SPORTS

Following sports on the regular is not something I do for fun. I like watching the occasional football game, tennis match or if it's the right year the Olympics. 

I did however get caught up in the recent Woman's World Cup Soccer match Japan vs. USA. Watching them play was exhilarating and totally stressed  me out. My nerves are jangled just living life in New York City everyday and if you then put them through a penalty shot shoot out well forget it, just send me to the home so I can drool into a cup.

It was a great match and if the USA was going to lose I'm glad it was to Japan because those poor people needed some good news. Something to hang on to as they rebuild & hopefully don't have babies with four arms & two heads, but if they do they would make really good goalies.

The US team in my opinion are rockstars, working together, passing that ball with magic feet I couldn't believe it. Frankly I blame the polls I swear I saw them move and deflect 6 of the 12 shots the girls took in the first half. lol. I also would like to tell Hope Solo, that A) you're name is awesome and as someone who went as Han Solo for 3 Halloweens in a row I can say I am truly jealous. haha. B) your thigh muscles haunt my dreams and C) if your not doing anything do you want to go to the Marine Corp Ball with me?

Ooooo wait, I guess I need to be in the Marines for that huh? Well it seemed to be working for everyone else who asked!

GO USA!! See you at the Olympics!!

March as in Jo!

Every little girl reads Little Women. Every little girl however does not LIVE Little Women. Well except for me that is, you would think that my favorite version would be the one staring Kathryn Hepburn. Nope, mine is the 1949 MGM Classic starring June Allyson, Elizabeth Taylor, Janet Leigh and Margaret O'Brien. I can remember watching it one rainy afternoon with my Mother. Thinking sweet lord those dresses are enormous and thanking my lucky stars they weren't in fashion anymore.

I wouldn't have tea parties with my dolls and stuffed animals but instead pretended I was the new girl on the MGM lot going to the canteen to have lunch with the aforementioned ladies. I was a giant gay man even then, chattering about scripts, costumes, who had the smartest wigs and what a scoundrel Errol Flynn was after he had one too many.  

June Allyson or Jo March was who I wanted to be. Even though Elizabeth Taylor did have the silliest lines and wore a clothes pin on her nose when she slept. I identified with Jo the independent writer who wasn't trapped by the hoop skirt she wore but only by the times in which she lived. She stages plays for Marmee & the neighbors and throws herself into the most awkward situations escaping them with scraped knees and aplomb to rival the Prince of Wales. I have nothing but love for these little women, it's Jane Austen I want to draw & quarter.

Little Women - Trailer 1949

Best song ever...

This song, to me, is perfection. The lyrics speak on so many different levels & the way Brandi growls out the lyrics make my soul shudder. Sara Ramirez does a great diva cover of it too, but Brandi (even though she spells her name wrong, to each their own...lol) takes me on a journey through my past, present & future. It also doesn't hurt that the video is set in the theatre, which to me is the only place I see & feel the presences of God. 

So when it all gets to be just to much I hit the reset button with this tune and remember that time passes, marks you, heals you and then in the end stops to set you free. All you can do is surround yourself with those you love to spend the ticks & the tocks with...now if I could just get the stories down on paper I'd be set.

The Story...by Brandi Carlile

Demonic Inspiration

After feasting on the amazing, "Let Me In," and dozing through the third Twilight movie it occurred to me that Owen & Abbey's love make Bella & Edward look like they aren't even trying. So if you're checking your vampiric scoreboards kids it's Swedes 1 - Mormons 0.

As I sallied forth late last night after a double down birthday bash of Tiki drinks & bowling I was suddenly inspired to write a vampire tale. Here are the first few lines:

Maybe I had one too many hurricanes, but I could swear I saw a vampire leaning against the giant door of the Immaculate Conception Church. Or was he just out and about for a little ding dong dash? Either way my eye turned away for just a second as the sound of vomit spewing from Allison's usually picture perfect mouth hit the pavement. Trudie grabbed her hair and I looked back only to find he was gone.....or did he go inside?

To be continued....

Pretty, pretty please...

You see a lot of crazy things in this city of what lately seems like 13million and not the rumored 8. Last night I had a wonderful dinner out with my boss and her boyfriend. Upon returning to my treehouse, I hopped up the one step to my landing, brandished my keys and then looked right as if to check my rear view mirror and saw these:

As I was greeting Kayla who was full of love and doing her happy mommy's home dance; when this suddenly popped into my mind and immediately became my Facebook Status: "There are please don't leave me lilies in my lobby. Too bad they're not for me." 

The girl that lives in the apartment I've seen a handful of times. An attractive, young Asian girl, I say girl because she looks all of about 23, but is probably older. I've deduced that she is an attorney and I have seen a rather muscular & dashing boy with her on occasion. 

Clearly he's in trouble.

Top Ten Saddest Things

This is probably number 8 in the top ten list of boo-hoos.

A dear friend is doing some fundraising for a environmental program at the school where she teaches, if you are so inclined check it out. GREEN APPLE KIDS. The Green Apple Kids will change the world, or at least keep us from completely destroying it. 

In my faux Jew fashion I doubled down on the magic number 18 and gave them $36 for worms, trowels or whatever green thumb things they might need. When I noticed that I could include either an In honor of or In memory of notation on the gift. Now this made me very excited because I am usually acknowledging such requests in my Jewbical so to put the shoe on the other foot made me squeal with glee.

It immediately came to me what I should write. In memory of my Mother who loved her worms before they were cool. Mom in her truest form was a southern lady who loved to grow things. Digging in the yard for hours in her wide brimmed hat with gloves and a water bottle happy as a clam to be elbow deep in mulch and manure. 

This is one thing I DID NOT inherit. Even at an early age I loved being surrounded by nature, but under no circumstances did I want nature to be on me. There's a great picture of me somewhere in a diaper and cowboy boots wailing with my hands in the air because they were dirty. Even then I preferred to be poolside with a snack shack at the ready.

As I was imputing the IMO, I could attach it to an e-card. Ooooo fun I picked out a beautiful picture and typed in the text, but then I realized there was no one to send it to. The only people that would have cared aren't here anymore. I thought about changing it, but I didn't I just sent it to myself.

What I know more than anything is that it's not the tangible acknowledgement of someone knowing you are thinking about them, but that you think and act as if they are still with you. It's what they would want, to be alive in me in every small thing I do or say. So mother, here's to your worms, I hope you have a sunny patch somewhere to make beautiful things grow. 

Save me some tomatoes!!

xoxox-Princess