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New word for the day: Dumb-assery

Framing Grey

It’s kind of like when I made up the word fuckery when talking to teenagers.

Fuckery – verb; synonyms, trouble, danger, trickery; ex. make me bail you out of jail

“Don’t be getting into any fuckery while you’re out!” Or “Keep the fuckery at a minimum guys!”

Dumb-assery – verb; stupid, dumb ex. making a bunch of T-shirts for an awesome gig, everybody wears them, taking no pictures

BFE Rock Club was awesome and the guys put on a great show. Here are the only pictures I have that sort of shows the T-shirts.

I mean … seriously … There were 56 people that showed up and almost all of them had Framing Grey t-shirts on. How did I not get more pictures of that?


It was a busy, but fun night. The guys started the show with Colossus, a powerful intro that demands attention and so much fun…

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On stage at Acadia

What fun we have here!

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Now that’s a good song!

Summertime is fun time!  Framing Grey is booking gigs for this summer in Houston.

Can I just say how excited I am?  They sound good!

Nick on vocals ——->>>>>>>

“The Widow” by Mars Volta

Nick Blevins – Vocals, Guitar
Jake Blevins – Drums
Herb Ochoa – Bass


A Personal Message

I wrote this about a year ago.  This is not my usual tone, but my raw feelings.  Unfortunately, the person(s) to whom it is directed will probably not receive the message.  It was cathartic to write, and very personal to share.

A Personal Message

Webster’s Definition

Cathartic: a medicine that causes the bowels to be purged. (Ain’t that the truth?)

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How to keep sane while working from home…

When you have kids and family demands, working at home seems like a good idea, right?  Here are some of the pros and cons, and how it really works.

The pros:  I work from home.

I am available any time anyone needs me.

The cons:  I work from home.

I’m available any time anyone needs me.

For example, I have a simple transcription job this morning that should take about three hours.  I usually save the transcription work for when the kids are home.  It doesn’t take too much brain power, but I do need uninterrupted interrupted (over and over again) time to finish it.  I figure that it should be easy-peasy.  Not so fast, girlfriend, you are about to be humbled:

Here’s how it has gone so far:

7:30 am

Get out materials, coffee, pens, paper.

Download needed files, set up Word doc.


(Rats!  Everybody is waking up already.  It’s SATURDAY people!  During the school week, it’s murder waking you up.  I better clean the kitchen up before everyone makes it worse.)

Clean kitchen.

While I’m cleaning the kitchen, Tadpole says, “Hey mom, I’ll help you by doing some of your work for you.”  And she proceeds to type furiously in my new document, asking questions and updating her progress every five seconds. “What do these red, squiggly lines mean?”  “I have 56 words already!”  “I bet you are so, so happy that I’m getting this started for you.”

Did she say, “I’ll help you by rinsing dishes”?  No.


More coffee.  Kiss Tadpole on the head and shoo-shoo her away from my computer.  (She’s cute, what can I say?)

Start a new word doc.  Begin working.


Tadpole and Froglet are laughing/fussing/crying/grousing loudly at each other.  Break up fight.  Froglet mutters, “shut up” to me under her breath. (She’ll pay for that later.)


Back to work.  I’m really getting into it now.  I’ll be finished in no time.


“Hey mom, do you know where the clippers are?”  “Mom, are there any tamales left?” “Can I play my game?”  “We want to workout in the garage, but it needs to be cleaned.” “Can you help me with my ponytail?”


Current time:  2:48 p.m.

Work completed:  1 hour


Here’s how you pay back the mouthy child that likes to say “shut up” to her mother.  While I’m helping Froglet with her ponytail, a discussion about the birthmark she has on the back of her shoulder/neck area.

She says, “I’ve never seen it.  I don’t know what it looks like.  Take a picture for me.”


It’s cute, right?

“Let me trace it for you, so you can see it better.”

Froglet, “Wait!? Is that a sharpie you are using?  That won’t come off.  Don’t.”


Froglet, “MOM!”

“Okay.  I’ll just trace it a little.  You can’t even see it in the picture.”


Froglet, “Why are you getting another color?  You already traced it and took a picture.”


“What are you doing?  Gawd, mom!”





What is this gem I have found?!

(This needs a sub-headline because it takes me a while to get to the point.)

Henry Valentine Miller (1891-1980)  American Writer and Painter

Best known writings are  “Tropic of Cancer,” “Tropic of Capricorn,” and “Black Spring.”  His works were banned from the U.S. until 1964 because of lewd content.

Henry Miller

Yesterday Frogger had a friend over.  Among the parade of teenagers that run in and out of the house, this kid is one of my favorites.  He’s a reader.  He’s cerebral.  A 16 year-old that reads Neitzsche!  He’s the kind of kid that likes to blurt out politically incorrect statements — with a gleamy, little side-eye to see the reaction.  He’ll say just what’s on his mind and damned the consequences.  Dark rebel, that one is.

Frogger likes everybody, but he worried if this particular friend would offend me and I’d throw him to the curb. He says, “Mom, he just says whatever is on his mind, don’t get offended.”   On the contrary!

Friend walks in once and says, “Hey, your house is not as messy as it usually is.”  I could have been offended by that statement, but I was impressed that someone actually noticed that I cleaned up.  Score one for friend.  I offered him some rice that I was making for dinner.  He says, “That was really good, but I didn’t like the bean in it.”  You found a bean it your rice?  One bean?  Weird because I didn’t put beans in it.  One random bean fell from the Heavens and ended up in the pot.  Funny.

So you get the gist of the ongoing, odd conversations that we have with this kid.  (Wow, it’s taking me a while to get to the point of things this morning.)

When this kid comes over, I always like to show him my new “finds” from the used bookstores I frequent.  My kids will listen when I blather on about a cool book I found, but it is similar to a hand-patting, “Oh, that’s interesting, Mom.”  Moving on… Point is, this kid likes my collection of books and I like to ask him what he’s currently reading.  I’ll lend him a book or two from my “special” bookshelf of all my favorites because I know that he will appreciate and take care with them.

Last night, he found one of my copies of Dante, “The Inferno,” and asked me if I had another printing because he wasn’t crazy about version he found.  Which lead me on a hunt to find my other copy of  “The Inferno,” which is where I found my gem.

There was a biography on my shelf that I had never gotten around to reading, so naturally, I got distracted from my original mission to check it out.  Inside the cover of the book was a handwritten letter from Henry Miller to a Dr. Glassell, who is the founder of Glassell School of Art and part of the Museum District here in Houston.

Now I am really curious.  Dr. Glassell is an important figure here in Houston, and Mr. Miller is an important literary figure; how in the world did this letter get into this book and into my grubby little hands?

Henry Miller letter

I looked online and found letters similar to this one valued at $5,000!!  Holy crap!  My first thought was, “Nobody touch it!!”  My fun project today is to see if I can figure out how to authenticate it.

The last line reads, “I don’t observe any of the damn holidays nor do I vote ever.”   Charming.

If y’all have any feedback or information about something like this, let me know.


My girls being cute

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Who needs to work anyway?

Me. *sigh*

I guess the kids have to eat.  Considering their ginormous appetites, they might have turned to crime or cannibalism if I hadn’t of stepped in.

I actually love to work.  It gives me a purpose, goals, and much inspiration.  So what’s with all the *big sigh* drama, you say?

I started freelancing, which has taken me away from the fun-nery of blogging and leisurely blog reading.  I’ve been getting some decent work and steady pay, but mostly, have lost the desire to run into oncoming traffic to give myself a bona fide excuse for severely neglected house projects.

Dishes?  What?!  How can I be expected to do the dishes when I have this big, important, high-paying job I’m trying to do here?  Did I mention that I’m still in my PJs?  There are deadlines, but — me being me — I make things more difficult than necessary.

For instance, I bid on a transcription job that was for this guy who had recorded a “reading” with a spiritual guide.  It was pretty entertaining because… Wow!  I got a front-row seat to cah-razy!  Our spiritual guide was telling poor sap that he actually didn’t belong in this world.  He was from the Fifth Dimension, and worked best in the Eleventh Dimension.  His Teachers, speaking all scary-like through the spiritual guide, told him that he had a special [insert vague, other-worldly] job here on Earth.

Yes, our alien friends are coming to save you from the mundane, sir, don’t you worry.

Easy-peasy, right?  It wasn’t going to be published anywhere important.  The guy basically just wanted it, in writing, so that he could feed his ego. Ya know, re-read how special he was. He was uber importante’ in relation to the rest of us peons that weren’t from the Fifth Dimension, but solidly ground in reality.  The rest of us are stuck in perpetual servitude, that is, making the actual world go ’round.  I don’t know, maybe he wanted to pass it around, show his mama or friends or whoever.

Point being, I complete the audio portion, all giggles, and move on to editing.  *GROAN*  I realized that I was not consistent with some capitalization and punctuation, etc. and spent twice as much time agonizing over details than I should have.  My husband would call that a waste of money.  You know, that “time equals money” blather.

Apparently, that does not compute in my teeny, little hyper-focused brain of mine.   It is much more important for me to not miss that punctuation error that nobody cares about.  Curse you punctuation gods!

I am currently plugging away on an elephant of a job, that… It’s just too painful to talk about right now.  Just… no.  We can’t go there yet.


Tell the Truth Tuesday

As promised, I have interviewed the lovely and talented Tadpole for Tell the Truth Tuesday.  It was an informative and eye-opening interview.

I asked questions about her musical talents and (almost) got the scoop on her newest love interest.  Find out the one question that made Tadpole lose her mind!  Good times were had by all.

(There was no over-acting on the part of anyone in the video.)

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Exclusive Interview with Tadpole

Tomorrow on Tell the Truth Tuesday:

I will conduct an exclusive interview with, Tadpole,  the youngest little rockstar of our group.  Granting her first ever interview, I will answer all the burning questions that readers want to know.

(Tadpole now and in a previous Halloween)

Questions like:

What does she REALLY think of her 4th grade teacher?

What is she going to be for Halloween this year?  Is she going to scare us half to death with another skeleton costume?

Does she have a love interest?

Who is her favorite parent?  (Footage may have to be heavily edited as I gratuitously fish for compliments.)

Tune in tomorrow for Tadpole’s first ever interview!


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