Monday, March 01, 2010

It'll never be the same...

Tina Elizabeth Ledesma, 44, departed from this life on March 1st, 2010. She was born November 25, 1965, in Midwest City, the third daughter of Don and Bettie Stowe. Tina attended Mid-Del Schools as well as Rose State College where she was an outstanding student. She was accepted into the Honors Program at the University of Oklahoma where she studied English, history, philosophy, French, and Latin as she pursued a degree in Letters.

Tina is survived by her parents, Don and Bettie Stowe; husband and the love of her life, John Ledesma; children and the lights of her life: Brittany Jonn, Lance Christian, and Alexandra Donn, all of Midwest City; sister, Sharon, and her husband, David Folsom, of Choctaw; sister, Cindy, and her husband, Tony Church, of Del City; many extended family members; and innumerable friends.

Tina was courageous, brilliant, and hilarious. Her beautiful blue eyes and sparkling wit left an impression on everyone she met. She was a devoted mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend who took great care of the people in her life, always willing to do whatever she could to make each feel loved. Tina had a truly creative spirit and enjoyed making beautiful things, especially, her jewelry line that sold in several local stores. She loved books, music, chocolate, and OU football, and this world is a more magical place for having had Tina in it.

Services will be held at 2pm on Saturday, March 6th, at the Candlewood Chapel located at the Ford Funeral Service at 305 S. Sooner Road in Midwest City.

Nothing Loved Is Ever Lost

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Monday, April 20, 2009

disturbing martini development

This is not one of those clever headlines that you use to get someone to read your blog. I know that it is surprising to hear that there could be something bad happening in the delicious world of the classic cocktail, the Martini, but this is bad...very bad.

Apparently, with the development of flavored and infused vodkas, someone decided that it would be a good idea to create bacon flavored vodka. They have a website where they recommend sipping it with barbeque or a steak or using it to make a Bloody Mary. They even have a picture of a beautiful, chilled Martini WITH A PIECE OF BACON AS A GARNISH. NO! NO! NO!

Don't get me wrong. I love my bacon (extra crispy please!) and I love my Martinis (dirty, dry, and shaken until your fingers are frozen to the cocktail shaker), BUT never the twain shall meet. Neither do I want mid-rare filet infused vodka nor chicken friend steak infused vodka.

If you want something in your vodka, try orange or cranberry juice - pomegranate juice if you are feeling unconventional. Leave the bacon to the breakfast table. I need a drink.

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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

a mood

Tona's toilet is gurgling because she has roots in her line.
Tona is about to freeze to death because her floor furnace went out.
Tona is mad at her boyfriend because he is a guy. Guys = Insensitive

You really don't want Tona to blog right now. You don't.

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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Santa's G-mail Account

Santa Claus cracks me up.

(If you click on the picture, a larger view will open in a new window.)

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

I'm watching the Tonys...

I'm thinking that Oklahoma is holding its own on Broadway. We have Kristen Chenoweth who has a couple of Tony Awards and is on a fun new TV show called Pushing Daisies.

And don't get me started on Megan Mullally... I think that she is just wonderful. She is funny, beautiful, and ridiculously talented; she's an Oklahoma girl. I was born on her birthday, too! November 12th - it's a good day. I really liked her talk show, too, but I worked while it was on, so I didn't get to watch very often.

Finally, there is this guy named Tracy Letts. He just won a Pulitzer Prize this year for his latest play "August, Osage County" - which is kicking arse at the Tony Awards right now. He's a talented actor who has been performing in Chicago for years. (I LOVED visiting Chicago.) His mom, Billie Letts, wrote a great little book called "Where the Heart Is" - Oklahoma girl!

I've always known that there are a lot of brilliant Okies out there, but it is just nice to know that the rest of the world should should be noticing about now.

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Thursday, April 03, 2008

Yep, I'm bald

I shaved my head on Sunday to raise money for childhood cancer research. So far I've been sponsored $1,520, which is more than I ever thought that I would raise, and it has been a great experience.

Now we get to the interesting part. It is a very humbling thing to be a bald woman. Strangers stare and question me. I can be pretty bold. I don't mind speaking in front of a room of my colleagues at my day job or yelling to clear a bar at 2am at my night job. Getting this much attention from strangers is different. I've even been wearing a St. Baldrick's button that says "Ask me why I'm bald." But people are too busy staring at my naked head to read it.

My friends know me and know about St. Baldrick's, and they have been wonderful. People in public just look at me like I'm crazy. Okay, people, I'm not sick. I'm not a skin head. I'm not any kind of radical. I'm just raising money for sick kids. Stare, stare, booger bear! (The super-mature part of me wants to say that.)

My nephew was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was nine, and he was in treatment through his entire tenth year of life. He had brain surgery - which left quite a scar at the base of his neck, he had radiation - which made him lose his hair and left him with sunburn-like blistering on his skin, and he had to do a ridiculous amount of chemo for the case study that he was in - which made him so sick that not only did he end up in a wheelchair but he also had to wear a surgical mask in public to try to avoid viruses. (The flu could have killed him.) He went to the zoo in a wheelchair wearing a surgical mask. I could feel people staring at him when we'd go out running around, and I always felt protective and hoped that he didn't notice them.

Now I'm having this weird experience of being a bald girl, and I vacillate between feeling completely self-conscious and just not caring. I'm hoping that the "just not caring" part gets easier. Because, honestly, this is not a big deal. This is something that I chose to do which has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Sick kids like Bryan have no choice. But they are brave, and they are full of fight. I can't help but think that they are going to be better grown-ups than I'll ever be.

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Monday, March 03, 2008

a little off the top

In October of 2001, my nephew, Bryan was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He had brain surgery, got 28 days of radiation, and did a ridiculous number of rounds of chemo. I'd need to ask my sister-in-law for sure, but it was something like ten or twelve rounds. It was absolutely horrible. One day we'd be so hopeful, and the next day something crazy would happen, and we'd be absolutely terrified that we were going to lose him.

In the Spring of 2003, I shaved my head at a fundraiser for children's cancer research called St. Baldrick's and raised $1,000. (The picture is of Bryan and me at the shaving.) My sister-in-law shaved too and raised a ton of money - I think it was over $3,000. (I really need to get myself a fact-checker or just call my sister-in-law, don't I? I'm just trying to not exaggerate here.) Anyhoo, it has been five years, and I'm going to shave my head again with another goal of $1,000.

You can click the link above to donate, or you can click around at the St. Baldrick's site and sign up to shave YOUR head, or volunteer, or organize a shaving event in your town, or just leave them your millions when you die - whatever strikes your fancy. It is a good cause and all of their info is there.


Sick kids suck!!! (Okay, you know what I meant to say - it sucks when kids are sick.) Our doctors, nurses, and researchers are figuring out better ways to deal with cancer, but it takes money.

By the way, Bryan just turned 16 and is still cancer free. He has other health issues because all of his treatments had crazy side effects, but we are just grateful for every clean MRI.

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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Sweet Barbie

Barbie Sue Goodman passed away Monday night, November 5, 2007, in her hometown of Midwest City, Oklahoma, at the age of 34. She is survived by her mother and father, Mr. and Ms. Rick and Barbara Goodman; three siblings, Darla Nicoll, Ricky Goodman and Debbie Goodman; and four nieces, a nephew, and many extended family members.

Barbie was an amazing singer, and all who were fortunate enough to see her in front of a band or with her guitar, were truly moved. Barbie was also a teacher, and she taught us all with her baffling insight, intellect and soul. Barbie, you are deeply loved and sadly missed.

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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Me Need Go More










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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Anais Nin


And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Rainer Maria Rilke

One of my best friends is getting married, and I ran across this poem looking for something to read at the wedding. It is beautiful and simple. (And I haven't posted anything in months!)


Pathways

Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

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Saturday, September 16, 2006

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . .

As an Okie, it is almost a requirement that you love The Flaming Lips, and you would believe me if you'd been at the show last night at the Zoo Amphitheater. It was awesome.

I wish we'd taken pictures since Mama T's youngest went with me. She liked the show too - I knew she would. She rocks!

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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

after-party at Galileo

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

World Cup UpDate

England lost! It was terrible. Beckham was injured, so they had to yank him. Rooney got a red card. (Rooney got a red card! Sweet Wayne, what were you thinking? Okay, we still love you, Wayne, but you have to stop shoving guys around and stomping on them like you are in a pub brawl.)

After playing most of the second half a man down, it came down to overtime, penalty kicks, and one goal. ONE goal! My heart was either going to beat out of my chest or just completely stop. What a freakin' heart-breaker.

I have also discovered that John Terry is one of the cutest men to ever walk the face of the earth (see pic below), so I'm going to have to figure out how to start watching Chelsea Football Club matches.

So here we are: Germany, Italy, Portugal, and France. The Europeans are kicking some ass (except for England).

Semi-Finals
Germany v. Italy on July 4th at 2pm (CST)
Portugal v. France on July 5th at 2pm

3rd Place Match
July 8th at 2pm

Final
July 9th at 1pm

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

I must go comfort him.

England's John Terry acknowledges the crowd after Portugal defeated England in their World Cup 2006 quarter-final soccer match in Gelsenkirchen July 1, 2006.

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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Beer We Go


Germans fear we're going to drink them dry
by Jeremy Armstrong

ENGLAND's massive army of World Cup fans is drinking Germany dry, it emerged yesterday. Breweries warned beer could run out before the final because of huge demand from our supporters.

In Nuremberg, organisers revealed 70,000 England fans who flooded the city drank 1.2 MILLION pints of beer - an average of 17 pints each. Astonished bar keeper Herrmann Murr said: "Never have I seen so many drink so much in such little time." His bar at a fans' tent in the city ran out after they drained all 32 of his 50-litre (11 gallon) barrels.

Herr Murr calculated Britons were shifting beer at a staggering rate of 200 pints per minute. City official Peter Murrmann said: "The English proved themselves world champs. They practically drank us dry."

In Cologne, where England drew with Sweden, bottles and barrels of the local K?lsch beer ran out because so many English took them to campsites and parties.

Stuttgart bar chiefs said an extra 900,000 pints were sunk last weekend where 60,000 fans partied before and after our 1-0 win over Ecuador.

The Veltins brewery also revealed it has produced a record 418,000 gallons in a bid to keep up with demand. A spokesman said: "It is incredible how much is being drunk but the hardest thing for the breweries is keeping up with the thirst of the English."

In Dortmund, where most fans for England's Gelsenkirchen clash against Portugal on Saturday are staying, the giant DAB brewery is bracing itself by ferrying in extra supplies to boost production.

www.mirror.co.uk

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Monday, June 26, 2006

I love Harry Potter, but I don't LOVE Harry Potter.

I am continually amazed at some of the things in which people will invest their time, but the below is actually pretty clever.

The Boy Who Lived
to the "Brady Bunch" theme song

Here's a story of a kid named Harry
In Godric's Hollow he lived with his mum and dad
Until Lord Voldemort
Came and killed 'em
But not Harry, and he thought that he'd been had

Here's a story of a family, Dursley
Who brought up Harry most unwillingly
They tried to make him normal
Like a Muggle
But that would never be

In the middle of the night during a storm
Hagrid found them on an island where they hid
And he told Harry that he
Was a wizard
And how he came to be the boy who lived

The boy who lived
The boy who lived
How he came to be
The boy who lived

submitted by Tabitha
at Mugglenet.com

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Sunday, June 25, 2006

Of course, I'm rooting for England!


Maybe I'll have time to post something in two weeks.
For now, I'm in football heaven!

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Friday, June 16, 2006

Tornado Alley Rollergirls

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Thursday, May 25, 2006

my new favorite quote

“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love
with a gorgeous redhead.”

-Lucille Ball

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Emily Dickinson

So she wasn't a drunk, but she sure was depressed.

If you were coming in the Fall (511)

If you were coming in the Fall,
I’d brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman’s Land.

If certain, when this life was out—
That yours and mine, should be
I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state—its sting.

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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sylvia Plath


I know that I'm on a drunk, female poet kick, but I love this villanelle.


Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Hello, Gov'nor!


It is practically a miracle! Tattooing may soon be legal in our great state.

This afternoon, HB 806 was voted out of the state House of Representatives and sent to the governor's desk. If good old Brad signs off on it, it will just be a matter of time until we can ink the crap out of ourselves in any state in the US, including little-old-backward Oklahoma.

God bless America, God bless Oklahoma, and, while we're at it, God bless Brad Henry!

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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

a ditty and a sonnet


First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends –
It gives a lovely light!


What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Dorothy Parker


I saw "Mrs Parker and the Vicious Circle" again this weekend.
God, she was so brilliant and so unhappy and such a drunk.

"I shall stay the way I am
because I do not give a damn."

"Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do;
and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!"

"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
than a frontal lobotomy."

"It's a small apartment, I've barely enough room to lay my hat
and a few friends."

"Outspoken by whom?"

"Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away."

"It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard."

"Razors pain you; rivers are damp;
acids stain you; and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give;
gas smells awful; you might as well live."

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I want this!


www.ThinkGeek.com
I guess if I were to get this, I would actually have to start blogging more.

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Friday, March 31, 2006

neither wine nor God can save you

What a crappy day in health news. There are two new studies out: one states that wine actually has very few health benefits, and the other states that patients who have people praying for them don't have any better recovery rates than anyone else.

Both of these studies contradict earlier studies that I liked much better. I assume that you already know that I like wine - yummy, red wine like Zinfandel and Syrah. I try to improve my health several times a month with good friends, good talk, and, ah yes, good red wine. Apparently, I'm not doing myself one bit of good.

I also had the prayer thing going for me as some of my family and friends are religious and/or spiritual and are kind enough to remember me to the old guy upstairs. I have even been known to pray for myself, and sometimes this has even followed a night of red wine, health improvement. I'm just not sure if "please God, if you'll help me quit puking, I'll never drink again" counts for anything.

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

It is almost April 4th!


Two cool things are happening April 4th. I am starting my new job, and The Flaming Lips new album "At War with the Mystics" is being released in the US.

The Lips have always had a great website, and you can listen to the new album there. If you go to their new album site, you can have a Tarot reading and be given your mystical track. I did it and am both magical and mystical, but you already knew that.

Isn't it about time that they did one of their fake-named-band-secret-OKC shows? It is been a while since they've had one, hasn't it? Wayne, just do it! (Call me first!)

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

philosophical poo

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
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The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

The Myth of Sisyphus
- Albert Camus

If you can make it from the opening lines to the closing lines of "The Myth of Sisyphus" and have it hold true for you, then you should be able to be happy as well. It is a struggle for me.

I'm starting a new job next week about which I'm very excited and am hanging out with a decent kind of fella, but there is still a part of me that wonders what in the world this is all about.

Is rolling the rock enough to pull you through the days? I understand that it is about putting your own meaning into life, but sometimes I guess that I would like to feel as if I'm doing something more.

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