Friday, May 31, 2013

EDIM: The End Has Come

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 31:  A vivid memory.


Well, I have blogged every day for the month of May and I must say that it has been a little exhausting. I hope it hasn't been boring as a reader. I've enjoyed the prompts and have written about many things I wouldn't ordinarily have done, but today's prompt is leaving me blank. I have lots of vivid memories, but nothing that is earth shattering or necessarily interesting. So, I will offer you a list of some vivid memories that, on their own, would not be interesting.

  • I sampled some Bison meat in the 6th grade at a Whole Foods in Houston. I was a vegetarian at the time, but I thought Bison were extinct and that the meat was just supposed to be Bison-like in the same way that veggie burgers are burger-like. It was pretty damn chewy.
  • I can vividly remember my childhood dog running down the street after us every time we drove away, but I can't remember her name. She had mange and was outrageously infested with fleas.
  • My father bought me a bass guitar when I was in high school because the older dude working at the pizza shop in my neighborhood though Karen and I looked cool enough to be in a band. It turned out that I lacked talent and motivation, so nothing came of it, but we did talk frequently about potential band names. Once, while in the car with my father, we suggested The Knobs and my father did not  approve of that one and asked 20 questions as to why we thought of that. Now I understand.
  • In more vivid knob-related memories... There was a clock shop in League City named Ye Olde Clocke Shop. I spent many years in speech therapy, but before my impediments were fixed I had trouble saying the store's name. Every time we drove by the store I would say the name because it made my mum laugh hysterically and I've always loved the sound of her laugh. One day she snapped at me and told me to never say it again and my pride was pretty shaken up as a result, but it makes total sense now. Nobody wants their 5 year old daughter screaming "Ye Old Cock Shop" every time you drive past Main Street. (It really was on Main Street!)
  • Last night I had a dream in which I watched 3 episodes of the new Arrested Development. Even though I have still not watched them, I was pretty disappointed in my dream and I think that is as real as I need.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

EDIM: Letting Go

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 30: React to this term: Letting Go.

Letting go, huh? Well, I think letting go is the best thing in the world, perhaps. Hmmmm... My reaction to this blog prompt is neutral and uninteresting. People should let go of the past and of things that hurt them, but it can only be done by self improvement and it takes time. Blah, blah, blah this blog prompt makes me feel rambley and without sufficient opinion, so I forfeit.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

EDIM: Mucho Musica

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 29: Five songs that speak to you.


Sure, Robyn's Dancing On My Own  will pump me up for a night with the girls, but it can't make me feel sexy in a grocery store the way Mel McDaniel can.


INXS was my favorite band growing up. I say "growing up", but I mean in elementary school. My sister and I used to dance around to Suicide Blonde  and screech about wanting to be suicide blondes whenever we grew up. The closest I've ever gotten was getting my hair cut and permed to look like Micheal Hutchence in the 3rd grade.


I think it goes without saying, that I am a big Greg Ashley fan. We pretend to be siblings, his voice is so deliciously smooth in a strange deep tenor sort of way, we've known each other for almost two decades, and well, he's made some excellent music. There is also a huge sense of hometown pride following his musical career. Having said that, I was completely taken aback as I watched him play this past week in San Fransisco. He played a song that I had never heard before and I couldn't get it out of my head for days, until I finally asked him about it. He was recording the Zoobombs and really liked a song of theirs and decided to cover it, but change the sentiment from happy to miserable. In his version he sings, "You make me feel like shit, I want to kill myself, I want to kill myself..." instead of the pop "Stay with me my big friend, I want to be your friend, I want to be your friend..." Both versions are playing on repeat in my head! 


If I had my way, BBC and I would not only be walking down the isle to Beyonce's Halo, but it would also be our first dance. This song tears me up in my soul in the best way possible.


And, to close it out on a rock n' roll note, I give you my favorite Rolling Stones song.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

EDIM: Bay Area Vacation Photos

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 28: Only pictures

San Francisco and Oakland travel blog as told by vacation photos:

car2go parking at ABIA

1st Virgin flight from Austin to San Francisco

Our bed at Ghostown Recording Studios

Beach at the Albany Landfill

Albany Landfill rubix cube

Albany Landfill view of San Fransisco

BBC at the Nasty Club, Albany Landfill

Albany Landfill

Albany Landfill

Greg's casket garden

Rooftop drinks: Brittany, Lacey, LD, and Greg
Pigeon graffiti in The Mission


Greg & Yea-Ming by some sculpture

Alcatraz Ferry: Greg, LD, BBC


Gorgeous Flora at Alcatraz

Alcatraz Gardens

Alcatraz birds nesting

BBC in the Rec Yard
BBC high atop the Rec Yard

Visiting hours

Look at that skyline! San Fran from Alcatraz

Dropping a deuce in Cellblock B

Drinks aboard the Alcatraz Ferry

Our Alcatraz triple date
Mai Tais at the Empress of China

BBC's head looks photoshopped onto his body

Brittany, BBC, and LD at Empress of China

Just us gals! Lacey, Beth, Brittany, LD

Pigeon Man in East Oakland

BBC dropping some beats

Matt, deep in recording thought

Mix-Master Greg

Monday, May 27, 2013

EDIM: A Letter From San Fransico

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 27: A letter to your readers.

Dear Readers,

I have to come clean. I am currently in San Fransisco and I am not blogging every day in May as I have promised. I pre-wrote all the requisite blogs for this week and I'm publishing from the west coast. I call that ingenuity!


Sunday, May 26, 2013

EDIM: Medical Marijuana Miracles

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 26: Something you read online.

I have chronic illness, basically a handful of Autoimmune Disorders, and yes, I use marijuana. It's interesting writing that, because I feel like I'm taking a stand or a risk. After all, it's illegal. For the last year or so, I have stopped taking pain medication daily and smoke pot when I'm in pain. I used to throw back a bottle of hydrocodone (or goofballs as I call them) a month, but it has been so long since I last needed them that I no longer have a valid prescription. In my humble opinion, this is a good thing, which brings me to this article that I read online:

Smoking Marijuana Causes "Complete Remission" of Crohn's Disease, No Side Effects, New Study Shows

I find this exciting, and perhaps will pave the way for legal, medical marijuana use nationwide. Personally, I have known 3 people with Crohn's and all three of them were greatly aided by the use of marijuana.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

EDIM: Polka Dots are Pretty, Even on Faces

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 25: Something someone told you about yourself that you'll never forget.  

As you all probably know, I have freckles; a lot of them. I'm pretty neutral about it, but growing up with freckles was surprisingly harder than some of you might expect. In elementary school, my crush drew my name for Secret Santa and instead of professing his undying love for me, he gave me a used copy of Judy Blume's Freckle Juice.  I was hysterical, but my amazing mum lessened the heartache by insisting the we make the damned freckle juice and before I even had a chance to drink the disgusting concoction, I had already forgotten about Dan whats-his-name.

There were lots of freckle-bashing moments as a young girl and most of them ended in tears. The thing that stands out the most for me, however, is something my Aunt Lorriane once said to me. She was in her twenties and very, very cool! She took us to the roller skating rink on Friday nights and would ask boys to couple skate with me because I was too shy to do it myself. Also, not many 6th grade boys wanted to skate with a 2nd grader, but I'm pretty sure she promised to skate with them afterwards if they were nice to me.

2nd grade, up and coming model

One day, when I was surely in freckle-face hysterics, Lorianne told me that she had freckles when she was a little girl. I was stunned. She was so pretty and cool, I just couldn't believe she had what my Uncle Mike called, "fart marks" on her face. That day she promised me that when I turned 21 my freckles would go away and I never forgot about it.

It might sound silly, but the promise that my freckles would go away is the most memorable thing about myself I've ever been told. I remembered and believed it, and on the eve of my 21st birthday when I stood in front of a mirror I took, what I thought was, one last look at my freckled-face. I wasn't an idiot, but I honestly said goodbye to my freckles thinking that they would be gone whenever I woke up. Well guys, I still have freckles!

And, if you would like freckles, you can read THIS ridiculous article about how some women are faking freckles to appear youthful.

Friday, May 24, 2013

EDIM: Faulty Traits

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 24: Your top 3 worst traits

This is a relatively simple blog prompt for me, as I have been vowing, as New Year's resolutions, to correct these 3 things for the last few years.
  • I'm an interrupter! It's really bad, y'all and completely rude. It isn't that I think what I have to say is more important than other people, but I just get so excited participating in conversations. I started working harder on correcting this fault of mine, as it really upsets my sweetie. I frequently interrupt him when he's telling a story by trying to finish the story he's  telling me. Half the time, whatever he is telling me isn't what I expected, yet I still make up an ending for him.
  • Every time I re-tell a story, which I do frequently, it gets grander and more magical. Naturally, this leads to fanciful stories with extra, colorful details spotted throughout. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm a great story teller and I have loads of true-to-life material, but it is disappointing when your best friend has to ask if something really happened of it it was a "mind movie".
  • When meeting new people, I almost immediately forget their name, even if they just told it to me. I'm trying to remedy this by saying their name at least 4 times in my head after learning it. However, it doesn't always work and I still think Jordan's name is Adrienne every time I see her.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

EDIM: Schools A Fool

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 23: Things you've learned that school won't teach you

I learned a lot in school, in both my primary and higher education, and the best thing I learned is that a college education isn't completely necessary. Personally, I went to school to become and artist; something that doesn't require an education. I also firmly believe, even after earning an art degree, you would be making money at art, regardless of having a degree, if you had any talent to begin with. I, friends, do not have the talent to be an artist. Anyhow, enough with my slight rant and onto today's blog prompt.

Things I learned that school didn't teach me, in order of their usefulness:
  • Kindess- Sure, schools try to teach you kindness, but I can't honestly say they're successful at it. I'm pretty sure the sharing and caring lessons ended in pre-school.
  • The value of friendship- In school I quickly learned that it sucks to eat lunch by yourself and it isn't fun being bullied, but the true value of friendship is a lesson that only life can teach you.
  • Following your dreams is bullshit, unless everyday of your life is already spent following your dreams. That may sound cynical, so perhaps this will be clearer. I was taught in school that I could do anything I wanted to, yet then I was pressured into trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I still have no clue what I want to do and I spent years and tens of thousands of dollars following an art whim from childhood. If you're in your 30s, love baking cakes, and make amazing cakes, then sure, you should follow your dreams and open up a cake shop, but if you don't have a passion, there's no need to search for one. I've learned, more recently, that my passion is just to enjoy every day and well, nearly any profession facilitates that.
  • And for some comic relief, sex-ed never taught me how to use a tampon. I had to learn that through trial and error, namely, walking around Six Flags with the entire tampon and applicator shoved so uncomfortably in my body that I couldn't even ride a roller coaster.
  • This may be cheating, but something I was  taught in school, but haven't mastered in real life is time math. I am so terrible at time math, it's debilitating. Recently, BBC and I showed up to friends' wedding 4.5 hours too early!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

EDIM: San F-Rant-sisco

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 22: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. 

I'm in San Francisco, I'm in San Francisco, I'm in San Francisco!!!! That's all I want to rant about today!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

EDIM: The Best of "It's me... the LD"

EVERY DAY IN MAY, DAY 21: A list of links to your favorite posts in your archives

Here are my favorite blog posts, in chronological order: