Up until the last few years, I didn’t really watch zombie movies or television shows. So thank you “The Walking Dead.” I love this show, even though it grosses me out. It helps to have a strong stomach. (If it weren’t for those food allergies, I’d be golden.)
Last fall, Lucas and I went to the Wizard’s World/Ohio Comic Con. There were zombies everywhere. Most of the cast of “The Walking Dead” were making appearances. I saw Norman Reedus from a distance and Michael Rooker up close. It was awesome! Hopefully, we can go next year. I think Norman Reedus will be there again. 🙂
If there was a battle between Xena and Spartacus who would win? Lucy Lawless might have some insight. She was in both series.
It was nice that Xena was seeking redemption. She struggled with doing the right thing. Luckily, she had Gabrielle. Well, they had each other. They are seen as Lesbian role models. Who is going to argue with a warrior princess about her sexuality?
There is a group called the Marching Xenas that march in Gay Pride parades. I think that is the most awesome thing I’ve heard today. It would be a sight to behold.
p.s. Lucy Lawless donated her costume to the National Museum of American History.
p.p.s. My great-grandmother’s name was Zena. So much for naming my kids after her. Thanks Xena, Warrior Princess. You’re still awesome.
Would I like Winona Ryder if I didn’t look like her? Yes, Yes I would. I love her movies. It occurred to me today that I only own one of her movies. I’m not sure how that happened. My favorite Winona movies include “Heathers,” “How to Make an American Quilt,” “Mermaids,” and “Girl, Interrupted.”
The movie “Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael” was set in Clyde, Ohio. I lived there once upon a time. If I had known where they were filming, I could have been her stunt double. If only there had been more stunts and I wasn’t scared of heights and stunts in general.
I also noticed that she is in “Black Swan.” How did I get so behind on keeping up with Winona? Hopefully, that problem will be fixed soon.
This is a link which lists all of her movie and television credits: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000213/
Did you know that Timothy Leary was her godfather? Very interesting.
I hate to say it depends. But it depends. Sometimes it’s better to walk away from the drama that detractors bring.
There are other times that I feel like I have to stand up for myself. Once in awhile, I manage to do both. I will speak my mind and then leave the area. There’s no reason for a situation to escalate to the point of everyone yelling in the streets. It has happened to me once or twice. Alcohol might have been involved. I don’t drink as much anymore. It’s more fun to watch other people make bad choices. Of course, it’s not not always fun to watch couples fight every weekend.
Anyway . . .
Dear Cajun & Creole Food,
How have you been? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I think about you on a weekly basis. Our time together was memorable to say the least. How can food be so good and yet so bad for someone?
I hope that you understand that I have to stay away because of this food allergy to peppers and spices. Don’t take it personally. The ER is not the place to be while on vacation.
We’ll always have New Orleans.
Until tonight, I had completely forgotten that I signed up to use Bloglovin’. My friend’s were having a conversation on Twitter about Bloglovin’. I was included but not sure why. Gene at Sourcererblog (http://sourcererblog.wordpress.com/) said that he followed me and a few other people such as http://notapunkrocker.wordpress.com/ and http://halfeatenmind.wordpress.com/) I think Part Time Monster also uses Bloglovin’. (http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/)
I thought that I had control of my social media outlets. Apparently, I am not in control. Is it my evil twin that signs me up for social media pages without my knowledge? I really wish she would tell me these things. She could leave a post-it note or something. It might be easier to send me a message on Facebook, Twitter, Google +, Gmail or almost anywhere in cyberspace.
This post was going to be about the song “Valerie.” Instead the post is going to be about Valerie June, a singer that I now nothing about because I just found her videos on YouTube five minutes ago. She is fascinating. Her voice is not common in these days of Pop and Hip-hop.
I never join mailing lists but I joined hers. If you would like to follow her around like I do, her website is at http://valeriejune.com/. Facebook also tracks her tour dates on Bandsintown. Bandsintown will keep track of all of your favorite artists. Although, I did have to tell it that some of my favorite artists are playing in Rock n’ Roll Heaven. Until it’s time to see that show, it would be awesome to see Valerie June in concert. There is one in Ohio this summer. One shot to go until she returns from Europe.
I’m kind of proud of all of the ten to fifteen scrapbooks that I’m in the middle of doing. Has anyone ever really completed a scrapbook? I’ve been doing the scrapbooks for almost 13 years. It’s not the layout or stickers that I’m the most proud of. It’s the subject matter. . . my daughters. I wanted to have a record of their lives. So I started scrapbooking and taking lots of photographs. Sometimes they help me put them together, which is harrowing and fun all at the same time. Someone said I am a bit of a control freak with the scrapbooks.
Someday the scrapbooks will belong to them. So I better learn to let go and remember that I’m still the mom even when they are all grown up. Someday there will be grandchildren and new scrapbooks.
Rahm Emanuel said, “You never let a serious crisis go to waste.” Have you ever spun a crisis into an opportunity?
I suppose so. It didn’t feel like an opportunity usually does. There wasn’t the excitement or happiness. After I left my abusive relationship, I had the opportunity to live in a domestic violence shelter for a two-year program. It doesn’t sound like rainbows and sunshine but it beat living on the streets.
It was not easy. I couldn’t come and go as I pleased. Seriously, I had a curfew when I was thirtysomething. I could not invite people over to the house, especially not men. It wasn’t a big deal to me. I was in self-imposed exile for a year. Who was I going to invite? One day I had to confess to my current boyfriend about what kind of house I lived in. He didn’t run screaming for the hills like I thought he might.
Some of my roommates were obnoxious. One even hacked into one of my messenger accounts to talk to a man. Some of my roommates were wonderful and made homemade pies.
I had a roommate for about two weeks. She stole my snazzy red hairdryer. I didn’t notice until the day after she left. I lost a hairdryer but she lost an opportunity to get her life back on track. I can buy a new hairdryer. She can’t buy another opportunity like that.
There were meetings . . . and meetings . . and support groups. More meetings. I tried to look at it as a learning experience. It was definitely a time of reflection. If I hadn’t gone, who knows what kind of life I would have now.
Red doors generally mean that the house is a safe harbor. I still love red doors. Maybe I can get a new red hairdryer to match the red door.
In the past, I could hold a grudge for a long, long time. The result was that I was angry and bitter. So it was time to let go of grudges. It doesn’t mean I have to like that one jerk from high school. Twenty years is too long to hold onto bad feelings. Will they remember why we are mad at them? I’m not sure if I remember the reasons for being mad at most people. Ok. I remember everything but in sixty years I am hoping to forget. If I see the jerk from high school, I promise I won’t kick him in the shins. That’s progress, right?