Friday, May 30, 2008

Then you go sort out the recycling, which isn't foreplay but is very important

Last time, promise!


Bubs, this Jaques Cousteau is for you!

I am the BoomKing

Boom Boom

Can't seem to take a drink today without choking. Can't seem to stop thinking about shopping. Or Travelers baseball from the Bill Valentine's dining seats with good friends and downtowns. Can't seem to stop reading up on the SATC movie junk. I'm a girl, I mean come on. Cheesy as it is, my ladykin and I have shared alot of living over SATC episodes and bottles of pink champagne.

It looks fryingly hot outside. I just want to go lay in it.

Slowest day evar...

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Creeps and Freaks!

I have a hard time believing this. Why do people care that much? Have you googlemapped your street view? I mean that much data? That many cameras? That's a lot of street views.

(I'd show you my street view but that's creepy, you creep).

Pretty Phenom


and Hure

Big fancy dress-up ticket dinner tonight for the Hot Springs Documentary Film Festival. As Hubs pointed out (and I was just teasing him), "So I have to take you out somewhere fancy and expensive. Well, you never said I had to pay for it!"

Notice in a bunch of the music photo archive that so many of the artists are smoking. Billie Holiday is even holding a cigarette while singing. How did she do it? And Miles Davis? Who has the lung capacity? Hubs plays trumpet and had tried to teach me. To much exhaustion and skreeking and skronking I about passed out just blowing on the mouthpiece.

Shakes head.

I just don't get it.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Please do not offer my god a peanut

It's me shaking my head. How could I forget such auspiciousness! Coming back from Seattle, Husband gave me a bronze Ganesha, similar to the one in the picture, the god of success, wealth, body and soul. My favorite of the Hindu gods, Simpsons reference notwithstanding, and at the appropriate time.

I know in a way it's crazy to put change in pockets like these. But it's just so hard to not see all the red threads running from here to there.

He also got me the new Portishead but I haven't had a chance to listen yet. Doing that tonight. Chrissy where are you with more Simpsons quotes when I need them!?

you can feel it all over

I had a dream last night, kept waking up to it and falling back asleep to it, where I was a preggers as the day is long. It wasn't that bad, exception being the cumbersomeness of it all, but it was so alternate. The stories in my world completely upside down.

Anyway Hubs said maybe because I'm working so hard, tuning my machine as it were, that I'm afraid of getting so fit to just get preg-o and lose it all. Maybe. My dream wheel said it meant impending fortunes. That's the one I like better. Wait, so is Hubs insinuating having a wee one? Hmmm,,,,

So my chakra class keeps sending me worksheets to do and videos to watch about my third eye being all outta wack. Which is true. I haven't felt so grounded lately. Kind of like floating but in floating I've been getting a whole lot done. But then I heard this story on the Baghavad Gita and this Hindu monk on NPR today and it spoke to me like "working my body is only the half of it." So the universe is trying to tell me something. Get back to the books? Get out there more? Work on my warrior pose? What? Something. You can't strike deals with the universe. And, for once, I'm fine with that.

But so. What am I proud of as of late? I can do 30 consecutive pushups (and it makes me jelly but I can push through them). I'm back into my fashion mags and hair dye and jewelry which after closing my businesses, I'll confess, it was very hard to go back into that kind of world. I've outgrown my hand weights (which, as Hubs pointed out, is probably why I feel like I'm spinning my wheels lately. My body is better. He's a good inspiration for it!).

Planning this high school reunion is coming around. I don't think I'll ever be signing up to do this again. We downsized the room which is a good thing. It'll be nicer, more accessible. If we can just get more people to buy tickets then we can have some extras that I was wanting to do. Drink tickets, cash prizes, more decorations. Anyway whatever.

Now, I have to get some work done.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Uh-oh, love comes to town

I just applied to join the Little Rock Garden Club. Fingers crossed for me! I want to meet P. Allen Smith! haha. Do you think they'll appreciate my Talking Heads approach to gardening?

This morning my hibiscus was THIS* big!

*THIS meaning take your arms as wide as they'll stretch, then downsize that, but only a smidge, but only a smidge.

Friday, May 23, 2008

I drew you a heart

Strange these got canceled. I mean I'd heard of at least 2 of them. (1 being 1 vs 100 bc who doesn't love Bob Sagat?)

I miss Hubs. Stupid Seattle.

Frankles always brings out the smiles in me even when I'm in a quiet mood. Sorry girl, I should have stayed home and painted the trim and worked out. Thanks for providing the puppy porch time.

Thank goodness it's Memorial Day weekend. I am so tired.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Hello, Lover

Meet my new shoe. His name is Barry. We are going to have a fab summer together.

Holy Roman Empire

Radiohead from the pit in Dallas, 2008. It was awesome.

The Liars, not really my bag, baby.

What's pretty intense that Hubs and I realized is that he's been listening to RH for like 14 years (and me the same although I wasn't really into Pablo Honey so much but I had the cassette singles and tapes. Tapes, ha!) and we're floating in a crowd mixed of 30 + year olds desperately clinging to their youth, mid-20 year olds like us partially clinging to their youth, and then a sea of teenage to 20 somethings smiling at us bc we're so old and isn't that cute. I had no game with these kids. The clothes were amazing and I think I used to dress that way. Pot and drink were passed around and I think that used to be me. The boys were prettier than the girls. Some things never change. That's the first big concert I've been to in a long while. I was glad we were there as such a big group and that we got to see Ambler and Chris. That really made it. She was always my concert galpal back in the good ole days.

Ha. I'm so glad to be getting older. My life, good as it's been, only gets better with time.

Here's the set list. Pretty amazing!

01. All I Need
02. There There
03. 15 Step
04. Bangers and Mash
05. Nude
06. Pyramid Song
07. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
08. The National Anthem
09. Dollars and Cents
10. Faust Arp
11. Videotape
12. A Wolf At The Door
13. Optimistic
14. Reckoner
15. Everything In Its Right Place
16. Idioteque
17. Bodysnatchers

encore 1:
18. Fake Plastic Trees
19. Jigsaw Falling Into Place
20. House of Cards
21. Exit Music (For A Film)
22. The Bends

encore 2
23. You and Whose Army?
24. Paranoid Android

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Thursday, May 15, 2008

So please put your sweet hand in mine // and float in space and drift in time

you were meant to be out there

Hubs and I are probably crazy. In September, we're making a fast international jaunt from Little Rock, stay a few days in NYC, to Paris for some days, to London (and Stonehenge again!!!) for some days, back to NYC, back to Little Rock.

Ah the quills of youth.

We've already got everything booked but I still like to pretend. For the first leg in NYC, we're planning on going to Coney Island for the day. Neither of us have been and we've very excited. That's assuming things are still open. I've not really checked. I would love it if we could stay here, Robert DeNiro's new hotel, but instead we're taking the poor man's limb and staying here which is very exciting to me. Like hostelling in the old times.

Anyway one day we'll figure it out and it will be necessary to explore for fun, not for profit as it were. I can't wait to take Hubs and show him some of my favorite cities in the world. Won't it be wonderful?

And I guess I'll need a new bag for Paris. Lucky me! haha!

Mom will be in southern France here in a few weeks building rock walls (she's where I get my crazy ideas) and lucky me! stocking up on salts and violet perfumes. I wish I could be going there with her. Hopefully next time. Hopefully the euro will be more affordable by then.

Stupid war.

I just can't make my mind focus on anything today.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

This just in!

I'm very proud of Jake. I'm proud too that's he's my friend. Here's why!

Oh, history involved itself

Mysterious shade that took its form
Or what it was, incarnation

We have a new bathroom. It looks even better than this but that's for another time:

Anyway last night we started taking apart our shambly bedroom. Chrysalis that will break and open to our new bedroom, our sacred space, where magic happens. And dreamy, sleepy, lovey times.

New paint, new furniture, new rug, new curtains, new goals, new life, possibly, quite possibly, new life. Not so much ifs anymore. But we'll see. Who knows who knows who knows anything. I still haven't learned enough to be convinced this could be my life. Or that I'm even a key player in it.

On a completely different note, I've debated telling this story, because it's humiliating, and I haven't even told Hubs, and it's about me and my bike and a most most most beautiful boy, and chamois butter.

I'll just put it as the email I sent to my most closest lady loves (and Rocky):

Subj. I'm officially an old lady AKA Su-Lauren's butt chammy story
So my bicycle gets a flat and the spare we have is the wrong size. I have to take it in to the bike shop which is ok bc I need to buy some biker lotion (Chamois Butt'r, no joke) for where my padded butt shorts rub my leg wrong. MY LEG, ok?

I've been super busy at work, trying to work out, Chris and I've been out of town every day it seems, anyway I go in there on my packed lunch break with a lot on my mind.

How I miss that the most GORGEOUS guy is helping me I don't know. I mean he was so beautiful it makes my teeth hurt to think of what happened next.

He fixes my flat, asks if that's it. I say well I need to buy this lotion stuff. He rings me on the register. The following happens:

Me: So, this stuff will work if you have a rash, right?

Him: (crickets)

Me: Bc I have a rash...from wearing the padded bike shorts...a rash like sore spot...

Him: uh, yeah (more crickets)

Me: So do I put it on directly on the skin or on the shorts?

Him (waving in the general frontal genital area): yeah yeah just directly on the skin

silence. end scene.

The rash is on my LEG! MY LEG! No where near my frontal genital area! MY LEG! Why didn't I say my leg?!?!

And that my dears is the end of my career as a lady men used to find relatively attractive bc relatively attractive ladies, married or no, do not talk to handsome men about their possibly genital RASHES!

thank you, and as always, straight from the peanut gallery,


This really is my life. Are you surprised?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

I don't mind a 2 drink minimum

Remember this guy!!

Morris Day walks on water!

Morris Day and The Time come on my funk station all the time. Maybe it's better said as "Morris Day and the Time come all the time on my funk station." And it's hot! I love it. I need to add some MD&TT to my gardening shuffle mix. Currently it's a little too dub and raggae (Fat Betty, you've never pulled a weed in your life) or Phish and Trans Am, old Trans Am.

Yesterday, and the last few days, I planted tropical red dinner plate hibiscus, chamomile, King 100 cherry tomato, lemon and sweet basil, red cock's crow (Husband's favorite), orange and pink zinnia, tons of wine dipped coleus, chocolate bell pepper, pink spray caladiums, lantana, tons of multi-color hostas, dug up and reburied (much more shallowly this time) my lily of the valley, white and purple liatris, foxglove (which is a biannual but mine is sprouting this year!!!), Yellow Queen and Black Dove sunflower, cannas, hollyhocks, lupines (which were doing great then just pfft wilted away!), and I think that's it. For now anyway. Ha. Oh and I moved my honeysuckle and planted 5 or 6 nandina sprouts in new places. Let's hope that works.

I'm ready for the rain to stop and the sun to shine.

OH and I'm getting some rare bronze fennel. Let the dirty times roll...

Curse of the wererabbit!

Dragging my foots to front row Radiohead on Sunday...

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Dirty Deeds and the Thundercleese!

Brilliancy Blinding Me, or Not So Dirty Deeds: Done Fairly Cheap!

For You...

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

You gotta to get on the goodfoot


James Brown!

A few short things:

1. Hillary giving herself ANOTHER loan (to the tune of $6.4 mill) while our man Obama is still able to FUNDRAISE doesn't bode well for Hill. You see the problem is, and I have a HUGE problem that there's not better campaign finance reform, normal people should be able to run for President through FUNDRAISING. Normal people do not have $6.4 million to loan themselves. I, a past and present business owner, a married woman with no children, a middle class income earner am sick and tired of the establishment being run solely by the extremely wealthy in a monarchical fashion, even if they are Clintons. I absolutely adored Bill (not as much in light of this campaign) but he was an amazing leader. This is just going too far though. The Clintons can't let a little thing like losing get in the way of her winning.

We need fresh meat in the market. I'm just so sick of it all.

2. Hubs sent me the most hilarious ecard. An ecard of all things! I will learn to play good video game times so I can be his party on Army of 2. I will do that for my marriage. Zelda would have been better though but I will survive!

3. Cameo is my new favorite Funk band.

4. You ain't no rock n' roll fun.

5. We gots our stimulus checks! Time to destimulate our credit card bill!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

From the fountain

Fern prize (in the works)

Blue, unmistakably turquoise, as waters drawn from Melusine,
nested in twigs wrapped from oak pollen--
shockingly yellow--
feather dusted, perfectly formed,
these robins' eggs were nested in my fern.

Let them have it, my Husband says, without pause,
the cynicism lacking,
you can always get another fern.
I think they've already been abandoned though.
What mother wouldn't sit for five possibilities?
Five flights awakened in a solid, hearty nest.
Later, a bird plunged into the office window. Certainly an omen.

The robins have been everywhere this Spring. Even so,
if they had a song, I wouldn't know it.
The pine spring up in fast forward, looming,
and wrens circle the fern, sat hanging in its basket,
unknowingly hiding the prize inside.
I check on it daily, ensuring not to touch, only wanting to touch.

The little eggs like pieces of native jewelry, like
robin's egg blue,
chuckles Husband certainly now taken over by Spring.
What would my Roman gods think of that?
Didn't they eat wrens in Rome?
That night, I found a small bird's beak in the driveway.
That night, I was a bird girl in my dream--
come on come on wings take flight!--

This morning the eggs were gone, the nest had been moved,
off kilter, no longer perfectly centered. I stretched
to tip it down, standing on toe to see in, but the nest
had come apart.
Cotton strings and lint floated to my feet.
Piles of feathers found in my hands.

the dragonflys are trying to lecture me // the seahorses if we were in the sea

I heart R.E.M. always and forever.

And thus, mes cerises:

Monday, May 5, 2008

Cinco de Mayonnaise!

The new Scarlett Johansson Tom Waits's cover, "Fallin' Down" I'm not so sure about.

Sounds a little more like cats drowning than what I generally prefer but I will admit, it grows on you some. It doesn't help that I have a raging headache today and the phones won't stop ringing. Ching ching!


This guy I love: Judge Judge Reinhold!!! He must have married an Arkansas woman bc he has been ALL OVER the socialite rags in town. And I bet not a one of those ever saw Arrested Development. That was on AD, right? I was so pick and choose with that show. I'll just take me a plate full of Will Arnett and David Cross anyday.

And this guy. Yum Sexy Times Thomas Jefferson in the HBO John Adams series. OOH he's so lovely! So hot and steamy lovely.

Anyway enough of my fantasies...

Well ok, nevermind bc ice cream is also a fantasy and this guy is in our neighborhood like daily!

The best part is his truck plays "Do your ears hang low? do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? etc etc" BUT with the best ghetto high hat!

So it's more like "Do your ears hang (tish) low? Do they wobble (tish, tish) to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a (tish)? Can you tie 'em in a (tish, tish)? It's beautiful music to my soon to be constantly 98 degrees ears!


Maybe I can convince babes that we need a margarita tonight...

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Swan Song

Tundra swan hunting is still extremely popular in the Yukon.

Don't drink don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow, there must be something inside.