Panhandlin' Woman

Ah, Florida. I have to admit, when I heard that my father and brother had been seduced by your siren song, I was a little more than miffed. Why not Alabama, boys, Alabama? Where Collin was born and raised!
But as I stood on your lovely beaches, strolled along your boardwalks and marveled at your "winter" weather- I began to understand the appeal. Mostly it was the beach- being a child of the moon and a water sign, of course I felt spiritually whole while wiggling my toes in the gulf waters. But there is a charm, I suppose, to all of Pensacola (where my family now resides).
However, I couldn't escape the two things I expected upon my arrival. Old folks and sleaze. Anytime you took a car ride, you were guaranteed to hear at least four separate ads that proclaimed to have the "Finest entertainment in the South!".My personal favorite was Sugar, located in Mobile- and appearing this weekend: Ice! Brown Sugar! Innocence! Jizzy! Crabby! Issues and Pop-Pop! (By the by, should the bottom ever totally fall out and I have to become a dancer, A private dancer. Dancer for money. Do what you want me to do. - then I am laying claim to the name Issues. Back off, girls.)
That being said, despite the retirement village atmosphere and occasional run in with walking STD's, it was rather nice. Even the Flora/Bama area- bless it's heart; You just have to know how to play the game. For example, your trip through most of Flora/Bama would be best accompanied by boiled peanuts (or as the gentlemen in their trailers on the beach would say - "Bauhhhl Pehuuuus."), cheap cigarettes, and anything on the classic rock station; lots of Rush and "Stairway to Heaven" or, "Steerwherrh- aw hell, Dan, I keep tellin' ya, I ain't touched yer wife!".
But here comes my secret shame, the element that brought me to my knees and tears to my eyes: Television. I swear I have not watched tv, with total remote control (puns!), in at least 6 0r 7 months. But what did I end up watching mostly on tv? Movies, of course. Batman, Goodfellas, Elf, Addams Family Values (which was a pleasant surprise, after discussing it so recently); I tried to get to the extended cable to catch up on anything I may have missed on Showtime, BBC America (and yes, IFC), but I was denied. Most un-triumphant.
Now I'm back home, twiddling my thumbs when I'm not at work, enjoying and at the same time resenting the total silence of my apartment. I have the rest of the holidays to contend with, which it seems no matter how hard I try to make them just as special as they used to be in my heart, something always happens that keeps them fairly miserable. It is so out of my hands, each year, that this time around I release control. If the holidays turn out happy, it truly would be a Christmas miracle- simply because they haven't been in so long.
But enough Scrooging around, I still plan on getting a tree and making cookies and all that gloriousness. Let's just say I've set the bar really low and will try to not be disappointed by the time 2010 rolls around.

Birdhouse in Your Soul

The lyrics you knew

I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while you're at it Keep the nightlight on inside theBirdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul


The Dial-a-Song version DIFFERENT LYRICS! (Who knew? Not this girl):
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell Out when you're all by yourself
There's a time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I don't want to talk about that And no one listens to that
But for the one who does, and she's the one you worry about
Don't you say anything If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'd like to cover the earth With a fresh-baked yummy dessert
People couldn't live in it, but I think it's worth the money and hurt
'Cause I couldn't tolerate All the empty places in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I don't feel thirty
Give me something to write on
I don't feel three hundred
Give me something to write on

In my house

Picking up my guitar again and lessons via youtube. If only Forsythe was around to teach me some quick honky tonk...

November Playlist (good for mindless hours at work)

Peppermint

So I dyed my hair red again. Hurray! I've always had fun as a redhead, even if it was artificial (the color, not the fun).






I find I usually color my hair when I need to see results immediately. That being said, I am keeping my patient pants on. I have several ideas up in the air, all of them good. I'm learning to juggle- Metaphorically speaking. It'll be a hot day in February in Wisconsin before you see me juggle for true! We'll see what wonders the world has in store for yours truly. Everything has the potential to be awesome, if I just keep my focus straight and my mind uncluttered with everyday woes!