My First Meme

My SaYH friend, Kim, tagged me for a meme, so I decided to go for it. I've never done one before....be gentle with me. And pardon me for not tagging anyone else. I think everyone I know has already been tagged. Okay, here we go.......seven things I love.
1. The biggest thing around here.....hubby, aka The Clueless One. We met when we were 19 and were married within 6 months. It was love at first sight for me.....lust at first sight for him but he came around eventually. No one loves me more, frustrates me more, hurts me more, or makes me feel safer than him. After growing up together, I can't imagine a life without him. In fact, we have argued about who will die first because neither one of us wants to face life without the other. Sappy, eh?

2. The two handsome men that I get to call my sons. They are as different as night and day but each are a delight. The oldest gave me three beautiful little girls that call me "Momo". I know the youngest will get on board with the grandkid thing one of these days. I would prefer he find the woman he is meant to be with first.

3. Plants....especially the ones that flower. I am passionate about trying to make the pitiful land I live on bloom with beauty. I have got to have trees, and bushes that screen me from neighbors. It is the most frustrating thing in my life. I live on a rock shelf held together with a thin layer of clay glue. Nothing delights me more than seeing something I have grown, bloom. Thank God my water is the best in the world!

4.My animals. I am a sucker for animals. I have a problem with empathy. I can feel things from animals. It's kind of weird, hard to explain, and harder to live with. I want to take home every animal I see and make them a good life. That said....my current favorites are Missy, Lucy, Tigger, and Jack. My little buddies, spoiled brats, and comforts.

5. My church. I love the fact that they don't subscribe to any man derived religion. I am free to discover all the facets of God without having to put him in a denominational box. It is so very sad the way man has invented religious do's and don't's to wrestle people into conforming to their ideals by trying to make God into a bad guy. He really isn't. He is pure love, and I love the way my church is free to express that. Oh, and God didn't invent religion. Look it up.

6. My sister. My best friend in the whole world. The one person who has walked the same road I have in life. We have walked it together. Sometimes veering off, but always back on it helping the other to make it back. She shares the same life experiences though through different eyes. I love spending time with her.

7.Weather. I am one of those people that would watch nothing but the weather channel if it weren't for the global warming loonies that appear regularly. When it is yet another hot, dry day here, I turn on the weather channel to watch it rain somewhere. When it is another dry warm winter, I turn to the tv to watch it snow somewhere. I can't sleep if it is storming because I am too wired and want to watch it. I can't tell how many times I have woken in the middle of the night, not knowing why, until I look out a window and discover that snow is falling. I should have been a meteorologist, or a storm chaser.

That's it. I will probably think of a dozen other things that I should have listed, but I guess this will have to do.....let it go to fly freely.

Black Thursday

There was a family reunion in heaven today. At approximately 11 a.m., Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Son, and Dad held out their arms to recieve the next boy. Elva Sylvanus Scott, Jr. was a great man who lived an extraordinary life. Dedicated to his wife, his church, and his kids, he left them all behind this morning to embrace his parents and siblings.
Go with God, Scotty, go with God.

Otter: You forgot Uncle Jack. Very good announcement, thanks. I will dig up some special pictures later to share.

Cubedog: Um, no I didn't, just not sure he was there....maybe, ok, benefit of the doubt.

Why

I get an incredible amount of shit over my fascination with skulls.
I've been called everything from satanist, to 'evil', to 'weird.
So once and for all I am compiling some things here, so I can direct folks to come to the blog and leave me alone.
I found this explanation online and I love it...so I stole it:

(Oh, in art, the skull is called 'momento mori')
“memento mori” is a latin phrase that when translated, states “remember that you are mortal”.
the term became widely used in the 15th century and became synonymous with the term “carpe diem”
or “seize the day”. these sayings and icons became visual reminders that life on earth is fleeting
and one should live every day to its fullest potential.
Very good explanation.
So now for some illustration;
First from St. Peter's Basilica, tomb of Alexander (some #), bronze and marble:

Franz Hals:

and one I never knew about before today....Vincent VanGogh

There are many other examples in classical art...Google it.

The image has been bastardized by the Neo-Goth movement, bikers, etc. Not my problem. Oh, and just remember this...most classical skeleton sculptures an memento mori were executed (no pun intended) in service to the church.

So, get off my arse!

ps: I am adding the 'definition' to my Rav profile

TRF-Part Dos

Well it was nice to open the garage door and be enthusiastically greeted after my "getting home misadventure".

I told you the story of my day when we were on the phone, but I thought I'd give you a peek at Bob's day:

First Bob was cranky. We got to the Fair 2 hours early, cuz I forgot about Daylight Savings Time.Shopping for a new mug
Hungry and ready for feast. I had to eat the fruit and chesse, Bob just wanted beef. He had to wait 3 courses.
Tired, ready to go home.Its been a tiring weekend, I can't believe I'm doing this again in 4 days, but the bigger question is: Why does my kitchen smell like funnel cakes?

Tx Ren Fest. Part One

I'm back at the hotel now; trying to cool off. This was not the year for leather. I think I'll go for Tex-Mex tonight cuz I just sweated off more than a few pounds. Y'know, I like coming out here cuz I always see something that makes me say, "Thank you God." This year it was a woman in size (probably)8-10 jeans and a belly built for a size 14-16. I thought, "Thank you God, for giving me the good sense to know what DOESN"T FREAKING FIT ME!"

Of course there's always the white hippos in nothing but chainmail. That's a given and you just have to pity to poor little classless peice of crap.

On the the good stuff. Bobble Bob went to TRF this year, enjoy:

Bob wanted to have his pic taken with the Spirit of the Bells, but he was mobbed after the concert; maybe tomorrow Bob.

This one was just for me. My favorite live band: Tartanic. Fab music, pretty, talented men in skirts-what could be finer.