May 31, 2009

A passgage from an old favorite book

Mortal Lessons
Notes on the Art of Surgery
by Richard Selzer

"I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face postoperative, her mouth twisted in palsy, clownish. A tiny twig of the facial nerve, the one to the muscles of her mouth, has been severed. She will be thus from now on. The surgeon had followed with religious fervor the curve of her flesh; I promise you that. Nevertheless, to remove the tumor in her cheek, I had to cut the little nerve.

Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. Who are they, I ask myself, he and this wry-mouth I have made, who gaze at and touch each other so generously, greedily? The young woman speaks.

"Will my mouth always be like this?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, "it will. It is because the nerve was cut."

She nods, and is silent. But the young man smiles.

"I like it," he says. "It is kind of cute."

All at once I know who he is. I understand, and I lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with a god. Unmindful, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth, and I so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate to hers, to show her that their kiss still works. I remember that the gods appeared in ancient Greece as mortals, and I hold my breath and let the wonder in."

May 29, 2009

A new remake of a great oldie

I like to hear a song remade. It's the same words and melodies with a little spice. I found a whole album of Fleetwood Mac done by new artists that I love. I also love the album talked about in the movie Juno called "If I Were A Carpenter"; new versions of old Carpenter songs. It's great!

I've subscribed to a few free podcasts on iTunes and that gives me a whole new peek to some new music. In one of those I heard this song that I knew I had to have in my library. The artist is Colette, it's an old Robert Palmer song.

I like how someone made it look like a love scene between Wolverine and Batman! That is HOT!!

Happy weekend eveyone!

The Truth

A friend sent me this photo from last weekend.
The secret is revealed of what this Scotsman wore under his kilt

I told you I was "tipsy" by noon.
I pulled it up too high and revealed too much.

Sorry to disappoint some of you, but I'm shy!
heehee

Moving on.
I was thinking that now that the renaissance festival season is over and test completed (well the big exam anyway, the smaller one is scheduled for June 5th) I was wanting to get out into the wilderness and go camping. However, the temps here in Dallas this weekend will be in the 90's! That's kind of warm. I don't mind it much in the day, except for the putting up the tent and having the sweat pour off me, but the nights would be way to hot to get any descent sleep. I think this weekend I'll go see some movies I want to see and then just relax!

Have a great Friday everyone!

May 28, 2009

Miffed

I'm usually not offended by anything and rarely get mad. But something kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Should I let this bother me?

A friend had a birthday earlier in the month. There's some weird history between us but I thought we had worked through that and become good friends (that is another story for a blog-post some other time).

Anyway... I got a gift for him but haven't been able to drop it off yet, his birthday was the week before my big exam and I was too focused on studying. He also hasn't wanted to get together since then, just a lot going on. Last night I asked if he and the hubby would be home in the evening so I could drop of his gift. I was basically told not to bother, I don't give real gifts anyway! Yes, granted I do give something small and funny along with something fitting the person. But my first thought to that was WTF? I was a little miffed.

What do y'all think? Let it go or let him know that it bothered me?

May 27, 2009

Random Question Wednesday

Do you prefer being a leader or a follower? Explain.

I am a follower! Probably because I am the 4th child, I was always following and tagging along. Plus I am very easy going and don't have a set agenda. I really don't have to do anything.

I have owned my own business and was fine with making all my own decisions but it wasn't a power trip for me or anything, just something that had to be done... and I did it!

Since then I have worked in "Corporate America" with all the variations of 'The Boss'. I take direction well; I work and play well with others. (Kind of sounds like my report card comments from grade school) :-)

Except when there is indecision. The only time I am ever a leader is when there is no clear leadership; as in a group of friends trying to decide where to go to lunch or dinner. I would rather make a decision, do it and live with the consequences, rather than just waiting for someone to make a move.

Now on to dancing, I'm bi-directional. I can lead or follow.

I took ballroom dancing when I was at BYU. I had never had any classes just the basics I learned from mom. I got on the performing team and then took several classes.

When I moved to Oklahomo City after I came out I went to the country bar. I realized the two-step in just a slight variation of the Foxtrot. But, I wanted to learn to follow. It was difficult to give up some of the power of leading and being in control, but I had some good men who were a strong lead and I was soon being twirled around the dance floor. It's was nice to let go and be led, the thing people forget about doing any dance; the important thing is the rhythm not the steps.

I like to lead while dancing only because most guys aren't a strong lead. I am a strong lead and really enjoy it when someone knows how to follow.

How about that for contradictions?

May 26, 2009

A memorial weekend!

Alas, closing weekend at the faire.

I gave a special present to my favorite act, Iris and Rose.

Embiggen the picture to see what it was! lol

Those kiltiquette rules went out the window when I was already a wee bit tipsy by noon!

I'm waiting for photo's that will be coming from friends, OMG I know some of them will be crazy. lol. I hung out with me favorite pirate crew again and were loud and boisterous, again! And it rained.

After the faire I drove down to Waco for Troy's birthday!


And I got to meet the llamas, Francisco (the little one) and Alfredo (the bigger one). They are SSOOO cute!


Saturday it rained, again! We splashed around in the mud and still had fun. The sun did come out for a while and it got hot and muggy.






These guys were in rennie drag! lol
And we are never camera shy!


It rained again but we still splashed around in the mud.

Monday was a quieter day. NO rain!! But it was hot and humid!

I joined the court dancing and then said good bye to some old and some new friends.


I'm tired!

May 25, 2009

30 Years ago today...

Friday, May 25, 1979
East Carbon High School

This is my Senior portrait


At home before going to the school for the last time as a student


The processional - Joanie and me


This is our whole class! All 30 of us.


Giving the Valedictorian address.
(I remember seeing mom get up and walk up near the front to get this picture)


We've gotten the diploma and are ready to walk out.


Dad and me.


My friends; Missy, Julie, me, Gina, Ricky and Detra


Brother #2, Corey, me and Jay

May 24, 2009

Good for Marie

I have a new found respect for Marie Osmond.
Watch this:

and then the second one too:

May 23, 2009

Life in the 16th Century

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about life in the 1500's:

These are interesting...

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a "thresh hold."

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status.. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

And that's the truth... Now, whoever said that History was boring !

May 22, 2009

Kiltiquette

Since it's supposed to be hot and humid on Saturday I may wear a kilt to the faire, so I thought I'd post this message about "Kilt Etiquette"

Those who wear a kilt should recognize that a kilted man inevitably attracts admiring spectators drawn like moths to the flame, or termites to a caber. These Admirers, who are often given to calling out such endearments as "Kiltie, Kiltie, cauld bum, cannae keep a warm one!" or "Donald! Wheres your troosers?"

See a kilted Scot as an adventurer who walks the thin line between Presbyterian and prurient, between bard and barbarian, between tradition and tramp. However, to avoid inadvertently offending the delicate sensibilities of spectators, men should observe the following rules of kilt etiquette:

1. Walk, do not run. If you must walk quickly, keep both hands on your sporran. If your sporran is up around your neck, you're walking much too fast.

2. Do not walk up the globe stairs for an autographed CD signed by the lovely Miranda, fiddler to the Glengarry Boys.

3. Do not stoop, crouch or squat to pick up anything from the floor. Have a friend pick up the object for you. If your friend will not oblige, kick the object to a secluded place before you retrieve it.

4. Do not wear shiny new shoes. Dull them a little (perhaps with mud or mince) or wear spats and establish your credentials as the fashion trend setter that you are.

5. Do not stand at the edge of reflective fountains or any mirror-like puddles. On those formal events where you must wear silver buckles on your shoes, do not stand still for longer then five seconds at a time. Dance instead.

6. However, dance nothing more boisterous then a slow waltz. Reserve wild reels, jigs and flings for family gatherings where your identity requires no further elaboration, or for those occasions when your anonymity is assured. Limbo dancing in a kilt at any time definitely breaches kilt etiquette.

7. Respond only with an enigmatic smile to any questions about what is worn under your kilt. Avoid responding with the tired cliche; "Nothing is worn under my kilt; everything is in fine working order". Similarly, do not offer any demonstrations of what is worn under your kilt. An offer such as "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" can be misconstrued as the opening salvo in an ever escalating series of challenges and exhibitions which might be illegal in public places, even between consenting adults.

8. Shaving of ones legs is unnecessary. However, hirsute highlanders who elect to wax the hair from their legs should wax the whole leg and not just the knee area displayed between kilt and hose. Such false economies only contribute to the myth of the cheap Scot. Also, it is considered in poor taste to suggest private viewings of your kilt-line.

9. Do not sit with one leg crossed over the other. This position requires you to un-cross your legs later, a tricky maneuver mastered by only a select few after years of training. Always sit with your knees no more than six inches apart, thus creating enough shadow for mystery and discretion. Avoid soft recliners, swings or rocking chairs where the sitters knees may move above shoulder level. Observance of these simple guidelines allows one to wear the kilt with honor and ensures your own confident decorum, all while providing your adoring audience with a stirring but not unsettling spectacle.

May 21, 2009

Latest meme

1. What is your current obsession? Besides the hottie at the gym, new "garb" for renaissance festivals.

2. What do you see outside your window? The Cathedral of Guadalupe in downtown Dallas.

3. If you could have any super power what would it be? To become invisible at will.

4. What is your favorite color? Forest green.

5. Who was the last person you hugged? Troy and Sunshyne. I was congratulating them. Troy had just gotten on his knee to give Sunshyne her engagement ring.

6. Which animal would you be? A monkey. They seem to always be having fun.

7. What’s for dinner? A grilled chicken boob and a vege of some sort.

8. What’s the last thing you bought? Wine and cheese for the Jazz Under The Stars concert tonight.

9. What are you listening to right now? Co-workers gossiping. They think they're speaking quietly enough. NOT!

10. What are your current favorite films? Sordid Lives and ShortBus.

11. What’s on your beside table? TV remote, candle and a sleep mask.

12. If you could have a house totally paid for, and fully furnished, anywhere in the world, where would it be? A villa in Tuscany.

13. What would you like to have in your hands right now? A Bud-Lite Lime.

14. What is your favorite children's book? Where The Red Fern Grows. It was a favorite of mine that I read over and over.

15. What is your favorite tea flavor? Peppermint.

16. What is your favorite article of clothing? This new tank top I got.

17. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? The giant redwoods in Northern California.

18. What did you want to become as a child? I wanted to be an elementary school principal.

19. What posters/pictures do you have on your bedroom wall? Photographs I have taken of sunsets and an oil painting by my father of Yellowstone Falls and an oil painting of some flowers by my grandfather.

20. What is your plan for tomorrow? Study. Work, hopefully get off work a little early. Get my placed cleaned up a little for friends that will be staying with me. Then off to ArtFest.

21. What was your first job? A paper route as a kid. In college I worked as a custodian.

22.Post a favorite childhood photograph of yourself:

May 20, 2009

Random Question Wednesday

If you had a pet when you were a child, tell about it.

We had a lot of pets when I was growing up. It seemed we always had a dog and a couple cats. We also raised rabbits and ducks, many of them from babies. And I had gerbils.

I'll only mention a few of the pets as well as post some pictures. It was fun to look at old pictures and remember the fun I had growing up.

The dog I remember most was Rusty. He had the body and hair of a Golden Retreiver and the legs of a Bassett Hound, at least that's what we figured.

He was a great dog! He would find a baby rabbit that dropped out of the cages in the backyard and gently carry it to the house in his mouth, to drop at your feet.

This is me, my sisters and Rusty out in the back by the rabbit cages.

He would also accompany me on my paper route and on one such trip he was hit by a car and I had to carry him home, I was crying like a baby. I think my siblings blamed me for him dying.

Our cat I remember most was a Siamese we named Sam-I-Am. He was my youngest sister's favorite, she would dress him in doll clothes and be holding him constantly.


I got some gerbils that I named Madame Chewy and Sir Nibbles (LOL). I was holding Madame Chewy one day and I said; "I think she's pregnant, look how fat she is!" The next day we checked their cage and counted 12 babies! When they finally got some hair and opened their eyes they were the cutest things and so much fun! We gave them away to family and friends.


I realized I was allergic to animals as a teenager. I don't have any pets now but wish I could. And no, I will not consider a hairless cat. They look freaky! lol

May 19, 2009

I loves me some Sordid Lives

I found this clip on youtube, gave me a good laugh!

Have a great week y'all!

May 18, 2009

Arrrgh! Pirate weekend at faire!

Saturday it rained.
A lot!
Made us feel like we were still on board a ship at sea, in a storm.
Thank God I had the cloak.

It also made it extremely muddy!

Sunday was a good day to be a pirate!

We were loud and boisterous, like good pirates should be.

Large amounts of rum were drunk!

A good time was had by all.

I order a pin, they made it overnight.
It's my pirate name from friends in Denver.

Honest Jim. The name has stuck.

May 17, 2009

A tragic life


I feel so much better about my life now!

May 16, 2009

Busy Birthday Day

Today is the birthday of Brother #2, Grandma Erickson and Grandpa Liddell. All born on the same day, just a few years apart.

Grandpa Liddell was actually a step-grandpa. He was born in about 1900 or so and was an old cowboy. He married my grandmother after my real grandfather passed away from Lou Gehrig's disease, leaving her to raise 7 children. We lived close to their farm and we would often spend a Saturday looking at his cows, riding his palomino horse named Blondie and playing with the barnyard cats. He passed away in the mid 1980's.

Grandma Erickson lived in Minnesota and was born about 1914 or so. We went to visit them every third summer. She loved to go to yard and garage sales. She always sent a box to us at Christmas, these were sometimes interesting gifts that we knew she found at a yard sale. She sent me one of my favorite stuffed animals, a little panda teddy-bear I named Jimmy Bear. I loved to go their home, it was so different. It was a little old house with narrow stairs leading up to the bedroom upstairs where we slept. Built without a bathroom, one was added to a closet I think. To get to the shower you would have to open a trap door to go into the almost dirt floor basement. She passed away in about 1997 or 98. I went up to Minnesota to help mom, dad and Uncle Dean clean out her house. 4 large dumpsters were used to haul away the stuff she bought at garage sales. This was one of our favorite pictures of grandma, mom always joked that she was smuggling grapefruits that day! (you see where I get my weird sense of humor)

Brother #2 is just a year and half older than me, so for three months he gets to be two years older than me. He was born in 1961 and was the typical "middle child" always wanting attention. Mom always said he didn't get to the baby long enough because he was always picking fights with me. I remember once he got mad at me for who knows what, he decided that he would get back at me by opening my drawer of clean clothes and he pee'd all over them. I didn't care, but mom sure did! He says he has memories of being spanked a lot by mom and dad, I told him; "Duh! Do you not remember what you used to do to me?" LOL. We had a lot of the same friends in high school, he sometimes didn't like that very much. He went on his mission to Taiwan and he still speaks and writes Chinese. He went back there to live and work for several years before he got married. He lives in Utah and has 4 kids. We get along very well now.

So Brother #2 and my grandpa & grandma... Happy Birthday!

May 15, 2009

WTF?

Did I not warn people that I have a very weird sense of humor? Maybe it's been a while and I need to post a warning again.

Yesterday's post and the video is a perfect example. I heard people talking about that video on the radio a couple of months ago and have had a good laugh at it since.

video

Some people just don't get my sense of humor, it is very strange and off-beat and a little on the dark side sometimes.

Hope everyone has a great Friday!

May 14, 2009

Camping

My friends went camping in North Carolina last week and they had some fun activities planned. They even had a reporter show up to video them.
Here's the video:

Dang it... I missed out!
I was wondering why they told me that if I came I was not to bring any firewood!!

LOL

May 13, 2009

Random Question Wednesday

How do you decide between "right" and "wrong"?

Before I answer this question I have a confession to make. When I started "Random Question Wednesday" I told myself to stick to the rules of the game (these questions are from a game called The Ungame). The rule is that you have to talk about what is on the card, no matter what, no draw agains or do overs. I drew this card a couple of weeks ago but didn't have time in my study schedule to fully address how I felt. This has been on my mind a lot lately, I put off posting this question for a couple of weeks so I could properly give it some time and attention.

I talk to a dear friend and coworker about all the questions I write about and her response to this one was; "What would Jesus do?" She knows me, we've had many discussions about religion, my 'lifestyle choice' and my having grown up Mormon. I told her that all Mormon children have a "CTR" ring to help them remember to always "Choose The Right". There is even an old hymn we sang called Choose the Right.

But now that I look at religion in a new light this means something entirely different to me. I no longer make a choice based on what someone else tells me that I should do. Who defines what is right and wrong? Do I make all my choices on what will benefit only me or something more? Do I have a social responsibility to do something in a particular way?

Here is how I feel; I have to do what is right for me and that could be a different choice than it could be for someone else. I also think that we do have a social responsibility to act accordingly in certain times and certain ways. This was something I learned in a high school social sciences class, not at church. We all have free will, we all have rights to live as we want and to pursue happiness. But do we always get what we want? An example is this; even though I would love to, I really don't have the right to shoot all the bad drivers. LOL

For me, I have to live by some guidelines. I also realize that I have to live with the consequences of those choices. So, I try to remember these things when faced between choosing "right" and "wrong";
1. Will a choice benefit or harm me? Or others too?
2. Does a choice make sense?
3. Will I regret the choice years down the road?
4. If my choice does affect someone else, am I treating them the way I would like to be treated?

Oh trust me, I make a lot of wrong choices! But my intent is to always do my best. I think that is the key for me, to just do my best.

I am very interested in hearing what people think about this! Leave me a comment or let me know if you post this question and your thoughts on your blog.

May 12, 2009

My mind's a blank

Too much has been going on in my head lately; study, exams, blogs, emails, work.... Today after the exam its kind of nice to have not much going on up there.

I actually got to watch TV last night, something I haven't done in weeks! I will finally get to see who's left on American Idol tonight and see who gets kicked off Dancing With The Stars.

Such mindless things are kind of weird....

May 11, 2009

exam results....

I PASSED!! WOOHOO!
Fun Jim is back!

May 10, 2009

My flock

To try to relieve the stress of studying so much I started walking in the evenings, just short walks around the neighborhood. My neighbor David told me that the building behind our condos has recently been remodeled and updated and they have finished most of their landscaping. I walked up there the other night to see how things looked.

Beautiful! They've really done some nice improvements to a beautiful building. The residents on the top floors that face the northeast have fantastic views of the Dallas skyline. The pool area is beautiful and there is even a small pond.

A flock of geese have made this pond their home. These geese displayed typical geese-type behavior. They were defending their territory from the predator walking through "their" area! How dare I do such a thing?

They hissed and honked, puffed out their chests and flapped their wings a lot. But they did let me take their picture! Maybe there is hope that I can win them over somehow....

Last night I put some grain type snack crackers in a bag and went for another walk. I was met with the same honking and hissing as they rushed towards me again. Then they noticed I had something. I broke the trisketey thingies up and tossed them on the ground in front of them. What? No more honking and hissing? Well, the biggest one of them still did, after he came up and took some food out of my hand.

Yes, I think I can get them to like me. Maybe!

I took some pictures with my phone of the sunset.


Now... back to the books for Studious Jim. Fun Jim will be back on Monday afternoon. After the exam.