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{June 20, 2011}   My Dog Is The Best Dog Ever

Hi all! Welcome.

As the title of this blog states, my dog, Ryoki, is the best and greatest dog EVER! Actually, she’s more of my dad’s dog.But I claim her as mine now.

And I’m going to tell you why. I think you’ll agree she is really something special.

Ryoki

The other night, I was going through some of my boxes. I moved into an add-on at my parents home last year to try to get back on my feet and get some other things in order. The longer I stay here, the more I think about what’s in those boxes and how tired I am of the items. So, every now and then, I’ll go through them and give some things away. I just gave all my plates to my niece. I picked out some pots for her and some silver wear for my mom along with just taking some
of my baking items out for use. (By the way mom, the baking items are still mine).
. . . but you can use. I love to bake.

 Anyway, I was taking some things inside the house. As usual, I had overloaded my arms and had no possible way to open the screen door. My mom’s screen door handle is broken, so it doesn’t “catch”. This is great for Ryoki because when she has to go out, she pushes the screen door ever so slightly and goes out. She hasn’t mastered knocking the door hard enough for it to bounce open wide enough so she can stick her head in to get back in . . . but she does knock when she wants back in.

Now, in the past, I have mentioned how she is the “favored sister”. And in truth, she really is. But I don’t mind, especially after what she did the other night.

There I stood outside the door, my arms so full I couldn’t even use my elbow to nudge the screen door open, saying “Someone please get the door”. I was nice at first. After all, there were six
people in the house; my three kids, their dad and both my parents, just feet away from the door. No one came to my assistance. However, I did see Ryoki standing inside the door. Again, and a little louder, I said “Can someone get the door???” Apparently, they were too busy to be bothered. Again, I see pretty little Miss Ryoki standing by the screen door. But wait, she was coming my way. Gently, she edged the door open and backed up. Dang dog. Was she teasing me? She already poops right outside my door (my door leads directly outside; she doesn’t poop in the
house). Great. Now, she’s found a new way to diss me. Which, I let her know I didn’t appreciate.

She then pushed the screen door open a little farther. Holy cow, I thought. Was she trying to open the door for me? I didn’t catch the open part quickly enough with my shoulder. So, testing the waters, I said “One more time Ryoki, I couldn’t get that one.” All the while five people were standing in the dining room; only a few feet into the house.

And, I’ll be damned. Ryoki not only opens the door, she opens it a bit wider and holds it until I catch it with my shoulder! I couldn’t believe it! I figured she was going to come outside and
that was her ultimate reason for opening the door. Yet as I nudged the screen door open, and took the one step up that led me into the house, she backs up, looks up at me wagging her tail and I swear people, she was smiling! She knew exactly what she was doing! Very impressive Ryoki!

I went around to every person in the house and bragged on her, considering they were content to ignore my pleas for someone to open the door, I felt I was justified.

As I relayed the story to my mom asked me “did she go on outside?” I proudly informed her, “No, she simply opened the door for me. Once she saw I had the door and was coming in, she backed up for me.”

How freakin’ genius is my dog?! And I thought she didn’t even like me, considering you know, the pooping outside my door and all. I think I can truly say she is my sister now with pride . . . after all, she still is a dog.

Until
next time . . .

  A.J.

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{March 9, 2011}   Mini Me Part II

Hello everyone! This past week, I put a lot of work into my upcoming book “Confessions 2 AJ”. As I was working through the background graphics, I ran across something I thought would be fun to share with you.

I recently wrote a blog about my very own “mini-me” 14 year old daughter. I tried to paint an accurate and very clear picture to show just how much she was like me. From her athletic ability to her looks and right down to her writing. When I read this piece, I thought, “Now this, pure irony”. It’s almost as though I wrote the following words myself.

I would like to share this particular piece of work written by my daughter to her readers. It is an author’s note which appears before chapter eleven of her book. You read right, chapter eleven. She’s already running circles and leaving dust around me!

I have to say however, I am so very humbled with the how she reaches out to her readers to describe “Confessions”. I guess you could say she’s pimpin’ for confessions for me! The pride in her as she tells her reader’s about the book overwhelms me.

Isn’t it wonderful when your children do something so special without your input? All because she is proud; I am very blessed.

I hope you enjoy the view on “Confessions”  as seen through the eyes of a 14 year old. I would love to hear your feedback on her writing style. As I said, it’s right up my ally!

. . . I have a few confessions to make. A lot of people think they’re gross–weird–even quirky. Other than being a total perfectionist in grammar, I have the habit of drinking ketchup–out of the packet and straight out of the bottle! I just like ketchup, okay?

So…been a long month…I haven’t posted in a while…please don’t kill me. Anyway, my mother is an author, and she’s writing a book called, “Confessions to A.J.” Yeah, I know I may be boring you with this, I’m not usually serious, but just bear with me, and it’s pretty useful. Basically, what it is, is a bunch of confessions—about anything at all—sent in to my mother, and she puts them together in a book. Like, “I cheated on by boyfriend!” or “I have excessive nipple hair!” (That one was a little disturbing…) But anyway, you can submit (through a review or message, if you don’t want others to know) any secret you may have, and it’s totally confidential. No names will be mentioned, and it’s actually pretty cool. They are all anonymous and you won’t have to live with that nagging in the back of your mind telling you to do bad things like streak naked in Wal-Mart and trash the garden department. Oh…that’s just me…never mind…

 She has a website its: Ajdaily.com and her email is Aj@Ajdaily.com (De ja vu?) She actually writes a lot like me. In the whole warped-demented—must be a demon from the depths of hell—kind of way. Her writing is so much like mine, that’s it’s getting to be insanely creepy now. I mean, I could deal with the whole looking similar thing, but this is just too far! It’s like she’s constantly reading my mind and writing down my craziest thoughts. You ever feel that way?

You ever feel like the cookie monster on a mad, psychotic, axe murdering rampage? Oh, guess that’s just me again. Anyway, if you have like a confession—any secret (I drink ketchup, shh!)—just leave it in a review, or message me. It can be a funny one, a made-up one, anything. And in the next chapter, I just might let you in on a few of my confessions.

Chapter eleven! Or maybe it’s technically ten because of my author’s note…oh well! Screw my calculations! Enjoy !

 

You have to love a kid this messed up! Now if you’ll excuse me, I should go wipe the tears of joy away before they get here with the straight jackets. Did I tell you? We’re getting matching jackets!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.



{February 8, 2011}   Goodbye My Southern Prince

 

 

 

 

February 8, 2011

Hi everyone! Welcome back.

Okay, seriously, who does not know of my obsession with Christian Kane? Most know him as an actor. He has a long list of movie creds including, Secondhand Lions, Her Minor Thing (good movie guys, check it out) and now, he is staring on the awesome TV show, LEVERAGE (on TNT).

However, the long devoted “Kaniacs” know so much more about him. I am a “Kaniac”., and mighty proud to be one, as is my 14year old daughter.

Christian Kane

 Christian has had a successful acting career; still does. But the desire for his first love, country music, never left his heart. No, I didn’t speak to CK about his love of music. I didn’t have too. It’s clear in his songs, his words, and the passion he brings to the stage each and every time he plays.

 

Looking at the tough guy he plays on LEVERAGE, and believe me . . . I look, he doesn’t first strike you as your typical country music singer. Well, let me rephrase that a bit. He doesn’t look like most of today’s country music folk. But as soon as he opens that sexy mouth and you hear his Oklahoma via Texas accent, it’s clear to see, he is not only what a country music singer sounds like, but he is what a man of country music should be.

 

Christian Kane as Eliot Spencer on LEVERAGE

He has a little Merle Haggard, George Jones (and you know I love me some George Jones) John Anderson and a bit of Hank Jr. in his soul. What do I mean? Do I mean he gets drunk, begins to think he is superman and decides climbing a mountain is a brilliant idea? Nope, that is a pure Hank Jr,’s specialty. Am I referring to a stint he did courtesy of the Folsom Prison? Naaa, well, not that I am aware; that would be Merle.

And surely, he doesn’t get drunk and shoot up his house leaving bullet holes in the walls, the ceiling, and the upstairs. No, I think that is a George Jones original. Although, it’d probably be funny as hell if . . . nevermind. What was I saying? Oh yes, his nice, oh so nice, butt? Oh, actually, that was . . . what I was thinking; not writing. Sorry, but I am what I am, and that my friends, is a butt girl! Even money can’t beat out a nice ass. Damn, people, stop distracting me! This is hard enough to say goodbye to my love for this awesome  . . . damn.

Okay, nice ass. Well, honestly, the perfect ass, in my opinion. I’m just going to address this, you know, just to get it out here and off my mind. Pfff. . . as if. Christian has shoulders and a massive chest (one second please). I would literally, bust some balls to get close enough to touch (hey, mind out of the gutter. . . I didn’t say what kind of balls! Okay, so you know me).  Where was I? Ah, chest, shoulders… sheer perfection. And his hair! You all know me and “the hair” I just want to run my fingers through it, take a fist full and yea, baby . . . you know where I’m going with this! But I have a feeling, he can certainly take a little uhm-hum, sorry something was caught in my throat. Which on second thought was probably not the best choice of words to use in that last sentence? Anyway, you get my point. The man is a freakin’ fairy tale. Then he talks; or sings.  His pure naturally bred southern boy voice, accent, makes you believe there are still some guys that are “throw backs” from another time. Now, you may think that’s a bad thing. Not me. Yea, Merle, George and Hank Jr. all were bad boys in their day, but they had heart. They did things their way. Hank Jr. could have stuck with singing his daddy’s songs and made a fortune. That’s what the music business wanted him to do. And he did; for a few years. But he realized pretty early on, this was Hank Sr’s style, not his own. It wasn’t what he wanted to sing about and how he wanted to live his life . . . well, except for, you know, the drinking part.  So he pissed everyone in the music business off as well as his father’s fans. Even so, he realized he couldn’t live his life according to other people. Just as George knew he had to live life his way. And just the same as Merle knew he had to live his life on his terms. That is what gave these three gentlemen their soul. This was their lives and each one made the best of every single day.

I think Christian Kane follows the same rules as the ones I mentioned above. He made a name for himself in Hollywood and now, he is determined to see his other dream come true. And in true Hank Jr. style, he isn’t afraid to stir things up a bit. Just listen to his version of “Luckenbach, Texas.

So, why do I feel the need to let go of such a wonderful man? Well, you remember when you were growing up, and you would dream of your favorite star and think “wow, if he/she would just talk to me one time!” With Twitter, we now have that chance. Sometimes, we have the chance to speak with that one special celebrity only to find, they are not exactly what we thought. Sometimes, the “what we think they are”, is better left off alone.  Sometimes, you wish you could go back and to have never spoken with that person. Or in my case with Christian; having tried to speak with the one person you want to hear from, only never to be noticed. I know, I can hear all the sobs and “awww’s” for me all across America.

Yes, celebrities have many many fans tweeting to them. I am not saying Christian has wronged me in any way. He hasn’t at all. I haven’t seen him act as anything other than the perfect gentleman. Yet, remember what I was saying? Sometimes it’s better to not have a real chance to talk with your favorite celeb than to the chance, yet never get a response? Irrational, I know. But I can’t lie to you, right?

Through my writing, and just tweets, I have been lucky enough to talk to a lot of celebrities – big time celebrities. Several have chosen to follow me. I don’t normally get star struck. I just try to see things from their point of view. Which is maybe, why I now have friends like Bill Goldberg, Kimora Lee, Leann Rimes, and I can not and will not forget Beth Chapman. Even the great Hugh Hefner and I have had our moments. The celeb’s that follow me are all wonderful people with incredible lives! But yet, the main thing is; they are people. And that is how I treat them, with respect, as I would any other person I meet. Not to mention the prospect of Ed Burns possibly doing a story on my life!

I still think Christian holds all the traits I mentioned and have always believed of him. I still watch LEVERAGE, I still listen to his songs and promote them – although, not like I used to. Hey! Idea! I know, buckle up, right? Well, you better!

Mama C (Beth Chapman) could you please put Dog on CK’s trial? Hunt him down, let me just, oh, I don’t know, grab his hair (shhh, and butt) once or twice? Cuz, you know Dog can get him!

Run Christian, run very very fast!

Until next time . . . Peace

AJ



{January 28, 2011}   The Best Book Ever Written

Hi everyone! Welcome Back!

I want to tell you about an amazing book; a series of books actually. I have owned several of them and I’ve read them more that once. My daughter even loves reading them, so you know it has to be good, right?

Pride and Prejudice is my favorite movie. I’ve read the book. You might be thinking “well, then, it must be Pride and Prejudice or another one of Jane Austen’s books. Jane Austen is amazing.

I’m so sorry to disappoint, but you know my humor is really off, and the simple things amuse me for hours . . . kind of like a dog with a ball.

So, what is this work of masterpiece? So great it beats out all the current authors as well as Jane Austen. Well, your wait is over… but please finish reading the blog before you run out and pick up the latest copy.

Uncle Tom’s Bathroom Reader; awesome read! Now wait, there is no reason to laugh! That’s not Christian! Give it chance before you knock it. You just might like it. The books are basically Trivia. Most of it is true trivia from history or trivia about people and or events. They have numerous books on varying topics some include sports, pop culture, even books especially for kids.

http://bathroomreader.com/throne-room/

And even though the title says “Bathroom Reader” they won’t revoke your reading privileges if you remove it from the bathroom and, you know, read it somewhere else in the house. Just wash your hands first!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.



{January 26, 2011}   Finally…I Got Noticed!!

Hello everyone!

All of us want to get recognition at some point in our life. Whether it is during your childhood or maybe you played on your high school basketball team, it is probable to say part of you wanted some recognition for your ability.

I was no different. Well, up until high school, I just wanted to get through the day. Although I had played basketball since the second grade (they started us very early in the small town of Newark, Arkansas) it wasn’t until my high school years that I became comfortable being in front of the crowd that would gather to watch us play. I finally learned to actually forget that the crowd was even there and just do what I loved to do. Play basketball. Being five foot two, I constantly had to prove myself and my ability to rock the court. This was fine with me. I played point guard and it never failed when playing a new team, who ever was guarding me would cover me from about 5 to 7 feet back. I mean it was clear what they were thinking, “what’s this little thing going to do? She may be fast but she’s just a ball handler. Cover the tall girl; don’t let shorty get the ball to her.”

 

This mentality really was ok with me. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it. I probably enjoyed it a little too much. To be 100% honest with you, I loved it. I know you’re on the edge of your seat wondering why, right? No worries, I am going to tell you. I love it because I always knew exactly how this would end. I had been through the same situation many times. Once we got the ball, whether it was a rush back to our end or as more commonly, at a slower pace as it was the beginning of the game, I’d call the play (I was also team captain my Senior year) let my team set up, then just as soon as everyone was in position and girl was 5 plus feet off me, I’d let it go . . . 3pts, bam! Needless to say, next time down the court, not only was girl basically on top of me, I could actually hear her couch yelling at her to “get on her!” Ah, but I loved that sound. Do you hear that? Is that the sound of all the short people going “whoop, whoop” I hear?

So, what is this all about? I loved that notice I received as a ball player. Now, I am experiencing the same thrill as I did back then. Yesterday, I ran across something that made me feel like I was set to take that 3 point shot, and yes, I held no doubt I would make the shot. If I can confidently say, without a doubt, it’s that I can play basketball. I have worked hard my entire life for the privilege to be able to say this. Even in my writing, I am confident, yet not as confident as I am on the court.

On October 11, 2010, I reached a new milestone. One of my blogs was published in the online magazine “The Writer’s Daily” ran my Carrie White. I had been in the Daily before, but only in the “tweet” capacity. In other words, when I would tweet something I saw in the news or the like, it would be placed in the Daily. So, I really didn’t count those as they were not my words. Don’t get me wrong, I am still honored to be mentioned in the Daily. Here is the link http://paper.li/minskinnywin/writers-authors

When I saw my blog in the Daily on October 11, I was excited, in a state of disbelief that I was actually getting some notice, and very proud yet probably not for the reasons you may be thinking. I was so proud because this particular piece of work was very close to my heart. It was in celebration of my late brother’s birthday. If you go back on that date on my blog, you can read the blog I wrote in celebration for my brother, my protector, my best friend.

However, today, another huge milestone in my writing career happened! And I want to share every step of my journey with you all. You have all been so supportive!

Just by chance, I stumbled crossed something that completely stopped me in my tracks. It was a website, completely unknown to me. Guys, right there, under their “links” on their page was my blog link! Someone, unbeknownst to me, somehow found out about my blog and actually liked it enough to put it in there rotating line up of links! This is a huge step for me as a writer! And I so happy I am able to share this with you. You feel as part of my family. Some of you are my family. Here is the link http://enthiburan.co.cc/ . You may have to check it a few times as it is a rotating link.

A few other things happened this week that is quite amazing. First, I was asked… actually asked by a musician to write a review of his music. How cool is that! This review is a huge step because it introduces me to the music industry! I am just beside myself. I’m still a bit shell shocked.

Oh, and I can not forget the attention from Edward Burns. A genus in the Independent Film industry! Here’s hoping for a movie! Of course, you understand if Ed wants to do a screen play of my crazy life, the 3 books I have lined up after “Confessions” may have to wait a while. I mean really, do you honestly think I’d put Ed off? Pff…not gonna happen!

I know, wow. What else can I say? I’m a bit speechless! Yea, me!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.



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