Showing posts from August, 2011

anybody know of a good hair fertilizer?

i cut my hair the other day.  the bottom six inches was like straw.  it was so dry and brittle, but you know what else it was? it was LONG!  like, mid-way down my back long, and it was loved.  i loved that length with all the love my heart can hold for hair. 

which i've learned is alot.

sadly, it was beyond a simple deep conditioning treatment. (at least i think it was?)(i'm thinking now though that i never even gave vo5 hot oil a chance. remember that stuff? is it still even around? i think my grandma used to use it.  i don't even know if it works but next time i may give it a shot because this haircut has made me feel all kinds of pathetic.) at the time, all i could see was that my hair's only hope of salvation was scissors.

and now i hate it. i hate my hair.

i feel like some of my confidence fell to the floor with those dead ends.  the length made me feel better about myself.  i wish i could pull on it, stretching it out, forcing it to grow. 

i want it back.  it t…

nicknames are awesome

did i ever tell y'all my nicknames?  i don't recall ever doing such a thing, and i just thought tonight might be a good time.

my name is jodie, which you already know, and in knowing that, some of these will make some sense.  there are though, some that defy explanation, so don't go lookin' for any.

jotilde (the -de is silent)
jodacious declecious (sounds like duh-clee-see-us)
or you could even go with jodacious alone, or declecious alone, or even jodacious d.
also, there's jojo
jodie limoges (sounds like li-moe-jiz)

...and there you have it. 

do you have an awesome nickname?  please, please to be sharing!  i'd love to know.

the sunday six: edition 36

//1 essie polish i don't know her secret, but y'all, this is the best polish! i've used several what i would call high-end brands (i don't spend more than $8 on a bottle of polish, so you be the judge of how high my ends go), and this one is superior-ly superior.
it's my favorite brand. hands down. case closed. final answer.
and the colors!  you cannot choose just one, and by you, i mean i.   i can't.  i want all of these.    i think this color would look especially good with a matte finish.
(essie carries a matte top coat.)
i'm pretty sure 'master plan' would be just right for this next move.
//2 bold polish i hear bon qui qui in my head right now, giving me advice. paint ya nails girl, have it your way right away, but don't get crazy.

yes, bon qui qui. the dude abides.

so here it is: (fun+brave, but not too crazy) i'm'a do it, too.
//3 good to go another essie product.
i love this stuff.  it's a great top coat.  makes my pol…

i am a skipper. and i don't mean a boat captain.

so it appears i may have lied to you. 

i hope you won't hold a grudge against me, but there is no sunday six this week either. 

please forgive my being given to such erratic changeableness.  i know it; i am as fickle as a pickle is sour.  or sweet.

depending on the pickle. 

and now i'm confusing my own self with my own metaphor.

obviously, making up metaphors is not my special purpose.

however, i do hope that you'll have a lovely, loungey sunday.  you know the ones.  the kind filled with lounging and napping and stretching like a cat.  i hope that your day is like that.

wooden heart //listener

listen to it twice. the first time through, read the words. the second time, watch the video.

WOODEN HEART (sea of mist called skaidan) We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts and it's not only when these eyes are closed these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better but it won’t it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will... so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts. don’t let these waves wash away your hopes this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors but I know that we are all made out of shipwrec…
if you're looking for the sunday six, you shan't find it.   my condolences, but i and my family are building castles in the sand
and perfecting our Inertia Skills. the sunday six will return next weekend with something spectacular. or maybe something mediocre.   one of those.
happy sunday to yous! 

the sunday six: edition: hello darkness my old friend

i came across a photo on (where else?) pinterest, (which, after some research, i've concluded sounds like pinch-wrist). thanks to all who helped with that research.
i once was lost, but now i'm found.
and there is rejoicing (because i do not like not knowing how to say a word.  especially a word i find myself trying to say on the regular.  feeling dumb is no friend of mine.)
so again, i thank ye.
here's the photo:
dark sofa, dark walls, wood floors...
it's got me really loving The Dark Things.   //1 dark rugs those are some nice threads, yo. when was the last time you were excited by a rug?   (me?  i get excited about rugs fairly often. it doesn't even concern me anymore.)
these rugs sort of take my breath away. now if only i had me a loom... and some Good Looming Skills to go ay-long wiss it, WHY, i'd be the rumpelstiltskin of rugs! 
no gold for me.
//2 dark floor pillows i like these in theory.  not sure my back would like them in real life;  aesthetically th…

a typical kerfuffle

tiny (who just turned 4), in an attempt to rat out his brother, says to me,  "mama, he said a 's' worrrrrd."
"no, i didn't!", retorts the accused.
"yeahhh! him said booty."

how to be alone

some people at full tables will wish they were where you are... lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it. if your heart is bleeding make the best of it. there is heat in freezing.  be a testament.

tenth avenue north //times

//my favorite parts//
my love is over, it's underneath it's inside, it's in between, these times you're healing and when your heart breaks in times of confusion and chaos and pain i'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame i'm there through your heartache i'm there in the storm my love, i will keep you by my power alone i'll never forsake you my love never ends
it never ends