sandmansister: (Scribble)
The nightmares stopped years and years ago, but there's still a hole in my heart that will never heal. Sure, other friends have come into my life and Grinch-like made my heart bigger so I could love them all, but that doesn't change the fact that my friend Scott is gone.

Can't believe it's been 20 years.

Don't know how I'm going to get through typing this post, but I have to. I don't know if anyone besides [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills and I remember, but I feel like someone has to mark the time, to somehow immortalize someone taken from us all too soon.

I know [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob can relate.

Loss is part of life. This isn't news. I have lost loved ones due to age, illness, accident, and suicide. They're all tragic—every one. I mourn. I grieve. But there's a pathology to losing someone to murder that makes healing exponentially different (if not outright impossible).

I've posted about him before, my sweet Scooter, trying to capture the bits and pieces of time when our lives intersected. All my photo albums are in storage; I'm hoping Jacque can track down a picture. I have an urgent need to see his face again.

I don't know if it was because I was just 19 when we met—such a drastic time of change in my life—that helped that time of my life make such an indelible mark on me. I was just starting to figure out who I wanted to be. No, that's not quite right. I was starting to see what was actually possible. Scott—my Scooter—was a big part of that. Hell, everyone that lived upstairs in those apartments on Oram was a big part of that, and I'm eternally grateful. Paula, Stace, Jennifer, Danny, Scott and Martha, Mark, and (heaven help me) Shawn.

Anytime I'm driving late at night in Dallas, I almost instantly feel like I'm back then/there—crazy nights when my blood boiled and I couldn't stay inside;I had to drive or die (or so it seemed). I just needed an open sun roof, air on my face and something good on the radio. Under the sodium glow of the street lights I could breathe again, like a shark needs to keep moving to stay alive.

I've mostly forced myself out of the habit of looking for him when I go to a show. It wasn't as extreme as Shawn where I'd miss him badly enough and he'd manifest, but I'd wonder how Scooter was doing and within a brief span of time I'd run into him at Clearview or Trees. It's a sucker punch to the solar plexus every time I realize I'll never see him again, all because some dumb ass dropped a couple hits of acid, freaked out and shot my friend thirteen times.

Aaaaand here we go. It's still so fresh in so many ways. I will never be completely out of tears to cry over this. They're not as debilitating or frequent, but they still flow easily.

Twenty years. It hardly seems possible.

I love and miss you still, Scooter. I haven't forgotten you. I never will.

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JULY 13, 1991

Grandson of ex-Baylor president among 2 fatally shot

Author: From Staff and Wire Reports

Edition: HOME FINAL
Section: NEWS
Page: 31A

Article Text:

A grandson of former Baylor University president Abner McCall was one of two Dallas residents shot to death early Friday in an attack at a San Marcos apartment complex.

A third person was critically wounded.

The dead were identified as Andrea L. Reynolds and Richard Scott Martin, both 20. Mr. Martin, a Baylor University journalism student, was Dr. McCall's grandson. He was shot 13 times with a .22-caliber semiautomatic rifle, authorities said. "It's just a young life cut short by a terrible tragedy,' said Nelwyn Reagan, a friend of the McCall family's who was answering the telephone Friday night at their Waco home.

A 23-year-old Southwest Texas State University student was arrested in connection with the shooting spree.

Todd Carman, a senior psychology major from Spring, was charged with capital murder and attempted murder. Justice of the Peace Macel Sullivan set bail at $50,000 on the attempted murder charge and denied bail! on the capital charge.

Travis County Medical Examiner Roberto Bayardo said Mr. Martin was shot 13 times and Ms. Reynolds three times.

The wounded woman, Shannon L. Roeder, 21, of San Marcos, was in guarded condition in the intensive care unit of Central Texas Medical Center, a hospital spokesman said.

Ms. Roeder, a junior at Southwest Texas State, underwent surgery for a neck wound.

Police said all three victims were found in the living room of an apartment that Mr. Carman and Ms. Roeder shared.

Mr. Carman remained jailed as authorities tried to determine the motive for the shootings.

Mr. Martin's mother last saw him Thursday night, when he dined with her and Dr. McCall in Waco. He left for San Marcos about 9 p.m. "All we know is he got to San Marcos about midnight,' Ms. Reagan said.

Ms. Reagan said police knew little about the shooting. Mr. Martin and Ms. Reynolds apparently were visiting San Marcos because she was considering enrolling in college there, Ms. Reagan said. -

1991 Copyright The Dallas Morning News Company
Record Number: 07*13*DAL1208371
sandmansister: (Scribble)
The nightmares stopped years and years ago, but there's still a hole in my heart that will never heal. Sure, other friends have come into my life and Grinch-like made my heart bigger so I could love them all, but that doesn't change the fact that my friend Scott is gone.

Can't believe it's been 20 years.

Don't know how I'm going to get through typing this post, but I have to. I don't know if anyone besides [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills and I remember, but I feel like someone has to mark the time, to somehow immortalize someone taken from us all too soon.

I know [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob can relate.

Loss is part of life. This isn't news. I have lost loved ones due to age, illness, accident, and suicide. They're all tragic—every one. I mourn. I grieve. But there's a pathology to losing someone to murder that makes healing exponentially different (if not outright impossible).

I've posted about him before, my sweet Scooter, trying to capture the bits and pieces of time when our lives intersected. All my photo albums are in storage; I'm hoping Jacque can track down a picture. I have an urgent need to see his face again.

I don't know if it was because I was just 19 when we met—such a drastic time of change in my life—that helped that time of my life make such an indelible mark on me. I was just starting to figure out who I wanted to be. No, that's not quite right. I was starting to see what was actually possible. Scott—my Scooter—was a big part of that. Hell, everyone that lived upstairs in those apartments on Oram was a big part of that, and I'm eternally grateful. Paula, Stace, Jennifer, Danny, Scott and Martha, Mark, and (heaven help me) Shawn.

Anytime I'm driving late at night in Dallas, I almost instantly feel like I'm back then/there—crazy nights when my blood boiled and I couldn't stay inside;I had to drive or die (or so it seemed). I just needed an open sun roof, air on my face and something good on the radio. Under the sodium glow of the street lights I could breathe again, like a shark needs to keep moving to stay alive.

I've mostly forced myself out of the habit of looking for him when I go to a show. It wasn't as extreme as Shawn where I'd miss him badly enough and he'd manifest, but I'd wonder how Scooter was doing and within a brief span of time I'd run into him at Clearview or Trees. It's a sucker punch to the solar plexus every time I realize I'll never see him again, all because some dumb ass dropped a couple hits of acid, freaked out and shot my friend thirteen times.

Aaaaand here we go. It's still so fresh in so many ways. I will never be completely out of tears to cry over this. They're not as debilitating or frequent, but they still flow easily.

Twenty years. It hardly seems possible.

I love and miss you still, Scooter. I haven't forgotten you. I never will.

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JULY 13, 1991

Grandson of ex-Baylor president among 2 fatally shot

Author: From Staff and Wire Reports

Edition: HOME FINAL
Section: NEWS
Page: 31A

Article Text:

A grandson of former Baylor University president Abner McCall was one of two Dallas residents shot to death early Friday in an attack at a San Marcos apartment complex.

A third person was critically wounded.

The dead were identified as Andrea L. Reynolds and Richard Scott Martin, both 20. Mr. Martin, a Baylor University journalism student, was Dr. McCall's grandson. He was shot 13 times with a .22-caliber semiautomatic rifle, authorities said. "It's just a young life cut short by a terrible tragedy,' said Nelwyn Reagan, a friend of the McCall family's who was answering the telephone Friday night at their Waco home.

A 23-year-old Southwest Texas State University student was arrested in connection with the shooting spree.

Todd Carman, a senior psychology major from Spring, was charged with capital murder and attempted murder. Justice of the Peace Macel Sullivan set bail at $50,000 on the attempted murder charge and denied bail! on the capital charge.

Travis County Medical Examiner Roberto Bayardo said Mr. Martin was shot 13 times and Ms. Reynolds three times.

The wounded woman, Shannon L. Roeder, 21, of San Marcos, was in guarded condition in the intensive care unit of Central Texas Medical Center, a hospital spokesman said.

Ms. Roeder, a junior at Southwest Texas State, underwent surgery for a neck wound.

Police said all three victims were found in the living room of an apartment that Mr. Carman and Ms. Roeder shared.

Mr. Carman remained jailed as authorities tried to determine the motive for the shootings.

Mr. Martin's mother last saw him Thursday night, when he dined with her and Dr. McCall in Waco. He left for San Marcos about 9 p.m. "All we know is he got to San Marcos about midnight,' Ms. Reagan said.

Ms. Reagan said police knew little about the shooting. Mr. Martin and Ms. Reynolds apparently were visiting San Marcos because she was considering enrolling in college there, Ms. Reagan said. -

1991 Copyright The Dallas Morning News Company
Record Number: 07*13*DAL1208371
sandmansister: (Scribble)
The nightmares stopped years and years ago, but there's still a hole in my heart that will never heal. Sure, other friends have come into my life and Grinch-like made my heart bigger so I could love them all, but that doesn't change the fact that my friend Scott is gone.

Can't believe it's been 20 years.

Don't know how I'm going to get through typing this post, but I have to. I don't know if anyone besides [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills and I remember, but I feel like someone has to mark the time, to somehow immortalize someone taken from us all too soon.

I know [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob can relate.

Loss is part of life. This isn't news. I have lost loved ones due to age, illness, accident, and suicide. They're all tragic—every one. I mourn. I grieve. But there's a pathology to losing someone to murder that makes healing exponentially different (if not outright impossible).

I've posted about him before, my sweet Scooter, trying to capture the bits and pieces of time when our lives intersected. All my photo albums are in storage; I'm hoping Jacque can track down a picture. I have an urgent need to see his face again.

I don't know if it was because I was just 19 when we met—such a drastic time of change in my life—that helped that time of my life make such an indelible mark on me. I was just starting to figure out who I wanted to be. No, that's not quite right. I was starting to see what was actually possible. Scott—my Scooter—was a big part of that. Hell, everyone that lived upstairs in those apartments on Oram was a big part of that, and I'm eternally grateful. Paula, Stace, Jennifer, Danny, Scott and Martha, Mark, and (heaven help me) Shawn.

Anytime I'm driving late at night in Dallas, I almost instantly feel like I'm back then/there—crazy nights when my blood boiled and I couldn't stay inside;I had to drive or die (or so it seemed). I just needed an open sun roof, air on my face and something good on the radio. Under the sodium glow of the street lights I could breathe again, like a shark needs to keep moving to stay alive.

I've mostly forced myself out of the habit of looking for him when I go to a show. It wasn't as extreme as Shawn where I'd miss him badly enough and he'd manifest, but I'd wonder how Scooter was doing and within a brief span of time I'd run into him at Clearview or Trees. It's a sucker punch to the solar plexus every time I realize I'll never see him again, all because some dumb ass dropped a couple hits of acid, freaked out and shot my friend thirteen times.

Aaaaand here we go. It's still so fresh in so many ways. I will never be completely out of tears to cry over this. They're not as debilitating or frequent, but they still flow easily.

Twenty years. It hardly seems possible.

I love and miss you still, Scooter. I haven't forgotten you. I never will.

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JULY 13, 1991

Grandson of ex-Baylor president among 2 fatally shot

Author: From Staff and Wire Reports

Edition: HOME FINAL
Section: NEWS
Page: 31A

Article Text:

A grandson of former Baylor University president Abner McCall was one of two Dallas residents shot to death early Friday in an attack at a San Marcos apartment complex.

A third person was critically wounded.

The dead were identified as Andrea L. Reynolds and Richard Scott Martin, both 20. Mr. Martin, a Baylor University journalism student, was Dr. McCall's grandson. He was shot 13 times with a .22-caliber semiautomatic rifle, authorities said. "It's just a young life cut short by a terrible tragedy,' said Nelwyn Reagan, a friend of the McCall family's who was answering the telephone Friday night at their Waco home.

A 23-year-old Southwest Texas State University student was arrested in connection with the shooting spree.

Todd Carman, a senior psychology major from Spring, was charged with capital murder and attempted murder. Justice of the Peace Macel Sullivan set bail at $50,000 on the attempted murder charge and denied bail! on the capital charge.

Travis County Medical Examiner Roberto Bayardo said Mr. Martin was shot 13 times and Ms. Reynolds three times.

The wounded woman, Shannon L. Roeder, 21, of San Marcos, was in guarded condition in the intensive care unit of Central Texas Medical Center, a hospital spokesman said.

Ms. Roeder, a junior at Southwest Texas State, underwent surgery for a neck wound.

Police said all three victims were found in the living room of an apartment that Mr. Carman and Ms. Roeder shared.

Mr. Carman remained jailed as authorities tried to determine the motive for the shootings.

Mr. Martin's mother last saw him Thursday night, when he dined with her and Dr. McCall in Waco. He left for San Marcos about 9 p.m. "All we know is he got to San Marcos about midnight,' Ms. Reagan said.

Ms. Reagan said police knew little about the shooting. Mr. Martin and Ms. Reynolds apparently were visiting San Marcos because she was considering enrolling in college there, Ms. Reagan said. -

1991 Copyright The Dallas Morning News Company
Record Number: 07*13*DAL1208371
sandmansister: (Scribble)
The nightmares stopped years and years ago, but there's still a hole in my heart that will never heal. Sure, other friends have come into my life and Grinch-like made my heart bigger so I could love them all, but that doesn't change the fact that my friend Scott is gone.

Can't believe it's been 20 years.

Don't know how I'm going to get through typing this post, but I have to. I don't know if anyone besides [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills and I remember, but I feel like someone has to mark the time, to somehow immortalize someone taken from us all too soon.

I know [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob can relate.

Loss is part of life. This isn't news. I have lost loved ones due to age, illness, accident, and suicide. They're all tragic—every one. I mourn. I grieve. But there's a pathology to losing someone to murder that makes healing exponentially different (if not outright impossible).

I've posted about him before, my sweet Scooter, trying to capture the bits and pieces of time when our lives intersected. All my photo albums are in storage; I'm hoping Jacque can track down a picture. I have an urgent need to see his face again.

I don't know if it was because I was just 19 when we met—such a drastic time of change in my life—that helped that time of my life make such an indelible mark on me. I was just starting to figure out who I wanted to be. No, that's not quite right. I was starting to see what was actually possible. Scott—my Scooter—was a big part of that. Hell, everyone that lived upstairs in those apartments on Oram was a big part of that, and I'm eternally grateful. Paula, Stace, Jennifer, Danny, Scott and Martha, Mark, and (heaven help me) Shawn.

Anytime I'm driving late at night in Dallas, I almost instantly feel like I'm back then/there—crazy nights when my blood boiled and I couldn't stay inside;I had to drive or die (or so it seemed). I just needed an open sun roof, air on my face and something good on the radio. Under the sodium glow of the street lights I could breathe again, like a shark needs to keep moving to stay alive.

I've mostly forced myself out of the habit of looking for him when I go to a show. It wasn't as extreme as Shawn where I'd miss him badly enough and he'd manifest, but I'd wonder how Scooter was doing and within a brief span of time I'd run into him at Clearview or Trees. It's a sucker punch to the solar plexus every time I realize I'll never see him again, all because some dumb ass dropped a couple hits of acid, freaked out and shot my friend thirteen times.

Aaaaand here we go. It's still so fresh in so many ways. I will never be completely out of tears to cry over this. They're not as debilitating or frequent, but they still flow easily.

Twenty years. It hardly seems possible.

I love and miss you still, Scooter. I haven't forgotten you. I never will.

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JULY 13, 1991

Grandson of ex-Baylor president among 2 fatally shot

Author: From Staff and Wire Reports

Edition: HOME FINAL
Section: NEWS
Page: 31A

Article Text:

A grandson of former Baylor University president Abner McCall was one of two Dallas residents shot to death early Friday in an attack at a San Marcos apartment complex.

A third person was critically wounded.

The dead were identified as Andrea L. Reynolds and Richard Scott Martin, both 20. Mr. Martin, a Baylor University journalism student, was Dr. McCall's grandson. He was shot 13 times with a .22-caliber semiautomatic rifle, authorities said. "It's just a young life cut short by a terrible tragedy,' said Nelwyn Reagan, a friend of the McCall family's who was answering the telephone Friday night at their Waco home.

A 23-year-old Southwest Texas State University student was arrested in connection with the shooting spree.

Todd Carman, a senior psychology major from Spring, was charged with capital murder and attempted murder. Justice of the Peace Macel Sullivan set bail at $50,000 on the attempted murder charge and denied bail! on the capital charge.

Travis County Medical Examiner Roberto Bayardo said Mr. Martin was shot 13 times and Ms. Reynolds three times.

The wounded woman, Shannon L. Roeder, 21, of San Marcos, was in guarded condition in the intensive care unit of Central Texas Medical Center, a hospital spokesman said.

Ms. Roeder, a junior at Southwest Texas State, underwent surgery for a neck wound.

Police said all three victims were found in the living room of an apartment that Mr. Carman and Ms. Roeder shared.

Mr. Carman remained jailed as authorities tried to determine the motive for the shootings.

Mr. Martin's mother last saw him Thursday night, when he dined with her and Dr. McCall in Waco. He left for San Marcos about 9 p.m. "All we know is he got to San Marcos about midnight,' Ms. Reagan said.

Ms. Reagan said police knew little about the shooting. Mr. Martin and Ms. Reynolds apparently were visiting San Marcos because she was considering enrolling in college there, Ms. Reagan said. -

1991 Copyright The Dallas Morning News Company
Record Number: 07*13*DAL1208371
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Dr. Horrible - Status NOT Quo)
So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?


Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /
sandmansister: (Dr. Horrible - Status NOT Quo)
So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?


Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /
sandmansister: (Dr. Horrible - Status NOT Quo)
So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?


Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /
sandmansister: (Dr. Horrible - Status NOT Quo)
So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?


Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /
sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
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