
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Happy 85th, Gmom!

Gmom a few weeks ago on my visit home, stylish at 84.
My beloved Gmom Edna Mae, Special Ed as we call her, turns a beautiful 85 today. I love you!!
I have this great Polaroid of me as a baby - and grant you I wasn't the towering 5'2" I am today - dwarfing her lap (she's tiny) and receiving a bottle. Once, when they still lived in their home in Lincoln and I was caring for them, I brought up a great big load of laundry. She threw her hands down in her lap and said, "All the time we took care of you, I never thought the day would come that you would be taking care of us." I think of that photo now, how we both looked so small, and how much I miss being there to fold her clothes.
But all I need is a 7-day hit of Cipro

Song of the Day: Unsquare Dance

Today's Song of the Day is Unsquare Dance from Dave's Time Further Out. Check it out, love it, thank him later. Besides, who COULDN'T love a song with Turkey in the Straw written into it.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
New feature - Random Clip Art Image of the Day

Weapon: Sword - wtf, this seems highly inefficient
Thoughts: why why why would you want to attack a butterfly? I am terrified of them and I wouldn't get within 1000 feet of one to try to stab it. Why does this man have a nose like Gargamel and long red hair?
Why I found this: I was looking to find an eps of a raincoat for a new cartoon I'm writing...need to refine search terms.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Song of the Day: Dr Yang

Some friends, including reader Anthony, have attended the new concert and said he's amazing. Too bad Denver isn't on the list. * tear *
Such a painful trip, to find out if this was it

I'm not being totally honest. I did have daydreams about a terribly romantic ending with him - found having drunk ourselves to death in a Chicago studio in the midst of a movie marathon or something. A castle of blue Skyy bottles surrounding the couch throne, bronzed and amber bottles serving as a the gates, possibly a staff bedazzled with empty Valium bottles, Oh, the sweet joy of just the thought... ** How wrong is it that my first thought was: I am so much prettier than her! Have you ever heard that kind of shit come out of my mouth? What the hell?!
Talking with friends of mine, I think that this phenomenon I'm now calling WedEx, is not relegated to women who are single. Whether it's the one that never worked, or got away, or slept with your best friend - if it left that painful bruise right in the middle of your chest its gonna hurt even if you're fucking Simon Baker.*** In a weird way, I feel like it should free me from that distant thought of connection, and give me the opening to fill it with a new dream. In another way, I feel like the idea forces me to come to terms with my own relationship and it's viability. I won't get the liquor-couch dream by keeping myself unavailable - in love or in the workforce. It's going to force me to change my line of sight from beyond today into the future. Working now on zen centeredness, and quart of strawberry cheesecake ice cream.
* "Leadership and self development class" - complete with graphic; 6th grade
**I'm straight-up ignoring the incredibly disturbing, bubbling self-reflection questions that arise from this scenario.
***Simon, call me
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Song of the Day: Daydreamin'

Monday, March 02, 2009
Good morning god, or good god - morning
Song of the day: First Flight, Blackalicious

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