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Friday, September 30, 2011

My Jolly Sailor Bold

My famous friend Iris (Ilovegerardo on youtube) requested that I do this song from "The Pirates of the Carribean" for her newest tutorial, recreating the mermaid beauty for Halloween. I was very honored!
Here's my version--there are many many verses, but as it is all the same melody, I didn't want to bore, so I chose my favorite ones --oh, and enjoy my new favorite thing-- www.faceinhole.com  (it's not a dirty site I promise!):



I learned the song, and layered a few harmonies, but it was with my camera, so there is a lot of background noise, including random cries from me wee little sailors :)

And here's her finished product--it's so relaxing to watch her do her hair huh? very pretty mermaid indeed. Thanks Iris for promoting me--made me feel very good!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Biographies

My maternal grandma...I think she kinda looks like her :) kinda.
Marilyn's younger days:

The blonde bombshell:
So sad how lonely she ended up being:

I recently finished Marilyn Monroe's biography--I highly recommend it. Hers, and Elvis' are just so full of excitement and scandal they are are hard to put down. They were both so bizarre and immature, despite their beauty and talent. It was so sad that she had 14 abortions. She then developed endometriosis and couldn't have children. The author commented on how often Marilyn liked to exaggerate the difficulties of her childhood and eventually flat-out lied to get attention and sympathy. She was so obsessed with being the only sexy thing around, although she was also very frustrated with her dinky roles; she felt restricted by her contractual agreements and wanted to be taken as a serious actor alongside Marlon Brando and James Dean. She felt the only way she could maintain the attention of the public was to constantly be sexy...her insecurities even caused Cyd Charisse to have to darken her hair, because Marilyn didn't want her taking attention away. I still can't believe all those horny Kennedy brothers got away with...and I now tend to believe they had something to do with her death..read the book!
Watch it!!!!!!!
    So I picked out Natalie Wood's biography this time. I have liked her since I saw "Splendor in the Grass" in early 2004...I was in a stagnant part of my life right before getting married and John was gone..it had a big impact on me lol. She's so adorable in it and such a great actress. And Warren Beatty is hot in it too--I once had a boyfriend that sorta resembled him in that movie. John and I always like the scene where she's in the tub saying "Did he spoil me mama!?"

She was also great in Gypsy.
   Anyway, I've only just begun her bio, but I never knew her parents were Russian refugee immigrants. I know it should be a good one because I remember her brief trist with Elvis and how dramatic she was. And I also remember her mysterious death in which many believe Robert Wagner is guilty of something--and oddly enough, Christopher Walken was with them. I didn't know Christopher Walken was famous back then. Anyway, I never finished Steven Tyler's autobio...he's just so full of himself, it feels like a lot of it was embellished. I didn't finish George W. Bush's, only because I checked out the Monroe one at the same time and her's took over lol. I really did like Bush's story though--what I had read revealed a lot about what was really going on in his mind, before and during his presidency. I supposed I am more likely to believe what research and multiple witnesses account about a person's life, as opposed to their own.

 

Natalie and Elvis

They were so cute in that movie...you all should watch it!
Gonna go read her biography now :)

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Funny

One of John's co-workers made a funny observation the other day that I thought I'd share. They talk about government spending pretty often and how frustrating it is to be in such a horrible economy with no end in sight as we spend more and more money we don't have. He equated it to a scenario with himself, his wife and their three kids. He said of the government's spending logic:


It's like when we ask our kids where we should go for our vacation, and they say Hawaii. My wife and I say we can't afford it. But there's 3 of them and 2 of us. Looks like we're going to Hawaii!


:) Gosh, after looking at this photo who cares about what you can afford!?

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Challenger Park


John finally had a day off between overtime so we took the babies to Challenger park. They had a lot of fun but it was still pretty hot  outside so we didn't stay too long--and gave them lots of juice and water in the car.
This is so funny to me: they don't listen to me when I say "smile" for pictures, so I started saying, "show me your teeth" and Lucas knows to smile:
John says he can see the asian in Lucas more now...can you?



This is how Olivia responded:





They are sort of looking like actual twins huh?
She thinks these little rocks are treasure.






 This was her giving the camera a kiss lol.
 My favorite :)
Don't they look old?!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Some Cute Pictures


I made beef stew the other night, a sort of simple version in the crockpot. No potatoes (too many points and I didn't have any) but I put onion, green bell pepper, yellow squash, carrots, cubed beef, broth and a can of tomato sauce. Olivia liked it--and Lucas at least tried the meat and said "mmm!"

I forgot to get any pictures of them eating butternut squash, but here's some of the squash---they love it and so do I! Hard to peel and cut but worth it:


I used melted light butter in a small pot, and only put about an unpacked 1/3 of a cup of light brown sugar...(after I found that 1 packed cup is 23 WW pts...this way a loosely packed 1/3 is about 7 pts, and that's for the whole recipe, + ~3pt for the light butter total.The easiest way to calculate it is say the whole dish is 10 pts, and then divide it into 5 servings, at 2 pts each.) Lots of Vitamin A!

And the babies were sort of restless so I gave them some crayons and paper plates to draw on. They liked it a lot. I tried to help Olivia hold the crayon and color but she just wanted to gather all of them to hoard for herself. Lucas was happy with one at a time and made a pretty drawing. Some of it actually looked like he was trying to write what resembled letters, rather than just scribbling, which is what it became in the end. He would "write" something and say "Lucas!" and then write and say "mommy!" Then I used the double sided tape I had (for the dress I wore to that audition---didn't want my boob coming out..) and let them tape them to the wall.





















Lucas (below) : "See, how I blended these hues here..."









































And Lucas' second week at his faith formation class went very well. He loves telling me what he did that day...in random blurted out words that he happens to remember....there's always a "Janice" in between each word lol. She's such a sweet lady and both Lucas and Olivia enjoy her. Olivia did well in the nursery and played and helped clean up the toys. Lucas, who is now in a class with older pre-k kids, is adjusting well. He told me he did puzzles, read books, colored, and watched a veggietales movie--this week they learned about David and Goliath and made these bibles. It's always so cute to go in and see him sitting in a line with the other kids watching a movie, and then the assistant calls his name to tell him I'm here and he gets up and holds her hand :) It makes me feel like he's going to be ready for school even though its about 2 years away.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Shattered Promises

Here's my rough mashup of two 80's songs I think are pretty similar. The lyrics are almost identical, as is the progression. Brit pop bands: Johnny Hates Jazz "Shattered Dreams" and Naked Eyes "Promises Promises". I think I'm gonna learn some more 80's stuff. Enjoy!
I wish I had a studio and keyboard/synthesizer and electric drums lol. It would be so fun to make this with a full band sound. The last part of the video--I sang the choruses from both songs--they would sound cool layered together at the same time, but I don't have the software to do that...I wish John could sing harmony lol. Ah...I'll have to wait til I can make Olivia do these dorky videos with me.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Danger in the Shape of Something Wild

Uh huh. Babies and I like doing the "Hodge Trick" to this. Apparently it's by a guy named Nick Gilder--did he have any other hits? His voice is pretty different. I think I like it.

Meanwhile, I am trying to create my own mashup of 2 80's songs I really like...once I get the transitions more seamless, I will try and record it...My callouses are burning!

Monday, September 12, 2011

The Hodge Trick

I don't know if this is part of a natural progression at the age of 1 1/2 yrs, but I think it's hilarious. Last year, you may remember if you've been reading my ramblings all this time, Lucas invented a trick he used to impress people with. Here's Lucas a year ago showing us his new leg lifting move:
Just a few days ago I took the babies to Kemah boardwalk for a little bit, where we listened to a cover band. I danced with the babies to this song I sorta like "Hot Child in the City"...I never knew who did it, but I liked it. Anyway, Olivia liked it too. It may have also been that she just got new sneakers, but she immediately started doing this Hodge trick too--when Lucas hasn't done it in a long time!
So now that he see's her doing it, he decided he needed to up the ante. He does it with one arm now ! :)
Here's some random dancing video from today..

Also,while at my WW meeting, Lucas was rough-housing as usual...he jumped on top of this inflatable toy story toy and bit his lip hard, and bruised his nose..looks bad.Poor baby..:(

And I got this pic earlier today...she was doing this on her own...vanity, and weight issues...already!?

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Where Were You

All morning watching the 9/11 coverage, going to church listening to a homily on it, and then straining to get through "America the Beautiful" at the close of mass, left me in tears most the day. I feel so helpless and sad like everyone else I'm sure, when hearing the family stories and heroic accounts. But it got to a point where I just wanted this day to pass so I could feel something other than frustration, immense sadness and helplessness. What gets me is the recordings they play of those last phone conversations between spouses. Does everyone else ache when they hear them? I guess I'm pretty emotional and melodramatic sometimes, but when I hear those conversations, I burst out in tears imagining John telling me,
"I want you to live a full happy life...tell the babies I love them..I love you."

And then hearing the avalanche of the building collapsing through a phone while you hopelessly continue to call their name. Or the brave flight 93 passengers who averted a possible attack on the Capitol by taking the plane down in a field...their calm conversations with their families, while essentially knowing their fates...

Can you believe it's been a decade? I have new feelings this year. I usually feel sad and angry, but this year brought new thoughts. I had a dream about a month ago--and I don't actually remember it, but I woke up at 3 or 4 in the AM in a panic and wondered what I would do if I were on the upper floors of either WTC tower...would I jump? I wished there was something to do to help them--even down to kid-like logic of a big trampoline like in the cartoons..parachutes, helicopters with ladders... I just was horrified at the thought of making that decision and the eerie loneliness at that time of night amplified that panic. I refrained from waking John since he had to work, but I really wanted to talk. I just prayed that they didn't experience pain and for comfort to their families.

Nearly half of the victims had kids younger than 18 yrs. One had 4 very young kids...I just don't know how those widows/widowers did it. And the children having to lose their parents that way is heartwrenching. I came home from mass ultimately feeling so grateful for my husband and babies. I hugged John so much. I am paranoid--thinking I could lose John at any minute. You get that way with your kids too..the times where you want to go in and check them to see them breathing.

Something else gave me new feelings about it; I have been reading George W. Bush's book "Decision Points" and just got to the 9/11 chapter last night. It was also very emotional and a great read to look at what was going on in his mind during it all. How much everything weighed on him, and how many neverending threats had to be taken seriously to prevent another attack. This book is really well written and I wish people would read it to learn a little more about Bush and the challenges he and his family experienced. I don't think most people realize the heavy decisions a president takes on and that the hurtful things deeply affect them, even when (and perhaps especially when) they don't respond to them. A lot of decisions he made were criticized, but when you look at the options he had and his reasoning, you see that he knew either way he would be villainized by some group, so he stuck with whatever choice benefited the most, and hurt the least. I don't think Bush ever came off as cocky or condescending or even very partisan honestly. He always gave credit where it was due and encouraged arguments because that's where learning truly begins. He's much smarter than you think, and yet he never placated the attackers with pathetic defense of his intelligence.
 My sister Sarah gave me this journal among other things for my birthday that year. This entry was made during class that morning...nothing really, but just significant to me since I will always remember that day.
    Where were you on 9/11? I was just beginning my senior yr at Littlerock High School. It was a few months before John grew a pair and asked me out. I was in Mr. Derse's Statistics AP class when I wrote this...at that point I was really ignorant to worldy issues..now i'm a little less ignorant lol. I initially just thought it was an accident while I got ready for school that morning. Every class we went to was airing the news. I didn't understand why we were attacked...well, I guess I still don't. Ten years--although I feel like a totally different person now, it doesn't seem that long ago.

"One of the lessons of 9-11 is that evil is real, and so is courage."

Lucas' First Day


  
Today was Lucas' first day at his Faith Formation classes with his pre-K group. This is a weekly course from now til April 2012. I am so grateful to be a part of St. Bernadette, and getting my kids involved so early. They both love Janice--the sweetest lady who runs the nursery and pre-k classes. Lucas did well and Olivia had fun in the room next door playing with other toddlers. I volunteer once a month and take them with me so it's basically a playdate :) It's also nice to get to pay attention during mass and truly pray, but at the same time, I get lonely without them sometimes lol.




When I went to get him after mass, Lucas happily walked holding the teachers hand, over to me. He grabbed his little bag he worked on and said, "mommy! bag!" and then "flower, rock!" The teacher and Janice told me they went outside today to learn all the things God made and collect some. He also colored some pages, did puzzles, had storytime and then at the end watched Veggietales. A good day :) Lucas says "bye Janice. thank you". So cute to see him growing up. When I told him at home that he was a big boy at "church school"--he said "backpack!"...he knows that backpacks are synonimous with going to school haha. He carried that little bag around (even during his nap..) and couldn't wait to show daddy his treasures when daddy woke up. (working nights)

Grateful.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Dedicated to the Families of 9/11 Victims

I have been listening to this lovely song by Sia called "My Love" for a while. It's really pretty on the piano, but I don't have one so I changed the tuning on my guitar slightly and added chords that sound similar to the piano in the original. The song is on the "Twilight" movie soundtrack, but I haven't seen any of those movies. Sia wrote the song about a boyfriend who while traveling ahead of her on a trip was killed in a car accident. When I first read the lyrics about a month ago, I immediately thought about the families of the 9/11 victims...the children who are a decade older now, and the widows and widowers left in all their grief. All the military men and women who have passed and their hurting families. I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do.

Julia Holcomb

I recently got a few biographies/autobiographies from the library to read when I have time. One of them is Steven Tyler's. I figured it'd be as sensationalized as it is, but it's pretty amazing how early he really achieved fame in NYC at a young age, and how he pretty much got to meet/see all the artists he idolized all the time. Reading his own account of his stardom and talent makes me see, that in order to be really successful as a celebrity, you really have to be full of yourself from the get-go. I haven't gotten too far into his "big break" in the book, but I had heard a little about one of his girlfriends in the early 70's named Julia Holcomb. I looked up some articles on her and was really saddened by her story, but it's a story that needs to be heard because she ultimately found happiness, forgiveness and purpose....those things are hard to find for a lot of women these days.

   If you'd like to read the whole article she wrote it is here. She wrote it in response to an earlier article written about her and Steven Tyler which is here.

  Julia Holcomb was a young girl, whose dad abandoned her mother and her siblings, she lost her 10yr old brother in a bad car accident in which she was also injured. Her older sister ran off at age 16, and Julia felt in the way of her mom's relationship with a new husband. She became friends with an older girl who was able to get her backstage at Aerosmith concerts in the 70's when she was 14. She caught Steven Tyler's eye and they continued to see each other. Steven even convinced Julia's mom and step-dad to sign over legal guardianship of Julia to him, so that she could live with him in Boston. (Sounds like Elvis & Priscilla's beginning)



   Although they were both doing drugs, they had a good relationship and Tyler decided he wanted to have a family with Julia. He threw out her birth control pills and she became pregnant in 1973. They were both initially happy to be pregnant. Steven brought her home to his family, and told them that he intended to marry her, asking for his grandmother's ring. The family expressed concern of him marrying such a young girl (16 yrs) and his grandmother had reservations about giving away her ring for fear it could leave the family forever.  Julia says after that disappointing visit, things changed between them.

   She was often alone, without money, without a car, pregnant and sometimes doing coke. All this while Steven still had legal guardianship of her. She doesn't remember how it started, but while alone in his apartment one day, she awoke to smoke and fire and accounts how she remembered the Bill Cosby commercials on "Learn not to Burn". The only safe place she could find was inside the fireplace where she passed out and was eventually rescued by firemen.

   While in the hospital, the doctors didn't think she would survive due to the inevitable smoke inhalation to her and her baby. She was now 5 months pregnant. She actually sustained very little damage to her lungs from the smoke, and the baby was also fine. During this traumatic event, Steven (who apparently was convinced by friends, family and managers) persuaded Julia that having an abortion was the only safe thing for all of them to do, and that it would restore their troubled relationship. Julia resisted a few times, but eventually gave into his pressuring her, and underwent the traumatic procedure right then and there.

    She tells of how Steven snorted coke to numb himself to what he was witnessing...and that he later told her (since she wasn't permitted to see..) that their 5 month old baby boy had been born alive and left to die. This still happens today. Now, at 5 months a baby born prematurely can survive with medical assistance. Anyway, Julia and Steven's relationship quickly dissipated and Steven became involved with a Playmate Bebe Buell who says Julia called threatening suicide many times. (interesting sidenote--he also impregnated Bebe, who decided to have the baby, but gave her to Todd Rundgren to act as the father...that little girl is Liv Tyler) Steven's drug use inevitably increased to the point of drug seizures. In 1977, Julia returned home to her mom and stepdad, and after a few phone calls from Steven, they never spoke again.
Steven & Bebe
   Steven's longtime friend Ray Tabano said,

"So they had the abortion and it really messed Steven up because it was a boy...He saw the whole thing and it f*cked him up big time."

   Steven also said of his own experience:

  “It was a big crisis. It’s a major thing when you’re growing something with a woman, but they convinced us that it would never work out and would ruin our lives. ... You go to the doctor and they put the needle in her belly and they squeeze the stuff in and you watch. And it comes out dead. I was pretty devastated. In my mind, I’m going, Jesus, what have I done?”


This is what Julia herself has to say today,

  “Someone may say that my abortion was justified because of my age, the drugs, and the fire. I do not believe anything can justify taking my baby’s life. The action is wrong. I pray that our nation will change its laws so that the lives of innocent unborn babies are protected.


She is now married with 6 children, and they also are legal guardians of a little girl whose young mother chose life and gave her baby to them out of love. Such a great ending. I feel so happy for Julia to have made it through such a dark time, especially at a young age, with a celebrity mind you, her idol.

   I am so irritated when I read the articles and commentary on the feminazi sites demeaning Julia's feelings and her story, for fear it might sway people from loyally supporting the abortion industry.
They write:

  "Anti-choicers are practically drooling over the testimony of Julia Holcomb..."

  "...heralding the importance of each person’s story should never replace or overwhelm the importance of recognizing a diversity of reproductive needs and experiences..."

   One popular feminazi site said,
  
  "Earlier this month, the National Review ran a story on the "trauma" of abortion with an unlikely star at its center.."

   Was it really necessary to put quotes around the word "trauma?" You think your readers have any doubt about where you stand on the issue? Why did you need to belittle someone's pain? An experience that was accounted as traumatic by those involved? And can even people who are pro-choice actually believe there is no trauma in the act of abortion, for the woman, for the doctor and witnessing staff, for the man who might have fathered the baby, and certainly for the baby?

These feminazi are not interested in helping women who have had abortions, when they discount and deny the grief women bear. I know women and men who've taken part in abortions and regardless of where they are in the grief process, THERE IS a heavy grief. A toll that is felt in all subsequent friendships and relationships and pregnancies. I wish more women would come out and tell their stories even if it is nothing but therapeutic. You are victims. If a wild and crazy drugged up rocker, who has undoubtedly seen (and heard...read his studio experience with Jimi Hendrix' mic...) it all, is still burdened with the morbid images he saw, don't you wonder how a "doctor" (yes, I am belittling the doctors that kill for money) can do that day in and day out with his own hands?

   What I don't understand about the feminazi's reactions to these stories, is what evil motive are they assigning to me, as a pro-lifer? In other words, what do I have to gain personally, by sharing these stories and for post-abortion trauma survivors who devote themselves freely to helping other women, or pro-lifers who adopt or take guardianship of babies who would've been aborted? It's obvious why feminazi are vehemently loyal to their pro-choice causes, because they think they "benefit" and "liberate" themselves with casual sex and abortion. But what do we pro-lifers gain by trying to defend a vulnerable and defenseless life? What is my incentive in your eyes?






   Julia was not campaigning for herself or anyone else, she wasn't selling anything, and yet she was still criticized and belittled as trying to attain fame during Steven Tyler's memoir release. I guess her honest story was threat enough to the abortion industry.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Tit anic

Today during the babies' nap, John and I watched a bit of "Titanic". I was inspired---So we did a sketch of each other---John took like 3 minutes and the result was sooooo hilarious, that he wouldn't let me show it on here. I took a little longer and he liked it enough to allow me to show you all--he says "ah yeah! i look skinny!" lol. Don't know how that happened but it's funny to see him smile at a picture I drew of him--i didn't think it would resemble him, so I'm sorta proud. (and the babies recognized him!)
 I told him not to worry--no one would know it was him because I'll label it "Hahn Jodge".