Thursday, December 17, 2009


I just brewed a crisp cup of coffee, dark roast. I've been meaning to write, but I've been a busy, bzzzing bee... Also, writing in a blog is a tad weird and frightening to me. I am a private person, and there is a certain element of privacy you throw out the door as you dive into the abysmal internet land. With that said, here is my life story....

just kidding.

I am actually penning the story of my crazy life to paper. Am I possibly a mutant that spent a few of my younger years going to school, playing and living on a toxic waste site in Texas? Check. Did I once live like a darkened Laura Ingalls Wilder novel, on a 25-acre farm, where I would wear mud boots and use buckets to bring water to the house? Yep. Did my mother marry a handsome fighter pilot, who turned out to be an abusive, alcoholic nightmare? Sure did. There are so many stories. And I'm not going to delve into the interesting, exciting, and insane relationships and companionships with some of the brilliant, talented musicians and muses I have walked a bit of the road of life with, on a blog... but some of that just might be there too.

Anyway, I have been working on that. I also need to edit a collection of poetry. I've been working on children's books as well, under a nom de plume.

I have also been working on life. Constantly growing, shedding, changing. Experiencing several lives in one lifetime. Enjoying adding years to my life, as what comes with that is wisdom, appreciation, genuine happiness, and a multitude of other splendid things that sometimes take a while to learn when you've been dealt a rough hand of cards. Which has slowly developed into a strong hand.

And then I've been overwhelmingly and beautifully busy with five classes, four amazing kids (two families), and three bands.

Finals this week, and then this weekend I will be in the studio recording some Balloon tunes, with another private (and insanely talented) individual, Crooked Cowboy.

Who cares what I'm doing anyway? Who am I talking to? Myself? Once again, blogs are weird.

Which reminds me... one of these days, when I get around to it... I would like to write about the media and how it is affecting the kids. I may also write about the developing change in society, as well as the change in parenting and the breed of kids that stems from that. While there are many beautiful gardens, there are some rampant weeds and critters that are spreading throughout the fields. Quickly. These things should hope-fully matter to people, because kids are indeed the future.

Oh yes, and I finally got around to watching Inglourious Basterds! Quentin Tarantino, shall we ever cross paths, I will surely remove my shoes and socks, display my bare feet, and tiptoe, dance, prance, and romance you with my red toes. I am grateful for your existence.

1 comment:

  1. It's okay, don't feel weird! I feel weird sometimes, too (especially when writing my blog), but then I realize we're just the ones ADMITTING we feel like weirdos and that everyone is. :)