You Got the Right Stuff

"The fear of the LORD teaches a man wisdom, and humility comes before honor." Proverbs 15:33

Mark Walhberg remains my lip loving school girl crush...but Donnie Walhberg is my new hero.

Smiles, laughs, shoots the breeze with background, listens to his director, and takes pictures with fans.

Giving more fuel to my theory that the Masshole men rule the school.

No sign of Magnum PI...but plenty of short shorts wearing hipster boys on the Blue Bloods shoot tonight in Greenpoint.

Step by Step yo.

Roadblock

"In your anger do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent." Psalm 4:4

Yes, but first...a few words from a lethally tired woman trying to navigate the punks (see VISUAL) and blockades at the subway exit.

Oh my Lord, he's here again...The police brigades are up and NYPD's finest has gathered on E. Houston. How many times does the man stop traffic and generate debt in Manhattan?

All I know is he has promised federal Judge Susan Bolton sexual favors or room in his entourage as she just blocked Arizona's right to protect their borders. Again, another person who is in favor of REFORM. The catch word of this laughable Administration.

Looks like Kagan gets to show which way she leans sooner than later.

Aahh. I couldn't stay away for long.

Now I will take my dose of X-Stress and find solace in my governing light.

Now, don't we feel better?

Hippie at Heart and Stomach

"You drench its furrow and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops. You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance." Psalm 65:10-11

I have to move to the concrete jungle to learn of this deliciously sustainable smorgasboard...

At the generosity of a friend, I strolled two blocks through Tompkins Square Park with two canvas bags on my shoulders to take full pleasure in his fresh share.

Farm to Table. This is how we ALL should be shopping...

JUST FOOD>>>

Time to be a card-carrying locavore?

For days I sat in the back of a court room set twiddling my nail bitten thumbs, giving my gradual nods, wondering just what was my purpose for warming the bench...then today with the swift opening of a door, Mr. Big waltzes in, slides down beside me and meets my gaze.

The nether quiver was my answer.

Never mind.

Have you noticed I'm steering clear of politics?

Scattered Pictures

"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him." James 1:5

When King Solomon asked the Lord for wisdom, my guess is he was not talking about the prematurely acquired.

A recollection at brunch when asked about childhood...

~~She had these enormous round breasts. The kind that looked absolutely rock hard and perky in an Ocean Pacific mono-kini. Breasts so large, that no 11 year old should even think about, let alone possess.

She had a sassy cropped haircut and attitude to go along with her stellar pair. Flat as a soft and sweet pancake, I was in utter( no pun intended) amazement.

Her half sister and friend drove us up the highway to nowhere Georgia for the weekend with her sometimes estranged mom.

Even though they were sixteen, they picked the blond with braces, 6th grader to be their guinea pig.

I walked through the doorway of the town's greasy hangout called Uno Pizza, past the pinball players, and fed $1.25 worth of quarters into the cigarette machine.

My small victory: a shiny pack of Winston's.

The hair sprayed gaggle was thrilled I scored the smokes but condemned me when I didn't inhale at first tug.

We listened to Iron Maiden on the hood of one of the long-haired guys Trans-Am. "The boobs" claimed she had french kissed him. He kept winking at me as my dirty bare feet dangled off the front bumper. He tried to steal a grope.

I realized I had sliced the bottom of my foot as we snuck back through her bedroom window and blood dripped all over the pink twin sheets. And spent the remainder of the night avoiding the girl drinking a wine cooler glaring at me though her heavily lined eyes at the smoke I held in my mouth, as I learned a new way of the world.~~

Now ask me that question again...Did YOU grow up naively?

Brighton Beach Memoirs

"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Colorful scenes from Little Odessa....where the Russians were invaded.

пляж! пляж! пляж! пляж!

This Is Your Brain...Hungover.

"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me." Psalm 51:10-12

“The Master of Life's been good to me. He has given me strength to face past illnesses, and victory in the face of defeat. He has given me life and joy where other saw oblivion. He Has given new purpose to live for, new services to render and old wounds to heal.
Life and love go on, let the music play.” JC

When I raised my head from a muscle relaxer stupor, I blinked my eyes twice at the screen and listened to the murmured chuckles of the amused hipsters getting first breath of the classic Point Break dialogue.

The sun set on the western side of the shiny happy Empire State Building, and I drank another glass of cold NY homegrown Rose. What better place to give tribute to Patrick Swayze, God Bless him, then on a breezy rooftop night.

A missing set of keys this morning has my mind on a fuzzy scavenger hunt across this island. Unfortunately no recall of the cabby's number but a picture of a gaping pocket comes to mind. I'm trying to hold it together and lead by example for my husband that we shouldn't fight about anything other than scandalous infidelity and abuse. What the hell is irresponsibility anyway? Just a neck jerk on a sudden drop.

I wonder if I could afford a therapist in a town where a six pack of Sierra Nevada runs me an hours wage. Just the idea of spreading out on a cool leather sofa and staring at the twisted bamboo on a streakless glass coffee table, asking the pertinent question of "What am I going to do with the rest of life?" has great appeal. I'm adding it to the list.

Spent a $100 on warm Barbera and cardboard with sauce last night with other suckers on The Bowery. I'm giving Keith Mcnally my money 3 more times before I exhaust that New York scene and invest my quarters in bahn mi and Vietnamese noodles. So what if its domesticated meat, at least its cheap.

I eye the Manila envelopes labeled to various casting directors laying on my dusty printer then divert my eyes so I don't dwell on the fact they've been there for two weeks. I ponder composing my brilliant cover letter but decide to hang upside down and chant incessantly...Alcohol is a depressant.

My temporary shrink, Johnny Cash agrees.

But seriously, what am I going to do with the rest of my life?