Confession: When my life goes well, I completely forget about this blog.

Here’s the deal. I started this blog in January 2010. My husband had just deployed to Iraq for a 6 month deal with his job. The money was fantastic, but holycrap was it boring. And lonely. And, well, I went a bit wacky while I was waiting. It was damn hard to hang onto my sanity when it was just me and the kid for that amount of time. So I started this blog. It gave me a goal! A way to count down! Apparently counting is not my strong point. Who knew?

And yeah, my “6 months” have turned into 11. Uh… my bad?

Wait, why do I care? Nobody reads this.

I am gonna finish this damn thing up. I still have 50-something posts to reach my goal of writing about 172 separate things that make my life worth living. I should tell you that this has been no easy task. I can think of billions of things that I love, but things that make me little-schoolgirl-giddy-happy? Difficult! (Why 172? 6 months is approx 179 days. I started this blog when I had 172 to go.)

Watch out, internet! More sheer ridiculosity is on the way!

Fairy Tales!

While I do love the modern versions of classic fairy tales, they’re not what I mean. No, I mean the original tales.

When these stories were written, life was dangerous. Super-for-real-dangerous. Kids actually had to beware wolves and the prospect of being abandoned by poor parents. (Actually, that’s just speculation on my part. It’s possible that those things weren’t actually such a huge threat. Maybe the Grimm brothers were just jerks. Who knows. Let’s continue under the assumption that such things were actually a constant threat). So, as I was saying, children were constantly in danger of ill-fitting shoes and evil witches in the forest. They needed these stories as a safety manual! Luckily for us today, these stories still exist.

I have to say that most of my favorite stories have never been made into movies. When I was about 12 I bought the most awesome fairy tale book. It’s the Grimm’s Fairy Tale book that was published in 1910. It is really detailed and rather gruesome. Many of the stories involve people making deals with the devil. The irony of that fact is that I bought the book from my great-grandmother’s church library. Odd.

Anyway, if you want the real deal in fairy tales, look up the original Grimm tales. Also, there’s one called Stuwwelpeter. It is fascinating to me that these stories were read to children. Stuwwelpeter was written in 1845 by Heinrich Hoffmann and was translated into English by Mark Twain. It is pretty gruesome. It’s all about what happens to misbehaving children. Very interesting. That link that I just provided will take you to the book in it’s entirety. What is most fascinating is that these stories were intended for 3 to 6 year-old children. You’d think the parents would have revolted… Nope! Stuwwelpeter was very popular at the time. How did I hear about it? NPR, awesomely enough. I love NPR!

My favorite stories? The Juniper Tree. The Six Swans. The Frog Prince. Puss in Boots. The White Snake. Those should keep you busy for awhile The translations aren’t the exact ones that I’m used to, but it’s a great approximation.

Walter Inglis Anderson

Walter Anderson was an incredible artist who lived on the coast of Mississippi in the first half of the 20th century. He suffered from a number of mental health conditions, including depression and schizophrenia. He drew. He painted. He created pottery. Apparently he was something of a prolific writer, although I’ve never read any of his works. His art features beautiful, sweeping lines, and an attention to detail that boggles my mind.

My favorite collection of his works is a series of paintings he did based on fairy tales. I absolutely ADORE fairy tales (hello, post number 54!). I was able to see an exhibition of his fairy tale series when I was a child. They were being displayed at the Old Capitol Museum in Jackson, MS. These paintings were done on giant blocks of linoleum and they were truly spectacular. I was hooked.

Years later, I rediscovered the series in a book The Magic Carpet and Other Tales. I ended up altering one of the paintings ever so slightly and turned it into a tattoo. The story is “The Six Swans” and the tattoo is not only beautiful, but it helps remind me where I’ve been.

Anderson’s family has set up a museum of his works. It is located on the coast of MS, and if you’re ever near Ocean Springs, I suggest you go. I’ve actually never visited the museum myself, but it is on my list of places to go!

This is the painting that became my tattoo. I absolutely love it. Want to see more of his work? Visit his museum’s webpage. It has it all. You can even buy prints!

The 90s

I made a post about the 80s way back when, but I have not yet shown the love for the 90s so here it goes.

I was born in 1982 so I got to experience the awesome part of being a child in the 80s and early 90s. Those were GREAT times to be a kid. The cartoons were fantastic (and plentiful… hello Saturday morning!), the toys were fun and sturdy, and everything was pretty relaxed. The early 90s were cool too. The clothing of the 80s really sucked and the styles from about 1992-1995? OMG. Talk about embarrassing… Yup. I wore it, sad to say.

BUT THAT’S BEYOND THE POINT! The early 90s were awesome for being a kid, but they were nothing compared to the later 90s. I’m talking 1996-1998. I know it was only 2 years, but those two years, aside from being weird and tumultuous at home, were incredible.

Music was amazing. We had grunge, we had metal, we had hardcore, we had surf music, and we had ska! I think it helped that I was living in South Florida at the time. There was a lot of culture for the 90s teen down there. There were shows on the cheap. Parents left us alone for the most part.

TV? Well, I didn’t watch much of it in those days but we still had Beavis and Butthead. We had Daria. And South Park was brand new. I dunno. Movies were pretty decent back then. 12 Monkeys came out. I was too busy doing stuff to be planted in front of a tv, ok?

I think my favorite thing about that time period was the clothing. JNCOs were huge (literally). Midriffs were in (even at school). Babydoll dresses with t-shirts… well, we’ll overlook those. We wore Vans and Airwalks, wallet chains that nearly dragged the ground, multicolored nail polish (because who wants matching nails??), and we wrote all over our backpacks with white out. I had lots of different haircolors back then too- flamingo pink, pillarbox red, blond, black… I wanted yellow but never got it. Stripes were big. Bowling shirts were bigger. Haircuts were pretty interesting… remember under-shaving? I miss those days a lot. I wonder what it was like to be grown during that time period? I’ll never know luckily because I was at the perfect age for it all when it happened!

Fuck you, Emo kids!

So, pictures of what it was like back then… Kinda non-existent. We didn’t take pictures… We DID stuff. Imagine kids in pants with giant legs, greasy hair, airwalks, hacky sacks, band shirts with flannel over top, and chains around their necks. Girls wore fitted t-shirts that showed their midriffs, pants that were fitted around the hips and flared out to huge legs. They also wore chains and generally had two-tone hair. Those were the days.

Dance Hall Crashers!

I honestly don’t know how I missed this group back in the 90s. I think it probably had something to do with them not being on the radio and the internet being much smaller than it is today.

Ok, so I just found this group, thanks to Pandora, and I adore them! They remind me of a mix between Reel Big Fish, Save Ferris, and No Doubt (in the Tragic Kingdom days. Not now. Hell no). They started in 1989. They were a ska/punk band. They had two lead singers. The lead singers… girls! And not only were they girls, they were very stylish girls who understood how to harmonize. Yay!

Do you like ska? Brass? Girl singers (non-whiny ones especially)? Check them out! I’m planning to buy some of their cds once I have some spare dollars, but until I do, I’ve been raising their view-counts on youtube. My favorite of their songs is here.

Give them a listen! Seriously.


What is more awesome than sitting down and eating an awesome meal cooked by an enthusiastic chef with an accent? I dunno, you tell me.

No, but superseriously, hibachi makes my day! I love the showmanship involved in cooking whilst entertaining a crowd. I love the jokes, the tricks, and the musical nature of the show.

If you get a picture of a hibachi chef in action and he’s not blurry- don’t eat the food.

Rob Zombie!

This one has been a long time coming. I’ve been a Zombie fan since the old days. I liked White Zombie plenty, but I was never what you’d call a “hardcore” fan. I didn’t really catch the bug for all things Zombie until Hellbilly Deluxe came out. What really sealed the deal for me? The video for Dragula. That was one of the coolest videos I’d ever seen. Back then I’d watch Total Request Live just in the hopes of possibly catching “Dragula” on it. That’s a sad confession of mine- but hey, it paid off, ok?

I rushed out an bought the album and listened it into oblivion. When I destroyed one copy, I bought another one. Rob Zombie remixes? Had those too (although they were given to me on a mix-cd several years later). I even introduced my baby to Rob back in the day… He was the only music that would stop the wild superbeast from screaming in the car (seriously). I saw House of 1000 Corpses in the theater (twice). Same with Devil’s Rejects.

And then the unthinkable happened… Rob released the stupidest song ever. It was called “Foxy Foxy” or something to that effect. It sucked. Hard. And I kissed Rob goodbye. (This was after I won a signed copy of the Ho1kC soundtrack in a contest so it was a hard goodbye.) I still listened to my copy of Hellbilly Deluxe with a sense of stubborn loyalty, but considered newRob to be dead to me.

I recently saw that he was coming to town. I mourned the loss of Rob (again) and went on with my life, eventually forgetting. But then we were invited to the show. I was apprehensive, but I went.

….And Rob ROCKED! He’s back, guys! He doesn’t suck anymore! He put on the best show I’ve seen (well, tied with GWAR). And you know what? He’s still sexy. There. I said it. I think that Rob Zombie is sexy as hell. Not sure who took this picture, but I dig it. I mean… check out the man’s beard! Oh, and before anyone worries too hard, I still have the autographed copy of Ho1kC. No worries.


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