Archive for November, 2013


“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”~ Douglas Adams

So I received this just in the nickname of time from LISAFAYECHARDONNAY.

This should have you crying and in stitches. But you have to read the entire article.



“My most useful acting tip came from my pal John Wayne. Talk low, talk slow, and don’t say too much.”~Michael Caine

So its been a while. And yes, there’s a purpose. And no, I’m not about to divulge on that information.

But here’s what just wrecked my Thanksgiving weekend. And it has brought me back to this blog to grumble and vent.

I was on the phone earlier and in order to get this person to stop with their unnecessary clucking, I said “Thank you for calling but I have a gal pal waiting on me that I need to get back to. I’ll talk to you later. ”

Hell broke loose. All of it.

I had family members and people who know my family calling me left and right and up and down asking me about this new “girlfriend” that I had.

Umm… what??? What the hell are you talking about??????

I can’t believe these people. Incredible!!!


Look at this:

See? NOT girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend, I would be the first person to be shouting at the top of my lungs- believe you, me.

Morons. Keep your busy noses to yourselves!




“There’s a big difference between falling in love and being in love. There’s a big difference between infatuation and falling in love.”~Phil McGraw

A lot of things are trending it seems. Things are trending that …. in my own opinion…. shouldn’t be.

But here’s one that was totally lost to me.

#WCW, or Woman Crush Wednesday.


This one apparently is focused on Twitter where you hashtag the name of the woman in which you admire or desire the most.

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At what point did someone actually think that this was going to be a good idea? But I’ll digress about that now because I cannot fathom the scope of the trendy topic any way.

I thought at first that this was one-sided. I thought that this was started by a MALE. And that it was an exercise FOR MALES on Twitter. To explain who their crushes are or were.

But we are now in the 21st Century. Women have their crushes too. So I guess we are all one happy go lucky family over on Twitter, posting about our crushes and desires of people whether past or present.

Sounds like to me, as if its more of a popularity contest. Sounds to me as if this is only going to inflate egos of those who are chosen. And that may or may NOT be a good thing.  Commonly in my experience, its bad. But not to say that it will always and forever be bad.

The things that get famous, popular, and trending astound me sometimes. And with Throwback Thursday coming up, those of you who are reading this who have me as your friend on Facebook, well you KNOW that sperm photograph is coming.

So maybe I’ll dust off the ole Twitter account. Perhaps I’ll even sign in. And I may or may not hashtag the heck out of some ladies that really know how to flip my switches. Maybe I won’t.

You’ll just have to go to Twitter to find out.

The things that trend though  these days. Mmm….

An Angel's Tears

“Crying is cleansing. There’s a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.”~Dionne Warwick

Part Two as promised.

This morning when I woke up, a little more refreshed than usual. Feeling better and now that the fun was done, it was time to return… no matter how much I didn’t want to.

But I AM getting better with that feeling and wrestling with it.

I did shed a few tears because I was leaving Houston and leaving friends behind, but just for a brief moment.

I did not actually foresee that when I got off the bus, I would be greeted with the news of the death of a friend of mine. She died in the hospital the night before.

So today has been difficult. It feels like I have landed into a pile of shit that has me stuck all the way up to my knees after being up and above and beyond cloud nine.

This is the widow of El Jefe, who actually passed away a year and a half ago. The two of them had actually been married for over 40 years, nearly 50 before he died last April.

After that, she kind of gave up. She was so depressed. She got sick and was in the hospital this last week. But then when I had heard the stories about her having dreams about her husband telling her to “come home” I knew that the end was near, just not really sure when that would be.

It would be while I was in Houston celebrating with the family of Froth.

So I am heartbroken that my friend has gone. But I know full well that she’s no longer needing to give up. She’s no longer needing to deal with being sick or depressed.

She leaves behind five children and several grandchildren. And now I will go to be with her children as they were like elder siblings to me. Hell, even El Jefe when he was alive called me son.

So I’ve been from one end of life’s spectrum to the other. Its not the best experience to deal with, but I will find a way to cope and then remember the good times that were had. But I feel so bad for the children as they lost both parents in less than two years.



Dr. & Mrs. Froth

“Don’t tell people how to do things, tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.”~ George S. Patton

I was going to call this post “Surprise,  Surprise” but in the next blog that is upcoming, you’ll understand why I have taken this and broken it down into two parts.

However, I did something that was totally not all that characteristic of what I do but I was totally glad that I did it. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOO WORTH IT!!!!!

Dr. and Mrs. Froth are expecting a son in January 2014.

This past weekend, was a shindig AND a hooten-nanny all in one. But this was more for Dr. Froth than it was for Mrs. Froth. A little different, hey… a party is a party, right?!?

So in my usual communication ritual with Mrs. Froth, I had begun to feel absolutely worthless based on the fact that I didn’t think that I could pull it off.

But then something that I’m not quite sure that I should be calling a miracle happened.

I was GIVEN the money to go ahead and attend this party. So then I got with the hostess and the so-called coordinator and said that I was coming. But it was agreed upon that my attendance at this party would be kept a secret until I just simply showed up.

That’s exactly what I did. For a guest list that did RSVP close to 30 people in one house for a party, besides myself there were only three others that knew I was coming. Everyone else took in the surprise ……. including Dr. & Mrs. Froth.

When I arrived, the looks on the Froth faces were absolutely perfect, not to mention priceless. I’ve never seen a woman seven months pregnant move so fast with such gusto and excitement in order to greet me.

Everyone who knew who I was, which was a majority, was totally blown away that I was there.

I was able to be with my friends and celebrate this expected child of Froth. I believe that the child is referred to as the Spawn.

Food, great company, lots of laughs, a few tears when it was over and I was heading home. But damned well worth the secrecy.

I’ve never been good with those kinds of secrets. I’ve always broken down and told someone which ruined the surprise in some fashion. But this time, I was able to pull it off and probably earn myself Friend of the Year Award. Yep, it was that important to Dr. & Mrs. Froth that I was there to share with them. Even though they had no clue that I was coming and several times of being told that they wished I could be there.

Be careful for what you wish for! Just saying……

A little different as we were not out all hours of the night as we normally would be if I was in town for a show. I was able to reach the hotel and get something they call sleep. Or rest.

I woke up early still, so I watched more re-runs of “Married With Children” just like I had three weeks ago when I was there last. Then I hopped on the bus and almost the entire trip had to listen to some stupid group of people argue over the Twilight movie franchise and its characters and what they can and cannot do …………. sexually!!!

Really? First world problems are whether or not vampires can bang each other????

Thankfully I had the sense to bring along the new album of SIX MINUTE CENTURY with me and drown those bastards out!

Yet the party was so much fun. I got to go into the “forbidden” rehearsal room of WELL OF SOULS while they were practicing and listen for a bit. Apparently wives/girlfriends aren’t even allowed in there, and some how I got through. But I think I am beginning to stamp my VIP pass a little too hard because I did receive the stink eye from a lot of people.

I still had fun surprising everyone there at the party. That was truly a blast to have been able to accomplish it. Even though I was so tempted to tease The family of Froth with text messages while I was waiting to be picked up to go to the party.

And you know what? I’d do it again all over again if I had to!!!

So when that time comes, I’ll be back again soon to see this wonderment of child.

And even TODAY, the 11th of November, is their wedding anniversary. So HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!



“After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.”~Henry David Thoreau

Recently in the news, rapper Eminem said something so outlandish, so insane, and so lame to defend his use of the word “faggot” in his lyrics.

Needless to say that the homosexual community has taken notice of this. But his arrogant rant led him to more or less attempt to show that the end was only justifying the means. And in layman’s terms, “faggot” didn’t mean anything derogatory towards any class of people, ever.

Son, what in the world are you snorting?!?!? He knows that he is wrong for doing what he did, and he’s only trying to save face. That is all.

There appears to be this inherent gene floating around inside of certain people that say and do really stupid things, but for their own self-gratification, they find a way to justify their actions. And they strictly adhere to it to the point where they begin to believe their own bullshit.

I recently found myself being attacked on more than one social media website. One of which the attack kept repeating their lines of insanity over and over and over and over again before moving on with their point and attacking me and my personal space.

I knew what they were doing. Their clueless repetition was just their way of helping them believe that what they were saying (over and over again) was the honest truth. In other words, they repeated the words to make themselves believe it.

After they became comfortable with their load of hot air, that’s when they used it as ammunition to attack me. But I did not respond any more to them as it was an exercise in futility.

What is astonishing is the things that people are being told by others or to themselves, far enough times for them to believe in it whole-heartedly. Its actually quite scary. And for them, their means were justifying their end for their senseless behavior.  article-2322611-01C18F0E000004B0-102_634x423

It didn’t take a Sheldon-type genius to see what I had to do with these people.

These are your kinds of people that argue for the sake of arguing. That they will believe and fall for anything the world around them tells them to believe… for as long as it gives them something that they want in the end.

Stand clear of these kinds of people as they are never happy in life. And they will not hesitate to drag you down as well.

Don’t be a victim. Be a hero.

Heart of Summer

“I’m interested in the dream and subconscious mind, the peculiar dream-like quality of our lives, sometime nightmare quality of our lives.”~ Anthony Hopkins

Fans of Halloween who are still hanging on to the night: Have I got a story for you that just blew my mind!!!

After reading article upon article about horror films and reading TOP LISTS of horror films. I came across one that talked about films that were based on REAL events.

Films such as The Exorcist were on the list. Not all that surprising. Most of us already KNOW the story behind that 1970’s horror film. And a few other exorcism films that came out, also true or based on real life events. As well as ghostly films like The Conjuring.

But in the list was something that I NEVER thought I’d see:


Whoa, wait a minute!! Hold on!!! How in the world is this horror film gem REAL?!?!??  There’s no dream killer. There’s been no reports of a man with blades on his fingers murdering teenagers. So what in the world is going on?

Turns out that back in 1977, there were a group of Asian refugees (the origin or country is unknown and often numerous to this one particular story) were plagued by their nightmares.

Often, they would refuse to sleep because they were too traumatized by their dreams. And exhaustion would ultimately end their lives. Others who would actually fall asleep, would die in their sleep without any signs of physical trauma to their bodies. article-1332111-0C32884A000005DC-819_634x444

The theory was that while sleeping, they would suffer trauma from their nightmares so much that their body would go into cardiac arrest and then they would die.

Singapore and other Asian countries of perfectly healthy people dying whilst they slept.

This appears to be the link and the beginning influence to the very popular horror film by Wes Craven.

And yet this goes on as a REAL disease called Sudden Unexpected Death Syndrome (SUNDS).

You just never really know what else is in this crazy world of ours that is going to stun us with their brand of odd reality.

Here is an article in the New York Times back in 1981 about the strange case: