Thursday, July 28, 2011

Brilliant Juxta"position"


It was suggested that Tuesday's blog was a tad on the "pejorative" side.  Uh...ouch...knife to my heart!  This blog has been buoyed by happy sunshine, unicorns and rainbows, daily celebrations and things of that nature since it's inception.  Yesterday's blog was meant to 85% entertain, 10% inform and 5% get an "amen" from my girls...(which by the way...it totally did).  My readership of five all agreed it was quite funny and "true"...with the exception of my one who said it was pejorative.  It bothered me all night long.  (Of course it did...I am a "pleaser" and I never want anyone to be disappointed in me.)  

So...here's the real deal, the "skinny" if you will....

This blog entry was not about one particular person, per se.  Although, I will grant you,  it does read that way.  Sometimes....(eek...gasp...) I embellish for dramatic purposes.  There...I said it!  No...my stories are not made up (a la A Million Little Pieces).  Should Oprah "discover" me she won't find years later that I fabricated these stories.  They are all real, real-lived, real-pathetic!  

Indeed a conversation with a girlfriend or an actual event might spark an idea.  And...like any good social researcher (I just gave myself that title and coordinating tiara) I report my "results" (real life poop situations) to the general public.  In my "professional" experience my "results" have shown (through a series of controlled experiments with "blind" subjects over a number of years) that most boys don't ask interesting personal questions.  And c'mon....asking the real questions is a blast!  I don't understand why they want to miss out on the fun?

As I drove home last night...one iconic image kept coming to mind as I considered what I had written and how it was interpreted.  Here it is....interpret it as you will.  I know what my interpretation is and I will never tell...lest the wrath of Gloria befall me!


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Is It Too Much To Ask?

Hang on a second....let me get the right music in the background for this post.

Yes, yes y'all...another installment of "What She Really Means Is."  

This particular topic hadn't occupied my thoughts recently for a number of reasons.  Having said that, due to some current communication (that I refuse to answer any questions about...and I MEAN it!) this issue has reared it's ugly head again.  Here we go:

PRECIOUS FEW MEN ASK REAL QUESTIONS!

Here's the thing...if you are trying to get to know me...wouldn't it make sense you ask me questions?  And when I say questions I do not mean the following:
How are you?
How is your day?
What are you doing?
What did you do last night?
What are you doing tomorrow?
Do you want to have sex?

You get the point.  While the aforementioned questions are legitimate (and when asked genuinely they are much appreciated) they just don't get you very far in determining whether or not you intend to spend a second longer trying to get to know me.  These are surface questions.  Now....I am a VERY verbose person and I can answer each of these with a paragraph or two...if I really want to.  But the fact that these are the only questions I am being asked day in and day out...I am apt to:
a) answer them with one word
and eventually
b) blow you off altogether.

I want to know things like (God forbid):
Where were you born?
Where were you raised?
Siblings?
Married, Divorced, Single? (This one is critical for obvious reasons.)
Beatles or Elvis?
Beatles or Rolling Stones?
What makes you excited? (In the non-sexual way, calm down!  That comes later..no pun!)
Where do you worship?
Favorite spot in town?
Beach or Lake?
Italian or Mexican?
Run or Swim?
Vanilla or Chocolate?
Do you like the sound of your own voice?
Do you sleep late?
What do you do for a living?
What did you study?
Where did you study?

Again, you get the point.

So in this ritual of "getting to know one another".....boys.....I highly suggest raising the interest level of your questions if your interest level has been raised by a particular young lady.  If not....she thinks you aren't really interested in the unique, tiny traits that make her irresistible.
Jason: I have no interest in spending a second of my time with any other woman but you....and Eartha Kitt.
Lorelai: Well, sure!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

What You do in Your Free Time is your Business?

While visiting Florida I attempted to study for my Accounting class and failed miserably!  I found EVERY excuse on the Internet to NOT study.  Mom walked in and told me I needed to study....flashback....and told me to stop wasting time on the Internet.  (I was busy pinning and pinning and pinning and checking out what Tracy Brattin Gerdes was pinning and pinning and pinning.)  Anyhow....I said something like, "Isn't what you waste your time doing what maybe you should be doing in real life?"  I mean...I don't necessarily know how to translate pinning and blogging and facebooking into a true profession that rewards with decent revenue (accounting word...Ta-Daaaaaa!) but if there were a Ph.D. in it...you could call me "Doctor!"

Then, as if by divine intervention, I saw this "pinned!"  I couldn't have summed it up better myself.  In fact, I wasn't nearly this succinct...but I had the main idea.
So if there is any truth to this...I should make a profession out of wasting time, reading design magazines, thinking about cooking, baking and designing, reading, blogging, pinning, facebooking.....

Friday, July 22, 2011

Mary Goes to Camp



Mom goes on vacation, Mary Gertrude goes to camp....SA Doggy Boot Camp, to be exact!

Clarke and Lucille Young are my new favorite people!  Not only does Clarke Young train your pet...he and his wife, Lucille will board your dog if they are under 30 lbs!  And guess what...your dog comes back a calmer, gentler version than when they left!  

Mary has been receiving in home training, but Clarke offers classes throughout San Antonio.  His method is simple and calm.  I have seen an enormous change in Mary and am so grateful to Clarke and Lucille for boarding her...twice now!  (Mary loves their dog Mico.  They play and play...they are similar in age.)  

I highly recommend Clarke Young!  Doggy manners are of critical importance.  Mary still needs a lot of work...and thanks to Clarke I have tools in my tool box for modifying behaviors.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Gypsy


Look what Mama scored at Uncommon Objects!  A rockin' bust of a gypsy.  Hot dang!  And the price was Unbelievable-10%=Ridiculous Score for Patty.  Sometimes I amaze myself!  

Friday, July 8, 2011

Not too drunk...Just drunk enough....


Dear Bethenny,

Thank you for sharing your drink with me.  Not only is it delicious and light, I don't have to do a damn thing except open the bottle and pour.  How delightful...considering that your drink makes me want to open bottle after bottle after bottle (but in a safe place where no driving is involved!)  The first evening I had Skinnygirl Margaritas I was (allegedly) overheard repeating, "These are GREAT....thank you Bethenny....because Skinnygirl Margaritas don't make you too drunk, they make you just drunk enough!"  (Enough for what, I am not sure!)

In addition, I would like to thank you for sharing your life with me!  My friends and I all agree...we think we would love to include you among our circle of friends for your sense of style and humor; but most importantly for your unapologetic honesty about yourself and others.  Thanks for letting us into your house, into your life and into your personal therapy.  You give us girls a lot of hope and inspiration.  I think we all feel that if Bethenny can "do it," well damn it, so can we!  

Now, I must run and enjoy my Skinnygirl Margarita for the evening!

Love,

Patty
"I am not sure he is the Ivy League type, though.  He might need more of a hacky-sacking, poetry reading, tie-dying kind of place...like Reed or Oberlin where the air is sweet with the scent of patchouli."
-Lorelai
Yes, my dog gets her own section now.  She is permanent.  We are a "unit"...so I figured this was the least I could do!  Plus she's just so darn cute I have to post her hip photos....
Happy Friday, friends.....

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

"Unseen, Unsought and Uncertain"


I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman.  Every woman I've ever met feels it-something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does.  An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she is.  I am not enough, and, I am too much at the same time.  Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough.  But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy.  The result is Shame, the universal companion of women.  It haunts us, nipping at our heels, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone.

After all, if we were better women-whatever that means-life wouldn't be so hard.  Right?  We wouldn't have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts.  Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them?  Why do our days seem so unimportant, not filled with romance and adventure but with duties and demands?  We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us.  We feel unsought-that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us, to get past our messiness to find the woman deep inside.  And we feel uncertain-uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.

Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more.  Oh, we long for intimacy and for adventure; we long to be the Beauty of some great story.  But the desires set deep in our hearts seem like a luxury, granted only to those women who get their acts together.  The message to the rest of us-whether from a driven culture or a drive church is-try harder.

-John and Stasi Eldredge

A dear friend gifted this book to me.  This excerpt is from the very beginning....it grabbed me, immediately, on so many levels.  I kept thinking, "Yes, yep, that's me, wow, uh-huh, Amen, Thank you!"  I am about 60 pages in and hope to share more.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Kardashian

I once dated a guy who had a thought, repeated it over and over again, wrote it down a few times and would attribute it to himself with a "-Insert Name of Lunatic Here."  It wasn't a terribly profound thought....given his intelligence I felt he produced much more memorable "conversables."  Be that as it may....I thought it was very arrogant, pompous, and asinine to "quote" himself.  Who does that?  Nobody!  Really important people say really great things and SOMEONE ELSE attributes the line to them and then it goes down in history.

However...tonight...I will allow myself this ONE exception because it was so good.

Scene: South Alamo Street
Friend: I told her she needs to stop wearing leggings and oversized shirts.
Me: What she needs to do is stop being a Kardashian and start being a Kardashian!

Brilliant, I know!  Feel free to use it when necessary....but please, remember to attribute it to ME!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Cheers


www.brunelloshavemorefun.com
So....I am not going to pretend to be someone I am not.  I am not a wine person.  I don't know a thing about wine.  I know I am attracted to pink wines...because, well, they are pink.  However, I "came up" in the era where pink wines were definitely de classe; but a large bottle of pink St. Genevive always did the trick in college.  If, of course, the trick is blissful intoxication; rather than purposeful, respectful epicurean delight.  

When, and if, I am obligated to select a wine I find I am intrigued by the graphic quality of the label, the cleverness of the name, the do-able-ness of the price.  Rarely do I give any thought to what might be lurking "inside" the bottle and how that might delight (or offend) the senses of the recipient.

Never mind the fact that wine often brings on an immediate, blood throbbing head ache.  IF I want to enjoy I have to go on the defensive with either 4 Advil or a migraine medication and IF I am lucky I won't fall victim to the stabbing, nagging feeling in my head.  Most "learned" wine drinkers follow up with, "Well, you just aren't drinking the right types of wine; good, quality wines."  I don't doubt that my budget and lack of knowledge steer me towards head ache enacting wines.  And, I will be the first to admit that I never experienced a head ache in either France or Italy.  That solves it....I will just have to cross the pond when I have a hankering for a good glass of wine.  Sure, there might be something to this whole idea...I just don't know what it is or how to navigate around it.  

Having admitted to my poor, poor taste and understanding of the luxurious appeal and experience of wine I still enjoy knowing about it and sort of, live vicariously, through enthusiasts who I find are usually really rabid about their passion.

Brunellos Have More Fun is exactly the type of blog that allows me enjoy without having to imbibe.  (Although I sure would like to!)  Whitney, the creator of this particular blog, has brought a voice to wine that goes beyond just the experience of a sniff, a swirl, a sip, a nose, a bouquet, etc.  She invites the reader into the world of a wine lover.  She not only offers her knowledge of wine, she shares where "wine" has taken her and how it has shaped her life.  She also gives a peek into what a wine lover might wear, how an outfit can speak volumes about the wine that goes with it, what to serve with "sipper" and how you, too, might become equally as passionate as she is!

I met Whitney years ago.  She was my cousin's room mate in New York, well, Brooklyn to be exact.  I don't know that her love of wine had yet been birthed as they were both working on their respective theatrical careers at the time.  Years later they are both still together, in Los Angeles, and their lives have taken them down very different paths.  I have kept up with Whitney's endeavors (here and there) through Marisa; but I did not realize she had a blog.  If you live in the Los Angeles area and need a person who will tailor your wine curiosities specifically to you....call on this young lady.  

Cheers, Whitney.  Beautiful blog, beautiful work....

Monday, June 27, 2011

Marisa Q


Friends...please take a moment to visit this website.  Turn the TV off, sit with a cup of hot tea and listen to the soulful voice in the music section.  If you "like" what you see...link up to Facebook and "like" 
Marisa Quintanilla-Actress!


www.MarisaQ.com launched today and I could not be more excited!  

I am so proud of you.  You are an inspiration to me.  I have had the honor and privilege of watching you grow into the amazing human being you are today; despite tough, tough odds and obstacles that seemed insurmountable.  Your resolve and determination has often left me speechless and in awe.  You have shown me the true meaning of the relentless pursuit of one's dreams. 

You are beautiful, both inside and out; but most importantly you are strong, independent and tenacious.  Your courage is an inspiration to me!  Keep holding me to the same standard you hold yourself.  We both know I need reminders from time to time!

My prayer has been, and will continue to be, that He lead you down a path for His greater glory and that He continue to allow you to practice your crafts.  May His spirit always guide you towards Him in any endeavor you may pursue.  

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Wholly Guacamole

I am lovin' my new guacamole recipe.  It goes a little something like this:

Juice of 2 large limes (3 medium)
Zest of 1/2 lime
Zest of 1/4 orange
2 cloves garlic (chopped)
1-2 tablespoons olive oil
Salt (big pinch)
Pepper

In a lage bowl; whisk the above listed ingredients.

3 tomatoes (seeded)
4 large avocados
2-3 green onions (white and green parts)
Cilantro (as much as your heart desires)

Toss tomatoes, avocado, onions and cilantro in bowl and smash away!

Serve with whatever you fancy....but I highly suggest a Skinny Girl Margarita, a pool and dear friends!

Enjoy.....

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dog Days of Summer

I am feeling extraordinarily defeated today.  How can a 10 lb mass of fur dominate me?  How am I allowing it?  I think I am doing the right things, and yet, I have taken a true beating today.  What is it about my character, my demeanor that is allowing this dog to believe she can dominate any and all situations?

From a behavioral standpoint I realize that any time change is introduced situations become worse; before they become better.  When Clarke was here last night, Mary was an entirely different dog.  He left and she unleashed on me.  She went on a 3-4 minute tirade and I was unable to make any headway despite the tools he gave me.  She did it again this morning.

The cats are setting her off...almost on purpose.  And when they are fighting and I try to diffuse the situation by bringing Mary's excitement level down she inevitably bites my leg in the process.

Today I have been bitten no less than 50 times.  I have had a migraine and the medication has made me very sleepy.  I desperately want to lay down....and then complete some homework; but I can't.  I can't get anything done.  It took me an hour to get out of this house and to the pharmacy (and that was without makeup and hair pulled back).

Maybe I am not cut out for this?  Mary is a high energy dog and I am a low energy person.

There...I feel better having just written it all down.  I just got bit five times; but I finally got the submissive response.  This is a terribly painful process...both literally and figuratively.  I feel like a horrible failure.

PS...This is probably why God does not want me to have children.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

And it always will be......

After one too many oaky, smooth glasses of Blanton's on the rocks....I would like to pose a Carrie Bradshaw-like question.....

Are you ever really prepared to hear "the news" you knew you would one day hear?  Are you less prepared when you don't have similar "news" to report?  Are you less of a person for wondering when your break might come?  Does it really have anything to do with anyone other than the most selfish version of yourself?

My new dishwasher is really loud.....

And, by the way, I am not selling my house.

Monday, June 6, 2011

So far....

I arrived at Northwest Vista College over an hour early to orient myself to the campus (it has grown a LOT since my last period of enrollment) and get some of the housekeeping out of the way.

So far:

1) I parked on the other side of the campus!  This uncommonly uncharacteristic of me.  I have a very good handle on maps and a highly tuned inner compass.  Enjoyed the 15 minute walk in 100 degree weather.  Forced myself to look on the bright side....I strolled around the "Lago Vista" and enjoyed the sound of the various fountains.
2) Got my ID.  That was simple.  No stories, no complaints.
3) Registered for a parking decal.  Was asked if I was "Faculty or Student."  Ouch!  (I think.)  Judging from the looks of "the typical student" I will take that one as a compliment.  I won't go into descriptors; but this is a tough crowd...this younger generation.
4) Finally get to Pecan Hall and hear a lady screaming, as she comes down the stairs, "I BOMBED this class last semester."  As I turn the corner you wouldn't believe the textbook she it holding?  Yes, the one, the only $200 dollar Accounting book that is the text my class is using.
5) Professor walks in and says, "Is this French 244?"  I laugh....everyone else looks stone cold blank.
6) A kid walks in decked out in Nike from head to toe...the professor says, "Nike is paying you, right?"  He is funny!
7) He refers to computers as "confusers!"
8) I took a quiz and got a 5 out of 5.  Now all I need is to accumulate 995 more points to ace this sucker. Have I mentioned half the class is taking this a second time...should I be worried?
9) Professor brings up the 1929 Stock Market Crash.....the boy who likes to "shred" his guitar asks, "Was Enron around back then?"  He says, "No....and they aren't around now.  Neither is Arthur Andersen."  Again...blank stares.
10) Despite being the oldest student...by at least a decade...I am the only one who brought a laptop.  The rest of them are just using their phones.  I am more of a relic than I thought.....

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

My HGTV


New format....video blogging.  This one is a bit long...but I have never been known for brevity.   It appears the audio and video don't match up very well.  I wonder if I am doing something wrong.  It if bugs ya...don't look...just listen!


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What Are The Thousand Splendid Suns?




"A Thousand Splendid Suns is a breathtaking story set against the volatile events of Afghanistan’s last thirty years—from the Soviet invasion to the reign of the Taliban to the post-Taliban rebuilding—that puts the violence, fear, hope, and faith of this country in intimate, human terms. It is a tale of two generations of characters brought jarringly together by the tragic sweep of war, where personal lives—the struggle to survive, raise a family, find happiness—are inextricable from the history playing out around them.

Propelled by the same storytelling instinct that made The Kite Runner a beloved classic, A Thousand Splendid Suns is at once a remarkable chronicle of three decades of Afghan history and a deeply moving account of family and friendship. It is a striking, heart-wrenching novel of an unforgiving time, an unlikely friendship, and an indestructible love—a stunning accomplishment."


Not too many books have a lingering impact on me.  This book did!  Since I turned the last page I have been thinking....non-stop....about how lucky I am.  It has also made me consider the concept of your country as your "home"....the place you want to be despite the devastation.  Beyond that, I am so proud to live in a country where I, as a woman, am afforded every freedom that my male counterparts are allowed.  Bless all those who have gone before me and paved the way.  There is still so much work to be done, here at home, and in other countries.  

Book club questions of the night:  Do we (The United States) belong in these other countries....trying to sort through their battles?  Do we (The United States) have the capability to understand, let alone "fix," religious wars that have been going on for centuries?  If we do "leave"....will our work survive?  

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Legitimacy in Encountering Others, Ourselves and Christ

What we have most in common is not religion but humanity.  I learned this from my religion, which also teaches me that encountering another human being is as close to God as I may ever get-in the eye-to-eye thing, the person-to-person thing-which is where God's Beloved has promised to show up.  Paradoxically, the point is not to see Him.  The point is to see the person standing right in front of me, who has no substitute, who can never be replaced, whose heart holds things for which there is no language, whose life is an unsolved mystery.  The moment I turn that person into a character in my own story, the encounter is over.  I have stopped being a human being and become a fiction writer instead.
-Barbara Brown Taylor from An Altar in the World

So this raises an interesting question.  When I "hypothetically" presented a very real scenario in my previous "What She Really Means" post....did I turn that person into a character in my own story?  And if I did....create fiction....was that fair to do via the world wide web?  

This is why...I have largely left my love life out of this blog.  Even though some of the stories are deliciously intriguing.  These people have hearts that hold things for which there is no language....with lives yet unsolved....I want to be a person who respects and acknowledges that.

I know that person isn't reading my blog....but I feel an apology needs to be issued into the universe.  
Rory: I don’t want to say anything moronic.
Lorelai: I’m afraid when your heart is involved it all comes out in “moron.”

Monday, April 25, 2011

Scene In SA Part II

 The 10th Annual Friends of The Children's Bereavement Center of South Texas Hearts in Harmony Gala was Scene in San Antonio!


 Keep true to the dreams of your youth.
I didn’t think….like you would think.  I thought like I would think.  And my thinking is sometimes very, very wrong if you aren’t me….and occasionally if you are me. -Lorelai
"When someone asks us where we want to be in our lives, the last thing that occurs to us is to look down at our feet and say, "Here, I guess, since this is where I am." 
-Barbara Brown Taylor from An Altar in the World


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Who Do You Think You Are?


Is anyone else watching this show?  I have become enchanted with NBC's Who Do You Think You Are.  Since my brain is frankly too tired to try to explain the concept (even though it isn't all that difficult) I have chosen to "copy" the description from the Who Do You Think You Are website.
NBC's acclaimed alternative series "Who Do You Think You Are?" follows some of today's most beloved and iconic celebrities as they embark on personal journeys of self-discovery to trace their family trees. From the trenches of the Civil War to the shores of the Caribbean, and from the valleys of Virginia to the island nations of Australia and Ireland, each episode will reveal surprising, inspiring and sometimes tragic stories that are often linked to events in American and international history.
The celebrities featured in the second season are Gwyneth Paltrow, Tim McGraw, Rosie O’Donnell, Steve Buscemi, Kim Cattrall, Lionel Richie, Vanessa Williams and Ashley Judd.
Each week, a different celebrity is taken on a quest into his or her family history. The search is one of surprising and deeply emotional encounters, resulting in one of the most compelling reality formats of recent years. During each episode, viewers will be taken on a personal and often mysterious quest following some of America's best-known celebrities into their ancestral pasts, as they uncover stories of heroism and tragedy, love and betrayal, secrets and intrigue, that lie at the heart of their family history.
At the same time, "Who Do You Think You Are?" celebrates the twists and turns of a great nation and the people who made their way here in search of freedom and opportunity. As each celebrity discovers his or her unknown relatives - most of whom overcame hard times - the show will take viewers back through world history to expose how the lives of everyone's collective ancestors have shaped our world today.
From Executive Producers Lisa Kudrow ("Friends," "The Comeback") and Dan Bucatinsky ("Lipstick Jungle," "The Comeback"), in conjunction with their production company, Is or Isn't Entertainment, and Shed Media U.S., the series is an adaptation of the award-winning hit British television documentary series from Wall to Wall Productions, created and executive produced by Alex Graham. Jennifer O'Connell and Al Edgington also serve as executive producers.



The second season ended last Friday with the impeccable Ashley Judd searching for answers regarding her paternal ancestry. 

Here is what Ashley blogged (February 25, 2011) prior to the her episode:

Who Do You Think You Are? is one of the most wonderful experiences of all my born days. I have indeed been amazed, and as Dario predicted, I have wept my way through some of the revelations. The producer said he would bet his career on my episode, and yes, he gets to keep his career. It is a doozie. I can’t reveal anything as yet; it airs 8 April, then I can discuss the extraordinary people who are my ancestors! The researchers began working on my genealogy a year ago! They asked what I might like to learn, what questions I might have for my people. I said I wondered if there were any activists in my background, any agitators for social change, champions of the poor, or reform. Were there people of exceptional faith, charity, hope? Who was the God of my ancestors’ understanding? Were there any rabble rousers? Is there an explanation for where my urgent need for justice comes from, my passion for ecumenical tolerance, my desire to protect the vulnerable, for a fair, equitable society? I have had many of these questions answered in spades. I can give one hint: Today I was at Cambridge University. When the porter who escorted me asked what all I might like to see, I said, “the lecture halls.” I miss graduate school. I dearly miss being dedicated exclusively to study. I am very afraid of neglecting my intellectual growth.

 She learned that her direct grandfather, 13 generations back, William Brewster, was instrumental in the "Brownist" movement in England....the primary group of religious separatists initiating the eventual pilgrimage popularly known as "The Mayflower."  She was quite shocked to learn that she had any ties to England since she had spent her entire life describing herself as a Sicilian, hillbilly rabble rouser.  

Certainly we all know Ashely Judd as an actress; but she is also a proud humanitarian focusing on the rights of women in third world countries, poverty, public health, human rights and social justice.  She earned a graduate degree from Harvard's Kennedy School of Government and continues to dedicate her time to critically important humanitarian causes.  Her social activism dates back to her undergraduate years at The University of Kentucky. 

Ashley used a phrase that has stuck with me since Friday night.  She said, "blah blah blah....the narrative that has informed my life."  (I used it in a conversation with a friend on Sunday....so, friend, I must admit....those words were not my own.  I can not claim them.)  She was proud, almost relieved, to know that rabble rouser-ism is simply woven into her DNA and she referred to that particular characteristic as "the narrative that has informed her life," and likely the lives of others in her lineage.

I began thinking we all have familiar narratives that inform our lives and allow us the unique experience of "belonging."  We can share that narrative with others and find comfort in the knowledge that a shared narrative offers a certain sense of legitimacy.  However, each of us has a unique narrative that informs our lives, and our lives, only.  More of an "inter-personal" narrative rather than an "intra-personal" narrative.  Only one, and one person alone, can know their own narrative.  Sometimes those types of narratives can inform our lives in horribly traumatic ways and manifest themselves in often maladaptive behavior.  Conversely, the joyful, personal narrative informs our lives in loving and gracious ways.  And for the most resilient: the negative narrative informs a life in a way that produces the most courageous, least expected, oft respected manifestations of life's glory.  

So...I feel like, at this point, I have written myself in circles.  The point I am, so poorly, trying to articulate and arrive at is this: 
Every one's experiences inform their lives in a completely unique manner.  Given that their narrative is....just that....THEIR narrative....there is no possible way I can ever truly understand another person and I should really just stop trying!  Similarly, my narrative is mine and I often feel the deep and critical analysis of my life by others is absolutely unwelcome. (Unless, of course, I am paying you....then that is a completely different story.)

Wow....that was wildly tangential.  However....you have now been provided a tiny little window into the thought processes that go on inside this vivid, colorful landscape.....

As a side note...in researching for this entry I came across Ashley Judd's website.  I am FASCINATED!
Visit Ashley's website here.

I am going to spend the rest of this evening reading her blog entries.  She is a wicked wordsmith....a trait I admire above many others.
You feed your body every day.
You must also feed your mind.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Mary, Mary....Why Ya Buggin'?

Fun with my new application, "Vintage Scene."  Enjoy photos of my little Mary Gertrude.....