Saturday, August 22, 2009

Nouvelle Vague - video of the day

For a long time now I have been completely enamorate of Nouvelle Vague. Their sound really takes me places. From covers to originals, they have a unique sound that really does it for me, makes me want to get all dressed up, sing, dance, and fly a little bit. I ran across them on MySpace and had to fan them right away when I did.

Today, I have been napping. Oh, sure, I may have woken up from a dream, that I could turn into a novel,by two children smacking my head to resolve a fight and two other coming in to argue so that I could chose which one was in the right (and thus my favorite - a game I did not play by the way), but no matter. Today I did promice to think about myself. And this fits the mood.


Lazy morning Cartoon

Feeling a little lazy this morning. Snoozy.
Found a cartoon this morning that hit the spot.
The music by the Andrews Sisters, "Boogie Woogie Mama", is sw-eet!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Realities of Life are so often Satirical

This is what I envisioned my day to be like.
But alas...
I wake at 6:30 am.

No time to shower.

Slip on a dress and some shoes.

Make sure Arri and Ana are ready for school.

Drop them off.

Come home.

Sasha tells me there is a butterfly on Zaphron's makeshift flytrap (he made this fly trap yesterday, with supplies he coerced Grandmother Beatrice to buy while at Lowes on Tuesday).

I don't believe her. I think it's a moth.

I go to look.

It's not a moth.

It really is a butterfly.

A Monarch butterfly no less.

The poor thing is not dead, but its wing is stuck to the sticky-glue and is trying desperately to unloose itself.

Zaphron is still asleep.

Sasha and I scream for him to wake up and come down. We scream that it is an emergency.

Still asleep, he comes down.

I'm hoping for the best.

He peels the Monarch's wing off the sticky-tape like a professional. (He has had much experience with Monarch butterflies at his school (a whole season of studying, tracking, and whatnot, with researchers from Mexico).

I ask him if there isn't anything that we have that can remove the stickiness from it's wing, like a q-tip with some rubbing alcohol, perhaps.

He says yes and goes upstairs, sleepily, with the butterfly.

A few moments later he comes to me and says, "What are you thinking telling me to use alcohol? Do you know what you're saying?"

I said, "I know, I just realized what could happen." I had, in fact, just realized how foolish an idea that was, and I felt quite relieved to find out he did not take my advise.

After 15 minutes of confusion, he sets it free, still-sticky wing and all, and we pray it somehow makes it.

Since Zaphron was up until 4 am watching things on YouTube, he takes his tired body back to sleep.

I make myself a Coke on the rocks, to calm my nerves. The first thing I've ingested all day.

The moment I set myself comfortably on a couch, the phone rings.

It's the school nurse.

I need to bring a change of clothes.

Arri didn't make it on time.

I must interject here that my sister's wedding was this past Sunday. Family functions and entertaining and accommodating have all been priority these past two weeks (yes, my lovely blog was left to take care of itself this whole time; sad but true). At any rate, it had been a while since our laundry had been taken care of due to other duties and lack of time. Last night would have been my first chance to get it taken care of, but, like a fool, I opted for sleep over a midnight laundry suaree.

So, as for the change of clothes, there are no extra underwear, socks, or shorts. (Pants are still in storage. He's grown so much I doubt I have any pairs that fit him anyway.)

My only option: grab Zaphron's shorts, a pair of underwear I find in an odd spot (doesn't smell bad thank gawd) and a shirt without stains (I believe it may have been the one he wore on Monday, the first day of School).

I leave with Sasha and we head for school.

Arri is waiting in the nurses office. Drenched. Even his shoes. Yes, even his shoes; the only pair he has because his feet recently sprouted, and with relatives in town the last thing you think of is anyone needing an extra pair of shoes due to the fact that they peed themselves at school while pouring milk into their cereal.

We go into the bathroom.

I place soaked clothes in a bag, used wipes to wash him off belly button to under-foot.

He needs to pee again.

I finally get him dressed.

Now Sasha has to poop.

While she goes about her business, I step out to speak with the nurse about the shoes.

All settled. Since he doesn't have gym, he can go to class without shoes 'till I come back with a brand new pair.

Sasha and I walk Arri to class and speak with his very cute, well dress, wonderful smelling, male teacher, who stands quite close.

As I haven't eaten a thing yet, I talk while breathing in. God help me.

Us girls get into the car, check the time, and I make a decision:

No time to buy him a new pair of shoes, especially without trying them on him.

You see Zaphron has a doctor's appointment for his ear in an hour (most probably, to some extent stemming from his blowing air into it over Christmas break last year, with his new bicycle air pump).

I go home with Sasha and the bag of soaked clothes and shoes.

Once there, I decide to try calming my nerves yet again by finishing off my Coke on the, well, melted rocks as they seem to be at this point. (Damn that it's too early to pour some vodka into it.... It is only 8:30 in the morning.)

No, the rest of the day did not go much smoother. The doctor found absolutely nothing wrong with Zaphron's ear, and suggested using a spray decongestant for three days to see if there was any change in his hearing. Aside from a tad of earwax, his ears seemed just fine. 70 dollars for him to tell me so.

Yes I did get some shoes to Arri by noon, just in time for lunch and recess and the end of the first week of school festivities. Zaphron, thankfully, found his old pair of hiking shoes and two mismatched socks which all fit Arri like a glove, however tattered of a glove it might be.

But, alas and alack, later in the day, Zaphron also found a small sore spot of a bump just under his right nipple. He now believes he is somehow or other growing a breast due to being around too much lavender oil (which yes, will produce mammalian protuberances on boys, though this is certainly not the case and no, he is not growing boobies).

I will let you all know if I indeed need to buy a training bra and what size. (I'm joking of course.)

I do hope you all had a day more like I initially intended mine to be, relaxing and filled with pleasures. If not, I'm assuming that after reading this, you're feeling much better about how things turned out for you.
Glad I could help.
Much love,

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Books, What if each of us were a page?

A fellow writer responded to my latest poem on HubPages, "never deny me honesty". I'd not run across him before and so decided to click on his profile pic to see what types of things he wrote (his comment was right on the mark, which captured my interest right away).

Much to my surprise, or perhaps not so much, the first article I clicked into was a poem. The premise? What if each of us were a page in a book. The alliteration was so fantastic and I was so struck by the thought of his words, that I had to share.

So if you get a chance, do go read this wonderful poem and come back and let me know what you think of the idea. His hub is called Let Us Be a Book.

Monday, August 10, 2009


Breathing. A necesity. An art.

I'm thinking today of all the kinds of breathing, the sounds, the emotions, the temperatures, that come from breathing.

There's calm breathing. Breathing in the ocean wind. Breathing in the big Montana air. Heated breathing. Breathing to cool yourself. Breathing to calm yourself. Breathing after a moment of passion.

Here are some videos I came across. perhaps one will catch YOUR breath.

Got any breathe videos to share? Share them in the comments. We'd love to hear what you come up with.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Washing Machine Issues

Once upon a time I bought a brand new washing machine. Just like the one my friend had at her house. No more Laundromats for me!

She had let me use it and, well, it was love at first sight. It was super-sized (perfect for large quilts and comforters, no stuffing involved), white, and adorned with the perfect settings and blue and grey embellishments.

And, it was clean.

The salesman at Sears tried to sell me something else, anything else, "This one has these talents. This one is younger..." but I refused. I stayed loyal and true; I got a replica, one just like my friend's, with matching dryer. They were on sale to boot, so you can image my pleasure when the adoption came through and I got to bring them home.

I knew I'd made the right choice. Never a problem. In fact, when the time came for a checkup, the maintenance man was shocked at how healthy my Washer and Dryer were. Dryer was in especially good shape. It was noticeable that I am one of those people who scrub the dryer filter clean after each load. There would be no fires started in my baby. No sir.

Now you would think, reading this, that there are no issues to be had with such perfect appliances and such a perfect caretaker. But, I'm sorry...


Please tell me you have issues, that I'm not the only one with a dirty washing machine.

This, my friends, is my washing machine issue. I cringe at the thought that I actually have to clean it, but I do. There is a tub of Lysol wipes on the folding table beside Washer. And every fifth load is a bleach load to keep her extra clean and smelling fresh.

I suppose it just goes to show, even the most seemingly perfect have their messy side.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


No, this is not me, nor is this the exaxt lottery I won. But since my photo with my check from the Reverend and Mary hasn't been taken yet, I thought this would do nicely.

I hope this works, it's the first time I'm using my link to this option.

Okay, so , you may or may not remember my issue with the Prince of Nigeria. And Mr. Ban Ki-moon's apologies. FRIEDA BABBLEY: Mr. Ban Ki-moon sends his apologies and a nice compensation package.

Well, in the comments section of Mr. Ban Ki-moon, Jama Genie shares that she's previously won a British lottery. I reply that I have not been so lucky as to have won that lottery at all (let alone any lottery).

But what should I find in my mailbox recently?
Check it out:

DEAR WINNER: Congratulation!!!! your email contact has
won the sum of 5 million pounds in the UK NATIONAL LOTTERY online
promotion award, please contact for claims with the details




Now if this isn't just the bees knees, I don't know what is.

To find out about the lottery winner featured in the photo of this post, go to :


On one of my hubs on hubpages, I noticed that some of the traffic came from Hootsuite. Curious, I cliked in to check it out.

It's a twitter suite and it is awesome!

I use tweet deck. I've found it limited, but at least I culd retweet, something I really like to do as I follow some wonderful people who find or make the coolest articles, photos, and info. But I like categories! I love categories! It's one of the reasons why I love computers so much.

HootSuite lets you categorize. Boy does it let you categorize. Groups. Keywords. Etc. It also lets you check stats for your tweets, retweets; either individually or as a whole, or by groups.

Have a blog or blogs? It'll tweet for you.

Have multiple accts? View them all at once if you like. Tweet from more than one at a time if you like.

Want or need multiple editors? This is possible too.

Anyway, I thought I'd let you guys check out the video they provide. I'll include a link to HootSuite at the end.

Now I haven't tried it myself yet, I thought I'd post this blog post first, but I'm on my way to do so now!

Link to HootSuite now by clicking here:

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