Resurrection

I’ve been dead for the last semester and now that I am alive again I promise myself to get back to writing…. err blogging?

Stay tuned.

PS- A lot has changed, so much that I should change the name of this blog.

Missed you.

Empire State of Mind

It’s where dreams are made of.

There is nothing you can’t do.

Because the streets will make you feel brand new and the BIG lights will inspire you.

Let’s here it for New York…

New York….

New York.

I’m the new Sinatra.

 

 

Today I was introduced to  someone of significance. At one point in her career, Oscar De La Renta faxed her sketches of his upcoming line, talked fashion with David Bowie, and came on a tad too strong with Woody Allen once.

And I am not kidding.

She was from Midland, a small town gal, decades behind… like me.

 

 

 

 

She told me to do the right thing….

 

 

TOMORROW.

 

“Move out of Texas” she said… “You are young and ambitious? Aren’t you?” she said… “You can move back to Texas when you are no longer ambitious and STILL AREN’T RICH” she said… “You can write from anywhere in the world” she said…

 

 

Damn you, Bond, you are so fucking right. Too bad I’m chicken shit.

 

 

** Song of the Day **  Um, its self explanatory what song has been belting out in my tiny brain all day.

Hey Mama

You made me from scratch.

You got it right the VERY first time.

A real woman, a real feminist.

I love you.

I try to be just like you.

I’ll die trying to make u happy.

I want to scream so loud for you.

I am so proud of you.

I know I act a fool but I promised you I’m going back to school…..

Back to school.

 

 

Missing you mama.

“Your look is more like nuclear and no body wants it.”

I have nothing remotely interesting going on in my bubble. Absolutely nothing. I must be tired.

It’s the second week of school in my last semester– a whooping 22 hours! It isn’t killing me yet, but ask mid-October.

Did you know there is a graduation fee? No, seriously. At SFASU its $25 bucks! Twenty-Five Dollars. Wtf? There should be a fucking plaque with my picture on it next to the future baseball field; as in since my time at SFASU I have never had a bill less than 400 PER semester in parking fees. No joke. I’m going to make a scrapbook of all my mishaps to show my kids, I seriously think I have an old boot back from my high school days.

A quick re-cap on all my current schedule, feel free to laugh… or be jealous.

Art100- Drawing. A Freshman level course but you know how I roll. No rules. No grading criteria. Just draw your ass off.

HMS363- Advanced Textiles. Further study on genetic makeup of every single fabric known or ever created by man.

HMS212- History of Interiors. Another Freshman level course. Tedious and thats why I waited so long to take.

HMS400- Professional Lecture Series. Oh. My. Gah. Such a fucking  joke. We also have to wear “professional” attire EVERYDAY that we have class, so I have promised myself to wear them EXACT same outfit each time she sees me. I’ll show her.

HMS137- Principles of Food & Preparation. Love this course.

ACC101- Principles of Accounting. Repeat. I’m still bitter.

HMS208- Creative Design Studio. I was the most nervous about this class… so far… so good.

AGR480- Topics in AGR. Our class has a real client! We drawing up blueprints for a horse stable. Go ahead and laugh.

 

So this is my life, everyday, for the next 100 and some odd days. Nite-Nite.

 

** Song of the Day ** The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen. 

 

*** The title is a movie quote, sorta interesting fact of the day-ish…..

Ann Marie & Charlie

Charlie Bear Vicknair was born August 16, 2008 and came from a litter of four. He was the Alpha and only male. He would hog all of his mother’s milk and at three days old he had no teeth and his eyes hadn’t open, yet on that morning we found him asleep in the food bowl with kibble breaking down in his mouth. We should have known then…

Thanksgiving of that same year, Charlie ran away to Beltway 8 and was actually run over (by the neck) and survived. He scared the crap out of us but we believed him to be Super POM! He even had tire tread marks on his fur.

Charlie was named for two special reasons: we were dying for a dog named Charlie from “All Dogs go to Heaven”  and my family teased that I resembled Ann Marie when I was little.  Secondly, we give our dogs treats that are titled “Charlie Bears” so it seemed destined.

A few days ago we found Charlie’s body in a sleeping position, and I can only hope he was dreaming of Dingos and Charlie Bear treats… I miss you so much Boo-Bear.

I have been crying for you every day mostly because the house is too quite and I actually miss things being broken when you have been there. I would give anything (including graduation) if you were alive again and I hope you know how much Daniel and I loved you.

In “All Dogs Go to Heaven,” after Charlie died he visited Ann Marie in her dreams, I hope you do the same.

Best Friends Forever.

(Happy Family)

(Charlie is at the far right, he was the only one born with a pink nose and green eyes, just like his mother.)

(I know he is chewing up Jesus’s sandle on his cloud)

 (Charlie & I in the after life)

**Interesting Fact of the Day ** There will no longer be any more interesting facts of the day, its mostly crap I saw on tv, things Daniel told me throughout my day, or things that occur in my real life– I think its more suiting for song of the day instead 🙂

PS-Daniel highly disputes this new change in the blog.

** Song of the Day **  “Soon You’ll Come Home” Lana Beeson from “All Dogs Go to Heaven” Soundtrack. G.I.B. it will have you in real tears.

You know your husband is a liar when…

He writes this load of bull to make you feel better about your documented stupidity.

My heart shall long for you. The one I call my own. The one who holds me in the night, till the mornings early dawn. My queen, my desire, A slave I am to thee. My heart breaks, I stumble when our love, our ties, broken by these distances. I long for you, your tenderness, your touch. My queen bean.

PS- It actually quite good for a 30 second mission.

Self Loathing in Nacogdoches???

Hello cruel world!

It’s been damn near a month since I have written anything recreational. Where have I been? Slummin’ it up at the HCC. A mockery of higher education, yet this hardly witty punchline just kicked my ass. Hard. It knocked me straight into ground and I’ve digested dirt among other unpleasant things.

The self proclaimed “artist” (me) are truley scattered brain and only bring one skill to this earth… that would be some given specialty…. my specialty is still yet to be categorized but I know for damn sure it is not accounting. Mother Fucker.

I am having a hard time coping with the fact that my window of victory seems to grow smaller so that my wide ass hips cannot fit through. Ugh!

I’m too negative to continue with this useless rant. It ruins the “artistry” of it. Ha. See? Meanie Beanie is still me, I just made a funny.

 

** Useless Fact of the Day ** Ratatouille says the word “hell” in the movie. For Shame!!!

Sentimental Mood

I miss Nacogdoches. GASP! I know… Sue me!

But, I miss…. MY quiet house/Personal Space… MY computer, MY BED, not living out of a suitcase… therefore wearing the same damn tee shirt every week. SFA (already validated professors), quarter tank of gas lasting me 2 weeks, Nacogdoches “traffic”, the job that allowed for 8 hours of Internet blogging and such.

Most of all I miss JoDan. Life sucks without that last part.

I need to dry my crocodile tears because I’ll be gone till September. I’ll be gone till September.

 

Girlfriends, if you are reading I need a wine nite please, preferably with Coltrane present.

 

**Interesting Fact of the Day** True love means kicking ass if someone acts stupid in front of your beloved, you might find this odd but trust me…. I SEEN IT!

Grit.

Haven’t had the urge or the time to compete against myself to see how many words I know and try to squeeze all of them into this blog and have it make sense…

The past 3 weeks have been a fine example of the reason for this blog’s existence. School is killing me… no literally… killing me… and yes, this “career student” is complaining about her current employer.

I have been longing to say these words because they remind me of a special group of women so here it is… brace yourself…

 

“FOR THE LOVE OF SCIENCE….”

 

 

ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY SUCKS! I CHOSE GOD!!!!  He created man and woman. Done. “A” plus for Jo! I could give a ratz about the appendicular system… for realz….

I have been up for the past day… going on the 2nd studying… not cramming… for all the holier than thous… but seriously cracking the code on what it takes to pass this class. So far, I have failed EVER SINGLE EXAM we’ve had this summer. I promise I’m not retarded or anything, its just soooooo much. “You have an exam on chapters 1-18 on Friday.” Wtf?

So far I have been only drinking 5 hour energy shots and Starbucks… so any minute I could go into cardiac arrest and then my professor would not count my passing as an “excusable absence” and STILL FAIL me.

So, pray hard for me, peeps.

Viva La Vida

Daniel & I finally took our trip to Mexico and that was fun & all but I had to scribble a few words down concerning the bigger picture… how and why we got to Mexico in the first place.

I typically haven’t discussed my experience at Rachael Ray just that I acknowledged that it happened and not because I’m ashamed that I got married on “reality television” or that it wasn’t significant in my life… because it very much was so… but I keep that week, that day, that experience, and those people somewhere else inside of me. I realize that I’m still “green” in life but I still haven’t ever been so emotionally moved/disturbed whatever was going on in my entire existence. It still freaks me out to think that I allowed myself to “go there” and in such a public way… to this day whenever questioned I still say ” it was cool” and you can all imagine the blank stares I get back in return. But, it will continue to remain in the pits of my insides because it is mine. It is my memory that no one can take away from me… or judge… or make fun…

I forget how much those women mean to me… we joined some weird sorority that weekend and God bless them for allowing me to participate in the uttermost intimate moment of their lives. It was more than pleasure, ladies. Again, divine intervention or the “perfect schedule” allowed for us to cross paths just when it had started to drift away and we were able to remember that week leading up to the BIG DAY. Still the same witty, smart women I met 8 months ago only now we had graduated and aim to be great wives with great husbands at our sides. It was nice. Very nice.

November is coming up and it will be symbolic of TWO accomplishments for Team JoDan. It will solidify our chosen lifestyle to be married and committed and is symbolic for the day we both decided to bag up all turmoil in our lives and throw away. For. Good. No. Mas.

 

Happy Monday yall.

 

** Interesting Fact of the Day ** I did NOT use a single swear word in this entire “journal.” Amazeballs! (and she’s back.)