Food for Thought:
What happened to one on one communication? Letter writing, Personal email interaction between individuals, a simple phone call to say "hello, I was thinking about you".....
Social networking has killed it. Text messaging, Instant Messaging, Status updates, Twitter etc.
I feel as if I've lost the ability to connect on a human level. This is bad. I used to enjoy writing letters.
I miss the days of true old skool conversation. I think I'll go back to doing that.
~Aye
Monday, February 8, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Entry - I'll Cry Later ~ A poem I wrote long ago
My sista is leaving me today. This morning to be exact
she's leaving
she's moving far away from me
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because she's happy, she's in love
My sista is leaving me today. This morning to be exact
she's leaving
going an airfare away, not too far
but far enough
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because he loves her too, he needs her now
My sista is leaving me today, this morning to be exact
she's leaving today - he's coming to take her away
going far away
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because I can't send her on her way with sadness
with tears, with sorrow.
She'll miss me, I know she will
but not today, not tomorrow
she needs her smiles today, for him
He thrives on her beautiful smiles
She'll miss me, I know she will
My sista is leaving me today, this morning to be exact
she's leaving
she's moving far away from me
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because she's getting a love that a sister cannot give
She's getting a lifetime of happiness
A lifetime of support - A lifetime of love, affection, trust & respect.....
The way God intended it to be
My sista is leaving me today, going far away
not too far - only an airfare away
She's leaving, he's taking her today
I won't cry
Why?
because he loves her so, with all his heart and soul
She doesn't need me anymore
She's in good hands, well cared for and loved
My sista is leaving me today
he took my sista away from me
But I rejoice in my new-found Brother
whom I love and Deeply Respect
He came today and took her away
....and I'm happy.
God bless them, keep them safe
Multiply their love and keep them close to you - Amen
My sista left me today.
I'll cry later.
Today I will smile for her.
6/25/04tb
she's leaving
she's moving far away from me
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because she's happy, she's in love
My sista is leaving me today. This morning to be exact
she's leaving
going an airfare away, not too far
but far enough
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because he loves her too, he needs her now
My sista is leaving me today, this morning to be exact
she's leaving today - he's coming to take her away
going far away
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because I can't send her on her way with sadness
with tears, with sorrow.
She'll miss me, I know she will
but not today, not tomorrow
she needs her smiles today, for him
He thrives on her beautiful smiles
She'll miss me, I know she will
My sista is leaving me today, this morning to be exact
she's leaving
she's moving far away from me
It hurts but I can't say so
Why?
because she's getting a love that a sister cannot give
She's getting a lifetime of happiness
A lifetime of support - A lifetime of love, affection, trust & respect.....
The way God intended it to be
My sista is leaving me today, going far away
not too far - only an airfare away
She's leaving, he's taking her today
I won't cry
Why?
because he loves her so, with all his heart and soul
She doesn't need me anymore
She's in good hands, well cared for and loved
My sista is leaving me today
he took my sista away from me
But I rejoice in my new-found Brother
whom I love and Deeply Respect
He came today and took her away
....and I'm happy.
God bless them, keep them safe
Multiply their love and keep them close to you - Amen
My sista left me today.
I'll cry later.
Today I will smile for her.
6/25/04tb
Monday, February 1, 2010
Entry - Feb 1 aka the first day of the rest of my life....
Today has been busy with homework. Mine, Ashley's, Nicole's and Brianna's all of us are Phoenix's *hehe* we're a family of college students, how 'bout them apples 
Right now I'd love to sit here and blog the thoughts rumbling around in my head.... however...I'm still editing corrections on this weeks' homework. *uuugh*
{be back later}
~Aye
Right now I'd love to sit here and blog the thoughts rumbling around in my head.... however...I'm still editing corrections on this weeks' homework. *uuugh*
{be back later}
~Aye
Monday, January 18, 2010
Journal Entry
Today will begin my Journal/Diary. I know that using a blog as a diary can be risky and perhaps I am a little crazy but this is Me and this is how I roll - get over it.
I woke up at 5:10 am. I hate when that happens. Lately it's been happening damn near every morning... somewhere between 4:15am and 5:45am - My mind turns on and thoughts flood my consciousness and I can't go back to sleep again. Today I fought it for an hour and finally said "fukk it Tina, just get up." It seems that every morning lately, something disturbs my sleep and I suddenly wake up...usually in the middle of an interesting dream. This mornings episode included Shia LeBouf and a make out session on a very comfy sofa. Hey, hey don't laugh, he hit on me first *grin*
I'm pissed now though, my shoulder has been aching since late yesterday, I have homework to finish, I'm broke, and in general just not in the best of spirits. I feel stressed - just don't know why....I need someone to care enough to make me smile for a change (note to self: Don't hold your breath on that one tho, you already know the drill) but....
Keep hoping...
I'm tired
and lonely..
~Aye, out
I woke up at 5:10 am. I hate when that happens. Lately it's been happening damn near every morning... somewhere between 4:15am and 5:45am - My mind turns on and thoughts flood my consciousness and I can't go back to sleep again. Today I fought it for an hour and finally said "fukk it Tina, just get up." It seems that every morning lately, something disturbs my sleep and I suddenly wake up...usually in the middle of an interesting dream. This mornings episode included Shia LeBouf and a make out session on a very comfy sofa. Hey, hey don't laugh, he hit on me first *grin*
I'm pissed now though, my shoulder has been aching since late yesterday, I have homework to finish, I'm broke, and in general just not in the best of spirits. I feel stressed - just don't know why....I need someone to care enough to make me smile for a change (note to self: Don't hold your breath on that one tho, you already know the drill) but....
Keep hoping...
I'm tired
and lonely..
~Aye, out
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
One Careless Moment, Pain Follows Soon after....
Pain - lots & lots of it
It took me nearly 2 days to be able to type this entry, so aside from the pain, I feel stoopid now too...
A nearly dislocated pinky toe and a damaged shoulder, both injured in the same incident (in my own bedroom at that) just seems to be the ultimate in carelessness ~ now I feel like a complete doooofus as well....jeez ....
o'k lemme 'splain THIS one....
Ever since I was a child of 3 I always had this fear of banging my foot on something, falling and rolling around on the floor, clutching my foot & howling in pain.
Y'see, my mom liked to sew, and in our house she used the den to do her favorite household chores in: ironing the mountains of clothes we wore, sewing, knitting, painting, needle point etc....anything creative she did in the den. I hated that room. Why? Not really the room itself but what I hated most was the fact that I could always be counted on to find any and every straight pin that had hidden itself in the carpet - thus the well-earned nickname blessed upon me by my beloved brother of "Tina the Pin-Cushion" .... it was a name well earned because I, on a daily basis would step on at least 3 pins each time I walked my little self in Mama's sewing room. I learned better than to fall and cradle my foot and commence with the howling while the pins were pulled out, simply because the first time I did that, my ass found the other 2 pins hiding in the carpet. So I learned long ago that whatever you do, if you wanna spare your ass more pain, don't fall down on it - just do your best to keep standing & deal with the pain.
I was so happy to finally be allowed at 5 to go to kindergarten because they didn't have carpet or stick pins hiding in it to step on. It also didn't have a mom who insisted that you stay in the den with her while she worked so she could keep an eye on you and you wouldn't get hurt. I liked being at school. No pins on the floor there.
In retrospect, I think falling down has become a phobia for me since then because if I catch my foot on something, lose my balance or simply trip on something - I will do anything to keep from hitting the ground.
Thus, the aforementioned pinky toe & shoulder injury.
(fast forward Wednesday, dead of night, approx 2:45am)
You see, what had happened was.......
(Now why I was still awake at nearly 3 am is still a mystery to me....but no matter, the fact is, I was)
I'd been chilling with my night owl daughters (the twins) one of which works nights but was off that particular night and had come over with DVD's from Hollywood video to watch with me, we'd just finished Marie Antoinette, they asked me if I wanted to now watch The L Word, season 1 to which I replied "no, it's late enough already and I need to get myself to sleep, but enjoy yourselves, goodnight" - and proceeded to carry myself to my room popped myself on my bed, snuggled under the covers ( yes, I'm a snuggle bunny) .....only then did I realize that I'd not switched off the lamp. dangit.. Tossing back the covers I proceed to sit up and as usual, step off the bed to go turn off the lamp.....I swung my right leg off the bed expecting my foot to touch carpet, but alas what I felt was my toes connecting forcefully with the beautifully polished but very hard cherry wood rail that runs from headboard to footboard of my sleigh bed. Simultaneously, I hear a sickening 'crunch', a gasp of surprise followed by a stifled scream, the rush of the chest of drawers zooming toward my face and the stretch of tendons in my shoulder as I tumble off the bed, reaching out trying vainly to break my fall against the furniture.
!!!!!!....oh God, God, God,........... DAMN it HURTS.....!!!
All I can feel is PAIN, in my shoulder AND in my foot.
I thought "oh jeez, if I look down now, my toes will be gone, I swear they're gone I just know it". It sure felt like I'd ripped them clean off. Y'see, what happened was when my foot hit the side rail my toes hit first and the rail went between the pinky toe and the next. I just KNEW my toes were broken cause now I couldn't feel a thing - I had to look just o be sure because my foot had gone numb. Now begins the screaming. Still standing (on one foot) injured right arm supporting me against the chest of drawers , the screaming begins in earnest.....tears of pain streaming down my face..."NICOLE, oh God, N-I-C-O-L-E!!!!!c'mere...............hurryyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
NOW it's safe to fall down (on the bed) cradle my injured foot in my hands and wail like a banshee...... and I did, not loud enough to wake the dead, but surely enough to wake the neighbors, that's for sure. Nicole takes one look at the situation and the first thing she says is " ..no DIVA shoes for you for a while *hehehe*..Ashley, check her foot make sure it's not broken, i'll go get the ice... "
Thank God for grownup children, they can nurse you or drive ya silly butt to the hospital at 3am if necessary a make jokes the entire time.. Yeah, they had jokes.
The foot is better, no broken bones or even dislocated toes to report - just bruised and painful. The shoulder, well that's not so easy - I ripped it pretty badly this time. Can't cast it up just ace bandages, lots of pain meds and rest it.
I guess childhood fears stay with you forever. I never liked beds with rails - must've banged my foot on one once long ago. Next time, just fall damnit, there aren't any pins on the floor ...........and from now on, get someone else to turn off the darned lights.
~Aye, out
It took me nearly 2 days to be able to type this entry, so aside from the pain, I feel stoopid now too...
A nearly dislocated pinky toe and a damaged shoulder, both injured in the same incident (in my own bedroom at that) just seems to be the ultimate in carelessness ~ now I feel like a complete doooofus as well....jeez ....
o'k lemme 'splain THIS one....
Ever since I was a child of 3 I always had this fear of banging my foot on something, falling and rolling around on the floor, clutching my foot & howling in pain.
Y'see, my mom liked to sew, and in our house she used the den to do her favorite household chores in: ironing the mountains of clothes we wore, sewing, knitting, painting, needle point etc....anything creative she did in the den. I hated that room. Why? Not really the room itself but what I hated most was the fact that I could always be counted on to find any and every straight pin that had hidden itself in the carpet - thus the well-earned nickname blessed upon me by my beloved brother of "Tina the Pin-Cushion" .... it was a name well earned because I, on a daily basis would step on at least 3 pins each time I walked my little self in Mama's sewing room. I learned better than to fall and cradle my foot and commence with the howling while the pins were pulled out, simply because the first time I did that, my ass found the other 2 pins hiding in the carpet. So I learned long ago that whatever you do, if you wanna spare your ass more pain, don't fall down on it - just do your best to keep standing & deal with the pain.
I was so happy to finally be allowed at 5 to go to kindergarten because they didn't have carpet or stick pins hiding in it to step on. It also didn't have a mom who insisted that you stay in the den with her while she worked so she could keep an eye on you and you wouldn't get hurt. I liked being at school. No pins on the floor there.
In retrospect, I think falling down has become a phobia for me since then because if I catch my foot on something, lose my balance or simply trip on something - I will do anything to keep from hitting the ground.
Thus, the aforementioned pinky toe & shoulder injury.
(fast forward Wednesday, dead of night, approx 2:45am)
You see, what had happened was.......
(Now why I was still awake at nearly 3 am is still a mystery to me....but no matter, the fact is, I was)
I'd been chilling with my night owl daughters (the twins) one of which works nights but was off that particular night and had come over with DVD's from Hollywood video to watch with me, we'd just finished Marie Antoinette, they asked me if I wanted to now watch The L Word, season 1 to which I replied "no, it's late enough already and I need to get myself to sleep, but enjoy yourselves, goodnight" - and proceeded to carry myself to my room popped myself on my bed, snuggled under the covers ( yes, I'm a snuggle bunny) .....only then did I realize that I'd not switched off the lamp. dangit.. Tossing back the covers I proceed to sit up and as usual, step off the bed to go turn off the lamp.....I swung my right leg off the bed expecting my foot to touch carpet, but alas what I felt was my toes connecting forcefully with the beautifully polished but very hard cherry wood rail that runs from headboard to footboard of my sleigh bed. Simultaneously, I hear a sickening 'crunch', a gasp of surprise followed by a stifled scream, the rush of the chest of drawers zooming toward my face and the stretch of tendons in my shoulder as I tumble off the bed, reaching out trying vainly to break my fall against the furniture.
!!!!!!....oh God, God, God,........... DAMN it HURTS.....!!!
All I can feel is PAIN, in my shoulder AND in my foot.
I thought "oh jeez, if I look down now, my toes will be gone, I swear they're gone I just know it". It sure felt like I'd ripped them clean off. Y'see, what happened was when my foot hit the side rail my toes hit first and the rail went between the pinky toe and the next. I just KNEW my toes were broken cause now I couldn't feel a thing - I had to look just o be sure because my foot had gone numb. Now begins the screaming. Still standing (on one foot) injured right arm supporting me against the chest of drawers , the screaming begins in earnest.....tears of pain streaming down my face..."NICOLE, oh God, N-I-C-O-L-E!!!!!c'mere...............hurryyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
NOW it's safe to fall down (on the bed) cradle my injured foot in my hands and wail like a banshee...... and I did, not loud enough to wake the dead, but surely enough to wake the neighbors, that's for sure. Nicole takes one look at the situation and the first thing she says is " ..no DIVA shoes for you for a while *hehehe*..Ashley, check her foot make sure it's not broken, i'll go get the ice... "
Thank God for grownup children, they can nurse you or drive ya silly butt to the hospital at 3am if necessary a make jokes the entire time.. Yeah, they had jokes.
The foot is better, no broken bones or even dislocated toes to report - just bruised and painful. The shoulder, well that's not so easy - I ripped it pretty badly this time. Can't cast it up just ace bandages, lots of pain meds and rest it.
I guess childhood fears stay with you forever. I never liked beds with rails - must've banged my foot on one once long ago. Next time, just fall damnit, there aren't any pins on the floor ...........and from now on, get someone else to turn off the darned lights.
~Aye, out
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
One of my favorite movies - PAPER MOON (1973)
This turned a boring friday night into great fun :)
"Charming Depression-era road movie comedy."
One of my all time favorite movies is a classic by the name of Paper Moon—starring Ryan O’Neal & his then 10 yr old daughter Tatum. I recently picked this one up on an incredibly boring Friday night at the video store. Proceeding to the store with my 3 perplexed daughters, seeking a cartload of junk food and movie night munchies….we headed back home to watch this cute little classic. After 20 minutes into this film, my 16 yr old was deeply immersed in the movie enjoying the sight of 10 yr old Tatum effectively stealing every scene that she is in - and ringing gales of laughter out of my own teenage daughter. We had a fabulous night :)
"Charming Depression-era road movie comedy."
Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz
Peter Bogdanovich ("Targets"/"The Last Picture Show ") directs this charming Depression-era road movie comedy. It's adapted from the novel "Addie Pray" (1971) by Joe David Brown and written by Alvin Sargent. Tatum O'Neal became the youngest ever Oscar winner for her Supporting Actress performance. It's one of the three best films Bogdanovich directed before his rapid decline, where he became box office poison.
In 1936, the nine-year-old Addie Loggins (Tatum O'Neal, in her film debut) is left an orphan in rural Kansas and her neighbors suggest that the likable but unethical Bible traveling salesman Moses Pray (Ryan O'Neal, Tatum's dad), her mom's ex-boyfriend, who was the only stranger attending the funeral and may or may not be her father, take her to St. Joseph, Missouri, to stay with her aunt. Moses soon finds he can't get rid of her and that she's no angel, in fact she's a brat who smokes, cusses, and is a kindred spirit when it comes to flimflam. They team up as con artists who prey on the gullible. Madeline Kahn sparkles in a supporting role as Trixie Delight, a sad-eyed carnival stripper who becomes Moses' romantic interest.
The black-and-white film (shot on location in Kansas and Missouri) is superbly shot by Laszlo Kovacs, giving it that needed midwest dustbowl look. It has Ford's lyrical mannerisms (even shows a shot from his Steamboat 'Round the Bend) and Hawks' ear for comedy, two of the directors the former film critic Bogdanovich said he most admired. To its credit, it avoids mush and sentimentality by being so cynical. It also includes music performed by Ozzie Nelson, Hoagy Carmichael, and Paul Whiteman and His Orchestra, and snippets from the radio shows of Jack Benny and Fibber McGee and Molly.
REVIEWED ON 10/19/2006 GRADE: B+
Dennis Schwartz: "Ozus' World Movie Reviews"
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