Thursday, March 19, 2015

Little Things

Tender is the Heart...
Funny how something so simple can trigger a memory. Good or bad.  They say our sense of smell elicits strong memories, which I do agree with.  But sometimes just seeing something as simple as a picture, a color or a movie scene can trigger a memory that takes you back to a happier time.  Sometimes it's not so happy.  I had that moment tonight.  A reminder of a very painful grief.  Although grief is a part of life, and a necessary part of healing, I just don't like to revisit that kind of pain.  It just hurts too bad.  

I find it funny when you get a new place that everyone just assumes that you're going to throw a party.  I guess that's kind of expected.  But, I'm just not good at coordinating that kind of thing.  Plus, I don't want a bunch of people roaming around my place for hours where I feel like I have to cater to them not to mention watch for that one person who will drink too much, because there is always one of those, and then clean up the mess.  Or worse yet, clean up what gets broken.  Because you know that stuff happens too.  

My mother's friends wanted to stop by and congratulate me on my new digs about a month after I moved in.  I still had boxes laying around.  No big deal really.  They brought me some wonderful gifts but the proposition to 'have a pot-luck' was a bit much.  I didn't even have a table not to mention enough dishware to feed everyone.  Sheesh.  The pot luck was not a go, but the general visit was wonderful.  And short.  Which was fine by me.  One of my girlfriends nagged me for almost three months to have a 'girls nite' at my place with her.  I still haven't done that yet.  She's a good person and a good friend, but she has a lot of drama in her life and I just don't want to spend my night listening to all her crap.  Does that make me unhospitable?  I feel horrible for feeling that way, but I just don't want that kind of negative vibe in my house.  I like to keep it nice and cheery.  Is that so bad?

Dreams...we all have them.  The ones that we wish for in our head, and the ones that happen when we sleep.  Do you remember what you dream about when you wake up?  Do you know that you're dreaming when it happens?  Are you able to control your dreams?  Or do you just wake up thinking "what the heck was that about?"  And what about people that appear in your dreams that are no longer living?  Is that grief or is it that person's way of 'visiting' you?  Do you belive in that sort of thing?  Just curious....I have had the experience of having someone I lost a long time ago appear in my dreams as if he was still around in the present.  It's never something from my past.  Sometimes, I just feel his presence.  I just know he's there.  It's a very strange  feeling.  And I never get to finish that dream as I am having it.  I wake up before I want to.  And that makes me sad sometimes.  I want more time.  I guess we could all say that when we lose someone that we love.  Life is certainly short.  I hope you're dreams are peaceful and if you do have a loved one come visit you in your dreams, I hope it leaves you happy.  elizinashe

Monday, March 16, 2015

Oh Paris....

Did She Get Caught in a Net?
Oh 'Fashion Week', how I love thee.  You give me such joy to see such ridiculousness.  How could stuff like this be so...fashionable? 

Apparently the new trend is "facial art".  Ranging from make-up to jewelry to temporary tattoos., yes.  In good taste.  Make-up...again in good taste.  Tats?  Only if you've been in prison.  But whatever. What do I know?  I'm a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal.  

Now I will say, some of this trendy temporary face tattoo stuff can be kinda groovy.  Especially if there is glitter involved.  Or if you're dressing up as a fairy.  Hopefully it will wash off.  
Get Her Some Glitter!

Some of this other stuff really kills me.  Cracks me up it does.  I guess the 80's really are coming back.  Neon colors and all.  Didn't Boy George start this trend twenty years ago?  When it was new and cool?  Just asking... And what's up with those dish gloves? 
Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?...

I don't know what to say about this one.  It looks like something that would be used on a psych ward way back when, minus the Steve Jobs inspired Apple looking ear bobs.  It wouldn't surprise me if some psych wards still used something similar to this today.  You know...for those patients who are 'spitters'.  Looks like Hannibal Lector spawned a child.  Fava beans, anyone?  
You Think She Drinks Chianti?

I just don't know what to say about this next one.  Ew...maybe?  Again, I see some sort of Russian influence...maybe it's the insinuation of a lot of facial hair which kept the men warm in those bitter cold in a bitter cold country...with lots of liquor.  Just a thought.  Is it wrong that I want to shave her face?  Even if it is jewelry? 
Vodka, I Drink Vodka...

Does This Count? 
Anyway...just a few quick jabs in the wee hours of the night.  You never know what you might find on the internet.  And stuff like this is just too precious not to forget.  Good stuff, folks.  Good stuff.  I think I will stick with the mug I got and forget all this new facial fashion.  I've never been a trendy girl anyway...but thanks for the fodder.  elizinashe

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Rainy Night Ramblings

Fancy a Late Night Walk?
Ever feel like a complete jackass?  Like you just can't do anything right?  Can't please a soul no matter how hard you try?  How hard are you on yourself?  Do you consider yourself a perfectionist?  And how do you go about changing that mentality?  Because when it comes down to it, you're probably doing just fine.  But..that self criticism....what a nasty beast it is.  

I need to stop doing so much and remind myself that I need to make more fun time for me.  However, sometimes that can be hard when you have so much responsibility.  Working nights makes it a bit of a challenge as well.  Long working hours is also another factor.  But...I need to make more effort in making plans with long lost friends so we can catch up and 'hang out'.  I miss that.  Luckily, I did that tonight.  Spent some time with a said 'long lost friend'.  The time was short, but it surely soothed my soul.  Need to do that more.  By all means.  With all of my so called long lost friends.  

Winter is finally leaving.  Hooray!  Our days may be a little gray and rainy but it certainly is warmer compared to what is has been. I've noticed little hints of greenery and little buds on flowering trees just waiting to stretch out.   Even the birds are singing again.  That is music to my ears....time to come out of hibernation.  I am looking forward to some more sunny skies and happier days.  Sure could use a big fat dose of that Vitamin D.  I've been needing that for quite some time.  Haven't we all?  Until next time....elizinashe

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Who Are Your Peeps?

Amen To That! 
Friends. They come in all shapes and sizes throughout your life.  Some friends are made in childhood, others in adulthood.  Some friends are just temporary.  Some are for life.  Others are really just not friends at all.  

I am proud to say that one of my best friends is from my days of youth a many, many moon ago.  We've known each other since the 1st grade.  Yep.  First grade.  We graduated high school together and lived one block apart.  She was, and still is my rock.  That's a long time to be friends.  

My other BFF's were founded in high school,  college and in my adult years.  I can't imagine my life without them.  Each of these ladies, (and a man mind you,)  have a common core to which we all have bonded.  I can't imagine my life without them at this point and I know my life has been enrichened and inspired by them all.  And although we all live miles apart, when we do get the chance to visit, it is as if we had just seen each other last week.  I guess that common thread never really leaves despite the miles or the time.  

Other friends are just a passing through.  A stepping stone if you will.  They are good for the short term, perhaps a patch for those "in between days".  But in reality, not so much for life.  Or at least, not in that close, uplifting sort of way.  And those kind of friends are okay too.  They do serve a purpose for that time, and then you silently drift apart without the sorrow in your heart.  And those  friendships you still learn from as well.  You learn what you really want from your friends and what you do not.  I try to leave my bitterness in it's own world and move forward with an open heart, forgiveness and understanding.  No, I am not sad.  Not at all.  I am more fulfilled than most could say.  My friends are amazing. They continue to inspire me and revitalize my soul.  Isn't that what friendship is all about anyway?  

I look forward to adding more delicious souls to my circle of peeps.  I think I've got a pretty good crew around me and there is always room for more.  One of these days, I'd like to get all my special friends together for one big party, so I can have them all in one big room.  I think it would be one heck of a celebration.  Not to mention having a lot of people to hug, squeeze and kiss.  Who doesn't like doing that?  I celebrate my all friends near and far.  My life is so much better with them in it.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  elizinashe
Cheers Ya'll! 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

How Much Would You Pay?

DMB Show # 7
Times sure have changed.  As it will continue to do as we all get older.  But man, when I hear how much people pay for tickets whether it be a game or a concert it sometimes blows my mind.  

I went to a really good show last night at a small local venue.  Tickets were about $30.  Perfect.  And the show itself was well worth the money.  I hope to see them again.  Soon.  

But, the bigger the act, the bigger the ticket price.  I've spent close to $100 total for a ticket and my share of parking for Dave Matthews and I didn't mind a bit.  I'd do it again.  But even his ticket prices are beginning to climb.  I blame it on the venue.  One of these days I will spend really big bucks for front row seats and a meet & greet.  I can promise you that.  
Love Me Some Dave

I hear that the Grateful Dead are doing a 'reunion' tour.  Dead Heads are ecstatic.  I've never been a fan of the Dead, but I get it.  However, ticket prices have become so ridiculously outrageous that it's hard to wrap my head around it all.  Tickets pretty much start around $1100 and there are rumors, or shall I say reports, that some tickets are going for $24,000.  Yep.  $24K.  Who can afford that?   That's just stupid. That I don't get.   

The Burning Man thing must be some kind of big deal.  A weekend of music, camping, artistic expression and lighting things on fire.  In the desert.  With tons of other people.  Sweaty, dirty smelly people.  Ew.  And tickets are going from $300-800 for the event.  Again, I don't get it.  If I'm spending $800 on a weekend, there better be a big, fat bed involved with some spa treatment and fabulous food.  Cooked to order and not from some food truck.  Just sayin.  

Speaking of musical acts...I wonder who the lucky dogs were to caught awesome bands back in the day such as The Beatles and Led Zepplin.  Can you imagine paying $5 & $6 bucks for these dudes?  Man...what a dream bargain.  And what a story to tell to your kids.  Or even your grandchildren.  Awesome.  
Check Out the Date!

By the way...what the hell is " I am the Walrus" all about anyway?  The drugs back then must have been way groovy.  Just sayin'.  elizinashe   
Taxes Sure Were Cheap Back Then...