2015/04/22

Call Me Dragon Lady

Da Goddess @ 16:45

Yeah, I couldn’t help myself. Google had a “which animal are you?” quiz for Earth Day and I did it.

I’m a Komodo Dragon.

I like it. I like being unusual.

2014/12/03

Lighting the Trees

Da Goddess @ 01:39

You get to play around with code and make a tree light up in the nation’s capital! Kind of cool.

Made with Code has made this possible.

My tree is purple with light blue in a lava lamp sort of pattern. It should happen at 16:06 (EST) on 12/09/14 and you can watch all the creations starting on 12/04 at 17:00 (EST) on YouTube

2014/08/18

I Want a New Camera!

Da Goddess @ 13:25

There’s nothing wrong with my camera. No. Not really. But I would give my left hip for higher resolution, full frame sensor, and a greater ISO range.

So, since the Canon 5D Mark III is waaaaay out of my price range (everything is, but this really, really is), I figured, why the hell not get more entries for the giveaway?!

Best Local Wedding Photographers

Go ahead. Click on the link. Because, why not?

2014/07/30

It Makes Me Happy

Da Goddess @ 00:09

If we’re going to have to listen to Pharrell’s song “Happy” all the live-long day, please let it be because of this video. It’s the best!

Until someone comes up with something better, this is the only version I like. (Only valid entry that could possibly beat this one would have to include: Queen Elizabeth, Prince George, Prince Philip (Duke of Edinburgh), Prince Harry, Prince Wills and his lovely wife Dutchess Kate, adorable prancing puppies, frolicking foals, cavoriting kittens, maybe an albino hedgehog or two, and possibly Harry’s goat. They’d all have to be dancing, singing, playing, etc.

So, really, until any of you can make the above happen, I’m sticking with the nursing home version because it’s made of awesome genius.

2013/03/29

TJH: Inspire! Guess What This Is?

Da Goddess @ 12:10

If I told you what it was, you still probably wouldn’t believe me.

Even if I told you what it was you wouldn't believe me

2012/12/22

Super Funny for a Saturday

Da Goddess @ 05:12

Just don’t read these if you’re around someone trying to sleep. Or if you’re doing anything solemn.

Promise me.

Okay?

Ready?

Have the tissues ready because I laughed so hard I had tears streaming out of my eyes.

Here ya go.

2012/12/09

This…This Makes Me Happy

Da Goddess @ 00:26

Kittenstache

Yes, we’ve reached the pinnacle of Internet cuteness.

One of my favorites

2012/12/02

Utter Cuteness!

Da Goddess @ 02:59

Thank you, Jan!

And this one…Le Sigh

2012/08/29

Mutterings: 500 (not mine)

Da Goddess @ 01:12

I say, you think:

  1. Call :: box
  2. Instinct :: reflex
  3. Toffee :: fay
  4. Cleaner :: swiffer picker upper
  5. Gut :: response
  6. Leveled :: charge
  7. Discover :: the world
  8. Together :: again
  9. Attack :: defend
  10. String :: cheese

Luna Nina’s hit #500 on Unconscious Mutterings!

2012/08/19

I Don’t Know if I’ll Respect Myself in the Morning

Da Goddess @ 00:34

…but I’m posting this anyway (the kid in the beginning makes it all worth it as does the guy in the yellow suit in the parking garage who reminds me of LD in a black wig kind of like Ramones’ hair and with some dance moooooves /runonsentence)

I can’t help it. It’s too good NOT to post!

And I love that I’m not the only one who’s misheard the lyrics, although I hear them as “open condom star”.

I’m waiting for this to be parodied politically. C’mon…one of you out there has to be ready to do this.

2012/04/06

Tagged – You May Be Next

Da Goddess @ 01:01

Thanks, Monk!

The questions:

1. What’s your favorite color?
I love purple. And green. And blue. Silver, too. Sometimes red.

2. If you get a plane ticket for free to go wherever you’d like – where would your final destination be?
Around the world! Australia first, then…everywhere else.

3. Is there anything in your life you always wanted to do and never had the chance to?
Oh yeah. But I figure if I don’t ever do it, then perhaps I wasn’t meant to do it at all.

4. Which one is your favorite movie classic? (Let’s say: Older than 20 years)
Was there originally a list of choices? I dunno. So, I’m going with Arsenic & Old Lace. Or Harvey. But then again, there are so many wonderful old films that I could be here listing them all day long.

5. If you were blond – would you mind the blonde-jokes (and of course if you ARE blonde – do you mind them?)
Yes, I’m blonde. No, I don’t mind them. Not at all.

6. What is it that always and 100% certain makes you laugh?
LD doing something goofy.

7. Where do you usually buy your clothes?
From a store. Oh, too snarky for ya? Well, it depends on where I am and if they have something I like and I happen to have a few bucks to spend on clothing. Which doesn’t happen often.

8. Does wind bother you or do you like it?
Wind is weird. Sometimes it sounds like angry voices (SoCal Santa Ana winds are like that). Other times it just sounds blustery and wild. And when it’s blustery, it reminds me of the blustery night when Pooh and Tigger first met.

9. What is it that you dislike about high school reunions?
I’ve been to all of them thus far and I like them for the most part. However, the last one had one attendee who made me uncomfortable and it did impact my enjoyment briefly. Otherwise, I love seeing how people have changed, how much they’ve grown, catching up on things with people.

10. Are you a cat or dog person?
Yes. Oh, I have to pick one? Can’t. I like them both. A cat is easier to take care of. A dog is more social and fun to take places. Why couldn’t I choose snakes or lizards or something?

11. Can movies make you cry and if yes – when was the last time you cried in a movie theater or in front of the TV?
Yes, and I just cried a little watching a documentary on Kevin Clash (the guy behind Elmo).

And now I must start tagging others…

The challenge is to answer the same questions …

Pam
Jan
Stu
um…and anyone else who might possibly be reading and want to answer. Just tell me in the comments section and I’ll add your link in the post.

2010/02/14

Two

DaGoddess @ 02:02

I’m a Two.

Blame Leslie for this one. It’s all her fault. Okay, maybe my upbringing had something to do with it. What I really mean is…Leslie made me do it.

Your result for The Quick & Painless ENNEAGRAM Test…

2 – the Helper

Thanks for taking the test !

you chose CX – your Enneagram type is TWO (aka “The Charmer”).

“I must help others”

Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing,

and sensitive to other people’s needs.

How to Get Along with Me

• Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.

• Share fun times with me.

• Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.

• Let me know that I am important and special to you.

• Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.

In Intimate Relationships

• Reassure me that I am interesting to you.

• Reassure me often that you love me.

• Tell me I’m attractive and that you’re glad to be seen with me.

What I Like About Being a TWO

• being able to relate easily to people and to make friends

• knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better

• being generous, caring, and warm

• being sensitive to and perceptive about others’ feelings

• being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor

What’s Hard About Being a TWO

• not being able to say no

• having low self-esteem

• feeling drained from overdoing for others

• not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish

• criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should

• being upset that others don’t tune in to me as much as I tune in to them

• working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings

TWOs as Children Often

• are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism

• try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding

• are outwardly compliant

• are popular or try to be popular with other children

• act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention

• are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted TWOs), or quiet and shy (the more introverted TWOs)

TWOs as Parents

• are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren’t)

• are often playful with their children

• wonder: “Am I doing it right?” “Am I giving enough?” “Have I caused irreparable damage?”

• can become fiercely protective

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele, The Enneagram Made Easy. Discover the 9 Types of People.

Harper: San Francisco, 1994, 161 pages

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2009/10/18

Remember When #4: Pinball Wizard

DaGoddess @ 03:24

Each Monday, we’d love to have you join us here and at Fractured Toy. We feature a visual prompt that will hopefully stir you to remember something — something grand or something simple and plain — write what you feel. Just let yourself go and rememebr when.

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PacificPinballExpo2009-24, originally uploaded by ElectrikCandyland.

That was my goal. I was going to be a pinball wizard.

My Pappy (my dad’s dad) had just remarried a woman (Eleanor) who happened to have a pinball machine in her basement. Now, I’d already figured out everything I’d needed to know about slot machines since my dad brought one of those home a while back and pinball was definitely more interactive and challenging. I was ready!

Like everything else in my life, I spent a lot of hours at that pinball table. I learned how to work the flippers with my little hands, how much I could nudge the machine with my body and avoid a “tilt”, and I thrilled each and every time I bested my last score. I was obsessed. I even read the book “Tilt”, which was later made into a movie of the same name starring Brooke Shields. If there was a song, TV show, book, movie, or anything related to pinball, I was on it!

As I got older and Atari games came out (they had a pinball game y’all!), I played those, played other video games (and was pretty good), and basically became almost equally obsessed with air hockey, I never got over my fascination and love for pinball. The clangs and clicks and bells and lights were enchanting. Every game different, but fundamentally the same. I played every pinball machine I saw.

The newer machines aren’t nearly as much fun as the earlier ones. The new have computerized boards and artificial sounds, beeps and boops that just don’t quite make the experience nearly as fun as older pinball was. Still, I played. I just didn’t like it as much.

Would you believe I spent the last few hours of a romantic getaway to the picturesque Poconos playing pinball and air hockey? Obviously, my darling understood my love for him was greater than that of anything else and he played along with me. He seemed to enjoy the games as much as I did, even when I won.

These days, I walk into a room and spy a pinball machine and my heart races a little. Okay, a lot. I’m immediately taken back to a time when I was a little girl standing in front of my first table, eager to play. I approach the game, run my hand across the glass top, whisper a few sweet nothings, and then go find some quarters.

I guess part of me will never outgrow some of the games and amusements from childhood. And you know what? I’m okay with that.

And don’t forget to go check out ElectrikCandyland‘s great photography.

2009/10/12

Remember When #3 – On Record

DaGoddess @ 04:07

Each Monday, we’d love to have you join us here and at Fractured Toy. We feature a visual prompt that will hopefully stir you to remember something — something grand or something simple and plain — write what you feel. Just let yourself go and rememebr when.

Please link up with Mr. Linky below or at Fractured Toy so we can come visit you!

It started with Fisher Price
Music. It’s been a part of my life since Day One. My grandfather played music for us all the time. Live music. He could play just about any instrument. And he did. But at home, I recall our little Fisher Price Music Box record player with the five plastic records and songs like “Hickory Dickory Dock” and “Edelweiss”. We also had a regular record player and I’m pretty sure I drove my sister crazy with my endless playing of “Waltzing Matilda”. Of course, that all changed when she got me hooked on Bobby Sherman, the Partridge Family, and the Monkees. Yeah, I listened to all that. I sang along, daydreamed about meeting my music idols, and kept the music playing as often as possible.

Still, despite the records and all, I’d keep going back to the time spent with my grandfather. There was something about the interaction, sitting side-by-side at the organ and being taught middle C, how to play “Alley Cat” (when to chime in with “meow”), and then having little concerts for my grandmother after a lesson. Records didn’t and couldn’t compare to that, but in a way, they served as an extension of the musical education my grandfather gave us kids.

And it didn't end here
Like any kid, however, I grew up to develop some diverse musical interests. My older sister (once she hit her teens) introduced me to Tommy Bolin, Journey, Led Zeppelin, Foghat, Fleetwood Mac, et al. (At one point, she took me to see Pablo Cruise at the fair.) Then there was my own exploration into rock and I’m sure my parents rolled their eyes as I placed Blondie’s Parallel Lines on my Christmas list, but they bought it for me anyway. Back then, I’d also walk down to 7-Eleven and buy lyrics magazines (they had those!) along with my teen mags and the occasional 45.

Because I had a big sister, I oftentimes found I was ahead of the curve musically. And I definitely wasn’t afraid to branch out. I’d listen to the local college radio station or watch Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert and soak up everything I could. I discovered Frank Zappa, Cheap Trick, the Ramones, John Cougar (back when he went by that name and I became a fan of his version of “I Need A Lover” instead of Pat Benatar’s) and a million other bands that my friends had never heard of.

I’d go to dances down at local swim and tennis club (that’s SoCal for “rec center”) and request songs from bands the DJs didn’t know. Same thing with mainstream local radio stations (there were nights when I couldn’t get the college station because of where we lived). I’d call, I’d ask, I’d beg and plead and the DJs had nary a clue. Eventually they caught up. As did my friends. I stayed somewhat ahead of the curve until just after high school, when I got too busy to pay attention. (Notice how I virtually ignored any dabbling I might have done with disco beyond anything that appeared on Parallel Lines? Yeah, I did that on purpose.)

At some point, work (and money) became more important than music. Oh, it was there in the background. I was still buying albums and tapes like crazy, with Cheap Trick and Jimmy Buffett (an unlikely pairing, but whatever) leading the race more often than not. Concerts weren’t a priority unless I went with a boyfriend (to see Buffett, the Who [their first Final World Tour], John Cougar [Sky Show], Simon & Garfunkel [1983...and I was so sick with a fever of 103 that I remember very little of the show] and more than I can recall thanks to faulty wiring in my brain). It wasn’t until I got tickets to see Fleetwood Mac and took my sister (yes, my big sister!) to the concert, that I once again felt that surge, that thrill of live music run through me the way it should. First, it was the fact that I took my sister. Second, it was because I took my sister. But there it was. I had started that concert thing again and I went every chance I got.

At some point, I saw Bob Seger twice in one week. Once in San Diego, once in Los Angeles. Rod Stewart…I could have seen him every night of the week and been happy. The thrill of live music was in me and I couldn’t not go.

I also went to a few concerts down at the old Bacchanal (it’s now a computer store). The best of all shows was Mick Fleetwood (swooooooooon!) with Pete Bardens. The worst: Tanya Tucker. Don’t ask.

It makes me a little crazy to think of how much music there’s always been in my life and how much I have missed out on because of work, finances, kids, or just plain occasional disinterest. But there it is.

Now, music is often at the center of what I’m doing to the point where I’m so busy doing things, that I miss out on the actual performance. That’s sort of what happens when you’re helping out behind the scenes. Still, I work to find a way to get my fix and I’m very fortunate to have friends who make that possible (you know enough people in bands and there ya go).

For me, the real reward with music is being able share it with others. I love to bring music of all types into my children’s and friends’ lives. Even my mom and dad and I (I was going to say “play musical CDs”…as in “musical chairs”, but that’s silly) occasionally share music. It’s nice to have a broad enough love of music where that can happen. That’s what I want for my kids. They don’t have to like everything I like, just as I certainly didn’t go for everything my dad played (Herb Alpert’s Whipped Cream & Other Delights and anything Chuck Mangione, anyone?). But it did give me a foundation, as did my grandfather’s big band, ragtime, dixieland music did from which to grow, and somewhere I could return for comfort and familiarity. I want my kids to have that, too.

Boy, when I get down to it, I can ramble, can’t I? And this certainly isn’t as eloquent as I’d like it to be. Whatever. It was absolute free association that drew me through it beginning to…well, right about here.

So what about you? When you think of records, what comes to mind? Play along on your blog and Remember When. Hit up Mr. Linky to add your story so we can remember along with you.

2009/10/05

Remember When #2 — The Nuts and Bolts of It All

DaGoddess @ 00:21

Each Monday, we’d love to have you join us here and at Fractured Toy. We feature a visual prompt that will hopefully stir you to remember something — something grand or something simple and plain — write what you feel. Just let yourself go and rememebr when.

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Nuts and Bolts

There are always all these nuts and bolts holding our lives together. Keeping us from being flung from cars, off bikes, or from falling down from the treehouse. Did/do we pay attention to them? Or were/are we only interested if it meant time helping Dad?

I loved helping my dad with anything and everything when I was a little girl. There was something special about it and it felt like a great big fun secret when we’d run out to the hardware store to buy something, or to the junkyard to see if something else we didn’t necessarily need but might someday come in handy was available.

The hours spent driving around, digging through dirty and greasy-smelling hardware doesn’t really seem all that girly, but I didn’t care. I was spending time with my dad. If I was lucky, our outings included a donut or a milkshake, a stop (that would allow us to linger) to see friends, hot dogs, and usually some little trinket unrelated to the project that was meant solely for me. Maybe it was a rock or a sprocket or a spring or a candybar. It didn’t matter. It was from my dad and it was all about the day we spent together.

One of my favorite memories were of us working on one of my dad’s antique cars. My job was to hand him tools, which meant I needed to know the difference between a flathead and a Phillip’s screwdriver and to know what a hammer, a torque wrench, and a grease gun, etc. And then there came the moment for my favorite job of all: bleeding the breaks. That put me directly in the driver’s seat. Okay, due to my age, it was more like me trying to sit on the seat and reach my legs far enough, but more often than not resulted in me sitting on the floor of the car and pushing pedals. I loved the quick and easy push push push of the beginning of the job. As the air was bled out, though, the resistance increased and I’d have to push harder — puuuush puuuush. Then there’d inevitably come another round of push push push, followed but puuuuuuuush puuuuuush. The whole time, I’d have to listen for my dad’s voice so I would know what was coming up next.

There were days when we got very little done and other days when it seemed like we’d just built an entire car from the ground up. The memory allows what the memory allows.

This was a bit of a ritual with my dad, though when we moved to California, we definitely spent less time together in the garage. Still, when the opportunity arose, I was there because it was “our time” and I didn’t want to give that up. I’d even fight my little sister for the easy, meaningless jobs just to hang out.

Of course, it wasn’t always fun and games. There was an incident. Whilst waiting for my dad to come out and get to work, I did the one thing I was told never to do: I pushed the button that started the car. (Yes, a button starter.) The car started and I jumped! My dad came running out of the house, knowing what I’d done and praying I hadn’t hurt myself or anything around me (the car, mostly). I lied, I cried, I wanted to die. In the end, I got a mild grumbly lecture on safety and listening to my parents and then what passed as a hug.

Life moves quickly as you start growing up, though, and time for working on cars with my dad fell by the wayside as my world began to include things like softball and friends, more friends, and later with trouble. To be fair, my dad was busy trying to keep food on the table and his schedule became crazier over the years.

I miss those days. I miss those opportunities to spend time with my dad, to learn basic car repair, and to be the princess of the garage. It was OUR time and it was special. I never want to forget it either. These days, every nut and bolt and air filter and bottle of oil reminds me of a simpler time, a happier time.

Remember When

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