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The Promise

18 May

I’ve often wondered…do artistic people who dwell on a whole different astral plane have an unconscious awareness of when it’s time to  move on?  And is it even a choice?  Jimi Hendrix seemed to know his fate when he wrote and recorded, “The Ballad of Jimi”.  Lines like “Many things he would try / For he knew soon he’d die,” “Now Jimi’s gone, he’s not alone / His memory still lives on” and “Five years, this he said / He’s not gone, he’s just dead” weirdly predict the legend’s death and legacy five years later.

Last night Chris performed with Soundgarden in Detroit, Michigan.  Before taking his final walk off stage, Soundgarden worked in a little bit of Led Zeppelin’s 1975 epic, “In My Time of Dying” while performing the closing notes of Badmotorfinger’s “Slaves & Bulldozers”.  The video below shows this final footage.

Chris Cornell – Final Footage


I could sit here and write down all of the memories I have that are linked to every single Soundgarden and Audioslave song.  But I won’t.

I will simply salute a man who personally held the hand and ushered in an era of music that made an ethereal footprint in our music’s landscape.  Thank you, Chris….for leaving us with “The Promise”.


Disco Seashells

18 Aug

I’ve always had a hard time saying the word, ‘seashell’.  I tend to say ‘sheshell’ before rapidly correcting myself. If the person I’m speaking to chuckles, this thought immediately runs through my head:


Anyway, seashells have been piling up around here for the past few years and I’ve been at a loss about how to handle their business.  I mean, I’m not exactly a fan of seashell crafts and bathroom bowls.  Not that there’s anything wrong with those things.  It’s just a personality quirk of mine.  I also have a hard time controlling myself around decorative soap when I’m a guest in someone else’s home.  The sight of stamped soap balls  all nestled in a glass dish make me want to immediately soil my hands so I can furiously scrub them with the fancy soap balls.

Back to the sheshells.  (I totally just accidentally misspelled that word and I’m not correcting it to prove my point.)  I blame that song, ‘Disco Inferno’ for my irresponsibility and lack of remorse when it comes to glitter.  Seriously.  You give me some Mod Podge and flocking glitter and I’ll make it look like Elton John moved in.  All over the place.

So putting glitter on seashells should be no surprise to anyone; however, I’ll deny that I had anything to do with glitter being all over my kid’s homework.  Like I said.  Irresponsible.  You know that look people get when they come face to face with a resident of crazy town?  That’s how my daughter looked at me when I proudly showed her my day’s work.  Like side-eyeing Chloe.


Her look became even more concerned when I started laughing so hard that tears were coming out. I totally amuse myself.  Like when I slightly edited this Chloe pic to make her look less concerned and more disgusted.  I laughed so hard that the cat went skidding out of the room.


The disgusted look came when I said, “Hey man.  Put your ear up to this shell.  You don’t hear the ocean.  You hear disco music.”

Oh c’mon.  That was funny.

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5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 176 More Days

2 Aug


4th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: Zip Zero Nada!

22 May

I have been so hammered with work over the past month that I’ve neglected to post the bag pics.  I know, I know.  I’m like the worst blogger EVER.  Anyway….here’s the wrap up.  Now I have to find something else to do this summer .

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Prince Dead at 57

21 Apr


A Queen is born…a Prince dies.  Legendary musician, Prince Rogers Nelson, was found dead today in his Minnesota home.  He was only 57 years old.


The soundtrack of my teenage life was made up of Prince.  Cyndi Lauper.  Eurythmics.  The Thompson Twins.  I remember laying in the yard with my best friend, listening to “When Doves Cry”, the perfect fuel for our teenage angst.  Kids our age were sneaking out, wearing their parent’s clothes, trying to get in to see his R-rated movie, “Purple Rain”.  There was just something ethereal about him.  Something other-worldly.  He could not be contained within a gender or race.

I remember exactly where I was at the stroke of midnight as 1999 rolled into a new era.  And, of course, Prince’s ‘1999’ was being played on a loop.  His lyrics, “two thousand zero zero party over, oops out of time”, seemed to have a prophetic aura about them.  Almost as if he knew there was an evolutionary musical shift coming.  One that lacked his authenticity.

In 2004, the Rock and Rock Hall of Fame recognized him as an artist who “rewrote the rulebook”.  After his induction, he shared, ” I embarked on a journey more fascinating than I could ever imagine.”

We’re just now learning that Prince was found unresponsive in an elevator inside of his music studio.  Making his lyrics even more profound:

“And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor.”



Happy 90th, Queen Elizabeth!

21 Apr

queen lizI love the Queen.  I really do.  And not for her pomp and circumstance.  No.  I love her because she’s ornery.  Like that time when she jumped out of a helicopter with James Bond.  Well, she didn’t REALLY jump.  A stunt person did.  But she WAS in the helicopter and made one helluva entrance to the 2012 London Olympics.  You just know she has a wicked sense of humor made even funnier with the whole crown and robe thing.

In 1977, during the Silver Jubilee festivities, the Queen was informed that perhaps just maybe things were going terribly wrong with the pyrotechnics.  To which she replied, “Oh good.  What fun!”  I mean, who doesn’t like to see an explosion.  I could sit here all day and talk about the Queen’s shenanigans…really, I could.  But I won’t.  I’ll just highlight a few of my faves.

So Happy Birthday, Queen Elizabeth!  Drank yourself a toddy, girl.


  •  During her 1977 Silver Jubilee, she expressed concern that President Idi Amin would gatecrash her party.  He didn’t.  But when asked what she would’ve done had that actually happened, Lord Mountbatten quotes her as saying, “She had decided she would use the City’s Pearl Sword, which the Lord Mayor had placed in front of her, to hit him hard over the head with.
  •  She has an ATM in her basement.
  • She isn’t require to have a driver’s license and is infamous for driving her Range Rover over hill and dale like Cruella de Ville. Also, she refuses to wear a seat belt and has had two formal complaints filed against her for terrorizing pedestrians in Windsor Great Park.
  • She is immune from prosecution.  Meaning, she could hit anyone she wanted with the City’s Pearl Sword and no one could do a bloody thing about it.
  • She owns all of the swans in the River Thames.  ALL of them.
  • Also, she owns all of the whales and sturgeons in the waters surrounding the U.K.
  • She has a not-so-secret tactic of switching her handbag from arm to the other to indicate to her staff that she’s entirely bored with the person she’s conversing with.
  • She was born in a house that is now a Chinese restaurant.
  • Canada sent her a gift of two black beavers, which are now housed in the London Zoo.
  • Brazil sent her a sloth.  Which was also sent to the zoo.
  • She knows and can change a spark plug.
  • The Queen loves her some “Game of Thrones” and even visited the set in 2014.
  • She’s been emailing since 1976.
  • Her official wedding cake was made with ingredients donated by the Australian Girl Scouts.  (Nutella maybe?)
  • How ’bout she fired a footman for giving her Corgi some whiskey drank?!
  • It is recorded that the Queen was a mischievous little imp that liked to climb on tables and hit people in the face with crackers.
  • And to sum it all up, I’ll let the Queen have the final word: “I have to be seen to be believed.”

4th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 21 More Days

21 Apr


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World Bipolar Day

31 Mar

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So I totally forgot about World Bipolar Day yesterday.  Because, you know….I was busy being bipolar and whatnot.  It’s hard being bipolar.  A full time job with unwanted overtime.

I have the dreaded Bipolar I diagnosis.  (That would be the bad one.)  I’d say there are no benefits to this mental illness, but I’d be lying.  Most of us are extraordinarily gifted in some creative field.    When we’re manic, our bodies and minds don’t require much sleep.  We become faster, stronger, smarter, more clever.  It’s the closest thing to being super-human that a human being can experience.  It’s also the reason a lot of people stop taking their meds.  They miss this aspect of themselves.

I miss this part of my illness every single day.  I spent years chasing that high. But the window to this genius is very small.  Actual physical and intellectual strength become imagined and diminished.  Yet within this very small window brews a tempest.  Lives are destroyed.  Lifetimes of accomplishments are reduced to rubble.  The devastation we leave in our wake is unimaginable.  Sadly, it’s not us who suffers, it’s those around us.  Our suffering comes much later.  And that suffering is what drives some of us to escape this world.  Others fall into a trench of depression that lasts months, if not years.  We lose our friends.  Sometimes our families.

I’m not talking about depression.  I’m talking about Depression.  With a capital “D”.  And I don’t mean Dallas.  It’s debilitating.  Bills go unpaid, cars are repossessed.  In extreme cases, homes are lost.  We’re unable to move or feed ourselves without the help of someone else..  It’s not uncommon for someone with no support to be hospitalized due to malnutrition and dehydration while in the throws of depression.  You must be thinking, “Seriously, dude?  It can’t possibly be that bad.”  Oh.  You have no idea.

But I figure it’s easier to embrace the crazy instead of denying it.  Even though I sometimes feel like a chemically altered human being, I know it’s for the best.  For  myself AND the ones who care about me.  So now I speak out.  I get involved.  I participated in an intense study through Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine that led to them discovering the genetic DNA link to bipolar.  I won Astra Zeneca’s national essay contest detailing my struggles and recovery.  I was published in Louise Hay’s book, “Modern Day Miracles”.  All of this was done while I was manic.  Albeit a muted manic due to the head meds.  The best advice I can give is learn to ride the waves.  Accept that what goes up must come down.

Most importantly, don’t be ashamed.  Tell your story, create a work of art, compose music, keep a journal.  Create something you can be proud of.  Wanna know where I learned this?  I learned it behind two sets of locked doors, in a psych ward, playing the board game “Life” with a kleptomaniac, a schizophrenic priest and a pathological liar.  By the time they called “Lights out”, the klepto had returned all the blue stick people, the priest blessed us in lieu of condemnation and the liar finally confessed to over-salting other patient’s food when they weren’t looking.  He even turned over his personal stash of salt & pepper packets.  And me?  I accepted my mental illness.  Out loud.

We all turned in for the night feeling pretty gosh darn proud of ourselves.  We all were the same.  And hunny, there’s no shame in that.




4th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 47 More Days

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