Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly...

You learned from an earlier post of mine that I suffer from a condition, Nomadic Envy! Yes, it's a very serious disease, but can be easily cured with a 17 year old RV (or VW bus), braids in your slightly unwashed hair,some beige corduroy pants and a quilt made of hemp adorned with Aztec tribal designs...oh and no mortgage.
I find my piece of solitude in wearing flip flops from the month of February to October, not agreeing to much of anything and camping during the summer. However, as of late I feel as though I'm climbing the walls with an itch I can't scratch! Maybe it's the fear of getting older (we've discussed that as well) or the fear of living a mediocre life, to land me gracefully in a coffin in about 74 average years! Now don't misunderstand, I love my family very much and appreciate my hardworking husband immensely,(I do however HATE my mortgage, paying for water and telemarketers)and I want more out of life for them as well. I have no intentions of packing up and wandering the unknown without them, but if the opportunity arose for us to be a traveling family, our bags would be packed!
Maybe my Irish heritage is to blame, or my father for allowing me to find freedom in my heart, and never putting a limit on what I could do. Whatever the reason, I desire it so... and maybe one day...who knows!

*I pity the city folk*

"Luke, I am your father!"

To know me and love me is to accept the fact that I....am a NERD! So when I saw that BING created a Top 5 sci-fi Movies of all time list, I immediately clicked to determine if I concur. I do not!

Here is the list as Bing sees fit:

#1. Star Wars (OK this is where I do agree, Star Wars is and always will be the greatest sci-fi movie of ALL time)
#2. 2001:A Space Odyssey (um, no. Yes this is a good film with it's scientific accuracy and dialog for its time. But I would not put this in the number 2 slot)
#3. E.T (OK, yes this deserves recognition. Probably more deserving of the number two spot than 2001.)
#4. A Clockwork Orange (WTF!? Here's Kubrick's twisted mind again, only this movie doesn't belong on this list. It belongs on the Top 5 cult movies of all time.)
#5. Blade Runner (Yes this is a GREAT movie but probably wouldn't make it onto my top 5...top 10 maybe)

So just for shits and giggles, I've compiled my own list (IF anyone cares :P)

#1. Star Wars (they are all number one to me, I have favorite scenes from each but they wouldn't be great without the entire collection)
#2. The Terminator
#3. Star Trek IV: The Journey Home (and now the current Star Trek is tied with this for the number three spot in my Top 5)
#4. Back To the Future
#5. The Fifth Element (My love for Bruce Willis squeezed Alien out of this slot)


Please feel free to leave your opinion or TOP 5 preferred list. If you think I'm a Dork and (think you) have a witty comment to attempt to ruffle my feathers, I've heard it all before but give it your best shot :p

Tip of the tongue

Alright, I'm entitled to one blog rant every once in a while, so today is my day.
I have pent up incredible amounts of frustration for myself lately. Writer's Digest (my favorite writing resource website) is holding their annual Popular Fiction short story competition and I can't for the life of me spit anything out!! The deadline is not until November, but I'm a first minute kind of gal!
For months I've felt as though I have the perfect story idea on the tip of my tongue, but as soon as I bust out that laptop, or pen and paper...I got nothin! I'm hiding my own creative writing from myself, I just know it's back there under lock and key in my imaginative mind. I feel like I'm the fool chasing a piece of paper in the wind, and when I bend down to pick it up, even foolish even to shout "Got Cha!", it's gone again!
Maybe I need to go for a drive...or a walk. Renting a cabin in the woods would be ideal but that's not an option. It's tough to capture that perfect idea in a jar and pop the lid on with Dora the Explorer blasting in your living room, a child coloring on the hardwood, a puppy tugging at your pant leg and laundry demanding to be washed...
I have determined that shouting profanities like a sailor will get you no where, neither will eating an entire pan of brownies!
What's a girl to do?

White Bread Wonder

As a child I (due to ignorance and/or misinformation) assumed that only smokers drank coffee, bologna was real meat, and that eating white bread was something you grew out of, like having lacy frills on the tops of your socks or using bubblegum flavored toothpaste.
However as an adult trying to choke down a perfectly good sandwich ruined by existing between two dense pieces of whole wheat, multi grain gag bread I think to my-self "I yam what I yam" and I don't give a damn if eating bread whacked with bird feed makes you a proper adult, its just turrible!

I imagine this grotesque baked good coming into existence from the fat hands of a puffy, flushed faced baker (who was told by his physician to eat better or slip into a diabetic coma) covered in flour with a crazed look in his eye, trying to decipher how he can enjoy a triple meat triple cheese deli gut bomb AND sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, pine nuts and Oates all at the same time.
I know it sounds horrendous...but how else would such a thing happen?!
Oh and if you're a 32 year old still wearing lacy frill top socks and have a squeeze tub of spongbob squarepants bubblegum flavored colgate on your bathroom counter...YOU ROCK THAT my sister/brother friend! Because I plan on eating plain ol white bread for the rest of my days!

On Writing....

So for the past three days I have been eyes, ears and nose deep inside Stephen Kings semi-autobiographical work of genius,On Writing! And if you even remotely enjoy Mr. King OR if you aspire to do anything to leave your mark in the world of writing, it would do you good to buy/borrow/rent this book. I haven't finished it just yet but feel immensely liberated and informed thus far.
My favorite thing about this book (other than the blunt hilarity) is how straight forward and to the point it is, AND the fact that Stephen King thinks it's just dandy to live and write in a plot-less world. THANK JESUS! Why don't they tell you that in creative writing 101?! I have forever been on a plot quest that I didn't want and now know, didn't need! I'm hoping (for myself) that my commitment issues will stay buried forever and the beautiful characters currently residing in my imaginative mind will SOON come to life on paper! And that my Stephenie Meyer/J.K. Rowling penis envy issues will resolve themselves upon publication of my brilliant novel (maybe one about vampires and werewolves who fly around on brooms trying to catch a girl) I will call it Twi-warts!! (I hope you, for the sake of my talent, realized immediately that was a joke) :p

*SPECIAL THANKS TO MY FRIEND AUNNIE FOR RECOMMENDING ON WRITING.*

If you don't have anything intelligent to say...

I would be full of sh*t if I told you I never take part in gossip or oogle my eyes across People magazine at the check out to catch a glimpse of Brangelia and Kpats.
However,I'm not the woman who snatches up one copy of every "scandal sheet", I don't go for coffee to "chitty chat" about who's wearing what, sleeping with whom, and driving what vehicle they can't afford. Mostly because I really don't give a damn and also because when I have taken part in the social butterfly fluttering; I feel the dark cloud of karma looming over my head, and my brain's left hemisphere crying for intelligent conversation.
If our country spent less time attempting to live vicariously through the lives of the rich and famous or worrying about what the neighbor over the fence is doing, and put that energy into something useful, imagine what we could accomplish!
Unfortunately I know a large amount of people, that if you stripped away their material items and silenced their overused tongue, there would be nothing left to them!
I'm sure the suffragettes would be ashamed of the tongues of "ladies" today!
I guess the purpose of my rant today is nothing but a puddle of hope. I hope for a brighter, more intellectual tomorrow,where women in coffee shops will discuss anti-gravity and traversable wormholes (and know what they are) while wearing flats and carrying a burlap sack in place of Louis-Gucci-Dooney-Guess!
I suppose in the meantime I shall work on me, you go work on you (if you so desire) and for the love of Christ if you do not know who the Suffragettes are LOOK THEM UP!

BE THE CHANGE YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD - MAHATMA GANDHI

Nomadic Envy

First I would like to apologize to the loyal three (and nameless readers) for my recent absenteeism. I was allowing myself a small but necessary summer vacation, basking in the scent of campfire and sleeping on mother nature's mattress, sans the Internet and Blackberry!
Which allowed me time to reflect and to peruse through the current goings on in my life. And what I boiled my raw egg down to is that I (*drum roll*) have NOMADIC ENVY!
It would be best for you to understand now there IS a difference between NOMADS and SQUATTERS! I have no desire to burn my social security card, have my fingerprints surgically removed and disappear from the face of the earth (that would be a squatter)I would however love to move to a different town, village or island once a year and experience a new way of life!
Living in the illusion that we are "free" and have "rights" is stifling me, and if they build another Wal-mart or pop up another Walgreen's is this vicinity I'm sure I will be entirely suffocated!
And while I think visiting the local theatre and not having to drive more than a half mile to purchase butter is a treat, I would immensely prefer to swim with dolphins and sleep in a hut that requires a mosquito net!
And now, allow me to clarify I AM NOT one of those people who believes everything is a conspiracy and I do not think the government has tapped my phone, I do however believe this country has too much money, too much anger, too many electronic devices and too much high fructose corn syrup!
To live with the Pygmies looks like a blessing from where I'm standing!

*NOTE: I AM WILLING TO CONSIDER ALL JOB OPPORTUNITIES AS A BLOGGING NOMAD IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE!!!*

What your music says about you

Do you ever wonder to yourself as your head bopping to Hall and Oates, driving your geo metro, dressed in all black with more holes in your face than a pin cushion, and a voodoo doll hanging from the rear view mirror, What does my music preferences say about me?!

Well I wonder this quite often, and while I don't think I've "head bopped" to Hall and Oates even once in my life, I do know this about myself...I have a vast and unusual play list on my ipod! So curiosity convinced me to google "What your music says about you" and I found a website oddly called www.outofservice.com, and they have a music personality test. After answering a handful of simple questions pertaining to my musical lifestyle and my childhood (?!) the results were in!

According to "The Do-Re-Mi's of Personality Tests" I am an introverted extrovert, who enjoys science fiction films, and believes that Independence, freedom and excitement are important aspects of life. I'm also dominate, imaginative and energetic.
Well that tells me nothing that I didn't already know and I think I'm just more confused. Maybe they should adjust their resulting comments to YOU ARE COOL OR YOU ARE NOT COOL!
I encourage you to visit this site and take your own music personality test! If nothing else it makes you seem more exciting on paper (unless you're the Hall and Oates pin cushion then...you should take a different test)

Pitchforks,Pistols = Blood, Guts GALORE!

So last night our family movie rental of choice was The Crazies!! Have you seen this delightful film yet? Well without giving too much away let me just tell you *SLIGHT SPOILER ALERT* It's about a government plane crashing out in the swamps of Black-tooth ville (that's not what they refer to the town as in the movie I can't remember the name but can recall the faces) and this plane contained a biological weapon (in liquid form) designed to render a small population dumb and defenseless (that's layman's terms) HOWEVER this plane was en rout to some other no name land when said plane crashes in this swamp, leaking this toxin into the town's water supply, not rendering the town's people dumb and defenseless, but crazed and murderous! *END SLIGHT SPOILER ALERT*
Now, this is a government plane for shit's sake you mean to tell me you don't have that extremely dangerous cargo on RADAR?! and you cant send the local sheriff a text or a tweet maybe saying...oh I don't know...DON'T DRINK THE WATER!?
What I'm getting at here passersby and loyal 3 followers (holla!) is why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we sit in front of the movie screen and spend 94 minutes of life we'll never get back, sweating, gnashing our teeth, biting our nails off up to the knuckles and clenching our jaw into the need for a dentist visit, why?! Have we become so jaded and numb that we need to see people get hacked to bits and others run for their lives (knowing damn well they ain't getting anywhere) to feel something?! I would love to know why you endure these gory and grotesque films because after I've sat through many of them I STILL haven't a clue why I do it. Thanks for your participation...I'm going to watch Finding Nemo now...