2011/06/30

Sleepless in Portland

DaGoddess @ 14:51

We’ve been sleepless here in Portland…because we’re having so much fun. My friends and I were determined to nap today before we head out tonight, but we’ve been on a musical high and can’t.

Much laughter happening, too. And some fun little things here and there.

Portland may have to forcibly eject me from the city by the end of festival. I have way too much of a good time here!

What Was Going On Last Year

DaGoddess @ 08:00

I had such a good time at the festival last year and I thought I’d post a few shots that reminded me of some of those moments. I’ll post new images when I can.

favorite troublemaker

Gang of trouble

More trouble

Chris Thomas King

Chris Thomas King

2011/06/29

Such a Lovely Sight

DaGoddess @ 06:00

I’d almost prefer this to fireworks. Seems to me this would last longer and the fact that everyone gets to participate makes it even better. All I know is it’s lovely beyond belief.

This video is from 6-21-2011. They were going for a world record. I wish I had been there to see this in person, but since I wasn’t, this is a wonderful facsimile thereof. 11,000 chinese lanterns were launched in Poznan, Poland. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?

Of course, I still believe in fireworks. I worked too hard on them for a few years not to appreciate the power and beauty of fireworks.

Guess I’m just a visual person.

Hope your day has been touched by something that makes you catch your breath. I mean, beyond this video. I hope you encounter at least one thing each day that makes your heart and soul sing.

2011/06/28

Happy 96th Birthday, Honeyboy!

DaGoddess @ 06:00

I love this man and his music. Honeyboy’s been a touchstone for me these past six plus years, brightening my life and encouraging me to learn more each day.

Honeyboy Edwards

If you check BlindedBySound.com later, there should be a little something there about him…

Go the Fuck to Sleep

DaGoddess @ 06:00

“Go the fuck to sleep.” I remember thinking those words sometimes, when the hour was getting late and whichever child it was decided the night was going to be a long one had pushed me just a bit too far.

Mostly, though, my kids and I had a fairly decent bedtime routine. We’d read a book or two, or a couple chapters from a story. Stories didn’t put my kids to sleep. They excited their imaginations and we’d end up talking about “what if…” scenarios for a while if time allowed. But then, out came the big guns! The real sleep maker was music. To be more specific, it was (maybe) the CD player going softly in the background and me singing. The only time my voice has ever sounded anything close to enjoyable was when I sang to my children.

Mojo had an extensive setlist. It grew weekly. At least until she was about 6, and then song time was over. She just wanted to look at books until she passed out. But LD, once you had him tucked in with his Whales, Dolphins, and Porpoises book, he was ready for the songs.

There was overlap, thank goodness, in that both kids liked John Denver. I was pretty well versed in his catalogue, so it was no hardship for me. The tough thing was really working in their individual favorites so they both felt that individual musical hug.

There were nights, though, when nothing seemed to work. Where the bogeyman was, apparently, hiding everywhere, with HELPERS! Or the rain was too loud, the dog’s collar was clinking too much, the washing machine or dryer was swishing or rotating too loudly, or maybe because they just wanted a few more minutes with me. At the time, those moments were the ones I looked forward to because, oh my God! I’d spent all day long chasing, cleaning, feeding, and wiping off hands and faces. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy doing those things, but there was a distinct lack of time for myself or to interact with another adult. My one friend, Michelle, worked most days, but she’d still try to call when she got the chance. She was bored at work, but she knew all too well what I was experiencing at home with young ones. Other friends, within the neighborhood, had their own things going on. The only kids that really were approximately the same age as Mojo were also in school. so the moms used that time to go shopping, take a class, take a nap, or bake their afternoons away. I did what I could to get through the day and to get to the point where we’d wind down and I’d get the kids in bed so I could take a breath that was meant solely for me. Again, it’s not that it was a horrible way to spend one’s day, but I longed for a few minutes to step away from the chaos and get a little peace and quiet and not be only “Mommy”. I kept tell myself I’d once been somebody, doing important things, helping people, but then I’d have to give myself a little mental bitch slap and remind myself that I was still doing important things and helping people: that’s what parenthood is! It’s just when you’re in the midst of it, it feels very different.

Bedtime could easily become “go the fuck to sleep” time. Especially after a long, noisy, chaotic day. Just as the kids were able to get all nice and clean for bed, shucking the dirty clothes and playing in the tub, I, too, wanted to strip off the mommy layer and wrap myself in a robe of “self”, of individuality, of being just a woman without all the extra jobs on my daily list. That’s not how it went more often than not. And thus, this book speaks directly to me, to those nights when bedtime dragged on for hours, while I sat cross-legged and antsy because I hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom for hours and it was creeping up on me, or because there was still food to be put away, lunches to be made for the next day, clothes to launder, a dog to be let out, or a migraine to be beaten into submission. “Go the fuck to sleep” was the everymother’s mantra that you allowed only to float within your mind. You never spoke those words aloud. Never. For fear of scarring your children and someday having to explain to the police years later that you’d told them to “go the fuck to sleep” accidentally while they were under the age of 8 and now that was why they were barricaded in a tower, raining terror upon all the innocent passersby with the gun they bought from some dark, seedy character that I could have helped them avoid if only I’d kept that innocuous, but still deeply felt phrase to myself all those years ago. Yes, that’s what goes through your mind in an instant and keeps you from saying such things when your children are of tender years.

But we thought them. It’s what kept us momentarily sane. Or at least still on the verge of sanity. We hadn’t quite rounded the corner just yet as long as we only thought such things.

I remember those days fondly now. Funny how that goes. I’d almost give anything to kiss those little fingers and toes. To stroke their silky soft hair. To hear their gentle breathing. To see them twitch a bit as they began to dream. To linger in the doorway, hesitating to step away because you knew it wouldn’t last forever…

And then they become teenagers and you get a whole new set of words you mumble to yourself.

Update: There seems to be some incredibly harsh backlash because of this book and video. Too many people aren’t getting that it’s a joke…a joke on all of us (thankfully, someone else has pointed this out as well). This book isn’t an attempt to condone bad behavior or bad parenting. It’s a satirical look at being human, at learning to laugh at ourselves, for trying to be supermom or superdad and then feeling like an absolute monster for having a fleeting thought that’s less than “perfect and loving”. We’re engaged in loving acts all day long and we continue to provide for our children in loving ways even as these thoughts occasionally enter our heads. That doesn’t mean we dislike parenting or wish we didn’t have the responsibilities of parenthood. It means we are human and exhausted and sometimes covered in food, vomit, and other unpleasant things. And we’d really like to go to the bathroom, take a shower, or even just change clothes. Unlike a job where you can clock in and out, parenting does not allow you to check out. We’re on the clock 24/7, 365. Having a fleeting thought? That’s only human and it’s also because we’re human and loving parents that we never speak such things, that we don’t act upon them. And it’s important for us to forgive ourselves for those moments. That’s all they are…moments. Despite the fact that we are fallible, we humans, these thoughts…these very brief thoughts…are blips on our psyches and not at all indicators of our true feelings for our children. We love them deeply and it’s an honor to parent them. For those who take offense at our humanity, especially those without children, I can think of many parents who could use 30 minutes for a shower, a bite to eat of something that isn’t pureed, and a brief nap. Please, volunteer for one of those folks. Give yourself a month of parenting experience and you’ll understand why it’s better that we learn to laugh at ourselves and let off some of the steam that comes with the pressure of parenting. It’s what keeps us going — that, and those beautiful children we have chosen to bring into our lives.

I’ve had two discussions with MOBD about this and have taken heat for my position. But then I read the article (linked above) from which he got all his information. He didn’t see the video. He didn’t take a moment to think that it wasn’t meant as anything harmful. So I was told straight out that I must not be very grateful for being given the honor of parenting. He said I was a bad parent if such horrible, violent (violent? Really?) thoughts had ever occurred to me. I read him this post. I told him how much I loved my children, even when times were hard and there was no one to help me with sick babies that couldn’t sleep or eat or who had to be rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night. He didn’t understand that whatever quick thought comes into your head isn’t something that you act upon or that you really mean. You don’t speak it. You push it out as soon as it appears. Because you love your children more than life itself. And still, there’s no budging on his part. I asked him if I was such a bad parent, such a hateful, cruel person, then why, WHY?, do I have a 14 year old son who still wants to cuddle with me, wants to hang out with me and explore the world, and who still occasionally lets me hug and kiss him in public? And if I’m such a horrible person, why does my 18 year old daughter call to tell me jokes or ask for advice, texts me when she’s sad or has the giggles?

There is a significant disconnect happening in this world when humor that’s meant to help us let off steam is taken too seriously. When we can no longer laugh at ourselves, forgive ourselves for being human, for wanting just a small piece of “me” instead of “mommy” or “daddy”, when that happens, we’ve lost the plot to life completely. Without humor, we can’t cope with the challenges that life hands us. What are we to do instead? Stand about wringing our hands, bemoaning every minute of life? No. We are meant to find a way to keep our chins up, to soldier on. In healthcare, rescue, and in battle, it’s called gallows humor. Anyone remember MASH? Some of the most poignant moments came from being able to laugh through tragedy or adversity. Sidney Freedman, played by Allan Arbus, encouraged the doctors and nurses to laugh. It’s what helped them cope. Parenting is often a lot like war — it’s a battle to get through each day with all those tiny, precious limbs entrusted unto you intact. It’s a battle to not cry along with your child who comes home from the playground with a broken heart. And at some point, despite your overwhelming love for your children, the rare thought of “please, enough is enough” pops into your head. But you push it out just as quickly as it comes. This book makes fun of us for thinking we’re inhumane for such things. We’re not though. If we were as rotten as that author would have us believe, or as MOBD would have me believe, those thoughts would become words and actions. And for the vast majority of us, they never do. For the few who do allow them to become spoken and acted upon, well, it’s not because of a silly book, but rather they lack the coping mechanisms necessary to navigate life, to interact with other human beings, including our children.

I don’t want to live in a world where it’s not safe to laugh at ourselves. Parenting is serious business, but life isn’t so damned serious and precious that laughter is out of place. If anything, laughter enhances all that we are and all that we do. A humorless world just doesn’t cut it in my book.

2011/06/27

Making New Memories

DaGoddess @ 08:00

While part of my head is still on a beach in Daytona, laughing at something a bronzed god Tall Dog said, kicking sand in his direction, the rest of me is gearing up for what is going to be a crazy week full of music, laughter, lots of running from stage to stage, and spending time with some of the loveliest people on earth.

I am so looking forward to Portland, it’s not even funny. I have my main gal picking me up from the airport, taking me to do a little sightseeing, and then we have a big ass birthday party to attend for another friend of mine. Then we have four days of absolute craziness at the festival, but it’s the best kind of crazy you can imagine. As we wait for our turn on the photo ramps, we dance and sing and laugh our asses off. Afterward, we decompress with a cocktail or two, telling stories, and laughing even more. And this year? I’m on to that black curb that likes to lurk in darkness. I will NOT fall for its tricks again. (Literally. My knee still bears the scars of that encounter last year.)

I’m excited to see some of the big acts I’ve never seen before, to see some of my favorites all over again, and to basically just drink it all in.

Also, I’m looking forward to some of the bread, the steak, the pita chips (shh), and maybe an elephant ear one day.

Mostly, though, it’s the people. I made such incredible friends last year that just knowing they’re looking forward to seeing me as well makes me very happy.

Only one more day between me and Portland. Just one more day.

2011/06/26

Remember This?

DaGoddess @ 20:27

Day By Day - Acidman

Chris Muir is the best.

Year Five

DaGoddess @ 12:07

Don’t mind me. I’m going to sit here and think about Rob today. I’m going to mentally bitch him out for cuttin’ out early, although when I really started feeling that and got grumbly inside, my computer freaked out, proving once again that Rob is never far away.

Last year, I was sitting in a bar with a friend who is, shall we say…sensitive to the otherworld, and I kept feeling as though Rob were there, too, when Max asked, “did you feel that? Who is that?” I said something flippant, like, “don’t mind my friend Rob, he’s just hanging out tonight.” Max laughed, relieved that he was alone in sensing a presence and to hear it was someone I knew. Max is also the same person who reminded me in an odd way of Rob. He’s off wandering the desert, searching for himself or something.

And Rob, well, all any of us have are memories of a man who left us occasionally cursing at our computers, laughing ourselves silly, or scratching our heads in confusion. But mostly, when all is said and done, he’s a man who made each of us fall in love with him and then left us before too many of us could disappoint or hurt him as he’d already felt too deeply once. It was that once that was too much for him.

I think about him at the strangest times. Watching a gorgeous woman strut her stuff on stage, singing with a gorgeous voice, I think, “ohhh, now Rob would REALLY love her!” Or I look at something as silly as an onion and remember acutely how wonderful the vidalia onion felt on my tongue as I sat in his garage, watching a storm roll in. Other times, I’m digging through my contact list on my phone and see his number. I think, “wouldn’t it be great to call it and hear his voice again? To tell stories and make each other laugh?”

Oh, Rob! (I feel like Laura Petrie saying that.) I miss you today and every day.

“There’s a time for every star” and I guess all it takes is for me to look up into the heavens and watch you shine.

Here’s a post with videos of Rob.

Excuse me while I go have a little cry and then laugh over some stupid thing I remember. (It’s gonna be that kind of day.)


“Another day goes on by
And he never speaks his heart
He takes his chance with what he’s got
It’s too late now to stop

You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It’s tying you up while you’re fadin’
You give and you take and take what you got
Round and round ’till it breaks and
You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It’s tying you up while you’re fadin’ into your lie”

While I know the sound quality on the video isn’t the greatest, Nikka’s face is too amazing to not watch. There’s a sense of loss and heartbreak she conveys that fits what I know a lot of us feel, so, there you have it.

And my final video for the day, as I wipe away tears:

I wanted to post others that were maybe more “Rob”, but I’ve watched them all and they only make me miss him more. So, I’m going with the ones that help me work this out of my system.

2011/06/25

If You Don’t Know This Song, You Need to Learn It Now

DaGoddess @ 03:44

Doesn’t seem right to post this on Sunday so it’s getting posted now.

The last time I heard this song was last year at a jam in a dinky little bar in the middle of nowhere. Two exceptional guitarists decided they were going to have a little fun with the audience and brought out this tune. Man, the place went crazy! The guys somehow got into a dance groove while they were playing, had the whole place on its feet dancing along. That’s kinda hard to do in this town at a rinky dink jam. My guess is the $1 beers didn’t hurt the cause a bit.

I forgot all about that night until someone posted this video in a facebook group. Cheesy, but fun.

Great Song, Odd Look

DaGoddess @ 03:10

Proof of the saying, “Only in rock ‘n’ roll can you get away with that look!”

“25 years of my life and still
I’m trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination”

I think we can all relate, can’t we? Seems like the more we try, the further we get behind, or at least, the more we find we need help. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Just pause for thought there.

Crazy around here as I attempt to prepare for a week in Portland. I’m really excited about the trip, but I’m exhausted just thinking of how insane it’ll be running between four stages through 100,000+ people. Got my press pass secured. Staying with my friend at her house. I’ve seen the schedule for each of the four days. Yeah, I’m tired thinking of how much work it’ll be, but I’m also elated at how fun it’s going to be surrounded by so many people having so much fun. Plus, it’ll be cooler there, with a chance of rain.

When I get back, I have two nights of big fun with friends at a special show that’s being filmed for PBS. That will definitely be cool.

And in between then and now? I’m going to squeeze in as much work as I possibly can.

Oh, and if I remember, I’ll tell you the story about hanging out with fake Poison.

2011/06/23

Symphony in Blue

DaGoddess @ 06:00

Symphony in Blue

2011/06/22

Thanks, Pam!

DaGoddess @ 10:07

Pam helped me install a widget and I’m attempting to work on regaining 1) some semblance of a blogroll again, 2) ads and other links on my sidebar, 3) my sanity.

The first two should be much easier to do than the third. I’ll hope you’ll stick around for the hilarity that is sure to ensue.

Thank you, Pam!

Laugh of the Day

DaGoddess @ 04:31

I love the Brits! Just watched Bottom Live! with Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson (of the Young Ones) and it’s brilliantly funny. I wish we had more American programming like that.

Place the Lyrics

DaGoddess @ 03:40

“When the weather’s fine
we go fishing or go swimming in the sea.
We’re always happy”

Don’t Google, just take a guess.

One of Those Days

DaGoddess @ 02:11

It was nine years ago today that I met Rob. We crossed blog paths and my life changed forever.

I have always found it odd that the anniversary of his death is just four days after.

I think about him frequently. His laugh, his stories, his songs…that’s how I choose to remember him — happy.

If you have a story or a favorite post, feel free to add it in the comments. I think the next few days will spent remembering a very special person.

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