The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved

i like the script and enjoy their songwriting abilities...love this song and i don't think that feelings like these are exclusive to men....i can relate to this on so many levels

lyrics...

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving

Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved

[Chorus 2x]
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move

24 hours until vacation time!!

i am trying to tie all my loose ends together...i have washed all the dishes, put them all away, taken out all the trash, straightened the house, i have map quested my route, plugged all my addresses into my gps, have a list of a few things left to do...note to self, don't forget your phone charger [cause that would suck], about to go online and stop my mail, packed clothes, shoes, entertainment items, my daughter's list of stuff, snacks and drinks....i believe i am ready to vacate...i love vacations but i can't go on vacation and leave a messy house...because that just means that you have to come back and instead of chillaxing when you get home you have to unpack and clean...not for me....i have 3gb of memory left on my camera and i am ready to roll...this will be my first vacation with my parents since forever ago...i am not exactly sure how this is gonna go...i don't like sharing driving and being on schedules when i am supposed to be relaxing...i like being able to wander if i see something interesting...hopefully it will be a good time...i will be sending postcards along the way

new art pieces

this piece to the left is called "searching for the unconscious"


i enjoy mixed media and collage and i have been trying this new technique for getting materials for my pieces and i have been trying to utilize all the materials and make as many pieces as i can until i have used up all the materials and then start the process again for another series of pieces...so far i have gotten 3 pieces with materials to start a 4th but not finish it so i am working on my next batch of raw materials

now the second piece below is called "layers of meaning" and it too is collage using this batch of new materials

my third piece is more of a sculptural piece as it is meant to be displayed back lit and hanging off the wall it is entitled "saved for a reason" 

i like them all but, so far the consensus is that number 3 is the favorite...not sure why...maybe it is the colors or the obscurity of the imagery, i am not sure...please let me know which one you like the best...or if you hate me or think of a suggestion to push my work further tell me too

fathers

being that it is fathers day today i thought i would honor this day with thoughts of my father...being a daddy's girl and all...i tried to call him this morning but, he didn't answer which sometimes means he just didn't get to it fast enough or even hear it...i will try again later

i have the best dad in the world and i am sure there are people who would try to argue or would at least feel the same way about their dad and i say cheers to them...having a good dad is really important, for example kids without dad are...

• 4.6 times more likely to commit suicide.
• 6.6 times more likely to become teenage mothers.
• 24.3 times more likely to run away.
• 15.3 times more likely to have behavioral disorders.
• 6.3 times more likely to be in a state-operated institution.
• 10.8 times more likely to commit rape.
• 6.6 times more likely to drop out of school.
• 15.3 times more likely to end up in prison while a teenager.

and there are plenty more statistics where this comes from...i am not trying to say that same-sex households don't support and nurture their children or that everybody from a divorced or fatherless situation is doomed to be a statistic but, i do believe that having that stable force in your life is important and made the difference for me

my dad would work hard and still have time for us kids [there were four of us]...he would take vacations to places he thought we would like to go...he taught us sports and hunting and fishing and would actually just listen when you wanted to talk about anything without being too judgemental at the get-go...i remember telling him i was pregnant and he told me that my life was over and that anything i had ever wanted to do or be or any place i had ever wanted to go i might as well just chalk it up because it wasn't going to happen...at first i thought that sounded bitter and like i had stopped his life and even a bit crazy...but, he's is an all or nothing kind of guy and what he really meant was you have to put your kids and their needs and wants first before your own and yours usually get shoved to the side while you are tending to theirs...this is something my ex-husband has never been able to understand...his kids will never come first, he does...which leaves me sad that i was a bad picker and my daughter will never have the father i have...luckily i know some really strong, stand-up men who i feel can take that place for her along the way when she needs it...all you ever want from your dad is his time and his unconditional love...and i know that i have that 100%

so, here's to all the great dads i know...and there are quite a few...happy father's day

origin of "it's raining cats and dogs" and other facts

this is copied and borrowed from http://library.thinkquest.org ...this is not mine...i have only borrowed it to answer my own question posed in my last post...check out the site, it has a ton of interesting facts about history...i just love hisory
Subject: Fun with history

The next time you wash your hands and complain that the water temperature isn't just the way you like it, think about the way things used to be...real honest to goodness facts about the 1500s:

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.

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 supports underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. Which posed a real problem in the bedroom, where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with tall 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, like slate tiles that would get very slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping out. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway to catch the thresh -- hence, a "thresh hold."

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 the 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. This would make 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 a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes. So, for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Most people did not have pewter plates, but did have trenchers. They are a piece of wood, with the middle scooped out, to form a bowl. However, trenchers were often made from stale bread, which was so old and so hard, they could be used for quite some time. These trenchers were never washed and a lot of times worms and mold got into the wood and old bread. And after eating off these wormy, moldy, trenchers, people would get "trench mouth."

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

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them 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 thought 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. Then someone would sit in the graveyard, all night long (on the " graveyard shift") and listen for the bell. Thus, the expression, he or she was "saved by the bell" or considered a "dead ringer."

And...whoever said, "History was boring?!"

you know that says and catch phrases come from somewhere and now we know where a bunch of phrases come from...i love learning things and that was great fun for me

i am a maker

it was raining cats and dogs this morning [and by the way, why do people actually say that...note to self check the origin of this phrase]...any way...so i decided it was a good day to work on some art and chill until the afternoon...i got three pieces of art 100% finished and i am stoked about this...they turned out like they were supposed to which is not always the case when it comes to art....sometimes it is so much better in my head but, then again so many things are better in your head or how you remember them or how you imagine them to be...memory, imagination, and fantasy are powerful forces...i was finishing the dark is rising series of books the other day and "silver on the tree" was the last book in the sequence and i found this quote "...fear if having done the wrong thing - fear that having done this one great thing, he would never again be able to accomplish anything of great worth - fear of age, of insufficiency, of unmet promise.  all such endless fears, that are the doom of people given the gift of making, and lie always somewhere in their minds." i was floored because i never could put that into words and i am not sure if subconsciously that is what stops you from putting yourself or your art out their because you are so afraid to fail or not fulfill the potential that someone has told that you have...that you would rather not and live with the what could have been instead of seeing what might be...when i am done with these series of art pieces...fail or no fail i feel like i need to get them out and see what everyone else thinks...no fear

best friend issues

my best always told me she was a selfish person and i would just listen and tell her to shut up because usually she was not and when it came to me she was always kind and giving and there for me...hell we have be friends for the past 25 years...thick and thin and high school and college and late nights and phone calls and girlfriends and bad relationships and everything else in between...our first fight was after we had been friends for five years and i had gotten into my first serious relationship and forgot about the bros before hoes mantra and was blowing her off and ignoring her and it hurt her feelings and i was oblivious and i tried to make sure that over the next bunch of relationships i entered into i would always remember my best friend and make time for her and make sure that she never felt like that again...so i feel like i have made that conscience effort...no questions asked...i wasn't going to make her feel like that again - period. now fast forward to three years ago...i had this huge night...and i mean huge...i had my art exhibited in a national gallery...up on the second floor and on the bottom floor were pieces by duchamp, ernst, stella, brancusi, calder, man ray...artist from the armory show of the early 1900's that changed contemporary art...imagine me sharing a gallery with these gods of art...i was on cloud 99...i had invited all my friends, professors were there and i was escorted by the super sexy man of my dreams and we were just having a great time...we had imbibed a few cocktails, had some great conversation and both being lovers of art we went through the armory exhibit together looking at art we had read about in books all our lives...and then we were going upstairs to see my pieces...perfection, as far as i was concerned...throw in fight number two with my best friend [i wasnt being reverent enough...adult enough...i.e. i was paying attention to my guy and not her and relishing the whole experience and she became a douche and left...she did not come and see my exhibit with me, meet my other friends, or my sweetie or anything...wow, i was floored...it was my night and i was gonna do it the way i wanted to do it-plain and simple...it was about me, not her]...luckily i was too tipsy and on a "love high" that night to give a shit what her problem was because i would have been really pissed if it ruined my night...so, we hatched that one out at a later date and now its 2010 and she has been dating this new chic for six months and i can count on one hand the number of times i have seen or heard from her [without me calling first]...i have been going through a foreclosure on my house, moving into storage and into a tiny apartment, watching my friends fade and move, losing my sweetie, bankruptcy, signing and finalizing my divorce...and everybody has just bailed including my best friend...i vowed not to call her since the last time we hung out when i told her i was angry with her ignoring me and she took me out to dinner and i guess thought that would fix it...throw some money at the problem....and i haven't called, emailed or texted her...i haven't heard anything for a month...i hope this girl is worth fucking up a 25 year friendship

j.o.b. update

even though i would have been great at this job and i would have worked harder than anyone else they could have ever hired...they went with someone else on their short list....sad face

back to job hunting

a new spin on church

okay so, i haven't exactly been the best person about attending church on the regular...i have heard someone talk about chreasters...people that only attend church on christmas and easter...well i am a person who usually only attends if i am forced into a situation where everyone is going for example while spending a week at my parents house they are expecting me to go...any way, enough said...you get it- i don't really do church...my daughter attended vacation bible school this past week...i thought it would help her make friends and she would like it and she could be exposed to religion in a non-threatening, guilt-free way that she might dig and so she could learn about christianity on her own and allow her to make her own mind up about what and who she believes...shoving religion down any one's throat is not my bag and it makes me run so far the other way...so, she had a good week and made a few friends and decided to ask if i would take her to sunday school this week and would i mind going to church with her...truth be told, i didn't mind the sunday school thing but, i wasn't thrilled about the church thing...organized religion has always left me cold and with a bad taste in my mouth...but, i told her sure and on the last day of vbs i asked about sunday services...9 am was the traditional service, 10 am was sunday school and 1115 was a more contemporary service...okay so we decided on the 10 am sunday school for her and the 1115 contemporary service for us...i dropped her off this morning at 10 and went back home to get some more caffeine in and wait until 11 to meet her back at church...still was trying to think of a way out of this situation but, none presented themselves so, at 1115 we were in the pews and i was listening to singing...there was a guitar, a bass, drums, and some other percussion instruments...see, i was brought up reformed baptist and there was a piano and maybe an organ but, nothing else and certainly no powerpoint rolling with the words of the songs and no paraphrased verses up on the big screen so i didn't even need to bring my bible...the message was too the point...not too long, the music wasn't half bad [i think they played "cat's in the cradle" with new lyrics] and the preacher seemed sincere and the people were nice...i remember it so much more rigid and cold and preachy and i don't know...i am torn...can going to church be fun?

crazy straw antics

okay this is juvenile and i admit it but, i had always heard after you take the straw paper off your straw you are supposed to tie it in a knot and pull it tight and if it breaks and the knot is closed you're s.o.l. but if it breaks and the knot unties and is open someone is thinking about you at that moment...so even thought i am way too old to be doing this...i still do it every time i open a straw and put it in my drink...

and today to 5:17 my sweetie was thinking about me [oh, and yes it is always my sweetie...because i don't really care if anyone else is thinking about me...in my world [and that is the only one that exists] it is my sweetie] :)

'The Expendables' Trailer HD

stallone is a genius...this has the cast of the most kick-ass guys 'guys' that you ever want to see in a film...mr. writer and director has pulled together who?

• himself
• jet li
• dolph lundgren
• bruce willis
• arnold schwartzenegger
• micky rourke
• "stone cold" steve austin
• randy couture
• eric roberts

which means we have rambo, rocky, the universal solider, evan vanko, the terminator, conan, jonny matrix, dutch, the wwf, the ufc, and lt. john mclaine all together kicking ass and taking names...oh, this is brilliant and makes me want to see it just for the cast...gonna be good i do believe

the a team snuck up and wowed me

okay, so i had heard that they were making a new a team movie and i wasn't too sure about it...i grew up with the a team and watched them religiously on tv plus usually the redo is not always that good and people aren't always open to change but, i was really impressed with the movie i think that the cast did a smash-up job of recreating the team and using the right catch phrases and looking at the personalities of the characters and duplicating what made them who they were...liam neeson is a good leader and a believable hannibal...bradley cooper is just pretty and plays a gritter face...plus i think that rampage jackson and sharlto copley do a good job rounding out the team...adding a bad-ass and crazy man...of course the special effects are better these days then 1983 but, i say that the old tv show is just a cheesy version of this movie...go see it

oh, a side note...i was watching entertainment tonight on my phone and saw clips of the premier of this movie and they were talking to bradley cooper and jessica biel and they were asking her well, we know why guys are going to come to this movie...action, nostalgia, etc...but, why should women come to this movie...and that surprised me that in 2010 we are still try to have so rigid rolls for the sexes to play...why go?  it's a shoot 'em good time and i love action and pyrotechnics...my brother and i used to fight over who would be hannibal...who doesn't want to be in charge and get to make up all the elaborate plans...oh, why do we all have to fit into nice little boxes...just to make someone else a bit more comfortable?

The A-Team Debut Movie Trailer [HD]

the prince of persia...two thumbs up

it was my daughter's birthday this past weekend and she had been talking about wanting to see the "prince of persia" movie [among a list of others...apparently i am made of money] so, i thought as one of her birthday gifts i would take her to the movies...we were already heading for a preview / release sound party for the new "eclispe" movie cd so before that we headed over to check this movie out...honestly i did not know anything about it except for the fact that jake gyllenhaal was cast in the lead...my daughter informed me that it was based on a video game and that's all i knew...so i went in with no expectations except to make my wee one happy for her birthday...it was a great movie...action, adventure, pretty people, good story, nice effects...do you really get to ponder the universe...no but, it was a movie worth shelling out the outrageous movie prices plus the popcorn because it needs the big screen to do it justice...my kid loved it and so did i

we give it 2 thumbs up and we'll be buying it on dvd later

still waiting...

there is something to be said for a clean house...not my favorite thing to do by any means but, it just makes you feel like your in control and like you could entertain guests if you had some plus there is something to be said for laying in a cool, crisp bed with freshly-washed sheets-knowing that you have a spotless house [at least for the time being or until your child comes home]...i spent this morning cleaning up my tiny apartment...garbage, dishes..the works...it seems like once you start then everything else just looks dirty so you have to do it all...it makes you feel accomplished and it helps time to pass while you are still waiting for that call about that job i really really really...did i mention really want...i broke down and called today...they still haven't decided which is good on one hand...because at least they haven't said no yet...but, i am dying to know...the not knowing is totally stressing me out...i have the makings of a tremendously, disgusting cold sore...i hate that i get cold sores when i get stressed out...at least i can say yeah for abreva...because that really works but sometimes it seems like my body is determined to give me a cold sore...i can stop one so that another starts elsewhere and so on...until one finally thwarts me and breaks out on my face...yuck!

waiting

i got called back for a second interview...i was so excited and nervous...i went to the interview yesterday and it was really hard to gauge exactly what the interviewer thought...usually i can get a sense of whether or not i am making and headway but not yesterday...i wish i had come up with some football or sports analogies because it seems like he can relate everything to coaching or sports and i wasn't doing that...i did say i was a team player but i wish i had more to add to that...it has been 24 hours since my interview and i am worried that i just wasn't chosen...i feel glad that i was chosen as one of the top three but, really want that job...i wonder just how long it will take to find out...i am not good at waiting

fortune cookies

i am a saver of fortune cookie fortunes...especially  the good ones and the ones that make me think...actually i pretty much like any and everything that makes me think...i was cleaning out the old wallet and i came across my most recent fortunes...some times i tape them to my journal or use them in art projects...today i am going to share them

1. a secret adventure is in store for you
2. your talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded
3. if you continually give you will continually have

number 3 can be my downfall...sometimes i don't know when to say no...actually i usually don't know how to say no...i guess you should only give to those worthy of your help or those that you know aren't just using you...but, then i have heard that you can judge someone by the way they treat the people they don't even need...i have this old friend that would say hi to every single person who was the working stiff where we went...for instance, at an art gallery he said hi to every single security guard, coat check worker, ticket seller, and docent we walked by...why?  because he knows what it's like to be a working stiff and he's just that nice of a person...no wonder he continually has

got a job interview tomorrow...hopefully they will see my talents and reward me with a j.o.b.

and if i can find a secret adventure anywhere...i am all about it so, i am still holding out for the fulfilling of this fortune...there are no statute of limitations on fortune cookie fortunes...are there?  they can't expire...can then?  i am going with no expiration date and that will be the way it is in my world...

in your wake

i was called a pessimist today....i know i have the tendency to be pessimistic but, i like to think that i am pragmatic...i guess i tend to be realistic about things with a cynical slant to it because half-empty is half-empty...let's not kid ourselves with the half-full bullshit.  i have been feeling sorry for myself these days because of my loss of friends and that is a sore subject...and of course that's what started the pessimistic conversation and then it went into my lack of having a job and another sore subject and wow i guess i can be a huge pessimist but, things aren't always rosy and it is easy for you to say things aren't what they aren't...because you haven't lost anything...you still have your life, your wife, your daughter, your jobs, your friends and everything else you want...you don't have to live in the wake of you...or the loss of you...in my world it is year 4 AR....and i have been living in the shadow of the number you did on my heart and my head...and really i just need to get out and get some friends...first of all making friends has never been easy for me...sure i know a bunch of people and i can talk to anyone but, most importantly, i am not the kind of person that lets that many people into my life, my head, my id, my heart...most people aren't worth the trouble or the time...they usually have motives...and maybe that was your idea of a pep talk and your way of making me not take my life so seriously but, today wasn't a good day for that and i think that it made me just feel worse

Congrats Al and Tipper Gore

today the former vice president and his wife announced that they are separating and splitting up...they said there was no affair but that they had grown apart....so after being together for 40 years they just decided they have separate lives and they are now going to live them...wow

not that i think they are poster children for a perfect marriage but, she lived through his claiming to have started the internet and he lived through all her work promoting albums by adding warning lables and helping boost sales.

i don't know  but , don't you think you would have split up sooner rather than later???  they both in their sixties...how much life do they actually have left?  this couldn't have just happened...familiarity and complacency can breed long, boring marriages and without some balls you could just stay together forever...i guess i should say congrats for growing a pair or two depending on who actually left who but, how long was it going south and how far apart do you actually have to get before walking back just gets too hard or way too long of a proposition...i say do your duty to your kids, if necessary and cut your loses while you are still young enough to have some fun...

facebook makes to be friends with people you just should be...

okay, i admit that i have a facebook...still...i did have a myspace and i loved it...oh, i had the best time blogging and playing apps and flirting massively with my jerkface but, i dumped it after it got old and not so fun any more plus those apps were getting out of hand and i was spending way too much time or rather wasting way too much time. 

i have been toying with dumping my facebook just about every other day...i am not really on there that often but occasionally i am a stalker and i just pop on and see what's going on and leave...but, there are a few people that i cannot contact any other way and i don't want to lose contact with them [ or maybe that's what i just tell myself to allow my voyeuristic tendencies to remain unchecked]

i really don't like the fact that facebook can reprint your words, images, poems, thoughts, ect, ect, ect. and maybe they have change regulations but, as soon as they can figure out a way to make a buck without too many lawsuits there will be books like "the best drunken pictures ever" or "stupid people's pics" or "new poets" or "emerging artists" or whatever they like because they own copies of everything that was uploaded at first until people caught on.

plus i have a profession that frowns on having a facebook and i have tried to keep my as clean as possible...once i graduated from college and was trying to get a job other than the local fast food market...so, there are no more pictures with plastic cups, beer bottle, booze, bongs, cigarettes, too much skin, boobs...or anything that is questionable or could be construed the wrong way because i can't lose a job from something as stupid as a photo that nobody really looks at anyway...and my friends know not to publish risque things but there are a few who continue leaving me wall posts that are inappropriate...for my job at least...hell, flattery will get them everywhere but, not if i get fired from a j.o.b.

my ex-husband actually friend requested me...i don't know what the hell he was thinking...come on, we aren't even friends in real life why the hell would i be friends with him in cyber life?????  and he is a friend whore...who has 897 friends...really???  they must not actually know him...because he is pretty annoying...then he tried to friend suggest his new fiancee to my son...plus he puts the most inappropriate bullshit on there that i am so glad my daughter doesn't have a facebook because i don't think she would ever recover from some of the shit my son says that his dad says online...idiot

then my ex's old girlfriend friend requested me...this was the chic that he left to start dating me [12 years ago]...why the hell would she want to chit-chat with me???

plus there are people from middle school and high school...middle school was 25 years ago and high school was 20...they didn't know me then and they certainly don't know me now but, we have to be friends because we went to the same high school and graduated the same year...why?  again, they didn't like or know me then and i am much more me now so i am pretty sure they won't like me now...and i don't give a shit and i don't think many of them have progressed passed high school with there ability to conversate about something intelligently.

maybe i should just get emails of the few people i don't want to lose contact with so i won't be stuck ignoring people from high school, my ex's old girlfriends, and my kids new step mom...