Saturday, December 26, 2009

xoxo J'adore le Phantom xoxo



Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light,
and listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams,
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.
And you'll live, as you've never lived before.

Softly, deftly, music shall caresss you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.

Open up your mind, let your fantisies unwind,
in this darkness that you know you cannot fight.
The darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world,
leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.
Let your soul take you where you long to be.
Only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
to the power of the music that I write.
The power of the music of the night.

You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make the music of the night.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

French Women




Unlocking the Secrets of French Women

American journalist Debra Ollivier lived in France for more than 10 years, married a Frenchman and had two children. Now she divides her time between Los Angeles and Paris and spends a lot of time thinking about the differences between French and American culture -- or more precisely, the differences between French and American women. Why is it everyone finds French women so sexy? Why are French women so fascinating? Why so chic? Why so thin? Ollivier has some answers in her book "What French Women Know: About Love, Sex, and Other Matters of the Heart and Mind," published last month by Putnam.

GUEST BLOGGER: Debra Ollivier

Even before Marie Antoinette's head ended up in a basket, we've been intrigued by French women. Witness the waves of books about them that continue to be written. But why, truly, do these creatures have such enduring cachet in the hall of fame of sexiness and allure? There are many myths and clichés about them that simply aren't true, after all. French women do get fat. They're not all femme fatales. They don't invest half their life savings in lingerie.

Then again, there is something about French women we just can't seem to define. It's called, famously and appropriately enough, that "je ne sais quoi" -- or, literally translated, that "I don't know what." After living more than a decade among the Gauls, I was more interested in the culturally-brewed realities behind that infuriating term. Here are a few byte-size samples:

--French women are self-possessed; even slightly defiant. Why? Partly because they don't grow up with the mandate to be liked and be like everyone else. There's no word or concept for "popularity" in France. Imagine growing up without that pressure. No wonder French women don't seem to give a damn what we think of them. (News flash: They don't.) When it comes to relationships, that self-possession serves them well. If a man's Just Not That Into Her, a French women generally Just Moves On.

--Where we grow up picking flowers and pondering love with "He loves me, he loves me not," the French grow up with this refrain: "He love me a little. A lot. Passionately. Madly. Not at all." How unfair. We think in terms of total love or absolute rejection. They think in degrees of passion and possibility.

--French feminist Sylviane Agacinski once said: "We want the power to seduce and be seduced. There will never be a war of the sexes in France." (Likewise, Louis XIV of France once declared: "Under a king, a country is really ruled by a woman.") And so it is. French men and women actually like each other. A lot. Flirtation is a civic duty in France, not a menace. French women generally prefer men to be in the picture, not out of it.

--French women do not believe in how-to and dos-and-don'ts, which gives them a certain freedom to live as they please. They're also not fond of rules and they're private, not public. There is no Doctor Phil in France.

--French women generally have a keen sense of the brevity of time and the immediacy of pleasure. We generally have a keen sense of the brevity of pleasure and the immediacy of the future.

--The pursuit of happiness is written into our constitution and the Happy Ending is written into our culture. Not so in France. The French are suspicious of happily-ever-after and exalted standards of happiness or moral perfection. They're simultaneously romantic and realistic. If something seems too good to be true, the French tend to think that it's not.

--The French enjoy being grown-ups. They do not believe in being forever young. You will never see a French woman wearing a t-shirt that says "Life begins at seventy." (Because it doesn't.)

--The French are more interested in having a life than making a living.

--French women are matter-of-fact about the body. Contrary to popular opinion, they do not dramatize or sensationalize sex. They're also not any more adulterous than we are; they're simply more willing to concede that passion grows in unexpected places. (In fact, according to an exhaustive comparative study, the French have a fewer number of long-term affairs and Americans have a larger number of short-term affairs. "The French are marathoners, and Americans are sprinters," according to one researcher. In other words, we all push the marital envelope; we just wear different running shoes.)

--The French don't covet packaged cookie-cutter beauty, au naturel is de rigeur, and less is truly more in France.

These are, of course, the more redeeming aspects of French women. There are many reasons to love and hate the French, and countless books have been written about the latter part of that sentence. The point here is not to exalt French (though they do have a peculiar tendency to provoke extreme reactions in us), but to consider what we might learn from their cultural attributes - because as Descartes once put it, it is "good to know something of the customs of different people in order to judge more soundly of our own."

Monday, December 14, 2009

A Mother's Crown


"A Mother's Crown"

Heaven lit up with His mighty presence, as all the angels looked down,
Today the Lord was placing the jewels, in all the mother's crowns.

As He held up a golden crown, as all the mothers looked on,
He said in His gentle voice, I want to explain each stone.

He held the first gem in His hand, but the radiance couldn't match
His own, For He was the light of Heaven, reflecting from each of the stones.

The first gem, He said, is an emerald, and it's for endurance alone,
For all the nights you waited up, for your children to come home.

For all the nights by their bedside, you stayed till the fever went down,
For nursing every little wound, I add this emerald to your crown.

A ruby, I'll place by the emerald, for leading your child in the right way,
For if you hadn't taught them about me, they wouldn't be here with you today.

For always being right there, through all life's important events,
I give you a sapphire stone, for the time and love you spent.

For untying the strings that held them, when they grew up and left your home,
I give you this one for courage. Then the Lord added an amethyst stone.

I'll place a stone of garnet, He said, For all the times you spent on your knees,
When you asked me to take care of your children, and then for having faith in me.

I have a pearl for every sacrifice, that you made without them knowing,
For all the times you went without, to keep them happy, healthy, and growing.

After the Lord placed the last jewel in, He said, Heaven is now complete,
For every mother has her crown of jewels, and all her children are at her feet.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

The Enchanting Full Moon






















The Dark Side




Bonjour mes amies, fervently I reiterate I am no longer a witch. After about ten years of learning and burning I came to my senses and let that time in my life go for once and for all, although I certainly did learn alot about empowerment and being a woman which was all positive. I had a moment of reason I suppose and understanding that I could not honor my ancestors faith and the lessons my grandparents taught me by carrying on with Wicca. I think that anything that builds a womans confidence and self esteem in a world that seems to crush it if youre not a supermodel is a healthy thing and a good thing, but I could not go so far as to say that I buy into the god and goddess, the beltane festival and daggers and ceremonies, etc.. In my heart I believe completely that GOD made our world, made the sun, made the moon that I completely love and am enchanted with all my life, he made the mountains and rivers and ocean, he made every living thing, he made the cells in my body that are me, he knows how many hairs are on my head. I believe this in my heart and so there was no way to incorporate both ideas. I'm a Christian, a 16th generation Catholic and I love my faith and I love my God and I believe Jesus died on the cross to save me from me because I am human, because he loved me personally, even before I was ever in anyones imagination. I am full of faults and shortcomings but my heart is true and I believe what my grandparents before me did, and their grandparents before them. So sorry, fantasy world of witches and wicca and white magic and spells.. Like attracts like and karma and energy are all real, and there is some light and truth to all of it but my light is ignited by Jesus. I asked him to come into my heart and stay and guide me and teach me

Monday, December 07, 2009

Hello Again after 4 years!


I'm very happy to be blogging again after being locked out of google for what 4 years!!! Much has changes and Im going to be giving this a total overhaul and makeover. Im turning over a new leaf in my life, my boys are nearly grown up, my Austin is going in the Navy next month and most likely leaving for boot camp in early March, my son Jordy will be 17 in 5 weeks and life has been rough on mama and yet I am stronger and brighter and more wonderful than ever. This sparkle is not gone from my eyes and for the first time in my adult life Im going to have time and the ability to really take care of myself. I outlasted everyone and everything and all the bullshit they drug into my world and Im still standing. I am so completely proud of myself and my abilities and life is good again. Nothing wonderful comes easy and this year was difficult but here I am in my own house enjoying all my beautiful surroundings under the christmas lights and glow from this gorgeous tree. Life is all around me and what I have created and the home I have made for myself and my children is both charming, relaxing and beautiful. Thank you God for all my blessings and for always being my rock and the one thing I always believed in no matter what. I know you have plans for me and are the father who has never abandoned me. I know you care for me and have searched my heart and found special favor with me. I look at my children and I know this is true. I look at my grandparents and I know this is true. I look at my job and my friends and I know this is true. I am so grateful for my life.