The PopeThing - Yet Another Award Show!

Hello you :)

The "living in 3 places" situation is coming to an end, at last.  Mom is doing well in Birmingham (even though the neighborhood is . . . iffy); the beach house in PCB is prepped for move-in; an instructor gig is lined up for summer.  Voila.

Exhale.

I could detail the irritation of being back in St. Pete at the condo and clashing with the brain-disruptions these people give me (like the fact that I cannot get out of my contract early even though I have been a FABULOUS renter), but why?  Bigger brain-disruptive (and more comedic) action exists outside this zip code:



Is that photo-shopped?  Or did lightning really strike the Vatican the day the Pope pooped out?  Apparently, according to the "news", the selection committee hasn't been given the definitive word from god yet as to who the next P will be.  So the next dude to wear the red shoes is still a big mystery.

How exactly does god tell these guys who to vote for?  Doesn't god have to chose from a preselected bunch of Cardinals?  What if god wants someone who is NOT a priest to be Pope?  What if god has a sense of humor and a love for pop culture trash?

Maybe this is his top ten list of Possible Papal People:

1.  Pamela Anderson
2.  Me
3.  Kanye West
4.  One of the Kardashians -- you choose; he said it doesn't matter
5.  Pitbull with JLo -- a dual popedom
6.  Geraldo Rivera
7.  Me (I know I am on the list already, but you shouldn't question divine logic)
8.  The guy who fixed my washing machine at the beach house in record time for a low price
9.  Donald Trump
10. All of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders (they work as a unit anyway)

More regular postings to come, now that I will be settling in 2 places rather than 3.
Loves and kisses,
Joyce Marie

Grammy Awards and Clothing Rules . . . in America?

Hello you!

This is still me for the next few weeks:


Busy on the road and in the air, I just am not posting enough.  Regrets, but I am visiting Mom frequently in the Bama home and setting up fabulous residency in our Panama City Beach home.  The best news in the zone is I will continue teaching college there.  Big smiles and lots of relearning happening . . . like how to drive and pump gas and not insult an Alabamian.  The latter is hard to avoid.  I should know, I am one . . . sort of, again.

So.  CBS has advised the musician types at this evening's awards party to not show body parts.  Something like that.  What does this mean?  Is this an award show for accountants or high school teachers?  And when did we decide that body parts were all scary for the "innocent youth" watching these events?

Straight up, Carl Rove's shiny bald head and frightful droning on Fox News is much scarier.

So, I have totally spun darling Kanye's absence tonight as not a slap at the corny-whiteys-who-run-the-pop-music-machine.  He will no-show because he wanted to wear this on the red carpet:


So not Kanye anyway.

Meanwhile, a blizzard hits the northeast as I storm on with my relocation actions.  All is so, so good.  And I wouldn't change a thing.
Kisses,
Joyce Marie

Still new to 2013 -- according to Eric Beeman, a very Brady New Year (as in our darling Tom)

Dear you:



What is he screaming?  "Be perfect"?  "No mercy"?  "Give me my ring"?
Whatever.  He is playing the game.  And that is me.  And that is us.  It just doesn't stop does it?  And that is good, very good.

Commuting between Birmingham, Bama to visit Mom, Panama City Beach to set up the shorehouse for my residency and Old St. Pete to take care of business -- thank you Elvis, TCB -- makes me feel phenomenally fearless.  Driving my Dad's Chevy around is hilarious!  Who knew I had a NASCAR vibe.

Funny, how good things are when you don't have to fight for your right to be joyful.  I miss my students (the fabulous ones only, not the vile, white trash annihilators of life) and Dr. Gordon (of course) but am so happy about this relocation.

I have an interview for teaching at the local college.
I have an old friend who can help with all things "housey".
I will be just down the road from Mom.

What could be better?  I love leaving the bitter elements right here in area code 727.

Ms. 305 is on hold a bit.  Thanks for your patience.

Real words and ideas will be coming to you in February.   You know I miss lighting fires; they will be coming soon :)

Kisses,
Joyce Marie
Tip:  keep reading Chauncey De Vega (spelling?) for hard and true commentary about events political and social.  He says it right.

12/21/2012 Eve!

Hello you :)

I am writing from the public library in my birth-town, Birmingham, Alabama.  Home to celebrate the holidays with newly widowed Mom, I am enjoying (really) the shutting of some doors and the opening of others.

Here is the plan:
1.  Next week, drive the old Chevy down to reopen the Panama City Beach house.
2.  Return to Birmingham to bring in 2013 with lite champagne with the Mom.
3.  Schedule meetings with the English Program Chair at the local college down there for January to set up instructional labor (mental wages, they call the adjunct life).
4.  Once I return to old St. Pete., now less creepy since the college drama is neatly wrapped up, look into closing out the condo lease as early as possible, pull some cash from my "retirement" account if possible, do a few back and forth trips to seriously set up PCBeach residency.
5.  Resume the oh so fabulous on-line tutoring with Mega-corporation, Pearson.
6.  Be practical and expect the impossible.

Point 6 is something George Friedman mentions in book predicting geopolitical trends for this new, young century.  Not a bad bit of instruction.

Here, in Bama, there is indeed weather.  And I am wearing a fleecy jacket, something I thought I was done with forever.  Well, you just never know, do you?

Peace and power, especially to the New Englanders who lost their darling children to that idiot with the gun, the guns.  Ridiculous.

Kisses and be ready for flashes of non-provocational newsbites . . . at least for now, as another tide rolls in.

Joyce Marie - - -
La vida loca 

New Year is Rollin' in!

Dear You - still me!

If you are looking for the zone titled Unchained Professorette, it was brought down due to numerous and lovely scandals.

One must not convey truths :)

The current moment in Florida-land reports as follows:
1.  Alabama just defeated Georgia to win the SEC championship.
2.  The essay reviewing cue on Pearson's Smarthinking is loaded with help requests.
3.  The fabulous Momma is holding her own in the Birmingham mansion and I shall see her again in a few weeks.
4.  The tards in zip-code 33701 can bend but not break me.
5.  And your professorette is on her way to the next adventure.

So, what is it about moving along that appeals so very, very much?

Love and kisses to the gorgeous soldiers who have had my back and made teaching in "33701" worth every bloody second!

Smoochy -
Your Joyce