Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Motivation, Please!

Ive had the hardest time getting motivated today. Nothing has helped me get my *ss into gear except the thought of having to do more work tomorrow. I am not getting nearly enough sleep, that is a fact. I wake up feeling as tired as I did went I went to bed. My eyes still fly open at 7am to get son #1 and hubby up and ready for their day, even tho I want to languish in bed for another 4 hours.

One happy note today, Wee One went poop in the potty, ALL BY HIMSELF!! Woohoo!!!!!! I was outdoors talking to the heating/cooling technician man who hubby had called to check out central heating and filters, to make sure we do not get carbon monoxide poisoned when we turn the heat on ect... AND Wee One got on the potty all by himself and went.....but he didnt wipe too good and put his pants back on....ack! I didnt scold him tho, he did his best, I just threw him in the shower for a scrubbing (which he is always in need of!)

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Here is Wee One showing off his new toy his Daddy bought for him when they went to town yesterday evening. He calls it "boobies" I have no idea why......

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Trail riding in the fall is the best! Best friend L. and I are trying to plan a ride next weekend when the kids are on their school's fall break. I bought some new shoe/boots for the Old Guy to cover his barefeet. I had his shoes pulled off a few weeks ago and just kept him barefoot for up coming winter. He has always had excellent feet. My farrier suggested I try the rubber form fitting shoe/boots that mold to his hooves for longer trail rides if I wanted to keep Scooter barefoot, Ive only used them once before and I was impressed with the duration they lasted! The first one I put on came off, but that one was kinda like an experimantal one. I am a lot better at doing it now.

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Instant Voodoo

I still WANT a Voodoo doll! A real one!~

But since that isint likely to happen soon, I got a virtual one here at Instant Voodoo...........


Blogger Magnolia said... the 50's, we used old white socks, and vivid imaginations, and made them that way.

5:08 PM  
Blogger Ms.L said...

lol,you could make your own..always remember the rule of something-can't remember what it's called-you may only wish or hex something on sombody if it equals the hurt they've inflicted on you.
Otherwise..bad gris-gris will come to you too.
I was ticked off about THAT too,lmao

When you get your motivation give some to me too please:)

I'm happy for your little guy!

5:56 PM  
Blogger Hope said...

I have never had a voodo doll before , but I did a friend in college that made one out of Candl Wax, but I don't know how well it would work?? Have you ever heard about the Gothica History before ??they do some really wired stuff somethime's

6:18 PM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

Voodoo...MArie Laveaus---

You may enjoy reading...or

Anytime I hear the word Voodoo she is who I think of-----ALWAYS.
There is still a shop in the French Quarter, you could get a doll there...probably a web address. doll could cast a spell on you to sleep better, come into more money and then send it my way for love and friendship!

Sweet dreams only to be awakened with TONS of positive energy!

7:46 PM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

The Voodoo She Did
Martha Ward takes an anthropologist's approach with Voodoo Queen: The Spirited Lives of Marie Laveau.

By David Winkler-Schmit

WHAT: Voodoo Queen: The Spirited Lives of Marie Laveau reading and signing by Martha Ward
WHEN: 1 p.m. Saturday, May 8
WHERE: New Orleans Public Library, 219 Loyola Ave., 529-READ

"I considered that this was field work with the dead," UNO Professor Martha Ward says of her new book, Voodoo Queen: The Spirited Lives of Marie Laveau.
With Voodoo Queen: The Spirited Lives of Marie Laveau, Martha Ward tries the near-impossible: the first academically grounded portrait of one of New Orleans' most elusive figures. By gathering many of the assorted tales and apocryphal accounts and the few actual facts available, the University of New Orleans professor tries to form what she calls "the shape of their lives."

"Their" lives, because there were two Marie Laveaus, Ward writes at the beginning of her book. The mother, born in 1801, was a Creole, a member of the gens de couleur libre (or "free people of color"), and was a devout Catholic and a respected nurse. The daughter, born in 1827, never married, but had children and spent most of her professional life as a hairdresser.

Besides their blood connection, the two women also had the common bond of being practicing voodoo priestesses, a fact that provides much of their mystique -- and a fact that Ward wanted to keep in balance with their other lives.

"Marie Laveau is a merged person, and she's a mother and a daughter," says Ward, professor of anthropology, urban studies, and women's studies at UNO. "She has a historical life and an important mythological life. I felt I had to honor both sides of both of them. I'm an anthropologist, and I rely on first-hand field experience in my research. I don't rely on beliefs or codes. I considered that this was field work with the dead."

In order to fully investigate the Laveaus, Ward spent hours poring through church and cemetery records, newspaper archives, aged city directories, and interviews. However, for Ward to "experience" the other side of the Laveaus, she attended various voodoo ceremonies and church services, and even employed a few unconventional methods. "I have relied on dreams, intuition, a hyperactive imagination, and funky Voodoo luck," Ward writes. "From time to time I have stood in front of the Laveau tomb in St. Louis Cemetery One and talked with her."

Even with these graveyard conversations, Ward couldn't find enough evidence of the women's history, partly because of the women themselves and the religion they practiced. Both were likely illiterate, so there are no diaries or journals. Plus, the white New Orleans establishment did not favorably accept their practice of voodoo and sought its dissolution. The secret religion's initiates are not allowed to speak of its rituals, so voodoo was often practiced in private homes away from the public eye. However, for a number of years, the elder Laveau conducted her rituals on Sundays in Congo Square, a day and place where both free blacks and slaves were allowed to congregate.

As Ward points out, no white journalist has ever reported seeing either Laveau practicing voodoo in Congo Square. Eventually local authorities, fearing the free blacks were unduly influencing slaves to rebel, closed Congo Square in 1843. The square was re-opened two years later, but with armed guards posted at the gates.

Determined to come up with a clearer vision, if not an undisputed one, Ward realized the task would require some speculation and maybe even a little imagination. She used a straightforward methodology: On one side of a piece of paper, Ward listed all of the genealogical and personal facts about the Laveaus, and in another column, she listed all of the known laws of their time and any significant historical occurrences that might have affected them.

The result is a biography that delivers both a realistic side and a more fantastic one. Ward provides a solid reporting of the cultural aspects of this time period in New Orleans history (1800-1890) and helps the reader understand what a significant role the gens de couleur libre played in the early days of the city. When Ward does speculate on the women's actions, she provides an explanation for her conclusion. Unfortunately, these explanations can sometimes slow down and even obfuscate the narrative thread, even though they are often highly interesting asides. Other times, such as when Ward reveals how the two women have spiritually become one and sometimes return to the city, she gives the reader more of a mythological effect than a concrete, literal one. Taken as a whole, it is an informative and provocative look at two of the most hidden and misunderstood women in New Orleans history. And for Ward, as an anthropologist and storyteller, providing some clarity to a cloudy vision was all she could hope for. "There's hardly any peg in this whole narrative that's literal, truthful or absolute," concludes Ward. "It's all conditional, situational and interpretive. At a certain point, I had to stop equivocating and pick the best thing I think comes out of it."


7:48 PM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

OK just one more, and I am going to bed...You can read about several on this page:

7:50 PM  
Blogger dakotablueeyes said...

I couldn't get motivated today either. My butt was draggin and all because it was raining. I knew the moment the alarm went off and I hit the snooze,,,,,welll several times, that it was raining and sure enough when I let the dogs out, rain. I said I was going back to bed, but that didn't happen

7:52 PM  
Blogger brian said...

Aniin BG,

Voodoo smoodoo, what a crock of poo...OUCH, stop that!!!

Just think! When TT's going on his first date, you can whip out this post to show his gal! Beware the power of the mommy!

Who needs a doll!

10:41 PM  
Blogger Swampwitch said...

Hey BG, just now back on the cornpooter and almost didn't recognize you with that new avatar. What pretty eyes. Poopie in the Potty. What an event ! Yea !
Voodoo Dolls? Gotta run find some pins. Will be back.

11:23 PM  
Blogger FelineFrisky said...

Hey! Congrats on the achievement! A day in history! A long fall ride sounds wonderful, bet Scooter likes it too! Have a great time planning and see ya later! D :}

6:47 AM  
Blogger BarnGoddess said...

mags-no way you are that old!

msL-I would only do positive things to my voodoo doll...probly!

hope- Ive heard very little about Gothica History, interesting tho to maybe research. Wax voodoo doll? hmm it might work!

rebecca-thnx for all of the info! That was great reading :) I figured you'd know a bit about the topic since you hail from N.O. Cool to grow up w/ that and it is part of your history :)

dakotablueeyes-the evil snooze button, grrr I LIKE your new avatar by the way!

bri-happy b-day ya old man! behave or else no more emails with chics in 'em

swampwitch-glad your back! missed ya. Yes, we always need extra push pins!

diane-I hope our ride comes togther!

9:57 AM  
Blogger Irene said...

Your Wee One's adorable! I am set to potty-train my own sometime soon. Wish me luck! c",)

10:57 AM  
Blogger melanie said...

what a cutie! How old is your son? Mine is three and still will not go on the potty. he is petrified. wondering if i need to start forcing the issue.

trail riding sounds wonderful! :wink:

11:00 AM  
Blogger Miss 1999 said...

Yay Wee One!!! :0) I could probably hook ya up with a Voodoo Doll :0)

11:24 AM  

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