November 9, 2010

Typographic Animation: Think About It (via Open Your Eyes, Your Mind Will Follow)

by badmammy

this is cool

Take a moment and think about it. How often do you catch yourself saying "like" or ending what should be a firm declaration with "ya know?" or "right?" What has happened to our conviction? I know that I was challenged by this video to attempt to go through a day without saying "like." It encouraged me to firmly say what I had to say, without always worrying I wouldn' … Read More

via Open Your Eyes, Your Mind Will Follow

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November 7, 2010

I want to bitch slap a kid

by badmammy

I want to bitch slap a kid. Not that I would and the kid’s not real anyway, so simmer down.

There’s a commercial on tv that drives me wild. In it a very cute curly headed little junior goes on & on about a minivan. At the end he declares his parents are “lame” due to which van they choose to drive. I can’t be the only one who “fails” this commercial. I most decidedly do not want to rush out & buy one of these vans after being called lame. Who is this little bully & why does he feel that a brand of vehicle makes us who & what we are? Why would someone so young even care? This leads me into a rant about the values & mores of the world today & how sick & sad all that is. You know, the old what’s this world comin to??? I’m gonna stop myself right here.

I must be feeling a little old & threatened or shakey because something as meaningless & banal as a tv commercial usually wouldn’t have the power to bug me. I can’t help it, though. I want to get out the clippers & shave that little punk’s head. It’s all his fault that I turn into a grouchy old woman complaining about rudeness, manners & what’s wrong with these people.

Sure, I understand the kid is a child actor playing a role, saying words written for him by someone else, chosen precisely because of that hair. And he is awful cute. I bear him no ill will. I wish I had that hair. And I get it that the folks who came up with the concept for this commercial are doing their jobs & that they have succeeded because, good or bad, here I am discussing & cussing it. I noticed it. That is their goal.

But, who are they, the ad folks? Young graduates starting a career, dealing with demographics, focus groups & all that fancy stuff? Did all of the work & effort of more than one committee & endless meetings come to the conclusion that rudeness was cute? Yeah, they did. Maybe it is cute to them. Precocious children have always been used to sell us tons of crap we don’t need & I admit, most of the time they don’t bug me so much. I know tv isn’t real, not even the reality shows, & that’s a large part of why I love it.

Obviously it is time to put on some shoes & go outside, look up at the most beautiful sky ever & play with the doggie. . . . time to get over my damn self.

 

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October 23, 2010

daily grin: october 22, 2010

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October 21, 2010

daily grin

by badmammy

Every day when I go out & about in the world I look for something to make me grin. I like to start each day with a good attitude, if I can. B I G challenge. I’m usually grumpy about having to leave home so, I look for something to make me smile.

Today’s daily grin: a dude  totally rocking out on his air guitar while he waited at the bus stop. He had headphones on so I don’t know what he was playing but his eyes were closed & his back was arched so I know it was good!

October 17, 2010

post wedding report

by badmammy

OK, so I wore cords & they were from JJill. It all went off smoothly. I was aprehensive about wearing pants to a wedding & the fact that they were black really piled on the anxiety until I got there & looked around. I looked downright colorful with my watermelon colored “belbet” shirt & black pants. I wore a bolo tie that belonged to one of the guests. It had come apart during the rehearsal dinner the night before so Big Daddy took it home with us, fixed it & I was to return it. I had it on so I wouldn’t forget. heeheee, you know I wound up wearing it the whole ceremony. I had hot rolled the hair & shot it full of hairspray. I was rosy cheeked, smiled a lot & tried to stay out of the pictures.

First of all, the rehearsal dinner was fun, fun, fun & I wound up in love with the whole crazy bunch. Meeting BB’s parents was a blast & I have to say they are some of the bravest folks I know. They were so fun & full of love for their baby girl & wanted to participate to the fullest in a “real American” wedding. I introduced myself to them, they told me their names & bowed, I bowed, they bowed, I bowed, they bowed, I bowed. Getting lower with each bow, MamaSan was dang near bumpin her forehead on the floor when it occurred to me that perhaps I should stop bowing. I had to laugh out loud at myself & that set them off. We were laughing.

PapaSan wanted to give the bride away, doing the traditional step, pause, step, pause, up the aisle.

After we got everyone situated I told them all to take their time & enjoy the moments, it will go by too fast as it is so don’t rush it. breathe.

We had a yummy “horsesoveries” happy hour, ran through the logistics, I talked to LG & BB about what they wanted to say. Mainly I looked at the face’s. Everyone was genuinely happy. I could see the love shine in the HC’s eyes, in the the love of parents wanting only to make their children happy, the shining of lifelong friends, rowdy with love that the first one of the bros was getting married. The room buzzed with love & laughter. I piled another lump of quac & a mini pig-in-a-blanket on my plate & wondered what I was going to say.

The wedding was wonerful (haha, a typo but i have to leave it!). The venue, a hotel in the Old Town area, was the perfect set up. The weather cooperated & we were able to be outdoors, under the arbor. The sun was setting. The air felt great.

My heart broke open & I gasped out loud when the doors opened & PapaSan & BB walked out. They slow stepped toward us. All I could see were the faces. To think, I thought they had been shining a lot up until now. The love was palpable, it punched everyone in the gut. I heard a lot of sobbing.

I’d like to think my words were inspiring & meaningful. I worried over them, that’s for sure. I wasn’t too nervous; determined not to let it show. I know my voice wavered at one point when I messed up on a word & I let that throw me. Then I rushed the ending. On the positive side, it was going great right up until the end & I had even gotten a laugh.

I know I keep saying the same thing, but it’s true. I can still see the whole ceremony in slow mo, the faces of LG & BB, as they gazed at each other & held hands. Beyond them, the shine of parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles. friends. The emotion hung in the air. The hearts beat in one rhythm.

“Beloved guests, I introduce you to Mr & Mrs Happy Couple!”

 

horsesoveries, with a tip o the hat to my Aunt Millie, one of my heros & one of the funniest folks ever lived

October 10, 2010

and the preacher wore levis

by badmammy

Egad! I am procrastinating up a storm. I’ve got a wedding ceremony to perform Wednesday evening & I need to get to writing. Today’s anxiety level is orange. Please be alert & careful where you step.

First of all,  I am honored to be invited to participate. The Happy Couple are my friend’s son, Lucky Groom,  & his fiance. I haven’t met them yet. I meet them Tuesday night at the rehearsal dinner, to be held at LG”s parents home. The Blushing Bride is Japanese & her parents are flying in for the event. I’ve heard they don’t speak much English. BB has requested the ceremony not include any talking by the HC other than “I do”. LG has requested no God or any of that stuff as there really won’t be any Christians in the house, between the Hippies & the Buddaist.

The HC are having a small, family, “regular” wedding in the US then will go to Japan at a future date, TBA,  for a Japanese wedding.  They reside in CA but LG’s family home is here.

I have to write something meaningful & loving without offending anyone. Hahahah. No anxiety there. This whole episode is sorta surreal. Be careful what you throw out into the universe. I have presented myself as a competent individual who is qualified to do this. So, now I gotta do it. Wheeeee! The thrill of the fear.

PLUS, and most importantly, what am I gonna wear????? I’ve gotta go with my motto of already having everything you need, just look around yourself. The famous wedding dress is out. I’ve got to adapt to Fall in NM. Glorious Fall in NM! I’m going with a velvet watermelon colored shirt, turquoise jewelry & jeans. I’m thinkin’  I will even pull off the famous shoes with this outfit. After all, everyone will be looking at BB.  I’ll slather on some makeup & keep smiling.

October 2, 2010

bore-ring

by badmammy

I am boring. I know this. Even the most hardboiled of detectives would quit in tears after a week of tailing me. No dark alleys, no midnight drives, no one sneakin in . . . . . nope.

“Subject went straight home from work & never left again, except to go to work & back. I watched her for a week & nothing happened. I quit. boohooo.”

Doesn’t bother me, I like being boring. It has taken me a lot of time & effort to achieve this level of simple & I aim to keep it this way.

July 13, 2010

best doggie ever

by badmammy

One of the Universe’s best doggies ever has jumped across that rainbow bridge. We knew it was coming, we knew it was time, we knew there would be tears. We knew that our hearts would break & the Fiore scar that was left would always be with us. I am so glad I knew her & had her in my life to teach me all she did. I know I am not the only one she mentored. She was special, special right from the start.

Fiore`came to Big Daddy & I one summer late night/early morning from Canine Companions for Independence, one of the most fabulous organizations ever. We had (well, I had) volunteered to be puppy raisers for CCI & were getting our first puppy. I was getting all sorts of signals from the universe about the phenonom of dogs helping people & how much the dogs love it too. Cutting to the chase here, we got Fiore & 18 months later, she had changed our lives more than we changed hers. Fiore went on to Advanced Training, a six month schooling the dogs get before placement. We got monthly reports. She was doing ok & learning a lot. AT is 6 months long. Needless to say, the training is intense & CCI has very high standards so not every dog graduates. CCI believes that each dog has a purpose in life & the dog has had a Change of Career. Fiore was grooving along in AT & the longer she stayed, the better her chances were to graduate. Somewhere near the end of AT the dreaded “call” came. Fiore had decided that being a service dog wasn’t really for her.

What changed her mind? Clowns. She lost her mind when the clowns came in. She would not even let clowns holding hotdogs near her. Finally her trainer took her outside to calm down. Fiore did not recover very well from the clowns. Being afraid is something that can be dealt with, lack of recovery is not. Fiore was moving on.

Where would she go? The puppy raiser has the first say, as a general rule. CCI called & asked me. Since the very first day she laid eyes on that dog, I knew deep in my heart that Fiore was SisterR’s dog. When SR would come over, she would fall onto the floor with the dog & cry “I can’t look at her”. We wanted Fiore to become a service dog. But, dang, SR loved that dog. They had a connection even though SR had kept the dog at a sort of arms distance, not wanting to make eye contact, or fall too deeply in love. My first puppy, I was deeply in love myself. A lot of folks were. Fiore was special & everyone around here loved her. The vet had mentioned he’d like to have her. I told CCI, let me call ya back.

You know the rest. SR adopted Fiore from CCI & they went on to enjoy the most wonderful life & adventures together. I know without a doubt that Fiore landed up right where she needed & was meant to be. Fiore spent a happy life hiking, canoeing & swimming. She found a great sun spot where ever she was & snuggled down.She loved her people & was loyal & true to them. She didn’t raise a fuss but, WOOF, don’t get any closer. Out walking on a clear blue sky New Mexico day , she would tippy toe along, head back, breathing in the universe but never running off. She was a lady. She was a great campin’ dog. She might not like clowns (never did understand that one, seeings how we are all such clowns) but she did love hotdogs & she did love a party. She inspired other Sisters to get puppies & over the years the pack grew. Instead of kids underfoot (they grew but still come back, which we love), at holidays & family get togethers, we now have running dogs. Fiore was the big dog but such a loving sweetheart. Much as the family loved her, we knew Fiore was SR’s dog. SR took such good care of Fiore & Fiore adored her momma. During SR’s darkest nights Fiore was there to console & encourage her. SR would even take off driving across the country as long as she had her trusty sidekick. What Fiore meant to SR & how sorry I am about the loss of Fiore, I can’t begin to say.

As one of the people who raised Fiore to be a service dog, I can say that she served perfectly. Right before I handed over the leash so Fiore could go to AT I whispered in her ear “go to your destiny”. And she did. She served, she healed, she loved & comforted. She fulfilled all hopes. She went to a destiny that makes me proud to have known her & to have had a role to play in her life.

Little Fie-o-reen-o, Fiore-moto, Little Flower, Fioreore, Fiore,

you leave us all so sad & so glad, you silly dag.

June 29, 2010

forgiveness

by badmammy

AAAAAKKK! Is there anything on this planet that is less forgiving than a dressing room in a store? Standing there in your undies?  Anything??! Scorned crazy stalker exlover with abandonment issues? Scary? Not in my book. What? You’re going to throw me into the pit full of starving tigers? Ok, fine, but there better not be a full length, florescent lit three way mirror down there or the deal is off.

Those that know me know that I would rather take a beatin’ than shop. I’d just as soon starve as go for groceries. I hate shopping. Especially for clothes. I’m one of those fun folks who just shut down in malls & looks for the nearest exit. Too much stuff, crammed into all the stores, all looking the same, people milling, bumping, rifling. It is too much. I used to mail order some of my clothes, now I use the web. Plus, I wear the same ones forever. I buy solid colors in the same tones or slightly different shades, one or two patterns that go with everything & mix & match. My Mother convinced me at an early age that mix & match was the key to life.

Anyway, I have decided to treat myself to a new dress. I’ve lost weight (yipeeee!) & it is just enough so that nothing I have fits anymore (yahoooo!). I’m going to a happy event where I want to “look nice”  (another concept of Mother’s). This is a problem I have longed for, I know. I worked to get into this position. It’s not a real problem, this is no big deal in the big picture of the world, nothing is hanging in the balance. But, I want a new dress & as fun as that sounds, it has turned into a horrifing trip into gruesome reality.

It. Was. Awful. Standing in the soul baring light, looking at my full length self, from several angles, I was bitch slapped right out of any illusions or creative visualization that I had cooked up about the state of skin that has been expanded beyond a reasonable amount then asked to return. Ouch. All of the “soft, round curves” are shrinking (hallejulla!) but the fact is, I’m gonna have wrinkles. . . . . . .  wrinkles in places that I never imagined. I’m not talking happy crow’s feet or laugh lines. I’ve had those for awhile. We’re talking ruts & jowls. I saw my reflection in Macy’s dressing room & it scared the heck outta me.

For awhile, anyway. I’m gonna learn to love it. I’m going to keep on trying to take better care of my body, eat better stuff, exercise. I’m going to keep practicing forgiveness. I’m still gonna eat candy. This is my life & I’ve gotta live it . . . . did not come this far to falter & all that. I’m pullin on my spanx & gettin a new dress.

June 25, 2010

NAHRA

by badmammy

This is what we are up to:

Today NAHRA came to spend a couple of nights with us while her parents go have fun.

She is a CCI (Canine Companions for Independence) puppy in training. Here’s a little story about her name:

(this is from an email NAHRA’s mom sent me)

“In case I haven’t explained her name – here’s the history.  While I was in Sacramento for the whelping, Martina and I started thinking of names.  We decided to go with a theme – all acronyms.  To our surprise and delight – CCI went with our suggestions.

Here are the names and what they stand for:

NIAH                          National Institute of Animal Health

NANDA                      North American Nursing Diagnosis Association

NIMBY                       Not In My Back Yard

NASAR                       National Association for Search and Rescue

NASA                         National Aeronautics and Space Administration

NARHA                      North American Riding for the Handicapped

NUMA                       National Underwater Marine Agency

NORAD                      North American Aerospace Defense Command  (official Santa tracker)

NIOSH                       National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health

Martina – who is the best breeder caretaker anyone could ask for! and who has become my dear friend – made this special request:

I would like to put in a special request for the assignment of one of Hilani’s female pups to the SW region.  Karen is Hilani’s PR and lives in New Mexico in the SW Region.  She put in her repeat PR application to raise one of Hilani’s pups from this litter.  This will be her 5th pup, I believe.  Although she did not specify male or female pup, she would like to raise a female if at all possible.  The reason being, she came to my home for the whelp of the litter and while here she and I came up with our puppy names.  One of the female names I will be submitting will be NARHA, which is more female sounding.  Karen is a paid employee for the organization NARHA, North American Riding For The Handicapped.  She teaches handicapped children how to ride horses.  So, with this in mind, if it is at all possible to have a female pup assigned to the SW Region, that would be most appreciated.  Stu will be assigning a pup to Karen assuming one goes to the SW Region as she is first in line to get one.  Karen will be attending the NARHA conference in Denver in November and it would be great CCI exposure to have one of our pups there that was named in honor of the organization.

How lucky I am to be part of this wonderful CCI family!      Karen”

Isn’t that cool?

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