, I leave you to ponder why food and music don't seem to mix under less than comedic circumstances!   Happy Tuesday!   

30 January 2012

It's A Gas

Yesterday flew by with nary a word from the Universe.  All that happened was me wasting countless hours trying fix money issues only to end up deleting everything and starting over. Yay. Not.  Today, another issue with money surfaces...that tangled web of money and love.  No alarm today, just lots of talk about money, money, money.......

I grew up in the ultimate materialistic era.....listening to stuff like this: 

I learned the hard way that you can't buy friends, you can't buy happiness, you can't buy loyalty and you will never, ever be able to buy REAL LOVE.....just never works.  When money is involved, money is the only thing that gets the love.  Sad but true.  

I guess the Universe would like us all to realize that money and love never mix......which is a message more for someone else (close to me)....mainly because I never had much of it and probably never will.  I wouldn't know what to do with it all if I did have a fuqueton of it!! :)  

Happy Monday!  

28 January 2012

Forever Playing to the Gallery

I don't know if I heard this coming forth from the radio or if it was just circling around my lonely brain cell, but it is what is is.....

I think it speaks to living life to the fullest degree, and if you don't, look in the mirror when it comes time to blame someone.  You can't spend your life being 'part of the furniture' and you definitely aren't living if you're constantly 'playing to the gallery'. You just can't. That's not living. 

Mistakes are meant to be made. They are the ""teachable moments"" (GOD, I HATE that phrase, but it applies here) provided to us by the Universe. 

I kind of miss hearing Supertramp on a regular basis. I can fully and completely admit that I have never heard a Supertramp tune other than those played regularly on the radio. In the interest of educating myself and branching out, I may just have to pick up some of their stuff and give it a try.  You never know what's out there until you look around, right?  

Today, on the brink of two straight days off, I continue to work on making life better here. Cleaning out clutter, rearranging priorities and, of course, knitting. Yarn always makes things clearer. 

27 January 2012


It's late in the day and still nothing speaks to me....except this: 

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping in,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone 
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share 
And no one dared 
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach out you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls. 
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence."

See you in the morning...xo 

26 January 2012

Dancing Around Fixing Things

No alarm, just me, up at 3:00, with THIS rattling around inside my skull....

For the love of all things holy, WHY?????  You gotta love the 80s....portable keyboards, Don Johnson jackets, shoulder pads galore, yeah. No. I know why. It does apply, regardless of the cheesiness of the music. In this moment, it means making the best of any sort of bad situation. It's about how some people deal with tragedy, pain and any other manner of bullshit that enters their personal space.  Maybe it's not the most productive way to live, learn and grow as a person, but sometimes, it's a form of self (sanity) preservation.....pretending that nothing is wrong, keeping the head planted firmly in the clouds, dancing, singing, reading and dreaming the time away until the mind can get to a better place.  

Yes, I really did just get all of that out of one lousy Don Henley song. True story!  

25 January 2012

Finding My Letters

The Universe, through my alarm, is full of static today. One thing is, however, abundantly clear. There are few, very few, select individuals that can play me like a violin, which brings this to mind:

Like Itzhak with his violin, so are they with me.  Kind of annoying that I just never seem to learn that particular lesson with those certain someones. I really have to learn about ingesting grains of salt. Just sit back, listen, give somewhat glib responses and then wait to see if anything really comes of it. At least I, and my beloved for that matter, catch our self before we go flying out the door on long trek to nothing. 

Perhaps it's just disconcerting to know that at least one individual knows EXACTLY which buttons to push, which strings to pull, in order to sway you.....like this: 

Wow. That gets me every time. If that's not one of the best remakes ever, I don't know what is......

Maybe it relates. Maybe this person kills me with their words because it's like they are living my life over again. So many of the things that happen to them, happened to me, but the difference is that I'm older and I can see where they are going if they don't bother to WAKE UP, smell the smog, and move forward.  

But, as Anthrax puts it, there is always....

Squeezed out, kept me down
What goes around comes around
I can wait you out
Patience is my virtue
Call it payback, call it proper grounds
What goes around always comes around, always comes around

They just never count on me waiting them out.  Their mistake. :)  Happy Day of Humps!  

24 January 2012

Workin' For The Man

Pretty sad that the only time I can sleep UNTIL the alarm goes off is on my day off. Fail. Alarming that this came blaring out of the speakers at me this morning......it's one of those songs that I'd rather hate than love, no matter what a "classic" it may be......

I don't know which version I heard first, but I did get to see Tina Turner perform it live when I went to see her, so many, many moons ago....during this tour which subsequently was my first concert ever....

Back in the days of complete naivety, whenst I had no clue exactly WHAT a private dancer was.....Shut up! I lived a very sheltered life as a child and adolescent!  

Maybe the message today is that it's just not about location, it's about WHO you spend your time with.....not sure that it directly applies to me, mainly because I spend my time with one beloved, two dogs and five assorted felines, but you never know.  Maybe I need to push the boundaries of socialization and get out there and actually make friends!  

This will not be happening today. It's a day off and I've got way too much to get accomplished here. Can't do that if I'm out running around, right?  Enjoy your day, win some friends and influence some people! 

23 January 2012

Plink, Plink, Plink....Plink, Plinky, Plink.......

The skies woke me up today, with nary a word....justs lots of flash and bang kind of stuff. January. Ohio. Thunderstorms. Makes perfects sense in a world where global warming does not exist (cough, sputter, puke). All this weather does is confuse nature and makes ME want SPRING. Now! Also reminds me to get my seeds started soon!  

I guess today is about trying to evaluate all the things I need to do, whilst not having the time to do any of them until maybe tomorrow. At least ONE thing is eliminated from the list. Won't have to spend time or cash to go wash the car. The Universe can be very helpful upon occasion!  Other than that, this does NOT feel like a Monday, but I wish you all an excellent week, regardless!  

22 January 2012

Shine Until Tomorrow

I am wiped. Out. Learning an entirely new job within a job just kind of wears me down. Mainly, because I tend towards perfectionism, or at least the appearance of perfectionism, and it gets frustrating to learn, make mistakes and to try to build up to where others left off.

The lonely brain cell is weary and in need of sleep-like things. Of course, this is way late in the day, but sometimes, that's just how it goes.....and throughout the noisy silence of today, it occurred to me that sometimes, the Universe speaks in silence.....which brings to mind this:

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Yeah, There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me.
Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

Most days, I really do wake up to the sound of music, whether it issues forth from the radio or it's just looping around in my cranium waiting for me to hear it. Most of life's answers are never so obvious as to smack us right upside the head. Sometimes, they come easily, but most of the time, you just really do have to let it be. 

I am so tired, I can't even type straight, so I just leave you be with this song and the words....until the morning. 

21 January 2012

The Motherlode of Cigarettes and Coffee

Yes, I slacked. That and when the only thing I hear on the radio is notes during the waking moment, my brain doth not compute very well. Plus, I was tired as hell from yesterday's travels and not at all in the mood to wake up for work. So, here we are, getting our wake up call right around dinner time. 

Before I get too deep, you'll need to watch this, in order to balance things accordingly......

This week's just been full of way to much drama. Way too much loss. 

20 January 2012

When Are You Gonna Come Down?

Woke up to this...well, not THIS version, but THIS person certainly makes the song so much more bearable!!!!

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had been stronger. If I hadn't let someone else threaten me and shame me into silence. I know I'm never going to audition for any of the billion reality talent shows....I just sing in the car. Who I am, because of my past, is why I have always wanted my own children to go places. Do things. Be MORE than what someone else was before them. Without all the pushings and obsessiveness of a pageant mom, however. Just not my style. 

Today, my daughter leaves, again, for new territory. I can only hope that she'll find what she needs and wants, away from all the distractions that surrounded her here. I think this suits her: 

or this even....

I hope she can take her broken wings and learn to fly. Regardless of what she believes, regardless of everything that's ever happened in the past, the one thing that has never changed is the fact that I love her. 

19 January 2012

Time's Up

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.....
First words. Can't get much truer than that, eh?

Sometimes, the love you have to give, the things you have to say and what you really feel, it all falls on deaf ears. Sometimes, people have too much time on their hands....

Like, whoever made this video.....

And though I'm not taking any sort of leave, I feel like this sums it up fairly astutely....


I wanna meet my maker in peace, 
I want to feel alive again
So put that smile back on my face
 and mix it strong my friend.

’Cause I can't feel my face
I won't struggle long
In a world so cold
In a world so wrong

I just want peace. I just want the best for those I brought in to this world. I just want a drink. A rather strong drink. I want to NOT feel my face, or anything else for that matter, for a while. No matter what way I go, no matter what I do, whether I do anything, do something or do nothing, someone, somewhere, will find fault with it. That, my friends, is just life.  

Difference being, this time, I will not be sucked into anyone else's abyss of misery. Been there, definitively done that, not going back for Round 63. 

Choosing my battles. 

Happy Thursday!  

18 January 2012

Breezes, Blossoms and Dragonflies Out in the Sun...

Something screamed forth from the radio this morning, but for the life of me, I could not tell you what the hell it was. Sometimes, I get this stuck in my head. There are probably 6245 versions of this song available performed by everyone from 'Muse' to Jenifer Hudson and all points in between..yet this remains my favorite. 

Every single day, as the Universe would like us to realize, is a new dawn, a new day, a new chance to have the life we want to have. Sometimes, it takes a little longer to get to it, but the point is this: Never stop trying. And whether you subscribe to the musings of Max Ehrmann's Desiderata, or whomever actually created the beauty of this piece

Until one is committed, 
there is hesitancy, 
the chance to draw back, 
always ineffectiveness. 

Concerning all acts of initiative 
(and creation) 
there is one elementary truth, 
the ignorance of which 
kills countless ideas and splendid plans: 
That the moment one 
definitely commits oneself, 
then Providence moves too. 

All sorts of things occur to help one 
that would never have otherwise have occurred. 
A whole stream of events issues 
from the decision, 
raising in one's favor all manner 
of unforseen incidents 
and meetings and material assistance, 
which no man could have dreamed 
would have come his way. 

I have learned a deep respect 
for one of Goethe's couplets: 
"Whatever you can do, 
or dream you can, begin it. 
Boldness has genius, 
power and magic in it." 

-W.H. Murray 
The Scottish Himalayan Expedition 

It doesn't matter what or in whom you believe, what matters is what YOU do with every second you've been given to live. 

17 January 2012

Joanie's Southern-Crossed Black Clouds

Day off, no alarm for me. Thinking about the upcoming events, thinking backwards, thinking all over the place. This song is from the way backwards....

Brings back memories.....I went through a Blue Phase....everything accessorial was blue.....blue lights, blue netting, blue, blue, blue.......back when the only way you could get music was via those things called vinyl albums and cassette tapes.  I adore this album, and this song especially, is one of my favorites. Not that it makes any sense at all, lyrically, but for some reason it just clicked with me. 

Then I started thinking about my daughter......and her penchant for fantasy....which is mostly why I wrote this.

Thinking of how her life is about to change, praying and hoping, for the better......this seems kind of fitting, sort of....

Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.

She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete.

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of'a waterline.
Nicely making way.

In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized
Why twice you ran away.

Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.

I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. 

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise - The promise of a comin' day.

So I'm sailing for tomorrow - My dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you - Tied with a silver chain.

I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left - And music is her name.

Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.

I have been around the world,
lookin' for that woman/girl
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.

So we cheated and we lied and we tested.
And we never failed to fail; it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
in the Southern Cross.

Sometimes you can't see the trees or the forest until you take a step back, say, by the ocean...... 

Some day it will all make sense to her. 

16 January 2012

Don't Go Away Mad, Just Go Your Own Way

Long day yesterday, followed by short stint of sleep, followed by this, screaming from the radio:

I was totally floored yesterday to learn that I must be really good at putting on the 'brave face' and giving the appearance of being happy. A coworker told me I am NEVER in a bad mood and that I always seem happy. 

Have we met?  
Who is this person to whom she is referring?  

Maybe it's just that I have been truly blessed to have found a place of employment that doesn't bring about copious amounts of stress, I have actively chosen not to become involved in workplace drama, and I can just go there and forget about, or not have time to THINK about, all the garbage that goes on outside of work. Nobody knows me there, nobody knows anything about my life, and I don't share much about me, so it's all good, calm, peaceful, and stress-free, even when it's slammed!  

I think the Universe would like me to fully comprehend that some people just really need to go their own way. You could talk, scream, cry, beg, plead, and so on, ad infinitum until you are 15, 468 shades of blue in the face and it won't change a blasted thing.  Not a thing. I think I'm finally WAKING UP to the fact that, no matter how hard I try, some people will never hold me in any sort of high esteem.  So. Be. It. 

So for now, one second at a time, one minute at a time, one day at a time, one year at a time, I'm just going away from all their nonsense. Not going away mad, just going away.  

15 January 2012

Gypsies and Four-Walled Worlds

Who needs an alarm when you spend at least 60% of your day off SLEEPING?  Apparently, I was all out of gas yesterday. I cat napped, sloth napped and then went to bed......but what's been running through my brain cell is the naivete of children. They are willing to excuse even the most heinous and fucked up acts of others, as long as they aren't excluded. I don't get that. Well, I do...because I was there once upon a time, but in the here and right now, I just don't get it. 

My beloved says he thinks about me when he listens to this song. I'm not particularly all THAT wild, but this line captured his thinking: 

For I would beg for you
I would steal and I would borrow
I'd do anything, anything at all
To end this sorrow 

It's how he feels about me, and how I feel about him. It's also how I will always and forever feel about my babies. Powerless as I may be to give a wake up call to the one of them that really and truly needs it. If it swims like a shark, hunts like a shark, and ultimately eats up it's prey like a shark, then, by all means, it IS a SHARK.  Hello?  Echo, echo, echo..............

This Friday can not come soon enough, when she'll be farther removed and maybe better able to see clearly through all the bullshit by which she's been surrounded. One can only hope. One can only hope she'll escape his four-walled, self-absorbed, sickening (to those of us who really DO know better) world.....

In the meantime, I'll spend the next few hours absorbing my coffee, knitting and then getting ready for an odd 11-7 shift at work. Hope you've had a wonderful weekend!!  

14 January 2012

Believing in Something Divine

Oh, no wake up call today. It's an off day, so no alarm. Just thinking about why I needed to obtain a copy of this:

Tis the most horrifically sad film I think I've ever seen. Mainly because, in this family, we've been touched by the deadly hands of Alzheimer's Disease not once, nor twice, but THREE times and maybe more. It's yet to be determined. My Grandmother, my beloved's Grandmother and now his aunt, who is probably in the mid-stages, but maintaining with medication. As my son once referred to it, Alzheimer's is erasing your brain, one word at a time...(or something like that, I can't remember the exact quote....). How odd that, as a teen, I chose a book from the library about a younger man who got the disease. I didn't understand it then, and I can't remember the title, but I suppose it was something the Universe wanted me to read in order to prepare me for the events of later life. Who knows?  

But this is less about this ghastly disease and more about my Grandma. 

I miss her so much. Every day. 

13 January 2012

Summer Fall, Winter Spring

Well, the alarm clock did its job, but the Universe only provided a commercial interruption about the radio station in question. So far this year's winter has been a dud, until today. The snow is starting to fall and stick in place, amidst 30 mph winds.....and it brings to mind this:

The sound is kind of wonky, but the Universe typically does not send musical messages via live recordings, so I try to provide for you what I hear in my head. No, maybe the song doesn't much apply to snow and wind, but it applies to recent happenings in and around the abode, so yeah.  

I don't typically ask for or demand apologies. Why? Because I think to demand or ask for one means that what you receive may be quite less than sincere. To me, if someone is sorry, they would say it freely, without the thought being suggested to them. 

As a child, I was pretty much just a puppet on someone else's narcissistic strings. Do this, do that, stand up straight, smile, speak clearly, blah blah blah blah blah.................today, I'm on my own strings. I refuse to wait around for someone to stop judging me and instead realize that I do, indeed, have value, even if I don't meet up to their expectations. Not gonna happen, so I'm not gonna waste one more second of this lifetime pining away for it. 

Love me as I am, flaws and all (without pointing every single on of them out so vividly) or find the damned door and use it. 

Or maybe this song applies, in reverse, somewhat: 

I DO wanna be me, in spite of the fact that other people never did want me to be myself. I want to think for myself, I want to make my own mistakes and yet make the right decisions. I don't need someone's loathing, criticism and obsessive penchant for control to make me a better person. I am a better person, in SPITE of living with those things. And no, this is not regarding my beloved. Not at all. He's quite the opposite of others. He actually sees me for who I am and loves me for it. 

So, I guess, Universally speaking, you have to just be yourself, regardless of what anyone else thinks. Otherwise, you're not really living. 

Happy Friday!  

12 January 2012

Thigh-High Boots and Inner Ice

No, no wake up call today. Just me, up before I had to be. Yet again. After being up for a bit, the only thing that keeps screaming through my brain cell is this song:

I may not be able, or have access, to do it literally, but figuratively, in my mind....it's ON. It's true, you know, the old adage about messing with a lionness and her cubs......but now, I have to go find the exact expression or it will drive me nuts.  I shall return. 

Found this, it pertains: 

Still looking, please take a moment to go refresh your beverage or take your morning constitutional....

Found this, too......it's kind of comical. And, no, I don't growl in slow motion: 

Still looking. I get distracted. Sue me. 

And finally, there is this.....

11 January 2012

Turn Up Your Tape Machine and Burn Some Bridges

Clearly the universe thinks I am not hearing something with the proper level of understanding......hence the reason it gave me this upon awakening today:

And here, I thought I'd someday miss the 80's.  Not yet.  Shoulder pads still make me cringe and evertime I find a pair, I want to immediatley rip them forth from the garment to which they are attached!!!  

Gently borrowed from:

Since the recent receipt of a SECOND copy of Wasting Light has me once again filling me brain cell with words of a Foo....there's this song looping around in there this morning also: 

I've burned more than my share of bridges in this lifetime. Some of them by accident, some, however, by perfectly calculated design. 

Another time another place
Another line upon your face
Another in your way

Down crooked stairs and sideways glances
Comes the king of second chances
Now throw him in the flame 

Some bridges most definitely need to be lit up. Sometimes, it's the only way you can keep moving forward. Somethings THINGS weigh us down. Written words, pictures and the other assorted memorabilia and detritus, sometimes, these things should turn to ash. NOT in a manner that would lead to arson charges, mind you, but in a way that you can never see them, breathe them, touch them or otherwise hold on to them ever again. 

Kind of how I feel about a certain person in my life that have never once taken the opportunity to believe in my worth. This person's ego gets in this person's way...this person thinks that no one can do anything as good as or better than this person can do it. To THAT, I say, what. ever. At the ripe young age of 43, I still haven't managed to completely burn this particular bridge, try as I may. But what I can do, is burn away all the negative energy coming forth from that particular person and just keep moving forward in SPITE of what this person thinks.  But gee, I can't even begin to imagine how different life would have been had this person ever taken a moment to step outside, look around, and see that I was worth the effort and not just something to be hidden away or discouraged.  

Yeah, kind of bitter about that one. It's my cross to bear....and bear it, I do.....and someday, maybe about one day before I take my leave of this earth, maybe I'll understand that it wasn't my issue it was theirs. 

So until tomorrow, I leave you with this:  Burn the bridges that bring you misery and pain, and leave the bridges intact that will actually get you somewhere safe, happy and productive.  

10 January 2012

Switchblade Lips and Trick-or-Treat Fingertips

Why?  Because this is what was playing when the alarm went off.....because yes, once again, I forgot to change the station.

Brings back a lot of memories. I was young, dumb, and you know.......freshly out of high school with all the intelligence of a rock. Back then, I had yet to set foot in a boobie bar and was just beginning to rebel from that strict religious environment from which I was trying to escape. 

Thinking about this song, though, makes me think about my Boo and the current state of relationships today. Clearly, today, these ""kids"" are much more open to new ideas than we were. That's all well and good, but I think first you need a certain level of maturity before you go messing around and trying to engage in all manner of sexual/romantic freedom.  And, it's not even a matter of gender....girls can be just as cruel, deceitful and heinous as boys...and vice versa. So, no matter who you love or give your heart to, you'd first better realize that that heart can and probably will be broken numerous times throughout your life.  Buckle up, baby, because it really is gonna be a bumpy ride!  

Unfortunately, us humans don't tend to rely too much on our instincts and feelings in the younger years, so you have to learn the hard way, at least once or twenty times, and then you start to pick up on the cues that scream "HEY, you're about to get totally fucked over!!!!!!!!! RUN the other way!!!!!!!!!!"  So, I suppose that means that we should maybe have been taught at a very early age to protect our hearts and give love sparingly only to those who earn it completely, right.  Yeah, sure.....where I grew up, there was no concern about such trivial things as self respect.  The only thing that mattered was being a good Christian, upstanding, morally righteous girl.  Puke. 

As I read recently in At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much, a quote from Harry S. Truman states: "I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and advise them to do it...."  Truer words, eh?  Telling her that he was bad news never worked, so then we went with the "if that's what you want, go for it", and now all we can do is be here to help her pick up the pieces as they scatter around her and let her know that no matter how much it hurts right now, tomorrow is a new day, and things will start to look better eventually.  

So whether it's girls, girls, girls or boys, boys, boys, the modus operandi should be the same.  Proceed with caution.  That and perhaps, love YOURSELF first.  

09 January 2012

Sage Rosemary Parses Time

I'm ignoring today's wake up call, mainly because I don't think that there is ANYTHING from George Thorogood that will ever be profound. He's like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. Now I really, really do need to change that radio station!  Instead, this has been dinging me since yesterday:

Foo Fighters

You got away got away got away from me
Now get away get away get away from me

I couldn't grow just living in the shadow
Where do you go when no one's following you?
You ran away ran away it was right on cue

Shall I go on and on and on and on and on and on again

Rosemary you're part of me
You know you are you are you are
Rosemary you're part of me
You know you are you are you are
Rosemary please pardon me

Truth ain't gonna change the way you lie
Youth ain't gonna change the way you die

Dear Rosemary
Dear Rosemary

You got away got away got away with things
You got away got away got away with things

False starts young hearts get shattered
Pick up the pieces coming down around you
You ran away ran away it was right on cue

Can I go on and on and on and on and on and on again

Rosemary you're part of me
You know you are you are you are
Rosemary you're part of me
You know you are you are you are
Rosemary please pardon me

Truth ain't gonna change the way you lie
Youth ain't gonna change the way you die

This was no ordinary life (This was no ordinary life)
This was no ordinary life (This was no ordinary life)

I'm here from now on
But once I'm gone
I'm gone

Truth ain't gonna change the way you lie
Youth ain't gonna change the way you die

Dear Rosemary (Dear Rosemary)
You're part of me (You're part of me)
Dear Rosemary (Dear Rosemary)
Please pardon me (Please pardon me)

Dear Rosemary

You got away got away got away from me
Now get away get away get away from me

This one's for my baby....There's not a lot of literal meaning in this song, hence the reason for the word 'Parses' in the title of this post. I can take each part of this song and interpret it to fit this given situation. I don't mean 'get away from me' in a mean sense, but Get Away from here...get out THERE and live some life that you're meant to live. Leave all the drama and the bullshit behind and just get to where you were meant to be.  Love you, Boo.  

I heard this song yesterday on the way to work and something just came over me and made me very sad.....I knew something wasn't right. So, maybe, that motherly intuition does actually work SOMETIMES. I've not always been the best specimen of motherhood, but one thing is for certain: I have always and will always love my children,without fail, and I will always be here for them if they should ever need me.  So, I would surmise that the Universe would kindly like to remind me, or you, once again, that you should always go with your gut.....it's not often wrong. 

08 January 2012

Cellophane-Wrapped Marmalade Italiano di Roxanne

No alarm today either....GASP!!

Gently borrowed from here

You might wonder why most of my wake up calls tend to rehash things that have long been in existence. Mainly, because you write and learn from the things you know.....the unknown comes in whenever it decides to show up. After spending a highly productive (for me) day yesterday cleaning out clutter and reviewing the events of the past few years, I guess the Universe would like to remind me that all men do not behave like Mr. Leguizamo, above, and there is a specific, RIGHT, way to treat a woman. 

There is so much more going here, so.....