Pfunksfoolosophy

Well, kids…you and I both know that I’m slacking on this blog thing. I want to write and then I forget to write and then…well, an excuse is just a well guided lie, so I’ll give you some reasons I’ve not been good about blogging.

The first reason is that I had started blogging in order to make some cash. That was just me backin’ the wrong horse, wasn’t it? It takes time to cultivate an audience, get page rank, blah, blah, blah…just gimme some money! Yeah. I don’t have the wherewithall for that.

Second reason: I’m lazy about writing when I am trying to make money pursuing other avenues. Yep. Lazy as a mofo.

Third reason: My life has become hectic. Remember that (oft quoted by me) line from “Coalminer’s Daughter” when Loretta has her breakdown onstage? “Patsy’s always sayin’ ‘Little girl, ya got to run your own life!’ Well, my life’s runnin’ me and…” yeah. Mom’s stroke ripped me a new one, I lost my job, blah blah yadda yadda yadda…whine whimper.

SO, I’m not making any promises. I’m fairly certain I’ll muster up the courage to go on with this blog, but I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to revamp this thing and make it a resource for those who think young. NO, no…I think I’m going to post recipes and cooking tips and what have you…whattaya think?

Lemmeno, ’cause I’m paid up for another year and I don’t want to waste it.

I’m forever yours…faithfully.

Yay!

During your day to day activities you never really notice plastic. Sure, you notice when you’re asked ‘paper or plastic’, but do you ever wonder where your contractor gets the stuff he/she uses in your house or where signmakers get their supplies?

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Pretty cool stuff, when you think about it. Especially if you’re a geek like me.

Hey gang, since I’ve been slacking off in my blogging, I thought I’d let you all know that I’m back to getting paid for my opinion so, I’ll be endorsing stuff on here.

Stuff that I think is worth your attention. Hopefully, this will open up your world a bit as well.
Other than that, I’ve got to share this bit with you: I joined Planet Fitness. For one dollar. The place is a no-frills ‘judgement free’ zone and I dig it. If you have one near you and you’re short on cash, definitely check it out. They were running a promotion, so I’m only paying 10 bucks a month. Even I can afford that. Pretty groovy.

So, while I’m getting my soul in shape, my body is gonna follow suit.

Win/Win? You know it.
Keep on truckin’, babies. Keep on truckin’!

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In other news: Mom is still going strong.

To all of my blogger friends, Sassy especially–we will be in touch. Life is hectic, but you’re in my thoughts.

As many of you know, I love motorcycles. I’ve dated guys just because they’ve owned bikes. Shallow, yes, but I can’t afford a Harley Liberty just yet and the Liberty was limited edition anyway. Maybe I’ll just get myself a nice Heritage when I turn 50 and cruise around like youth dying hard…I’ll have to know how to trick it out and how to repair it, right?

Well, you can go wrong with checking out yamaha motorcycle parts a great resource for all things motorcycle. Seriously–if you want to trick out your Honda Goldwing, your Harley, crotch rocket, you name it they’ve got over 30,000 parts and accessorties to get you on the road–just like Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda, and without the hassle of the Man gettin’ you down. Any make or model and they’re offering a savings of at least 60%.
Did I just write that? Yep, 60% off.
Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a sports bike or a nice cruiser (which is my preference), you’ll find what you need in one place.

Are you born to be wild?

Senator Edward  Kennedy AND Dominick Dunne passed away.

Both of these men were lions in winter, so to speak. Both of these men were to be admired for their tenacity, their wit, their intellect, their passion.
Mr. Dunne was an early champion for those affected by murder of a loved one. His lovely, luminous daughter Dominique was brutally murdered by her boyfriend who is now free and living somewhere cooking for people and getting on with his LIFE. HIS. LIFE. He served a joke of a sentence. Dominique was about the age of my youngest kid when her life was snuffed out.  I don’t know what it’s like to lose a child–especially not to murder. I can’t imagine what he and his family endured over these years. I know  how it feels to lose a sibling and to lose a fiance. You never forget them. The memories start to get fuzzy and it feels as if you dreamed the time when they  were in your life, but they were real and they’re gone.
So crazymaking. But, Mr. Dunne moved forward, angrily, with the savage conviction of someone who had suffered but willed himself to prevail over the circumstances. He wrote.

Sen. Kennedy suffered tragedies that one cannot fathom. So much loss in his life and so much life in the man. He wasn’t without his warts, though. He drank. He caroused. He fought hard in the Senate and very often won.

They had more in common than I thought, when I first ruminated about writing today.

Both men lost someone to murder. Vicious cruelty. Both men kept their demons deep down inside until it bubbled up into action. They made a life for themselves creating something meaningful and something lasting.

The legacies that they leave behind are palpable and real. They taught me at least, that one can either buckle under the  pressure of living without his loved ones or he can rise up again and again and forge a life with purpose and meaning.

I had the pleasure of speaking w/Mr. Kennedy on a couple of occasions when I was  much younger and he was warm, intelligent and understanding–encouraging me to go into Law.

I chose medicine and eventually theater. He would have laughed at my choice but understood my passion for entertaining people and known that I would have figured a way to make my mark on the world, to do some kind of service to humanity.

Laughter heals. Laughter educates. I’m no state Senator, but I can make you laugh and make  you think.

I feel blessed and honored to have shared a little time and space with him. He did influence me in positive ways and I will continue to volunteer and fight for what I believe in because like my grandfather, he believed that one must be of use.

More later…I’m still trying to sort out my thoughts.
Be useful, peeps. DO SOMETHING WITH PURPOSE AND MEANING!

Yeah, that’s right. What has happened to journalism these days? Doesn’t anyone have to be responsible? Don’t we check facts? Well, no. And it happens on the left and the right, doesn’t it?

I think when ‘journalists’ write books purported to be factual, they should probably not try to fit the facts to suit their purposes or they should call what they write ‘fiction’.

Michelle Malkin recently had a new book published about President Obama and  his corruption. That’s all good and well, but how much research could she have done about his corruption while in office if he’s not  been in office a year yet?
Give it time, crazypants. You’re exposing nothing just yet. You distort facts. You hurt me intellectually. I don’t care if we disagree about politics–to quote John Mellencamp “ain’t that America”, so go for it, but please, please, please (James Brown) have your facts straight and be RESPONSIBLE enough to have something substantial.

I’m a Democrat, but for crying  out loud I gave Bush some  time to get his mind around being  president. Sure,  it took 8 years for him to mess things up, but I still gave the man some time. Ya never know. He could have been some kinda savant. He had a knack for getting his way, I’ll give him that. AND goodness knows he loves to whip us up into a jingoistic frenzy. Still. I didn’t start dissing him until the first year, year and a half. And he pulled some real boners.

Malkin never met a fact she couldn’t distort or a lie she couldn’t tell with glee, her teeth bared and eyes glazed over. Wow. Come on, woman…I put up with your thin volume of tripe regarding Japanese internment camps, you provocateur, you. You know, now that I think about it, you’re not the problem. The folks who buy into what you and your co-hort Ann Coulter are shrilling…or shilling. Hm.  I have a sneaking suspicion that Coulter doesn’t believe half the crap she’s saying, she just enjoys the attention. Let’s face it, she’s probably not getting much action at the happy hour buffet.

Both of these ladies have a lot in common, although I’m sure they’d disagree with me.

Intellectually irresponsible, morallly corrupt–they don’t encourage intelligent discourse, they’re  divisive while attempting to defend ‘our nation’s values’. I think we would like to value the truth.

I have friends who are conservative, but they’re not morons. Alright, most of ‘em ain’t no morons. They search for facts and try mightily not to distort them in order to win arguments.
Michelle–give it a rest, learn what journalism really means and stop your self-loathing. You’re a Filipino American, just like my Aunt Anna. She doesn’t hate herself the way you seem to…Stop the hate speech. Do some research. Stick to the facts. Or…you can stop writing and expecting to get paid for the effort.

Thanks. May you get everything you deserve in life.

the rant ends now.

my apologies to anyone who was expecting stellar writing from me here.

Well, kids…hope you’re having a riproaring summer. I’m having some challenges, but mostly…mostly life  is good.

Mom had a stroke in February, as many of you know, Koya was in a car accident and had scheduled surgery(unrelated to the accident) so I was needed in NC.

I was down there for nearly 2 months. I’m emotionally exhausted but not spiritually, so that’s a groovy thing, no?
Look, it’s late but I just wanted you to know  that I’m back.

Guess I’m going to have to draw you folks back, huh?
Hope someone is reading.

If not, I’m gonna change the format and just post recipes.
let me know!

This is gonna be short and sweet–I hope.

Today is the day we are to honor our mommies and well we should. My mom is my best friend, my biggest cheerleader and the best person I know. We’ve probably been too close sometimes, but I’m blessed that she’s still around. My ‘kids’ lost their mom when they were only toddlers, so it’s a bittersweet day for them. Still, we get on with our lives with laughter, love and a whole lot of yappin’.

I have friends who have complicated relationships with their family members and I can’t really relate. With me, there’s never an unexpressed thought or emotion, so it’s usually out there when I disagree with my mom. There’s mutual respect so as far as I’m concerned, every day is Mother’s Day for her. BUT, if you’re in a spot where you can’t communicate with your mom, consider that she made the choice to have you and possibly give you the best of her best as well as the best of her worst. Perhaps you’re only seeing the best of her worst right  now. Just love her.  If you don’t feel loved by her, convince  yourself that it’s not you; it’s an issue she must work on. You are loved and you are worthwhile. You do matter. If you have kids, you don’t want to pass that stress on to them. Rise above it and honor yourself today–whether you’re male or female.
Some words of wisdom from my mom:
“A dog that leaves a bone will take a bone”—this means that anyone who gossips with you will gossip about you.

“An excuse is a well guided lie” —this  means that you can have a reason not to do something, but an excuse? Well, that’s just pure horsecrap.

“For every finger you point, you’ve got three pointing right back at yourself”—don’t throw stones ’cause your house is made of glass.

“Eat plenty of fiber” –let it flow, already so you’re not full of crap yourself.

Wise words from a wise woman. They’ve kept me relatively sane all these years.

So, have fun…be well and rock it like you know you can!!

I have found that I am absoloutely hooked on “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” on HBO.

Having read the books, I was excited to see it come to life onscreen. Jill Scott is great! The whole cast is on the mark and it’s refreshing to see some color on HBO that isn’t gang, jail or drug related. If you get the chance, take a look. I have OnDemand so I can watch the episodes back to back on the weekends…sublime.

Okay, that’s enough of that. What  else is new? I’m on Twitter. Hard to believe, but I am, ain’t it? Well, it’s a great way for me to network and as a result, I may have more cooking students. Perfection.

Mom is on the mend, but I think I may have to go back down south to take care of her and give my kid a much needed rest. Part of me wants to tell the kid to just suck it up and get over herself, but  compassion is needed here. SO, yeah…I’m gonna make it a priority to get my arse down there.

Hmm…let’s see…I’m basically happy. Things are where I want them, but they’re where they are and usually, you’re where you’re supposed to be, right? Okay, so no complaints here. Working from gratitude comes easier to me the more  I realize all I’ve been through.

Ya just have to take stock and appreciate what you have. Appreciate it.

Hey, if you are on Twitter, definitely follow Melissa Gilbert. She’s a freakin’ hoot, that kid.
Adorable, accessible  and real. Like she gets  it, ya know?
Twitter can become addictive to those of you who have that type of personality, so go easy.

Go gently…be cool…

It’s all groovy, kids!
Celebrate!

Well, there’s a lot of moving and shaking going on and this economy is ignoring my pleas for relief, so I’ve decided that reaching out to others is my best bet. Yep, I’m going to forge ahead, gang. I’m going to teach cooking, start a group, get things moving. My writing is always there and my perfoming…well, I’m going to take it in another direction, focusing less on stand up and more on performance pieces that will eventually get my one woman show up and running.

Seeing too much crap out there that is not only NOT entertaining, it’s not of any use to anyone. We’re becoming complacent and we’ve already seen what that can do…the last 8 years mean anything to anyone? More reality shows, more entertainment news organizations…more gossip. Ehhhh…can’t we stay out of one another’s lives already?

So, this blog may change in the coming months. It may be more performance and art related. I’ve not decided yet, but thanks for sticking with me.

In other news, I’m still praying for the Neeson/Richardson clan. They need to be lifted up because while you can learn to live without your loved ones, you never get over it and they are doing it under the watchful and beady eyes of the media.

Send out your love.

Are you guys using Twitter yet? It’s mildly addictive for those who are information junkies.  Apart from the celebrity stuff—you get to know who they’re lunching with and the like, there’s a host of information based twitterbits. It’s really interesting. Had I not been on Twitter, I’d not know that Amazon has decided to ‘de-rank’ what they term ‘adult’ content materials. Now, when I first heard that, I thought “okay, it’s about porn or something’. Nope, folks like James Baldwin and works that address gay issues (for example, discussing how a kid can have two mommies) are on the list. But, there is room for Mein Kamf. You figger that  one out.

Personally, I think it’s up to the parents to decide what is appropriate for their children. Parents should be monitoring what their children do on the internet anyway. Are we finally too lazy to do that? I think some of us are and that is crazy. Let’s speak out against this kind of bookburning. Bah and humbug. Is Mark Twain adult material? Yeeks, man.

Lemme see…oh, yeah…the weather inside ME. Well…it’s fair and warmer with a slight breeze from the north…sorta calling me home. I’m almost set in my shoes again.

Going to go back down to NC to help w/Mom. Koya is about to lose her grip, poor kid.

She’s gonna make it home okay, I assure you.

Sending you loads of lovely love and a good dose of silliness.

Get outside and make some noise. Buy some balloons…do a cartwheel. Roll down a hill. Swing on some swings…it’s all grooviness if you make the choice.

Choose happiness.