healthy, wealthy & wise

no child left behind.

-for the fast maturing toodlers.

google: "appalachian mountain dew addiction." I watched dian sawyers 2 hours report on the happeneings entitled, 'A Hidden America: Children of the Mountains'
eye opening.

giddy up.

"papa says it wont hurt us"

this is an add promoting clean undercarragies. dont be banished from the one you love, use lysol.

F.A.S.

Fun with sterotypes!

Nama can recall whole sonnets of poetry. she can sing all verses to long forgotten songs. here is a taste of today's sampling. Apparently my Grampie Kenneth sung this to Nama during there engagement and sung it to put my father to sleep as a tike.

My Pretty Little Indian Napinee

When a white man fished one summer
Met an Indian girl, a hummer
Daughter of th big Chief, Spare-th-rod
White man threw some love an' glances
Took th maiden to our dances
Smoked th pipe of peace, took chances
Livin' in a teepee made of fur
He rode with her on an Indian pony
Bought 'er a diamond ring, a phoney
An' these loving words he'd say to her

CHORUS:
You're my pretty little Indian Napinee
Won't you take a chance an' marry me
Your Father's th Chief, an' it's my belief
To a very merry wedding, he'll agree
True you're dark little Indian maid
But I'll sunburn to a darker shade
I'll wear feathers in my head
Paint my face an Indian red
If you'll only be my Napinee

captivate an audience

they look like they are just having a blast. I like the piano player the best.


poor alex chilton.

Classless generation

Guarder belts and stockings, forgotten treasures from the past. To have the quiet satisfaction to know you are wearing such a magnificent piece under your mundane, everyday, ensemble; it's empowering. A boost in ones self confidence can not be avoided. Exponentially classy, plus hands down, beats any mini skirt, baby doll dress, and hot short. i look for every excuse to sport one.

destination located

I have my eyes set on Riga, Latvia. It bost the largest collection of Art Nouveau Architecture in the world. I checked their travel site.


















You want to go too, right? you have to be blind if you dont.

Restless intervoles

I sat at a train station for near an hour today. I keep thinking to my self, i'll get on the next one. I was planning on just going to LA for the day, or something like that. I might of just had an urge to ride the train. I can't tell you how close i was to buying a ticket to ride. It was really close. This is my warning sign that screams I need to go on another vacation. As I have charted my times of restlessness, which i have not, I have deduced that about every 15 to 21 days I need to escape for a mental health vacation.
I traveled to Utah for a weekend of bliss with the boss-syths but that was at the end of February. my biological clock is telling me in due for another excursion. I love to travel, and I used to often. this drought of perfect weather and beautiful scenery needs to changed up a bit. I get anxious and drive around at inappropriate times of night, by myself. I read out loud in an unexplainable English accent (a poor one might i add). so who's with me? who would like to go on an adventure? I'm a lovely travel companion and don't believe in schedules, i just like to wing it. so if you need some one to join you for a journey of a life time. I got time, I got the cash, parentals have all ready relinquished me of my care giving duties, so im set. now i just need a place to go.

All applicants and suggestions welcome

New lifestyle happenings

"Youth is Wasted on the young."

Aint that the truth.
I am a feeble old hag now. I listen to Bach on repeat for the entirety of the day. some people around here think Beethoven was pompous, and refuses to listen to French dinner music, so Bach it is. I wear hostess aprons about the house, all hours of the day. (if you are not fimilar with hostess aprons, refer to the bottom of the page.) I also have been wearing more sensible shoes. this is shocking to even me, since i prefer heels to mask my Pygmy-compairable size. I bought a gorgeous pair of L.A.M.B.'s three weeks ago, yet have not worn them once. I keep telling myself its because i am waiting for the right venue to take them out for the test run, but that's not true. I have picked up the fine art of hand embellished baby blankets. I "pico," "single stitch" and "shell" the edges of really sophisticated baby blankets. let me tell you, they are looking pretty good. for the meer fact i am not in any way expecting, its just something to pass the time. I have gone to the movies twice, by myself, and i like it. that should be a red flag shouldn't it? it should cause some concern, correct? I am addicted to the TCM movie channel, and go to a book club with woman 3 times my age. by the way, the last book we read for it was called "two old woman," and it was terrible. thank goodness we drove to Irvine to hunt down this out of print book, the plus side was that it was only 119 pages long. i didn't waste a whole lot of time, tops two and a half hours. what has happened to me? I remember not to long ago I did interesting, things, I was on my "A" game of cultural events and celebrations. I was a mover and a shaker. apparently the sunset on those days, a new dawn has arrived. one that hauntingly resembles the plot line of the movie Groundhog Day.

hostess aprons pictured above.

monetary things to give pleasure

I have a list of things to own in the future. or another way to put it is, to posses as an adult to prove i have refined taste and have been not a complete failure in the real world. this is quite a collective of items, bare with me. I have already acquire my typewriter though, so that has been marked off.

Hygiene is a a major concern in my book, referring to my vain choice of profession, it is all to important to be well kept. Now thinking of it, that might actually be true. I need a clawfooted bathtub. That's the trophy piece that says "your classy and semi successful. have a nice soak to celebrate."

I received my first type writer this year, and im positively elated. I feel a mass collection of these primitive machines is in my future. this is almost identical to the one i have, yet mine came in a case and you can see the type set organized in a circular pattern. shes a beaut, and a bit better if you ask me. but why is it i dream up things that dreamers can only dream. I would prefer a mauve colored typewriter ribbon, instead of the only two colors available, red and black. I shall purchase my stationary that i have wanted for years, (featured below,) and the ink in my Remington will be mauve/blue/emerald green. black, is too predictable.


I still really want my skateboard. and I had a dream where I had a halfpipe in my backyard and all the children were having a jolly good time. in all honesty, i can go straight on a skateboard, sometimes turn. but If i had this little lady, i would be much more inclined to improve my skills.

if you cant see the picture, this is the picture it is normally. I question why the trucks would good right over her face, someone didn't give this a lot of thought. and yes, i still haven't addressed my questionable love/ obsession with 1950's pin-up's, because there is nothing to address. it is completely acceptable, and not at all in need of questioning.

for some unknown reason i have always wanted my very own neon sign. I also want to go meander through the neon boneyard in las vegas. if and when I own my bakery/ salon/ flower shop/ or other various hobbies i enjoy and make money off of, I will have a art deco neon sign of some sort. if that doesn't pan out i'll just have it somewhere tucked away in my home. I know this one is in a circus like font, but i like it all the same.

A proud and eclectic library is a must have.

i love ladders and curtains
I really love it when people hang framed pictures in front of the bookshelf as well. and I like a medley of things on said self, not just literature but trinkets and such.

There is quite a bit more on this list of mine, but those are surprises and secrets.

I don't like nice cars, i rarely wear jewelry, and I never want a home over 1300 square feet. I'm a simple woman, with clearly simple needs.

fancy foul

An infatuation with the Bower Bird has entranced me for some time now. The men build actual shelters and decorate them to seduce a lady friend to get to "know" each other better; biblically. you will not regret watching an excerpt from BBC's David Attenborough, explaining natures wonder in home decor, the bower bird.


it just shows how beautiful and vain mother nature really is. what a gold digger.


Known for his adventurous spirit, Byron has choosen a bold color palet for the season. Cobalt is this years "it" shade. A modest house can become a magnifisant home, with just a few expertly placed accents. But nobody needs to tell him this, clearly he knows what he's doing.

Marcus took a road less traveled, but not suprisingly has made it work to his advantage. The long entrance-way eludes to grand halls of Versailles. the high vaulted ceillings, and spaceous corridors have made this humble abode the talk of the town.

Industrial revolution meets Wigwam of the Apache. two unlikely mediums, complement one another to create an inviting home any gal would be proud to call her own. we solute you Marcus.

Harold, going for a beach themed bungalow, will be tempting the pray with an assortment of sea shells, indigenous flowers and, if I'm not mistaken, an aged bone of an unknown origin.

See how Willard has channeled his lust for simplicity with a minimalist flare? It's an absolutely charming plot of land. Any Little birdie would be lucky to have a man with such a keen eye for arrangement and color.

hooked me a man

With Ballet, comes a new and expected yearning. The desire to be a Ballroom dancer. Nama (my grandmother that has come to live with us, and who I soully tend too. I'm going to start a daily "Nama Quote") refuses to watch the luge, bob sled, or skeleton durring the Olymics because,
"it helps no one and its a stupid sport that makes me nervous and mad at the same time!"
she is 95 years old, 96 this October. So I appeased her... sorta. I flipped to professional ballroom dancing, thinking to myself
"she has no problem with figure skating outfits, its the exact same thing. Though she did think that half the men; namely Johnny Wier, were woman."

Nama had quite a different reaction than anticipated.
"Inapporiate! She might as well be naked! GHASTLY!!!!! this is offensive!! How are they aloud to put these pornographic woman on Television?! Well I never! I'm going to be writing this station a letter. I like the color of her dress, but that's all!!"
I found an alternate calling to feel the void in my life. Ballroom dance classes. I even found myself a partner, with absolutely no hesitation. Christian Patrick Douglass (featured below with animal) is more than willing to give of his time and efforts to the art and passion that is Introduction to Ballroom.

Sir Gringle the I & Lord Iggy the II

I couldn't be more pleased at the moment. I really couldn't

Grace, Refinement, Poise, McKenna Taylor

My girlish dreams shall come to reality. I shall be a mediocre Ballerina at last. I have recently watched the kooky 1948 film "The Red Shoes" and have been inspired to sing up for a beginners class.



I like there costumes, and I am as uncoordinated as a hopscotching Clydesdale. My hopes are to become as a floating dove, landing effortlessly with ever leap and Pilate. I'm hopeful.
This also gives my more of a reason to wonder into dance stores and want to try on tutus, and buy pastel ballet slippers.


I'm starting simple, I need a foundation. my course of action is to sing up for the ballet pilaties fusion class at the Dana Point Community center. then work my way to an actual beginners class.

Trust me, its happening.

treasured relics from the past.

Stumbled upon this jem, Shanna Taylor is my mother.
*please click on the picture to enlarge. my scanner is broken, and have attemped to "Magiver" this.


She recieved $12.00 in the mail following this complaint. She also wrote to a number of toy manufatures about the sexist and deiscriminatory attitude regarding my play things. Specifically Mattel Midevil Castel Set (featuring the gold army and the black army). There was no queen included, and my mother was the first to write about it. The next year a queen was most certainly inculeded. yet we did not buy this revamped and politicaly corrected, dark-ages sceene, the damage was done. We never bought something from them again.

A Short List of Boycotts Thanks to Shanna

Mattel & Co.
Hooters Resturant
Chili's Grill & Bar Resturant
McDonald's (and all other affliates)

Fantastic novel, i suggestit to all

Slipped a pinch of cyanide in Baby New Years tea.

2010 I predict will be a year of volitale change. I'm near positive this statement has already been proven as a valid theory. For rounding 20 minuets, I thought it all lies, I began to see a possible future including an Indian Summer of sorts. It was mearly a mirage.