This light....

It's funny (funny ironic not funny haha) that I ended my last blog talking about Micheal J. Fox. The reason I love him so much is my grandma.
No... she didn't insist I watch the Back to the Future trilogy over and over again (although I did), she wasn't a die hard fan of Family Ties and I'm pretty sure she didn't care for Spin City. The reason she was so fond of the young man was because he was an advocate for Parkinson's Disease.
He was diagnosed with the disease himself 20 years ago and has since gathered millions of dollars towards research and written many charming and witty books on the subject in effort to raise awareness. Books I've read and enjoyed.
My grandmother had Parkinson's for the last 10 years. Lately she began to slip and yesterday, she died.
We had gotten a phone call a couple months back from her nursing home to warn us that they believed she was at the end of life. We've had this time to prepare. I'm very thankful for that. I got to be with her the day she died as well. Being able to say a proper goodbye was truly an answered prayer. It's like she waited for us. Thanks grandma.
People tell me I'm like her. That makes me proud. The friend's my mom grew up with are always telling me that. She never got mad. check. She was always DOING something and rarely sat down. check. She loved jazz. check. She was independent. check.
These are things that don't really explain her though. She loved, she really loved and I loved her. But hooooww she loved is where I can really identify with her. She wasn't much of a cuddler. You may be laughing because well... CHECK. My grandma didn't love me through a hug although I had received them; but, she showed me love. She always saw where I was coming from in my prepubescent tantrums and calmed me down with soothing words. She encouraged me to pursue my dreams and no one elses (she was a military nurse in WWII even though her family protested, cool... I know). She loved me by having a plate of mashed potatoes and bacon ready each time I walked in her house. Weird combibation, I know (and yes I did have a chubby stage) Those were my favorite foods as a child and she knew that. To this day I still love the odd combo.

RIP Joan Erffmeyer
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I'll miss you.

With old life, comes new.
Jimmy Morrison, my seregate brother, is a father for the first time tonight. Congrats on introducing a baby in the world Jimbo. Be good to it. Illustrate that life is really, truely beautiful.

This week has been really wonderful for reminding me that. It's been a nostalgic one.

Much needed time with family. Like my adorable goddaughter, Claire.
Much needed time with friends. They see you through everything all the while thinking the very best of you. I miss Patty; it's good to give her a hug.
Much needed time with those odd, quirky, untitled relationships that kind of work as friends or family. Like the funniest, most interesting, crazy family I know: the Lawless' and their Irish Wolfhound :D. Madagan.

I saw this light... and it was beautiful

The Flavor of this My World

Blog#1 Scurrrrrrrry... I've never written one of these before and I'm really nervous I'm going to think to much because that's what I do. I overthink. I want this to be natural. I'm told I'm a good story-teller so I want to do my best to make this blog seem like one of my animated storys. Spoken not written. I'm not super formal... so lets go.

I work full time at Tent Theater as the Scenic painter.


I love what I do; I'm just not thrilled with how often I do it. 1 MORE DAY! There is a celebration in order. So, tomorrow is Triva Night at the local Irish Pub with my closest friends. Now I haven't had it yet, but I just have a feeling it's going to be a great night. Friends are a constant comfort.


Speaking of comforts, I really like old things. I love the history one object can hold. My brother and I inherited this from my mother who made my home growing up look like an ad straight out of Country Living Magazine. Here's the family in flesh:


Cute. My mom and dad came to visit last week and while my brother and fajah went fishing, momison and I went to the flea market. I bought a cute vintage bird planter and planted a cactus in it. Yesterday... get this, this is crazy... I was on Urban Outfitters website and ran across this: http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&navAction=jump&id=16431397&search=true&isProduct=true&parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&color=03 It's a reproduction of the one I had gotten! and here's the kicker! I planted the same plant in that very same planter (only mine is authentic, of course) Examine:

AHHHHHH! I was so nerdily excited. I also got in the habit of buying fresh flowers at the farmers market (thanks Liz and Alex). I took my mom and she loved it. Summer is the best for the sort of flowers I like. WILDflowers. de loco de crazy. I arranged this bouquet from discount flowers from the grocery store:
Little Joys. A reminder that the world is a really beautiful place and that Im really blessed to be living, here in Springfield, with the friends I share and to have the adoring family God has graced me with.

This may be a bit scattered but it's a good idea of whats to come. As I wrap up my Nancy Drew novels, the readers of my blog will hear my first review; when a new band decides to work it's way under my skin, I'll post exactly what it is I like about them; The funny things my loved ones do, my ungraceful, clumsy moments as well as my biggest triumphs will be shared with you... at least thats the idea.

I love Micheal J. Fox and I want to be a testament to his philosophy. I want to be an incurable optimist.