Wednesday, June 11, 2008

DOG GONE IT..........


Just because I thought "we"(and we know who we are) could use a little encouragement here at the beginning of the dog days of summer, I leashed up (minus a few fleas) a post from last year to share. So lace up your favorie pair of "tennies"and lets get moving. It's a sure fire way to get rid of that "stinkin-thinking"


** No puppy was harmed in the making of this blog post**

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

How to do it?.......I'll show you how to walk the dog..

Ever have times when you tell yourself you are going to try to sqeeze in yet another "healthy habit" and so you set about mentally preparing yourself for it.
Example, you wake up at 5:00 a.m. and just for that moment you say to yourself.....hey, i'm alive.....why don't I get up and walk the dog. Then immediately alarms begin to ring in your brain and its like a switchboard of excuses lights up.....and you moan and roll over and say.....maybe tomorrow would be a better time. The switchboard goes dead and your internal receptionist jots down yet another message from an unanswered call for change........well, yesterday morning about 10:00 a.m, while I was deep in my "mental office" wondering why my productivity was down, feeling trapped in the same old s___t just different day....the same said receptionist stormed in my office and proceeded to dump a whole trash can loaded with these calls in my lap......said she's had it with my not complying with company policy and told me to get myself another thought cause she was on to me..........so, today when the alarm went off.......after a stiffled moan.......I stumbled around the bedroom, circled the kitchen twice and peeked out the den door and there sat my dog grinning from ear to ear.....now, how she does that with out caffeine is really something.....but at 5:23 she and I were heading down the driveway and she made the executive decision to go left, which was fine with me. By the time we got to the end of the street, my receptionist called to say....."See I told you it wasn't all that bad, all you had to do was get going." She was right, once again and agreed to take her job back if she was given a raise, a bonus and a weeks vacation in the mountains.
So what does this have to do with you?.......maybe everything.....you decide and if there is a call that you have put off answering because you've been busy with the
same ole tired excuses..........give that nagging voice of change...a chance to change you. I promise it's better than a raise, a bonus or a weeks vacation in the mountains.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

NO GAS NECESSARY


"EVERYWHERE IS WALKING DISTANCE IF YOU HAVE THE TIME"

STEVEN WRIGHT

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

HISTORY IN THE MAKING

It was over dinner at Soul Fish last night that Bill and I witnessed history in the making, what with the CNN news coming across the bar tv in the corner announcing that Barry Obama had beat out Hillary Clinton. We discussed who he would possibly get as a running mate and why.
Across the isle from us, our waitress seated a father and son, approximately 60 and 20 years old respectively. I was surprised and relieved that Bill had also noticed how uncomfortable they seemed being with each other. Surprised because it's usually me who makes a comment on my perceptions of strangers and relieved because he expressed that he obviously wasn't the only "old guy" who can't get more than a one word answer out of a son. I found myself eavesdropping on their conversation as I savoredmy husband and our time together. The new arrivals seemed to relaxed a bit after a few bites of food. I went into information gathering mode. The young man was home from college for the summer and he was having a little difficulty adjusting to as he put it "the Memphis state of mind". Besides the fact that this young man was the spitting image of my nephew Cody, I couldn't help but steal glances as I studied his eyes and face while he was swinging a comment to his dad and waiting to see if he had found a comfortable rhythm for them to double dutch their conversation.

Bill smiled at me and repeated his question about my day, I had been caught giving him the
Huh? expression and so had to step up my own game of staying in the moment of "our lives" and yet trying to steal a glimpse into the private lives of others. Their had been a time when I would have gotten the cold shoulder from my mate, but over the years as I witnessed just moments before, he too had become skilled at people watching. After answering his question, he decided to take advantage of my nosiness and asked, "He's older than Kyle don't you think?" which I immediately interpreted as"Don't sit there woman!, what do you think is going on?"

I turned my head to the wall beside me and pretending to study a painting I dished out my findings. "Oh, he's atleast 20, he's home from school, and he's already mentioned how he must be maturing, because he compared himself with one of his friends"(insert confused look on my husband's face , which reads....Damn! how do you do it?). I smile and thank the waitress who has brought our dinner and as Bill gets up to go wash his hands, I sip my beer pretending to catch the latest analysis of the political situation all the while wanting to poke dear old daddy there and clue him in (Hey man, are you getting this? Junior here is prepping you for something with all this "I must becoming mature dad" jazz.....strap yourself in buddy he's about to lower the boom) Well, a few more comments about how great a couple of his professors thought he was last semester and batta bing....he brushed hair from his eyes, squared an ivy league jaw and let it fly...."Yeah Dad, I was thinking that after this summer here at home, I really don't want to return to Memphis. I'm planning on remaining in Boston for good."

As a parent, I prepared to offer aid to the wounded in the form of hugs and a stiff drink and at the very least was ready to catch daddy dear when he fell backwards from his chair.

Bill's return broke more than just our silence. I waited for the Boston strangler, who suddenly became very animated telling locker room jokes, to get loud enough so as not to be heard before giving the crime details.

"Oh, how did that go over?" Bill sounds very empathetic while wiping barbeque sauce from his moustache. I just sigh and tip my head in their direction.( see for yourself dear)

I suppose the possibility of permanent silence was harder on the old guys heart than the news that his son was not interested in coming back home, so he began to tell a few jokes of his own and recounted a crazy old professor that he had once. ( Ah, that's it buddy, never let em see you sweat, this is just the primary......you've still got lots of time)

Reminded that nothing ever stays the same, we talk about our own kids, and make a date for our next evening out together.

Kids grow up, they leave and its all part of life. Just like politics we might not feel comfortable with all the changes that come but its all history in the making.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

ANOTHER 3RD OF JUNE


For 41 years on the 3rd of June I have found myself humming this song. It came out in 1967 the year I turned 12. Biographies now state it was a # 1 hit for a month, but southerners know it remained a hit for a lot longer. We could all relate to the names and towns in the song as well as the lifestyle. That sad song's beat was as familiaras the whirl of an attic fan, the sound of your own screen door, and your mama's Sunday chicken. It pulled us all in a little closer to our roots and to the mysterys of life in the rural south. Leave me a note if you'd like and tell me if you remember this song.




Ode To Billie Joe
( Bobbie Gentry )

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day

I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay

And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat

And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"

And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"

"Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas

"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"

"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"

And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow

Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge

And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe

Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show

And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?"

I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right"

"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge"

"And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?"

"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"

"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"

"Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"

"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"

"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe

And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo

There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring

And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything

And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

Friday, May 30, 2008

MAKING CONTACT


Today I saw photos of a tribe of folks who supposedly have had no contact with anyone in the outside world. Hard to imagine anyone that could have been missed by telemarketers, junk mail, cable tv, and taxes. I noticed they had spears drawn, which is pretty much my reaction when my peace and quiet is interrupted by unannounced guest. Good lord, how long will it take before the networks set up a reality show in the area? hmmm, lets see....Trading witch doctors?...or perhaps Clean Hut?........can't you just see Neicy Nash in leopard skin talkin to a bone collector?

"Hey baby!, look here....do you really need to keep ALL these ugly shrunken heads? Lets make a deal. You agree to let me put all these out in the jungle sale and I'll guarantee to make this crib so hot you'll have the local chicks shakin it like Shakira. ......S..H..A..K..I..R..A..!!!!, you know the gal with the hips that don't lie"....Neicy demonstrates the moves for him....."Whoa baby...no dude...me no likey.....back off brother !!!!"


You know all this is possible and that society just won't or can't leave these people alone.
We have satellites that could follow every single move they made day or night. Listening devices that could be placed without them even knowing it, and listening to them would be more beneficial to us than imposing upon them. Perhaps that would be ethically or morally wrong to study them, but kinder than bringing in our trash, noise and disease.

Who am I kidding?..... Surely they have noticed a change in their climate, air quality, noise level, and disappearance of flora and fauna. They must know that something out there beyond their understanding or control is responsible for these changes. They just haven't met any of the responsible parties.

Wouldn't it be something if we cleaned planet first and actually improved the quality of their lives without ever coming face to face with them. Wouldn't that be the best case scenario for all perhaps the ultimate contact?

Friday, April 4, 2008

Mad Tigress

With each passing day it becomes harder to find much in this town to get behind, except perhaps bullet proof surfaces.

Let's see, we have a murder or two daily. A clown for a Mayor and plenty of jesters for city council. The only things growing in this town are gangs and weeds and gangs with weed and rival gangs fighting over weed........it's an overgrown situation.

For the past month, we've had an annual diversion tactic in progress known as Memphis State basketball. Yeah Yeah, I know some things change as did the name of University of Memphis, but a large majority of its fan base, wasn't always gray haired either. Blue is the color of the month and you see it everywhere.

In typical Memphis fashion, we always seem to take a perfectly good thing and snuff , the life out of it........I have decades of examples going back atleast forty years, with today marking the anniversary of our national claim of defame. The latest "Start something great in Memphis.........and watch someone F it up" award goes to an "ungrateful little pisser" who was asked to submit a sample for the NCAA.

This makes me see red, so perhaps I am not as color blind as I should be by today's sub standards. It disgusts me so that I could need a coating of the pink stuff to be able to stomach listening to anymore of the philosophical bull shit this loser's coach is putting out to the media regarding this little pee-pee stain on the reputation of our city's last remaining hope.

The whole thing is being ignored by the masses, in their "blue colored"glasses.

Shame or not blue and yellow still make green and lots of green will be made over all of this.

Just like our failed city system, when things go a miss, find ways to p.... pour more money into it. Nothing is more Memphis than that.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

A LITTLE PHONE HUGHMAH......



"I am not available right now, but

Thank you for caring enough to call.

I am making some changes in my life.

Please leave a message after the

Beep. If I do not return your call,

You are one of the changes."

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Thoughts from the booth in the back


"things are not as they are, they are as we are."

Monday, March 3, 2008

HELP ME.......HELP ME


Well hell.....

Everyone knows to , "Be careful what you wish for". This morning, never really believing it could happen..... I wished to be a " fly on the wall" at some closed door meeting at work.......
I should have been more specific.

Hey if anyone calls looking for me.... I"m stuck in a spider's web on the back wall of the boss's bathroom.

Jinks.

Friday, February 29, 2008

IS IT 5 O'CLOCK YET???????


JINKS......MISSING IN ACTION

Hey,Just now getting around to reading blogs and thank you Auntie J for the encouragement....I'm now ready to stand my ground and yell...."MARK IT ZERO"...drop kick the chaos and call a time out to check in with the blogworld

......here is a quick 10.... a slice of what i've been up to for the past 3 weeks.
1. decluttering my home and office.
2. climbing "Mount Washmore".....21 x 2=42 loads of laundry
3. i've been the one in the kitchen with Dinah..........18 home cooked dinners, 45 packed lunches.
4. pumping iron........15 visits to the Y
5. one visit to Kentucky...........30th wedding anniversary
6. shaved legs every 10.5 days.......(see number 5 and 7)
7. participated in 2 seperate 5K walk runs.......convinced there is something to aerodynamics ...decrease in my finish time of 1 minute and 11 seconds.
8. monkey mattress mayhem.....hmmm? ( well, Cheeta never had it so good)
9. lost 5 pounds.....If you find them don't mail the little fkrs back......
10. sudoko.......105 puzzles solved.
Blog to you later.........hugs all around.....Jinks

Friday, January 25, 2008

INSIDE AND OUT.

Hey, hope you're here to leave a comment from other blog........no?

Oh.....so who are you and what's on your mind?......

Yeah, I guess you came here to see what was up with me, huh...well....here is what's currently
occupying thoughts.

Sit down this could take a few ......smoke em if you got em.

1. getting off work in an hour.
2. wondering how hubby's day went.
3. wishing I had taken off to go with sister to see about her mammogram
4. still reeling from watching a documentary last night on Crank in Tennessee.
5. feeling like I should be doing something to be a part of a real solution that didn't have to be tide up with politics.
6. wondering when everyone else is going to wise up.
7. wondering how long I will linger under the delusion that I'm right and the rest of the world is wrong.......
8. hoping my favorite socks are clean so I can rub my feet together with them on as kick back on the chair with a bottle of beer.
9. what if there's only one beer left?
10. What can I say to distract my hubby so that I get it.
11. why won't the co-worker in the next area shut the fk up
12. I really need to get a new pillow speaker......george noory sounded so distorted last night.
13. what if its my hearing?
14. nah......I can still hear myself fart
15. how long would it take me to get back into a size 10?
16. do I have that long to live?
17. i'd like to be walking on Roan mountain
18. need to get another page or two done over the weekend.
19. why can't I enjoy sleeping past 7:30 on Saturdays anymore?
20. wish Sunday afternoons were 12 hours long
21. if they were, be my luck to have to spend them in a hospital room or some other uncomfortable situation.
22. I have 42 minutes left, how can I look busy?
23. Would anyone here know......would they care?
24. I don't think so......the conversation has gone to the dogs in the other room...literally.
25. I miss my dog........she died in October.......hubby says won't ever get another one.
26. I want to, when we move again......don't want to see another animal in Lucy's yard.
27. What are you thinkin bout?......your evening?......your weekend?.......
28. I need to call Ed, to see if he has done any more work on any of his projects.
29. Surprised Yolanda hasn't called me to inquire why I have changed gym locations.
30. No, we both know why........I can make up all the excuses I want....she won't buy it.
31. I should have had a routine worked up by now to begin a class.....
32. What is the rush.......I only have so many hours.....
33. I keep noticing all the folks on the corner of the building smoking.
34. I wonder if it bothers them they have to "move away from the building" to enjoy a few minutes of peace and quiet.
35. Ever notice how the eyes get "slitty" when folks smoke?
36. No big eyed expressions with a lit cigarette.....
37. I just want to walk up and say......hey, you look interesting....tell me your story kid.
38. Across the street, wrecking crews are tearing down the mental health hospital...looking at it is like witnessing a mental breakdown........it's disturbing.
39. I"m just sitting here waiting for another thought to come around........
40. the computer trainer we've had this week sounds like a robot........she talks quickly......doesn't laugh......and she has to be tired of repeating herself......
41. 41!.....DAMN...I better go........


later Jinks.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

SAY HEY BABY


Just suppose "Big E" were still here.......