Mothra Lives!!

So yesterday I was out in Scooter Trash Hubby's veggie garden picking cherry tomatoes to take to my mom... We had a horrible storm a few weeks ago and all of Michael's plants have been knocked over, so navigating the garden is a little bit of a challenge... Anyway, there I was picking and smiling and thinking how much my mother will appreciate these delightful bits of yum when all of a sudden I saw what I thought was some sort of lizard... OK, after I screamed (surprisingly none of our neighbors came to my rescue- ok.. maybe not so surprising-- consider the fact I have an antisocial tendency). Upon closer inspection, it was a moth... As my oldest niece would text.. OMG!! Ya ain't kiddin' Oh My Gawd! Good grief-- I have never ever seen a moth that huge ever. I took a couple of pictures with my cell phone so the pics aren't that great, but it should give you an idea... This sucker was as as long as my hand from the tip of my pinky finger to my wrist.... icky... ewww... gross.

Another Sunday...

Sunny - Hi 106 Lo 83 for Baghdad, Iraq
Isolated Thunderstorms - Hi 97 Lo 68 for Qandahar, Afghanistan
Scattered Thunderstorms - Hi 83 Lo 65 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week: Fragile, Sting

Ramble:

Sorry, but no ramble today. I am working on my tributes for Project 2996 for Deora Bodley and Tom Burnett. I posted quite a bit this past week so feel free to read through those if you like.


I'll have my tributes up by September 11 so please come back.

One quick note to my hubby.

Happy Birthday, Michael!

I love you!







Have a great week everyone!

Listen to Your Mother

Mostly Sunny - Hi 103 Lo 77 for Baghdad, Iraq
Sunny - Hi 74 Lo 50 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week: Mama Told Me Not to Come, Three Dog Night

I will always love Three Dog Night for reasons that have nothing to do with the band or their music. The song selection is a reminder of all the things Mom tells us... and we never listened... until... well until we learned the hard way... The video is for Michael...

Ramble:

A quick post to say Happy Mother's Day. I am pleased to report Mom and I had a good visit... It was nice and I will be forever grateful. So, because I want to enjoy this beautiful Sunday... I'd like you to read my favorite post about my mother--- I wrote this in July 2005 and it is called Reflection.

My Mother and I have a strained relationship. I believe a great deal of the stress on our relationship is cultural. However, we can thankfully discuss gardening, politics (she is a serious conservative), my niece and nephews, and everything Okinawan. My brother and I have joked that when we are in her presence, we automatically feel like we are 10 years old. I don't know how she does it. Michael can probably tell you better than I what she does to me. I suppose it is the classic mother/daughter relationship. If you have ever read Amy Tan's novel, Joy Luck Club or seen the movie of the same title, that's us... There is not a woman on this planet that makes me crazier. There is not a woman on this planet that I hold in higher esteem. Of all the women in my life, she is the one that I wish I could make proud.

God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. ~Jewish Proverb

My mom is a never ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. ~Attributed to Claudia Ghandi

For the hand that rocks the cradle - Is the hand that rules the world.
~William Ross Wallace

My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.
~George Washington

Blogs and Links to Check Out This Week:

Anyone that knows me knows that my favorite plane is the C-130 Hercules... OK... OK... the one with guns really makes me smile... AC-130!! So, when I was perusing my Sitemeter report... I saw this guy... My heart skipped a beat... So, go visit Herk's View from the Sixty and Two. I think you'll like him, I know I do.

Mama Told Me (Not to Come), Three Dog Night

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't wanna see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said "That ain't the way to have fun, no" uh uh

Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death
Open up the window sucker, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"

The radio is blastin', some one's knockin' at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend - she just passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is - I don't wanna see no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said "That ain't the way to have fun, son"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"

Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (Mama told me not to come)
"That ain't the way to have fun, no"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"
"That ain't the way to have fun, no"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son" (listen to me)

Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (Mama told me not to come)
"That ain't the way to have fun, no"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"
"That ain't the way to have fun, no"
"That ain't the way to have fun, son"

Have a great week everyone!

Scootertrash Conservative on Dennis Kucinich

My Scootertrash hubby has posted a great piece on Dennis Kucinich and his desire to resurrect the Fairness Doctrine.

Go visit him!


Really, go now!

photo of my hubby courtesy of Killboy.com

All I need...

Sunny Hi 76 Lo 52 for Baghdad, Iraq
Cloudy, Rainy Hi 65 Lo 35 for Northern Kentucky, USA

Song of the Week: Love Song, The Cure

...Just remember I was listening to a lot of The Cure at the time I wrote this...
--The Wedding Singer

Visit my new map. The other map was a royal yucko... Try this one on for size...

So, I don't feel like blogging... I'm still getting killed at work... and it's having an impact on everything. I've become this witch and I'm impossible to live with. Just ask the love of my life...The truth of the matter is I'm just overwhelmingly sad... I don't know why... I know this will pass... For the sake of everyone around me and for my own sanity it has to end soon.

Abe was heaven sent. His poetry was perfect and he gets credit for this post and for this post. As I read his work and as I get his permission, I will continue to share his work with you. My thanks again to this friendly stranger.

I also have to throw a shout out to the Lone Ranger. He did something that I suggested... He has opened his blog for comments... Who knew that I would be able to influence this thoughtful man. Go check him out if he isn't a regular stop for you... he should be...Important Stuff or Not. NO pressure, Kimosabe!!!

I need comfort items. I need my coffee, I need my fleece blanket, I need Michael and my kitty, Sid to fall asleep in my lap... that's all I need... (said in Steve Martin's voice from the movie The Jerk).

Instead of my usual painful ramble (right. Cath...), I thought I would share my love of art with you. Here, you will find links to artist and museum websites... This is a peek into my soul... I have always fancied myself an artist except without the uh... you know, discipline... uh... or you know, the talent... ah....

My favorite genre has never changed...I've always loved the French Impressionists. I love the sentimentality of it, I love the palette, color vs form, the emotion, the passion. I love that they were pioneers and were willing to try something that had never been done. I love critiquing a piece for it's technical merit and composition. I like to have my nose just mere inches from the canvas and I love to cross the room and look at the piece from a distance. I love sculpture, how I love sculpture... I love the human form in all its wonderful shapes and sizes... a landscape, a still life- to be able to see the world through the eyes of Degas, VanGogh, Matisse, Cezanne, Dali, O'Keefe, Adams, Seurat, Dine, Munch, Gauguin, Klimt.

No snobbery permitted when touring a museum with me. There is plenty I do not like...I'll keep that to myself... as goofy as it is... art is in the eye of the beholder. I like art that evokes emotion-any kind of emotion, Expressionism is another powerful genre. I used to protest every single Madonna and Child I came in contact with... but with age, I have a growing appreciation for the Renaissance period.... But above all others... I love artists that convey a sense of humor... humor I believe is probably the hardest thing to show on a canvas...

**The images on this site are available for personal use and may be accessed on a temporary basis for the sole purpose of viewing, or for fair use as defined in the United States copyright law. Any such use must be properly attributed to both the artist and to the appropriate art museum. Manipulation or redistribution in any form for commercial use, including commercial publication, or for personal gain is strictly prohibited.

Here are my favorites...

The Art Institute of Chicago

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A Sunday on La Grande Jatte - 1884 - George Seurat

Cincinnati Art Museum
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Siesta - circa 1900 - Frank Duveneck

Norton Simon Museum

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Dancers in the Wings - 1880 - Edgar Degas

The Thinker - 1880 - Auguste Rodin

some other artists...

Leonardo di Vinci
Michelangelo
Georgia O'Keefe
George Rodrigue
Jim Dine
Salvador Dali

and museums...

Louvre
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Contemporary Arts Center
Taft Museum
Norman Rockwell

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." - Pablo Picasso

Have a great week.

Birthday Boy

Happy Birthday to my husband. I'll see you tonight!