Happy Anniversary to The Goddess Howe!

Happy 1-Year Anniversary to The Goddess Howe blog! Yep, one year ago today I posted my very first blog as I stepped off into this crazy journey of pursuing my dreams. The Goddess Howe flower pictureTo all of you who have subscribed to the blog, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!  Your support means the world to me and has encouraged me on days when I questioned my sanity for doing this.  (And if you haven't subscribed yet, PLEASE DO! It's painless.  You just sign up with your email address and you get an email whenever I do a post.  Which you can read or delete or forward or ignore.) To those of you who have commented on my blog posts, a big huge thank you!  I read once that the difference in a blog and  a website is that a blog is a two-way conversation, so thanks for conversing with me. To all of you who have followed The Goddess Howe on Facebook, thank you!  Your likes, your comments, your shares, and your support have kept me going and inspired me to keep writing and keep posting.  Share it and spread the word whenever you like it!summer fun, beach, 4th of July, swimming And finally, I'd like to thank the Academy.....or more importantly, My Knight and Dr. Smooth, for reading every post, critiquing every post, and for providing so much great material.  We have two new catch phrases in the house.  1- You should blog about this! and 2- Don't you dare blog about this! Blogging is a funny thing.  Putting yourself out there to the entire world (or the portion of the world that will find your posts) and saying, "Here's how I feel.  Here's what I think.  Here's what happened to me."  Sometimes they like it.  They're inspired, or entertained, or encouraged.  Sometimes they don't like it.  They're offended, or infuriated, or bored. But isn't it just the coolest thing?? That I can sit down and write out what I'm thinking, or feeling, or experiencing, and for a brief moment in your day.....you and I connect?  No matter how far apart we might be, and whether we are family, close friends, or complete strangers....for that moment we connect.  Our lives bump up against each other in this big ole' world. So here's to another year of bumping into each other!  I'll keep posting; you keep reading and commenting. And now there is a whole new way for us to connect.  Starting today, The Goddess Howe will be featured as a weekly column in the South Lake Tablet.  It's new material, so check it out! I'm gonna celebrate today with a Diet Coke.  And maybe a cupcake.  But we can celebrate together by taking a look back at the most popular posts from this first year based on the stats.  Just click on the title to read that post.  Enjoy! (and seriously, thank you!)

wedding bouquet from wedding planner, The Goddess Howe#10:  Bizarre Things No Wedding Planner Wants to Hear

Spend fifteen years working weddings, and you wouldn't believe some of the crazy stuff you  hear.

#9: And You Thought Your Handy Man Was Hot

My Knight's incident with acid proved I didn't miss my calling by not going into Emergency Management.

chewing gum on folders for The Goddess Howe post#8: Grizzly Bears, Class Size, and Chewing Gum

When people ask why I quit teaching, I tell them penguin eggs and chewing gum.  Here's the gum part.

#7: Perfect Wedding Gone Haywire

Just when you think nothing can go wrong, inevitably it does.  Especially if it's a wedding.

#6: Laundry Lessons Learned

One of my most embarrassing moments.  And I chose to share it online with the world.  And people clicked on it enough to make it in the top ten posts on my blog.  Should I be proud or humiliated???

#5: Known By Love (Why Everyone Should Have An Aunt Zula)

I miss this dear lady so much, but I am so happy that my tribute to her resonated with so many people and made the top ten.  She would have smiled at that.  In fact, she probably is right now.

#4: Tattoos, Pole-Dancing, and Cirque du Soleil

More people get to this post through random Google searches than any other post I have written.  I never knew so many people searched the web for "pole dancing tattoos".  And I can almost guarantee you that this post was not what they were looking for!

snake coming out of the drain in a bath tub#3: Snake in the Tub: An End to All Bubble Baths

This post has definitely caused the most controversy by far.  Many people would not read it based on the title.  Several friends cursed me for posting pics of snakes.  And a few have cursed me because they don't enjoy bubble baths anymore.  And this post garnered my first piece of hate mail.  Some total stranger had very strong opinions on what happened in my bath tub.  To each his own.

#2: Meeting Justin Furstenfeld: Our Blue October Adventure

This is one of those posts that I wrote for me, to get it off my chest and express something I had been unable to express.  I didn't think anyone would relate to it or particularly like it.  But we are never truly alone in our thinking or our feeling.  And it turns out quite a few people could understand admiring someone so much and wanting to express that, and ending up looking like an idiot instead.  Enough to make it #2 on the stats.  (It helped that there are lots of Blue October fans!  #sway)
Blue October Justin Furstenfeld
Me, My Knight, & My Fave Singer

And the #1 post from The Goddess Howe's first year: No Zero Grading Policy

I told my principal when I left teaching that I hoped to do something to help kids on the outside that I was unable to do on the inside.  I am thrilled that this post on a subject I am so passionate about ended up getting more hits than anything else I have written here.  Anytime we can open a dialogue and enlighten others to see a cause, to question an issue, to converse and share information, there is hope for change.  And I firmly believe our public education system needs to change. So there you have it!  The top ten most visited posts from my first year.  I published 80 posts this year.  I am setting a goal to almost double that in the coming year.  I hope you'll keep coming back for more.  And tell your friends. The Goddess Howe Much love, The Goddess Howe      

Meeting Justin Furstenfeld: Our Blue October Adventure

My Knight and I recently went on another adventure, and this one had nothing to do with flash floods or dog poop.  This one was all about our favorite band, Blue October.
Blue October, House of Blues concert
Blue October
Blue October has been “our band” since soon after we started dating.  We have gone to great lengths to make every show they’ve played in our town, even cutting our trip to Paris a day short to make a show at the House of Blues. I normally pick my music for the day depending on what kind of mood I am in, but I can literally listen to them every day no matter what mood I am in.  People always ask what kind of music they play, and they play such a wide range of music that I can’t explain it in just one word like rock or pop. They have upbeat, happy, sing it to the top-of-your-lungs in the car songs.  They have sad, gut-wrenching, my-heart-is-broken-and-the-world-is-gray songs.  They have angry, raging, I’m-pissed-off-and-I-really-want-to-hit-something songs.  They have drums, and guitars, and a violin, and a lead singer who can scream, or rap, or sing the softest ballad. He is the main thing that draws us to Blue October—him and his lyrics.  Justin Furstenfeld is an incredible storyteller.  As a writer, I am in awe of his ability to communicate.  To convey his thoughts, his feelings, and his experiences so openly and so unveiled.  And then to set them to music in such a way that even the ugliest and angriest of experiences is told in a beautiful and moving way. He weaves a tapestry of his life in threads of music and lyrics so raw, so colorful, and so open that you feel as though you know him after listening to him sing.  People connect with him because of that.  We connect with him because of that. My Knight has quite a lot in common with Justin, and he has said quite often that Justin expresses exactly what he is thinking or feeling, or what he has thought or felt, but could never figure out how to put into words. Blue October Lyrics A few years ago for our anniversary, My Knight carefully chose pieces of Justin’s lyrics from several songs and had a graphic artist in our family lay out the lyrics in a framed design.  They were Justin’s words that applied to his life, but his words were able to say things My Knight couldn’t, and he used them to write a love letter to me.
Blue October lyrics
A Knight's Love Letter in Lyrics
I feel like I understand My Knight through listening to Justin.  Because of their similarities and Justin’s willingness to share his story, I have a different perspective that allows me some level of understanding My Knight.
Blue October concert at House of Blues
Blue October concert May 2011
So when I heard that Justin had published a book of his lyrics with his notes and thoughts in the margins, of course I purchased that for My Knight.  And when I heard that Justin was doing a Meet and Greet along with an acoustic solo tour with the book, I wanted to buy tickets for My Knight’s birthday, but he was coming nowhere near Orlando. I scoured the internet for deals, dates, and times that would work and ended up getting us to Nashville.  We would fly up, land in time for lunch and hotel check-in, see the show, and fly back out the next morning.  A quick but exciting adventure. On the flight, we talked at length about all the things we would like to say to Justin.  I wanted to tell him how much I admired his writing and his ability to be vulnerable with his audience.  I wanted to thank him for allowing me a window into My Knight’s mind and what he at times feels or thinks or goes through.  I wanted to let him know that he has touched our lives and that we are rooting for him to have success in life, in business, and in relationships.  That we support him fully and whole-heartedly and can’t wait to hear what he has to say (sing) next.
Blue October meet and greet, Justin Furstenfeld Open Book Tour
Waiting in Line 2013
We talked about making sure we didn’t come across like stalkers that had flown across three states just to meet him.  We didn’t want to be crazed fans.  We just wanted him to know we really enjoy what he does, his words mean a lot to us, and we want him to keep writing. It didn’t exactly go down like I planned. We had snagged great seats right next to the stage.  We were giddy like kids on Christmas Eve waiting for him to come out.  He came out for a sound check, and I have to admit, I was a bit starstruck. I have seen him several times on stage, but always from far away.  But there he was.  RIGHT THERE.  SITTING RIGHT THERE.  I know all his songs.  All the words.  I listen to them every week, sometimes every day. I wake up reading them in My Knight’s love letter on my wall every morning.  And THERE HE WAS.
Justin Furstenfeld from Blue October
Justin Furstenfeld
I looked around the room at the other people who had paid money to “meet” and “greet” Justin, and I thought to myself what an odd situation that must be for him.  All these people feel like they know him, like they get him, are connected to him.  And he doesn’t know them from Adam. I mean, I’m sure he appreciates them (us) all being there.  The band goes out of their way to find ways to connect with their fans and to show their appreciation.  And it’s how he makes a living, so he is probably happy that people are willing to pay money to see him perform, and then above and beyond that pay extra just to meet him.  But it ain’t like he knows us like we feel we know him.  And it ain’t like we REALLY know him.  We know his songs.  His words.  What he chooses to share.  We’re not friends of his or real people in his real life. As my little psycho brain was processing all that and trying at the same time to focus on what Justin was saying, My Knight leaned over with the biggest grin on his face and the brightest twinkling in his eyes and said, “This is kind of surreal, isn’t it?  He’s right there sitting in front of us.”  Indeed it was surreal. After the sound check, they lined us up to meet Justin and get an autograph.  As we waited in line with all the other people who thought they knew him too, I practiced in my head what I wanted to say.  You know, so I didn’t come across all crazy-fan and looney. Then as the gentleman in front of me was stepping away, Justin said to him, “I’ll be praying for you, dawg.” And he looked at the departing man with such a sad look of concern that I, of course, immediately wondered what was wrong with the man, and thought how nice that was of Justin to be concerned, and oh, how nice that he will pray for him, and oh, how cool, he called him dawg, and oh my Lord, Justin is looking at me and waiting and I haven’t said a word. “We flew all the way from Orlando just to see you.”Autographed Blue October poster Yep.  That’s what came out of my mouth.  Crazed stalker fan statement.  Nothing that I had rehearsed or carefully planned.  And my turn was done. My moment was gone.  He had thanked me and was asking My Knight how to spell his niece’s name for her autographed poster. We walked away and I was so bummed.  Our time to meet Justin, to thank him, to express to him our gratitude and support--and I had totally flubbed it.  Now he would never know.  We were just two of thousands of faces before him.  (Not that I thought any grand speech on my part would have made him ask us to dinner, but still.  I wanted to say more than WE FLEW FROM ORLANDO TO SEE YOU.) As we stood in the next line to take a photo with Justin, My Knight and I discussed our lame attempts at conversation with him moments before, and we determined that we would be less nervous and say more when we posed for the picture with him. I was thinking to myself how awkward this whole process must be for him, to meet all these people, to have to smile and pretend you are happy to see them when you don’t even know them, and to show interest in whatever speeches they have prepared to share with you. I get that it’s a necessary part of living in the public eye, and I get that he appreciates his fans, but I still think there has to be days when he doesn’t want all these people to pretend they know him and he’d rather be back in the bus with his wife and baby.
Blue October Justin Furstenfeld
Me, My Knight, & My Fave
And with that on my mind, I stepped into place between my husband and my very favorite singer, whom I had flown across three states to meet and express my gratitude for. And what came out of my mouth was, “Do you ever get weirded out touching all these strangers for photos?”
Justin Furstenfeld Blue October
Me & Justin, Friends for Life--Ha!
That was it.  My one chance to speak with him in person, and that’s what I said. So, ladies and gentlemen, I didn’t get to say all that stuff I wanted to say to Justin.  I didn’t get to tell him how nice we both thought he was, how friendly and humble and welcoming.  That the acoustic set he did that night, sharing his story and his life, was an incredible show, and worth every penny and effort it took to get to Nashville for one night.  I didn’t get to tell him how much we admired his honesty and his humor at that show, and how much we applaud his efforts.  I didn’t get to say how happy we are for where he is in life right now, or how much in common we have with him and his wife, or how much we look forward to the new album.  So I'll say it here.  Thank you Justin.  We love you, not in that crazy stalker fan way, but in that crazy you-don't-know-us but we-feel-like-we-know-you way.  Keep on doing what you're doing and we'll keep coming back!