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pjocall
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pjocall is a 49 year old woman from MSP, Minnesota, USA
This is me:
mother of one, full-time student, erratic blogger
believes in faith, hope, and love
values diversity, art, children, humor and laughter
would rather eat an orange than an apple
likes reading and learning but by no means a higher intellectual
idealistic to a fault
needs aesthetic surroundings but not grandeur
enjoys walks in nature, the color blue, springtime, white flowers, cooking, ethnic food, travel, music
dislikes narrow-mindedness, frozen winters that never end, clutter
fascinated by human behavior; loves to people watch and analyze
creates scenarios and fantasies
would love to write a book if only I could organize my thoughts
guilty pleasures: Survivor; cinnamon rolls or any freshly baked bread
craves affection
needs coffee
and so on...:)
Avatar is Barbara Bates and Tom Turkey
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You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
Adam Young~Fireflies~Owl City
Cuz I like lightning bugs and I love this little happy song, and I love that it's a hometown Minnesota boy that sings it! Shout out for Owl City!
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Have you seen THIS
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"The Fiddler"
Marc Chagall
Truly a timeless and universal theme, Wikipedia explains this metaphor for life, captured in Marc Chagall's painting of "The Fiddler"
"The musical's title stems from a painting by Marc Chagall, one of many surreal paintings he created of Eastern European Jewish life, often including a fiddler. The Fiddler is a metaphor for survival, through tradition and joyfulness, in a life of uncertainty and imbalance."
I watched the local HS theatre production of this show last night. I think it's been twenty years (at least) since I saw the film. Watching it now as an adult, a parent, and through the eyes of life experience, it made me laugh, made me cry, but most of all, it made me appreciative of life....all of it. -
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Yeah, you'd be Rocky Road, soft as marshmallows, slightly nutty, and taste sinful like good European chocolate. Or, you'd be mocha coffee; smooth and strong. Maybe even rainbow sherbet, and delight me with different flavors!
Damn, who doesn't like ice cream..:)
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Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land
Of Enchantment
Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Magic
Follow Sweet Children
I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And
The Sorrows
Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And
Passions
Hush Now Dear Children
It Must Be This Way
To Weary Of Life And
Deceptions
Rest Now My Children
For Soon We'll Away
into The Calm And
The Quiet
~ Edgar Allen Poe OR John Debney (debated)
A melancholy witch's call to entice or lure poor innocents into the dark side. At least, that is how Disney chose to include it in one of my all time favorite Halloween movies, Hocus Pocus. For years my little chickadee and I would snuggle together and enjoy some hot cocoa with marshmallows and watch this movie together. The first clip is the poem; the second is a rousing rendition of the classic: "I Put a Spell On You"...love Bette!
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I like to tell my mom that she warped me as a young girl. It all goes back to one Halloween party forty or so years ago when she brainstormed costumes for my sister and I. We were each to go as Cinderella, with one ingenious twist: Our costumes were Cinderella, before and after. My sister, blonde and blue eyed, was dressed as the "after" Cinderella, the one who had been transformed into a princess by the fairy godmother. My sister had a shiny tiara resting in her curls and wore a pretty party dress while home fashioned "glass" slippers adorned her feet.
I, brunette and pale child that I was, was awarded the role of the "before" Cinderella, the one who wore rags and had coal smeared on her face. To add insult to injury, my sister and I were bound together by a ribbon, so that everyone could see that we were costumed as a pair.
I did manage to salvage my self esteem somehow, and actually my mom called it right. I am soooo not a fairy princess, and I believe that time spent in ashes is character building. However, I do pull the story out from time to time to tease my mom a bit. I am still waiting for a chance to try on that glass slipper, though. **
**sarcasm, I think...maybe... :)
***THIS is my favorite Cinderella story.
