WHO WHAT NOW?
Brie Gainer fierce single mother, resident of Texas, but heart in Hawaii. Old enough to be your mother, so don't mess around. Working in insurance for 8 years. Life in AUSTIN for the past decade has been very pleasing indeed.
I don’t consider myself to be a film geek, but I find myself inserting movie quotes into my daily life. Like most people, I love to get to a movie theatre any chance I get. My taste in movies is akin to my taste in cheese or chocolate: I prefer bitter films with a creative, mysterious undertone. I can usually find “my” kind of movies on IFC, at Alamo Drafthouse and Angelika Film Center.
That said, try not to throw up when I tell you: my favorite movie is “Titanic.” Yes, THAT one with Kate Winslet.
Other faves, in no particular order:
“Traffic”
“Amelie”
“Jindabyne”
“Little Children”
“Paris, Je t’aime”
“Fantastic Mr. Fox”
“Darjeeling Express”
“Stranger Than Fiction”
the “Life of David Gale”
the “Royal Tenenbaums”
“Things We Lost in the Fire”
Favorite Artists // Michael Franti, Tina Dico, Nya Jade, Regina Spektor, Oren Lavie, Imogen Heap, Ben Folds, Rufus Wainwright
Right now, I’m listening to Yes, Maria, Yes by David Wax Museum on Pandora.
I am not one of those people who has to have 10,000+ songs in my iTunes library. I don’t feel the need to pirate MP3s. And I don’t have a hoard of old tapes and CD’s.
Basically, @Pandora has simplified my life. I can explore, favorite, and be practically guaranteed that the music I hear is music I WANT to hear.
I also listen to various online radio stations, such as KPIG, KUT, and KGSR.
In regards to Pandora, I am all over the place, but some of my fave stations are: Seasonique Cheer Up Radio, Worldbeat Radio, Les Nubians Radio.
During Christmas, you cannot go wrong with Merriest Hawaiian Christmas Radio!
…working!…coming soon!..I know you can’t wait! LOL!!!
Skills // Over 15 years' administrative, secretarial experience, applicable to any office setting. Effectively supports team needs, helping productive work environments by fostering quality professionalism and office etiquette. Not easily offended. ;-)
Keywords // Creative, Lead By Example, Reliable, Discrete, Keyboarding, Efficient, Effective, Resourceful, Excel, Word, Wordpress, Twitter, Facebook, Hippie Austin Mom, Blogging, #SoMe Fan, Art Supporter
Guess what else? // I know how to type. On an actual typewriter.
About this Blog // Here is where I insert my little disclaimer. This blog is primarily a place where I ramble on and release my inner demons. Don't even think about taking it too personally or firing me for anything I have to say here. (So there!)
I normally don’t waste my time caring about the private lives of celebrities–and, really, neither should you. If I were your mother, I’d tell you there are better things out there in the world.
I’m not saying you shouldn’t have a favorite actor/singer/etc and that you shouldn’t enjoy movies and whatnot. For the most part, celebrities do have talent and work hard. Whether they make the most of their lives is one thing.
Lindsay Lohan being a prime example. I don’t know her personally, but I know enough about her life to know she needs some serious wrangling. The sad thing is that, until recently, she’s been able to hire and fire some personal ass-kissers at will.
What Lindsay needs is a certified financial planner from a large firm, a bodyguard who only cares about his job–and not her personally, and a couple of Samoan wranglers to help her stop being an idiot and start being a professional. (I vote Samoan because they won’t take little Red’s idiocy, and their sheer presence would be frightening. Most Samoans are big, and they don’t play around.)
That is my $.02. 
Anyway, I was randomly surfing today and read all about Leighton Meester. I don’t know how she came up in my surfing, and I don’t particularly know much about her personal life, except that she kicked her mother to the curb in court. !!!
Read all about it: here.
I mean, for real…I thought Lindsay’s mother was batshit crazy. They don’t have anything on Constance Meester. Call me out for judging, but oh yes I am!
Anyway, Leighton appears to have her head on straight, and I suspect she has had to do a lot of her own self-parenting. As it is, she got custody of her younger brother. Poor thing! And, good for her!
You can only imagine what kind of behind-the-scenes stuff is going on if Leighton was able to take her brother away from their very own mother.
Just a quickie… This hurts my eyeballs:
As you may or may not know, I am a fan of Jason Bateman since Little House days. I’m sure Jason and his wife really got a steal with their new house. It is beautiful for sure, and I’m also sure they were told “It has so much potential!” Potential is true, too. But, man, I wish I was a fly on the wall when Mrs. Bateman first laid eyes on the master bath. ZOMG!!!!!
Anyway, God bless Your Mama at the RealEstalker. Her blog fulfills my need to be a total lookie-loo when it comes to houses. The fact that they are celebrity houses is a bonus. 
Call it what you will, but for whatever reason, I randomly clicked on an old post of mine called “A toxic pickle–Dad’s response.” In the “Part 1” entry of this post, I was talking about green burials. “Part 2″ is, as the title states, Dad’s response.
I was literally just thinking about Dad. I wonder if he is trying to make me feel better by letting me know that he is thinking of me. Or, is the universe twisting me a little?
Dad’s death is still fresh in my mind. When I received that frantic call from David last year (and, no, I have not really blogged much about this yet,) my birthday occurred exactly one week prior. I was at work, and I still had slightly wilted birthday flowers on my desk.
Walking around the office, to & from the copy machine, etc, I had gotten to thinking about my 2013 birthday flowers. They are beautiful. And, as my birthday was last week, they are still fresh and without a hint of wilting..but I can’t think about flower arrangements without thinking of Dad’s funeral.
And now here I am wondering if Dad would have been happy with the fact that we did not bury him at his church, as he said he would have liked. His funeral was damn good, as funerals go. It was a military funeral and he is buried at Dallas Fort Worth National Cemetery.
If you have to know, we did have Dad embalmed, not cremated. My apologies to the environment. So much for trying to be green, huh? Dad’s final act of doing good was wasted, in my eyes–although, cremation is probably worse than being embalmed. In any case, Dad did have a beautiful open casket memorial service, which he wanted.
So, Dad, wherever you are, I’m sorry I completely forgot to have you placed at Cathedral of Hope. I even remember you stopping and smiling outside the Columbarium and pointing out how nice it was to have something like this at your church, to have a sense of community even in death.
And, even though your grave is ironically looking out over a somewhat toxic reservoir, I think that your burial spot is just as meaningful as having it at the church, if not prettier.
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